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While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected,
for the most part) short stories and still retains enough of that character
that you do not have to read each one in turn to understand what is going on.
Think of it as a series of incidents in a biography. The sexual activity is
invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably
consensual, there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice,
defloration more often.
Chapter 6.
Anne Shimura
A week or two later Anne Shimura was up and about again, and
found that she liked very much now to have Dave's big hands open
her bra and take one breast in each palm and rub gently on the
nipples, holding the bra away with the backs of his hands. Her
face flushed and she gave little sighs as he did it. The absence
of his physical ministrations had given her an appetite for them.
Then Dave had Anne lie against the back seat of his car as he
loosened her bra and pushed it up. He put one arm around her and
held her head while the other big hand stretched across her chest
to touch both hard nipples at once and run up and down. As soon as
she started gasping from that, Dave put his tongue down her throat
and got her worked up enough that she squirmed in the seat. He
knew from the way Anne acted that he was getting to her, making her
wet between the legs.
Two weeks after that, in the middle of December, he passed
some kind of threshold, because when his tongue went in, Anne did
not fence and circle with it as she had before. She sucked on it.
She had decided that she would try to work off the feelings that
Dave had been giving her by being aggressive herself.
That drove him crazy. His tongue-caresses became more frantic
and his right hand dropped back down from her head so that both
hands could work on her breasts and drive Anne higher and higher.
That was the first night that Dave got Anne to lie full length
on the back seat of his car. He moved up between her legs and got
beneath the elastic of her panties. She started to object, then
she stopped when he left them partway down and used his fingers on
her. He spread her and stuck a finger or two a little way in. He
built her all the way up, with her saying: "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her arms
went around his big shoulders and her fingernails dug deep into his
shoulder and Anne bit him as the climax came on her. It seemed to
make him more passionate.
One might expect fingers the size of his to be clumsy. Anne
found them very skilled that night. She did not know if the skill
was natural or if it came from experience. If from experience, it
was not wide experience, from what she knew of Dave. But it may
have been deep experience, from truly satisfying another woman.
(She did not know then about Wanda, nor Irene nor Therese, not
until March; knew only that he had dated the first two, anyway.)
He took Anne into ecstacy on several more nights with his
fingers. In January, she reached another threshold. For the first
time she went beyond lightly holding Dave's thick tube through his
trousers, and took down his zipper. He softly broke off his kiss
and stopped the motion that his fingers had been making on her
upper stomach. He raised his head and looked down at her silently.
Anne unfastened the button at the top and spread the cloth
back as far as the belt would permit her to without unfastening it.
Then she held him again, one layer further in, and moved her hand
up and down. It was little different, but Dave tried to act like
it was to encourage her.
Sure enough, she tugged on his briefs then, to pull them down
enough to leave them at his testicles and expose all of his shaft.
It was dark, and Anne could not see if it really was as big as it
seemed to be to her hands. She only knew that she could not make
her fingers touch when she circled it.
She ran the ball of her thumb over the head a few times, then
held him firmly and moved her hand up and down, squeezing, and she
found his mouth again.
That motion gave his hunger for her a fire that he seldom had
shown before, and they passed the next few minutes in intense and
growing pleasure. Then he lifted his head and picked her hand up.
"We either have to stop that now or we will have to get some
tissues," Dave said to her. "And I really would rather not have
you stop."
That brought a quick smile to her, and she dug out tissues
from her purse.
"Should I put them over you, and put my hand around them?"
Anne asked.
"If you are willing, I think it would be better to use them to
clean up afterward... If you don't mind having to wash your hand
afterward," he said.
Anne didn't mind. It took only a few more strokes for what
seemed like a quart of warm thick liquid to begin to run out and
onto her hand. She used her other hand to mop it up as Dave gave
profound sighs of pleasure beside her. She used four tissues,
though she probably did not need that many. She threw them away at
a restaurant ladies' room on the way home, where she also washed
her hands.
But before she did that and after she was through the door of
the restroom, when Dave could not see her, Anne held up the hand
that had held him and sniffed it. The odor was pungent, but she
decided that she liked it.
David had pondered at times the fact that Anne Shimura was
rather short, barely five feet, and that he was rather large in
overall body and elsewhere, he had been told. He wondered if this
would create problems if he did take down Anne's panties -- as he
was sure he eventually would -- or if it would make things
especially good. But after tonight she clearly knew what she was
getting into, or what was likely to get into her.
******
To his loss and regret, though he wished her happiness, Wanda
Skolnik broke off the relationship with David Whitley and she moved
on to other boys.
But as Dave had learned, and the man she eventually married
now knows very well, Doug Shepherd was right that Wanda had strong
sexual desires and a talent for acting them out, however wrong he
was to say it in public.
Suzanne Elgin, on the other hand, had dated several boys since
September, and she had taken a couple of them between her legs. In
February she confessed to herself that even if she didn't like Dave
Curdie much now, she liked his type, and she took up with Ricky
West, another football player. It helped that he was good in bed
(or on blankets and back seats, really.)
Daniel Maczyk and Therese Robitaille also realized around this
time that while what they had was good, it wasn't great. Both felt
that they wanted to look for something better, and they agreed to
date other people. Neither one of them had an emotionally serious
relationship with anyone from then until the end of high school,
but Therese occasionally hooked up with David Whitley just for the
sake of sexual relief. At least until Dave started dating Enid
Weston.
******
Things stood unchanged between Dave and Anne for two months.
Anne was damned good with her hand, but Dave still wanted to go the
one final step, and he was sure that Anne did too. On a Saturday
in the end of March, Dave picked her up at six in the evening at
her parents' place. It was the first warm day that year, the first
real spring day, with no recent rain or any sign of it soon. The
temperature during the day was close to 80 and it was not expected
to get below 70 during the night. And the moon was almost full.
Dave took her to dinner at six, and they went to a cheap old
movie in College Park at 7:00. That meant that the movie ended
before nine, and Anne was not expected back before at least eleven,
and they could shade that some. (His curfew was midnight, and not
very strictly enforced by then.)
His car was parked some distance from the theatre, far enough
that Anne had wondered that he had not gone further in. When they
reached it, they had left all of the movie crowd behind. When Dave
took a blanket from the back seat, she began to see why he had
chosen that spot. She did not know, and never learned, the
significance of that blanket to him, or of the little red spot on
it. From there on there were stretches of grass and trees on the
campus for over a mile.
Dave turned to Anne with his blanket in one hand and holding
the other one out to her. Her almond eyes looked down, then she
nodded a bit nervously and grasped his hand tightly. She knew what
he had in mind and she wanted to go through with it.
They walked for a little distance until the street-lights and
the lights from passing cars were left behind. They could still
see; it was open space and there was a full bright moon.
Behind a stand of trees, he lay out the blanket on the grass,
putting the little red spot so it was to one side. He turned and
took Anne into his arms and bent his head. She melted against him.
That hungry submission of her body to his brought Dave to a full
erection in no time at all.
Anne opened her lips at once to invite him in. He entered her
mouth with a great passion and he soon had her into a state where
she might have collapsed at his feet if it were not for his strong
arms holding her to him and his hands cupping her buttocks and
propping her up. It seemed like she had become entirely boneless,
like some large jellyfish.
But to compensate for that, Dave seemed to have become hard
and rigid enough for both of them. At least in the part that she
felt pressing into her.
He relaxed his hold slowly, and Anne found her feet and slowly
sat on the blanket, still holding one of his hands. He knelt and
followed her.
They lay side by side, her head by his and her toes perhaps
midway on his calves. Anne raised one leg and put it over his
hips, pressing against him as they kissed. Dave rolled her over
and returned her kiss with interest, but lying beside her instead
of between her legs. That he was sure he was going to do later,
and in a better way, and there was time enough. He brought her
back into the realms of fire that she had known when they were
standing.
Then he touched the top of the frilly blouse that made her
look even more beautiful than usual tonight and he fondled her
neck. He unfastened a couple of the buttons, and when he had
exposed the golden-brown skin below the bra by an inch or so, Dave
took his head from her lips and kissed his way down, kissing the
flesh on the upper part of her right breast, then moving further
and putting a fingertip under the material of her bra. He put a
finger under the bra to bring one nipple to taut attention. He
moved more quickly now and used his lips almost roughly on her
nipple, with the force spread and evened through the stiffness of
the linen so that it did not hurt Anne but did give her a sharp
sensation. Anne gasped and her arms went up without her being
aware of it, to hold him there.
Dave continued now to ease open her blouse, before taking it
from her to lay to the side. Her hands lifted now to unbutton his
shirt, to pull it back and feel the muscles on his back and then
the hair on his chest. She took his shirt off and he placed it
upon her blouse.
It was only moments now before he had reached for her
bra-strap, and moments more before it was opened and his hands were
underneath and lifting it up. But then Dave lingered and felt her
breasts swell with her uneven breathing. He brought his large
hands around beneath the cups to cup her a little tighter but in a
far more personal way. He brought the bra off her shoulders and
cast it, too, onto the pile of clothing.
This was the first time that he had been able to give Anne's
breasts and nipples the sort of long relaxed and intent attention
that he felt they deserved. He showed her now how much his lips
and tongue could add to what his fingers could do. From the sounds
that she made, she appreciated it. She felt as if she might not
live through this night, but die of heart failure instead. But
soon it was not enough.
Dave kissed Anne between her breasts and moved down, across
her stomach to her waistband. He raised his head and his fingers
found the button at the top of her skirt and the zipper that lay
under it. He drew the zipper down until it unfastened at the
bottom and lifted the skirt in one wide piece to uncover her legs.
She now was covered only by a pair of white panties.
The skirt was not put to the side, since it would not be
harmed by having their weight on it or interfere with their
activities. His hands began to touch and massage her legs,
starting with the calves, then the back of the knees, the thighs...
And when his caresses reached the softest skin, that just below
the region covered by her only remaining clothing, the
innermost and
uppermost thighs, Dave paused. Then he moved further yet.
He placed the flat of his palm over that clothing and rested.
His mouth returned to hers and he flexed that hand, kneading Anne
in that most sensitive of places.
Her tongue danced with his and Dave now moved his hand inside
her clothing. The massage continued, with his fingers probing and
spreading her open.
Anne turned her head aside to whisper, "I want you to... go
on."
"I am prepared to use a condom -- certainly I will if you want
-- but I think your period is due soon, am I right?"
"Yes," she said. "Tuesday. I -- I should be safe. I want it
to be natural."
"Good."
He lifted her sweet little rear in one hand and took off her
last covering with the other one.
Dave fondled her secret parts openly with his hand and her
legs spread wide to receive it. He brought her to a swift and
strong climax, so that however the rest of this night went she
would have been satisfied once. Then he took Anne partway up
again, so that she was wet and ready for him.
Dave swiftly took off his slacks and underwear and put them to
the side. He raised his naked body and moved over hers. She
opened herself to him as he gently came down. Anne gazed up into
his face. He saw her twitch in sudden involuntary reaction when
the first contact came between the entrance to her hungry cavern
and his hot shaft.
Then he took his hand and carefully moved his knob between the
outer tissues to put her lubrication at the end and he pushed ever
so slightly. She gave way easily before him, widening without any
problem until he reached the hymen. Anne put a hand up to push him
further in, to finish the task of plucking her little Japanese
cherry blossom, but such was the strength in Dave's body that it
had no effect, and he may not even have noticed.
His hips and back rose again, and now he moved steadily up her
until they felt the barrier stretch and give way and her walls
spread wide and the long hard hot tube go far into her. He had
made her a woman.
She turned her face away from him at that instant, tilting her
head up, and her expression was drawn, but short of pain. Her hips
pushed against his to try to move him slightly further in or to
adjust the position to accomodate his size. But after that all she
showed was pleasure.
Anne reached out her legs to try to wrap around him, but his
hips were so big that she could not make her feet come close to
touching. Neither would her arms reach completely around him, and
her motor control seemed also to be gone. She flopped boneless and
submissive under Dave, with only her continual gaze on his face and
her cries of ecstacy to show that she was mentally present.
Again and again and again he forced his smoothly controlled
hips down until, as he was about to reach his climax, she shivered
and her vagina contracted impossibly further so that his pleasure
was increased yet more in meeting hers. Anne shuddered beneath him
as she felt his seed spill out in a soft warm rain on her
temporarily infertile and now deflowered garden.
After that night they repeated the performance on blankets,
and in the back of his car (not comfortably, and with no real
relief on her part) and once in a bed in his parents' house when
they were out of town.
Though the part of that night they most remembered was not
spent in his bed but in the middle of his bedroom floor. After
they had stood together and undressed each other slowly and
completely, Dave picked Anne up off the floor and brought her
slowly down onto his rampant penis and slowly sheathed it in her,
then took all of her weight in his huge hands, holding her by the
butt, and raised and lowered her. Her legs went wide and her arms
were around his neck and his sword was slowly inserted in her
scabbard and held there by gravity and her total relaxation. He
was very far into her and she was very tight. Her body was totally
surrendered to his strength. But he could not hold her in that
position long enough for them to finish.
--
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