e not so welcoming and attacked the ship by throwing rocks. Guns and cannons eventually pacified the natives. To make sure, Captain Wallis had their canoes destroyed. It explains why there are so many more native women than men on the island. As so many of the African natives I have seen, they are without humility and nearly naked. They are dark-skinned but not nearly as dark as the Africans and their facial features are more European. In fact, they are quite attractive. The crew has been affected by the native women and their exposed breasts. Restraining the crew will be difficult. We had been at sea for eight months. Restraining myself is without question as an officer.

April 15, 1769

We spent the day searching along the shores of the island for a good location to build. Our priorities are that it is accessible from the sea, that it is defendable and that there is building materials nearby. The captain assigned me the double duty of escorting Mr. Banks, the botanist. During the voyage, I tried to avoid the crude and drunken Mr. Banks and this day proved to be even more of an inconvenience. Although it was good to see the botanist excited with something to do, he slowed our progress considerably. He was a different man with his feet on the ground but no less annoying. He did point out why most of the trees would be unacceptable for our needs. Along our way, the native children followed and mimicked and giggled. The real distraction was the young women who flirted just beyond our reach but not beyond our attention. I had to keep the crew in a close group around the itinerant botanist. Many of the crew made feeble efforts to escape our company for that of the native girls. The day was fruitless and the effort was futile. We set up camp for the night and I established a guard, not to keep the natives away but to keep the crew from wandering.

April 16, 1769

Late in the day, we came across a reasonable location. It was the windward side of the island and more weather beaten than we had seen in this lush tropical forest but the wood was stronger and the point of land had our backs to the sea. It was also a day’s walk from the native village and that had become a concern. The natives had abandoned us so far away from their home. We began to set up a temporary camp where the fort would be built around us. There was no port but a ship could get fairly close to shore on one side of the reef. I decided to notify the captain that I had found a suitable location but I knew that I had not explored the whole island yet. Tomorrow, we will walk back to the village and the ship.

April 19, 1769

The captain took faith in my judgement with very few questions. I am disappointed that the ship will remain anchored off the village while we begin construction. The captain plans to depart and explore the nearby islands as soon as possible, leaving myself and a small contingent behind. Although he hasn’t said anything specifically, I suspect the captain shares my concern about fraternizing with the native girls. The captain may not have a proud lineage but he has proven to be an excellent officer and proper English gentleman. He would not likely be completely unaware of the crew’s behaviour but he might place too much faith in them. The crewmen simply take advantage of the situation and cannot be faulted. They have neither the breeding nor the discipline to resist their base urges. As an officer, it will be my responsibility to maintain control of the crew and demonstrate by my own example.

April 20, 1769

A feast from our hosts brought the opportunity to express our plans. The captain conveyed our intentions by drawing in the sand with a stick and making exaggerated gestures. He said that we would need a home if we were to be their allies. Earlier, he had given the crew orders that we were give every impression that we were there to stay, as neighbours. The captain also conveyed that we would like to train a translator among their people by teaching them our language. Then, the captain informed me that I would be obliged to teach their chosen translator. I respectfully offered that Mr. Banks is the scholar and would be a better choice. The captain insisted that Mr. Banks is not a naval officer and that he will be occupied. I accepted my additional duties with no further argument. He also suggested that I make an effort to learn their language while I teach ours. My duties were beginning to weigh upon me. The feast lasted for hours and throughout, their idea of entertainment continued. At first, the dancers were more formal and dressed elaborately and colourfully but it deteriorated into a frenzy of pounding drums and naked breasts. I was appalled at the debauchery of it all. Nearly naked girls gyrating and flirting to the pounding drums. In some sort of fertility ritual, a man and woman feigned having sex on the ground. The crewmen were straining against their lecherous natures and joined the dance. It was humorous to watch them mimic the native dance but I maintained my attention to guard their discretion. There was one particular girl that caught my attention. She would be considered beautiful on any continent. Smooth skin, full firm bosoms and taut abdominal muscles and the way she moved her hips, it was hypnotic with no pun intended. It was her face that captured me. Luminescent green eyes framed by raven-black hair and lips that seemed to be permanently puckered. What little clothing she wore left just enough to the imagination. Apparently, my own eyes caught hers and she invited me to dance. Naturally, I refused. I looked over to see the angry expressions of both the captain and the chief. I began to understand that the chief was offended that I didn’t accept their heathen generosity.

April 22 1769

I led a crew of a dozen and a botanist back to the village. We would be taking the boats to the location of the fort but we first needed to acquire our new student of English. Frankly, I was disappointed that the captain didn’t relocate the ship, at least temporarily. My task becomes more formidable every day but I will perform my duty proudly. I met the native chief, who seemed to be still holding a grudge about the declined hospitality, and he gestured toward his choice for translator. It took all my decorum to not object. He had chosen the same girl that had asked me to dance. I wasn’t expecting a girl, especially not her. Of course, the crew were happy to see her joining us. While rowing to the location, my mind raced with thoughts about how much time I must spend with her and how to keep the crew from teaching her more than proper English. My head ached but I kept my eyes on the horizon and the crew. Only the occasional sideways glance kept me aware that the girl had her eyes on me. I could almost feel her staring at the back of my head, desperately seeking my approval. She would not get it. I had no ill will toward her personally but my position requires that I remain aloof. It is not her fault that she was chosen or even that she is so beautiful but my duties can only be compromised. That night brought a storm and the men and I huddled under the overturned boats on the shore. Although the girl wanted to join us, I pointed her toward the trees and had some of the crew assemble a rough shod shelter out of driftwood and branches. She shivered in the rain and cold all night. I know because I didn‘t sleep either.

April 23, 1769

It was either the reddest sunrise I had ever seen or I was just looking through bloodshot eyes. The clouds sailed away and I ordered the men to build temporary shelters until a barracks can be started. The axes slammed into the trees all day while other crew members strapped wood and canvas together. Everyone worked hard, taking turns hauling and chopping. Nobody wanted to spend another night like that. I led by example and even Mr. Banks postponed his wandering to help as much as he was possible. Not exactly suitable chores for a gentleman and definitely not in his experience but he made an admirable effort. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, the girl was quite a talented thatcher. Work was still not enough distraction for most of the crew and they leered at her . Even my own self-discipline was tested by her considerable charms and I felt obliged to hide them. I offered her an old shirt and a pair of baggy ragged pants that I brought along for work like today’s. She accepted them gratefully and was marvelled at the gift of civilization. Fortunately, they fit her like a tent but I wish she had waited to change into them until I had turned my back. By nightfall, we had one large and one small shelter. They were ugly patchworks of rubble and canvas but they will serve.

April 25, 1769

Mr. Banks and myself had shared the small shelter. It was a tortuous night. I find it hard to fathom how such a well-bred man can be so common. He was almost drooling as he talked about the native girls and took no notice of my disapproval. I was tempted to confront him as he described our female companion in detail but at least one of us must remain a gentleman. Even in sleep, he could not remain quiet. I found myself with plenty of time to think about who are the real barbarians and questioning if the English are truly the superior race. Meanwhile, the girl was sleeping just a few feet away under the boat and only a scrap of canvas separated us. What kind of language could she be learning from our good botanist? Daylight brought a return to some semblance of normalcy and sanity. I ordered half of the crew to begin assembling materials to build barracks and the other half to forage for food. I asked Mr. Banks to lead and advise the latter. I ordered the latter to keep an eye on him and to go in the opposite direction of the village. Turned out that half the village came to us. They were curious about our project and were amused at our ramshackle huts. I had learned from the captain and made exaggerated gestures trying to describe the plans and European architecture. I received plenty of puzzled expressions. It seemed like an opportune time to begin English lessons and I had an eager class of children along with the girl. I just picked out objects and had them repeat the words. Then, I taught them my name and learned some of theirs. Her name is Hinano. May 1, 1769 The captain sent the first officer, Mr. Scuggins, to check my progress. I’m a little disappointed that the captain didn’t come himself. He brought along more provisions but they were hardly necessary. The natives were very generous with gifts of food when they visited and fish seemed to jump into our nets. Still, it was good to have civilized company and I was proud of our development. One of the first things I had taught Hinano, was to curtsey and introduce herself politely. I became a bit perturbed at Mr. Scuggins’ innuendos about Hinano and myself. I felt like the last bastion of civilization. Obviously, Mr Scuggins had not been leading by example. However, even I had to surrender to overwhelming forces. We were surrounded by native girls and I could not be vigilant with the crew all the time. I just kept Hinano safe from the crew’s lascivious whims. That wasn’t easy. Hinano is a friendly and curious girl but I occupied her time and her mind with my lessons. She is a quick learner. She had managed to build her own shelter. It looked like a tent made out of dried grass but still disgraced our huts. It was also elevated of the ground like the other huts of her village. I wish I had thought of that for the barracks because we were constantly brushing out crabs and insects out of beds. Many of the crew had abandoned their hut for hassocks further inshore. May 3, 1769 It has become apparent that the crew has not only been familiar with the some of native girls but they had specific girlfriends among them. I worry that the native men, the fathers and brothers of these girls will become offended but I almost wish they would. They think they are hiding it from me but I am no fool. What was so amazing was that these men are far from the pride of the nation and, yet, these beautiful young girls found them irresistible. I considered ordering the men back to sleeping in their huts but that would be like putting the cork back on the bottle after the genie had escaped. Let them be judged by God. May 6, 1769 I have been summoned back to the ship for undisclosed purpose. I decided to return Hinano to her village rather than leave her there alone. She expressed that she will be glad to see her family again. I was surprised to learn that her father is the chief. My little princess. I am so relieved that the relationship has remained platonic. It could have been catastrophic if the chief had been insulted. The captain received me in his quarters as dinner was being served. Mr Scuggins joined us minutes later wearing a smug smile. The captain seemed upset but not in an angry way. He informed me that he will be taking the ship to explore the nearby islands within the week and mentioned that the chief tried to warn him that the natives of other islands were unfriendly and attacked his island frequently. At least that was what the captain understood him to gesture. These other natives would take anything of value, including some of the women. Of course, the natives of this island would retaliate. “One heathen is no better than another. At least civilized people fight for ideals”, I mentioned. “That leads me to the other thing I wanted to talk about”, the captain added, “These people have been very gracious and it would be rude not to accept their …. gifts”. Mr Scuggins coughed and I looked up to see him biting his lip to hold back a smirk. I told the captain that I understood. He was relieved to put an end to that particular topic and asked me about the progress of the fort. I informed him that the we were having difficulty finding proper building materials but that it will be ready by the time we leave. We concluded dinner with a cup of vinegar, as always. The captain insisted that drinking vinegar would prevent scurvy but it made me nauseous and it spoiled a good meal. I spent the night aboard the ship to return to the island in the morning. Despite the gentle rocking of the waves and the comfortable bed, I found it hard to get to sleep. May 8, 1769 A new day brings a new perspective. I gathered the crew and explained to them what the captain explained to me. It got a little awkward. Mr. Monkhouse asked if it was an order to fornicate with the natives. “I cannot ask you to jeopardize your morals or your commitment to Christian values but you will not be judged by me”, were my exact words and the words I have always lived by. My absence had been a detriment. Virtually no progress had been achieved on the barracks. I notifed the crew that every moment of daylight will be utilized and they will be expected to double their productivity. I was no exception and I doubled my effort to teach Hinano our language. I felt renewed and resolved. Also, I reinstitued the captain’s tradition of forcing the crew to drink vinegar. If the crew will not restrain themselves, maybe I could encourage the natives to. However, for some of the crew, it could only improve their breath. May 13, 1769 What better to teach English than the Holy Bible. I found myself going through it again for strength and was inspired to share it with Hinano. Today, I read the story of Moses to her, with elucidation along the way. She understood God’s vengeance but not the sin that instigated it. We have much more work to do. Perhaps she will even teach her village of the one true God. There must be some sort of heavenly reward for that. Still, I have never been so tested by temptation. The smell of her hair as she turns her head raises animal urges from deep inside. The soft warmth of her cheek just inches away from my trembling hand. My dreams betray me and, in the morning, I pray for strength. May 15, 1769 I found myself questioning God’s will or, at least, his intentions. If this is a test , then why does he test me? Of course, it’s presumptuous and it’s probably a sin to question God. I wish I had paid more attention in church. So, I began to question my own morals. The difference between right and wrong or sin and virtue has a lot to do with circumstance. “Thou shalt not kill” except in defence of one’s country or quite a few other good reasons. This is not particularly profound but just something I always took for granted. I tried to think in those terms instead of the absolutes but then I wondered if I was merely attempting to justify my own desires. My head throbs and I still have no answers. May 17, 1769 May God forgive me for losing my will and my temper today. I found Hinano flirting with Mr. Banks and bruised her arm forcibly. I expected so much more of her and let her know of it in raised voice. “You no lick me”, She yelled back at me. It took a moment but I answered softly, “Of course I LIKE you” , as I held her hands. “You no want me”, she responded with a tear falling down her cheek. “Of course I want you”, I whispered before my lips touched hers. I felt like I was flying. I felt like I was falling into a bottomless pit. I left her leaning against a tree when I regained my intellect. May 18, 1769 I spent all night with a candle searching for the passage in the Holy Book that forbade my love and condemned my lust. I could not find it. Where had I been taught this? It may be the original sin but, without it, it would also have been the last. Perhaps I had found the paradise where Adam and Eve had been banished. All that is left is to take a bite of the apple. May 21, 1769 Three days ago, I gave my overworked crew a well deserved leave. They looked puzzled at first but soon threw their tools into the air in their jubilation. Unfortunately Mr. Monkhouse received minor injuries from a falling axe. Most of them began running in the direction of the village. I turned my attention to Hinano. I watched her sombre face slowly brighten until her cheeks dimpled with a smile. It had been a long time since I had seen that smile but this time it was just for me. It seems sudden now but the next thing I realized was that I was kissing her. We were embraced so passionately that the world around us seemed to disappear. Even the sand we stood upon ceased to exist. It was a little disconcerting and the world came back. I looked around to see who had witnessed this crime of decorum but there was nobody else around. Even Mr. Monkhouse had managed to limp away. We were alone and I was not going to waste another minute. My manhood could no longer be denied. I looked down at the rags I had given her and they looked better than when I had given them but they no longer suited her. I pulled the at the collars and the buttons tore away. She whimpered and I yanked my eyes from those round youthful breasts that begged to be touched. She was shocked that I had destroyed her gift so I took off my shirt and handed it to her. I pulled the rag off her shoulders and wished that I were not so much taller than her so that I could be closer to those breasts. However, my hands were at just the right height. They squeezed against the firmness and caressed the softness. Everything about a woman is a duality and a complexity. They give so much and need so much. Men are simple, by comparison and all I needed was her. She led me by the hand to her tent of grass and let go to slip inside. I stood there, mindlessly as I watched her slide the pants down her legs. It seemed so erotic that my old pants had been so close to her naked hips. Now it was my turn. I slid in beside her and removed my pants, trying to keep my modesty. As I kissed her again, it felt so good to be unconfined as I brushed along her thighs. I lifted myself over her and looked into her hungry eyes. She spread her legs to accept me and I felt the slippery wetness at the tip of my manhood that ached to be inside her. I pushed slowly into her and her head pushed back as her mouth opened. Her hips pushed up to take me. When I was in all the way, it occurred to me what a proud fool I had been. Her body just writhed gently below me but she moaned more wantonly than any whore I had known. She seemed so tiny below me and I wanted to be gentle but as my passion rose, so did my force. Both she and the timbers of the hut shook. It didn’t take long after such a prolonged absence but I erupted like a volcano and convulsed repeatedly. It felt as though I had drained my soul and the weight of the world had been lifted off my back. There was no going back nor did I want to but there was something that had been lost. Certainly it was not my purity. That had been sacrificed long ago. Perhaps it was my dignity. Without that burden, I was free. Between the more intimate times, we splashed in the water and played like children. In fact, I can not remember when I had so much fun, even as a child. We made love frequently and spontaneously, inside and out. Each time, Hinano became a bit more ambitious. I would get hard with only a touch or a twinkle in her eye and often before that. I enjoyed when she was on top so that I could see her. She would grind her hips on my full length while her breasts wouldn‘t move. It was as though she expanded and contracted on me. It was like she danced on me. I was surprised that oral sex was a part of the native vocabulary since I considered it a talent limited to whores. I had heard the crew teasing one of the men about his “French tongue” and I even made a brief attempt but felt embarrassed. I could have lived like that for the rest of my life but I have responsibilities. After two days and nights, it was time to retrieve the crew. I, also, wanted to show the chief my gratitude and allow Hinano to visit her family. Oddly, I had learned more of the native language in the last couple days than I had all month although I doubt that I could share any of it with the chief. We arrived in the village in mid-afternoon. I was wearing my best uniform and it felt uncomfortable in the heat. I had only been out of uniform for two days out of the last six months and now it weighed heavily on me. The village was busy preparing for another feast tonight. It seemed they were expecting us. The chief, for the first time, was happy to see me. Hinano left on her own activities and I searched for the crew. Most of the ones I found were caught in compromising positions. I did not scorn them. I just asked where the others could be found and asked for assistance to gather them for the feast. I sat beside the chief and enjoyed the spectacle as it grew into a frenzy. The natives had some sort of putrid alcoholic drink they made out of fermented fruit. I was pleased Mr. Banks had brought some of his Scotch. I knew he had some because I had smelled it on his breath at night but I never saw him drink since he had been on the island. I wondered how much he had us lug through to the camp. Again, the drums pounded furiously but now, they shook my heart. My pulse raced with the beat and my forehead beaded with sweat. I watched the erotic gyrations of the dancers and realized that I had become excited. I glared at Hinano as she danced just for me and I laughed along with the chief as the crew joined in. Hinano held her hand out to me as an invitation and I kissed it but declined again. I could not compromise my authority in front of the crew. The chief nodded in a way that was neither approval nor disapproval but, maybe, understanding. He, too, is laden with leadership. I tugged Hinano toward me and had her translate my gratitude for the feast and for their hospitality since we arrived. Of course, I had to phrase it more simply for her and I tried to decipher her words as she spoke in her language but both the chief and I beamed with pride in her. The chief had an announcement of his own. When he stood and spoke, the whole village stopped and listened and when he stopped, they all shouted in approval. Hinano, with a wide smile, translated what he had said as, “I so happy. You brother now”. It took me an embarrassing long time to understand that I had been paid quite an honour but before I would have insulted the chief, I stuck out my hand in the most appropriate gesture I could think of. He shook my hand and I swear I could have heard the crowd gasp as he did. Hinano explained, “Taboo touch king”. She had used the word, king, for her father before and I assumed that it was just her poor understanding of English but, I began to see the reverence they had for him. What was even more interesting was the concept of “taboo” and that these savages had some bizarre sense of values. I thought that they just did what they pleased with no sense of right or wrong. My mind reeled as I considered what they would consider as ethics. With just the local population in the thousands, they must have rules. For the first time, a revelation struck me that different may not be inferior. Certainly, they were primitives and pagans but, hundreds of years ago, so were my ancestors. For the rest of the night, I observed and tried to understand these people. They were congregated into three distinct groups that were too large to be families but appeared to be divided by wealth or social status. The differences in the way they dressed, their jewellery and even their unusual tradition of marking their skin all represented a type of social hierarchy. They were subtle differences but I had been taught since childhood to recognize and to classify. The festivities broke up slowly as men and women paired off and discretely left. Eventually, Hinano escorted me to a one of their huts. I watched her hips sway as I followed her and was reminded of the dancing, the naked breasts and the pounding drums. If this were to be incest with my new sister, then let me be damned. Inside, there were a over a dozen grass mats used as beds and they were full. The men slept on one side of the room and the women and children on the other. I tried to return her smile as I felt my heart drop. May 27, 1769 I divided the crew into two groups. One group to build a barrier around the barracks. The barrier would consist of a four foot ditch and a four foot burm, reinforced by stones. Perhaps it was more of a token than a fortress but it was more than necessary. The other group continued building more barracks but I ordered them to build them elevated of the ground, like the natives. I have become more involved in the fort but still made time to teach Hinano English Actually, I was spending more of the time learning about her and her people. I learned of an ordered society and a religion that reminded me of Roman mythology. I learned the names of the their carved statues which they called “tiki”. The families were centred around the mothers and grandmothers and they were the real power. There were marriages arranged by the parents and infidelity would be the exception rather than the rule. Jealousy was one of their taboos and discretion was highly valued. That, I learned all too well. Every night, I would sneak into her hut and make love so quietly that the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore seemed loud. Her moans were barely more that breaths while we ravished each other like an octopus on a clam. Every morning, before anyone else had awoke, I would return to my own bed. I protested this false modesty but she insisted on our privacy. It struck me that if she was unfaithful with anyone else, I probably would not know of it. I never gave her the opportunity. During the day, I watched over her and protected her. Almost all of the men had their own girlfriends but none compared to the prize of my princess. In particular, I kept my eye on Mr. Banks and hadn’t forgotten that other day. June 6, 1769 I can’t remember a time when I have been more content. The warmth of the tropic sun has penetrated deep into me and, in turn, radiates from me. I feel healed and whole and I see the world in a new light. It will be difficult to leave this place. There are moments that I feel I must tell her but they are followed by moments that I know she shouldn’t know. I have my orders and there should be no doubt but, when I look into her eyes, the truth is a shadow between us. June 15, 1769 The quiet peace of those days came to an abrupt end with the sound of gunfire. At first, I thought, that the natives were attacking and ordered the men behind the barricade. We waited with guns at the ready for the wave of angry natives but they did not come. Two of the men were unaccounted for as were two gunshots. Eventually, Mr Banks came stumbling through the woods. He was bloodied and wavering and, soon, fell on his face. This could have been was a trap set by the natives so we waited. When the sun went down, I led half of the men to retrieve his body. We turned him over and he was still breathing. He stunk of that noxious native alcohol and his wound was just a scratch on his shoulder. “Banks, Where’s Monkhouse?”, I asked. “Dead”, he slurred, “I killed him”. “Where!” I barked impatiently. He merely pointed before his eyes rolled back . I had three of the crew follow me back into the woods. We found Mr. Monkhouse lying on the ground, unconscious and with a quite a bump on his noggin. He had the same stench of fermented fruit. A few shakes and a couple slaps, which helped me more than him, brought him around. He was a bit more coherent than Mr. Banks and he told me that they had a gentlemen’s duel over one of the native girls. What nonsense. The girls give their affection freely, if somewhat quietly and there was a lot more of them than there was of us. Still, I might have done the same for Hinano, particularly with Mr. Banks. June 16, 1769 I gathered the men to talk of yesterday’s events. I told them that it was completely unnecessary. “After all”, I concluded, “We are only here for one more month”. The only good side of this is that Hinano had left for her village and did not witness this humiliation. She returned with news of another feast. I was torn about allowing the crew to attend. Would it be better to confine them from temptation and force them to fester with their obsessions or should they have another taste of native inhibitions? They had been infected by affection and their judgement had been compromised but, perhaps, the cure is the same as the disease. Then again, we could always go back to drinking vinegar. June 18, 1769 This time, I led the men back to the village in what came to look like a parade. I had the men dress in their best and armed. We entered the village in proper a military line and the natives came to watch. We may have looked threatening from a distance but our smiles gave us away. Our arrival was timely and I kept the men together for the hour until the festivities. Their girlfriends tried to pull them away but there will be plenty of time for that later. We sat as a group on the right side of the chief and I think he was impressed by my authority over them. He took pride in the way a father would. As before, the food and drink were abundant and the more formal dancers were a prologue for the raunchier proceedings as the sun went down. With Hinano translating, the chief asked about England and I watched both their eyes grow wide as I attempted to describe London. I talked of buildings taller than trees and wider than this entire village. I mentioned bridges and paved roads and drew a picture of a horse in the sand. It was difficult to describe how many people lived there in numbers that were beyond their comprehension but they were shocked as they began to understand. Hinano had an interesting question that I did not have an answer for. She asked if a single life is less important when there are so many. My focus went to the dancing in front of me. I realized that the current group of dancers were not a part of the village as I had never seen them before. They must be a troupe of travelling entertainers and they were definitely entertaining. They was a story behind their dancing and it was an erotic story. At one point, I wasn’t sure if a couple of them were actually having sex as the others surrounded them. There was one, in particular, that caught my attention. She was just so young and fresh but she danced so lasciviously. Her eyes, in one moment, could be so innocent but , in the next, so lustful. I could not stop watching her and she seemed to appreciate my attention. Her breasts were not yet full but enough for a handful. They were so round and proud and high on her narrow, fragile chest but, in profile, they were so pointed that they almost looked dangerous. Her hips were femininely flared but her frame was just too frail and her legs too thin to be fully grown. The light of the blazing fire glistened on her skin and reflected in her dark eyes. The fire seemed to be inside her and I imagined her touch as burning. She was just so young. I wanted her so badly but my conscience nagged. I had found the forbidden fruit of this paradise but, so far, nothing has been forbidden. When their dance was over, I continued to watch her hungrily at the side and she glanced back at me pensively. She gave me one long look and turned around to disappear into the darkness. I followed her instinctively. I did not think to excuse myself from my host or even think at all. My heart was pounding louder and faster than the drums and my feet led the way. Behind the village, in the silver light of the full moon, my eyes strained into the shadows. Then, a snap of a twig that must have been intentional directed my way. I found her kneeling, like a petite flower, in a grassy clearing amongst the bushes. She smiled at me in a way that was both delicate and knowingly wanton. She was still half naked and she faintly giggled as I walked to her. She held up her hand and I was about to take it and join her on the ground when she cupped my groin. I stood there as she fumbled with the buttons and her face just inches away from my growing member. She had probably never dealt with buttons before and by the time she got them undone, I had almost been undone, myself. She stroked it gently at first and then kissed softly. She kissed the tip and along the shaft and then her tongue darted between her lips. She returned to the tip and engulfed it in her mouth. Her hot mouth was such a contrast to the cool night air on my saliva dampened shaft. She sucked me in like an undertow and legs were unsteady from waves of pleasure. I could stand no longer and collapsed to the ground. The girl wasted no time at regaining her lips on me and I grabbed her head in my hands, pushing it deeper. She sucked and rubbed her tongue against me as if she were a calf on an udder. It didn’t take long for me to provide the cream. She just kneeled there as I moaned contentedly. I gestured her toward me and she surprised me by sitting on top of me. I wasn’t ready to go again but it wouldn’t take long with that view. I reached up, compelled to touch those amazing tits. I was gentle at first but was overwhelmed with the soft, firm, sensual and practical nature of them. I clenched them and squeezed them together and pinched the nipples until she squealed in pain. I did not intend to hurt her, I just forgot who they belonged to. I begged for her absolution with a kiss. I pulled her head toward me and touched my lips to hers. She returned the kiss with passion I had never known. She wasn’t kissing me, she was devouring me. She pressed her entire body against me and her previous feather-like weight made it difficult to breathe. I was being ravished and I liked it. I tugged at what I can only call a scarf that was tied around her waste and grabbed her taut ass. Again, I squeezed and pinched and she groaned but not in pain. She grinded her hips as she continued to molest my tongue with hers. I rubbed a finger into the damp pubic hair and along the folds. When I touched the little bump of her clitoris, she bit my nose. It didnt hurt but it scared me. I pushed my finger inside her and she grabbed onto it and grinded herself up to the knuckle. She gripped my finger so tightly, I wondered how I was going to fit. Her passion was almost overwhelming but it was also inspiring and I was back to being fully inspired. I pushed her back and undid the buttons on my tunic but could not remove it while lying on my back. I attempted to roll both of us over but she did not go for it. Understandable, the ground was cool and damp but there was no way she was going to be on top. Not today. She kneeled beside me as Í sat up and removed my shirt. She moved to climb over me again but I held her shoulders as I slipped behind her. Apparently, she liked this idea and poised herself for me to enter. I pushed in slowly. I had to, but once in, it fit just right. Enthused by her passion, I pushed hard and fast. Probably too hard. It was hard to tell, her ass was so firm that it would not shake. She was pushed off her knees and, now, those globes of her ass jiggled. Despite her pure animal lust, like Hinano, she was very quiet. I could barely hear her little moans. Unfortunately, I was not as controlled. We went our separate ways and I returned to the village to find the festivities winding down. Hinano had disappeared. The chief also departed as soon as I came back. Only a few of the crew were still around but they were well occupied. I was alone and wondered where I was to sleep. June 19, 1769 I returned to the fort alone after having spent the night under the stars. Hinano refused to return with me. Obviously she knew and she was hurt. By the end of a long walk, I had redefined many of my notions and presumptions. I had been so wrong. I had done so wrong. They were just so different. Different skin, different beliefs, different ways but the same feelings. I thought of them as less than English and less than human and, still, I fell in love. Perhaps, the heart is quicker than the mind. I almost turned around and walked back to plead for her forgiveness but the captain will be returning soon and we would be leaving. Perhaps, it was for the best. June 24, 1769 The return of the Endeavour does not bring the wind back in my own sails as I expected. A chapter ends but the book continues. This time, the captain sets anchor off the point and in plain sight of the fort. The captain, himself, was first to step ashore and he praised me on the fort. Not even that could make me happy. I just thanked him as if the work were meaningless. In the second boat was the astronomer who got busy setting up a telescope and a sextant and other gadgets. This was the real purpose of our voyage, to observe the transit of Venus as it will not happen again in our lifetimes. It will take three weeks and that seemed like a lifetime right now. Every day and, especially every night, I was tempted to go see Hinano. They welcomed us because they thought we were to be their allies and our guns would protect them from their enemies. I misled my intentions all the way into her family and was preparing to abandon her. Mr. Scuggins told me of their travels while they were away. The natives they encountered were not nearly as friendly. They were attacked numerous times and no amount of gesturing would dissuade them. We had already become the allies of their enemies. There were no major casualties among the crew but dozens and maybe hundreds of natives had fallen in front of our guns and cannons. However, they had developed an extensive map of the area. “I envy you, I really do”, I told him, “I would have preferred to be in battle than stuck here”. “I heard that it wasn’t so bad”, he said with a smirk. “It’s a long way from home”, I answered. “It’s a fuckin’ paradise. Didn’t you realize that?”, he scoffed. “Not for me”, I answered cryptically and walked away. July 10, 1769 I find myself leading a search for two deserters, Mr Gibson and Mr. Webb had decided they preferred this place to their home and, more importantly, their duty. There is a part of me that would wish them good luck and good bye but I have my duty as well. We have two days to find them. After that, the natives are planning another feast and the captain does not intend to let them know it was to be a farewell party. I was relieved to leave discreetly. If I must leave, then I would prefer not to see her beautiful face once more. How could I ask her to forgive me and then depart forever? Actually, there was nothing I wanted more. Almost nothing. Not anything I could do anything about. I am an officer and I must set my obligations above my own desires. July 14, 1769 Now under full sail and the island is long out of sight. The two deserters had been captured and disciplined severely. The captain insisted to make them an example. It was odd when we found them because they resisted by shooting at us. There were twenty guns pointed at them and they were likely to be killed but they preferred that to leaving. Had I not dropped my gun and walked out to them to explain that, they would be dead. The danger and the irony of that didn’t occur to me until later. I wasn’t trying to commit suicide. Neither was I trying to be a hero. It’s funny, but when I finally developed some inner clarity, the rest of the world became surreal. The danger just seemed like part of some ridiculous play and I was just an actor. The original purpose of the voyage had been a failure due to the weather and inadequate equipment but the charting of the area should be considered a success, by itself. Mr. Banks, too, was quite proud of his samples and classifications. Apparently, he had done a lot of work between bottles. I, on the other hand, leave behind an abandoned fort and my innocence. In return, I get guilt and a lightened burden of hope. The crew, like myself, toil in silence, distracted by loss and unsatisfied in memories. We leave paradise behind because we do not belong there and I am still favouring that I should leave this log to the sea.

e that she was actually interesting to talk to. Ryan thought he recognized the name of the boulevard he was crossing, so he turned left. **********************************************************************************************************************************************

     It was another day filled with danger for Kelly. The eleven year old had spent the day at the library. She had gone there after leaving the market. The cast out had learned that a couple of days a week, she could blend in with families at the market and grab a couple of grapes or other easily accessible fruit. That fruit had worked it's way through her system while she was at the library. When the library closed at four, her stomach was grumbling. She knew she had to wait well after the drop of darkness to seek out food. Kelly hid out in her "hidey hole" as she called it to await the fall of night. She had made her hidey hole out of a tarp she had found in a dumpster. She had concealed it well in a wooded area, but every now and then she held her breath when she heard voices and footsteps nearby. She would wait for the persons to pass, then make sure she was still alone. It was about an hour after darkness and Kelly crawled out of her hole. She carefully checked the area, then made sure she kept a low profile and stepped carefully so as not to be noticed while she made her way to the street. Once at the street, she finally straightened and carefully crossed the street. It was two more blocks until she got to the fast food restaurant. It was operated by an organization that believed being family friendly meant closing early. Kelly slipped her thin frame past the gates in front of the dumpster. She then leaned into the dumpster and carefully opened a black plastic bag inside. She fished through the contents and found several sandwiches almost intact. She took a big bite, then stuffed the sandwiches into a paper bag she found in the plastic bag. Suddenly, she felt a tight grip on her right upper arm as a male voice said "Gotcha!". "Leave me alone!" she screamed as she struggled to twist free. She twisted her shoulder into the dumpster as the teen male behind the dumpster emerged in an attempt to capture her. He lost his grip on her flesh and only held the fabric of her jacket as she leaned towards the dumpster gates. She slipped between the gates and dashed to freedom as he lost his grip. "SHIT!" he yelled as he slammed into the gates. She gathered precious lead time as he struggled to open the dumpster enclosure. He managed to get a gate open and ran after the terrified eleven year old. Kelly didn't know where she was going to go, but an instinct made her dash towards her hidey hole. ********************************************************************************************************************************************** 

     Ryan suddenly saw a young girl run in front of his PT Cruiser. He slammed on the brakes in time to see and hear the yelling teen male run after her. Ryan turned his head to watch the pursuit. He saw the glint of metal in the teen's hand. He released his brake and floored the accelerator as he turned in the direction of the foot chase. The pursuit turned towards a wooded area. Ryan took the time to turn off his engine and lock his car before he joined the footchase. He heard yells and screams that gave him a direction to run in after losing sight of the girl and boy. Then, he heard something that made his blood run cold. It was the scream of a terrified animal. He had heard a scream like that before in his teens. A friend had only winged a rabbit. The mortally wounded rabbit screamed from the pain of the bullet that didn't instantly kill it. This time, the scream came from the girl. Ryan hurried his pace and felt like he was running in slow motion. Ryan also heard several pops as flesh slammed into flesh. He ran closer to the direction of the noise. There was silence as he finally saw them. The girl was laying motionless on the ground. The teen had a knife out. He was using it to slice her top open. Ryan suddenly felt like he had grown twice his size as a massive dose of adrenaline shot through his arteries. Like a charging linebacker, he ran full on towards the boy and hit him hard. Both males hit the ground, the boy much harder than the man. It was quick and brutal as Ryan pummeled the boy into unconciousness. Ryan only became self aware after thirty seconds as an animal instinct had taken over. Now back in charge of himself, Ryan checked his opponent. The boy was breathing, but his face was a bloody mess. Ryan saw a cell phone on the boy's belt. Using the boy's shirt, so as not to leave fingerprints, he took the cell phone off the belt. He activated the phone, dialed 911, and hit send. Then, he checked on the girl. Her face was a bloody mess. She was moaning and stirring. He picked her up in his arms and made his way to his car. He carefully placed her on the passenger seat, then went around to the driver's side. He climbed in, started the car, then turned to backtrack a bit. He tried to orient himself and finally noticed a street sign that had the letters NW on it. From this, he got his bearings and turned towards what he knew was the freeway. The girl stirred and pulled some of her long brown hair from her face. "Where are you taking me?" she inquired in a weak voice. "To a hospital" Ryan answered. "No" the girl said as she gripped the car door, trying to find a way to open it. "What are you doing?" he half yelled as he braked to a stop. "No hospital, no hospital, please" the girl asked. "Why" Ryan asked, "why don't you want to go to a hospital?" "No hospital" the girl repeated. The girl still struggled with the door. He struggled with her a minute before saying "OK, I won't take you to a hospital, just tell me why". Kelly stopped struggling with the door. "No hospital" she repeated. "Damn" Ryan spit out. Ryan put the car back in motion as he considered his next move. He could take her home, and clean her up, but that would create problems. He could lie and take her to a hospital, but he would need to do that quickly. He looked at the girl. Her T shirt was torn and filthy. Her pants were in good shape as were her shoes. Her hair was filthy and matted, not just with blood. He now smelled her and determined that perhaps she was a runaway, or she came from a screwed up home. "OK" he thought, "I'll take her home, clean her up, keep an eye on her and find a way to discretely get rid of her". He found the freeway five minutes later. He began the half hour trip he knew would take him home. He lived in a secluded area and knew he could take her inside without being watched. Still, he parked the car in the garage, waited for the garage door to close, then exited the car. He carried the girl inside and laid her on the couch. He went to the bathroom, retrieved a first aid kit, a wet washcloth, and a large bowl he used to soak his feet in. He took the bowel, filed with water, over to the barely concious girl. He then began a careful process of cleaning her face, hair, and any wounds he found. A half hour later, he took the now bandaged girl to his bed. He laid her carefully on her side and looked at her. She looked tiny and weak. He curled up next to her and both drifted off to sleep. His sleep was a fitful slep as he woke up a dozen times to make sure she was still breathing. Satisfied she was, he drifted off for a little more sleep. The morning came as a rude surprise. He had a terrible taste in his mouth because he hadn't brushed his teeth the night before. He was still fully dressed, which made him feel even worse. He ached because he had slept on his side all night. He noticed the girl stretch out as he rubbed an aching shoulder. He staggered over to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He walked back to the bed and looked at the girl. She was small, just under five foot. She had long brown hair and an angelic face, just now being stained by blood that had seeped under the skin and was now bruising. Her lips were swollen as was one eye. He shook his head and remembered the night before. Ryan was old school in his values. Hitting a girl or woman was the lowest of lows. He considered whether her attacker had lived or not, and he decided he didn't care. He walked off to the kitchen to start breakfast. His mother used to awaken him with the smell of bacon and eggs, so he took some out. He began frying the bacon and checked on the girl. She was still sleeping. He went back to the kitchen and continued cooking. When he finished cooking, he prepared two plates and took them in the bedroom. The girl opened her one good eye as he walked in. She rose to a half sitting direction and gripped her head, wincing in pain. "I'll get you some aspirin, but first, you should eat" he said. The girl struggled to a sitting position. She accepted the plate and glass of orange juice. She chugged the orange juice in two gulps and handed the glass back to him. He handed her his glass and he went back to the kitchen for more juice. The girl was well into the meal when he returned. She ate wordlessly, as she kept an eye on him. He started eating as well. When she finally finished, she spoke: "What do you want with me?" she asked. "Your name, for starters". "Why?" "I should be asking the whys. Why did that boy attack you? Why didn't you want to go to a hospital?" She dropped her head and was silent for a minute. "What do you want with me?" she repeated. "Are you ok?" "I hurt". "What's your name?" She was silent a moment before answering "Kelly". "Why did that boy attack you?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Why didn't you want to go to a hospital?" "Can I go now?" "I'm going to call the Police" "No" she begged, "please don't call the Police............I'l tell you what you want". "Where's your parents?" She shrugged, looked at the floor, then answered "I don't know" in a weak voice. "Why not? Are you a runaway?" She looked at the floor. "My mom threw me out" she almost whispered. "Why?" "Can I go?" she softly asked. "I'm worried about you. I can't just let you walk out of here. I want to help you" "You shouldn't worry about me" "Why not?" "No one cares about me. You shouldn't" Ryan felt a terrible ache in his chest when she said that. His head started swimming with emotions. He noticed the girl spot the bathroom. "Can I take a shower?" she asked. "Yeah, sure" he immediately answered, then thinking more, he added, "your shirt is filthy, let me get you a new one" Kelly started to refuse, but let him get her a T shirt from his dresser. ********************************************************************************************************************************************** 

     Kelly locked the bathroom door the second she closed the door. She checked the doorknob to make sure it was secure before she started to undress. She remembered the incident that had caused her to be a cast out. An uncle had come into the bathroom while she was bathing. At first he just washed her. Then he washed her back. Then he started washing other parts of her. One thing led to another, and she found herself without a home. She considered the man in whose home she was in. He was older than her mother. He had been nice to her so far. Her uncle had been nice too, but he wanted things in return. Kelly removed her bandages, stepped into the shower, and kept an eye on the door. ********************************************************************************************************************************************* 

     Ryan thought about the girl in his shower. She was definitely independent, and a little stubborn. It was dangerous being this generous to a child. Just an allegation could cause one to lose everything. Even if you were aquitted, you were still branded for life. Ryan didn't have to worry about work. He started wisely investing when he was seventeen. He no longer had to work, but lawyers cost a lot of money and there was no point in losing his hard earned money. He considered a plan for when the girl, she said her name was Kelly, when Kelly would emerge from the bathroom. When Kelly came out, she noticed he was looking at her. She kept her distance. "What do you want? she asked. "I'll take you back where I found you, but I can't do it in the daylight. Can we just talk? Just talk-I'll keep my distance. He backed towards the bedroom door. He motioned to the bed. She sat down. "What do you want to know?" she asked. "Why did your mom throw you out?" "Why do you want to know?" Just appease me. After today, I won't see you again, just tell me". She took a deep breath, "Ok" she conceded, "I'll tell you. My mom likes to drink. She would go out after work and come home with alcohol on her breath. She would be mean and nasty. Sometimes, we would argue. An uncle came by and asked if I wanted to stay with him. It seemed like a great idea. It was two years ago, I was nine. Right away, he started coming in when I was taking a bath. First, he just watched me. Then he wanted to wash my back. Then he started washing me all over. Then one night, he climbed into my bed. It hurt, really hurt, that first time. Every night, it was the same. He would wash me, then stick his thing in me. He kept telling me he would take me back to my mom. Sometimes he would buy me things and be nice. Then, he started taking pictures of me, of us. Then he used a video machine. Then, one night he brought over a friend, and both of them did things to me. Finally, I went home. I talked to a teacher about what happened. The next thing I know, my uncle is in jail and I have to tell my story over and over. I didn't want that to happen. My mom was really pissed. Then, one night, I was touching myself in bed. My mom caught me and accused me of setting up my uncle-her brother. She threw me out. I stayed with a friend for a couple of days, then her mother told the school. I was put in a foster home. They put me with a black family, by mistake. That only lasted a couple of days, but not before the kids there beat me up. Then, they put me with a woman who drinks. When she slapped me really hard one night, I left. I've been on my own since then". "How do you eat?" he asked. "Sometimes, I go to the market and eat fruit there. At night I would go to the Burger Barn and eat out of the dumpster". Ryan felt his eyes tear up. He excused himself from the room. He went in the kitchen and poured himself a glass of juice as he fought the urge to cry. He slammed his fist into the refrigerator as he considered Kelly's words. "That motherfucking system" he thought, "the one that just lets kids like Kelly just slide through the cracks". It was inexcuseable. He was going to do something about it. He considered a new line of thought. He walked back into the bedroom. Kelly was looking over his dresser. She turned towards him. He sat on the bed. "I have a thought" he announced. She cocked her heads towards him. "It hurts me that you've had a hard life" he began. "I would like you to stay. I'll turn my office into your room. There's a lock on the door, and you can lock it whenever you want. Lock the bathroom too. I don't blame you for being leery of men. You need education. I'll home school you. You need a home, and good food. Of course, you are welcome to leave anytime you want. Deal?" She looked at him oddly. "Why do you want to help me?" she asked. "Because you're a human being, you deserve to be treated like one" "OK, I'll stay, but only for a little bit". **********************************************************************************************************************************************

     A couple of weeks later, the bruises and cuts healed. Kelly proved to be a bright student. Ryan had obtained a birth certificate for her and had taken her to a doctor and dentist. Kelly began to be happy. The ever present scowl the first couple of days with Ryan turned into a half grin. He had taken her to the movies several times. The first two times, sher sat a seat apart from him. The third time, she sat next to him. At home, she was more accepting. Once, she had forgotten to lock the bathroom door, then experimented by leaving it unlocked two days later. She even sat on the couch with him, not on a seperate piece of furniture as she had been doing. She even began to laugh again. The big step came when she had been with him a month. He had carried some boxes from his office, freeing up the whole room for her. Then he bought her a box of books which he carried to her room. He had strained a shoulder during the passage. He was sitting in the easy chair rubbing the shoulder when she walked up. She took over rubbing the shoulder. They shared a smile. That night, she sat next to him on the couch when they watched TV. He considered putting his arm around her, but thought otherwise. A week later he was climbing into bed. She appeared at his bedside. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "I want to try an experiment" she said. "What kind of experiment?" "I want to know what it's like to spend a night in bed, with a man, and not have sex". "You want to sleep with me?" "Not sexually, just share the bed" He slid over and offered her half of the bed. She slid into the empty half. She turned away from him, pulled the covers up, and laid her head on the pillow. He felt the bed responding to her breathing. He smelled her hair, and the lotion she had used. He fought an urge to touch her hair, turned away from her and eventually drifted off to sleep. In the morning, they were turned towards each other as they awoke. Their feet were touching. They smiled, and shared a "Good Morning". Minutes later, they started the routines they had developed. The shared bed, without sex, became a nightly ritual. Kelly had become a very happy girl. She had developed friendships with a couplke of kids down the street that were her age. She held Ryan's hand in public, smiled often, and looked forward to bike rides they shared everyday. A week later, Kelly took a very unexpected step. When she climbed into bed with Ryan, she kissed him, giggled and dove under the covers. "What are you doing?" he asked seeing her fumbling around. A very muffled "You'll see" came from under the covers. A moment later, her head and bare shoulders appeared from under the covers. She tossed her nightgown and panties on the floor. "What are you doing?" he repeated. "Take your shorts off" she ordered "What are you doing?" he repeated again. "Giving myself to you" she answered. "Why?" he asked as she placed one of his hands on her bare bottom. "Because I love you". "You remember what happened last time you did this". "Last time, I was forced. Last time, I told someone. Last time, I lost my family. This time, I want to. This time I'll tell no one. This time, I'm giving my self to you. Take your shorts off Ryan". "Are you sure___" She cut him off by ordering him to take his shorts off again. He complied, staying under the covers as he worked his shorts off. He tossed them on the floor. She reached over and touched his semi hard dick. She worked it until it was hard. She slid under him and pulled him into her. They shared a lingering kiss. She broke the kiss by saying "Ryan?" "Yes" he answered. "Don't ever make me do this. We'll do this when I want to. OK?" "OK" he agreed. He took his time with long slow strokes. He noticed she had forsaken foreplay, and he wondered if she knew what it was. They kissed and she ran her hands across his shoulders and through his hair. He increased the speed of his strokes. Both of them increased their breathing. She used her hands to feel the strokes and time her body movements. He felt his orgasm coming and he shot his full load in her. He laid his head next to hers and caught his breath. She felt his warm gooey fluid in her and felt happy. His semi hard dick popped out of her pussy. She gave him a lingering kiss and thanked him. She spooned into him and spent the night like that. Their lovemaking sessions became a weekly ritual. Eventually, he introduced her to foreplay. Her first orgasm was a body convulsing, clawing at the sheets, mind blowing adventure. She wondered why she had never felt such a sensation before. She gave him a child at fourteen. They went to Mexico to have the baby. The birth certificate never listed the father's name, but Ryan and Kelly didn't need a piece of paper for that. Kelly graduated high school at 18, but learned about ecommerce so that all of Kelly's childhood miscues wouldn't be repeated. Kelly, Ryan, and Travis live together happily in Utah.

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After that weekend I as thrilled when Steve called and asked me out.  He took me to a 4^th of July carnival and that night while watching the fireworks I felt a boy’s hands on my boobs for the first time.  We had dated a few times after that and I let him play with my boobs but not further. I knew he wanted in my pants badly.  Not that I didn't want it - I was fingering myself every night and often during the as well day thinking about him, especially that bulge in his pants I couldn’t help but notice whenever we were making out. Finally after laying in bed exhausted after some heavy masturbating I decided that during our next date I would find out more about it - a lot more!

 

Steve took me to a movie and he found some seats in the back away from anyone else - obviously watching the movie was not what he had in mind!  It was the middle of summer and I was dressed for it - my shortest cutoffs, skimpiest tube top, sneakers, and not a single thing more. When I sat down the crotch of my shorts was so thin and tight it rode up into my pussy - I could see Steve's eyes staring at my exposed crotch when he thought I wasn't looking.  I looked at him and licked my lips suggestively, just enough for him to know I was waiting for him to make his move.

 

The theater was new and featured seats where the armrests pulled up between seats. Steve moved it out of the way and I wiggled over next to him. Steve put his arm around my shoulders and held my upper arm. He pulled me towards him and we kissed long and hard, his tongue reaching into my mouth and mine meeting his. As we kissed, I could feel my pussy getting that itch I got when I was really horny. I reach up with my hand and moved his hand from my arm to my breast. He squeezed it and his kiss intensified.  I moaned just a bit as he rubbed my nipple through the thin fabric of my tube top. His hand could cup my entire breast and I couldn't believe how good it felt as he fondled me.

 

We continued to kiss while he groped my breasts and soon he started to run his hands over my bare skin - which was most of me in the outfit I was wearing!  I almost jumped out of my seat as he run his fingers up my inner thighs.  The skin there was soft and smooth and sensitive as hell. He started to reach for my crotch but I moved his hand away and whispered, "Not here. Don't worry, soon you'll know every inch of me."

 

Then I reached over and put my hand between his legs and was thrilled by the feel of his hard cock inside his jeans. He spread his legs apart to make it easier for me to hold him. I squeezed him gently and rubbed him.  I looked at him and smiled. “Mmmmmm, I want what’s in here!”

 

I was fumbling with his jeans so he reached down and unsnapped them for me.  I unzipped them and reached inside - he was wearing loose boxers which made it easy for me to slip my hand inside them.  First I felt his curly pubic hair against my fingers, I had never touched a boy there  before but before I knew it I was holding my first hard cock!  I couldn't believe it - it was so hard and warm.  The skin felt so soft in my hands.  I looked down and saw my hand around it, the head poking out of my hand. Not sure what to do, I just held it, feeling it throbbing and hot in my hand.

 

Steve whispered, "Stroke it Kelly."

 

I was only too happy to do what he wanted. As I ran my hand up and down his shaft his hips moved in sync with me and I could feel his cock swelling even more. I don't know what got into me then but I was feeling so horny I decided to just go for it.  I slid down to the floor and moved between his legs. I was still holding his cock and looked up at him questioningly. Steve just nodded and pulled my head gently forward. I took just the tip of his cock in my mouth - it felt so soft and warm.  He shuddered as my tongue licked the tip of the head. I started to lick his shaft, starting at the base and working my way up the to the head. I couldn't help but imagining a big popsicle except this one was warm and throbbing!

“Suck me again,” he whispered to me softly.

 

I took him back in my mouth.  At first I just took the head in my mouth, licking around it with my tongue. Steve pushed gently down on my head and I understood he wanted me to take more of him in. I took over half of his cock in my mouth before it seemed that was all I could take in.  He then pulled me up and I started to move his cock in and out of my mouth.  As I got use to it I found I could take more of it in, until finally I had his entire cock in his mouth and my face was tight against his crotch, my nose and mouth buried in his pubic hair.  He had a strong, musky odor which actually turned me on, similar to my pussy which I loved to taste as well.

 

At that moment I knew I was hooked - I realized that I loved sucking cock! When I had Steve’s cock in my mouth he was completely in my control. The thought that I was the reason for his cock being so big and hard made me so wet I couldn't take it anymore.  I reached down and pulled my cutoffs down just enough for me to get to my pussy.  I was so wet my finger easily slid inside of me while the palm of my hand rubbed my clit. Steve could see what I was doing and I knew he was really turned on. I continued sucking his wonderful cock while I played with myself. Knowing we were only a short distance away from everyone else in the theater made me even hotter. Once in a while I would get carried away and a wet slurping sound escaped but nobody seemed to notice.

 

This was all new territory for me so I wasn't sure what was going to happen next.  I knew that eventually he would cum and squirt from his cock – I had seen my dad masturbate plenty of times so the mechanics were not a mystery to me.  I just wasn't sure how the timing worked.  Steve was loving it and he started moving his hips in time with my mouth, thrusting himself as deeply into my mouth as he could.  He started to move faster and I kept up with him. 

 

"Oh god Kelly, don't stop.  Don't stop no matter what.  Damn! I AM almost  there!" he whispered.

 

His cock suddenly swelled in my mouth.  I started to back away but he shoved my head down into his crotch, forcing me keep his cock in my mouth.  Then suddenly he jerked and I felt his hot cum shooting into my mouth!  His cum was so hot, salty, and a bit gooey. He kept jerking and shooting more into me.  I started to gag just a bit and he pulled away.  I watched his last burst shoot out and it hit me in the cheek.  I looked up at him, his cum dripping from my lips as I licked the rest off his cock.

 

Steve was smiling. "Mmmmmm, that's a good girl.  Now open your mouth and show me my cum."

 

I still had some of his cum left in my mouth so I stuck out my tongue enough so he could see it pooled on it.  Then I swallowed it down and sucked his cock again.  It was already shrinking and I loved the way it felt as it softened in my mouth.  He shivered as I sucked on it softly, like a baby with a pacifier.

 

With him still in my mouth I pulled up my shorts.  Finally I had to let him go and while it was  disappointing to feel his cock leave my mouth I knew that it was going to be back in many times in the future if I had anything to say about it.  I got up and sat next to him again. I put my finger in his mouth telling him, "Next time you will get to taste me for yourself."

 

We watched what little was left of the movie, my hand inside his pants slowly massaging his spent cock.  I could still taste his cum in my mouth, wishing I could have more.  Needless to say, I got a LOT more later and he got to know a lot more of me as well!

>India ) Well, physically it would be easy – short, brown hair, bit of extra junk in the trunk but with big enough boobs to offset and, facially, pretty plain. What I’m thinking about, though, is how to describe her personality or the type of person she was. You see, Shehla was a bit odd or maybe quirky. At least, that’s what we thought during those first few months of the new semester. She was from Asia  so she become acquainted with me very soon as we wre studying same subject in our masters. In Boston university

Shehla always kept her door closed, unlike some of us who propped them open just hoping for someone to stop by and interrupt our studies. However, if you were out in the hall having a conversation with someone, even for just a minute or two, Shehla would come out and either join in or at least listen. It got to be pretty predictable and if Shehla didn’t come out, you assumed that she must not be in her room. We wondered why, if she was so interested in the interaction, she didn’t just leave her door open. We also wondered how she always seemed to hear you as soon as you were in the hall. Maybe the best way to describe Shehla was eager – eager to be involved, eager for interaction.A month or so into the semester, we discovered something else about Shehla. Actually, my friend, Javed,(my best friend back from my native country) discovered it and I was reluctant to believe him at first. Javed stopped by my room one day and said he had something to show me. He led me down the hall to his room and, inside, he pointed out a stain on the wall next to his bed. He explained that Shehla had jerked him off late the night before and that was where he’d shot his load.Knowing Javed as I did, it didn’t surprise me that he’d shot a load on his wall and hadn’t bothered to wipe it off, but I wasn’t convinced that he hadn’t just given himself that hand job. Javed insisted that he’d run into Shehla in the hall right before going to bed and when she asked what he was up to, he told her (trying to be outrageous) that he was planning to jerk off then go to sleep. He was surprised that Shehla was not only not the least bit put off by this, but offered to help him with it. He said he realized she was serious when she followed him into his room. He said he just lay on the bed and she did the rest.As I pondered Javed’s story, I figured there could be a lot of explanations. Javed could be lying. Shehla could have a crush on Javed. Or maybe Shehla was just eager to please. I decided that if given the opportunity, I’d test the last theory. Shehla knew that Javed and I were friends, so I couldn’t just go to her and ask for a hand job. Then she’d know that Javed had spilled the beans and that just wouldn’t be cool. I didn’t want to be responsible for giving her an undeserved reputation. As it turned out, the ideal opportunity came up and I was able to take advantage of it.I was in my room studying one night with the door just slightly ajar. Shehla, who by this time was getting to where she’d visit people more rather than just waiting for hallway conversations, poked her head in my door to see how I was doing. I looked up from my studies and told her to come in, saying that I was overworked and needed a break. She came in and sat on the bed and asked if everything was okay. I told her I was just feeling a little stressed out and probably just need to relieve some of that stress. She asked if I wanted her to massage my shoulders to see if that would help. I told her that it wasn’t really my shoulders that needed to be massaged to relieve my stress. She persisted in offering whatever she could do to help but I was trying to be evasive and suggestive at the same time. I told her that it wasn’t really something that would be appropriate for her to do for me and she finally flat out asked what it was. I apologized for even bringing it up and told her that I’d been alluding to the fact that what I really needed was a hand release. She didn’t seem clear on exactly what I meant so I made a jerking off motion with my hand.

“Oh,” she said, suddenly enlightened, “well, I can help you with that, too, if you want.” I acted surprised by the offer and pretended that I didn’t think it would be necessary. Lucky for me she wouldn’t take no for an answer and I finally gave in and told her I’d really appreciate it. She told me that’s what friends are for. She got up and closed and locked my door while I moved over to the bed. She was wearing black shorts and a white t-shirt and appeared to be braless. I was also wearing shorts and a t-shirt and sat on the bed, propped up against the wall. She came back over and sat near my legs, facing me, and massaged the growing bulge in my shorts. I told her earnestly how much I appreciated what she was doing and she replied with “My pleasure” then asked me to lift my ass.I lifted and she started to slide my shorts and underwear down my legs. My cock was pretty erect by this point, but continued to grow even harder once Shehla grasped it. We were both looking down at it as she stroked it in her right hand. Thinking that I didn’t want to spew all over my shirt, I went ahead and took it off. I was then naked. Shehla gently pumped my cock in her right hand, occasionally switching to her left so she could caress my balls with her right. She never looked up at me, continuing to stare at my cock as if fascinated by it. I watched her hands at work, but also looked at the rapt attention on her face and noticed her hardened nipples pressing against her shirt. I was thinking how nice this was and that if she wanted to do this for me every night, I certainly would have no complaints. I have to be honest; I was truly surprised (pleasantly) by what happened next. While pumping my cock in her left hand and gently rubbing my balls with her right, Shehla lowered her head and kissed the tip of my cock. Before I could even react, she wrapped her lips around the head and slid them down to the base. I groaned and muttered something encouraging, reaching out to run my fingers through her hair. Her hand job had been great, but her blowjob was incredible. The moist warmth of her mouth, her lips holding tightly and her tongue moving around – this was better than I expected. The way she was sitting, leaning forward, her left breast was resting against her knee within arms reach. I reached out and began to fondle it, finding her hard nipple and gently caressing it. When she adjusted herself slightly, I took the opportunity to ask her to take off her shirt. Shehla paused, releasing all grips on my cock and, finally looking at me, pulled her shirt up over her head. Her tits were indeed large torpedoes with big

aureoles and big, hard nipples. My dick twitched as I looked at them, drawing Shehla’s attention back to it. She changed her position so that she was on her knees, leaning over with her tits hanging, and went back to sucking my cock. I reached out and took her tit in my hand again and played with her hard nipple. I thought that at some point it might be nice to fuck those titties, but at this point I was so close to cumming that I didn’t even suggest it.I had been horny that night before Shehla had come by and had only grown more aroused from the time she came to my door, so it was no surprise that within five minutes of her lips returning to my shaft, I was on the verge of cumming. She was definitely skilled, sliding her slippery lips up and down with just the right amount of pressure, pumping the base with her left hand, fondling my balls with her right and pressing her tongue against the shaft with each pass.Up and down her head went while my hips started pushing up and down slightly themselves the closer I got. I was moaning and murmuring words of encouragement and my hand had gone from her tit back to rest on the back of her head. She didn’t rush to get done, even as my cock began to swell larger in her mouth. She just kept a consistent pace, drawing the pleasure out even longer. Finally, as she slid her lips down to the root of my cock, I erupted with a cry of pleasure and began pumping cum into her mouth. She milked my orgasm out of me as I was overcome with waves of pleasure. I opened my eyes as Shehla sat up, her ass resting on her heels and her torpedo tits jutting out. She was smiling, still looking down at my limp cock. I sat up slightly myself, my face moving toward her left breast. I ran my tongue around her nipple before sucking it between my lips. She moaned and one of her hands went to the back of my head. I was propping myself up with my right arm, so my left hand went up to her right breast and fondled it while my mouth worked on her left. Shehla was moaning softly, appearing to appreciate the attention.

Feeling more benevolent than I had expected to, I released her nipple and asked her to strip off her shorts and allow me to relieve her stress with my tongue. She stepped off the bed and stood beside it as I reclined and watched her. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of both her shorts and her panties and began to push them down together. Her bush was dark brown, like the hair on her head, and appeared to be pretty well kept, which was always a plus when you were eating pussy. Her thighs and ass were kind of big, but after that amazing blowjob and looking at those big tits, it mattered not one iota to me at that point. I lay back and had her climb onto the bed and straddle my face.With my hands on her plentiful ass, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up her slit. She was very wet; I could taste the juices she was secreting. I started out just licking up her slit over and over, just hitting her clit at the end of each slurp. As she started to get more into it, I moved one of my hands down so that I could slip a finger into her while concentrating my licking on her clit. I ended up slipping two fingers into her and pumping them in and out while slurping and sucking her clit. She was moving her hips and holding the back of my head while moaning softly,ohhhhh,gooooood niccccce. I kept burying my fingers in her slippery cunt and sucking on her clit while she rode my face. Looking up, I could see her torpedo tits jutting out as she alternated playing with each of her nipples with her free hand. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open as she moaned. I went back to focusing on the task at hand and didn’t notice when she quit playing with her titties. I felt the hand that was now free when she reached behind herself and took hold of my cock again. She began gently pulling and stroking it as she got closer and closer to orgasm, causing the blood to begin to flow back into it.I was still pretty limp when she started, but her hand manipulations along with the proximity of her tits and pussy had me on the rise again in short order. My main concern, though, was getting her to an orgasm. I was pumping my fingers and licking and sucking her clit, knowing that she was getting pretty close just based on her movements and the noises she was making.Her breaths and moans got shorter and shorter until she finally froze for a second before letting out a long, ragged breath. She convulsed a little as the tension went out of her body and I suddenly had a fresh flow of pungent juices to lap out of her pussy. Pulling my fingers free, I lapped them up as she rode out her orgasm until she finally dismounted my head and stood beside the bed again.She still had my cock in her hand and was pumping it again. I was almost back to full strength and when she leaned over, her big tits swaying, and sucked it into her mouth again, I was as good as there. She raised her head after a couple of passes with her lips and asked if I had a condom handy. I had her grab my wallet off the shelf and took one out of there.While she put my wallet back, I tore open the packet and rolled the condom down my shaft. I didn’t even have to move. Shehla climbed back onto the bed and straddled my hips, reaching down to guide my cock into her waiting pussy. She lowered herself down until I was completely engulfed in her warm confines. She leaned forward as she started to ride, one hand on each side of my head and her big tits swinging in my face. This was exactly what I wanted. I reached up to still them and attacked them with my tongue. I ran circles around her big aureoles and sucked on her hard nipples while holding the soft, smooth flesh in my hands. Shehla’s pussy felt great as it slid up and down my cock, slippery and warm with a snug grip. I felt like I could lay there all night long just playing with her big titties and letting her fuck me. She was obviously still pretty fired up because she quickly moved into a very fast tempo, slamming herself down on me rapidly.

She was breathing hard again and moaning, so it seemed to me that she was going to have another orgasm pretty quickly. I just enjoyed the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down me and played with her tits while she pursued that orgasm. I felt as though I could last as long as I need to, having blown a load already not that long ago. I did what I could to help her along, pushing my cock up to meet her on the way down, trying to give her as much penetration as possible. She finally sat down hard and let out a low moan. I could feel her sort of quivering as her orgasm passed through her.After a few seconds, she started to ride me again and I was amazed at how much more slippery her pussy felt. It had felt incredible before and now it was indescribable. I knew it would only be a few more minutes before I was done for,

so I let go of her tits and grabbed her hips. I closed my eyes and just lay there enjoying the intense feeling of pleasure that seemed completely concentrated in my cock. Shehla rode up and down, a little bit slower than before, and her tits swung back and forth above my head.As my impending orgasm got more and more intense, I was raising my hips up again, pushing deeper into her hot, slick pussy. Finally, with one final shove, I started to cum and I swear there was no blood flowing above my neck at that time. I let out this noise that had to let Shehla know the intensity of the pleasure she was giving me. My orgasm just seemed to go on and on, until I thought my balls would turn inside out. When it finally quit, it took a few minutes before the light-headedness went away.Shehla dismounted me, grabbed the condom and wrapped it in a Kleenex, then tossed it in the trash. She then leaned down and gently licked the remaining cum from my flaccid cock. I slid over sideways so she could lay beside me on the bed, but she sat there instead, looking down at me.

“That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had,” she said, “not that I have had all that much. Do you think we could keep doing this, if we’re very discreet?”

I assured her that I’d be happy to fuck her anytime she wanted and wouldn’t be insulted if she didn’t want anyone to know about it. I reached up and caressed her nipple as we talked. She decided she’d better let me get back to my studying, so she got up and pulled her clothes back on. I pulled my shorts and t-shirt back on, too, in case anyone was outside the door when she left. I thanked her for helping me with my stress and she left.We fucked a lot during the next couple of months and I don’t think anyone was ever aware of it. I never even told Javed. Even Shehla’s period didn’t get in the way of her giving nature. During those times, she would blow me or let me fuck her tits, though in both instances I usually ended up cumming in her mouth. She’d even let me, on those rare occasions when we rode the elevator alone, slip my hand up her shirt and feel her tits from the time the door closed until we reached our destination. The thing that finally got in the way of our regular sessions was when Shehla got a boyfriend. She didn’t think it would be right to have sex with me behind his back and I guess he was doing a good job of satisfying her anyway. I wasn’t to broken up about it, though, since I had discovered a few alternate sources of sex anyway – not hard to do on a college campus. She did continue to come by occasionally to relieve my stress with a handjob, which she had originally said “that’s what friends are for” and I had no complaints about that

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my balls, swiftly feeling them, and we locked lips in a passionate kiss. The door opened, and the JANITOR came in. He was an old man named Bob. He saw the cloths on the floor, the naked girl and boy standing close together, and he smiled at us. He left, saying, "They're living their youth, what can I do?" We laughed. Then she lay down on the ground, and I humped her back. Then I decided to stick my willy down her ass. I pushed into her ass hole, and she moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then I fondled her breasts again, before she got back to class. I spent the rest of the day masturbating in the supply closet. The end

pussy, thinking about her college boys and fingering after midnight.

Since she was this much free with me I also had the idea that I can seduce her to have sex with me.Though she talks well and shares everything, naturally she was a typical malayaee cultured girl,so I thought it would be difficult for me,but she proved me wrong.

One day when talking about those porn movies with Veena,she got involved and asked whether she could also see those movies,I said that it was simple and told her that I will bring a movie(B.F) for her when we get some chance to watch it.I was not kept waiting for long since Veena’s mother went to her native place,she called me up and said there was’nt anyone in the home,and asked me to bring her the movie.I got aroused and I had already made a video CD with best mixture of XX and XXX hardcore porn movies.Veena had some ideas about those movies and those clips by watching it in the Internet,but had never seen a porn movie for real.The real chance being provided by me !

I went to her home by 10 am and she was in her nighty we both blushed and she shly welcomed me inside.I went and sat in the couch for a while and with her permission just put the CD on its player and to act as if like a smart boy I said to her,"Ok you watch the movie and I will wait outside".Veena opposed it and said there was nothing to worry and we both have nothing in mind so let’s watch it together.I knew I was there with more than 80% chance there to fuck her if we both get aroused.But I also had a fear in my mind whether due to my anxiety I may even lose her friendship.

The CD started to run and I just checked the doors and the windows so that we wouldn’t get caught if someone checks in.We both sat in the floor resting our backs on the sofa and started to watch it on the TV.All those clips got both of us hot and veena shly laughed at seeing them and when the clips started to run XXX movie clip she just blushed and ran inside

I ran back after her and she went inside the bedroom and shly stood there with her face closed by her fingers.I was getting hotter by the minute and started breathing hot air and felt as if my heart was in my mouth and beating heavily.I simply teased her and said that she was not bold enough to watch those movies and she is not yet matured as well, but I had no reply from her,she was still standing shly with her face closed.I couldn’t wait longer and went near her and tried to remove her hands from her face,during which most of our body parts touched each other.She resisted me and didn’t allow me to take her hands away but smiling from the inside.

I applied a bit more pressure and in the meanwhile we both collided with each other and fell on the bed,with Veena down and Iam on top,now she took her hands of the face and kept her eyes closed.I got my cock erect and deliberately didn’t wear my under wear so that I can get it free anytime.I could feel her slanting beautiful curve at the bottom and some of her pussy hair hitting my lund.I started to move my ass slowly and she too responded well by not saying any word.

THAT’S IT I took her in my arms and put her in the middle of the bed and hastily took her nighty bottom up and also pressing her boobs with one hand.She was wearing a black petticoat and could see her white panty.I kissed her with a lot of force on the face and slowly bit her nipples and by now she started to moan slowly,"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh ummmmmmmmmmmmmm"I got even restless and removed her panty and also took off my pants and threw it and and brushed my fully erect 8" cock on her hairy pussy and tried to let it inside but it was tough and got harder in the opening but I let it inside and only by now Veena opened her eyes.I saw the pain in her eyes and again she moaned,"UUmmmmmmmmmmm"I pushed my ass more and more and now she too got fully involved.I took out my cock and removed her nighty fully she had her black bra which I tore open to squeeze her boobs with my power on the forearms and sucked it harder and told her that she is tasting really good.She replied that,"Dai konjam methuva pannaenda valikuthula…"
I blushed and asked her to turn back and saw her beautiful ass and sucked it and let my cock in,hit it harder as it was really good.

She started moaning heavily and was also fingering on side by side so that she could cum a bit early.I warned her to reduce her voice because someone could be alarmed outside and then we will be in trouble.I took back my position on the pussy and hit it harder,I holded her tightly and our movements back and forth were countless, she suffered a lot of pain but I knew she liked it a lot and she was starving 20 full years for that fucking experience.By now I was about to cum and took out my cock and now she felt relieved temporarily and I asked to hold her boobs tightly and let my cock inside to cum my white sticky material on her face and on the neck.After that I kissed her passionately we both were lying on the bed hugging each other for about 5 minutes.The movie was still running on the TV and I knew it couldn’t be better than our’s.After that whenever we both meet I would atleast press her boobs or when we are alone we would have sex.Since my sister Aaa went abroad the slot was filled up by Veena.We also regularly go to Beasantnagar beach on the weekends and enjoy there in the beach sand,you can see both of us there on saturdays. I love my friend Veena she is still my best friend !

b of your lips around the shaft, and especially around the rim of my dick. I close my eyes and I help your oral strokes with my thrusts. I rise my arms and I put both my hand around my head, just feeling all the pressure building up within my loins and member. I push now harder and harder, I am really fucking your nice little mouth, you cope with my thrusts as much as you could, while strongly squeezing my testicles. I cannot resist any more and I pour all my creamy juicy sperm into your eager mouth. One, two, three… even a forth load of cum is delivered all inside your mouth. With my eyes still shut I enjoy the feeling of your swallowing and the sound of your slurping, while enjoying the frenzy movement that your tongue makes around my still hard cock. It has been a fabulous orgasm! I shouted all my pleasure aloud while bending over you and holding your head firmly while pushing my member deep in your throat. I want you to swallow down to the very last drop of my cum. I went too deep as you choke a little, but you do not give up. Good girl, you know how to please a man. I extract my manhood now almost soft, with “pop” from your mouth, and I collapse on your desk: the pleasure has been so great that it has knock my knees out. You smile wide with an expression of great satisfaction on your face. A drop of cum is pouring from one side of your mouth, it is vulgar, but you look so sexy. You slurp your tongue all around your mouth to collect all my tasty sperm, you do not want to lose a single hint of it, do you??

I am panting, but I can still smile back to you. Your eyes send shiny flashes, of satisfaction, lust and excitement. The life is great I love the life, and I love the possibility to spend this emotion moment with a soul like you.

To be continued if somebody is interested in knowing how I returned…. The favour. If anybody is interested in the whole story in one single file, please contact me at pb1399@yahoo.it .

face="Trebuchet MS">          People said we were the perfect couple…the ones who would end up being high school sweethearts and get married…the ones who would last forever. It was true…we were the ideal couple. I was 1000% positive of this that night I dead and went to heaven.

          That day was the day of the big Tucker football game in the dome. I was PMSing and kind of upset, so we fought pretty much the whole time. During the 4^th quarter I looked into those deep eyes and wondered what the fuck I was doing fighting with the guy of my dreams, he meant no harm. So I apologized and apologized but by then it was time to go…another day wasted. *So I thought*

          I continued to beg for already given forgiveness, I felt awful I wasted a day over something dumb. I wanted to make it up…I wanted him so bad. I told him this, and told him to come over (half-way kidding thinking it couldn’t happen) but then he surprised me with an “ok.” My face lit up when I read it…so we began to make a plan. He was to ride his bike to my house and come in through the basement door. As he was signing off he asked me THE question…”Should I bring condoms?” I said yes, because how could I say no...He’s irresistible, and I wanted nothing more to have him ALL, than to do the act with the one I knew I loved.

          So I went into my room put on a cami and soft PJ pants, and put that lotion on I knew he loved so much. I walked downstairs to the basement and waited anxiously. It wasn’t too long before I saw his face in the window; my heart skipped a beat. We said our hellos in shaky voices then I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. He took me in his arms and brought me close to his warm body and kissed me hard, of course, I kissed him back. He smelled so good, god his cologne turned me on every time. Then he pulled back and looked at me; he reached down for my shirt. He struggled for a moment until I reached down and whipped it off my body. His eyes lit up (happy to see I chose not to bother with a bra) and I couldn’t help but smile. I helped him remove his shirt and my pants revealing one of the thongs he picked out for me. We started to kiss even harder and he squeezed my ass. *I love it when he does this* I pulled off his shorts and then my thong. I stood there naked and him in boxers. Then he did something that took my breath away, he picked me up and sat me on the bed. * It was quite tall* This just blew me away…little things like that flatter me. I laid back and he got down on his knees. I was already wet as fuck…but who wouldn’t be? I was about to get fucked by the hottest, most perfect, sweetest guy on earth.

          He woke me up from my thoughts as he stuck his finger up my pussy, oh yeah I was in for the best time of my life. He started out slow and got faster and faster until I was soaking myself and his hand, then he switched to his tongue. That does it for me, his tongue is so amazing and he knows how to use it. He licks me so good and I moan in enjoyment. He started on my lips and moved inward…this drove me crazy. I was absolutely ready for the main event now...I couldn’t take it anymore.

          He slid off his boxers revealing his rock hard dick, ripped open the condom and slipped it on and then with no hesitation at all slid his huge perfect cock in my pussy. I had a quick pain and panicked…but I told him not to stop. We started out tender and slow, trying to get a feel for it. Even this was amazing…it was a feeling that was indescribable. We kind of struggled for the first minute…his dick kept slipping out, but I didn’t care. He just put it back in place and kept working me like a pro. Every once in a while he’d lean down and suck on my hard nipples or kiss my stomach. Moves like this made me go into even more ecstasy. His thrusts got harder and deeper by the second…and I was loving it. Then he stopped suddenly and told me to sit up and I said okay kind of startled.

          He left me up into an upright position then slid his hands under my ass and picked me up. I straddled my legs around his hip bones with his dick still inside me. He then began to bounce me up and down his cock…oh god this was amazing. I got into it and started moving myself and started to moan kind of loud…he had to tell me to be quieter knowing my parents were sleeping 2 stories above us. We did this for a few more moments until he laid me back down on the bed again and started working me even harder. Then he pulled out getting the feeling he was about to come and I told him to lie down…I wanted to finish the job. I felt on his dick and began to stroke it up and down…making it a little harder…then I bent down and took it in my mouth. I started slow and soft but soon I started sucking as hard as I could and went as deep as I could. While working his cock with my mouth, I began to reach under and rub and squeeze his butt. I love his butt…it’s so thick and sexy. Then I rubbed up and down the top and inside of his thighs. I could hear him gasping and moaning in pleasure and this gave me satisfaction.

          He finally told me to stop and use my hands and rub and fast as I could…so I did. And not long after I touched his dick with my fingers and made a few up and down motions he came all over me and himself. His cum was soft and warm…I loved it. I rubbed it all over me…it was like the best lotion ever…and it was all him. I loved the thought of having little Rions all over my body. That just made me even hornier so I got up and lied next to him.

          We must have laid there for 30 minutes…just naked, talking, and rubbing each other all over. He fingered me some more…but slowly and lovingly this time as we talked about how amazing that was and how much we loved each other and how we couldn’t wait to get married and do that every night then just lay with each other naked, tangled up in each other. We dreamed of how we’d be fucking each other so hard…then just falling asleep while his dick was still inside me, and how perfect it would be.

          We finally got up, got dressed, kissed a few more minutes…and I helped him to the door. I didn’t want him to leave, but I knew he had to. He slowly walked out the door…releasing himself from my grip on his hand. I ran upstairs and watched him peddle away from my house. As I watched him get farther and farther away I thought to myself “He’s so fucking amazing…I’m the luckiest girl alive.” And I was…

That night I slept the best I had ever slept in my whole life.

 

Epilogue

          My first time; it couldn’t have been more perfect. It was everything I could have asked for…plus more. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way or with any other person. It was like a dream come true.

 

 

t would finally consume her, though it was a long hard road that led her to her final destination.

She was overtaken by the limited side of love. In it’s earliest stage, she finally determined, it was lust. That was the starting point to it all. The feelings one has towards another, or a thought, or a feeling, that a person somehow obtains in the beginning. Where it leads is up to the actions and meanings of that person. It can lead to something wonderful, she thought, or to something destructive. But to whatever end, she became devoured by its draw.

And so young, that was the real travesty. She was only thirteen when she began her journey. It was only thoughts and feelings at first. Ideas that were theory and only theory. Ideas that would last many months before acted upon. She was young and naive. Stupid at least in the matter. But it was her. She began innocently enough at first. Simple clitoris masturbation that led to little more than sensation and mild amusement. Then to penetration, self-induced of course, first with the fingers and then with larger and more stimulating objects. A carrot from the cupboard, then a banana from the counter top, then to larger items like lamp posts and eggplants. Perverse and right for her plight. It couldn’t be ignored. The stretching sensation, the pain, was all part of the process. Even her own fist eventually probed her vagina and her study. All continued until she felt she could learn no more from herself. The next logical step in her determined and obscene obsession was a man. Only then could she go deeper that she has already. Her virginity was really only a word by then. Her pussy had been stretched and probed more than many women twice her age. Her hymen long since gone. And by sixteen, she was only starting her walk toward sexual womanhood.

She began in the barrooms of the big city. Her home town and a focal point of horniness to be found in the country. Any man in any pub in the city would love nothing more in their drunken state, no matter how severe, than to "fuck" a young sixteen year old girl. An attractive girl to boot. She was well figured in appearance and cute as a button. Her stature was only a few inches over five foot but her proportions were nothing short of perfect. She had flowing brown hair and the votes of her peers as the most beautiful in her prep school. But she valued none of the praise or passes. The boys and girls of her classes could teach her nothing of her real pursuits. She was on a different sort of mission. She knew the task would be easy, even though her first attempt was filled with nervousness nonetheless. She was still a perfect little lady in appearance. No one knew of her innermost desires but her, and she was now about to throw that away, even though most who cared wouldn’t know.

She entered the bar to little affair, though a few patrons stole a glance. She knew her message would be short and sweet to whomever she decided. It was simple. Nothing more than study. This first time would be with a man of at least some attraction. Someone with something to offer her own amusements. She spotted the man perfect for the part only minutes after arriving and parking by the bar. He was young and unassuming. Seemingly as naive as she. He barely looked about as he seemed new at even ordering a beer. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-two, and handsome. A good build and a wonderful demeanor. Even at first glance, Tiffany knew she had found her man. She walked right up and began her new chapter in her quest.

"Excuse me sir." She said.

"Yes ma’am." The boy replied.

"This will seem forward, but I was wondering if you might like to fuck me?" She said matter-of-fact, never taking her eyes off him.

"Ma’am?" He nervously replied.

She could tell he was thrown by the question and she was a little taken herself. She had gone over it many times in her head how it would all play out, but it now seemed very different as she said it. Very whorish.

"I mean to say if you are horny and you like me, I would like to spend the evening with you in some nearby boarding room. I have a few things I need to discover." She said, as if it would make it more comfortable.

The boy excused himself after a few seconds and left. Tiffany was awed. She hadn’t expected a turn away from her proposal. But it seemed that was the case. She waited a few more minutes and was about to leave, being overcome with sudden embarrassment. Then as she was turning to walk to the door, she saw the boy approaching.

"Sorry about that. I had to use the facilities, and I admit I was overwhelmed with your offer initially. I didn’t know what to say. I have thought about your proposal and would like to take you up on it if you still would offer." The boy said.

Tiffany smiled and grabbed the boy by the hand. She had pre-arranged a room only a block from the pub and led the boy there without a word. After arriving, she told the boy to make himself comfortable on the bed as she would be right back. She stepped into the bathroom and stripped away all of her clothing to the floor. She looked at herself a long time in the mirror and reassured herself that this was the right thing. She pushed her middle finger into her pussy and gave a few rough thrusts as if the reassure herself of her purpose and then walked naked back into the room. The boy had done as much in at least undressing and was sitting on the bed with only a smile.

Time was a factor to Tiffany. She was not there for fun necessarily. She was not there for him. She was there for herself and her study. He was only a new devise. A means to knowledge. She didn’t say a word as she walked up to the boy and to her knees. His hard cock was in her mouth before words could be spoken. It was enough to make the boy tense and raise off the bed with lust, though she kept his cock secure in her mouth. She began to suck as hard as she could, wanting his first orgasm in her mouth soon. It was one of the lessons she needed. To know what the male ejaculate tasted like. She hoped it would be as sweet as she had imagined. Moments later she knew. He began to moan louder, telling her he was about to come as if she needed the warning. She became only more eager as she quickened the pace. She tasted his first blast barely, feeling it hit roughly at the base of her throat gagging her ever so slightly. She would not relent however, and slowed only after the last spurt had long since left. She held him in her mouth sucking all she could before removing his penis and savoring the seed. She rolled his load around her tongue to get full flavor before swallowing his load. Though the taste was not what she expected, she did love it. More than she had thought and smile up at him, opening her mouth to show him she was satisfied.

The boy was in a lustful fit as he needed to cum again. His demeanor was changing. To Tiffany’s surprise, he roughly pulled her up to her feet and threw her onto the bed. She was taken by his aggression, but offered no resistence. If she was to learn she figure she must learn it all, even the more vigorous and possibly undesired ends of sex. She felt him jam his fingers hard into her pussy. It was painful at first but she still made no resistence. He then positioned himself on top of her with his free hand on her throat, his other still pushing into her pussy.

"I’m going to fuck you hard now you little slut. No one has fucked you before. Not like this anyway." the boy yelled, gritting his teeth.

Tiffany only turned her head in distaste of his statements, showing no emotion but a squint of pain from the first thrust of his large cock into her pussy. He never slowed down as he thrusted harder and faster into her pussy. She gripped hard at the sheets and bit her lip not to scream. She secretly was beginning to love the feel and this new object was the best she had received into her snatch. He then began to suck and bite at her nipples roughly as she began to lose control. She finally screamed out and dug her nails into his back as she begged him to fuck her harder. The boy was now taken by the situation, realizing she like what he was doing despite his misunderstanding of it. He then decided it was time for the next step in his plan. He rose and harshly flipped Tiffany over onto her stomach. Before she knew his intent, his cock was digging into her asshole. She had though it would be unpleasant at first, as she had never had anything in her ass in all her self-studies, but soon began to relax and allow his cock entrance. He pushed even harder then, and did not stop until his cock was fully inside her ass. She had screamed out many times during the act but never to stop, only to go faster and harder. She wondered then why she had resisted this pleasure before. He pumped vigorously at her anus, raising himself up to allow for harder thrusts. He then pulled out, straddled the backside of her head and wiped his cock off in her long hair as he masturbated. His cum filled her hair as he matted it in with his hand after he was through. Tiffany lay motionless as he got dressed and left, saying only "Thank you slut" as he shut the door behind him. Tiffany lay motionless, breathing hard for several minutes. A smile of satisfaction was on her face. She knew her next move now and she though on it as she showered in the motel and got dressed to leave. The boy had taken her a few steps farther than she had planned and she was pleased by it all. Her next step was a big one, but one she knew she was ready to try.

The biker bar had a nasty reputation. It was filled with undesirables and known by woman to be a place to avoid. A rough establishment to say the least. She knew she was going to get fucked hard by many men and might not even have to say a word. Her dress and demeanor would say it all. She also knew that if things became to unpleasant she probably would be unable to stop it. It was a risk she was willing to take. She had worn a trench coat for the drive to hide her attire. She stepped out of the car as she parked right next to the front door. She then took the coat off revealing only a garter belt with a leather thong, a leather bra, and fishnet stockings running from mid-thigh down to her spike-heeled pumps. She was in all black, almost naked and wore thick makeup to complete the disguise. She was ravishingly beautiful and with her appearance, could have convinced even a devout priest to fuck her in the ass.

She could hear the noises of drunken men and loud music even before she opened the door. As she entered, the bar almost came to a stop as everyone looked her way. She did a turn as the door closed behind her to give everyone a look. She raised her arms above her head with a smile and showed off her body to the crowd. There was no turning back now. Her bare ass attracted a few whistles as she finished her turn and put her hands on her hips with an attitude and a smirk. The games would now begin. A fat man with a long beard was the first to approach. He must have been in his 50s as his beard was mostly gray and his face was weathered. He had on faded and dirty blue jeans and a button up shirt with a black leather vest and a black leather hat. He definitely looked the part of your classic biker as his steel pointed boots clanked on the floor as he approached.

"Little girl, have you lost your mind?" he asked.

She only looked at him with a smile and then crouched in the floor in front of him. He looked down at her as she placed her hand on his crotch, feeling his cock grow in her palm. She then unzipped his jeans and reached in, pulling his semi-hard cock free. He never said a word as she opened her mouth and took his cock in. He moaned a little as she began to suck. He tasted like stale piss and smelled like he hadn’t bathed in a week as she continued her business. It was not unpleasant for her however, she loved having cock in her mouth and found the whole thing overly erotic. She hadn’t noticed the other man come up behind her until she felt his hand on her ass, squeezing and rubbing roughly. She then rose up again, sticking her ass out to the man while never taking her mouth off the cock she was pleasuring. She heard the zipper and felt its steel as the second man pushed her thong to one side and slid his cock completely into her soaking wet pussy. Both men had only medium sized dicks, but were amusing nonetheless. She began to moan as the second man’s thrusts increased, causing her to take the first’s cock farther and deeper into her mouth as she sucked. The second man was removing her bra and fondling her budding breasts as the first man moaned and came into her mouth. It was as sweet as the last seed she had swallowed in the motel and she never relented until her pulled away. A little of his cum spilled from her mouth onto the floor, but she swallowed most of it before standing up. The man fucking her was thrusting hard where they stood and kissing her neck as he rubbed aggressively at her now bare tits. He came in her pussy and then pulled away as she felt it running down her thigh. She stopped it with her hand and brought it up to her mouth as her eyes scanned the room for her next subjects.

She noticed that many in the room had taken their cocks out and were rubbing them as they had watched her. She asked "Who’s next?" as she licked the last of the cum from her fingers. Everyone stood motionless as she finally found what she wanted. Standing next to each other were two well-hung men fondling their man hoods. They were younger than the first two she had already drained and looked to be perfect for her needs. At least her most immediate needs. Their cocks were thick and must have been ten inches long as she pointed in their direction and began to walk their way. She had only taken a few steps before she felt a hand grab her left tit and stop her. She never took her eyes off the two men she had started for, as this unexpected mystery man stopped her and pushed her head down toward his crotch. She was pleased to find a slightly larger cock than the first two pointing in her face as she took it into her mouth. She sucked hard and fast, keeping her eyes off the two men she had started for. She had never even looked up to the owner of the cock that was in her mouth to see what he looked like. She was after the first two and needed only to satisfy this one so she could continue her journey. The man came quickly and she swallowed and rose back up, walking again to the large cocks she desired.

As she reached them, she grabbed their cocks one in each hand and led them to a nearby pool table. She then released and had one of the men lay on the table with his cock high in the air.

"I want your cock in my pussy," she said pointing at the man on the pool table, "and I want your cock in my ass," pointing to the other who was standing next to her, "and I want them both right now." She then got up on the table and straddled the man, lowering her pussy down onto his cock. It was huge and fit snugly as she moaned with pleasure. She then looked back and pointed at her ass, letting the second man know it was time. She lay still as she felt a spit of saliva hit her asshole just before he pushed his cock fully inside her anus. Then the fucking began as they got into a rhythm. She was moaning uncontrollably now as the man under her sucked at her tits. She was being doubly penetrated by the two biggest cock she had yet seen and she was loving it. Inevitably it would end though as they both needed to come. She quickly rolled onto her back and hung her head over the side of the table as the two men positioned themselves on either side of her head. They were still jerking off when she felt another cock entering her pussy and beginning to fuck her hard. She was moaning again when the cum began to splash all over her gaping mouth, her lips, and her face. She was still swallowing and wiping cum to her mouth when she felt the man who had been fucking her cum all over her stomach. She then looked up to see a handsome, but dirty man jerking his cock and wiping it and his cum all over her stomach.

What happened next would be the finale of her study. She was still recovering when she heard a deep voice from toward the back of the room telling everyone to make way. The crowd quickly began to part as Tiffany got off the table to see who it was. She was in awe to see a huge black man walking her way. The people began to almost cheer his name as he came forward. "Johnny, Johnny!" the crowd yelled as he came closer. For the first time, Tiffany felt some concern as Johnny finally was before her. He was massive. He must have been close to seven feet tall and weighed at least three hundred pounds. He was an angry looking man with a powerful look. He had on jeans and boots with no shirt. Only a vest and a hat on his upper torso. He was very muscular and intimidating. Tiffany shuttered a little thinking what must be coming, but was excited at the same time. Tiffany was like a dwarf in comparison. And then Johnny unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. A shiver came over Tiffany as she felt a little light-headed just by first sight. His cock seemed unnatural. It was still flaccid, but even then must have been fifteen inches long and three inches wide! She though of running out of there and trying to get away, but she figured she would never make it. And even then, she was curious. What if she were to fuck this massive cock? She figured it would complete her findings on sex. She decided to stay as she became more and more excited.

"Suck on that you bitch!" Johnny said deeply. His voice scared her as much as the words.

"You must bes the dumbest bitch in the world to comes in here like that. You wants to get fucked huh? Well yous abouts to gets whats yous wants." he said.

He then grabbed his cock and pulled it up toward her face. She didn’t have to crouch very low to get into position. She slowly moved her mouth to his cock and took it’s head into her mouth. Just the head of his cock was enough to fill her mouth as she began to try and suck it. Her mouth was as wide as she could get it, and she gagged and drooled as he tried to stuff it in as far as he could. Her saliva was running from her mouth and slimily falling to the floor as Johnny’s cock grew. She could feel it growing and feared it would soon be too big to get out of her mouth. She pulled away with a pop and gasped for air as Johnny laughed.

"You ain’ts woman enuff yet for Johnny. But you wills be before you leaves here." He said.

"You can’t sucks it then you cans stroke it." He said looking down at her.

She looked up with tears in her eyes and began to stroke his massive cock. She was not sad or scared really, though concerns were there. She was crying because the cock had gagged her so much that her eyes were watering. Her thick mascara was smearing down her cheeks as the patrons of the bar laughed. Johnny wasn’t laughing though and his cock was getting ever bigger in her hand. When he was finally fully erect, he must have been eighteen or twenty inches long and four inches thick. And it got even thicker closer to the base. She could not nearly get her hand around it, and was stroking it with two hands, one on the end half and one on the base half.

"That’s good bitch, you best be ready now for the fuck of your life." Johnny said.

He then grabbed her with one giant hand and raised her to her feet. She was nervous with excitement as he turned her around and bent her over the pool table. She looked around best she could to see him lifting his massive cock up towards her cunt. She was amazed to see how far away he was from her still as she felt his cock press against her slit. It took up her entire entrance as he pushed it part way in. She gasped at the size of just his head in her pussy as she screamed. The crowd gave out a laugh as they knew there was much more to come. Johnny then gave a great thrust that pushed his cock about a quarter of the way in and forced Tiffany to slide across the table in pain. She screamed even louder but made no effort to escape as the crowd cheered. Her pussy felt completely stuffed and yet she knew there was much more cock to come. With a second, and more forceful thrust, Johnny was three-quarters in and had hit bottom. Tiffany’s pussy was completely full and could take no more. Johnny was inside full capacity and knew it was as far as he could get from past experience. Tiffany passed out from the pain and regained consciousness to find Johnny pumping his cock in and out of her. She could feel the fullness and the emptiness with each thrust and knew her pussy was as wide as it could ever go. She began to enjoy it after a while and then to love it. She was an animal and after a few minutes was begging Johnny to fuck her hard, to his and everyone else’s surprise. The men in the bar then took turns as Tiffany sucked each dick that presented itself. Much later, she must have sucked fifty cocks and Johnny was still fucking her hole. She had came at least twenty times and felt her pussy releasing squirts of cum with each wave. It was the best she could have imagined. The men began to jerk off all over her back until she was practically in a bath of cum. She was drenched from waist to head in cum and was begging for more as others came in her mouth. Every man in the bar had gotten off at least once if not more. Her stomach was full of jizz and she begged them to come back for more. Then she felt a wetness at her ass and looked back to see Johnny pull his cock out of her pussy and roughly jam it into her ass. She again screamed and the pain was tremendous, but the pleasure and lust had taken over and she only wanted more. She grabbed the nearest cock and stuffed it into her mouth to muffle her screams. To Johnny’s surprise, she was taking more of his cock into her ass than he though possible and it was quickly turning into the best fuck Johnny had ever had too.

After a few more minutes Johnny yelled out that he was going to cum and everyone moved away. Tiffany was sore, but got up off the table and positioned herself on the floor in front of Johnny as he jerked his cock. It was so big he had to hold it up with one hand and jerk it with the other so he could aim it at Tiffany’s face. She sat open-mouthed as Johnny began to cum. It was like a fire hose as Johnny let loose a never-ending stream of gooey white cum directly into her mouth. The load completely filled her mouth and she closed to swallow as a second load hit roughly on her cheek and in her eye. She jerked away as the force and the volume of his jizz amazed her. He wasn’t done yet as at least twelve more ropes of cum forced out of his huge cock and into her mouth and all over her face and tits. Even as he was finishing, cum continued to flow like a river from his cock and onto the floor. She took his cock and drank all of it she could before releasing it and letting it thud loudly against his leg as she fell back to the floor in exhaustion, gasping for air. To her surprise, everyone gave her a rousing ovation as if she had just won an award or something. In a way, she felt like she had. She smile and asked where the ladies room was and went to wash up.

Over the next few hours, she sat and drank with the boys and became friends with them all. She would suck off one of them every now and then if they asked, but she let her pussy and ass have the rest of the night off, at least while she was there. She had fulfilled her objective now she thought, and was ready to lead a more normal life again. Her curiosities were met with satisfaction. She just wandered if she could go back to a normal life now. Or at least how normal that life could be. What was normal anyway? Well, she was definitely coming back to this bar next weekend anyway. And she was going home with Johnny tonight. That now seemed very normal to her.

up her glass as the pair chatted. After a while she asked Todd if he could massage her shoulders after her long day. Todd came round and met her request. As he hovered over her, he couldn’t help but sneak a peak down her gown to look at her fantastic breasts, but being the gentleman he was he didn’t try anything.

As Todd went to the kitchen to get more sugar, he took a deep breath. They say men think about sex every six seconds; he was well up on that. Even though he thought Christina had the face of a teen, her body was all woman.

Heading back to the room, Todd stopped in the doorway. “You’re such a good boy. Come and get your treat” said Christina childishly. She was on all fours, completely naked having ditched the gown, presenting her beautiful ass to Todd.

“What about Nick?” said Todd.

“What about him?”

Todd knew the score; running up behind her, he unzipped his fly and unleashed his ten inch boner. Christina smiled at how well endowed he was. Todd smiled even more when he slammed it up her pussy. He looked down on his brown pubes meeting her hole before fucking her hard.

Christina’s ample breasts swayed as he drove his cock up inside her. “OH! That’s it Todd! Do me baby!” said Christina. He needed no encouragement and plunged it in deeper making her scream. Todd now slid into Christina’s soaked pussy with ease as he reached over to grab her tits, making a loud thwack with every thrust against Christina’s beautiful ass.

“Oh shit! Oh god! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!!” Todd obliged. The room built up a musky scent from their lusty lovemaking. Aware of his rising cum, he pulled Christina’s ponytail to go deeper.

The beautiful body he was doing was too much for him and after four more hard thrusts, Todd withdrew his dick before firing an arc of sperm over Christina’s back. The horny couple collapsed on top of each other.

“Phew that was fun! I need a shower!” said Christina (not least because her back was covered in cum). Todd looked on a little dejected.

“Well aren’t you going to join me?” she said. Todd laughed as he stripped and they took to the bathroom.

Once in the shower, Christina turned to Todd and ran her hands over his powerful chest. “That’s quite a six pack you have there” she said as she starting kissing his chest all over. Todd’s cock that had momentarily started to flail, sprang to life again.

“Oh look who’s come to play!” Christina knelt down in front of Todd and licked his cock, before kissing the whole length. Standing up again she pressed her chest against his. Todd looked down on Christina’s huge mammary glands and sucked on her left nipple. Christina held his head against her breasts as he passionately devoured her.

Todd worked his way upwards towards her neck, kissing her tender skin. Picking Christina up by her thighs, he lined his cock up with her pussy. Sliding it in for the second time, Todd pushed her breasts together. TO BE CONTINUED

nt it to. So go out of your way to make her feel comfortable. Communication is very important find out how see feels, and how you could make her comfortable but do not tell her your plans it should be it should come as a surprise to her even if she knows ypu are gonna fuck her till the cows come home. So as you both are sitting down comfortably close to each other, maybe in a sweet embrase, maybe making small talk or maybe in a fiery exchange of saliva, however your contact at that stage, start to divert your focus look towards the sensitive area of her neck. Break of that fiery exchange of saliva. Yes I know this might be your first time and you think you will never hve to oppertunity like this again, but trust me what lies ahead is better. So now there you are staring at her neck, fuck no you are doing it all wrong you ain't bloody dracula put away those teeth. Her neck is a sensitive area and hicci's are for scholars, you want to show her you are fierce yet tender. It is all about tenderness. So start kissing her neck tenderly ever so slowly you move from her chin toward her ears and don't be affraid to linger, she can find it extremely arousing, some skin to skin contact from each others faces during this tender kissing, will also help futher her arousal. Then as you reach her ears your breathing pattern should have changed, to her it should sound as if you are extremely aroused. This will start arousing her she will want to get where you are, she wants you in her pussy she wants to be on that knifes edge of extasy, she wants to have that orgasm. And yeah you want your cock in her just pounding away, but sonny there is more to do, because you want to drive her of the edge you want her to come beg and beg for more. So as you are now breathing heavily near her ears you start knibbling on her ears and yes you feel her becoming more responsive, so with your face or hands lightly caress her face. Now you are ready for the next move the return to origin. Her mouth she will welcome back your mouth to hers with the desire. This technique if implemented with the greatest care can bring your women to have her first orgasm believe you me. Feeding Time: ------------- Now you can move forwards or as you might have it downwards really. Towards those mountains beneath her clothing with those sharp dangerous peaks. Yes you are about to move down to those succilent breasts. While still in the sweet embrace undress her if she isn't already, and allow her to do the same to you.... You don't need undressing totally just above the belt... let's keep it good and clean for now, no below the belt jokes right, right. Now when she is most funerable reach out with your hands go towards the outer reaches. Ever so lightly just stroking the edges of her breasts, there is no rush remember no women is interest in Micheal Schumacher though it might look that way, even if she begs, just keep teasing her senses. Slowly your hands starts to encirle her wonderous breasts moving ever slowly towards her nipple area once you enter the area of the Areola here your fingerz should linger ever playful ever tenderly. Now you start to break up the mouth gorging kissing and then by tenderly kissing you move down her neck and torso until you find the 2 wonders of her body. No this is a tuff decision but you gotta make it right or left, just remember they both want equal amount of attention. I found that by sucking on one like an infant and gropping the other works quite well. But be warned breasts are a sensitive part so be wear of biting down to hard or impaling your nails in her, or extreme suction, don't go there women don't enjoy love bites on their nipples, you might just have to resort to self masterbation again. And brother enjoy your time here and she will enjoy it just as much. The Run-Up: (Two differnet techniques Oyster Eating and Pearl Rolling) - My experience is limited to Pearl Rolling ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now you turn to the yellow pages... what are you planning to do call a plumber... fuck no what I mean is let your fingerZdo the talking/walking. While you are still at the summit of her breasts send one of your hands south for an scouting expidition. Move slowly and cautiously you do not want to make any sudden movements that will distract or alarm her. Let one of your fingers move slowly into the valley, and I can not express how inportant it is for the scout to thoroughly survey the area, every spot should be visited more than once, circular movement is found to be the best way for an effective assesment of the area. As she is cringing below you and arching her back you know there is one last thing to do before you can give your self over to her. You need to exploree the cave of joy, probably the wetest slimist place you would always return to visit. And if it aint slimey then I suggest anal lube but dude this is the last place you would want to go through. The Score: ---------- Now here you are from here on you are on your own untill I feel like writing up something on positions or someone else spares me the gorry details, the pain, the misery and torture and does it on my behalf. I will however make mention of one position I was able to give a women extreme pleasure. She lies on her stomach and you enter her from the top, some what like misionary I think, well see if she can say G-Spot stimulation and we'll talk again. Any case ladies not all men would appreaciate it but there are some out there that does and that is female ejaculation. Now this is a very sensitive thing, first of ladies before you get into bed with your man go to the toilet, you do not want to urinate on the bedsheets and neither in your man's mouth any case this is very brief discussion regarding this. Appearently while having sex women get the urge to urinate, however they can control it quite effectively, and yes it is the same musscles that is used to urinate but how else will she be able to squirt, I think all women shoukd try it once and therefore a visit to the throne room is recommended. Bibligraphy: ------------ Most of these things I stubled upon reading FHM, Men's Health and Cosmopolitan, as well as some online guides. I have put these techniques to the test and come up with these wonderful tips that got me the best ever. If you have any thing to add onto please mail mail me at frodo4fingerz@gmail.com

nd a nicely fitting shirt walks part way to me and explains the situation.  They'd locked themselves out of their car.  She asks me "Do you know anything about this kind of stuff?"  Ofcourse I do not, but I say "A little", cause I'm a guy and thats what we do.  So I walk over and the hotter of the two hotties is trying to break into her car with a hangar.  Oh and also, did I mention they were both at LEAST slightly drunk?  Anyways, this hotter blonde is wearing like tight short spandex shorts with some tight ass pinkish top.  I take a secretive, but appreciative once over of her then proceed to ask what they've tried thus far.  The hotter one says that she tried to get in through the trunk (they had that opened somehow) and push the seat in, cause she knows it folds and that you can do it from the trunk but she cant remember how.  She says "Theres a latch somewhere in here." and proceeds to bend over, legs slightly spread, in the spandex short shorts... even wiggles a bit as she searchs... suffice it to say... I was at half mast... ANYWAYS, I stick my head in there after she extricates herself and I cant see no damn latch or lever or anything.  So I go to her drivers side window and check the molding or whatever to see if I can get the hangar in somewhere without damaging too much.  Meanwhile the hotter blond hops into the trunk and this time is up side down with her legs draped over the side, again I take a moment to admire, then another moment when her friend leans over her to point at something... another nice ass... so anyways I examine the window.  Find a likely spot, get the hangar in then say "I have it in."  they both come out of the trunk and watch me with hopeful faces.  I wiggle the hangar around to the top of the window so its sticking out a bit, I tell one of them to hold it open with their finger.  I take the hangar out, bend it into a hoop, stick it back in, loop it around the handle and give a sharp jerk.  The door opens.  I'm a fucking hero.  Now HERE is where it gets unbelievable.  They both first show their gratitude by thanking me profusely and then hugging me at the same time, so I have my hands full of hot blonde.  I have a noticeable bulge which I am sure the hotter blond notices when she presses up against me for a hug.  We start to pull away (I'm ready to go home, the hugs were enough to satisfy me... which is sad...) and BAM, I was just looking her in the eye as we pull away to say goodbye and good luck and I've suddenly got a tongue in my mouth... and it aint just mine.  I fuckin' go with it.  What else can you do right?  I mean they were obviously at least a little drunk... but I didnt force them or suggest even a hint of anything, so morally I felt okay about it.  So anyways, making out for about 30 seconds,  I have no idea where her friend went and I dont fucking care.  Hands are groping.  She breaks away, pushs me down onto the drivers side seat, gets on her knees... theres a shirt on the pavement... which puzzles me till I see her friend in her bra kneel right down next to her.  What happens next... will probably get me through 2 months of no sex at the least.  I've never gotten head from two women at once, let alone two hotties... suffice it to say... tonight... rocked.  I REALLY needed this, very stressed lately.  And ofcourse as I said before, I'm insecure and all that and I have something to prove so as soon as I got home I came online and wrote this.  Now... everyone please be impressed with me and tell me I'm their idle and the perfect example of the dominant human male.  ^_^  Amen.

. "Hmmmmm...." she finally said. "Appears you haven't had a testicle exam in quite a while."

Coby nearly jumped off the metal table, but she didn't give him a chance. Suddenly she pressed the stethoscope to his chest, intent on hearing his heartbeat. "My goodness, aren't we excited?" she teased. "Your heart is about to pound right out of your chest."

"Somehow I sense that has something to do with your presence, doctor," Coby replied, as Ashlee reached for her tongue depressor to examine Coby's throat.

"Open up and say 'ahhhh'," Ashlee instructed, placing the thin piece of smooth wood on Coby's tongue when he complied.

"Hmmmmm..." she said, as she slid the wooden stick over the surface or his tongue and along his lower lip erotically. "You're very responsive."

As soon as the tongue depressor had left his mouth, Ashlee replaced it with her tongue, exploring the warmth of his mouth very thoroughly. After her mouth had disengaged from his, Coby lay there stunned, asking, "What was that for, doctor?"

"I was only searching for any abnormalities in your mouth cavity," was her answer. "Now to check your reflexes."

When Ashlee's hand slid lower down his body, Coby expected her to meet up with his knee for the usual reflex-test, but he let out a hot gasp when her hands ripped thru the paper gown to grasp his semi-hard cock. "Very good," she sighed. "Your reflexes are working wonderfully. Relax now, while I examine your penis and testicles."

Her gentle caresses made it impossible for Coby to lie so still, especially when her touch left him hard and throbbing. Coby thought he had died and gone to heaven when suddenly her lips closed over his erect cock, taking him all in. "May I ask...." he spoke in a breathless voice as he felt her warm, wet mouth on his cock. "....what you are doing now?"

Ashlee came up for air for a brief second, answering, "I'm testing your sperm-count."

"Ohhhh Fuck!" Coby groaned, as she began to suck and lick deliciously. He arched his ass off the metal table, sending more of his huge, throbbing cock down her throat.

As she tasted him, she caressed his heavy balls sensuously, bringing him quickly to a white-hot, tantalizing orgasm. "My God, Ashlee," he moaned, as she milked his heavy balls. "You're draining me!" She continued to suck on his engorged cock, draining him of every ounce of his sperm.

Finally she came up for air, looking at him. "You're in excellent health," she said with a smile, her lips yet creamy with his semen. "Please turn over now onto your stomach."

Coby gave her questioning a look, almost like he didn't trust her. He stared at her with his greenish-hazel eyes, wondering what she was up to now. After that delicious orgasm she had just given him, he would have done anything for this beautiful woman. He turned over then, presenting her with his masculine backside. He tensed slightly then as he felt one of her soft hands pressing against his firm buttock. "What are you doing now, Doctor Thompson?"

He gasped then as he felt a swift, sharp pain in his left buttock. He looked back to see an ugly-looking needle stabbed deeply into his flesh. "I'm giving you the tetanus injection you are due for," Ashlee explained, slowly withdrawing the needle from his smarting flesh. "We wouldn't want you to come down with lock-jaw, would we? It would spoil our marvelous kissing and make- out sessions, and I cannot live without them."

"Well, in that case, thank you, doctor," Coby spoke with a slight grin. "Will that be all for today?"

"Yes. You can get dressed now."

"Thank God. I was beginning to feel like a pin-cushion."

"Just wait till you get my bill," Ashlee said with a teasing smile as she turned to leave the examining room.

"Wait, Ashlee. We need to talk. Could I meet you in your office for a few minutes?" Coby said, reaching for his discarded clothing in which he had draped over a nearby chair.

"I always have time for you, my love," she agreed with a wink before exiting the room.

>----<

After Coby was properly dressed, he met Ashlee in her office for a discussion. "I don't know if I can sit down," he complained, still feeling the painful sting from the needle in his backside.

"I will allow you to stand," she said from where now sat behind her neat and tidy desk.

"Thank you for the quite thorough examination, Doctor Thompson," Coby said. "You have remarkable expertise as a doctor."

"I'm happy to be of service to you, Mr. Sheer," she replied. "Is there anything else you wish to discuss before my next patient?"

"Quite frankly there is," said Coby, his eyes becoming a dark- forest green. "Jason."

"What about Jason?"

"You're still living with him, Ashlee. You're in his bed every night. He'll be expecting you to have sex with him. The point is, I will not share you with another man. You'll have to tell Jason the truth about you and me or what we have is meaningless," Coby demanded.

"Are you asking me to tell Jason that you and I are lovers once again? Are you asking me to leave him?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I am asking."

"Coby, I must ask for a day or two to confront Jason with this," Ashlee said. "Matters such as this must be handled very delicately."

"I agree. But I do insist that you tell Jason by the end of this week."

"He's not going to handle this very well. I'm afraid he's going to fly off the handle," worried Ashlee. "You don't know how disastrous his temper can be."

"Should I fear for my life?" Coby asked half-jokingly.

"Don't make light of this, Coby. I fear we may have World War III on our hands."

"You should not let this upset you, darling. You should have only happiness in your heart---happiness that you and I are finally back together again."

"You're right, my love. How do you suggest I keep my mind off Jason?"

"I have a few ideas," he said with a sly smile. "Meet me at Pier Nineteen after you leave the hospital, and I'll let you in on them."

Ashlee stood to give him a long passionate kiss with lots of tongue. "I'll be there, baby," she promised, her lips lingering on his. She then left him there in her office, his cock heavy and throbbing again.