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Chapter Three
"You did very well on your essay," Tammy said as she entered the living
room.
I had been watching one of her movies while she had been grading our
assignments in the kitchen. "How well did I do?" I asked.
"An A plus," she replied before giving me a kiss. "You're quite
obviously the most talented student I have, in any of my classes. You
don't mind if I ask how you learned to write so well, do you?"
"I really don't know how I did it," I replied looking up at her as she
stood in front of me. "I started writing pretty stupid stories when I
was young, and then as the years went by, my writing just got better. I
honestly don't know how to answer your question."
"Well it doesn't matter now. You're an excellent writer, and you've
always impressed me with everything you've turned in. I have no doubt
that you're going to become an accomplished writer one day."
"That's nice to hear. You're the first person with the ability to
critique my work that's really seen it. I have no idea how many decent
writers have read what I posted to the Internet."
"Have you ever let your parents read any of your stories?"
"Are you crazy? My mother would probably have given me a lengthy
lecture about how filthy and derogatory my work was."
"Yes, well that does lead me to a question that's been on my mind for a
while. I know I said I didn't want to know about your sexual history,
but all of your stories convey a sense that you as the author have had
quite alot of experience with the ladies."
"Don't worry. I've only been with two. Most of the intimate details
are the result of countless research I did on the Internet. I didn't
have nearly enough experience to write even a tenth of what you read in
those stories. So in all honesty, I was mixing information I was
finding on the net with a little imagination."
Tammy looked at me with quite a surprised look on her face. "So how did
you ever learn to do what you did tonight?" she asked.
"I didn't," I replied, unable to keep a big smile from breaking out on
my face. "Believe it or not, that was mostly head knowledge gleaned
from the net mixed with a little imagination and a whole helluva lot of
self-confidence. While I was definitely not a virgin this morning,
about ninety percent of what happened tonight was a first for me."
Tammy lost all expression on her face, stared at me for another moment
or two, and then she burst out laughing. "I can't believe it!" she
exclaimed. "I was sure that you had been with many girls before me and
had learned most of what you did with me while you were with them."
"So how does it feel to know that you're the first person I've done
those things with?"
Tammy sat down beside me and pulled my lips into hers. Having been so
calm and relaxed just a moment before, I suddenly found myself again
under the control of those powerful feelings that had gripped me
earlier. We embraced each other demandingly, and her body shifted just
enough to enable us to kiss with more vehemence. My hands and fingers
ran sensually over her face and through her hair, and I felt as though I
wanted to literally possess this woman in every way possible.
"I love it," she said in a whisper in between kisses. "It makes me feel
special."
I quickly unbuttoned her suit jacket and let her remove her bra.
Watching her breasts fall out and smack against her chest was so
delightful to see. She had such big boobs with large, eraser-sized
nipples, and my hands were almost instantly on them. I squeezed and
fondled for a minute or so to soak in the feeling of them before she
leaned back to give me the necessary room to lower my mouth to them.
I don't know what it is about a woman's breasts, but they have always
struck me as being capable of greatly magnifying the beauty of a woman's
face when these two parts of her body are displayed together unclothed.
This was especially true of Tammy. She had such beautiful breasts that
absolutely made her celestial face even more lovely to behold.
Our passions having again been resurrected, we removed what remained of
our clothes and then laid down with my body on top of hers.
"Is this fine for you, or would you rather do this in the bedroom?" she
asked.
I considered the idea for a moment and then decided that it would be
better for us both if we were on a bed. I had penetrated the first girl
I had been intimate with on a couch, and I hadn't felt very comfortable
with it.
"Well to tell you the truth," I said, "I'd rather be on the bed, and in
addition it would give me a wonderful opportunity to observe your
exquisite behind as you walk from here to there."
Tammy smiled and then slowly and enticingly licked her upper lip. "You
haven't even seen my ass yet," she replied with a teasing look.
"Would you mind terribly if I spent a little time showing it some, uh,
affection once we get in the bedroom?" I asked with a wicked grin.
"Well no, but I'd like to ask you something?"
"What?"
"Whatever possessed you to lick my ass like you were doing a little
while ago?"
"Why? Did that bother you?"
"No, it actually felt pretty good. I've just never had a guy do that to
me before. I've had men kiss my butt cheeks, but none of them ever
licked me down there like you did. Didn't that feel a little, well
like, weird?"
"In what way?" I wasn't stupid. I knew exactly what she meant, but I
was terribly curious to hear how she was going to say it.
"Well you know what happens down there. I had a guy tell me once that
he would never put his mouth anywhere near a woman's butt because the
thought of what comes out of it just turned him completely off to the
idea. Needless to say, he wouldn't go down on me either."
"Umm, I'm not exactly comfortable knowing things like that."
Tammy responded very quickly. "Oh I'm sorry," she said. "I promise I
won't say anything about it again."
"Well I'll answer your question though," I said. "Consider it a fetish
if you will. Maybe it's because of what happens down there that it's
become almost something of a dare for me. I don't know how else to
phrase it. It's like how can something so beautiful be the release
valve for something so, shall we say, unattractive? There's just
something about it, like a taboo perhaps, that just draws me to, well,
your ass."
Tammy laughed. "So you love my ass, do you? Well if it makes you happy
to fawn all over it, then you have my permission to knock yourself out.
Have you ever had anal sex?"
"No, not really. Why?"
"Well it's not something every woman is into, but if a man knows what
he's doing, I can find it very pleasurable."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, I'm more
interested in penetrating something else."
"Okay, but I need to tell you something. I absolutely do want to feel
you cumming inside me tonight, but just like my ass is your fetish, my
fetish is using my mouth to bring a guy pleasure. I don't know what it
is, but hearing him scream while he's cumming in my mouth just drives me
crazy. And I don't know if this means anything to you, but I do
swallow."
I ignored the remark implying her previous oral encounters with other
men, which was made easy by the thought of my screaming while she was
sucking my erection during an orgasm. And the idea of her swallowing
did mean something to me, but she was so insanely beautiful to me that
the very thought of her swallowing a man's emission caused an emotional
response that had been even more powerful than what we had encountered
earlier. And I just couldn't deal with it. As strange as it may sound,
the very notion of this goddess taking a mortal man's erection in her
mouth was just mind blowing. I hadn't considered anal sex very often
because I had read of women not being interested in trying it for one
reason or another, and so I believed that I really didn't see any chance
for it in my future. Coercing a woman into doing something she wasn't
interested in was so far beneath me and the respect I had for women.
But oral sex was something I had thought about many times. I had
climaxed in the mouths of both girls I had slept with before Tammy, and
both experiences had been simply incredible. But these girls had been
just girls, not some knockout beauty from a more celestial place. I was
just beside myself with the thought that she enjoyed the experience of
oral sex so much.
"I aim to please," I said with a hard swallow. "We can always make love
the old-fashioned way in the morning."
Tammy was suddenly all smiles. "Does that mean you're spending the
night?"
"I'd like to, if you'll have me," I replied.
"If I'll have you? Of course I'll have you. I would have been so
disappointed if you had decided to leave. Oh I'm so happy. Say
listen. How would you feel about taking a shower with me?"
"I'd love to."
I couldn't believe how kind fate was being to me this day. I'd gone
from walking into my teacher's classroom to preparing to take a shower
with her after having tasted her vaginal juices and exploring her behind
with my tongue. I'd have laughed in someone's face if they had
predicted this only the day before. Having gone through this experience
the way I did has made it so easy for me to understand the love
expressed by older women and their much younger partners. Unlike many
older boys and most men, it isn't just about sex with those of us who've
had our dreams fulfilled in the arms of an older woman in general and
perhaps a teacher in particular. Sex is certainly a part of it, but the
all-consuming power of the love that we feel for them and which they
also feel for us is probably beyond the comprehension of all those
right-wing wackjobs who have never experienced this kind of passion and
zeal for another person in their lives.
As Tammy got up and walked in the direction of the bathroom, I was
amazed at just how attractive a behind she really did have. It had been
next to impossible to even imagine that her backside looked this good
because of the loose-fitting clothes she always wore. Each step that
she took caused one cheek to flex up and then relax while the other
would then do the same thing. I don't know how to describe what this
part of her body looked like, but just trust me when I say that it's
hard for me to believe that any man in his right mind would not want to
get down on his knees and shower it with kisses.
Now that we were both completely nude, I couldn't seem to take my eyes
off Tammy's body. I certainly don't want to come across as sounding
like sex was all I cared about, but perhaps it was still the thought
that this was my teacher I was looking at that was continuing to sink
in. Regardless, I shouldn't try and apologize for being so aroused at
the sight of this woman's form. I maintained a constant watch over her
body as she collected two towels from the linen closet just inside the
bathroom from the door and then started the water running.
"You ready?" she asked with a smile.
I couldn't move. I tried, but my legs seemed completely frozen as the
sight of her body and now her face caused an enormous emotional reaction
inside me. I had been attracted to the two girls I had slept with as
well as to some of the other girls I had briefly dated, but nothing I
had experienced with them was anything like what I was feeling now.
Even when we had been in the diner, it hadn't been this strong. It may
have been much more sexual then, but now it was something much more.
And its control over me was absolute.
"What's wrong?" she asked as the smile left her face.
I was aware that I hadn't been smiling. I don't know what was on my
face, but it had been enough to disturb her.
"Are you okay?" she asked, now looking concerned.
"I love you," I finally managed to say in spite of the deep resistance
my mouth had offered. "Oh God, Tammy. I love you so, so much."
"Oh sweetheart," she said as she walked over to me.
"I'm just so overwhelmed by you, by everything about you," I said with
such desperation in my voice. "I want you so bad. I want to climb
inside you and just live there."
"You make me feel the same way, my love," she replied with a tender
look. "You can't possibly feel any differently about me than I feel
about you. You've made me want to worship the ground you walk on, and I
would do just that if you asked me to."
"I feel like I'm going to fly apart," I said, suddenly aware of my
blurred vision due to the fluid rapidly building up in my eyes. "It's
so overwhelming. I just want to hold you and kiss you."
I wrapped my arms around her and threw my lips into hers, which then
caused her arms to embrace me. The feelings inside me swelled to almost
unbearable levels as our tongues made love to each other while our heads
moved this way and that. I could feel our bodies slowly turning as if
in a circle, and my hand seemed determined to continually move up and
down along the side of her face.
"Oh my God, Steven," she said passionately as my lips moved away from
hers and towards her chin and neck. "If you don't stop this, I'm gonna
just drag you to my bedroom and fuck your brains out."
Hearing that only intensified the passion of my kisses. My lips again
returned to hers with much more vigor this time as I pushed her body
back against the vanity. There was no stopping what was coming now, and
I gave myself over totally to the raging desire inside me. With another
astonishing display of physical strength, I lifted Tammy up and sat her
down on the edge of the vanity and then spread her legs. My fingers
made a dry run against her vagina, and finding that she was extremely
wet down there, I positioned the tip of my erection against her opening
and proceeded to ram myself inside her with such force that she erupted
in a loud moan that sounded very much like that caused by pain. Only
this was pleasure.
"I love you, my goddess," I said as I thrust myself inside her again.
I love you, too, my angel!" she replied in between one loud moan after
another. "Oh my God! Fuck me, Steven! Fuck me!"
I couldn't prevent myself from starting to moan just as loudly as she
was, and the sudden feeling of an approaching orgasm made me quickly
stop.
"Not yet," I said with labored words due to my rapid breathing. "I'm
going to manhandle this pussy until I just can't stand it anymore."
"Do it!" she said in a demanding tone.
I started up once more, thrusting inside her so vigorously that her body
shook violently in my arms. We held on to each other as though for
dear life as I let the forces inside me unleash themselves on her.
After twenty minutes and three more limited interruptions, I allowed
myself to reach orgasm and screamed as the pleasure caused my head to
feel like it was going to explode. I felt like my blood pressure was
going through the roof, and every part of my body quickly felt as though
it was on the verge of bursting from the forces that seemed to be
pushing their way out. I could feel enormously thick streams of sperm
surging through my erection as I climaxed inside her vagina, which
seemed to send her into both an emotional and physical orgasm. Our
screams became equally loud as she grabbed the edge of the vanity. My
orgasm had just begun to subside as I looked down at her and saw the
veins appearing to push upwards from under the skin of her neck. Her
face was now looking like someone suffering terrible affliction, and the
look of agony was so incredibly beautiful and erotic that it enabled me
to continue thrusting inside her even as the sexual tension within me
was momentarily gone.
And then it was over. Tammy and I held each other firmly as our bodies
began adjusting to the incredible release of tension we had both just
experienced. I didn't even have to ask her if she had enjoyed another
orgasm. Her reactions had been more than obvious to me. Both of us
seemed to be hyperventilating, and my heart was beating like a ticking
clock whose pendulum had been removed. Then I began to hear her crying
and could feel her body shaking as she did so.
"Honey," I said fearing that I had done something wrong or that she had
suddenly realized she had gone too far with me. I gently eased her body
backward until I could see her face. "Did I do something wrong? Please
tell me!"
Tammy shook her head before looking up at me with such a pitiful look on
her face. "I've never had an experience like that before," she said in
an almost defeatist tone. "No one has ever been able to make me cum
before just by having sex with me like that, but this was like nothing
I've ever felt before. I thought my whole entire body was going to
explode. And for the first time in my life, I felt something more than
just an orgasm. I felt something, almost, spiritual. It was like I was
bonding with you on every level possible. This whole day has just been
one beautiful surprise after another." She placed both her hands on the
sides of my face and looked at me as the tears poured down her cheeks.
"You really are a fairy tale lover from one of your stories. But you
can never leave me. If you ever decide to go back into the pages of the
story you came from, you have to promise that you'll take me with you."
"I'm not a fairy tale," I replied softly. "I promise you that I'm as
real as you are."
"You can't be. There isn't a man in the world whose anything like you.
If anything ever happened to you, I couldn't-" Tammy paused as she wiped
the tears from her eyes. "I know I couldn't go on living. All my life,
every time I've given my heart to a man, he's treated me like dirt, like
all that mattered was him and I was just some trophy wife who had to
grin and bear being abused this way and that. And then today I found
myself wanting to talk to you, not because I really saw us being
together, but because I wanted to see if there was any part of your
dream lovers in you. And now here you are, every woman's dream. You
say the most incredible things to me and make me feel like I'm some sort
of princess when everyone else has always treated me like just another
woman they can beat up, yell at, and cheat on." Tammy paused again and
just looked at me. "If you were to die on me tomorrow, I swear to God
I'd kill myself."
"Honey, please don't say that," I said nearly brokenhearted over the
things she was saying.
"I would. What the hell would I have to live for? It would be a cruel
joke to put someone like you into the life of someone like me and then
quickly take them away, don't you think?"
I shook my head knowing that she was only saying what I had already been
feeling about what I would do if anything were to happen to her.
"You're right," I admitted as I placed my hand along her face and rubbed
the new tears from under her eye with my thumb. "You and I were meant
to be long before Nero played his fiddle while Rome was burning to the
ground. I can't shake the feeling that a long time ago two people were
madly in love with each other, and then death came and took them. But
somehow they managed to reach out across the centuries and have found
each other again. In us."
Tammy looked at me for a moment. "No other man in the world would have
ever thought to say something like that," she said.
"Perhaps not," I replied. "But I do know how you feel about losing me.
The truth is that I would have no less hesitation about swallowing a
bottle of pills if you were to die tomorrow than I had in making love to
you just now. Death would be far more preferable to living life as some
mindless zombie whose heart has been destroyed."
Tammy nodded. "I agree," she said, the tears seeming to stop. "I'm so
in love with you. You're my breath, my heartbeat, my life. I don't
think they'll ever be two people more in love with each other than we
are right now. I want to feel this way for the rest of my life. I
don't ever want things to change between us. And when you said that
we'd only break up if I did the breaking up, you'll never have to worry
about that. No woman in her right mind would ever give you up for
anything. Steven, you could ask me to marry you right now, and I'd say
yes."
Gently she ran her fingers along my chin, and I knew that this woman had
such a firm control over me that I would never be free of her. But this
was exactly what I had always wanted, a woman who would love me this
deeply and become absolutely possessive of me to the point of wanting me
to spend one hundred percent of my free time only with her. I know some
guys dislike that idea strongly, but I wouldn't have wanted things any
other way. How could I have, looking at this woman who exhibited such a
celestial beauty? And as I did look at her, her idea made a tremendous
amount of sense. In fact, the moment she proposed it I immediately
realized that it was, for me, the only right and logical thing to do.
But not quite yet. I needed to buy the ring and then pop the question
at just the right time and at just the right place. Still I needed to
give her an answer.
"I would without any hesitation say yes if you asked me to be your
husband," I said with a big smile. "Not that most women do ask their
men to marry them, but I wanted you to know that I feel the same way."
Tammy suddenly perked up. She lifted herself from the vanity and stood
on her feet before looking at me with the most curious expression on her
face. "Come with me," she said as she took me by the hand and led me
into her bedroom.
On her dresser was a fair-sized white box with a lid that lifted up
without detaching. Tammy opened the box, revealing a base and a tray
divided into four compartments above the base that moved outwards as the
lid was opened. Inside all sections of the tray as well as down in the
base were many different kinds of jewelry, most of them of a feminine
variety from what I could tell. From one section of the tray, Tammy
removed a solid, silver wedding band.
"This belonged to my father," she said as she slipped it on my left ring
finger. Then she looked up at me with the same curious look she'd had
in the bathroom, only with a slight hint of something hopeful mixed in.
"I want to be your wife so bad. Steven, will you marry me?"