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Subject: {ASSM} My First Time - By Paris Waterman, Revised 2003 Basically, mF
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I'm sitting at my PC and having already cracked my knuckles and taken
a bite out of a chocolate chip cookie wondering how to begin this
story. What I mean is, well everybody has a 'first time' and each and
every one is unique in a way. Like you know, you've never actually
DONE it before and there's a lot of anticipation about IT and all.
What makes mine different enough to make it better than yours?
Nothing---it really isn't different at all.

But the lead in sure is and the sex that follows isn't all that
uninteresting either. Beside I had to go to a lot of trouble to put
this in its proper perspective. These stories take a lot of effort you
know. Since most of them involve my own limited sexual experiences I
don't have all that much reference material. Dredging memories for
material is almost traumatic. What I've found helpful is staying up
until around two in the morning, making myself a large scotch on the
rocks and listening to singers like Johnny Hartman, Sinatra, (The
Capital Years) Peggy Lee, (anything) and maybe some K. D. Lang. All
this serves to evoke a certain mood, and halfway through the second
scotch I get kinda drowsy and slip into a state from which a line in a
given song triggers a memory that I nurture along until I have the
beginnings of a story line. If I play with myself, (don't you?) the
memories become sharper and sharper, until....

So I finish the scotch, clean myself up and turn off the stereo,
although not necessarily in that order and head for the PC to jot down
what I call the jism stream of consciousness.
 
The next day or two the plot is refined, the lines reworked. Then I
drop it for a while moving on to work on another story. There are
times when I have three or four stories going at various stages of
progress. I don't have a proofreader. I mean, I'd like one, but
haven't had one come along, you know? So every time I get back into
working the story I make major changes, which of course makes
finishing the story a longer process. But, "My First Time?" Come on ...
how hard could that be? Everyone remembers his or her first time. But
all the details? It took forever to finish this one. I hope you enjoy
it.

MY FIRST TIME
By Paris Waterman
Copyright 2002-2003

Here's the deal -- I was a 130-pound sophomore in high school, worried
about acne, happy as hell to be a member of the state champion's
baseball team; but like anyone just turned sixteen, in desperate need
of cash. Cash of course, meant I could ask a girl out on a date, or
save for the CAR I'd need next year. Cash---it moves the world and I
was ready to help shove it along.

Which is why, when my best friend Foxie told me they were hiring at
the local A&P I hustled my butt down there to fill out my first job
application. The Assistant Manager, a tall, thin wiry Italian named
Dominic, greeted me warmly and escorted me to the rear of the store,
sat me down and handed me several forms to fill out. I was in the
middle of this paperwork when Foxie burst into the room.

"Have you got to the math test yet?" he babbled. "I know you're not to
strong in the math department. I can help with the problems. Hey, I
got a 98 in Geometry."  (I should point out the Foxie is exactly one
year older than I. He HAS transportation. And I'm usually sitting
beside him when he cruises for chicks. So far we haven't been very
successful.)

"No, not yet Foxie," I said. 

"Gimme that page, I'll do 'em for yuh. I did these problems last week
and got 'em all right. I really want yuh working with me," he said,
throwing his head back and laughed like a maniac.

Handing him the page he wanted I continued with the problem solving
section. Actually the test was easy, and with his assistance, we
finished it quickly. Foxie managed to vanish moments before Dominic
returned to collect my answers and other personal information. And the
next day I was working in the produce section, learning the
fundamentals of loading and unloading produce trucks. (Lift, carry,
place on conveyor, run upstairs, lift off conveyor, carry them again
and stack for future use.)

As the next few weeks passed, I settled in and began to enjoy the hard
work and people it brought me into contact with. Boom-Boom, Black
Bart, Alex, and of course Dominic and Foxie, not to mention several
other high school classmates and one or two other guys I'd met on the
ball field. Everything was fine that is until Foxie got word through
the grapevine of a certain contest to be held in the privacy of the
meat-cutters workstation.

"What?" I said, not believing what I'd heard.

Foxie was only too glad to repeat himself. "Yeah, like I said, it's a
cock-measuring contest. And hey, hey, I know you're hung, so like I
entered your name."

"You entered my name," I managed to gasp. I was in shock.

"Hey, hey, yeah I did, ain't that great?" He said before sharing his
manic laugh with me for the millionth time. "Of course mine is only
average. I got no business in a contest like that," he said. "And come
on Frank, you're new, and you'll make a big impression."

"A cock-measuring contest?" I sputtered. "I'm not going to do it. No
way! Foxie you're nuts! I just won't come in that day. When is this ...
this contest?"

Foxie laughed that maniacal laugh of his again and said, "In an hour,
so yuh better get pumped up. Ah, don't worry, it's just the guys."

Well, that was a lie. An hour later I was hustled into the back room
with the butchers and 'other' spectators, of whom there were quite a
few and I was embarrassed to find they were mostly women. Some of whom
I recognized as packers and checkers, but the rest were customers and
friends of the other women.

I was wondering, how in the hell they all know about this when Foxie
put his arm around my shoulder, reminiscent of Burgess Meredith,
"Rocky's" impish trainer.

"Don't worry, you're a cinch to win," he spouted. "I've seen yuh and
yuh got 'em all beat."

I'd heard his sales pitch quite a few times in the past, so I thought
to ask, "Have you seen them too?"

"Well, not exactly," he admitted.

"Not exactly? What the hell does that mean?" I wrested myself away
from him, intending to bolt for the door, but Boom-Boom stood in my
path. Perhaps this is a good time to mention how Boom-Boom got his
somber nickname. It seems for two years running, he'd knocked his
first three opponents out early in the first round at New York City's
annual Golden Gloves. But his buddies always took him out to celebrate
and got him drunk just before he was to meet his fourth and final
opponent and he was stopped each time. He was also known to have
punched out a belligerent customer or two while working the register
up front.

Boom-Boom smiled knowingly at me and made a motion with his head
indicating that I get back to where I'd been moments before. My
defiance sagged and I turned back and saw the first competition lining
up. Alex versus Dominic, yes, even the Assistant Manager was in on
this. They had already removed their pants, and sporting respectable
erections, placed them on the butcher block. Oh, let me tell you,
thoughts of castration raced through my mind; after all, this WAS the
appropriate place for it.

The butcher block was constructed of inch-wide strips of different
colored wood, i.e. the measuring device. (These days I smile when I
hear a woman oooing and ahhing over butcher block counter tops and how
much they'd love to have one.) But before I could watch anymore, I
found myself in the grip of an older woman, perhaps in her
mid-forties, pulling me to one side and then whispering in my ear.

"We've got to get you ready for your turn. Ya want to make a good
impression don't cha?"

Sullenly I replied, "I guess."

"You guess? Don't cha know there's a lot of money riding on you?"

"What?"

"Sure. They're betting on who's got the longest, or the shortest, or
the fattest."

"Oh my God," I stammered, in shock and embarrassment.

"Sonia," she called and a short, cute brunette sauntered over to us.

"Get him up for it, will ya?"

What next I wondered?

"Okay," said Sonia, a girl I'd never seen before and would never see
again. I stood there transfixed and received a lovely smile from her
as she unbuckled my belt. My pants dropped forming a pool around my
feet.

"I won you in the lottery, honey," she cooed as she eased my underwear
down around my ankles.

Whoa, another shock. Won me? I went cold. Oh this is ridiculous, I
thought.

I was anything but up for it until the moment Sonia took my limp dick
in her fingers and began to knead it. Naturally I responded -- I was
sixteen and almost perpetually erect. I glanced around the room and
saw the unimaginable.

One sultry looking blonde had her leg up on a chair so that her bush
was visible to the contestants. I had never seen a woman's bush
before. (Yeah, yeah, I'd played doctor and even humped a few girls in
elementary school, but they didn't have anything more than a
light-fuzz.) Then I noticed Tony, a checker, over in the corner, dry
humping one of the female checkers from behind, his hands were busy
roaming over her belly and breasts. To this day I can't recall her
name, but it was enough to overcome my fear and I found I was no
longer concerned about sporting an erection in public. Sonia took care
of the rest. I felt her rhythmic contractions as she closed her mouth
tightly around my cock. Closing my eyes, I placed my hands on top of
her head. It wasn't going to take long, not at all. Just as it was
getting better than good I was pulled away. To this day I can still
feel and hear the sound of my dick popping from her mouth; and
visualize the long, thin string of saliva stretching from Sonia's
tongue to my dick.

I was spun around to find myself at waist level to the butcher block.
On the other side my opponent was peeling off his shirt. Black Bart,
one of the meanest guys I'd ever met. The room filled with shouts and
cheers, mostly for him, but surprisingly I heard my name being called
out as well. Was that Foxie? Later I was told he bet against me!)
Someone pushed a brick against my foot and told me to stand on it.
This raised me to the proper height for the competition.

Ronald, a meat-cutter who turned out to be fronting the contest,
gruffly ordered us to "Put your meat on the table."

As I leaned forward to comply, the bustling room suddenly came to a
hushed quiet.

"Gentlemen, please nudge yourself as close to the block as possible
every millimeter counts," Ronald said slowly and distinctly.

I did, but made the mistake of sneaking a look at Black Bart. Had I
not had a massive erection, I'd probably have peed all over! He was
gigantic! I thought his snake-like cock was going to slither across
the block and attack me! No contest, I told myself. He had muscles
where it's not fair to have muscles and now this! I'd never thought
anyone could possess a dick that long --- why I'd seen horses smaller
than him!

Glancing away I saw Tony with his hand inside the checkers blouse,
fondling her tit and she was squeezing his cock although it was inside
his pants. Sonja blew me a kiss and I got dizzy with fear. Someone
stabilized me and I managed to avoid fainting by looking straight down
at my own dick.

The ladies set about measuring the two of us. I was recovering nicely
by studying the sultry blonde's bush when I heard Monica the chunky
dairy maid announce that I was nine and one quarter inches long. She
managed to brush her hand up and down my shaft as she took her
measurements. I didn't mind at all. The crowd noise seemed to grow
louder, like that of a prizefight. For a second I wondered just who
was running the store, everyone except the manager seemed to be
crammed into the meat department.
I gazed across the block and watched as a young woman I didn't know
took Bart's sword in hand and began counting the number of blocks his
penis covered. I was not surprised to find that Bart (a white man, by
the way) measured twelve and one half inches.

Then an older woman was tying a string around mine, measuring its
circumference. Carefully marking the string with a black marker, she
laid it out on a ruler.

"Six and one-eighth inches thick," she announced to the crowd, and a
murmur of approval went through the group.

She approached my opponent with the string only to have her hand
shoved away by a glowering Black Bart. I had won something, only I
wasn't sure what, since some people were pounding me on the back while
others -- I fervently hoped it was only the women, were touching and
squeezing my dick. Meanwhile I sensed Black Bart glowering at me. I
started to shrivel.

As all the fussing came to an end and I was safely tucked away,
Dominic pulled me aside.

"Listen kid," he said earnestly, "this goes no further than this room,
understand?"

I nodded.

"Good, we have this contest once a year. Except for the winner,
contestants can only enter one time. This year there were two winners,
you and Bart." He squeezed my shoulder as though to emphasize his
statement. "Congratulations, and believe me I mean that. I've never
seen a cock as thick as yours. But do yourself a favor and steer clear
of him for a day or so. Bart's got a nasty temper and will take a
little time to get over losing to you. He's really a nice guy and will
come around, just keep away from him for a while, okay?"

He didn't need to tell me twice. Black Bart could break me in half if
he wanted to. I'd be glad to stay away from him. I told Dominic so and
he grinned at me and told me I'd be fine.

I turned to leave and bumped into a fair-haired woman I recalled
worked in the dairy section.

"Hi," she said. Her eyes were sparkling and her smile was ...
overwhelming. "I'm Claire and I wonder ... could you meet me after work?
I'd really like to talk with you about ... today's activity."

My eyes secretly spied her body. It was awesome.

"Well, I." Was the best answer I could manage. However, Claire took it
as though I'd had a better offer. (I only realized this later, when I
received another enticing offer.) And she leaned forward and whispered
in my ear, "I just have to suck that big ole cock of yours. You
wouldn't deny a lady a treat like that would you?"

"Deny?" I almost came in my pants.

"Okay," I managed. "Where?"

"What time do you get off?"

"Four," I gulped.

"Ten after, I'll be parked in back, all right?"

"Sure," I said, gulping again. Claire smiled at me then turned and
moved away.

I couldn't believe my luck. Here I am, not even in my third year of
high school, and a babe, no ... a woman telling me she wanted to suck
the old dickeroo. Wow! Unbelievable!

Evidently my ego was still to be stoked some more for as I headed back
to the produce section to resume working I was intercepted by an
attractive brunette shopper, pushing an empty cart, who also had a
sparkle in her eyes.

"Hello there. I'm so glad to run into you," she said, softly and
sexily. Somehow I knew this wasn't accidental. Her hand reached out
and touched my cheek. "So soft," she said as if to herself.

"Umm, can I help you, err, Miss?"

"Call me Mary Lou. And oh my yes, yes you can help me. What time do
you get off work, err, Frank isn't it?

"Yeah, Frank," I said beginning to understand. "I err; get off at
four, but ..."

"Good, I'll meet you out front. I'll be driving a blue caddy."

"Err, Miss, err, Mary Lou?"

She gave me a very seductive smile, arched her eyebrows and said,
"Yes?"

"I err; have a date for this afternoon."

"Break it," she said, still smiling.

"Umm, I'm sorry, but I can't break it. But I have no plans for
tomorrow," I said hopefully.

Mary Lou's smile went cold. "I've got some wonderful plans for us
Frank. Break the date. Tell her you're sick or something."

"I can't do that. We just this minute made all the arrangements."

"Tomorrow?" She said heatedly, and suddenly she wasn't as beautiful as
she had been a moment earlier. "Look at me! You want ME to wait until
TOMORROW?"

I saw Dominic at the end of the aisle, watching us. Fearful of a
conflict with a customer, I turned and walked away from her, cringing
as she cursed my back. From the corner of my eye I watched Dominic
approach her. Later I saw them together, leaving the store during the
lunch break. I thought nothing of this at the time. Later, weeks
later, I reconstructed the event many times while having a stroke
session. I could'a done this, or I could'a done that. Oh baby, Oh
baby, OOOOH BABY!

The next few hours flew by and at the stroke of four I bolted upstairs
and changed into my street clothes, checked myself out in the mirror,
ran a comb through my hair. I looked like a little kid. T-shirt,
khakis and sneakers, I was mortified. I had a woman with a capital W
waiting for me and this was the best I could do.

Mortified or not, I went out back and there she was, provocatively
leaning against her car. Damn, but she had legs up to here and a
dynamite ass. But her tits clung so tightly to a light blue silk
blouse that I thought they were gonna burst out to greet me.

Claire threw her cigarette down and carefully stepped on it. She
actually opened the door for me and I got in.

"Sorry," I mumbled eyes downcast. I was afraid to look at her, afraid
of getting a boner. I babbled on. "This is what I wore to work. I
didn't have time to go home and change into something decent."

"You look good enough to eat," she said smiling. "Don't worry; you
really look good to me. And besides, didn't you know that the clothes
don't make the man?"

"Yeah?" I said.

"Yeah," she said and her hand drifted over to my leg and squeezed my
thigh. My dick rose up immediately. Claire put a hand around my neck
and drew me close to her face. "I'm gonna kiss you Frank, I'm gonna
kiss you good."

Our lips found themselves lightly touching and then Claire increased
the pressure until they were meshed together.

Breaking the kiss, Claire said, "Open your mouth a little, so you can
breath."

That didn't make sense to me at first, I was to busy reveling in the
feel of her tits crushed against my chest, but I did, and immediately
felt her tongue move sinuously into my mouth licking in little
circles. Slowly I caught on and responded in kind.

"Mmmmmmm," Claire sighed.

I breathed in her perfume and I sighed too.

"Are you beginning to see what it is that makes the man?" Claire asked
as her hand continued its journey along my leg.

I wasn't even thinking of getting any further with her. Hell, this was
farther then I'd gotten with any girl so far. (Well, elementary school
was ages ago and almost forgotten.) I was also wondering how to ask
Claire out to the local diner for dinner tomorrow; as well as how to
get out of the car without her seeing the boner I was sporting. But,
when her hand began tracing the outline of my dick under my khakis I
quit thinking along those lines. Claire gave it a strong squeeze,
leaned down and breathed scalding steam upon it and said, "We'd better
get going."

I could only groan. Get going? I was almost gone.

She laughed and started the car. We were at her place in no time at
all. Probably the only person more astonished then I that I should be
walking into her apartment building was the doorman, who did a double
take on seeing me with Claire.

Once inside, she turned to me smiled and said, "I'm on the pill, but I
want you to use a rubber. Have you got one?"

I nodded vigorously and reached for my wallet, spilling out the
contents on her coffee table. I selected a Trojan bought three months
before at a gas station restroom. Frowning I recalled Foxie had
promised two hot babes that night, only to disappoint me yet another
time. But, the frown eased into beatific smile as I rationalized how
Foxie was actually responsible for where I was right now.

Claire took the packet from me and holding it by its silvery lining,
bit into the foil and started to remove the rubber. She halted half
way, instructing me to get my pants off. In a nano-second my pants,
shirt, shoes and socks and boxers lay in a pool at my feet. I stood
there a horny pup with a boner pointed skyward waiting in
anticipation.

"Look at you," she said, reaching out to grasp my dick with one hand.
"Oh, marvelous," she purred as she squeezed it hard. "It's lovely; you
have no idea how beautiful you are."

Claire paused long enough to roll the rubber on me, placing little
kisses along the side of my dick as she rolled it on.

When Claire cupped my balls I closed my eyes and grimaced. No one but
the doctor had ever touched me there before. The grimace turned to a
groan of pleasure as Claire's tongue glided from one testicle to the
other while a finger tickled my asshole. I felt good, awfully good and
suddenly realized I was spurting into the rubber. I opened my eyes and
saw the reservoir of the rubber tipped over along the side of my
prick, bulgingly awash with my semen.

"You came," she said, staring at it. "But that's okay, it happens."
Her fingers were at the bottom of the rubber as she removed it from
me, not rolling it up, but gently tugging at it until it came loose
with a sappy pop and hung morosely from her fingers like an apathetic
sperm bank deposit.

"No need to apologize," Claire said, which made me realize, like Steve
Martin, in his movie, 'The Jerk' that an apology just might be
meaningful at the moment.

"No, no, I'm terribly sorry. This...this never happened..."

"It was very exciting," Claire interrupted. "One minute I was hardly
touching you and the next you got even harder and I thought you were
going to explode, I mean your whole thing, your whole cock, I thought
it was going to explode in my hands. But all it did was come. Thank
goodness. I never saw so much come in my life." She held the rubber as
if weighing it. I felt my embarrassment creeping up from my throat and
neck to my face, but Claire was still gazing at the rubber, later in
life I would realize she had been gazing in awe at my accomplishment.

"Of course," she continued, "I never saw anyone shoot straight into a
rubber before either. But it was still prodigious. You must not have
come in a long time."

She glanced up at my face as though she expected me to say something,
but I didn't.

"How long has it been since you came?" She persisted. "Didn't you...this
afternoon...?"

"A long time," I said shyly.

Claire smiled. "Wow, I can tell. Not just by this"---she waved the
rubber above me before releasing it so it fell to the floor---"but
also by this." She reached down with the other hand and took my dick
in her fingers. Although I'd let loose a good sized load, my dick now
stood straight again, not because she was touching it, I realized, but
because of the words she had been saying, her language had aroused me
again and quickly too.

"Look at you. I'll bet you last a lot longer this time. I really want
you inside me and you can come if you want, I just want you inside
me."

As she spoke, she held on to me with one hand while she rose on her
knees on the thick cushions and put her other hand up her skirt and
wriggled her hips above me, finally getting her pantyhose down to her
knees. Then she bent over and pushed them toward her feet, before
kicking them away.

In an apologetic tone, Claire said, "They're nice, but almost always
in the way at the wrong time." Claire lifted her skirt with both hands
and stuck its hem between her front teeth. My eyes must have been
bulging out of my head as she placed her hands open and flat, palm
down, on her stomach and rubbed her way slowly down until the tips of
two fingers of her right hand disappeared between the lips of her
pussy. A pussy which she'd spread open with the fingers of her left
hand so I could see clearly and I was seeing something I'd never seen
before. I began to stroke myself, slow, easy strokes and caught Claire
watching me.

"I'm so wet," she lisped from the hem of her skirt in her mouth, "so
very wet," and I in my innocence, thought of rain, rain cascading down
upon the two of us, drenching us ... with lust.

Claire had her head thrown back now, in her ecstasy, I somehow watched
her fingers move and noted the vulnerable curve of her throat at the
same time. I filed mental picture after picture away for future
reference. I can still recall most of them vividly today.

She came forward on her knees over my thighs and adjusted her body so
that she was on the flats of her feet, squatting above me. Then, as
she released the hem of her skirt from her teeth, she started to
descend upon me.

"Wait," I said, sweating profusely. 

Her eyes returned to mine. "Ah you'th going tuh come `gain?" she said
in a lispy snarl, her eyes flashing with anger.

My concentration was such that I understood every syllable. "No, but I
need another rubber."

"You'th cidding me," Claire lisped again

"No," I confessed.

"Why?" She pleaded dropping the hem from her mouth.

"Birth control."

"Well, did you bring another one? Tell me you brought another one,"
Claire pleaded, fighting exasperation.

"No,"  I said, wanting to die.

"Then how ... how are we going to..." Claire sounded as though she might
burst into tears.

I took her hands in mine, putting my fingers between hers as I helped
her rise up enough that I might wriggle out from beneath her.

"Wait here," I said.

Claire fell back against the arm of her sofa.

"Where are you going?" she asked as I pulled on my Dockers.

"To buy a full package at the drug store down the street, don't worry,
I'll be right back."

"You must be nuts," she said. 
There was no mistaking the anger in her voice. Then she started to
laugh.

"You must really be nuts. Remind me not to get involved with teenagers
ever again. I mean, don't bother. I can get myself off. I hate rubbers
anyway. I'm on the pill for Christ's sake. My roommate's due back any
minute. I won't be here when you get back."

Each statement was a nail driven into my chest. And with those last
words reverberating through my brain I raced down the stairs and out
into the street.

"Be right back," I called to the startled doorman.  People, cars and
buildings blurred before my eyes as I sped towards the Pharmacy,
thanking my luck that I was wearing sneakers as I wove madly through
the people on the street. For the first time in my life I lost all
reluctance in approaching the druggist for the prophylactics. I did
see a gleam of humor in his eye as he handed me the package and took
my extended money.

"Keep the change, in fact, I may be back for more." I called over my
shoulder as I bolted from the store and scampered panic stricken back
to Claire.

I just knew she'd be gone. I just knew it and cursed my stupidity. Why
couldn't I have gone in without protection? What the hell was I afraid
of? (Venereal disease never occurred to me.) Now I'd lost a golden
opportunity. What would happen if Claire spread this story around at
work? Oh God---my so-called friends would ridicule me unmercifully. It
would get back to school. Shit, my parents would hear about it. I was
ruined and all because of a stupid fucking rubber. And it was ME that
insisted on it, not Claire. How dumb can a guy be? I would have
continued this self depreciating tirade, but found myself in front of
Claire's door. It was slightly ajar. I stepped inside and closed it
behind me and moved quickly to the bedroom. There was Claire, on her
back, sunk deeply in among the pillows. She had taken off all her
clothes. She had lit a candle against the fading light of this spring
day.

"C'mere," she ordered huskily. 

"I didn't think you'd be here," I said in my surprise. "I thought your
roommate...I don't understand."

"Get over here!" Claire shouted. "I don't understand you either. I
don't want to have to understand you. I just want to have that thick
salami of yours inside me."

I moved toward her, stumbling somewhat as I shed my shirt and pants
enroute. I stood over her, aroused beyond comprehension and my prick
recalescent and hard, pointing at the ceiling.

"Get those shoes and socks off too, we're not making a fucking blue
movie!" she said her voice shrilly, the cords in her neck bulging.

Suddenly, her mood shifted and an almost plaintive pleading crossed
her face as she said, "Please be quick and stick that lovely thing in
me."

She appeared to shudder in anticipation. There was a strange scent in
the air and somehow I instinctively knew it was coming from Claire's
cunt. I was fixated on her tits as they jiggled when she raised her
arms out to me. They were the size of cantaloupes, capped with huge
nipples that stood erect, an invitation I couldn't resist.

"Please," I said, "please, let me ..."

"Oh go ahead suck 'em for a while," she moaned, "just don't bite them
too hard, I'm kinda sensitive there right now.

I ran my hands over them gently, marveling at the resiliency of her
nipples. Finally I took one into my mouth and sucked it tenderly as
though I were a baby.

"Bite it," Clare sobbed. She was holding it to my mouth, feeding me.

"Harder, bite harder," she whimpered.

I bit down and felt her tremble.

"Oh God ... that feels so good. Frank ... baby?"

"Ummm Claire?"

"The other one honey ... do the other one," she pleaded, running her
fingers through my hair. What was this strange power I had over her? I
didn't understand, but I sure as hell loved it.

Claire's leg entwined itself around mine and her hips were grinding
against me as I drew hard on her other nipple. With newly acquired
confidence, I began to experiment; massaging her breasts and marveling
at their firmness. Cupping one and gently squeezing the other nipple
caused Claire to quiver and quietly moan. Suddenly Claire rolled away
from me, rose up slightly and straddled my belly. In the dim light, I
saw her breasts, large and pendulous, with their long, erect nipples
hovering above me. I must have resembled a guppy as I strove to
capture a swinging nipple back in my mouth, but Claire would have none
of that for the moment. Raising her body up, she snared the end of my
dick with her vaginal lips. She floated above me for a moment, and
then with just the tip of my dick inside her, settled down, taking my
full length into her cunt. Claire sat motionless for a moment, then,
leaning forward, she brushed my chest with her nipples, and began a
slow, even, circular grind. Instinctively, I started moving my hips
with her, going up as she came down managing to capture a nipple in
the process. My cock was rubbing against her tight pussy walls and I
felt myself getting ready to come again.

"I'm going to come!" I croaked. 

"Wait for me, I'm very close too. Wait for me!"

I felt her contractions beginning. This only caused me to become more
excited. Trying to hold out for her I reached up and grasped her
nipples, stretching them to a length I thought amazing. I concentrated
on counting the tiny bumps surrounding her aureole. This helped. Then
Claire let out a series of short, low grunts, shuddered and her cunt
convulsed around my dick, milking it until I screamed and shot my load
into the rubber.

I remember vividly how her back arched and her arms and legs clamped
onto me like a vice. She held my dick inside her as she lowered
herself down and laid full length upon me.

"I want you inside me forever," she murmured.

"Me too," I said as my hand caressed her smooth ass. 

We both noticed it at the same time. My sixteen year old dick was
swelling up again. Claire rolled to her side, found me and tore the
rubber off me and tossed it on the floor. Quickly placing me inside
her, I got to feel that wondrous searing heat from the walls of her
cunt without the impediment of the rubber. It was fantastic! I set to
moving my cock into what appeared to be a tight, wet muscle that was
constantly pulsating in rhythm to my throbbing prick. I didn't realize
it then, but Claire was really tight.

As she began to respond, I let it fly! As I pumped like a madman
seeking release, Claire thrust a fist into her mouth to muffle her
cries of pleasure. Her ankles locked behind my hips and hunching her
hips up she matched me stroke for stroke until we were breathless and
gasping for air. Gulping down oxygen, I started thrusting again, but
this time slamming long, deep strokes that caused Claire to
continuously gasp for air. Her eyes rolled back in her head
frightening me momentarily. I started to feel her contractions again;
this woman was quick to come!

I recall thinking that fucking is easy. Well it is ... but satisfying a
woman isn't that easy. What I was overlooking was the fact that Claire
was in heat. Hell she was in frenzy only I didn't know it.

Finding myself in control I rode her hard, came hard myself and
gloried as she came yet again.  I was exhausted and closed my eyes
intending on drifting off to sleep leaving Claire to come down from
her euphoria alone, when I felt a sharp sting on my ass. Claire had
gotten a wash cloth and slapped me with it to revive me. Oh, she
lavished my face with kisses, then wiped my face and cock with the
cloth. Next she scrubbed my come and her juices from her crotch. It
was strange, but very satisfying looking at my jism leaking out of
her. Then it hit me.

"Oh my God!" I shouted as I leapt up in the air.

"What?" Claire barked out, covering her breasts with her hands.

"No rubber! I didn't use a rubber the last time!" I was terrified.

"Calm down Frank," she said softly and placed those same hands on my
cheeks.

"But ... but..."

"Didn't I tell you I was on the pill earlier? Like before you ran out
of here like a nut?"

"Huh?"

"I'm telling you not to worry. You didn't need the fucking rubber in
the first place. Calm down."

"Oh." What else could I say?

"Now do you think that salami can get up again or are you finished for
today?"

Startled by the question, I thought for a second before answering.
"Sure I can."

Her eyes went wide. "Really, Frank? You're not just saying that?"

"Some days I jerk off six or seven times," I volunteered; and
realizing the secret I'd just let out, blushed deeply.

"Aw, you're blushing!" Claire laughed and then giggled. She tossed her
head and her hair flew through the air. "That's so cute Frank. Now I
know you're telling the truth about seven times 'cause you blushed
when you said it."

"Lemme see it now Frank. I wanna see it shrived up. Like how small
does it really get?"

It was a simple matter to shift into a position that presented my dick
to her and I glowed with all the ooooohs and ahhhhhhs she made fussing
over it. But when she took it into her mouth and I felt her tongue
swirling around my foreskin and head my cock rose again to meet the
occasion. Claire stopped for a moment and asked me if I'd like
something to drink.

"Sure, got a Pepsi or a Coke?"

"You bet, coming right up along with a special treat."

While wondering what that might be, I asked if I could use the phone.

"Sure," she said as she left the room headed for the kitchen.

It was a quarter to eight and I called home to tell my mother I was
out with the guys and would probably be home around ten. She cautioned
me about the next day being a school day and I made the usual don't
worry about excuse. No problem, now I was free until around eleven.

Claire walked back in with the drinks. All I saw was a nude goddess.
Handing me a Coke, she took a deep drink from a glass of milk and
picked up my semi-flaccid dick. Bending from the waist, she leaned
over and enveloped my dick in her mouth again. AHHHHH! The milk was
hot, or I thought it was, and as her tongue, emersed in the warm milk,
glided around the head of my rapidly expanding cock I felt a
tremendous urge to come and did. I don't believe I'd ever come faster.

"Very impressive, she said and kissed me. Her milky tongue swam around
mine for a minute or so before she broke the kiss and pushed me away.

"Get dressed and go home. My roomie's really due any minute and I
don't want to fight her over you. You're my boy toy, okay?"

Uncertain how to reply I merely said, "Sure."

As I was about to leave, she cautioned me about "telling the guys."  I
promised her I wouldn't say a word, and until now, many years later, I
haven't.

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