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   { ASSM } { Mersereau } New story: "Evelyn" ( mg oral mutual teen 1st )
Story: Evelyn.  Author: Mersereau Subject: Evelyn Keywords: mg oral mutual
teen

   The usual disclaimers: Strictly adult material; all characters are
fictional.  No redistribution without attribution to the above author.



*Evelyn*

   My first sexual experience with a girl took place when I was seventeen.

   At that time Evelyn and my sister Vera were each about twelve years old.
The two of them often played in my parents' attic, which was cluttered with
boxes of old clothing and some worn but still serviceable old furniture.

   Unlike today's young men, I was completely inexperienced with girls. 
I'd done little with the few girls I'd dated aside from kissing and
"necking", the term we used then for mild petting.

   One day Vera informed me her friend had a crush on me.  I was flattered,
as Evelyn was very pretty and until then I'd assumed that boys of her own
age would have already made friends with her, and that she'd have a
boyfriend.  Too, she was shy, a characteristic that has always appealed to
me.

   Knowing she was attracted to me did more than just gratify my ego.  It
generated my lust because, despite her youth, she had a precociously
developed figure.  Moreover, because she was much younger than I, I had few
of the inhibitions toward her that restrained me when I dated girls of my
own age.  The thought of seducing her excited me enormously.

   I indulged in erotic daydreams about her.  Of course these fantasies
progressed to far more than mere kissing: my exploring hands masqueraded as
hugs, allowing me to feel her body through her clothing.  Toward the climax
of my daydreams I ordered her to undress for me.  Once gratified
visually, I explored her voluptuous body with my hands, then my lips and
finally, the rest.

   Since I saw her nearly every day, I thought about her almost
continually. My intentions prompted me to flatter her: I told her how much
I liked her, how attractive I thought she was.

   One day while she and my sister were in the attic, I went up to see
them. They were trying on old clothing, but stopped when I appeared.  Vera
asked what I wanted and I replied that I was interested in what they were
doing.  After a while they became used to my presence.  At my suggestion,
they tried on some of my mother's underclothing, letting me judge them, as
if in a beauty contest.

   They changed behind the chimney, which projected through the center of
the attic, but the sight of an occasional bare limb and my imagination
aroused me.

   I guided the conversation to sex.  My greater knowledge, though limited
and mostly vicarious, was useful.  My sister and Evelyn were fascinated,
asking me many questions.  We talked of kissing, and I pulled Evelyn to me,
demonstrating but feigning nonchalance, as if I had no interest other than
instruction in kissing her and in holding her tightly enough for me to feel
the pressure and warmth of her breasts as I squashed them against my chest.

   She blushed, but she obviously enjoyed it.  After more conversation,
maneuvered by me into the subject of her figure, I asked Evelyn if her
breasts had completely developed.  "I--I think so, Edmond," she stammered,
embarrassed.  "They seem bigger than those of the other girls in my gym
class.  But, Mom isn't sure they've stopped growing; she wants to wait
another month before getting me more bras."

   "Let's see them," I said.

   She shook her head, blushing.

   I insisted.  mocking her reluctance--she was childish to have
inhibitions about allowing a 'boyfriend like me' observe them.  "That would
never embarrass a high school girl," I said; "Not a girl with attractive
ones--like yours must be."

   She hesitated, glancing at Vera.  I prompted, "It will be a real
pleasure for me.  Come on--don't be childish!."

   "Well," she stammered, "You--you won't tell anyone I showed them to you,
will you?"

   "Of course not."

   As Vera and I watched, she unbuttoned her blouse, dropped it onto the
sofa.  She undid a ridiculously undersized brassiere, the cups of which,
the moment its straps loosened, slipped up when her breasts popped out, to
dangle on the slopes above her nipples.

   They were the first girl's breasts I'd seen and immediately my already
stiffening penis became rock-hard.  Fortunately for me, the tightness of my
jeans and the limited illumination from the single overhead attic light
allowed me, I think, to disguise the fact.

   "Let me touch them," I said,.  I ignored her half-hearted protests, put
an arm about her waist, and pulled her close.

   I cupped one, weighed it with my palm.

   "Do your teats always stick out this much?  "

   I grasped a nipple and squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger.

   "N-no," she stammered, blushing.  "It . . . must be the cool air on
them."

   I was enormously aroused and, had Vera not been present, I would have
certainly gratified my urge to grab them, to grip and suck each, until both
were as hard as my organ had become.

   Nothing more occurred then, but the incident had greatly increased my
desire for her.  Perhaps it also increased her crush on me, as she appeared
at our house more than ever, to the extent that she would have Vera come
down to my room to invite me up when I hadn't noticed her arrival.

   I plotted of some way to get her in the attic alone with me.  Finally I
told Vera that the next time the three of us were up there, she should
pretend she had some errand to do for our mother.  I wanted her to leave
Evelyn alone with me.

   "Oh no I won't," she told me.  "I know what you're up to, Edmond.  I'm
not going to start leaving the two of you alone together.  I stay, no
matter what!"

   I argued with her at length until finally, by acceding to her demand,
"Only if you tell me everything that happens.  Promise."

   I was afraid to attempt intercourse with Evelyn, partly because were
were both virgins, but even more because--even though I'd been planning
this for months--I had been afraid to face a pharmacist to request condoms.
I should have known better, but I imagined him questioning me because I was
young and not married.  I even believed he might phone my parents.

   I began by having Evelyn to strip to the waist.  The moment her
brassiere was off, I grasped her breasts.  I ignored her protests and
raised one to my mouth.  I licked and sucked the hardened nipple, then
repeated the action with its partner.  I alternated, and soon both of us
were aroused and trembling..

   "Take off the rest," I demanded.  "I want to see you naked."

   "Oh, Edmond," she cried, and tears were in her eyes.  "If I do that,
what are you going to do to me?  I'm afraid!"

   "Don't be silly," I responded.  "I'm not going to hurt you.  I love
these gorgeous teats, but surely you don't expect me to be satisfied with
just them."

   I was already hard before I watched her undo her skirt and let it fall,
followed by the ropelike loop of her white panties which she rolled and let
slip down her legs to the boarded floor.  But, when she'd stepped out of
the ring of clothing and stood as I wanted her to--her legs apart and her
hands cupped behind her neck--I couldn't bear the constraint, and I
unzipped my fly.

   "Oh, Edmond!," she exclaimed.  "You promised!  Don't do anything to hurt
me, *please*!"

   "I won't," I assured her.  I had to explain (she being ignorant of the
fact that a male's erection is involuntary), that the swelling in my pants
had been beyond my control.

   "Seeing your body caused this.  I couldn't help it."

   "Oh," she said, and perhaps I detected a little smile on her lips.

   I took her in my arms and kissed her.  The awkwardly positioned shaft
between us, pressing her belly, didn't seem to embarrass her.  She
responded with passion, pressing her naked breasts and hips against me.

   "Stand back," I told her, having her regain the posture she'd taken
before.

   I began kissing her, but this time not on her lips.  I began at her
throat, and I worked down, including her breasts and nipples and between;
then down, over her belly and navel.  I knelt, and I buried my face in her
golden muff, stroking it with my cheeks, my nose, and my lips.

   "Spread your legs more.  Let me look at your cunt."

   An "Oh, Edmond!," was the extent of her protest.

   She obeyed me, and I slipped a hand around her hips 'to hold her
steady', deliberately grasping her curvaceous rump.

   I spread her labia with my free hand.  Inadvertently, in my exploration,
I pushed up the hood of her clit.  She emitted a gasp, and a slight moan.
The pink organ was hard and swollen but I didn't know what it was. 
Nevertheless, I hoped it was sensitive; so I grasped it between my thumb
and forefinger.

   Evelyn began to moan almost continuously.

   I smiled up at her; when I caught her eye, I extended my tongue.  "Would
you like me to use this?," I asked.

   "Don't say that!," she exclaimed.  "That's awful!"

   Some of my high school acquaintances talked of how much girls enjoyed
it, but until that moment in the attic with Evelyn, the thought of putting
my mouth to a cunt had been repugnant.  Looking up at her though, I was so
aroused that I felt giddy, and I was fully prepared to do it.

   Her partly open labia (her inner pink lips being visible and glistening)
were swollen and her cunt was fragrant with a strange, musty odor. 
Eventually, of course, these properties made them irresistably attractive.
But not that first time.

   I put my arms about her hips and I held her by her buttocks.  I pressed
my face into her glossy muff.  My lips pushed between her furry outer
labia, touched the soft and hairless inner ones and became suddenly wet.

   I put out my tongue..  Her flesh felt velvety soft.  The odor was
powerful.  Glutinous liquid trickled into my open lips to the back of my
mouth.  I felt strange: repelled but at the same time excited by it.  My
mouth couldn't contain all the liquid and, despite a gag that I was unable
to suppress, I gulped it down.

   I moved upward, searching for the junction of her labia.  I found the
protuberance, pushed up the hood with my tongue, and attacked the swollen
organ.  I licked it in long sweeping strokes, as rapidly as I could.

   Evelyn, who had been uttering soft moans, suddenly emitted a shriek, and
she began shaking.  I was glad that Vera was the only other occupant of our
house.

   The erect knob was alive.  Violent spasms kneaded my tongue.  Evelyn
forced the throbbing organ deeper between my teeth.  For fear of injuring
her, I had to use my lips as a buffer between her organs and my teeth.  Her
genitals pressed my lips until they hurt.

   The revelation that she could have an orgasm thrilled me.  My initial
reluctance to take her genitals in my mouth had diminished.  I licked the
knob, and sucked it with pursed lips until, to my surprise and delight, she
had another paroxysm.

   Then, mysteriously, few moments later, I could no longer find her clit.

   Afterwards, despite my promise to Vera, who had heard Evelyn's cry, I
was too ashamed to tell her everything that had occurred in the attic.

   Evelyn and I began to meet surreptitiously.  Without my sister to
inhibit me, I demanded acts of Evelyn that I'd have been reluctant to
suggest had Vera been present.

   It wasn't long before Evelyn grew habituated to my fancies and sometimes
she anticipated my desires and would satisfy them without a word from me.

   I was so naive then that Evelyn's being aroused while performing for me
was inexplicable to me.  At that time I didn't believe that what I had her
do could be as exciting for her as for me.  I thought that, perhaps,
pleasing me sufficed to arouse her.

   As I think about it now, I suppose that was merely a part of the reason why
Evelyn derived enjoyment from the things I had her do.  Knowing girls and
women a bit better now, I imagine that she as much as I, simply enjoyed
performing an act that was "perverted".

   We arrived at a routine of sorts.  When we climbed the stairs together,
often the mobility of her blouse would reveal that she'd omitted her
brassiere.  Whenever she did that, she also omitted her panties; so the
knowledge of her nakedness under her blouse and skirt invariably completed
my erection by the time we reached the attic.  Once we were there, she took
the rest of her clothing off.

   I usually reclined on the sofa, resting my arms on its back.  Evelyn
tossed her clothing either onto the sofa beside me or onto the chest of
clothing behind her.  Then, naked, she knelt between my spread legs.  She
opened my fly and exposed my penis.  With fingers encircling it below the
swollen head and, supporting herself by a hand gripping my leg, she would
pump my cock, up and down.

    Initially, I liked her to simply arouse me, making my cock steel-hard.
Then she increased her tempo.

   When I was to the point where I indicated I wanted an orgasm, or when
fatigue affected her arm, she satisfied me.  Then she pumped her forearm
and hand like a piston, her enclosing fingers fistlike, moving her arm and
hand in the way one bangs on a door demanding it be opened.  Then, except for her
spread knees, she was unsupported, for she used her other hand to
enclose my balls and stab them with her nails.

   The sensations were so pleasant, that often I closed my eyes to
concentrate on them, to follow the thrills as they increased until my
climax.

   As often though, I kept my eyes open.  The violent motion of
her right arm always caused her breasts to bob, moving opposite in
direction to the motion of her arm.  I loved to watch them.  Sometimes I
grabbed and held her nipples while the lower slopes of her hills jiggled
like gelatin freshly unmolded.

   When Evelyn sensed I was close to an orgasm, she grabbed one of the the
towels which we always brought, and held it to receive the spurts.  That
was then necessary because, at seventeen, my ejaculations could easiy
traverse six feet.  Now that I do laundry myself, it makes me wonder if my
mother ever thought to smell, what must have been a peculiarly large number
of towels in the basement hamper, before she tossed them in the washer.

    I liked to underplay the degree of my excitement, and I would watch
without touching her, wanting to deceive her into underestimating how
aroused I was.

   My lying inert--initially--duped her into thinking she hadn't pleased me
enough.  Then, while she was compensating for her laxity and not expecting
it, I would ejaculate.

   The first time that happened, she was looking down at my cock, pumping
rapidly with her right hand, and using her left to twist my balls.  Amidst
a downward motion of her hand, my penis fired, and a streak of semen
spattered the bridge of her nose.  Unable to see, she took the rest in her
face.

   Later, she learned to jerk aside.  However, my deliberate passivity
still sometimes deceived her.  When I allowed my mounting excitement to
show, and she reached for the towel, sometimes I brushed aside her reaching
arm or, if she already had it, I jerked it from her hands.

   Standing, and aiming my organ like a weapon, I wet her breasts with the
first two spurts.  Then, holding her hair with my other hand, I'd squirt
the rest in her face.

   Vera discovered we were seeing each other in her absence.  Enviously or
malignantly--for whatever reason--she told me that she'd inform our parents
of my actions with Evelyn if she didn't get to be in the attic whenever
Evelyn and I were there.

   I couldn't imagine Evelyn continuing to do what I wanted, if my sister
were present..  Yet I was afraid if I refused Vera's demand, she might
peevishly tell my parents about my actions.

   It was several days before I conceived the perfect solution to my
dilemma.  But my procrastination in the interim caused Evelyn to complain
that I was losing my interest in her, and her tears caused me as much
worry--her parents might suspect something amiss--as my concern that Vera
would squeal on me.

   I thought that, if she were agreeable to try it, Vera could hide herself
in a large chest that my parents had in the attic, so that Evelyn would
think the two of us were alone.  The idea of having a witness while Evelyn
performed as my sex slave excited me.  I was a little worried that Vera
wouldn't agree to this arrangement but, surprisingly, she agreed with some
alacrity to the idea.

   We transferred the clothing from the chest into boxes, replacing it with
two pillows.  Vera found she was able to comfortably lie on the pillows
and, by means of a slit produced by a thin book under the lid, could
observe everything that occurred on the sofa.

   However,in the event, things weren't quite that easy.

    The first time Vera hid in the chest, I wasn't stimulated in the way I had been
when I daydreamed about it.

   Evelyn undressed herself while I stood beside the chest, a bit worried
about the opening and the book.  Then, as she often did, she undressed me
as well.

   I felt inhibited.  For the first time, when Evelyn pulled down my pants,
she found a flaccid cock.  She knew that something was holding me back but
in response to her tears I denied that my feelings had changed toward her;
I told her I loved her as much as ever.

    Striving for an excuse, I added, "I was worried that my mom and dad
might suspect something.  Then I got worried about you.  You were crying so
much . . ."

   "Oh, well . . .," she said.  "If that's all!  I *was* crying a lot,
wasn't I.  You're sure that's all that's bothering you Edmond?"

   With Vera watching and listening, I didn't have the courage to ask her
to do some of the acts I'd had her perform when the two of us were alone. I
was ashamed to have Vera realize that what Evelyn was doing was my idea.

    Fortunately, and to my relief, Evelyn's actions after my 'explanation'
were all I could have hoped for.  Without my having to ask she took the
initiative and even, for some reason, became aggressive--more so than
she ever had before.

   I should mention that our trysts in the attic usually lasted two hours,
sometimes three.  It depended on how long my mother expected to remain each
afternoon at her job as a nurse in the hospital pediatric ward.  Because of
the lengthy time between when school let out--elementary for Evelyn and
Vera, high school for me--and when my mother expected to be home, either
around six or seven, with Dad never getting home before seven, Evelyn and I
would have from slightly before four o'clock until six or seven to enjoy
ourselves.

   That first day, while Vera was concealed in the chest, Evelyn
masturbated me.  She was surprised, though, when I allowed her to use the
towel.

   She didn't say anything but, a little later, after I'd rested, I was
playing with her breasts and had gotten hard again.

   She promptly knelt between my legs and took my cock in her hands.  This
time, when she realized I was about to come, she didn't reach for the towel. . 
Instead, still pumping, she held my prick directly before her face and even
bent forward, so it couldn't miss.

   She cried, "*This* is what you want, isn't it!?"

   It spurted, and Evelyn, her eyes closed, moved the head about so that,
by the time my orgasm was over, her face dripped semen.  I had to put the
towel in her groping hands.

   After a while, Vera's presence did stimulate me.  

   My demands became more elaborate.  I taught Evelyn to utter lascivious
phrases while she masturbated me: Oddly, she seemed to dislike saying them
even more than taking my semen in her face.  Nevertheless I continued to
insist, until she acquiesced.

   "I love your prick, Edmond: it's so warm and hard!" was the first phrase
I liked her to say, especially when my sister was eavesdropping.

   I wanted her to fellate me.  At that age, despite the bragging of older
boys--who I was certain were inventing tales, I believed that no girl would
willingly perform the act.  True, I imagined a criminal inducing a girl to
do it through threats, but I was certain that no girl would take a penis in
her mouth voluntarily.

   It was some time before I acquired the courage to tell her I wanted her
to gratify me in that way.  She considered oral-genital contact shameful,
even though several times I'd knelt and performed cunnilingus on her,
without her protesting enough to stop me.

   Her resistance didn't discourage me.

   On the contrary, some of my pleasure came from embarrassing her; I
enjoyed raising the issue.  I thought that would oblige her to think about
it and perhaps she would grow less reluctant from habitually imagining it.

    I taught her slang terms for oral sex and the more uttering them
embarrassed her the more I liked her to say them.

   She was familiar with the slang term "cock" for the penis, but not
"prick".

   She blushed when I wanted her to say "suck-off", immediately guessing
the meaning of the term.  I liked her to use it, with "cock-sucking" a
close second.  She learned others as well, including: "blow job", "giving
head", and "going down".

   It also took a while for me to persuade her to masturbate herself while
I watched.  When I wanted her to, instead of immediately stripping off all
of her clothes, she slowly disrobed for me; then used her hands on herself.

   Once naked, with her bare feet apart on the unpainted floor before me,
she held her vulva open using the fingers of one hand, with her
middle finger pulling up the hood of her clitoris.  She masturbated with
her other hand, probed her vagina with one, two, three fingers, then with
two long (wiggling) fingers, slowly crept up the sides of her clitoris to
its crest.

   When I sensed she was close to coming, I reached out and gripped her
clit.  The first time I did that, it brought on her climax, and she cried
out, her entire body shaking.  That time, embarrassed by her orgasm, she
covered her face with her hands.  Later, she became less shy and began to
derive considerable pleasure from masturbating while I watched.

   One phrase she was reluctant to say but which I was pleased to hear her
finally cry one afternoon (right before her orgasm, when she thrust her
hips at me, exposing her clit), was "Suck it!  suck my cunt!"

   At the end of that summer, I prepared to leave for college.  As there
was little time for us to continue to enjoy our attic liaisons, I was
determined to have her fellate me.

   Evelyn, of course, was aware of my desire: My insistence brought tears
to her eyes, but perhaps only in part because of the act itself.  It was as
much by the way I wanted her to do it.  Not on the sofa with me.  I wanted
her to kneel, naked, on a cushion on the attic floor, while I stood, my
hands gripping her head to maximize my pleasure.

   Her pleas and tears "not to ask that" stimulated me.  I pointed out that
I'd be away for months, and it would be only right for her to do a thing
that I would enjoy so much.  As a "going-away present".

   The eve of the day I was to leave came, and I could no longer take 'no'
for an answer..  When she was naked and standing with her long legs apart,
I fondled her genitals, but very lightly.  I wanted her as aroused as
possible.

   At my request she spread her labia..  Ordering her to keep her vulva
thus exposed, I had her thrust her hips forward.  Dipping my fingertips in
her swollen labia, I coated her nipples until they dripped; then I stroked,
squeezed, and flicked them with my equally lubricated fingers.

   Kneeling, I gripped her buttocks and, with just the tip of my tongue I
felt her clit, doing little more than touching it enough to satisfy myself
that it was swollen and hard.

   ."That's enough," I said.  "Now *you* please *me*."

   "But, Edmond!," she protested, "I haven't come!"

   "You'll have to wait." I stood up, and I undressed.  "Now you satisfy
me."

   "But," she stammered; "You alway let me come--at least once--when you
play with me.  What's different now?"

   "This is our last night together before I leave for school.  You know
what I want."

   "Oh, that," she said.

   "Yes."

   Now as naked as she, I placed a cushion from the sofa beside the chest
in which my sister was hiding.  I stood parallel to it with the cushion
before me so Vera would have an unobstructed view.

   "Kneel down," I told her.

   I saw tears in her eyes.  "Do you really want me to do that?"

   I was so excited I could hardly keep my voice steady, but I repeated,
"Do as I told you--kneel!"

   Trembling, she complied.

   I held my erect penis, which felt as hard as steel, before her face.

   To keep her balance, Evelyn had to lean slightly forward, which caused
her breasts to thrust out.  They were so close to me that with a mere
flexing of my legs I could brush her nipples.

   Suddenly I felt a stab of apprehension: Evelyn's head was near the
opening in the chest.  If she glanced to the side, she might see Vera. 
Fortunately however, I suppose the chest was the last thing on Evelyn's
mind, and she never looked to the side.

   "Tell me what you're going to do," I said.

   "Oh, Edmond!," she exclaimed, looking up at me, "It embarrasses me to
say those things!"

   "But this time you're really going to *do* what you say," I answered. 
"Aren't you!"

   She nodded, tears wetting her cheeks.

   "Now, don't whisper.  Sometimes I can hardly hear you."

   She hesitated, I thought to protest again, but only to take a deep
breath.  Blushing, she stammered, "I'm going to take your p-prick
in my mouth."

   Looking down at her naked form with those delectable outthrust breasts,
I was really turned on.

   "Mmm!," I replied; "I'll *enjoy* that!"

   I gripped the nape of her neck with one hand.  I held my excited and
dripping prick pointed at her face.

   "Open those pretty lips."

   She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.  I carefully inserted the pink
head between her parted teeth.  I felt the softness of her tongue, and I
pushed until the whole head was in her mouth.

   It felt wonderfully warm.  I paused to gaze down, gratified by the sight
of her lips about my prick.

    I pushed, wanting the entire shaft in her mouth.  I felt the head
encounter some barrier that seemed to grip its tip, tightly holding it. 
About half the length of my organ still protruded from her encircling lips.

    I gripped her head and worked my hips, pushing my prick with short,
energetic thrusts down against the back of her tongue.  The
head inched forward and the exposed base of my shaft moved in tiny
increments further into her mouth.

   When about two inches of the shaft still protruded from her lips, the
barrier suddenly gave way, and the rest of my shaft went in her
mouth.

   Evelyn gagged, and intense thrills shot from my penis through my groin.
She gagged again and again.  I'd never experienced such intense pleasure.
Just as the thrills from one contraction of her throat began to ebb,
another spasm produced another wave of them.

   I held her head, determined to keep my organ in its heavenly abode.

   I looked down.  Evelyn's nose and lips were squashed against my pubis
and in my pubic hair.

   The thrills led me inexorably toward an orgasm..  There was no necessity
of the slightest movement on my part.  The warmth of her mouth and the
motions of her throat were sufficient.

   My penis jerked, and I visualized a long streak of semen squirting down
her throat.  Her gags and the spurts of my penis seemed to alternate; my
ejaculation lasted surprisingly long, but finally my own spasms subsided,
and hers became suddenly unbearable on my sated organ.

   I shuddered, and I withdrew my softening member from her mouth.  Evelyn
emitted an "aah!," of relief.  She fell back from what must have been an
uncomfortable position, to rest on her calves and heels.  "Oh my jaws!,"
she exclaimed.  "It was hard to keep them open--I was afraid I'd hurt you
if it went on a minute more."

   I staggered to the sofa and collapsed on it.

   * * *

   Although this is about Evelyn and me, not about my freshman college
year, I should mention something of the latter.

   I, as well as the other freshmen, was obliged to live in a dormitory,
with a roommate (in those days it was mandatory for the roommate to be of
the same sex).  Earl, was several years older than most freshman, having
spent three years in the navy between high school and college.  Earl had
little difficulty finding college women to bed, and he bragged about it at
length to anyone who would listen.  I envied him his success, even though
the girls he dated were not the type who appealed to me except on a
physical basis.  I have no doubt, however, had any of them shown an
interest in me, I would have reciprocated.

   My sexual outlets for my entire freshman year in college were almost
nonexistant.  One reason was that the male to female ratio was high, more
than two to one.  The college girls, even less-attractive ones, had easy
pickings of the men.

   Second, I was an immature freshman, and most of the college girls
preferred older college men.

   Third, and the worst problem for me, was the presence of a roommate. 
Jerking off was only practical when Earl was out on a date.  That seems to
be hardly much of a handicap, yet for me it was.

   At that age, I needed to masturbate several times each day; at home I
sometimes ejaculated five or six times in a twenty-four hour period. 
Consequently, the first semester was sexually a very frustrating one for
me.

   The reader will understand why, when I left college for home over the
Thanksgiving recess, I was eager to see Evelyn as soon as possible..

   A problem became immediately apparent when I arrived.  Both of my
parents had taken time off from work.  I had Vera convey my interest in
meeting Evelyn elsewhere than at my home, but Vera told me that Evelyn
wasn't able to meet me anywhere else.  I got no more information from Vera
about Evelyn although I felt Vera knew more than she was telling me.

   Meeting Evelyn in the attic turned out to be feasible only several days
later, on Sunday morning, when my parents went to church.  Vera, although
peeved at having to go with them, could hardly get out of it with the
excuse I'd invented, a nauseous stomach.

   I awaited Evelyn with anticipation (read, horniness) and apprehension. I
was ashamed of my actions the last time we'd been together and, driving
back from college, a little worry had festered about what her attitude
toward me might be.  Her "inability" to meet me even somewhere where I
could pick her up with my car reinforced the latter uneasiness.

   When she appeared, though, we hugged, and I kissed her.  She was wearing
no brassiere and I briefly wondered how she'd gotten out of her house
without her parents' noticing.  But the weather had been cool: she'd
probably worn a jacket and perhaps left it downstairs.  I quickly began
unbuttoning her blouse, and she laughed.  "*I'm* supposed to do that,
Edmond!," she exclaimed.

   Her hands went immediately to my pants and undid my fly.  I was both
pleased and relieved; my previous apprehensions gone.  When we were naked,
I expected her to masturbate herself for me as she had in the past,
followed by pleasing me, perhaps by jerking me off.  Secretly, I even had
the hope she might again fellate me even though there was no reason to
expect such an improbability.

   The sequel was completely unexpected.  As I was kissing her breasts,
enjoying her hand on my cock, she whispered, "I want to do something. 
Would you lie on the sofa for me?"

   "Sure," I responded, a bit mystified..

   The closest that Evelyn had ever previously come to introducing any
novelty into our sexual activities had been when she began to anticipate my
desires.  This was totally new.

   "Lie this way," she said: she had me lie lengthwise on my back with my
head on a cushion.  It necessitated dangling my legs over an arm.

   She climbed on top of me and straddled my head.  "Would you suck my
cunt?," she asked.

   Without waiting for me to answer, she crouched, and she pressed her
vulva onto my face.  Although surprised, I had no difficulty finding her
clit, which was already erect, and I enclicled it with my lips.

   "That's *good!*," she told me.

   A moment later, she had my cock in her mouth..

   She wasted no time.  My involuntary abstinence from sexual outlet soon
had its effect.  I wanted to prolong the pleasure imparted by her mouth,
but my attempts to do so were futile.  It was hardly more than a minute
before I ejaculated.

   I enthusiastically licked her clit throughout my orgasm.  I was pleased
to feel, between my pursed lips even before my spasms had subsided, her
knob commence its own violent pulsations.

   I heard sounds from her, hard to decipher since her thighs were
squeezing my head and partially covering my ears.

   She responded to my query of concern with, "I'm laughing, silly!"

   "Why?," I asked.

   "You came so *fast!*"

   "You could have taken your mouth off," I said.

   "Oh, no." She paused; then said, "Would you mind . . .  sucking me some
more?"

   I began to stroke her clit again.  It had never really gotten soft,
despite her orgasm, unlike my cock.

   She soon began to moan again, and I hardened again.  This time I lasted
for ten or fifteen minutes--through several of Evelyn's climaxes--before I
again ejaculated.  She again gulped down my semen and this time she held my
cock in her mouth until it had become totally soft.

   Afterwards, we lay on the couch on our sides, each of our heads at the
other's genitals, idly fondling each other.

   "Edmond?"

   "What?"

   "Are you wondering why I did that?"

   "Well, yes.  You did surprise me."

   "I have to tell you something.  It's difficult.  I wanted to please you
first."

   "I'm very pleased.  What did you want to tell me?"

   "I . . . I have another boyfriend.  But, I still love you.  It's just
that you were away so long.  And, I wasn't even certain that you'd come
back for Thanksgiving."

   I felt some jealousy.  But, after what had occurred, I was too sated and
pleased to think about the future..

   "Who's the boy?"

   "Jerry Higgins.  He's a sophomore, but he's in my study hall, so I see
him every day."

   "Where do you see him aside from school?"

   "His car.  He's old enough to drive.  Sometimes we go to the park and
find a spot away from other people."

   "Do you have sex with him?"   It was the question I wanted to ask right
from the beginning.

   "Yes.  Do you mind too much?" She kissed my cock and, despite my bit of
jealousy, I began to stiffen again.  I moved my head closer to her muff and
worked my tongue between her labia, but in my position could barely reach
her clit.

   "I guess you don't mind *too* much!"

   "I'm more curious than annoyed."

   "Curious?"

   "What kind of sex? . . . Do you fuck?"

   "Oh, no.  I'm afraid I'll get pregnant.  Mostly I suck him off.  We
sixty-nine when I can get out after dark."

   "Before I left for college, you were *so* afraid to suck my cock."

   "I know.  I was silly.  But it scared me."

   "It sure didn't this morning.  You didn't even seem to mind my coming in
your mouth."

   "It's not messy that way.  You used to come in my face.  Sometimes I had
to wash my hair when I got home."

   "I can't believe you suck him off because it isn't *messy*!," I
exclaimed.  I felt a bit shocked that she would prefer him to ejaculate in
her mouth for such a reason.

   "That isn't the only reason.  After our last time here, I kept trying to
recall what it had been like when you came in my mouth.  And what the taste
had been like.  It was hard to remember.  But thinking about it excited
me."

   "So you sucked off Jerry Higgins."

   "Well . . . not right away."

   "Then, when?"

   She asked me why I wanted to hear the details about her sexual
experiences with the Higgins boy, but in the middle of asking she stopped.

   "I can see why you want to know--it turns you on!"

   "So?  I still want to know.  When?"

   "We were in his car, after dark, parked in front of my
house. I didn't want to go in, and he didn't want me to.   I had my bra and
panties off.  His pants were down, and I had his cock in my hand.  I'd been
thinking about it and well, I don't know why--I just took it in my mouth. I
suppose you think I'm bad--I don't know why I did it except that I wanted
to."

   "Did he like it?"

   "I'll say!"

   "What else do you do?  Jerk him off?"

   She was silent for some time.  Then, she said, "I really don't
understand why you like to hear all this!"

   "Do you jerk him off?  What *else* do you do?"

   "I used to jerk him off.  Now, we sixty-nine--if we can find somewhere
to do it.  Often we can't, because it's too light out.  Jerry keeps a
blanket in the trunk of his car, and if it's nighttime, we take it to a
golf course.  I wish we could do it more."

   "So all you do is suck him off.  And have him come in your mouth.  Even
if you sixty-nine him, you're blowing him."

   She didn't say anything to that.

   "Doesn't it bother you--having him come in your mouth?"

   "Oh, no.  Actually,  sometimes . . . oh, you'll think I'm bad!"

   "No I won't.  Sometimes, *what*?"

  "Well . . . even if we can't sixty-nine, and all I can do is suck him while he finger-fucks me . . . sometimes he doesn't even have to touch my clit.  The minute he comes in my mouth and I start drinking, it gives me a little orgasm."

   * * *

   I returned to college.

   When I arrived home for Christmas, Vera informed me that Evelyn's father
had been transferred to a position in another state, and that they had
moved.

   I was devastated.  But the reader should not feel too sympathetic toward
me.

   The reason I felt so anguished was not because I missed her so much.

   It was because I felt cheated.  I'd expended considerable effort in
persuading Evelyn to fellate me.

   The beneficiary of all my efforts had not been me, but Jerry Higgins.  I
don't know how many nights thereafter that I lay awake, imagining it: the
Higgins boy picking up Evelyn each day after school, taking her to
somewhere secluded.  There, kneeling and probably naked, she would bestow
on him blowjobs that should rightfully have been mine.

   I never saw her again.



   18


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