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Greetings. Here is another story from the Mind of H.D. Meister. If
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Awaken Daemon: Virginity By: H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com)
Louise Smith was about as plain looking as her name suggested. Nothing
about her stood out. Her hair was brown. Her eyes were brown. She wore
very little makeup. Her clothes fit her perfectly, showing nothing more
that the general female shape. Her voice was plain, with none of the
sensual overtones of a seasoned veteran of the bedroom wars. In addition,
at age forty-two, she was also single. No children. And a good job as an
accountant. About the only odd thing about her was the very much valid
virginity she still possessed.
So it should not come as a surprise that she had only touched herself
three times in her entire life. And all three had been while she was
asleep. Once when she was thirteen, again when she was eighteen, and the
last when she was twenty-eight. As far as sex was concerned, she was a
true virgin. She had never thought about having sex. The only thing she
really wanted was to be successful. And so far, she had accomplished that
goal.
"So why am I so depressed?" She looked around her apartment. It was
furnished plainly, with nothing inside to suggest her rather large bank
account. In fact, a thief would have assumed a college student was barely
scraping by. Shaking her head, she returned to the book that she had just
started reading. A soft knock on the door broke her concentration.
"Yes?" She never received visitors, and only rarely ordered out.
"It's Donald Peterson. May I come in?"
She remembered the name and quickly put a face to it. He was a very
handsome young man of sixteen. His chocolate skin always seemed dusted
with an ashy haze, and his clothes fairly screamed nerd. He kept his hair
closely cropped, and was just beginning to show signs of a mustache.
"What can I do for you?" she asked.
"Well... Remember that computer you told my dad you were having
problems with? I'm sort of a wiz at computers. I was just wondering if I
could take a look at it."
Louise jumped up. Her computer had given her nothing but problems since
purchasing the blasted thing from a local dealer. Walking to the door, she
quickly set about disabling the alarm system and unlocking the four sets of
locks to her door. Although she lived in a fairly secure part of town,
caution was foremost. When she was finished, she opened the door. There
stood the young black male, complete with a light jacket, a black bookbag
that looked fully loaded, and a look on his face that perplexed her. He
was frightened.
"Come in. I'll show you to the computer."
She led him down the short hallway. It was not lit, but the evening
sunset provided enough illumination. Not that any was needed; there was
never anything in the hallway except the errant speck of dust that managed
to fall onto the thick carpet. She turned right and walked into her
bedroom.
"It's over there." With practiced ease, she flipped the light switch,
bathing the room in a soft white light. She let Donald go to work.
"One thing, Miss Smith. I talk to myself while working. So don't be
scared if you hear me running my mouth. It helps me think."
"Ok," she said with a smile. She left the room and returned to her
book. Out of habit, she reset the alarm and secured her front door.
True to his word, Louise heard Donald muttering and cursing at her
computer. It was vehement, making her blush. Still... she had done
nearly the same thing almost every night. She was in the middle of chapter
eight when she heard a victory yell. She bolted into her room.
"Finally!" the young male sighed. Louise looked at the sight of her
monitor, bright with the colors of the operating system.
"You did it!"
"Yeah. And it wasn't easy. Who built this? Some drunk blind man?"
"I bought it from Computer Central."
"Oh. That explains it. That guy does some of the worst work!"
Louise stood beside Donald as he explained what he did. Then he began
to explain what she could do to maintain her computer. She was listening
to his lecture when she felt herself getting dizzy. She closed her eyes
and saw the world burst into a swirl of colors.
"HEY! You don't look so good, Miss Smith."
"It will pass. It's been a long day."
"Why didn't you say so?! I could have come back some other time."
"No. Thanks. I just..." The world went black.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Donald standing well away from her.
His eyes scanned the room nervously, and small beads of sweat dotted his
forehead. She smiled weakly at him.
"I thought you'd croaked on me, Miss Smith." Something in his voice
alerted her to the true depths of his worry. She tried to rise up, and
immediately felt something glance across... OH NO!! She realized why
Donald had seemed so nervous. She had been playing with herself!!
She didn't know what to do. She tried to remove her hand slowly from
her soaked sex, but stopped as soon as her middle finger stroked her clit
once more. She flexed her hand slightly. Her middle finger was deeply
entrenched within her cunt! And Donald had seen it all!
"OH..."
"Look..." She watched as Donald slowly turned around. He was ashamed...
and aroused! Her eyes caught a glimpse of his hard cock in profile. It
was a definitely noticeable lump in his denim jeans.
And that's when the change happened. Years of never showing the
slightest interest in anything sexual suddenly gave way to an intense
desire to know what it felt like to have someone next to her body. She
tried to banish the thoughts, but failed. Every sexual though she tried to
push out had to be touched. And once touched, she hated letting go.
"Donald? Come here." Her words were little more than a whisper, and
thick with lust. When he didn't move, Louise found herself rising off her
bead. Her legs took her body, still partially naked, towards him.
"There's nothing wrong. I just needed..." Needed what? An orgasm? If
she had experienced one she was not aware of it. No... What she needed
was sex. And now. She had to convince Donald. But how?
"Miss Smith..." She heard the tremble in his voice. She didn't wonder
where it had come from; the rapidly hardening cock between his legs was
trying to control him. And she would give it all the help it needed.
She reached out and touched his shoulders. She felt him jump, and held
him tightly. Soon she was pulling him into her. He felt so warm, but the
clothes were getting in the way.
"Donald? You fixed my computer. I want to repay you. Please." Were it
not for the overabundance of lust within her voice she could have almost
dismissed the entire incident. That... and the fiery itch between her
thighs.
She waited an eternity for his reply. Then another. And another.
Nothing. Fear gripped her, forcing her to act. She slid her hands over
his shoulders and began removing his shirt. The feel of his youthful
nipples thrilled her. She played with them for a while before totally
removing the shirt. Overcome with lust Louise spun the youth around and
fastened her mouth on one taunt nipple.
"Miss... Oh shit..." His words cam in short gasps and bursts. She knew
he was getting aroused, and wanted nothing more that to feel him inside
her. Louise never gave a thought as to where these strange thoughts
originated.
She removed his pants, easily defeating the clasp of his belt buckle.
Pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, her eyes fixed on
the moving cock that sprung into view. This... thing... was going to
take her. Take her virginity. She knew that, and it aroused her even
more. The tingle returned to her nipples, and she felt the tickle of her
own nectar as it made its way down her thigh.
Louise rose, taking him gently her right hand. She hissed as the warm
flesh pulsed and throbbed. She glared into Donald's eyes, locking him in
place. What she was doing was wrong. What she was about to do was wrong.
But she had to do it. Leaning forward, she kissed the young male. Her
eyes closed, then jerked open as she felt his tongue enter her hot mouth.
How rude, she thought. Her attention focused on his tongue, and she
became aware that it wasn't as disgusting as she had always assumed. It
tasted of flesh. Warm and rigid, while soft and flexible. She wondered if
all of his... she stroked him gently. The flesh was hot, yet silky to her
gentle fingers. The tip was slick, and she found herself rubbing it over
his penis.
Donald grunted, moaned, and came. Louise knew what was happening, but
she didn't. She'd heard about male orgasms, but had never seen one. And
she had caused it. Her fingers on his cock. The joy she felt exploded in
her heart, exposing her already sexually aroused body to the radiations of
accomplishment. She sucked on his tongue, sliding her own over his
rapidly. When she felt his hands on her breasts, she broke the kiss long
enough to gasp.
Louise pressed her chest forward. His fingers sunk deeply into her
flesh, and she had the urge to feel his fingers on her flesh.
"Take them off," she gasped. He obeyed, taking off the plain cotton top
quickly. She blinked slowly as Donald looked at her face. She saw the
fear in his eyes, but it was quickly being swallowed greedily by the
inflamed desires his young male body possessed. As his hands stroked her
shoulders, Louise released his manhood. Shrugging off the fabric, she felt
his hands return to her breasts. The palms pressed her hardened nipples
back into her flesh.
"Everything?" Donald asked. Louise watched as he licked his lips. He
wanted to suck on her breasts! The thought brought a smile to her lips as
she nodded. His hands slid around her back and his fingers set about
removing the constrictive device. As soon as he succeeded, Louise added
the bra to her shirt.
"Suck on them, Donald," she whispered. Her hands snaked around his neck
and pulled him closer. She found no resistance as he planted his lips
against one stiff nipple. Soon his tongue began flicking over the nipple.
"Yesssssss...." Her hands pulled him into her, and she felt his penis...
DAMN! I'm still in my dress!!
"Take off my dress." It was a command, and again the youth obeyed
quickly. He slid the cotton fabric down her hips, and it was all she could
do to keep still. When the final gasp of cotton falling to the floor
expired, she opened her mouth. But his next movement cut off her words.
He transferred his oral attentions to her other breast... and let his
fingers slide up her thighs. She parted her legs, granting him access to
her center. Higher and higher the fingers traveled, never once leaving the
surface of her sweat drenched flesh. Once one finger touched her panty
clad mound, all resistance died within Louise.
She dragged him towards the bed, half-afraid he would change his mind...
halfafraid he would not. She pushed his mouth from her breast, then lay
back, stretching herself languidly on the sheets. She watched as Donald
twitched slightly. He pulled down her panties, revealing her lust bloated
sex. He licked his lips, and a thought found Louise's lips and made them
move.
"Kiss it, Donald. Please?" she begged. Her heart leapt with joy as the
young black boy settled between her thighs. Then his tongue touched her
clit.
"OH!" Her hips surged skyward, and her hands locked around Donald's head
and pressed his mouth into her sex. She was cumming!!! This is the thing
which had snuck into her those three... no, four... times. Pure
pleasure, mixed with just the right amount of pain. Heaven on earth! And
his tongue... It slithered deep into her virgin cunt, seeking something,
yet in no hurry to find it. She licked her lips... and another thought
blazed in her lust hazed mind.
"Spin around, Donald. But don't... Ohhhhh. SSSSssssss....." He did
not remove his tongue or lips from her sex. This had the effect of
literally screwing her with his now stiff tongue. And she loved it.
The maneuver was completed, and Louise gazed at the sight of a throbbing
cock inches from her lips. She didn't know what she was doing, only that
she wanted to suck on the offered member. So she did, planting one wet
kiss on its fire hot head. It tastes salty, and there was something else
there as well. It was stronger. Headier. Musky. It was him: Donald. It
was the scent of an aroused male. And she had brought this scent to him.
How gloriously perverse and delicious. And he was delicious; Louise ran
her tongue around the spit slickened flesh of his cock, greedily savoring
him.
And Donald was not some stone statue. His tongue and lips and teeth
were ravaging her sex with a gentle power. He nipped at her clit. He
slathered her opening with his tongue. Even his fingers were busy probing
deep within her. And though it all, Louise sucked his cock. Yes... I'm
sucking his cock!! What will his sperm taste like? Her answer came
quickly enough.
The first warning was the almost earth shattering tautness which ripped
his back rigid. Louise sucked deeply, and was rewarded with his thick, hot
seed. It was a deeper salty flavor, and silky to her tongue. Life. His
life. Pleasure. And she'd done it. No wonder those men keep at me! If
sex was this good...
Donald's cock exploded out of her mouth. It was still expelling seed,
splashing her face with it. Confusion was quickly replaced by pain, then
rapture as she felt him slide his still cumming cock into her cunt. No
more!! She was no longer a virgin. That word would not hang about her
neck like an albatross.
And he fucked her. Well lubricated, Louise enjoyed the pleasant...
Pleasant hell!! This was nothing short of ecstasy!! She was being fucked
by a young stud just beginning to feel the power within him. Instinct
whipped Louise's hips into Donald, and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh
echoed through the room. She heard her ragged gasps as he fucked himself
deep into her.
Then she felt it. Unlike before, this orgasm chose not to simply
appear. This one came with the thundering certainty of several legions of
heavily armored soldiers. She could smell the scent of sex in the air.
She could taste his sweaty flesh as she bit gently on his neck. And his
groans were the sweetest music to her ears.
Then the army was charging. She felt their passage in her nipples,
which slid over Donald's chocolate covered chest. Her mouth hung open as
she desperately sought air. She clamped down on his intruding member, and
the army surged forward. She could hear they battle cries, filled with
songs of conquests, pleasure, and victory. Donald must have felt the
charge as well, for his hips moved rapidly. With the strength of a
thousand men he pounded his cock into her, and she met each thrust with
equal fervor. Her hands grabbed his butt, and one finger accidentally slid
into his rear passage.
"OH SHIT!!!!!!.......," he cried. Then she felt his cock expand, and
was filled with his seed. And the army engaged her at that very moment.
I could get pregnant! It was only the briefest of thoughts, but it
lingered. Still she came, screeching in the Tongue of Lust. She fucked
her finger into his asshole, stopping only when Donald's own body could no
longer tolerate the extreme pleasure of a spurting cock still fucking a
warm, wet cunt. His back locked, and he ceased filling her with his
manhood.
Totally spent, Donald forced his body to perform one last move. He
pulled himself off of her, then plopped down beside her. Louise could only
think of her own orgasm... and the price she might have to pay.
Epilogue:
"You were right, dad."
"I know. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yeah..." There was a glint in his eyes most familiar.
"So long as your mother never finds out," his father said.
Donald watched his father walk into the kitchen. Find out?!?! Ain't a
chance in hell!! I just hope nothing fucks this up.
Louise Smith stared at her reflection in the mirror. In less than three
hours she had been transformed from an average woman into a sexual entity.
Her hair was still wet from the shower, and her cunt was washed clean of
Donald's cum.
She wondered if she could do it again. She began remembering the faces
of the men at work. And just as quickly, she discarded them. They would
talk. Donald wouldn't. He would be too afraid of his parents finding out.
She could...
Louise closed her eyes as one hand slid down her stomach. She knew
where it was headed. And she knew what she would do... IF she were still
awake after one more cum.
(dez187lm@hotmail.com)
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