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"First"
Henry Jekyll
It happens when both people are ready for it, even if one doesn't yet
know it, but some luck is involved as well. She had worked in the
department less than six months, cultivating a - correct - impression of
being organized and motivated. Their relations were cordial but polite,
and a bit formal. One day when no students or other faculty were around
for some reason, their talk had unexpectedly turned to pornography.
"I really can't see how anyone could read it," she had said. Marie, the
obsessive cleaning lady, had found a porn book in a trash can in the men's
restroom, and had brought it to her office to complain about students in
general, about how she couldn't believe the things they did, and about how
he, who had dropped by, should tell the Dean. He was the department chair
and had no intention of doing that. After Marie left he had tossed it in
her trash can. She had fished it out and read through it.
"Because?"
"It's so dumb! People can't do things like that, they don't look like
that, there's no plot, they aren't endowed like that, it's so, well, how
could anyone find it sexy?" He liked the way she stressed the word
"endowed." It showed what she was thinking but not saying. She had, after
all, read it.
"Well..." He let the word hang in the air a moment. "Porn is mostly
written by and for people who are horny anyway. It doesn't have to be very
artful or believable to work for them. But ..." Again he let the word
ride. "... there is some very nice porn. Call it erotica if you want.
The difference is the quality."
"But it's just sex! What's redeeming about it?"
"It needs redemption? "
"Now, you know what I mean. Do you think if you brought me some 'well
written' erotica that I could find it interesting?"
He didn't answer for a second, then said: "You know, as your supervisor
I don't think I should have an opinion on that."
"But seriously..."
"But seriously, trouble like this is something I don't need. I'll tell
you what I'll do, though. I can get you some better written erotica. If
you'll write a note saying that you asked me to bring it to you I will.
You might or might not enjoy it. Everyone is different. If you want to
talk about it later that'll be your call. I won't bring it up or embarrass
you."
Of course she wrote the note. Then she stared after him while he walked
back to his office. He got on line, printed off one of the very short
stories by the writer named "Deirdre," about a young woman who stumbles
onto a friend's hidden sexuality and discovers vast yearnings within
herself, and walked it back to her, all within about ten minutes. When her
mouth actually opened in surprise, his penis swelled. "This is an
interesting, intimate little story, almost minimalist." He wrote down the
web address and gave it to her, then left. The next few days he read her
note a dozen times, while he waited for the thing he had ordered, a used,
hardcover copy of "The Story of O." He handed it to her when no one else
was around. "This is better known, and a bit meatier. We once had a
friend we lent a copy to, whose husband tore it up when he caught her
reading it. You don't need to return it."
============================================
How does it happen that one is introduced to something she'd never
really thought about, but is then consumed by it as though she had been
waiting for it all along? She'd read the Deirdre story quickly, then
slowly, had folded it up to take home, then had read it again. She
fantasized that she was that young woman. She didn't talk with him about
it, and found herself wanting to avoid him. When he handed her "O" a few
days later she barely thanked him and shoved it into her purse. After he
left she started reading it in the office, then sneaked it home in her
purse. She read it in the bathroom, in the living room after her husband
was asleep, took it back to the office to read at lunch. She masturbated
to the first whipping scene. She hadn't masturbated since she'd married.
She liked sex, liked sex with her husband, but she'd never been obsessed
with it before. Now she was thinking of it during the day, imagining
experiences she'd never had. Late at night she logged onto porn story
sites and devoured them. She was chronically tired. She had no one to
talk to about this. The only one who knew anything didn't know the half of
it, and he never brought it up.
So finally, after just a few weeks really, she stepped through the door
of his office. She thought they could talk because it was after Fall
graduation, and while the students and most faculty were gone the offices
were officially open. No one else was around.
He smiled when he saw her, like he always did, but she was slow to get
her words out and the smile became quizzical. "I did read the stories.
They really were, ah, nicely written." She didn't know quite what to say.
Certainly not that she was always horny and couldn't get enough stories,
that she was considering things she'd never thought about. But she did
want him to know. There was a very awkward silence.
He broke the silence "I liked them, too. That's why I chose them." Some
more silence. "There's more that you want to say."
"Oh, no, nothing really."
She saw him move his eyes away from her, as though he were considering
something. He looked back. "Then I have one question. Did they arouse
you?"
She found she was holding her breath. "Well, yes. They did. But, uh,
in reality the whipping and branding and, ah, everything was a bit much. I
don't think people could really do that, not to that extent, not ... you
know." She trailed off, waving her right hand in a vague way.
"That's just fantasy. Real people get excited at a lot of things, but
they can be more vanilla things, too, sometimes barely sexual. Little
things can be doors into larger arenas." Talking like a professor.
"Like for example?" She was holding onto the door for support.
"Like for example." He rose and walked over to her. She almost
panicked, but he stopped a few feet from her. "If you were to go into the
bathroom, take off your bra and panties, and bring them to me, I would find
it very exciting, and I think that you might, too."
"Bring you my bra and panties." She was barely whispering. "No, I don't
think so."
"That's fine. But then let's stop this conversation." He sat back down.
============================================
She walked straight to the restroom, into a stall, and removed them.
She was shaking. Then she went back to his office, tried to muster a
smirk, and threw them to his desk while she said "Merry Christmas, big boy.
This make you happy?"
He picked up the bra and bit one cup, right where the nipple would have
been. He looked at her the whole time. Then he picked up the panties. He
held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. It was very quiet in there. "I
want you to close the door." She just stared, seemed incapable of moving.
"Do it now, please." She fumbled at the heavy old door, not a hard one to
handle, and ended up slamming it closed. After the reverberations stopped
he rose again and walked over to her again. He came in close this time,
then had a hand behind her back and one at her chin, and then they were
kissing. She let his tongue in right away, and sucked on it. He was
playing with her breasts through her blouse, tracing soft circles on them
with his fingers. She was against the door. He was talking. "I'm going
to do things to you. You won't like all of them, but you'll let me do them
anyway. Right?" She just nodded.
"Now, I'm going to give you some little tests. No one knows about us.
This isn't happening. If you object it'll really not happen. We'll go
back to how we were. But if you pass the tests there's a world of desire
waiting for us. Are you ready?" She nodded again.
"Put your hands back against the door, over your head, and don't move
them." She did it. He unbuttoned her blouse then took her nipples between
thumbs and forefingers and squeezed as hard as he could. She gasped,
closed her mouth and her eyes, made little squeaking noises in her throat,
but held still. He squeezed for almost a minute. She started banging her
rear against the door and shaking her head from side to side, but she held
her arms still.
He stopped, then sucked on her breasts, licked the nipples, nibbled on
her white skin, knelt in front of her to kiss her belly, tongue her naval,
give her little bites. He unsnapped and unzipped her slacks and pulled
them down. He made her spread her legs. Because her pants were around her
ankles she couldn't spread them straight out, so she had to hold her legs
in a diamond shape. It was an ungraceful pose, and she had to stick her
knees out and lean back against the door to hold it.
He put his face up into her dark, but sparse hair and sucked on her
pussy lips. She wanted to put her hands down on his head, but he slapped
her hard on her thighs and made her put them back. He half rose for a
second and whispered into her ear: "Do only what I say." The slaps left red
handprints. He put a thumb up into her vagina, slippery and reddened, and
worked her while he nibbled on the insides of her thighs. She was
breathing very hard, her breath coming out as high-pitched whimpers. She
was so hot.
"Now kneel down in front of me."
She knelt at his feet while he undid his slacks, and pulled them and his
underwear down almost to his knees. She looked a little off to the side,
rather than at his penis, and saw that one of his thighs was badly scarred.
Then she looked at his penis, which waved right in front of her, much
darker than his belly, curving upward from his almost straight pubic hairs.
She stared at it like it was a snake.
"Now you take the next step," he said. With his right hand he pulled
down his penis so it was pointing at her, while he put his left behind her
head and pulled slightly. Not enough pull to force her forward, just
enough to show what he wanted.
She wasn't an idiot. She knew what it meant to kneel down in front of a
man's dick. She swallowed twice, licked her lips. When had she started
breathing so shallowly? "Take it in your hand." She took it in her right
hand. It was very warm; the top side where she pressed it down felt bony.
She was looking straight at the hole, which held a tiny drop of glistening
fluid, and now she was aware of a musky smell coming from - she wasn't sure
where. But she'd never noticed it with her husband. She moved in closer
and breathed it in through both her nose and mouth. Again.
"Now pet my balls." He wasn't forcing her to commit all at once but was
giving her easy commands that led to one conclusion. She took his balls,
first linking her left thumb and forefinger around the sack above them,
then sliding her palm and fingers over the whole sack. The hair was almost
silky. She felt his testicles move on their own. She almost jumped, and a
shiver went all the way through her.
"Take it in your mouth." She stared at it for a moment, then moved up to
it, placed her lips on the head and licked it softly. It was slightly
bitter and sour. She moved back, then took it again. After a few licks
the sour taste was gone. The musky smell was stronger down here.
He was caressing her hair, pulling with very slight pressure. "Take it
in deeper, now." She did. She began moving her head back and forth over
the penis, but he stopped her. "No. Don't use your mouth as just a hole.
Do this. Make a tight seal with your lips. I don't want to feel your
teeth. Now suck. Yes, that's right. Take it in as far as you can. Keep
sucking. Use your tongue and the roof of your mouth and your lips and your
cheeks. Yes. Yes. Oh, that's right. Just move your head slowly back
until only your lips and tongue are in contact, then take it all in again.
Do it again. Tickle my balls while you do it. That's good. Keep doing
it."
This wasn't at all like the times she'd mouthed her husband's penis
during foreplay. It was much more intense, with sensations she hadn't had
before. She had never done anything so dirty. She tasted the rubbery head
and felt the soft skin on the shaft with her lips and tongue. The penis
was meaty and hot. She hadn't really known they throbbed so. She was
looking straight into his belly and hair, smelling that smell. She made
some sounds, little "mmph-like" noises, while he was silent except for his
breathing and the occasional instruction. There was no other sound on the
floor. She wanted him to take her to the couch and fuck her but was afraid
he'd want to ejaculate into her mouth instead. She was right.
He stopped her, using his hands on her head, grabbing her hair firmly.
"Now you're going to finish me. You're going to make me cum." She started
to pull back but he held her head. "Look at me. Look at me." She looked
up into his face. "We won't get this chance again. If you stop, then get
up and walk away. It's over -- permanently. You'll always regret what you
missed. But if you stay you do what I say."
He took his hands away from her head, and she didn't move away, but her
eyes had become watery and red. She sucked him in deeper again. He
stopped her and made her hold his penis in deep while he talked. "You're
going to suck me until I cum. But don't swallow it. Not at first. Hold
it in your mouth until I'm finished, then show it to me on your tongue.
Then swallow it all."
She didn't move away, didn't move at all for a minute. She eyes teared
more. She looked down so he wouldn't see. Her nose ran a little and she
snuffled. She really didn't know if she was still excited, but she was
afraid she'd be sick. Then she made a resolve and started sucking more
vigorously. His penis grew a bit wider and meatier and she felt it
pulsating more. He put his hands to her head again and held her head while
he moved his penis in deep, then back. "Keep sucking," he whispered. She
felt the penis moving more, not at all like a hose, as she had always
assumed, but like its own living thing, and then he gasped and moved his
hips and it shot hot spurts of snot into her mouth.
Not snot like she'd ever known, though. This was hot, and ropy, and
tasted faintly of something like clorox. The first spurt hit her in the
back of the throat and she coughed. Then she gagged while lesser spurts
came only to her tongue. She made a noise showing she was about the vomit.
"Hold it," he said between breaths, making his only groaning sound, all the
while holding her head again. "Keep sucking, lightly."
He was done in a few seconds, but held his penis in her mouth while her
gorge rose and fell. Only her sucking saved her. Finally he pulled out.
"Show it to me." She stuck out her tongue, covered with milky fluid, almost
losing it at that point. The taste penetrated her nose, her sinuses,
covered her whole mouth. "Now, swallow. Again. And again. Keep it down.
That's good." Swallowing helped.
Her eyes were wet and her nose ran, again. She kept swallowing and
opening and closing her mouth to expel the taste. No luck. She knelt in
front of him while he pulled up his pants -- tucking in his shirt -- then
fastening and zipping them and buckling his belt. He pulled her up and did
the same to her. She wondered what this meant. Something had passed. She
couldn't look at him. She didn't know what she wanted. He stared at her
for a minute, then opened the door and led her to the hall. "You have some
thinking to do, about where we're going. It is up to you. When you make a
decision, come talk with me." He went back to his desk, looked at her for a
moment, then turned to his computer. She had been dismissed.
===================================
Back in her office she fidgeted, sighed, cried. She was glad no one
else was around. She couldn't have stood it. She couldn't get rid of the
taste, the smell. Every time she blinked she saw the penis leading from
her mouth to his lower belly. The feel of it kept intruding. The smell
and taste of semen, though, were everywhere. She couldn't believe the
pungency of it. Anyone would know what she'd done.
She went into the restroom and washed her mouth out with water, then
drank some, but it didn't help. She pushed two fingers to the back of her
throat, but now that she wanted to she couldn't throw up. She went back to
her office. After a bit she walked to the soft drink machine, then went to
the restroom where she gargled again and again with diet Dr. Pepper, until
finally the taste went away.
In her office she sat perfectly still for a few minutes, her hands
clenched on her desk. When she turned to look at the clock, her breasts
moved and her nipples brushed against the cloth of her blouse. Then she
started crying in earnest, dabbing tissue after tissue to her eyes. Oh
what have I done? How could I do that? And he just pushed me out. Why?
She had to confront him, but walking around the hall to his office her
nerve oozed away and she went ever more slowly. Finally she was at his
door. He was working at his computer, a fern and some purple plant behind
him on the window seat. He looked up the moment she came through the door,
not as focused as he had appeared. She wanted to say all the right things,
but again started to cry. "How could you? How could you...?" He said,
"Shut the door." She just stood there, so he got up, walked past her, and
closed it himself.
He took her shoulders in his hands and turned her toward him. "Look at
me. Do it." It took her a minute to look up. He was staring into her
eyes. He had a soft and somewhat sad expression, none of the smirking she
thought she'd find.
"How could you make me do that?" she asked.
"I didn't. It was in your hands. You could have stopped any time. You
wanted to do what we did. Don't be dishonest. I just took things further
than you thought you were willing to go, but you were so wonderful and
willing." He stared into her eyes. She looked down, then felt his face
brushing the top of her hair. She didn't move. He was close, smelling her
perfume, then kissing her hair, then her eyes, then her cheek, then her
mouth.
After a few minutes: "But you couldn't wait to get rid of me afterward."
"No. I had to let you know that I am in charge when we are together,
whatever we do. And making you leave made the point. I want to do all
sorts of things with you, to you. I do. But you have to obey me, always."
"Yes, uh, master."
"That's enough of that crap. I don't want this to be like bad porn.
Call me by my name. Anyway, I didn't want to send you out. I wanted to do
this." He bent to unsnap and unzip her slacks. She went all goosey in her
belly. He pulled her pants down and helped her step out of them. They
were tight and it would have helped if he'd taken her shoes off first. He
unbuttoned her blouse and helped her out of it, too. This was the first
time she'd been completely naked in front of anyone but her husband, and
she was surprised that she wasn't shy.
She watched while he removed his own clothes. She thought he might make
her kneel down again, but instead he lay her down on the couch and knelt
between her legs. Her pussy lips were large, and now engorged. He sucked
both lips entirely into his mouth before moving to just the left side, then
to the right side. He moved up to her clitoris, and sucked it into his
mouth. She whimpered, such a delicious sound. It made his penis surge
again. He moved his hands up to her breasts, kneaded her nipples, moved
his nails softly around the breasts just outside the aureoles, brought his
nails softly down her abdomen to induce chill bumps, then pushed two
fingers into her vagina. Her eyes were almost completely closed and
swollen, her mouth open a little, and she was breathing in loud sighs and
moving her pussy against his face.
He put his left thumb into her vagina, which was very slick. After he
pulled it out he lifted her hips a bit with his other hand, found her anus,
and pushed his thumb into her. She grimaced and grunted a little, but
didn't try to stop him or move away. He used this grip to hold her still,
his face above her sex, until she stopped trying to move against his face.
"Stay still. Hold yourself still or I won't go on."
She groaned. "Okay, I will, I will." He continued sucking her nether
lips while she worked to hold her hips still. He moved his thumb in and
out of her ass, which must have hurt, as it made her go rigid and stop
breathing for a moment. Then he moved his tongue back to her clitoris.
She was delirious and made more grunting and little squeaking noises.
Finally she could stand it no longer and moved her sex against his mouth.
He rose from her. "No pleasure for those who don't follow orders."
"Oh please, please. I'll try. I'm trying."
"Say you'll be good. A good little girl."
"I will. I'll be your good little girl. I will." When she said that
the electric vibrations began, and she knew that she would orgasm in a
moment no matter what he did.
He held her down and licked her clitoris again and she came instantly.
She cried out so loudly that he looked around, in case anyone else should
hear her. He climbed on her and put his penis into her while she was still
moaning, and started to fuck her. She was still cuming, still gasping, and
when he began fucking in earnest she just turned her head back and forth
and panted: "Oh, no darling, I can't, I can't." But she could, and did.
And once again before he was finished. Then they lay together on the
couch, he on top. The room was spinning around her and she was holding
onto him to keep from falling.
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At home she sizzled. She was hesitant around her husband at first, but
then got kittenish. She dropped several things while making dinner. When
he commented wryly, she said: "I'm such a bad girl. Are you going to spank
me?" He grinned, whomped her on the ass with the newspaper, then put it in
the recycling bin and went back to the 6-p.m. news.
After dinner she curled up next to him on the futon, while he watched
"The Simpsons." Homer and Marge were naked in bed, and it turned her on.
She began to tickle his crotch. "Someone's sexy," he said, and started
playing back. In bed, she said "I want to try something different," and
she went down to his penis and took it into her mouth the new way. After a
few minutes he pulled her up, lay her down on her side, and fucked her from
behind. He fucked well and his penis was somewhat larger than the other's.
They used a vibrator and she orgasmed again, but it wasn't the same.
Later that night she lay quietly until he was asleep. She crept out to
the dark living room. Even now the feel and taste of this afternoon stayed
with her. She pulled off her panties. She stuck her left thumb into her
mouth and sucked on it, moving it in and out of her mouth, while she
frigged herself with two fingers of her right hand.
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