Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 06:06:46 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Austin and Stephanie's Story-chapter 5
This fictional story is intended for mature law-abiding audiences only.
While no truly incesteous events take place in this chapter, Seth, the
narrator of the story has high hopes that such events will be taking place
with his half-sister in the near future. Which I guess is only fair
considering where this story is located. And furthermore, he has designs on
his good friend Austin. Who is a boy, just like he is. So there you have it.
This is the concluding chapter of the story within a story written by Seth
in hopes of very much more. In the next chapter we will begin to see just
how this works out for him. I'm guessing fairly well...
Only not all at once. But anyway...
Austin and Stephanie's Story
chapter five
Wednesday, Jan 20... I let Amy read my fourth installment at about six. She
giggled, sniggered and made appropriate remarks right up until she reached
the end. Then she threw my notebook down with a "Damn!!" that I was afraid
would be heard all the way to Command Central.
So I guessed maybe she wasn't as sophisticated as I'd previously thought.
"Well, I wasn't going to do an oral sex scene at first, but lots of people
do... well, I haven't, but I figured-"
"Oh? What sex HAVE you done?"
"Well, none since I've been here, unless you count shooting off, but BEFORE
I ha-"
"Would you go for oral sex if the opportunity presented itself?"
I shrugged. "I'm not sure."
"I wouldn't see any reason why not."
"So why did you go damn?"
"Because I wanted you to finish so you could write a story for me."
Funny, but I thought I WAS writing a story for her. Suspiciously, I asked,
"What kind of story?"
"I'll tell you tonight. Now, your story is very interesting; very, VERY
interesting, but could you finish it? You know, give it the full treatment,
but FINISH IT. OK? Please?"
"Well, OK, but... oh, OK, I'll FINISH it!"
Sooo... She doesn't see any reason why not, huh?
Wednesday, Jan 20.. The Story. Part V.
Jeremy had read that a well placed tongue to the clitoris would drive a
female into a sexual frenzy. He assumed Renee was a virgin. He wasn't
exactly sure if he saw a maiden-head to be sundered or not, but he guessed
it was in there somewhere. At any rate, what he wished to accomplish with
his tongue was merely to drive her past the point of resistance. Had he but
asked, he would have discovered her already past that point, but he just
assumed that thirteen-year-olds were very reluctant to part with their
virginity. Thirteen-year-old virgin GIRLS that is. So he took one last deep
breath and then another and then yet another. While hyperventilating, he
traced his finger around the perimeter, just inside her labia majora, then
tweaked her clit. It jumped.
Then when he FINALLY put his mouth between her legs and started licking her
clitoris as though he was cleaning the leftover chocolate off an Eskimo Pie
stick, Renee exclaimed "Jeremy? What are you oh my... goSHHH!!"
He didn't think it smelled bad at all, just a faint fish odor. He licked and
nipped gently and blew and made buzzing sounds. And she was making all
sorts of sounds herself. But finally he came up for breath. He asked, "How
do you like it?"
"Don't stop!" she said.
"Well OK, but let me get behind you for awhile. Like if you move up just a
little and get on your hands and knees and spread real wide, I'll be able to
get at you real good. OK?"
So she spread so wide, one leg was out of the tub.
He studied the situation. He'd heard that the rear entry method was the
least painful for virgins.
"Please do it some more" implored Renee.
"Oh what the hell" he thought and he proceeded to lick, blow, suck, nip
gently and make buzzing sounds for just awhile longer. She started humping
rhythmically, but then she got a cramp in her leg so she had to get it back
inside the tub. But still, after he massaged the cramp away she wanted him
to do it some MORE, and again she began to hump and make loud noises.
Jeremy pulled his mouth away. It was time.
"Don't stop!" begged Renee.
Yes, it was time. Definitely. "Now we're going to make like we're married.
Just for a little while, OK?"
She shook her head yes. She knew what he meant, she was almost positive, and
she didn't care in the least. It really was time.
"Now it might hurt just a little at first, but before long it'll feel so
good you won't believe it." He really didn't have any earthly idea HOW it
would feel, to him or to her, but girls must like it, else they would have
figured out a way to put a stop to it. So tremulously he took his straining
penis in hand and placed it's head at her gateway. It popped back up losing
contact. The way he felt down there, he'd sort of thought his penis would
just jump in on it's own, but it didn't do that, so he hunched down a little
lower and returned his eager but inexperienced penis to the portal and
rubbed it's head in it so as to acclimate it. But it didn't take long until
he guessed maybe it wasn't wise to do that for too long. Tentatively, he
guided himself in, oh, about three quarters of an inch I guess, and that
small part of him inside the slippery warmth was imploring his remaining
eight inches (if he measured it from the right place) to come on in and
please hurry. He took a truly deep breath, not out of any reluctance, but
only because it truly WAS a momentous occasion, and pushed hard. Renee
yelped. Damn. It slipped out and ... oh no! No!! NO!!! It just COULDN'T have
happened again. It COULDN'T HAVE!
But it had, and it was running down the inside of her thigh.
That didn't count, dammit, that didn't count!!
"Jeremy, what's wrong?"
"I... ah... shit. I squirted."
"Again?"
"Yeah. Shit. I'm sorry."
"You mean you can't do it now?"
Nope. It was wilting fast. Oh damn, damn, DAMN!... Hey! Wait a minute!
Maybe... if he could talk her into it...
So he returned his mouth to between her legs and just went at it for all he
was worth. She certainly enjoyed it very much and he certainly got a charge
out of her unbridled enjoyment, but his penis remained pretty flaccid.
Then he pulled away. They were both panting. Although he could tell she was
enjoying it, still he asked if it REALLY felt good.
"Oh yes, it feels wonderful! Really!" She looked back at him. His penis
still hung limply between his legs, but a shadow of it's former self, albeit
for most people a fairly large shadow.
"I'm sorry you can't have as much fun, though. Can I do anything?"
Well, now that she mentioned it, yes. "Well... I don't know if you'll want
to... I mean it might not do any good but there's a good chance it might,
but... well, I put my mouth down between your legs and you like it ... so...
could you... ah... put it in your mouth? And... uh... well, suck on it just
until it gets hard?"
Renee swallowed hard and said yes if he'd keep doing her.
Well. Sixty-nining it in the bathtub could possibly cause one of them to
drown, so they decided to head for her room.
He lay down on his back and she then straddled his face. He started running
his tongue along the inside of her thighs, inching slowly upward. She took
only a couple of deep breaths as she pondered, then took his limp and
seemingly lifeless penis in her hand. It was soft and flopped around. Oh
well. So she just kissed it's head. It was a test, you see. Well, it didn't
really taste BAD, so she drew the mushroom-shaped head into her mouth. It
felt very soft, almost velvety in fact. Experimentally she flicked her
tongue over his slit. She felt his penis quiver, ever so slightly. And that
was a good sign, she supposed.
Jeremy paused in his progress up the inside of her thighs, inches short of
her twitching sex. Would she?
Yes. It wasn't difficult stuffing all of it into her mouth, since after all,
it was still soft. Mostly it was, so she started going up and down on it and
ran her tongue around it and sucked on it, and before very long at all, she
felt it beginning to stiffen. It was working!
He could feel it. It was still alive! So as to encourage her further, he
returned his worn out tongue to her clit. He just concentrated on that one
thing and she began to feel very damp.
It was coming from deep inside her, almost a gushing, oh MY, it felt
wonderful!
And that was orgasm number one. All Jeremy noticed was that the twitching
between her legs increased. Her slit was moving, at least a little bit, then
she really did seem to hiccup sorta between her legs about four times, and
the fishy smell got stronger, although by then he'd gotten used to it. She
was a lot damper down there, too. It wasn't dripping a WHOLE lot, but still
it WAS, but it wasn't all that bad. But for a few moments he was afraid now
SHE was spent. But she kept moving rhythmically. She slowed down some after
the hiccups or whatever it was, but she kept sucking away on him and soon
enough he began to squirm and wiggle his toes and oh boy, it was definitely
growing!
And as for Renee, well, she didn't know what had happened. She had never
even HEARD of such a thing. True, right after it happened she was very much
afraid she had just soaked poor Jeremy, but since he didn't say anything,
she guessed it was all right. She figured the thing that had happened inside
of her was mostly his doing, but possibly it at least had something to do
with what she was doing to him as well. So she continued doing it. Soon she
could feel his penis pushing against the back of her throat. She moved her
tongue and tried to take in as much of him as she could. It seemed to fill
her whole mouth and was very hard and very soft all at the same time. This
sucking him off wasn't so bad at all, she thought.
what she might have thought had she actually sucked him off is only
conjecture though, as he didn't really want her to to do that. It WAS
tempting, but no. He didn't want that. Not this time.
"Renee... uh, Renee? Renee!" He was tapping her on the shoulder.
"Wha-?" She let his penis pop out of her mouth. It whapped solidly up
against his abdomen, glistening with her saliva, primed once again.
"I think I'm ready" he said.
After assuring her once again that it would probably hurt some at first, and
after making sure she wasn't spent (she said it felt like it was building
inside again, so no, she WASN'T spent) he once again got behind her. He
grasped her hip with one hand and carefully inserted himself into the pink,
slippery dampness again, but again he only pushed a little past his tip and
moved it around with his hand, hoping she would get used to it being inside
her. It took an awful lot of willpower for him to do this. Once that warm
softness closed around the tip of his penis, the part of him not yet inside
felt like a fish out of water. All he could think about was pushing in as
deep as he could.
"I'll be as gentle as I can" he said.
He pushed, pulled back, pushed in again harder. Still something seemed to
be holding him back, he couldn't get in as deep as he wanted and it was
maddening. Pros take it slow, but Jeremy was no pro. He wrapped his arms
around her just below her breasts and started going at it for all he was
worth, like a veritable battering ram.
Renee started yelping and just wouldn't stop. It hurt. It hurt bad, and in
spite of some corresponding pleasure she was trying to gasp out that she
couldn't take it anymore, only she just kept yelping faster and louder. Her
breasts were bouncing about wildly.
Then something broke inside of her and he could feel the slippery warmth
closing around all of him. He was home at last, and due to not one, but two
premature ejaculations, he was able to keep going for a long time, at least
twenty or thirty minutes, while Renee was flooded with two more quaking
orgasms of her own, and then she was building towards still another.
But finally came the moment when everything was focused at only that one
place, for Jeremy nothing else existed at that moment. For close to another
minute he seemed pulled in deeper and deeper, then he could feel it coming,
there was no stopping it, it came with a rush like an ocean.
THE END
Thursday, Jan 21. Early a.m... We sat on a small couch. While Amy read my
final installment, then reread the entire story checking for continuity I
guess, we both sat primly as would be expected of proper young patients. I
didn't want to distract her while she was reading. She could have distracted
me, in fact I would have appreciated it if she had, since I had nothing to
do but listen to her giggle and snort, twiddle my thumbs and wonder what
might lie in store for me.
But finally she was done, so I asked, "Well?"
"Well, it sure was long enough. And you SAID there weren't going to be any
more accidents."
I did not say that. I SAID I'd finish the story, and I did. Although
truthfully I wasn't going to have Jeremy lose it a second time, but since
Amy said she didn't MIND oral sex I guessed I might as well put it in. And
that's what I told her.
And to that she said, "I don't mind it, (you know, oral sex), but that...
doesn't... Hey, wait a minute. Are you by any chance suggesting that I-"
"No I'm not" I said very quickly. "... Hoping maybe, ... but I mean only if
it's cool with you, if it ain't don't sw-eat it. Ouch! That hurt Amy!" (She
kicked me right in the middle of "sweat".) "Did I get Renee's orgasms
right?"
"How should I know? It was nice of you to think of her, though. How many did
she end up having anyway?"
"Actually, four. She had her final one along with Jeremy."
"Simultaneous orgasms. Wow. And on their very first try. Now that's really
something, you know that? I mean some girls can go for years without even
knowing they can have one."
"REALLY?"
"Really."
"Well... uh... have you... I mean... well..."
"No I haven't!!"
"REALLY? You mean... well, have you ever-"
"Let's just change the subject, OK? Now about your story. I want to know
about all that yelping. I mean that sounds very damn insensitive to me."
(REALLY? She has never... I'm going to have to look into this. But about her
objections.) "It only hurt at first and she had four org-"
"And another thing. Haven't you ever heard of birth control? Now I KNOW she
wasn't on the pill, so you're being very irresponsible. Really. You are! He
didn't care if she got pregnant or-"
"Oh, she did. And they had the baby and named it Billy Randolph, Jr. Then
they ran off to British Columbia. But what the shit, if I ever decide to
publish the story I'll be sure to say, "Now you must never do this sort of
thing without proper birth control and always brush your teeth after oral-"
Then she kicked me again. Actually, she kicked me pretty hard. I have a
small bruise just above my right knee. First time she kicked me in my calf.
She also took exception to pink, slippery dampness, thinking I should have
used at least four more adjectives and she was surprised I didn't use turgid
or magnificent in describing Jeremy's woo-woo. Well, I didn't use massive
organ either. Or symbol of manhood. And also she mentioned that if Renee's
breasts were still developing, toking them might be downright painful, as
they can be EXTREMELY sensitive. So I didn't know that.
And now that I think of it, I probably should have had Renee drain the bath
water and start over before she got into the tub with Jeremy because as
dirty and muddy as he was, well... oh, who cares?
Overall she liked my story though. And she asked me if I'd ever actually
done it. You know, with a girl. So I thought about saying yes, since I had
more or less indicated as much a few hours earlier, but finally admitted the
truth which is no.
Then she said she had just started thinking maybe I actually had because she
figured if I hadn't, I would have had Jeremy just stick it in and start
humping but when I wrote about him not even being sure what to do at first,
that made it sound like I must have really been in that situation myself,
else I would never admit to such a thing or even be aware that such a thing
could occur.
Actually, somebody else mentioned that such a thing could occur. As for what
it feels like, well, I read a lot.
So I'm hoping since I've admitted that I haven't, she will do it with me
pretty soon. Well, it couldn't take very long. I think I'm being very
realistic. But of course I haven't ASKED her about it yet. And I would also
like to ask if it's really true that a girl's thingamajinger automatically
adjusts for circumference, but she might consider a question like that the
same as asking if I could stick it in her. But I DID ask if SHE had ever
done it, since after all, she asked me. And she said she HAD, but the guy
was a real shit and it was over so fast she couldn't say very much about it
except that it was NOT good for her, BUT she was still hoping one day it
would. (Be good for her.)
I asked, "With the same guy?"
"That ass hole? Never again, not in a million years."
"But with somebody you like, you would, huh?"
"If the situation was right, yeah, sure."
So why shouldn't I hope? Although if I'm right about how long I'll last my
first time then it still ain't going to do much for her, but I think she
would understand, and once the novelty wears off and we finally get out of
this place, it could last a LONG time. Because I want her to have a good
time too. Really, I DO.
We did play Uno, by the way, and we continued playing after Bob made his
hourly inspection, only after the coast was clear, we put the cards between
us on the small couch and assumed our positions, facing each other with our
feet up on the couch. And the view was spectacular.
After awhile my legs got cramped, so I stretched them out. Which put my feet
about where her soft thighs met her soft buns. I wiggled my toes. They are
surprisingly sensitive.
So she stretched HER legs out until her left big toe was barely touching my
nuts and dared me to just try moving my feet toward her privates. Yeah,
well, I sure wasn't very far from her privates as it was. IT. Her pouting
sex. IT was SO tantalizing. Oh man! While her bush is lovely, IT was like a
magnet, but I resisted the urge, in fact, after awhile I carefully placed my
feet ATOP her thighs, which wasn't really all that comfortable. To tell you
the truth, it probably would have been more comfortable to have put my feet
on the floor but not as much fun.
I hadn't really had the opportunity to study between her legs. She DOES have
a lovely bush. Short, curly black hair. It doesn't cover her v entirely, but
I'm sure that's because she shaves it or something so she can wear bikinis
and revealing nighties without being TOO revealing. There is only a sparse
fringe of curly black hair surrounding her sex so I could see it all very
clearly. Well, not up into it.
For maybe a minute or so my feet remained atop her remarkably soft, warm
thighs. Then I thought, "Well, maybe I can get away with wiggling my toes in
her bush" so I gave it a shot. Only just as soon as my right big toe reached
her upper pasture, she punted my dick. But that really wasn't all that bad.
It was a lot better than getting my balls crushed, so after a few more
moments I let my left big toe get in there too. So she punted my dick again.
I protested, "I'm NOT in your privates!"
"It IS private" said Amy.
"No, THAT is private" said I, and to demonstrate, I actually TOUCHED the
upper part of her labia majora with my right big toe even though I ended up
with a slight cramp in my foot for my efforts.
In retaliation she grasped my penis BETWEEN two toes and began giving me a
foot job right there in the patient's lounge. So OK, my left foot quickly
dived between her legs and I gave her a really good toe job. Would I lie to
you? And all this time I was thinking there was no advantage in my having a
skinny dick. It was really amazing. And that's why we never did get around
to feeling off each other's behinds last night.
Now. About that story she wanted me to write. It seems she's pissed at
Barbara. The reason is because earlier today she had to submit to yet
another drug screen. Drug screens are just a fact of life around here. I
mean not only does everyone have to be screened as part of the admission
process, random screens are also sprung upon us without any rhyme or reason
throughout our incarceration. And these are not fun. I found out that much
when they first checked me in. I cannot imagine a more complete physical
than I received that day. I'd had check-ups before, but our family doctor
was a kindly sort and so I'd go into a room and he or the nurse would ask me
to take my shirt off, but that's all, so then I'd wait around awhile then
finally the doctor comes in and asks me how we are today and he'd look into
my eyes, ears and mouth and I'd say ah and he would stick that cold
stethoscope on my chest and back and ask me to cough a time or two, then
he'd thump me a few times like a melon, but he was nice about it, you know?
Then he'd unfasten my belt and start feeling around my lower abdomen some,
then he'd say, "Now we're just going to slip these down a minute" and he'd
check that out and I'd cough for him a couple more times and usually that
was about all there was to it. But they do things differently here. And
maybe I should start another paragraph. I'm not sure why, but it just seems
like I should.
So OK. The check-in physical around here goes something like this: Your
legal guardians have just left you and are headed home. The counselor picks
up my suitcase and tells me to follow him. (My check-in counselor happened
to be Arnold.) So we go into the examining room. Arnold closes the door and
then he says, "Get undressed." He needs to work on his bedside manner.
I assume he means I'm supposed to get down to my shorts, so that's what I
do, then I just sit around while he goes through my suitcase, only after a
little bit he glances up and goes, "I thought I told you to get undressed."
So OK, I get naked. Arnold's paying no particular attention to me, he's back
into my suitcase, but after about a minute he glances briefly and
disdainfully in my direction and goes, "Bring your clothes and put them on
the table." (By my suitcase.) So I do. Then with an even more disdainful
glance he goes, "You can go sit down now." (Like I was just standing there
wondering what I was supposed to do next.)
So I sit there for about ten minutes while he continues checking out my
suitcase, damn jock strap, underwear, socks, everything. I could have told
him right off I didn't have any dope stashed, but of course it wouldn't have
done much good. Then he checked the clothes I'd had on, then he checked me.
Did he ever. He did just about everything but look down my urethra. And the
whole time I was naked. I think he liked having me in that position. Not
that he actually tried anything ... well, maybe he did too. Like he had me
stand facing the examining table, then he told me to bend over and spread my
legs apart. So I think he actually WAS getting a charge out of humiliating
me. I wasn't REAL surprised when he shoved a latex-gloved finger up my anus,
but I was surprised at how LONG he poked around back there. Although I guess
it COULD'VE been worse, I mean he COULD'VE poked something else in, but he
MASSAGED my prostate. He said, "I'm checking your prostate gland." But the
prostate another erogenous area, and if you mess around with it, it can
cause an erection. And that's exactly what happened.
Then once he got through poking around, he handed me a specimen bottle and
told me to void in it.
I asked him, "You mean now?"
"That's what I said. Now. I have to see you do it." And see, I was
half-erect because of him massaging my prostate. Only he didn't say anything
about it. Me being half-erect. He just acted disdainful.
So I tried to void. Nothing. I strained. I wanted to get this over with. But
nothing comes out. But FINALLY I managed... one drop. Or maybe it was a drop
and a half, but whatever, it still wasn't enough. My penis seemed bashful
about peeing in front of a stranger. Sometimes it just gets that way.
So I said, "I looks like I'm not going to be able to piss right now. So can
I try later?"
He tells me to watch my language and try harder. You mean piss is worse than
VOID? And as for me trying harder, well, maybe that was the problem, I was
trying TOO hard. Performance anxiety. Whatever. But I tried to relax, only I
couldn't, not with old eagle eye watching me.
"Maybe if I could do it in private, I might get some" I said.
Uh uh. He had to SEE me do it. I know rules are rules, but I will NEVER
understand why when there was a bathroom right there in the room I couldn't
at least go in, close the door and pee. HOUDINI could not have slipped in a
clean specimen. But oh well, I shut my eyes and tried to pretend I was by
myself. Only my penis knew better than that. I'm telling you, it can be
STUBBORN.
Finally though, he said "we" could try later and I could get dressed. Had to
fill out some paper work. Not even ten minutes later, I had to go. Well,
since "we" needed to get a specimen, I announced that fact. Arnold's manner
seemed to indicate if I had to go that soon, I must've been holding out on
him. IT was, not me. But at any rate, back to the examining room we went,
lights flashing, bells ringing... well, we walked briskly. Then once in the
examining room, I pulled it out. And it saw that man. And changed it's mind
again.
On take number three we FINALLY got some.
But anyway. Amy said voiding into a specimen bottle is even LESS fun if you
were a girl. And after she described the process, I guess she's right. She
had to hold the bottle between her legs while standing out in the middle of
the floor under close scrutiny and her hands were shaking because she was
so, uh, pissed off, so she peed on her fingers and some ran down her leg.
And I wasn't going to say a single thing about Monday night, not one thing,
but Amy said if she knew for sure where Barbara would sit today during
group, she would gladly leave another specimen for her. So anyway, she
wanted me to write a story about Barbara. And I could put Arnold in it too.
Well, I told her I had trouble writing sadistic stuff, but she finally
convinced me to think of it as simply a valid means of dealing with
unreasonable and unyielding authority. And I didn't have to get really
sadistic anyway.
She said, "Just set their bushes on fire, OK?"
Imagine that.
After awhile it was time to say nighty night, so I decided to moon her,
mostly so she would moon me back. So I said, "Hey Amy! Look!" and I did it.
She said I have a nice ass. Although now I have I scar on it. Well, I'm sure
it's not permanent, although it still smarts just a little. But really, I
have TEETH marks on my right bun. She BIT me! I am serious!
Right after she did it, for a second or two I was just standing there in
shock rubbing my ass, (and she slobbered too) but as she was departing for
the night, she did moon me. Right before she reached the hall she bent over
like a can-can dancer, flipped up the back of her robe and wiggled her tail
at me. She has a lovely ass and I could once again see between her legs.
There really IS something awfully seductive about looking at it from the
rear. I wanted to study the view for awhile, so by the time I finally
thought about biting HER ass, it was too late as she was primly walking down
the hall to her room. Well, maybe later.
Thursday, Jan 21.. I wasn't able to get started on my assignment until 9:30
tonight, since from about 7:15 this morning until then I was under
protective surveillance in the quiet room again. Just another outburst in
group is all. I didn't mean to do it, but it happened.
Friday, Jan 22, early a.m.... So since I barely got started on my Barbara
and Arnold and Alan story, and because it might be a false start, I didn't
show Amy any of it. She understands though.
But anyway, would you like to hear about what happened tonight?
Well OK. We were talking and she had her robe up around her knees, and her
hands were locked behind her knees. We were facing each other, feet up on
the couch and as has been the case since Tuesday night, we were both naked
under our robes. She did have her robe securely fastened, but I could see
her pouting sex with it's sparse fringe of little curly black hairs. I could
also see the rest of her bush. I don't think I could ever get tired of
looking at that. And of course she could see my sex just as clearly. You
know what? She has never seen it NOT hard. I'm a little worried about that,
because when it's not hard it's pretty small, but she hasn't really teased
me about how skinny it is even when it's hard, so maybe she won't laugh if
she ever sees it soft. (She has seen it wilting but I have always gotten it
out of sight before it shrinks too much.)
At any rate, we just talked awhile and for a change we were keeping our
hands and feet to ourselves, then we heard Bob whistling as he made his way
down the hall on his hourly round, so when he checked in on us, we both had
our feet on the floor proper like and I'd shoved my erection sort of under
my right leg. We were playing Uno, looking normal as could be.
Then right after Bob returned to Command Central, she asked if she could sit
in my lap.
"Sure" I said brightly, "We'll just talk about whatever pops up."
"Something better pop up" she said, "because I want to bounce on it."
My penis almost lifted my leg right up off the couch. My breath was coming
in short, fluttery gasps.
With a perfectly straight face she asked, "You don't mind, do you?"
I shook my head no, I didn't mind at all.
"Well, I'll be right back. I've got some stuff in my room that might prolong
things a bit. Don't go anywhere."
I had heard of Prolong or something like that, I WAS ABOUT TO DO IT! In just
a few short minutes, I WAS ABOUT TO DO IT! Then a terribly disquieting
thought hit me, which was probably good, else I might have shot off on my
leg. Did I need a rubber? I sure didn't have one.
Soon enough she returned though and I could rest easy. She was on the pill.
Whew! I WAS ABOUT TO DO... oops. (Just kidding. I really, really WAS about
to DO it!)
"OK" said Amy, "now just let me rub it in real good" and there I sat in rapt
wonder as she opened my robe and rubbed some pink lotion into my bush.
Well, I had to ask. "What good is it doing there?"
"Trust me, OK?" She finished rubbing it in. It smelled funny, not really
bad, but not real good, either. It wasn't long until I couldn't even see my
poor little bush anymore, just a pink glob.
"Now we'll close your robe for a few minutes, then we'll get it on."
So for about three minutes I sat with my hands in my lap, trying not to
think about it, which was impossible, but I tried. I felt like I was about
to pop just sitting there. That stuff didn't seem to be working too well. I
guessed maybe it would go to work after I was inside her. And thinking
"inside her" almost did it too, but somehow I held out.
But finally it was time. She got up, lifted the back of her robe, popped
just my straining penis out of my robe, and sat down on it. I wish I could
fully capture the sensation as I felt myself slide in, but it was warm and
smooth and slippery, and I could feel her MOVING inside, and this was while
she was just sitting there! Oh WOW! Oh, the un-be-liev-a-ble feeling that
flooded my loins!
She pushed up a little. Then down. Up again. I went off. Did that count?
SHOULD it count? Ten seconds maybe?
It felt so wonderful, then it was over. I couldn't even believe it when it
happened. I mean, it couldn't have happened, it just couldn't, but when I
felt that wonderful feeling fading away, I knew all right. And of course I
was very crestfallen.
But she said not to worry about it, we'd try it again, she promised. Not
tonight, but we would real soon. Like possibly tomorrow. She said maybe I'd
better take a quick shower, but then to come back, she wanted to talk to me
some more before we called it a night.
Feeling better, I went to my room. I usually take my shower at night. In the
morning, you don't have that much time. I guessed if it hadn't been for that
lotion, I might have lost it before I even got it in. Still, I wondered if
maybe she wasn't supposed to rub it on my dick as well. Rubbing it in just
my hair didn't make much sense to me.
I stepped into the shower. I washed my hair. The hair on my head I mean. I
let the shampoo set in for a few minutes. While I was standing there with my
eyes shut, I washed my face, my chest, under my arms... you know, routine
stuff, while the blissfully warm water cascaded off my mid-section.
So it was only after I rinsed out my hair and opened my eyes that I
discovered all my pubic hair was gone. I waited over thirteen years for it
and now it was stopping up the drain. Even if I only worried about it for
about a year. But I still almost fainted. For a little bit I felt like
choking that girl. But then I started thinking how it wasn't going to be
long until she didn't have any pubic hair either, and I will be damned if I
didn't get stiff again. So I lathered up real good down there and REALLY got
stiff. It felt strange but very smooth, and I guess I got stiff because it
felt so different. It still looked weird though.
But before I shot off I stopped myself, got out, dried off, put my robe on
and wandered back out to the lounge. Amy was sort of smirking.
Very calmly I sat down and asked, "Since you first started growing hair down
there, you ever been without it?"
Still looking like she was about to bust, she shook her head no.
"Well, that shit you put on me, I'd like to see it and you can just open
your robe, because you are about to lose it all."
She sniggered. "It's just Nair.. and... I'm afraid it's back in my room. Let
me see what it looks like."
"Oh no. Uh uh. You're gonna lose your bush. Now go get it."
She suddenly looked serious. "You're never supposed to use it around the
vaginal area. It could blister, just like if you had any hair on your nuts,
I couldn't use it there, or between your legs, but-"
"So what about where-"
"But where I put it shouldn't cause you any problems" she continued. "I mean
I use it so I can wear a bikini, but if you would rather shave me than have
sex, I'll let you."
Well, since she put it THAT way...
"Now let's see what we got in here" she said and before I could say anything
else, she'd flipped my robe open and there I was, bare naked. I mean losing
your bush is nakeder than naked.
"Far... out!" she breathed, then her head dropped down into my lap and
before I could much more than gasp, she had it in her mouth! Then for a good
two or three minutes she sucked, licked and made buzzing sounds. Meanwhile I
curled and uncurled my toes, made gasping sounds and looked anxiously and
wild-eyed about for any sign of an approaching counselor. She even swallowed
my nuts. I swear! Just for a few seconds. Then she returned to my penis and
started licking and sucking mostly on my bulb. And then I felt it coming.
Sure didn't take very long.
"I'm about to cum" I said in a quietly urgent tone of voice.
She didn't slow down a bit.
I reiterated. "Amy, I'm telling you I can't hold back very much longer."
Which was true, as about five seconds later I had a truly remarkable orgasm
and damn if she didn't SWALLOW it, right down to the final squirt that just
about always comes after you thought you had everything in the Kleenex.
I was shocked of course. I wasn't upset, but I was VERY shocked. And I was
also looking forward to returning the favor, even if I wasn't thinking in
terms of doing it that very night. Only she WAS thinking I should do her
right then, so I did. Oh, I was shaking all over when I knelt down between
her legs, and when she opened them and pulled her pussy lips open wide and
asked if I could see it (her clitoris) I'm surprised I didn't just pass out
on her. But I saw it and I went to it. For at least thirty minutes. So now I
know for sure that girls DO leak. Very badly at times. I'm still not exactly
sure what it tastes like; I mean it's hard to describe actually, but it was
sort of bitter and sort of sweet all at the same time, which corresponded
pretty nicely to her being both very soft (AND pink AND slippery, it got
REAL slippery) (not to mention juicy) and... well, bristly. And while the
smell got fairly pungent, I got used to it. In fact, when she started
GRINDING her pussy into my face, I shot off AGAIN. Oh, and she admitted that
she really HAD experienced orgasms before, and she had another courtesty of
me. And she said it was pretty damn spectacular, too. Well, I'm glad to hear
it. And maybe NEXT time I give her one, she'll be kind enough to mention
exactly when it's about to happen, because I'd sort of like to watch it.
And in conclusion, well, you're probably not going to believe this, but
after I went to bed, I just couldn't go to sleep thinking about everything
that had happened not to mention what was going to happen, so after about 45
minutes I jerked off, very nicely, thank you, and then this morning I jerked
off again in the bathroom right after breakfast. It didn't take me but about
four strokes. And now I'm hard AGAIN. I mean WOW! This is fucking GREAT! But
maybe I'd better save it for tonight.
And I hope this was OK. Really.
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