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This story is true that took place in 1989. The names have been changed to protect the happy.

Gerri was a very nice girl, about 22 years old, light brown hair cut short and curly, 5'5", 120 pounds 36D-25-35. She lived in the same apartment complex that I lived in. And that is where my story begins.

I'd seen Gerri at the pool, and social functions the apartment held occasionally. She was always friendly and out going and enjoyable to talk to in those settings. But it was in the laundry room where I really got to know Gerri better.

The first time I met Gerri; I had noticed what a nice chest she had, I also noticed how she dressed to downplay this beautiful fact.

When I ran into her in the dim laundry room about a week later, she was obviously embarrassed: She was wearing boxer shorts, a thin tee shirt, no bra and it was a cold day. I had surprised her, I could see that her breasts were very firm . . . and her nipples were very hard.

She quickly tried nonchalantly, to cross her arms in front of her chest as she said "I'm so embarrassed! You caught me on laundry day!" I assured her that I didn't mind and on that note we proceeded to talk for the next 2 hours about anything and everything.

I found out that she was a lesbian, living with her lover; who seemed to doubt whether "they should be together or not" on a fairly regular basis. Donna would leave Gerri alone for hours and sometimes days, while she went "clubbin'" "to relax and unwind". Donna would call Gerri periodically while she was out, and heaven help her, if she failed to answer the phone! Lucky for me: Gerri had a very good cordless phone that we found out had excellent reception in my apartment.

So after that day in the laundry room, the next time Gerri was left alone, she came over to my place and said that she was afraid in the apartment by herself. It was a very large complex, and there had been a number of break-ins recently and a rape. Gerri had been raped when she was 14, and said she believed that the rape may have been instrumental in choosing her lesbian life path. I didn't know, and I didn't care. I didn't like the idea that Donna was so inconsiderate of her feelings, as to leave her home alone, knowing she was really scared.

Gerri asked if we could talk for a while just until Donna got home. I said "Of course". And that is all we did, sit on the couch and talked . . . that day.

Donna thought this was GREAT! Now she could stay out as long as she wanted, and she didn't have to listen to Gerri whine and cry about being left alone.

Gerri was fun to talk to, and after Donna started leaving her with me, we'd go to movies and other things, as one might do with a sister. It was all perfectly innocent.

One evening in my apartment, Gerri mentioned that she felt guilty for all she was getting out of our arrangement, while I wasn't getting anything and it made her feel like she was using me every time Donna left her alone. I told her: "If you want to make it more even, why don't you take your shirt off, and let's talk with you topless." She got visibly shaken and was on the verge of panic at my suggestion.

I told her that she didn't have to do ANYTHING; she had just commented that I wasn't getting anything out of this time together, and I would really like to see her topless. "But you'd want to do more! That wouldn't be enough . . . would it?" I said "Sure it would be enough! I won't push you to do ANYTHING that you don't want to do." But without another word, she got up off the couch and left.

Oh, well.

About an hour later there was a knock on my door, it was Gerri. She asked if she could come in, and I said "Sure you can! You are always welcome in my home."

When I opened the door, I immediately noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and was wearing a light button up shirt. She walked in and sat down on the couch next to where I usually sat and as she unbuttoned her shirt she asked what I was watching.

I said "M.A.S.H.". "Oh, good!"

We sat side by side for an hour watching TV and talking, with her sitting there with her shirt totally unbuttoned as if it was perfectly normal. Then she asked about making some popcorn, I told her she could make some if she liked, and she got up to do so. I didn't follow her into the kitchen, but I could see her the whole time as the kitchen door was beside the TV. The view was wonderful.

When she came back and sat down with the popcorn, I put my left arm around her shoulders and reached with my right hand . . . for the popcorn. She was very stiff at first, and then she began to relax and enjoy the evening.

After about an hour more of TV, I asked her if I could touch her breasts, she said "You don't have to be so formal; you could have simply said "˜can I play with your tits?'"

"Can I play with your tits?" "Yes, you could have the minute I walked in the door. But I'm glad you didn't. It gave me time to relax. Other than the guy who raped me, you are only the second man to see or touch them." I then eased her shirt off her shoulders and started rubbing, and gently twisting her nipples until they stood up hard, then with my left arm draped over her shoulders cupping her left breast . . . I went back to watching TV.

And that is how we spent the rest of the evening: watching TV while I messaged her left tit.

And that became our routine: If she came to my place she removed her top at the door, if we went to the movies, when the lights went down, my hand was on her tits.

After about a month of this, one Friday, Donna called "I'm going to the river with some friends. See you Monday night." Gerri was beside herself with shock, upset, and feelings of abandonment because Donna never seems to want to take her anywhere, just going out and have fun with her friends, with no concern about Gerri's feelings.

Then it hit her: She'd have to stay all weekend at her apartment alone.

Then she asked if she could stay with me.

I said "I have one bed, and my house rule is: "˜Any woman sleeping in my bed MUST be naked.'" To which she simply said: "OK." I didn't know if that meant she agreed to sleep with me naked or that she would have to make other arrangements.

But she was sitting beside me topless, and I was playing with her nipples. An hour later I said "I'm going to bed." She said "Ok." Got up and headed for my bedroom. She quickly stripped naked and got in bed, I followed suit.

I said "If I do anything during the night that you don't want me to do, just say so. I don't want you to feel committed to doing anything you aren't comfortable with." To which she replied: "If a woman get into a man's bed naked, I believe he should be able to do anything he wants to her, or she shouldn't be naked in his bed." This sounded GREAT to me, but I asked "Are you SURE? ANYTHING?" She looked me in the eyes, and with just a moments' pause, said "Anything." I said "Can I shave your pussy?" "You got a razor?" "Yes." "Then of course you can shave it." And with that; I shaved all her hair off from her clit to her asshole. (I like to leave a well trimmed bush on top.) That was the start of our most memorable weekend.

I tongue-kissed her, and she was very passionate returning my kisses. I eased down and started sucking on her nipples, while I used one finger to finger-fuck her pussy. At my first touch, she was very wet. I then kissed my way down to her pussy lips and started sucking her clit 5-10 strokes, while stroking her with my finger, then I'd run my tongue from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, and I'd suck her clit another 5-10 strokes. I repeated this over and over until she was squirming and begging me not to quit sucking her clit. I then reached in deep and started messaging her g-spot and she went WILD and started cumming hard!
Man that pussy felt GOOD!

I lifted her hips and put a pillow under her to tip her pussy up "So I can work on this pussy better." I had another plan is what it was. I then proceeded to lick and suck on her pussy until she came a second time, as hard as the first.

This weekend was going to be FUN!

When she had relaxed a minute, I asked her about sucking on me. She acted put off by my suggestion, then she sheepishly said "I've never performed oral sex on a man before." I assured her that she would do just fine, and gently guided her head to my cock and she slowly opened her mouth and took me in her mouth. With little instruction, she was doing a wonderful job on me. She really knew how to use her tongue. As a rule, it's very hard to bring me off by oral sex, but after about 15 minutes I was about to cum. But I didn't want to cum in her mouth . . . yet! I had a SPECIAL place I wanted that first, and most potent load of sperm, to go.

I gave her a minute to relax after her first experience with sucking a dick, then I started tonguing her all over again, working her up sexually, only this time, when she was REALLY getting into it, I started kissing my way up to her nipples and started to REALLY suck on them . . . I was also lining up my dick with her slit.

When the head of my dick touched her pussy she froze. I spread the lips, lined-up with her hole and I started to gently apply pressure with my cock to her VERY wet hole. When the head finally started going into her, she seemed to get a little nervous and her pussy started to twitch. This felt GREAT to me, but I didn't want to scare her, so I asked if she was OK.

She said "You're stretching me more than I'm use to, are you OK?" That was a puzzling question. "Oh YEAH! I'm feeling just FINE!" "Uh, Do you have PROTECTION?" "ABSOLUTELY! My .45 is in the Headboard bookshelf" "Uh, you're not wearing a condom!" "Do you have a disease I should know about?" "NO! I'm disease-free. But, uh, due to my lifestyle, I'm NOT on the pill!" This was music to my ears!

"I will NOT have sex with a girl, who I wouldn't want to have my baby." Her only reply was "Uh, OK."

I was slowly working my dick deeper into her, a little at a time, giving her time to adjust to my size. When I finally bottomed-out firmly against her cervix, and she grunted, I still had slightly more than an inch to go, and I meant to try to insert it when I came INSIDE HER, and I definitely intended to cum inside her!

At the same time I was stroking her pussy, I was sucking on her rock hard nipples, going one to the other and she started going WILD! She was sweating and shaking and I just kept pounding away at her pussy. I could feel her pussy starting to twitch as she became increasingly vocal, getting louder and louder until she finally came, and howling like a wolf!

She started coming down and I started building her back up. I told her that I wanted to make her nipple RAW, so sore that in the morning she would be sure and remember me!

She said "Ok, I'm yours for the weekend, I told you "˜If a woman get into a man's bed naked, he should be able to do anything he wants to her, or she shouldn't be naked in his bed.' I meant it." So that said, I started raking my teeth across her nipples, and COVERING her fine titties with "Love-Bites".

She then asked "You are going to pull out aren't you?" "Yes! Of course! I can't go to work Monday night with you on my dick!" She laughed, the funny part was . . . she thought I was KIDDING!

She had cum on my dick, so I slowly withdrew from her body, and asked her to suck me again, and to really lick my balls. (I LOVE having a girl suck my dick and lick my balls, to "prime them" before I cum inside her.)

After Gerri had me well "primed", I again moved between her legs and returned the pillow under her hips to assure that the mouth of her pussy was higher than her cervix, but I told her it was "To put her at the optimal angle of attack".

I entered her again, this time I put her legs over my shoulders so I could push her legs down beside her titties, fully exposing her pussy for my total access. This time I was going to cum, and I was making her grunt with each down stroke. She said "Please let me know when you're about to cum." "I will baby, count on it."

When I felt that familiar tingle, which let me know that cumming was imminent: I started sucking on her neck hard, slamming my dick against her cervix with all my 240 muscular (at that time) pounds, while listening to her moaning and grunting with the impact, and I felt the last ½" slip inside what felt like a tight band around the very tip of my dick.

That was too much for me to stand, and I told her:

"I'm cumming babe!" as I stuck my tongue in her mouth and pinned her down, I FIRMLY held her hips locked against me as she squirmed and wiggled, but SHE WASN'T GOING ANYWHERE as I emptied my balls deep inside of her with 6 powerful jolts that felt like electricity running through my dick.

I lay on top of her for about 10 minutes catching my breath. Then I lay beside her and gently kissed her, while alternately stroking her belly and then her titties. She winced, because her nipples WERE sore, but she never complained. For the next hour I kept her hips elevated so the cum would run into her instead of out of her.

When some residual cum started to leak out of my dick, I scooped it up with my right index finger while spreading the lips of her pussy with my left hand, and wiping the sperm off my finger inside her.

"Don't think you put enough in there already?"

"I just want to be sure you got it all."

After an hour's rest, I again had her suck me, but this time I did cum in her mouth, and told her to swallow it, and she did with no grimace or complaint.

That weekend was indeed FUN! All we did was eat sleep and fuck!

By Monday evening when Donna got home, there was nothing virgin about Gerri! I had cum in all three of Gerri's holes, in addition to Saturday, Sunday and Monday morning I came inside her pussy the first thing each morning, and sometime during the day I would cum in her pussy again. And Monday before Donna got home I came in her pussy one last time and refreshed the hickies on her titties.

Donna was PISSED when she saw all the hickies! Gerri never told her who put them there.

After the hickies, Donna never left Gerri alone to go "party with friends" again. We never had sex again either, because Gerri had promised Donna that she wouldn't have sex with a man again. But Gerri made sure I got to play with her titties everyday because Gerri had a secret!

As pissed as Donna was about the hickies, she wasn't half as pissed, as she was two months later, when Gerri told her that she was pregnant!

Gerri made sure I got to see and rub her pregnant belly and titties everyday without fail. I believe Donna suspected me as the culprit, while she scowled whenever she saw me, she never said a word about it to me.

When Gerri went into labor, Donna was at work and was "Grateful that I was kind enough to take Gerri to the hospital, and be there for the delivery." Hey, it was the least I could do!

Gerri has a little girl; she named Marie, after my grandmother.