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Subject: {ASSM} (rp) JAMES Parts 1-10 (MFf+ rom)
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(C) Copyright 2001. M.C.
All Rights Reserved.
All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden.

This is a story that grew out of a story. And somewhere during
its writing, the characters took on a life of their own and I'm
letting them direct the plot.

Send all comments and suggestions to MikeC@NSpace.net

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James
Part 1. The Essay.

Chapter 1
   I knew I was in trouble when Mrs Cipola looked pointedly at me
and picked up my assignment like it had come out the wrong end of
a dog.    "James, I have always encouraged you to express
yourself through your writing, and while the prose is excellent,
do you not feel that writing about the sexual congress of a
teenager and his girlfriend is entirely unsuitable for
classwork?" The whole class was snickering, even the girls.   
Well, perhaps it did push the envelope a little but I was writing
about a couple's first love affair, a poignant moment that
required a bit of "skin", so to speak. I'm sure even Harlequin
Romances had much, much worse.    Mrs. Cipola obviously did not
read Harlequins much and she went on to berate my lack of good
taste and nonexistent social graces. I wisely said nothing and
fidgeted until she ran out of adjectives.    "Now, James, I know
this will NEVER happen again, and I will overlook this gross
infraction provided you submit a revised version by this
Saturday. Understood?" I nodded sagely as she ceremoniously tore
my missive into tiny pieces before dumping it into the waste
paper basket.    Thank god I kept a backup on my computer. That
still leaves me only two days to rewrite it, which should be
alright if I skip wrestling practice tonight. Week Friday would
be the State finals and Coach Wilson would not tolerate any more
missed practices. 

I was mobbed after classes by requests for reprints. Sammy had
emptied the trash bin and was trying to scotch tape the pieces
back together.    "Were they fucking?" Joey wanted to know.
   "Who's the girl you were writing about?"
   "How 'bout blowjobs?" My friend Joey again.
   "Is it your own experience?" Alan said with eyebrows raised
and a bit of respect. He was the only one I know in my class
who'd "done it" - with his older cousin who was visiting and he'd
been able to more-or-less substantiate it by caressing her ass as
they walked by us.    "Yeah, as if..." Brenda and her friend Sara
said together.    "Yeah, how'd you learn about it!" They ALL
wanted to know.    I was big for a 15 year old, and, although I
did have a little reputation with the ladies, I don't have a
current "steady" and, even when I did, a little above-waist
petting was all the actual experience I had. I had written the
piece as a love story and "borrowed" the sex from old copies of
Penthouse Forum my Dad still kept in the basement. But I'll be
damned if I was going to admit it. I put on my "still water" face
and stayed silent.    I waded through the crowd, my size coming
in handy for a change. I got on the bus and sat in the back and
tried to ignore the stares as they buzzed about my run in with
Mrs Cipola.    "Get lost, Joey." I growled when he tried to sit
next to me. He sat across the aisle and tried to catch my eye,
which at the time was fixed on JulieAnn stomping down the bus.
She crashed down beside me.    "You didn't write about US, did
you? I swear, if you told about us, I'll... I'll get someone to
beat you up!" She may be mad but she still looked great. Or maybe
it should be the other way around.    "Hey, you told me 'no
strings' when you broke up to go with Mark, remember? I KNOW you
told Brenda and her friends EVERYTHING we did. So..."    "No - I
didn't... I didn't tell them much... They just guessed, is all.
You didn't really write about us, did you?" She turned her charm
on and I started melting.    "Of course not. I will never betray
your trust..."
   "Oh, that's so great. I knew you won't do anything like that!
It's just that I had to be sure!" She hugged my arm to her little
breasts. Her warm, soft, perfect breasts that now has someone
else's paw prints all over them.    "So where's Mark? How come
he's not driving you home today?" Mark was the Senior twerp that
broke us up. It didn't help my cause at all that his Dad the
congressman bought him the meanest S2000 in the State and gave
him an allowance that had a comma in it.    "Oh, they're playing
a game out of town and won't be back till Monday." Mark was also
the star quarterback and is lusted after by all the girls. So
philosophically, it's understandable how a sophomore like Jules
would eschew all good sense and jumped when he asked her out. And
dumped me in the process.    "I'm sorry, James. I like you, I
like you a lot, but Mark is different, he's exciting and you
know, like, how all the girls are jealous of me? That's exciting
too!" Her warm body was still pressed against me and, much as I
hated the idea, my cock was hard and throbbing. JulieAnn did not
miss the fact.    "You're turned on aren't you? Do you remember
the last time we went out by the bluff? Ooooh!" She sighed in my
neck. I had managed to get her bra open and my lips on one sweet
nipple that night. But then she had to be home by eleven and as
usual, I had wasted all the time talking. She'd even hinted at
touching me 'there' too.    Then two days later, she broke our
Friday date and told me she had been invited to the football
party - as Mark's date. I was devastated and furious for a little
while but managed to pour all my frustrations into my practice
and matches. So, instead of making a fuss and getting beat up by
Mark's cronies, I ended up winning a berth in the State finals,
the youngest ever in my weight class. Perhaps not having to jerk
off all night after a session with JulieAnn helped too.    We got
off and I walked Jules home, old habit I guess. Joey tagged along
but wisely stayed his distance.    "Wanna come in and do
homework?" She asked.
   "No... some other time. I'd better head home and start
rewriting the essay for English." I didn't want her to see how
much I missed her. Joey rejoined me and we headed home.    "Shit,
that chick still has the hots for you!"
   "Oh, grow up, Joey pimplehead!"
   "Hey, listen. Can you get me ten or twelve copies of your
essay? I could get fifty bucks easy!"    I reached out to smack
him but he had already crossed the street to his house.    "Jerk!
See you tomorrow!" I called after him.

I was in no mood to work so I just ran off a copy so I could edit
it later and laid in bed thinking about JulieAnn. One thing's for
sure, I definitely have the hots for her still. I was just going
to head into the shower for some quick relief when the phone
rang.    "James? This is Mme Petitcoeur - I taught you French
last term, remember?"    Of course I remember. Mme Petitcoeur
caused a riot the day she showed up. She had a face that made
grown men swoon and women spit with envy. She was a strawberry
blond in her twenties and had the tall, willowy figure that said
model immediately. Except she was the coldest person I'd ever
known - she hardly smiled and, even when she did, it looked
forced. Every one of my friends lusted after her, then wisely
kept a respectable distance. Still she was a good teacher and I
enjoyed learning from her.    "Ah... oh yes... French... last
term." I mumbled in a daze.    "Remember I asked you to help me
with some moving? Are you still willing?"    "Of course. When?"
   "Now, if it's possible. I have a few pieces of furniture I
need help with."    "Sure..."
   She asked for my address so she could pick me up. I left a
note for Mom, telling her I'll be late.    Ten minutes later, Mme
Petitcoeur came by in a shiny white BMW. She was wearing a white
leather jacket over sweats and her hair was done up in a bun. She
looked gorgeous but I was afraid just to look. She seemed ill at
ease, nodded at me with a faint smile and took off as soon as I
got in. Not one word was said.

Her house was up in the hills and had a beautifully manicured
lawn. She drove up to a 2-car garage and inside was a Mercedes,
also white, also late model.    "Do you live with your family?"
   "No I live alone." Wow, stacked, and loaded too.
   She shook off her coat, and took mine. I took turns goggling
at her body and at the marble hallway we had just entered. It was
easily 60 feet high and had a sweeping staircase going both up
and down and a huge chandelier hanging from a rafter in the
ceiling. The rest was covered in glass and marble.    "Come with
me."
   She showed me the room, a study, where she'd bought the new
furniture. A desk the size of a pool table, a gigantic sofa set,
an easy chair plus miscellaneous lamps and side tables. The walls
were ceiling-high in bookcases but only part of the lower levels
were filled. There must have been 500 books there already.   
"Help me move this around." She grabbed one end of the desk and I
took the other. She was impressively strong, but the monster was
easily 300lbs and we had to take care not to scratch the floor.
We were both sweating freely before we were through. She took her
sweatshirt off and all she had on was a white sports bra. I was
gaping again.    She looked at me with a strange expression on
her face which I realized was amusement - but it only registered
in her eyes. Then she pointed at the desk and we got back to
work.    Beneath her smooth and unblemished skin, her muscles
rippled and flowed. I had never seen power so well packaged
before. She moved like a ballerina - making everything look
graceful and elegant. She didn't sweat, she glowed.    We finally
got the desk in place and we both sat down for a breather. She
offered me a drink as I stripped off my shirt, naked from the
waist up. She stood and appraised at me for a second before going
off to the kitchen.    Mme Petitcoeur return with my drink and a
towel which I used to wipe myself. We decided to tackle the sofa
next while we're still fresh. It was heavier and more clumsy than
the desk and it was a half hour before it was done. Her bra was
plastered to her skin and I could clearly see her dark nipples
through it. She seem unconcerned and even tolerated my frequent
longing gazes.    The rest went much easier, although it was
close to 8 when we finished. She took me to the kitchen and told
me I was eating dinner there and showed me a phone to call home.
So I called Mom telling her I was helping my teacher move
furniture and I'll get a ride back later.    We had spaghetti and
salad which seemed completely out of place in her palatial
kitchen with the professional fixtures and gleaming pots. There
was even two refrigerators there. She offered me soda and poured
herself a glass of red wine. The meal, however simple, was
delicious and the company more so. She asked me about my goals
and seemed genuinely interested when I told her I wanted to be a
writer.    "Do you have anything you've done for me to read?"
   I remembered the printout of my essay in my pocket and fished
it out. She reached for it.    "Er, it's still a rough copy. Can
I read it to you?" I figured I could skip over the racy parts if
it looked like she was going to be offended. She sat back and
said, "Begin, then."    I started reading and found myself
enjoying my own prose. I got to the part when they shared their
first open mouth kiss.    "... her lips are soft and yielding and
he brushes it with his own. He pauses to look into the deep
velvet warmth of her eyes. Again, his lips descends, like petals
testing the ripples on a pond, he wishes to share with her his
trust, his dedication and his love. Her hands reach around his
head and drew him in, needing to give her all to him."    I
looked up to take a drink and Mme Petitcoeur was sitting there
with tears in her eyes.    "Mme Petitcoeur, are you OK?"
   "Yes, it's beautiful. Keep reading." She whispered. Two large
teardrops began rolling down her face. I leaned over and dabbed
it with my towel. And for the first time I've known her, she
smiled, really smiled, her eyes gleamed and shone. It was
mystical, like the Northern Lights, magical and fascinating.  I
could not speak, I could not move, I was transfixed by the
magnificence of her beauty.    "Please, read some more... And
call me Nicole." I had never heard her speak like this either. It
was warm, sultry and intoxicating. "But I think we'd be more
comfortable in the living room. Follow me."    "Can I have some
wine?" I asked, emboldened by her sudden warmth. She fetched
another goblet and poured a healthy portion for me, refilling her
glass at the same time. Then she led me to a room with white
carpeting and white leather furniture. She leaned back against a
sofa and indicated I should sit at the other end, under the lamp.
She curled up with her feet under her. I had a hard time tearing
my eyes away from her. I could clearly see the outline of her
breasts and nipples. I sipped my wine slowly, prolonging the
moment.    "...All his being is focused on the junction of their
kiss. He hears nothing beyond the pounding of his heart and he
knows she is feeling the same. Tentatively, he touches her with
his tongue and is surprised to feel her reciprocate. Her soft
moans are urging him to take possession of her being." Mme
Petitcoeur shifted around and I could feel the warmth of her
shoulder next to mine.    "They kiss again, more comfortable with
each other now, warming  to each other's need. He feels a oneness
with her, he knows he will make her happy, for now and for ever."
I paused before the censured part that followed. Nicole was
crying again. Impulsively, I put my arms around her and she
leaned her head against me. My heart was pounding, giddy from her
nearness. For a long time I looked at her long sleek body curled
against me and savored the lavender scent of her hair. If this
was a dream, please god don't let me wake!    "Please,
continue... James." She says quietly.
   "...She takes his hand and places it on her chest. 'Feel', she
says, 'My heart beats for you.' And the thunder blankets his
brain. He feels the rhythm of her pulse, and also the heat and
her yielding softness. Its core crying out for his attention." I
got hell for that line this morning but Mme Petitcoeur said
nothing.    As I waited for a response, she shifted again, this
time to take my hand and press it against her breast. It was
soft, and filled my hand much better than JulieAnn's. She held it
there and squeezed my leg, telling me to go on. I took a few deep
shuddering breaths before I could continue.    "...With this
simple act, he realizes that she is offering her very physical
being. He touches her face, her eyes..." As I spoke, my teacher
took my hand and moved it as the story dictated. I tried a test.
  "...her nose, her lips..." This was not in the essay but Mme
Petitcoeur ran my hand along her nose to her lips.    "...down
her slender neck... and again, to her breast..." I was no longer
reading from the essay as I murmured instructions. The nipple had
hardened to tent her bra, I knew what I had to do next.    "She
places his hand under her shirt so that he can feel her hot
skin..." I ad libbed. Without hesitation she helped me slide my
trembling fingers under her bra, up the side of her soft full
breast, until I reached their engorged tips. Mme Petitcoeur was
shaking too, with fear or lust I cannot tell. Meanwhile, my
narration took on a life of its own and words stumbled and fought
to be uttered.    "He knows that she will not refuse him anything
now, that she is his to do as he pleased..." Nicole moaned and
arched her back, forcing my hand into her flesh.    "...In a fit
of daring based on the need to please her lover, she pulled her
blouse over her head..."    I watch in silent wonder as my
teacher/lover slipped her garment over her head. Her breasts were
ever bit as lovely as I had envisioned them to be. Smooth flesh
formed a rounded slope that peaked in dark, almost angry nipples.
I gently traced their pale white surface, testing the resilient
flesh. The woman beneath me writhed as I toyed around her
nipples, grazing but never making full contact.    I don't know
how long I did that but suddenly she was moaning, a long
plaintive sound from her throat. I closed my hands on her tender
flesh, roughly pinching her blood filled tips. She arched her
back to drive her flesh into my hands as I buried my face in
their fevered softness, kissing and licking whatever part of her
torso I can reach. She bucked wildly under me and gasped
incoherently as I nursed on an distended nipple.    The feeling
of control was tantalizing, as I pushed my hand downward, past
her rib, her taut stomach and her navel. She sucked her breath in
so that I could slip my hand under her waistband. I dove past
some flimsy underthing and felt soft fuzz. She held my head to
her breasts and moaned in my ear.    My hand now covered her
mound, my middle finger contacting her hot womanhood. There was a
stillness that was tangible as I poised on the unknown. Gently I
pushed my way into her burning core. I wasn't too sure what I was
doing but she seemed to enjoy it, so I experimented with little
back and forth action.    "Please... James, don't wait. I want
you. Touch me!" Her increased shaking told me I was doing it
right as I pushed a finger deeply into her. Her body humped and I
followed her rhythm.    Suddenly with frantic need my lovely
teacher pushed her remaining garments down to her socks and
kicked them off. She reached down and slipped a finger under my
pumping hand and started touching herself, her clitoris, I
figured, with small circular motions that moved in syncopation to
my pumping fingers. Her groans became more intense and her
stomach muscles rippled, then tensed. She pulled her hand off her
clitoris and held mine firm against her pussy, rubbing herself
along my fingers as her shudders gradually dissipated.    "Oh, so
good, so good..." She mumured as she turned to hug me. My hand
was soaked in her moisture and I wiped it on my pants before
returning her embrace.    "Thank you - you were marvelous." She
hugged me tightly. I said nothing, afraid of breaking her mood.
 Finally she turned her face up to me, "I want to make you happy
now. What do you want me to do?" She asked with a warm purr. I
responded with the obvious, "I want to... Can I LOOK at you?"   
She chuckled deep in her throat and unwound from our embrace. Her
movements were graceful and effortless, like drifting mist on the
grass, but it coalesced into the most gorgeous vision I could
ever imagine. She stood as if I was Michelangelo and she was
Venus de Milo and I just stared, totally unabashed.    She was
sleek softness, her body long and elegant with breasts that
filled dreams and fueled fantasies. And a face which now radiated
love and desire. I fell on my knees, somehow the most appropriate
position I can imagine. Holding her warm hips I leaned forward
and kissed her dark golden triangle, tasting the fluid that
dripped for me. My tongue sought to taste more. She moaned but
pulled me to my feet. Her eyes looked into mine.    "Let me LOOK
at you too, my Adonis..." She ran her hands across my naked
chest, teasing my nipples until they stood up. She rained little
kisses from my throat to my navel. Then she backed me to the
leather coach. I sat and she started pulling off my pants,
struggling to clear my erection. When I was completely naked, she
knelt at my feet.    "I'll try and make it good for you - but you
have to tell me what you want, alright?" Without waiting for an
answer, she leaned down and kissed the tip of my penis. A sigh
choked at my throat. It was like nothing I had felt before, it
was tender, it was electrifying, it was everything I had dreamt
about and more, a million times more. I started shaking and
almost came. She chuckled and kissed it again, her mouth covering
the top. I dug my nails into my palm to prevent myself from
losing it too soon. She seemed to sense my dilemma and released
me. She bent her head and kissed along the sides of my throbbing
shaft, her hand bending me this way and that as she caressed my
turgid stalk. Then I saw her tongue extend and she took a long
swipe just as her nails tickled my balls.    I yelled "Aaaah,
I-I'm coming!" and blasted a shot across her forehead and her
hair. She barely had time to place her mouth over me before I cut
loose with my second blast. And my third....    She waited till
my shuddering spasms quieted and then she stood and went to the
bathroom, where I heard water running. I was just catching my
breath when she returned, the light from the hallway illuminating
her head in a golden halo, I could not do anything but stare. She
was breathtaking. She knelt on the carpet and began cleaning me
with a warm cloth.    "I'm sorry James. I didn't expect it to be
this strong, I've never done this before."    "It was amazing - I
didn't think it could be so strong either." I was grinning like
an idiot.    "Then I was good?" She giggled like a teenager.
   "Without a doubt."
   I pulled her against me and we kissed. Our very first kiss.
She tasted of woman and sperm. I made a face.    "Do I really
taste this bad?"
   "Worse - it's like mouthwash with bleach." Her face screwed up
with the remembered taste, and I couldn't help but stare at her.
She looked so young and her beautiful face made me weak with
desire. Yet she is more than just a delightful vision, I realized
that I was seeing, for the first time, the warm and LOVING person
that is hidden under her daily personage. I kissed her again and
she returned it enthusiastically.    She put her hand on my
flagging cock and squeezed it. It twitched but I was sated for
now. Nicole seemed to have taken an interest in my cock so I laid
back, content to let her explore me with her fingers, while I ran
my hands over her perfect curves.    I was moving a finger lazily
in her warm moist hole when she again took my cock into her
mouth. I shuddered and started growing. She gave me a gentle suck
and looked up at me.    "You know, it's strange how the taste
grows on you. Intellectually, I know it's bad tasting but knowing
that it's you makes me want more. Weird." And she returned to her
tasting.    After a minute, she looked up from my now quivering
spit-covered erection and said, "I want the next part to be in my
bed." She tried to get up but I stopped her by scooping her up in
my arms. Slowly she relaxed, her arms around me and face in my
neck.    "No one has ever done that for me... It's nice. Warm,
protected... and owned?"    "Like a kept woman?" I had to laugh.
   "No, it's like having someone there to take care of you, and I
don't have to worry about anything at all. Sheltered, in a way."
  "Yeah, I'd like to be able to do that for you. A knight in
shining armor, on a white stallion, defending his princess."   
"And I can laze around all day and do my hair or something..."
She raised her arm and patted her hair. Then suddenly she flexed
and stretched to her full length in my arms. I can see the
muscles and tendons bunch on her body, pulling her breasts into
long teardrops. I gulped and staggered as my cock quivered for
attention.    "Oh god, I've never seen anything as amazing and
sexy as this!" I said after I got control of my senses.    "You
like?" She was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
   "I love!" I said with the utmost sincerity.
   She stroked my face and her eyes started to mist up again.
"You're so sweet..." She pulled my face down for a kiss that said
everything.

We finally made it to her bedroom, white, of course, with a
canopied king size bed. It even had its own TV and couch.    She
laid in the bed, naked but without any self-consciousness. I
could do nothing but stand there and drink in her heady
loveliness. She slowly opened her arms and I let myself sink in
them. With one hand, she reached between us and found my cock,
which had never lost its hardness, and pulled me into her.    I
was immersed in a sea of molten lava, which enveloped me and
caressed me with its pulsating bands of scorching ecstasy. I
could not help myself - I started pounding into her. I was wild,
uncontrolled and Nicole clung on with arms and legs. Every stroke
brought blinding bolts of pleasure, as I strove to delve deeper
into her core. All my senses were centered on the flow and ebb of
our union. Finally, in a bone shaking thrust, my penis exploded
and I poured my essence into her. Our pleasure and our cries
mingled until we were both shaking and spent.    An eternity
later, she rolled over to lie on top of me. Her face was flushed
and her perfect hair in disarray, the look of raw sex was all
over her. I started to say "I love you", but she stopped me with
a finger. Her smile said she understood as she hug me tightly.
"I want to tell you about myself so that you can understand why
this night is so special for me...", she whispered in my ear. For
a long time she did not speak.    "I married very young, not much
older than you are now, and my husband was much older. No - it's
not what you might think. What I did, I did on my own free will
and, if I could, I would do it again.    "You see, Gaston and his
wife were very kind to me and took me in after my parents died.
When his wife died, from cancer, Gaston was devastated. So, out
of a sense of gratitude and a sense of duty, I made him marry me,
hoping to give him a child to carry on his name.    "He treated
me very well - pampered me in fact, I think partly to make up for
the childhood I'd given up for him. He added a gym in the
basement so that I could work out, and the library and books when
I took my teaching degree through correspondence school. He built
a little paradise here for us, for me.    "I never did conceived,
he was already quite weak then. And two years ago, Gaston died.
So suddenly, I was on my own. I realized I did not know how to
cope with the world outside. It was scary and so I kept it out by
locking the real me inside.    "As you can can tell, I have no
financial worries - I was his legal heir and he'd left me very
well taken care of, so it was too easy to hide here and not have
to face the world.    "When you read me your story, it was as if
a door opened in my heart. I had dreamed of the kind of love Jen
and her boyfriend shared, it echoed my idea of a perfect romance.
So I knew you were the right person for me, to help me face the
world again."    "I'm not trying to coerce you into staying with
me. What we shared is given of my own accord. You do not owe me
anything and you can stay, or leave, as you wish. I think there's
a lot we can experience together but again, no strings."    "Next
week, I'll be resigning my job at school. It's not fair, but it's
the easiest way to avoid a scandal. I don't need the money and I
have a few things I want to try out anyways. IF you are still
interested, you can come here a couple of days a week, after
school, and we can... do things." She ended smiling wickedly.   
I held her and tried to sort things out in my head. The evening
was like a dream. Losing my cherry with somebody like Nicole WAS
a dream come true, and I cannot think of anything I'd rather do.
And I told her.    We decided on Tuesdays and Wednesdays because
it did not conflict with my schedule and still leave me time to
maintain contact with my school friends.    Then she drove me
home because it was already past 11 and it was a school day
tomorrow. I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow.


===================

James
Part 1. The Essay.

Chapter 2

I became dizzy every time I thought about my night with Nicole
and I wandered around dreamily all day. I was totally unperturbed
even when grilled for details about my essay and my sex life,
including requests for verification about the rumors which
claimed I had sex with pretty much every girl in school, if not
the State. Which of course left all the ones that I had not
bopped wondering why I skipped them. I was looking forward to a
glimpse of Nicole but her Bimmer wasn't in the parking lot at
lunchtime.    Just knowing that I had sex with the most beautiful
creature that ever graced this earth was enough to keep an
enigmatic smile on my face all day. That fueled even more
speculation and I wandered the halls to whispers and outrageous
suggestions.

After school, JulieAnn was waiting for me at the bus stop and we
sat together in the back, depriving Joey of another chance to
wheedle an uncensored copy of "The Lovers".    For some reason,
Jules was really talkative, and I let her jabber away, tuning her
out and simply enjoyed the warm companionship that we used to
share.    "Come home with me, I need to talk with you." She said
as she got off the bus. When he tried to tag along, JulieAnn gave
Joey a look that sent him scurrying in the opposite direction.
"Mom, Dad... Celeste. Anybody home?" She yelled as she closed the
door behind us. When there was no reply, Jules bolted the door
and made sure the back door was secure. It was getting weird, but
with Jules, I've learned not to ask questions.    She dragged me
up to her room, locked her door and clinched me in a fierce hug.
Then I realized she was crying. I held her and stroked her hair
until she calmed down.    "Oh, James, I'm SO sorry! I wished we'd
never broken up!" And she started crying again.    Gradually I
got the story out of her. Apparently, she had been limiting Mark
to some above-waist, outside-clothing action on their last two
dates and he's given her an ultimatum: put out, or take a hike.
He was coming back late Sunday and she would have to come up with
something by Monday.    "Why don't you just tell him to shove it.
He's no right to tell you that!"    "I can't. Then he'll tell
everyone that I've... we've... I mean, that, like, I'm still a
virgin!"    "So why is that so bad?"
   "'Cos I told Brenda that Mark and I did it last Saturday..." I
was floored, this girl wouldn't even kiss me until our fourth
date and suddenly she's bragging about being screwed on her
SECOND date? On one hand I want to slap her silly. On the other
hand... Hell, Mark hadn't even seen her tits. Hah! All of a
sudden, I didn't feel so bad.    "Well, you'll just have to screw
him and get it over with, won't you?"    "I can't - I want my
first time to be special. And... and... he's not the guy I want
to do it with..."    "You have somebody else in mind?"
   "Well, I was thinking, that maybe that person could be you..."
She trailed off.    "But what about Mark?"
   "He can go screw himself!" She brightened at her own joke.   
"What'll you tell your friends?"
   "That we've been doing it all this time and I dated Mark just
to make you jealous."    "But don't I have a say in this?"
   "Isn't getting my cherry good enough?"
   "Well, assuming I agree. When are we doing it?"
   "I spoke to your sister yesterday and she said they were going
out of town to a wedding until Sunday but you had to stay to
finish your essay. And Brenda will cover for me till midnight or
so..."    Talk about conniving. She'd been planning this since
yesterday! But I had to admit she had most of the angles covered.
   "That's so sneaky! I'm ashamed of you."
   "That means you'll do it? We could tell them you were writing
about us, then they'd know it's true!"

The next thing I knew, we were in my bedroom and she'd just
locked the door. Trapped!    "OK - what do you want to do now?"
She sat on my computer chair and avoided my eyes.    "Getting
cold feet?"
   "Yeah, kinda. It's scary!"
   "Why don't we do this, let's pretend we're at the bluff that
Saturday and pick up where we left off?"    "Oh, Okay, that's a
good idea, I guess."
   I stacked my pillows up on the bed and we sat side by side.
"Wow, look at the moon!" I said, pointing at my ceiling light.
"You never said anything like that last time!"
   "Well, if you don't like the view, maybe I should take you
home. I'm getting kinda bushed."    "OK, OK. Don't be such a
dork. Yes, the moon is lovely, OK?" I could smell her shampoo and
some unidentified flowery fragrance. I realized my heart was
beating fast.    "So you wouldn't let Mark touch you hey?"
   "No - he just likes to paw me. I didn't like it and I'm not
sure it did anything for him. It's like he just wants to put his
mark on me."    She put her head on my shoulders. "Can we just
look at the moon and not talk about unpleasant things?" I put my
arms around her shoulders - it felt really good.    "Jules, do
you trust me?"
   "Of course I trust you. What kind of a question is that?"
   "If you trust me, will you do everything I ask?"
   "OK....  You're not into kinky sex, are you?"
   "That's for me to know and.."
   "Me to find out, I suppose. Are you sure you know what you're
doing? I mean, I thought you were, like, like me... a virgin?"
"That's for me to know and.."
   "Me to find out, yeah, yeah. But you talk too much. If you
hadn't spent all the time yakking, we'd already... Mmmm-mmmm." I
laid into her with one of my better kisses. I started slowly,
just lips, brushing lightly, then as she softened, applied more
pressure, until she had relaxed completely, surrendering. I held
her, lightly flicking my tongue along her lips. She was moaning
and running her hand through my hair.    "Wow, that was heavy!
How come you never kissed me like this before?" Her eyes were
bright.    "I was too busy yakking." I said ruefully. She turned
my face and kissed me back. I felt her tongue jab at my lips and
we fenced for a long time. I slid us further down on the bed as I
kissed her chin, her neck. I started undoing the buttons of her
blouse, kissing the flesh as it was uncovered. I pulled the shirt
off her. She had a white satin bra with a pink ribbon in the
center. I kissed the exposed globes of her breasts as I felt
around for a catch.    Suddenly she started giggling. "I'm sorry,
I was thinking about the last time and it took you half an hour
to undo it! It's in the back..." She turned and kissed me,
allowing me to reach around for the hook. Fortunately for my ego,
I was a bit more successful this time and I worked the bra off
her. She crossed her arms across her chest.    "Oh god, I'm
scared, James..."
   "It's OK - there's nothing to worry about..." I kissed her
nose, her eyes, her mouth until she was moaning softly before
moving downwards. I lifted her right arm, exposing her pretty
little breast. I kissed it until the nipple stood up, then I did
the same on the other side. I squeezed one as I nursed on the
other. She was squirming now, squeezing and rubbing her legs
together. I held a breast in each hand and took turns worrying
her hard nipples with my tongue. Her eyes were closed tightly and
she was tossing her head on the bed.    Her legs were clinched
tightly together as I started removing her jeans. I had to use
both hands to shimmy them off her, taking her pink panties along.
She laid there, exposed. Her light blond hair was sprayed across
my bed and her grapefruit sized breasts glistened, topped by dark
pink nipples. Mark had no idea what he's missing!    "You're
beautiful, Jules."
   She glanced at me through the arm she'd thrown over her face.
"You're not saying that just to get in my pants, are you?" She
snickered at her own joke. "And can you stop staring at me?"   
"I mean it, you are so beautiful. Here..." I kissed her cheeks,
"Here...", her neck. "Here...", her sternum. Working my way down
to her sparse light brown bush. She opened her legs as I kissed
my way to her misty folds. She yelped when I slid my tongue on
her clitoris and her legs spread as I diddled it before tasting
her little hole. She was so responsive and sweet.    "Oh... oh,
ohmygod ohmygod..." she repeated. I gently split her folds with
my fingers and attacked her hard little clit.    "Arrghhh,
ohmygod ohmygod. Good, so good. Ahhhh", she was moaning over and
over again, her hands caressing my head. Suddenly she jammed my
face against her and came with a drawn out, high pitched squeal.
  I held her while she shook and murmured to herself and crushed
my face to her soaking crotch.    "Wow, that was fantastic! I had
never felt that way before..." I stood and took a bow.   
Suddenly, in a spate of modesty, Jules scurried under the
blankets and pulled it up to her chin. She looked at me with her
soft eyes, "Now what, Mr. Know-it-all."    "I was hoping you'll
help me take my clothes off."
   "Why can't you do it yourself?"
   "Trust me, it's better that way." I said levelly.
   She waved me closer to the bed and gingerly stuck a hand out
to unbutton my shirt. She groaned in frustration because her hand
could not reach.    "Dammit, James, are you gonna help?"  I stood
there, smiling, not moving.    She mouthed an expletive and sat
up, the covers falling away from her, her little breasts
shimmering sexily, and started undoing my buttons.    "I hope
you're happy, treating me like your servant." I was too busy
admiring her boobs to comment. She had knelt up in bed to remove
my shirt and I folded her in my arms. She sighed happily against
me as her nipples hardened against my bare chest. I ran my hand
down her smooth back and cupped her tight ass. Soon she was doing
the same thing to me.    "It's better if you take my jeans off
first." I whispered.    She started undoing my jeans and realized
I was staring at her naked body as she knelt on my bed. She
blushed prettily but did not try to cover herself up.    "You
know, I could pull this zip the wrong way and permanently maim
you."    "Then we'll have to get Mark to finish the job!"
   She looked daggers at me but finished stripping my pants off.
My cock was throbbing inside my underwear.    "Can we do this in
bed?" She said weakly.
   We stared at each other and I shook my head.
   She murmured something that sounded like "Pig" and gingerly
worked my shorts down. She sat back to look at her handiwork.   
"Oh my god, it's so big! Oh god! It's... HUGE!" I blushed at her
inadvertent compliment as she timidly poked it with a finger.
Then she touched it some more. I wrapped her hand around and
showed her how to move the skin up and down. Slowly at first but
increasing in confidence with every stroke she toyed with my
affections.    Her eyes glittered with lust as she watched my
reaction.
   "James, do it now... Do me before I lose my nerve..." Jules
scuttled over so I could lie down next to her. With a look of
finality, she clinched me. She was shaking like a leaf.    I held
her and kissed her, moving my hand down to her groin. She was
soaking wet but tight with tension. I caressed her responsive
clitoris until she started moaning. Then I inserted a finger in
her. She hissed in a breath and let it out in a loud shuddering
moan.    "Put it in me now, do it. I want it in me now!" She
clutched me fiercely as I frantically rolled a condom on.    She
shook all over as my tip entered her hot wet cunt. Her pelvis
started undulating as I pushed a tiny ways inside. I expected to
encounter a maidenhead but except for a most delicious tightening
of her hot moist channel, there was no blockage. Jules was
actively trying to work more of me inside her with jerks of her
hips and nails on my back. She was so tight and hot I wanted to
prolong the experience, but she wrapped her legs about my waist
and forced me all the way into the boiling cauldron of her sex.
 "Ohhhh, owww, hurts..., hurt... so good. So good..." She
murmured over and over. I moved in and out using full strokes,
watching her face. She shivered and moaned under me and I kept a
slow pace until suddenly my orgasm started coming on.    I
slipped a hand under her ass and fucked into her. Her eyes opened
wide with the new sensations and gasped into my mouth. We fucked
with short hard strokes that slammed our groins together and she
yelped with every stroke. I grunted in response, my sweat
dripping on her. She screamed her release and clenched her
vaginal muscles down.    It was too much, I ground my hips
against her and came in a torrent, my cock threatening to melt,
it felt so good. I shuddered and pumped, her hot sheath coddling
me and milking my seed out. I was sure the condom had burst from
my explosion. We shook with the release and we held each other
desperately until I slipped out.    I rolled off her and
extracted the limp rubber with its disappointingly meager load,
dumping it in the trash. I rolled over and she nestled on my
shoulder, her pussy clenched around my thigh. Her hand rested on
my stomach.    "Mmmm, I feel so full, so FUCKED." She murmured
and shifted, "Oww, oh, but it hurts when I move." I was content
to lie there and count her vertebrae, not trusting myself to
speak until the fireworks stopped going off in my brain. I got to
the end of her tailbone and my hand wandered to explore her tight
little derriere. She moaned and scrunched tighter against me.   
I managed to drag the blanket over us and we cuddled in the
coziness of relaxed sexuality. After a long while, she said,
"What time is it?"    It was getting close to midnight so we
reluctantly unwound ourselves. As we got out of bed she hugged me
again and said, "Thank you. I knew you were the right person. I
will never forget this." I held her hands and took a step back
and we looked at each other. She was glorious, golden tresses
down to her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with life and love. Her
attention dropped to my satisfied penis and she reached for it,
giggling, "It doesn't look so scary anymore!"    "No, it was
never scary, just lonely." She tilted her head as she digested
that, then slowly she bent down and kissed it. I grunted and she
kissed it again.    "I'll take care of you, sweet thing, you'll
never be lonely again..." With that she slipped half of it in her
mouth. I hissed in pleasure, "Stop - if you keep this up, we'll
miss curfew."    She looked up, her eyes saying, "So what?" but I
pulled her up and herded her to her pile of clothes.    "You are
so infuriating, James. I give you my cherry and in the middle of
a blowjob, you're worried about a lousy curfew?!" She started
pulling on her panties, slowly. Then she said quietly, "I love
you..."    "I love you too, Jules." Her eyes got moist and we
held each other for a long time.    "Ahem, the time...?"
   "Spoilsport!" But she did finish dressing and in the process
showed me some amazing contortions as she popped her bra on. She
was brushing her hair in the car as I took a long way around to
her house so that it could look she was returning from Brenda's.
  "Wait, let me do this..." She said as we got close to her
street. She skimmed off her panties. "This is my _other_ present
for you, just hide it somewhere safe." With that and a quick
kiss, she rounded the corner and into her house.


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Part 1. The Essay.

Chapter 3

Saturday dawned to an empty house but I was well sated. I thought
about the two delectable young ladies who had bestowed their
charms and their favors on me. I stretched and smiled. Life was
good.    Jules called about ten to say she missed me and she was
going to Brenda's "to do homework" - of the gossiping kind, no
doubt. And, she added, so I'd time to do my essay.    My Essay!
In my sexual stupor I had totally forgotten about the deadline. I
hung up, promising to call later and fired up the computer.   
Fortunately I already had some idea of what I needed to do to cut
out the more explicit parts and still maintain a smooth flow, but
my mind kept drifting so, instead of cleaning up, I found myself
dreaming about my escapades with Nicole and JulieAnn and pretty
soon I had messed up the story pretty bad.    I went down to fix
a sandwich and ate that before I tackled the assignment again. By
noon I had finished the rewrite and it did not seem to have lost
too much in the process.    I looked up Mrs Cipola's address and
drove over.

A girl of 12 of so opened the door. "Hi, is this the Cipola
residence?"    "Yes, how may I help you?"
   "My name is James Mitchell, I've come to drop something off
for Mrs Cipola."    Recognition dawned on her face, "James
Mitchell, as in English, as in 'The Lovers?'" she smirked,
showing white even teeth. I blushed even as I nodded.    "Come
in. Mom and Dad's out for the day." She backed inside without
taking her eyes off me, no doubt wondering what a sex-maniac
looked like up close. She let me by and closed the door.    "Hi,
I'm Amanda." And stuck out her hand. I rushed to shake it and
dropped the assignment on the floor. She gravely gave me a shake
and bent to pick up the essay. And started reading it.    She
could not be more than 5 feet tall and 80lbs soaking wet but
somehow she was making me fidget like a lost schoolboy.    "Which
school do you got to?" I ask, hoping to distract her.    "St
Mary's. It's a private school." She replied without taking her
eyes off the page.    "Oh, I thought you might know my sister
Erin. She goes to public school though."    "Hmmm, is this the
piece that almost made my mother faint?"    "Mrs Cipolafainted?"
   "Almost. It was more like choking and sputtering.
She told my Dad that you wrote as if you had experienced it first
hand and she got really worked up over that." She looked slyly up
at me, appraisal in her eyes. "Then she admitted that she really
liked reading it, the smut and all." She smiled, and even her
eyes crinkled up.    "Well, the way she told me off in front of
the class, you'd think I was lower than shit." She looked at me
and raised her eyebrows and again I felt like a kid in front of
her.    "Ahem, and you know you shouldn't let strangers in the
door. You never know..." I let the words hang, hoping to get some
of my own back.    "Oh, oh dear. I guess I'm at your mercy then.
Do what you will... but be assured I will never betray the
secrets in these pages. It will go with me to my grave!" She made
a dramatic florish and turned her back on me. Then I heard a
tearing sound.    "No, no - you can't rip it, your Mom will
crucify me!" I rushed around and she was hunched over, giggling
breathlessly. She brought one edge of the sheets to her lips, and
blew across it, making the tearing noise. I felt like the biggest
dweeb ever. Thank god she didn't go to school with Erin!    I
stood up straight. "Now, you've done it! Do you know what you
have done, Missy?"    "N-no, what have I done?" She managed to
squeak out between giggles, trying to look helpless. She had dark
blue eyes and, I swear, they twinkled at me.    "You have
incurred my WRATH, little girl, that's what. When I wrought my
wrath, even gods tremble!"    "Oh no, I am doomed. Please good
sir, oh pray tell me to whom I am addressing?"    I drew myself
to my full height and took a deep breath.
   "Behold all who shudder at his name, all who scamper like mice
from his might, all who cower in fear at his voice. Behold, it is
he! Dweebus the Ravisher!" I struck a a heroic pose and
flourished my rolled up essay like a sword above my head. Amanda
had dissolved in laughter again, doubling over as she cackled
inanely.    "Now, little girl, be prepared to be ravished! Do not
cry for help - for no one can save you now!"    "Help, help!" She
cries weakly, voice muffled by her own laughter. Waving her hands
in the air, pantomiming a damsel in distress. She had tears
running down her face and was having difficulty catching her
breath. I stuck my "sword" in my sweatpants and advanced on her
slowly. Quite menacingly, I thought.    She was choking from
laughing so hard and she knelt on the floor, holding her stomach
with one hand and pointing at my crotch with the other. My rolled
up assignment was lodged next to my erection and it looked like I
was hiding a sawn off shotgun in my pants.    I cracked up then
and we rolled around the floor laughing. I managed not to piss in
my pants but my stomach was cramping up like crazy. We laid on
our backs gasping.    Amanda rolled over on to her stomach,
"Well, Mr Dweebus the Ravisher, what happened to the ravishing?"
  "Er, well, I'm currently indisposed. Will have to take a
raincheck." I was too, busy wiping my tears and blowing my nose
and trying not to hiccup. She gingerly extracted the manuscript
from its hiding place and put it on the side table.    "I would
hate to see what Mom will do if she knew where it had been..."
And we wheezed a bit more again.    "Actually, I've already read
the Story. It's very good. Sexy and romantic." At my questioning
look, she continued, "I looked when Mom was recovering from her
shock. I'm a quick reader." She scrunched up until she was
resting her head on my chest.    "And you might say I'm a BIG fan
of yours."
   "I won't say that, you're at most a 80lb fan."
   "Oh my god, do I LOOK that fat? I'm a svelte 72lbs, if you
don't mind." She took the opportunity to drape herself further
over my chest. My arm ended up on her back, rubbing it. Her
little breasts were poking me in the stomach, not at all
unpleasantly.    "I'm all out of ravishes today, cuddling is all
I have." I temporized, not wishing to push things too much.
Without a word, she adjusted herself fully on top of my body and
kissed me.    It was a sweet, soft kiss - but what was so
wonderful was that Amanda put her whole being in it. As if
nothing else in the world mattered at all. And pretty soon,
nothing did - I was completely drawn into this simple act of
intimacy. Finally we came up for air.    "Hmmm, that's nice, but
I'm VERY new at this and I'm sure you can do better."    "Don't
shortchange yourself. If that was your first non-brotherly kiss,
then you're a natural. You're better than many others with way
more experience." I brushed a brown curl out of her face and
looked into her blue eyes. "You're doing fine, I love what you're
doing - just be yourself and open yourself to your feelings." Her
eyes shone and she kissed me again. This time she took her time,
turning my face until our lips fit together tightly.    "You have
an erection..." She whispered against my cheek. She must have
felt it down by her ankles.    "I told you I'm enjoying your
kisses." She rubbed her leg against me and giggled when I
twitched.    "Do I kiss like the girl Jen in your story? I had
tried to imagine what they were doing and how it must have felt."
as she gave me a light, lingering kiss. My cock patted her leg
again and she shivered.    "But I could never have imagined that
it would be this intense and sexy. It makes me horny..." Her
voice got very quiet at the end. "I'm so WET down there..." She
amended.    "Can I make a suggestion?" She looked up, I can see
the want in her eyes, waiting for me to make the move.    "Can we
go to the couch? Making out on the cold floor, right here at your
front door is one of my major turn ons, but my back is killing
me."    She choked on the laughter boiling out of her and punched
me in the chest. "You are SO insensitive, you ruined the mood!" I
carried her in my arms and took us over to the sofa in the living
room. I sat and she stayed in my lap, arms clinched around my
neck.    "Listen Amanda, I like you a lot and I think I know how
you feel about me. But what you need is an experience you can
cherish for a long time, and you'll have to take my word a
quickie is not the best way to start one."    We rocked silently
for a while and then she grabbed my head and kissed me again,
hard. Her little tongue bathed my teeth and challenged me to a
duel. Finally we pulled back.    She looked at me, "You know that
was the most sensitive thing I've ever heard from a guy... I will
forever remember this as the moment I fell in love with you." She
smiled impishly and stuck her tongue out and licked my lips. My
hardon attacked her ass with a vengence.    "Oooh", she batted
her long lashes at me. "You're not changing your mind are you? Is
that what you guys do? Sweet talk a girl, use her and then throw
her away like yesterday's newspaper, or kleenexes, or something?"
She twisted her butt in a very delightful way. "But I don't mind,
I want you to enjoy me and teach me how to enjoy you."    "I'm
already enjoying myself immensely." I paused for effect and got
punched for my efforts. "I am sitting here with a smart,
beautiful and sexy girl who trusts me and wants to make love to
me. It's my dream come true!" She nestled deeper in my neck. "But
what we need is more time and the right place. We will wait for
the right moment before we do anything."    "Oh you are such a
romantic. Listen, Friday's is a school holiday and, if you're
free, we can go somewhere... and I have babysitting tomorrow at
8... and, so why don't you come by at say, 9?" This little girl
had taken charge and I let her make plans for us. I was quite
amazed the changes this dimunitive 12 year old can go through,
from a giggly kid, to a sophisticated lady to a sex-starved
nympho.    "And we still have over two hours before my parents
come back... Can we DO something?"    "OK - but first you have to
promise that you'll tell me if you're uncomfortable, and you MUST
tell me what makes you feel good? Agree?" Solemnly she shook my
hand and we kissed on it.    "We have to stay here because my
bed's too small for the both of us." She confided.    I arranged
her along the couch and knelt on the floor. I kissed her face,
along her jawline and down her neck, nestling in the warm pit of
her throat. I followed the curve of her breast and lightly
touched her nipple through her clothing.    "Oh, that's soooo
nice.... Can I say something?" She said dreamily, "I'm scared
you'll laugh at my boobs..."    "No - I won't, as long as you
don't laugh at mine." It took her a second but she burst out
laughing again.    "You are the world's most UNromantic man! You
keep ruining the mood... Just when I'm ready to debauch myself
and let you put your filthy hands all over my body too!"    Then
she jumped up and started taking off her clothes, "And you talk
too much - remember who's the virgin here!" Finally she stood
there, fists on hips, daring me to look at her. And I did.    Her
breasts were just becoming nice handfuls and her pink nipples
stood high and proud, hinting at great things to come. A bit of
baby fat on her lower belly and hips but otherwise she was as
svelte and sleek as they came. Her mound was covered only with a
light down. I could see her glistening pussy lips and hints of
the pink secrets they hide.    Except for a small birthmark at
the top of her thighs, she was smooth and blemish-free. And as
perfectly sexy as anybody I've come across.    "James, can I stop
now? I'm getting REAL embarrased..."
   "No, stand there and I'll undress for you." I stood and took
off my clothes, carefully working my sweats over my hardon.   
Her breath caught as it waved and jumped in front of her. "My
god, that is so big! It's monstrous! You sure it will fit in me?"
   "Don't worry, you're designed for even bigger things," At her
arched brows, I added, "Babies, sweatheart... you have a dirty
mind. And we'll take things slow, we've got plenty of time."   
Dreamily, Amanda reached out and touched it. I moaned as she
smiled warmly and put her hand around it. "Tell me what to do -
your story did not cover this part."    "Just rub up and down,
ahh, that's good. A bit more... Oh yeah, higher." I showed her
the sensitive crown and the skin fold on the underside.  Amanda
happily experimented on me and soon I had to rest my hands on her
shoulders to stay upright.    "I have to... to sit now." I
staggered back to the sofa and she knelt between my legs, her
hand still sliding up and down.    "Wet it in your mouth." I
moaned. Without a word, she leaned down and wrapped her mouth on
my cock. My hips surged off the sofa trying to fit more inside
her hot, wet mouth. I could feel her tongue wagging around the
sensitive bulb and I could see her swallowing and sucking. I
pushed her head back.    "Too good - don't want to come yet. Rub
it on your breasts." I watched, mesmerized as she switched my
purple glans across her breasts and tweaked her nipples with it.
Then she held my shaft against her fleshy cones and rubbed her
body up and down against it. Her eyes were closed and she started
moaning.    "Touch yourself." She settled lower and slowly moved
a finger on her clit. Her moans became breathy sighs and she
shook delicately, still jabbing my cock into her breasts. I
waited till her tremors stopped. My cock had not softened the
slightest.    "I want to come in your mouth, OK?" She looked up
and smiled. Amanda pulled her finger off her pussy and rubbed it
on my erection before slipping it inside her mouth. She took
almost 3 inches of me inside her tight hot mouth and started
rubbing the rest with her hand. Her lips slipped up and down,
forming a tight ring that made me moan with sensation. I watched
her work on me, her eyes closed in concentration, lips stretched
wide to accomodate me. Then she started sucking and I could not
hold back. I cried out and pumped into her mouth. I could see her
throat working to swallow my sperm but a steady stream ran past
her lips and down her hands. I screamed silently as my body shook
and arched for another 6 or 7 spurts. I was practically wheezing
as I slowly came back to earth. This girl can give head or what!
  She had not released her grip on me and was watching me jerk
around. Then she bent down to lick up the sticky stuff she had
missed the first time around. I closed my eyes and fell back on
the couch, quietly relishing the soft touch of her finger, her
lips and her tongue. Finally she decided I was clean enough.   
"I think swallowing semen is definitely an acquired taste." And
she coughed delicately to illustrate the point. "It's tart and
tastes like chlorine."    "Yeah, so I've been told."
   "But watching you flop and squirm like that makes it worth the
trouble. And now I have a part of you inside me." She smiled and
rubbed her tummy.    I reached for her and we rolled back on the
sofa. I kissed her brow, her eyes, and worked my way to her lips.
She hugged me fiercely and her tongue lunged into my mouth.   
"Oww, I got chapped lips." She pulled away. I planted a soft kiss
on them.    "You were really great, I cannot remember ever
enjoying it quite so much. If I weren't such a gentleman, I'd say
you're a natural born cocksucker." Her face reddened and she
nearly floored me with a punch. Then she smiled, stuck her tongue
out and wagged it obscenely in the air. I kissed that too.    I
moved my lips down to her collar bone and back to her wicked
breasts, trying to fit an entire one in my mouth. I licked a
nipple as I teased the other with my thumb and forefinger. I took
some small bites around the sensitive tip and soon she was
humping herself against me and urging me down lower. I took my
time, lingering at her belly button and top of her mound,
worrying the thin wisps of down there. She had wound her hand in
my hair to try and improve my aim.    "Get your mouth on me you
are bloody killing me! Ahhhhh-hhhhhh" I softly kissed her tight
little folds. She smelled like grass after a rain, fresh and
sweet. I extended my tongue and her grip tightened on my head. I
slipped further in and I could feel the fleshy ring of her hymen.
Amanda was tearing my hair trying to get my tongue everywhere at
once, but after the blowjob she gave me, what's a bloody scalp?
 Her thighs locked my head tightly when I started licking her
clit. She had both arms wrapped around my hair as well. She shook
and rasped out her delight as I slipped a hand up to her breasts.
Then I sucked the little fleshy nubbin in my mouth and worried it
with my teeth and my tongue as she yelled hoarsely and shook for
almost a minute. We were soaked in her juices and sweat and
utterly sated.    I kissed my way back to her mouth and shared
her nectar with her.    "A somewhat naughty, saucy bouquet, with
great promise, wouldn't you say?" She giggled weakly in my ear.
 "And you sir, is a delightful cunniliguist. I cannot recommend
your services highly enough." We held each other while we caught
our breaths and our bodies tried to recover.    "Do we have time
for a shower or would I run the risk of being castrated by your
parents?" It was almost 5. We had spent the last 4 hours making
delicious love.    "Yes, shower, but my legs are still rubbery."
I collected our clothes and carried her upstairs to the bathroom,
pausing only to flip the cushions over to hide a few rather large
stains.    "Upstairs, second door on the left... I love it when
you hold me like this." She breathed into my ear as I trudged up
the stairs with my various loads. She nestled in my arms, stuck a
tongue on my nipple and draped her hand down to fondle me. Rather
expertly too as my knees threatened to give way.    "Hey, I'm
going to drop you if you keep doing that!" She giggled but did
not release me. I let her rub my erection, not seeing the need to
deprive her of all her pleasures.    We started the shower and I
walked in with her still clinging on to various parts of my
anatomy. Finally, she let me put her on the shower floor but her
hands stayed attached to me. I had the most pleasurable job of
washing her body as she hung on to my neck. I soaped her back,
lingering at her ass and her pussy crack. Then I did her breasts
and front. Then we used her body to apply soap to my body,
causing my prick to rear itself again. She had enough energy to
do my back and spent an inordinate amount of time soaping my cock
and my balls, then she did a taste test while soaping up my ass.
My cock surged again under her delicate attention.    She settled
on her knees and wrapped her tiny hands around me, kissed the
tip, then around the rim, gently moving her hands up and down the
stalk. She held it against her little breasts and rubbed my
juices on them, watching my face. With a small smile, she kissed
it again and I watched as her little tongue came out and lap the
sides and into the crevice between the skin. Then she place her
mouth over the angry red bulb and slipped it in. She did not take
me very deep, just past the fat crown, tightening her lips to
caressed the sensitised surface. I moaned and she hmm'd back,
rolling her tongue across the engorged surface of my cock. In
time with her hand, she bobbed her head, slowly gaining speed as
my hips jerked to try and force myself deeper. Suddenly, my balls
roiled and discharged everything it had in several gut-tearing
convultions. She swallowed and continued jacking until I had
surrendered all my cum into her mouth.    We were completely
spent after that and so I hugged her wet slippery body to me, as
I tried to dry the both of us. Finally I wrapped her up in a
towel and carried her to her room, which was done up all pink and
frilly with about a thousand stuffed animal. I tucked her in and
kissed her face as her eyes closed.


===================

James
Part 1. The Essay.

Chapter 4

I called Jules as promised and we arranged for her to drop by
later that evening. I made a big sandwich and ate that in front
of the TV as I tried to sort out this incredible week - and the
lovely ladies who played such a major role in it. I could not
conceive of a way that could resolve the situation without
hurting one or more of them - and frankly, I did not want to lose
what I shared with each one of them.    I was plagued with guilt
feelings but I was too selfish to do the right thing, whatever
that might be. So I did the next best thing - I ignored the
problem and went to sleep, setting my watch alarm for 8 o'clock.

I felt more refreshed after my nap, even though my body ached
with the unaccustomed exercises I had been demanding from it. I
desperately needed to get back into shape. I went through a 10
minute limbering up process and took another shower.    The car
went with Mom and Dad so I drove the minivan to pick Jules up.
She had a jean jacket over a matching skirt, which only reached
halfway down her thighs. I stared and she dimpled at my reaction
as she pecked me on the lips.    "James, do you mind of we don't,
you know... screw tonight? I'm kinda sore down there." She bit
her lip and blushed. "I would if you want to, but we could do
other... things."    "Don't worry, Jules. I'm happy with whatever
you want. How 'bout something to eat and we can pick up a video?"
She leaned over and kissed me again, letting her hand drop on my
thigh. She squeezed and my cock received a sudden flow of blood.
  "Careful, don't start anything you can't finish!" She giggled
but behaved herself all the way to the mall. Over burgers I asked
her about her "homework" with Brenda.    "I told her that we were
back together and then I had to tell her a bit about last
night..."    "Why?"
   "Well she said I was walking bowlegged..." She giggled
delightedly. "I told her you were really big and I could barely
take you. And then I'd hurt for days afterwards."    "Stop, I
don't think my ego could take much more!"
   "Well anyways, Brenda sort of filled in the rest. She said,
'And you dated Mark because of that?' So I just nodded. And she
tried to get more details but I said I couldn't talk about it
because it got me too horny." She stuck her tongue out at me and
smiled, "And I was too, every time I start thinking about you I'd
get all hot and bothered and my boobs and my pussy starts
throbbing."    "Are they now?" She nodded her head firmly.
   I tried to wipe the grin off my face. "But first, we got a
couple of stops to make..."    I took her to a drugstore.
   "Are you ready for this?" I asked.
   "For what?"
   I picked up a 12-pack of Trojans and handed it to her, along
with a ten. "You pay for it."    She turned beet .red when she
realized what it was.
   I waited until she shuffled off. I stayed well back and
watched her squirm under the calculating eye of the matronly
cashier.    "My god, that was the most embarrassing moment of my
life... It was hell!" She was gasping and shaking against me as I
rejoined her outside, "Next time I'll just shoplift!"    "Wait, I
forgot the change!" Sure enough the lady at the cash was waving
her back, I could see them talk but I couldn't make out any
words.    "She said you look like a nice boy and hope you'll
treat me nice my first time!" She blushed. "But she said next
time, you should get them yourself." She giggled.    Then she
looked at me and said, "But it's a wicked feeling knowing I'm
doing it FOR you, sort of grown up and sophisticated." She rubbed
herself against me in a most unsophisticated way as we wandered
arm-in-arm in search of a video place, mindlessly enjoying our
closeness and new-found intimacy.    She started looking at
videos and I stood up close behind her and hugged her, my arms
across her midriff. The shelves provided some cover so I slid my
hand under her jacket and up. To my surprise she did not have a
bra on and her nipples were already hard and pulsing. I started
teasing it and she ground her butt against my cock.    "Fuck the
video, let's get out of here!" She hissed.
   I grabbed her hand and rushed us out of the mall. We jumped in
the van, breathless from exertion and need and locked in a hot
wet kiss. Then she pulled back.    "James..." She slouched low
against the passenger door and slowly eased opened her leg and
lifted it up. In the gloom I could see a widening damp spot on
her white panties. Thank god there were no people around.   
"Just touch me... gently..." She moaned dreamily as I rubbed my
thumb over her panty-covered wetness. I found her hard clit and
rolled small circles on it. She was moaning and twitching her
thighs around my hand. She pressed her cunt against me and shook
as she climaxed. It took her five minutes before she opened her
eyes.    "Oh, that was good. You got me so hot! Hmmm..." Then an
evil smile came to her face. "Well, thank you for a lovely
evening. You can take me home now..." I looked at her
incredulously and she burst out laughing.    Still giggling, she
plonked herself on my lap, adjusting to avoid crushing my
erection and wound her arms around my neck. "You shoulda seen
your face, my poor baby," and kissed me tenderly. "Mama will look
after you, don't worry!"    I lisped out, "Oh, you women, you
just take and take, then discard us like a kleenex. I... I feel
so USED!" She buried her head in my shoulder and laughed and
chortled and laughed some more. Then she kissed my neck and bit
me.    She swung around to straddle me. A dreamy look came over
her as she rubbed her pussy on my straining cock, locking my
mouth in a hot kiss full of tongue and promises. I slipped my
hands under her jacket until I had command of both her little
titties, fingering them in time to her moans.    She reached down
and unzipped me and carefully took me out. After a bit of
fumbling and swearing, she slipped my cock around her panties and
a bit into her steaming vagina. She hissed in pain and
frustration.    "It hurts..." With a grunt she drove down on me.
The heat and friction was incredible, I wanted to ram her down
but she was sobbing in pain as she gingerly lifted herself off
me.    "Oh god, I'm sorry, I can't do it. I want to so much but
you're so bloody big..." She collapsed back on her seat shaking
in her frustration..  I struggled to replace my pounding hardon
and she stopped me. "Give me a minute, OK?"    "You don't have to
do this..." I couldn't believe I said that.    "I want to, OK?
Just let me rest a bit..." So like a dweeb I sat there, my
flagpole waving in the breeze, waiting for security to rush in
and arrest me with cameras flashing. I knew she was fine when
Jules pointed at it and started giggling.    "You're hurting his
feelings!" She burst out in a fresh giggling fit but with an
effort she stopped. She slithered over to my dejected cock.   
"Hi my pet, lonesome tonight?" She bent it towards her face and
planted a big sloppy kiss on it. She started lathering it up with
her tongue.    "You know I went to sleep tasting you all night.
And when I woke up all I wanted to do was this..." Followed by
another wet kiss that covered the entire top. I was amazed that
there was still life in the old soldier, what with all the
fucking and sucking it had been through lately. But like a
trooper it perked up and aimed straight for JulieAnn's lips. She
happily mouthed it and hummed around it.    I placed my hand on
her neck and she obediently struggled another inch in her mouth.
Just over halfway in I bumped into her throat and she pulled off,
eagerly jacking it up and down with her hand. She took a deep
breath and sank down once more on my cock.    "Oh my god." I
moaned as I felt her throat accept me. Like a little cunt, it
stroked me and surrounded me with a velvety heat. Encouraged, she
immersed herself at her task, each stroke taking more of my shaft
into her hot mouth. I started shaking, not sure how much more I
can take.    Suddenly strange noises alerted me to my
surroundings. Someone was trying to get into the car next to us.
Jules froze with half my cock stuck in her mouth.    "P-people,
car" I grunted out, feebly gesturing at the mother and two
children who were opening doors and putting their shopping away.
Thankfully from their angle they could not see Jules hunched over
my lap.    Jules slowly slid her mouth off me, licking it softly.
Then suddenly she plunged back down, forcing me into the heated
furnace of her throat, swallowing wildly until her chin dug into
my leg and her rasping breath was in my pubic hair.   
"A-arrrggggr," I moaned. My entire cock was drawn deep into the
wet vacuum of her throat. She pulled back and dove down again,
not stopping until she hit bottom. In two blood draining strokes
Jules brought my load boiling up from my balls.    I could barely
strangle my scream as I came. The mother was peering curiously at
me, and I pretended to be asleep while trying to make my grunts
of lustful delight sound like snores. She must have thought it
was a horrible nightmare the way I was jerking about.    The
family took off in a squeal of tires and I got back to the
serious business of pumping into Jules' little throat. I cried
out, trying to force more blood into my cock, so that it could
burrow deeper into the soft caressing tissues of her throat. I
shivered and shot, then shivered and shot some more.    Suddenly
I realized that I had my hand in a death grip on JulieAnn's neck
and quickly let go, she pulled up gasping for breath and
coughing. She looked accusingly at me, wiping away tears and
blowing her nose with the tissue I sheepishly handed her.   
"Jeez, sorry Jules, I'm really sorry, I got carried away. I don't
know what came over me but when you did that..." I sighed.    She
ignored me, looked at my now deflated cock and bent down to give
it a kiss. "I'm not talking to that brute," pointing up at me,
"but we had a wonderful time, didn't we?" And sucked my cock back
into her mouth. The damned traitor stood up and gave her a feeble
salute before drooping again.    "Oh, my poor baby's tired. Go to
sleep now..." She tucked my penis back in my pants and patted it
before resting her head on my chest.    I did not say anything,
luxuriating in the tingly interlude after an unbelievable orgasm
with a gorgeously hot woman.    "It was wild!" Jules finally
said, breathlessly, "It was so NASTY, I've never felt closer to
you than right now. I could FEEL every part of your thing inside
my mouth and then, like, those people not five feet away! What a
trip!" She shivered with forbidden delight, "I'm soaked again..."
She slipped her panties off and handed them to me, "Dammit James,
you better buy me some new panties!"    She turned and perched
her little ass on my leg and grabbed my hand, thrusting it in her
crotch, "Feel!" she ordered before she started kissing me. Her
hole was running with fluids and she started shaking as soon as I
inserted my finger. I was afraid of hurting her so I gently
frigged her, but she had other ideas.    "Harder, god, harder!
Fill me up! Fuck me, you bastard." She screamed as she opened her
legs and jammed my hand against her, "Ohmygodohmygod, so good.
Fuck me! Oh Fuck me..."    I pulled her face to me and stifled
her screams with my mouth as I forced two fingers in her tight
hole. She went wild, riding my hand and screaming her pleasure
out. The whole car shook and I just prayed we weren't attracting
too big a crowd.    Finally Jules slowed down and sank on my
chest. I used her panties to wipe some of the moisture from her
abused hole. It was red and puffy.    "Owww, it hurts!" She was
silent for a bit, "I kinda went crazy back there didn't I? Man,
but what a trip!"    I cannot agree with her more as I disengaged
us and got the car started. The cinema was emptying and the
parking lot was filling up with people.    Jules ducked down,
trying to make herself more presentable. Her position had hitched
her skirt high and I could see right up her legs, her thin blond
thatch and the most tantalizing view of her little pussy.   
"Hubba hubba!" I grinned at her. When she realized what I was
leering at, she mouthed an obscenity and stuck her middle finger
out at me from between her legs. I burst out laughing and
collapsed on the wheel giggling and wheezing. Tears poured from
my eyes and I had difficulty catching my breath. I had to go to
the bathroom bad.    She straightened up and fixed her lipstick
in the mirror, ignoring my plight. I was just getting some
composure back when she announced, quite officiously, "Home,
James!" I almost died right there from laughing so hard.    But I
really had to take her home, it was almost curfew. I went to bed
totally exhausted and added a second pair of Jules' panties to my
collection.


===================

James
Part II. In Training.

Chapter 5


I woke up Sunday morning knowing what I should do. I got dressed
and dialed the phone.    "Hello, Nicole..., er, Mme
Petitcoeur..." I suddenly got this cold hollow feeling in the pit
of my stomach and my bright idea was no longer that brilliant. My
anxiety got worse as the silence dragged on.    "Hi... lover..."
She said with a sexy chuckle. My insides had turned to jello, but
the sun shone, birds sang and the world was fine again. I let my
pent up breath out in a whoosh.    "Can I ask you a favor? Can I
come by and use your gym?" It came out all jumbled together, but
to her credit, she did not hesitate and promptly agreed.    I
hung up after assuring her I could find my way there.

= = = = =

I drove past the gate and pulled up in the circular drive of her
big white house. It was even more impressive in the daylight. She
stood by the door and I handed her the white roses that I had
picked up on the way over. She looked at them and her hands
shook.    She threw herself at me in a fearsome clinch and gave
me a long soft tearful smile before pulling me inside and closing
the door.    She looked at the floor. "Thank you James, It is
very sweet and thoughtful.... I'm overwhelmed..."    I leaned
forward and kissed her cheek.
   "I only want to make you happy, my princess." She smiled
again, to a chorus of angels. She stood there in a white halter
top and chinos, looking so incredibly young and vulnerable, And
so amazingly sexy. My heart was pounding, bells were ringing in
my head and I couldn't breathe. I was afraid I was drooling.   
Suddenly we were kissing, her breasts pressing into me, my hands
mauling the firm flesh inside her pants. We stripped our clothes
off and I lifted her, wrapping her legs around my waist as my
surging cock found her moistness. She sank down on me with a moan
and started bouncing on my raging penis. All around us, lewd
images of our coupling danced on the glass and mirrored surfaces.
   She tightened her grip on me, driving my cock into her
womanhood. We ground our sex together, trying to milk the last
bit of pleasure from our fucking. Time stopped and nothing
mattered except for the supreme bliss we were sharing.    "Wow!"
we echoed each other as the last delightful tremor went through
our body and we regained some awareness.    I carried her over to
the living room where I laid her down. She looked dreamily up at
me and stroked my leg. She laid there, allowing me to drown in
her breathtaking beauty.    "I will never tire of looking at
you..." I said, "I only wish I could show and return the joy you
have given me. My princess." I knelt at her side and buried my
face in her soft belly. She stroked my hair and cried some happy
tears as she pulled my face up to hers.    "I am yours, forever.
You can look or do with me as you wish. My Knight." I kissed her,
gently, our lips barely touching, and it spoke volumes of what
our furious lovemaking could not.    I knelt at her side, our
arms entwined and rested my head on her soft breasts and we
savored the gently afterglow of our climax, until a numbness in
my leg told me I'd cut off the circulation to them too long.   
"Nicole, I need to use your gym. I need to get back in shape."
"Your shape is fine", she murmured, putting my hand on her sex. I
did some cursory exploration and she started getting wet again.
 "I have an important competition soon and I'll be up against the
best 63-kilos around. I have to be in the best shape I can be!"
 "Will it improve our sex?" She snickered a little, then a pause,
"My god, that's perverse. For ten years I did not even think
about sex and now... now I'm obsessed with it! After you leave,
all I do is dream about making mad passionate love with you.
Nonstop." She sighed but let me drag her up and she took me down
the long sweeping stairs.    I was busy ogling her delicious
backside when suddenly she stopped. I looked up and drooled some
more. She had easily the best equipped gym west of the
Mississippi, with four different Nautilus machines, power
joggers, rowers, bicycles, steps and dead weight benches. They
all looked new but well used. An AV system, sauna and a whirlpool
completed the setup.    "Wow," I said, after taking it in, "I
think I'm gonna come."    She chuckled and cupped my cock, "Not
on the carpet, dear."

= = = = =

Once started, she was all business, putting me on her own regimen
but doubling the load and the duration. She kept me company on
the machines and I had an eyeful watching her lithe body work
itself up a sheen.    I pushed myself for an extra 15 minutes to
make up for the evil I'd done to my body. Finally, I staggered to
the whirlpool where my lovely siren had been soaking. I plopped
down beside her and let my temperature equalize. I put my head on
her shoulders and she opened herself so I could lean back in her
embrace.    She caressed my chest and then she said, "You have a
girlfriend, don't you."    "Ah, yes. Well, we had sort of broken
up before but we made up again." She tightened her arms about me
to stop me from turning around.    "James, I think I already knew
you had a girlfriend when I let what happened last Thursday
happen. I'm very sorry if I caused you any problems." Her tears
dropped on my back. I dreaded where this conversation might be
leading.    I broke free of her arms and turned to face her. Her
big eyes were brimming with tears and it tore at my soul.   
"Listen, Nicole" I grabbed her hands and said fiercely, "I wanted
it to happen as much as you did, if not more. What I did, I did
of my own free will. What I GIVE, I give of my own free will. I
want to be with you, you are kind and sweet and I cannot have a
better teacher than you - in every aspect. We are RIGHT for each
other." She held me tightly and I did not let her go.    We
blubbered a bit more into each other, then we went for a shower.
I told her a little about Jules, how we were enjoying discovering
and experimenting, "Nicole, I like Jules, even love her, but with
her it is a very close, very intimate friendship, but not the
head-over-heels, earth-shattering type of love I feel for you."
She turned to me and held me.    I ran my hands down her soft
smooth back and without warning, my cock sprang up between us.
She took a step back, eyes glittering at my unexpected erection.
 e"I see what you mean..." She held it in her hands, then let go.
I was afraid she was mad at me. "We cannot let you come now - you
have to eat first, otherwise, you can't replace the muscle loss."
She said matter-of-factly. As difficult as it was, I had to defer
to her expertise, considering what a marvelous job she had done
with her own musculature.    As a consolation, she let me finger
her to a languid orgasm, since her fluids were so much easier to
replace.    She wanted to go out for food so I got back into my
sweats and jeans. She put on a white dress and decided a bra was
unnecessary. The hint of her dark nipples was incredibly exciting
and I was afraid she was going to be attacked. By me.    She
offered the Bimmer but I chickened out, not having driven
standard before. So we "settled" for the Mercedes S-class, now
THAT I could handle.    We went down the other side of the hill
to the town there. It was a blast, driving with the sunroof back
and the best looking woman anywhere sitting next to me. I swear
everyone looked admiringly at us - at one of us, at least.    We
parked at the restaurant and Anton the maitre d' called her
"Madame Petitcoeur". She introduced me as "My dear friend Mr
Mitchell", with a slight emphasis on the "dear". That earned me a
"Monsieur". It was all terribly impressive and I resolved not to
disappoint her.    I was happy to let her order for us and I
ended up with a bloody-rare 18oz rib steak while she had a slab
of pink salmon almost as thick, with salad greens and baked
potato. And red wine. There was just a little smalltalk as we
wolfed down the delicious meal. I would have been happy with
fries and a pop with the company she offered.    At the end of
the meal, she just told the waiter, "Put it on our tab," and that
was that, saving me the awkwardness of trying to pay for a
clearly exorbitant meal with the $5 and change I had. We were
extremely satisfied and a bit giddy when we left the restaurant.
I had never had a more enjoyable time.    "James, would you let
me get you some clothes? For when you are at the house, of
course." Which was fine by me, since I knew I didn't have the
kind of wardrobe that I needed to accompany her.    The gentleman
at the haberdashery took about a hundred measurements, pausing
only to hmmm meaningfully at my bicep and inseam measurements,
and then we were done. Apparently it will be sent to her house
whenever. It was all a daze to me.    Outside the store, I looked
at Nicole to thank her and saw in her eyes the same need I felt,
so we raced, quite inelegantly, to the car and back to herhouse.

= = = = =

Our clothing littered the stairs as we ran to her bedroom. I
tackled her on her bed and latched my mouth on her hungry sex.
She was moaning and begging me to let her touch me but I stayed
out of reach until I had lapped her to a shaking and groaning
orgasm. The shape I was in, it would not have taken much for me
to lose it, and I wasn't sure how much I had left, even after the
sumptuous meal we shared.    She was still gasping from her
orgasm when I climbed on her and drove into her in one smooth
stroke. She smiled dreamily as she welcomed me in her arms. This
time the edge was off and we made languorous love, deliberately
holding back and delaying our pleasure as it peaked and peaked.
Finally, with a shuddering yell, I came in her, and she cried as
she opened up to receive it.    I rolled us onto our sides and we
laid like that for a long while.    "I have to go", I whispered,
"My family is coming back this afternoon and..." She kissed me to
silence and held me.    "I'll look forward to Tuesday, my love."
she whispered.

= = = = =

I had just had my shower when the phone rang and Jules invited
herself over, in another short skirt, plaid this time. Then Mom
and Dad drove in with Erin. They looked around suspiciously,
clearly expecting to see the house trashed.    "Have you been
here long, JulieAnn?" Mom wanted to know.
   "No, I just got here, Mrs Mitchell."
   "C'mon Mom, do you think Jules is gonna admit to you that
she's been staying here the last two days?" Erin, I love her
dearly but sometimes I think I would enjoy slowly strangling her.
   "Actually, we HAVE been here two days," My lover batted her
lashes, "Looking over stuff in your room". Erin yelped and ran
upstairs.    Mom made some tea and decided to go for a rest until
dinnertime. Dad had gone to gas and wash the car. Nobody said I
couldn't, so I took Jules to my bedroom.    Jules sat on the bed
and I moved next to her.
   "Wow, look at the moon." She breathed.
   "Hmmm, so much has happened since then." She put her head on
my shoulders and sighed.    "Do you ever regret having sex with
me?" She looked up and said, "No, never. It was right and good
and I would do it again. And again..." she added in a  whisper. I
put my arms around her and she hugged me back.    "That's good,
because I want you very much..."
   She nestled her head deeper and whispered, "I just wish I
didn't hurt so much. It's all puffy and raw today." She looked at
me, "You wanna see?" I choked on my answer and she started
laughing.    "God, James, you're such a wuss."
   "And you Jules, are such a nympho!"
   She giggled delightedly, "Thanks, I think... I'm beginning to
understand what is meant by an 'Enlightening Experience', which
is what this is to me. To think that it took me all this time to
learn enough to get over my inhibitions and learn to enjoy the
freedom. I was so damned smug about being pure and all that
shit... And making it so tough on you..." She trailed off.   
"You know what I want to do now?" She leaned over and nibbled my
ear, rubbing her boob on my arm, "I want to lick your big fat
cock until you are begging for mercy. Then I want you to stick it
inside my mouth as far as it will go... I want you to hold my
head down,... like the last time..." Her eyes got all misty and
glazed, "You hold me tight... I have to take you deep... all the
way down... and I couldn't breathe... and you just hold me
down... down there... you get bigger and bigger... and then you
get real hot and you shoot and shoot... and you MAKE me swallow
your stuff..." She shuddered against me. I was panting something
fierce myself. I hugged her tightly.    "You know what I'd be
doing if we were alone?" Jules kissed and licked my neck
excitedly, "You mean AFTER you brutally abuse my mouth with your
big fat cock?"    "Yeah, you'd be on your hands and knees and
I'll tongue you until you BEG me to fuck you. Then I'll rub your
little clit some more but I won't let you get off. I'll stop and
you'll scream for me to fuck you." She was squeezing and rubbing
her legs together.    "James, do you think you could touch me a
little if I turn the other way?" She faced towards the end of the
bed and lifted her crotch over my hand. I must admit it only
looked partially indecent, her skirt effectively hiding my hand.
  "OK, remember you're on your hand and knees, all quivering like
and..."    "Dammit. I AM quivering, like. Will you touch me
before I scream?"    I placed my finger over her wet spot and
found her clit. She rested her head on her arms and sighed
contentedly.    "So there you are on your hands and knees, putty
in my capable hands..." I made some abstract strokes and she
moaned, "Yes, yes, putty... Your hands..."    "Unbeknownst to
you..."
   She raised her head and blinked her eyes, "Unbeknownst? Your
command of the English Language is truly astounding.
Ahh-ahhh-mmmm." Her head dropped down.    "And my command of the
female anatomy is equally impressive..." I rubbed her some more
as her legs started flexing on my hand.    "Hmmm... Harder..."
Tiny shivers were rocking her.
   "Anyways, unbeknownst to our squirming heroine, I have applied
a liberal coating of Vaseline to my truly monstrous member." She
started shaking.    "Oh god, not Mr Monstrous Member! Oh no,
oh...!" She started humping on my digit.    "With supreme
mastery, and diabolic forethought, I impale you to the hilt. The
lubrication allows me to slip in, without the slightest
discomfort, until our burning bodies are joined." She was moaning
into my bed and wriggling her butt most attractively.    "I pull
back, until I was almost out, just the fat tip nuzzling your
cunt..."    "Aa-aah, nuzzling my cunt... yes, fat tip... nuzzling
my cunt, ohmygod. I'm coming..." And come she did, as she jerked
about in her sexual frenzy, stuffing her screams with my blanket.
   "Oh lord. That was good." She said after an extended bout of
moaning and shaking. "I think I would have gotten off even if you
didn't touch me... nuzzling my cunt..." Jules rolled her tongue
around her new vocabulary gleefully.

After that, arm in arm, I walked Jules home - her family liked to
have Sunday dinner together.    "James, I'm sorry I couldn't get
you off. You know I want to, right?"    "Jules, I'm happy just to
be with you, honest. The sex thing can wait a bit until you stop
hurting."    She hugged me to her body and said, "And I'll get
the Vaseline for next time. I think it will work."    She gave me
a warm kiss and ran up her drive. I could see a flash of her
tight buns - she'd left me her panties again.


===================

James
Part II. In Training.

Chapter 6

Erin confronted me at the door, "You guys didn't really go
through my room, did you?"    "No, Peanut, we didn't touch any of
your stuff." I ruffled her hair fondly.    "You know, you two
were making an awful racket in your room just now - I had to turn
up the radio so Mom couldn't hear."    "Uh, thanks. Jules got a
little carried away..."
   "So you guys are back together, huh? What happened this
weekend? She's totally different, kinda... wild!"    "No, she's
discovered something new about herself, that's all."    "...and
you're different too, more confident."
   "Whatever..."
   Dinner was early so everyone can get rested for the week
ahead. I told Mom I had to finish some homework over at Mrs
Cipola's and took off, getting out of washing dishes because Mom
was pleased I'd kept the place so tidy.

= = = = =

I parked around the corner from the address Amanda gave me. There
was only a dim light in the front room. I tapped on the door and
she rushed me in. She looked so sweet, hair tied up, wearing a
white blouse and a tight denim skirt. She stood there, fidgeting
uncertainly.    "Come here," I opened my arms and she jumped up
on me. Her lips found mine and she gave me another soul-wrenching
kiss. She clung on to me as I walked to the living room. Her
school books were lying there but not opened.    "I was so scared
you wouldn't come. I missed you." She said, clenching me tight.
 "I told you I'd come. And I mean everything I said." She
squirmed until she was all curled up on my lap.    "What time are
they coming back?" I said, running my hand through her fragrant
hair.    "No later than eleven, maybe 10:30." I held her as she
fidgeted.    "I'm sorry we don't have much time. What do you want
to do?" She said from somewhere in my chest.    "I thought I'd
sit here and talk and cuddle with you."
   "James, please, I'll do ANYTHING you want me to, but we have
to be quick!"    "Hey, this is exactly what I want to do. Aren't
you happy?"    "Yes, but it's just... just that I don't know when
I can see you again, and, I'm afraid..."    "Mandie, there's
nothing to be afraid about. I told you, we can wait until the
time and everything is right!"    "No," She looked up, "I'm
afraid after tonight I'll never see you again - so we have to do
it tonight, right now."    I held her as she tried to squirm off
my lap.
   "Amanda, listen to me." I waited until her struggles stilled.
  "You are an incredibly beautiful girl. I would not want to
leave you even if you tell me to. What we share is already so
amazing, there is no need to rush into things unless we know it's
something both of us will enjoy." She was quiet for a long time,
then she put her face and arms on my chest.    "James, I'm so
scared of disappointing you. I know guys need to have sex all the
time and, and you must need it a lot." I felt my face flush with
embarrassment.    "Some people use sex as a replacement for love
and affection - but right now, I'm getting all the love and
affection I can ever need. I'm happy, even without sex." I
murmured against her hair. "Let me ask you, what do YOU want to
do?"    "I want to curl up like this and have your big arms
around me, but I don't know, I haven't done anything else,
except... except the other thing."    "What other thing would
that be?"
   "You know... make you shoot in my mouth..." In a barely
audible whisper, "Cocksucking."    "At which you are undoubtledly
a rare natural-born talent."    She giggled, "Really?"
   "Absolutely really. It's like when you kiss, you apply every
part of your being behind it. You are only conscious of what the
other person's needs are."    "I don't know how to do it any
other way.'
   "That's why you are a natural, an absolutely fantastic
natural!"    She beamed radiantly, then leaned up and applied her
art of kissing on me, and I immersed myself in the warmth, the
tenderness and the love in that simple contact.    Suddenly I
realized she had somehow unzipped me and was trying to wrestle my
boner out.    "I told you you don't have to do this!"
   "But you also wanted to know what I wanted to do! I want to do
this!" So I resigned myself to the whims of the little 12 year
old. She shimmied out of her panties and she was already soaked.
  And way too small.
   She rubbed her vagina on me deliciously but she could barely
get around the tip. I stopped her.    "I can do this, James, just
help me. I can take it!" I picked her off my cock and sat her
down, with her cunt lips nestled along my penis. She rubbed
herself on me happily.    "Isn't this a whole lot more fun than
trying to fit that big ugly thing inside?"    "Mmm-hmmm. It's
nice. But it isn't real sex until I get your big ugly thing
inside." She slid her bottom along me enthusiastically. I lifted
her top and played with her hard nipples and breasts. I traced
the flesh as they pulled away from her chest and up the gentle
slope to her swollen points. I wet my fingers and flicked their
rubbery hardness.    "Oh, oh, James. Oh, I'm close!"
   I bent and kissed her, our tongue lashing in their own lusty
dance. She moaned and shook along my cock for long minutes. She
curled up and hummed happily in my embrace.    After a while she
shifted around and blood surged anew in my cock as she wrapped
both her hands on me, pumping me in our mingled liquids. Then she
turned to take me in her mouth.    "Mandie, you don't have to do
this for me. I'm happy enough as it is."    "Listen James
Mitchell, I want to do this. For once in my life, I can do
something special with my mouth besides get cavities. And it's
important for me to know you enjoy it... that you enjoy me...
Besides, it's got proteins and will make by boobies grow." She
stated. I was aghast at what they teach at her school.    She sat
up and carefully removed her clothes as I tore mine off. Despite
my noble speech, I was as horny as I'd ever been, from being
close to her and touching her lovely smooth body, her down
fringed pussy and her tight breasts that quivered with her every
movement. Just her presence inflamed me.    "Hurry, it's almost
ten!" I urged as she leisurely folded her skirt and waved her
tush around.    "Jeez, don't get in a tizzy. All we need is ten
minutes." Her confidence was most assuring.    In the faint glow
she knelt down and took my cock, covering the tip with soft open
mouth kisses, then she licked it, slowly pulling the skin down
and licking the uncovered area, lightly at first but applying
more pressure as my cock grew. When I was fully erect she put
both her hands on the shaft and slipped her soft lips over the
tip, moving them in harmony. I gripped the sofa as waves of
unbelievably agonising sweetness washed over me. In three minutes
I was grunting and humping my hips wildly. And in five minutes
she was sucking a burning load of sperm from me as I gasped for
my life. She didn't spill a drop.    She smacked her lips and
climbed back on me. "Pooh, not even close to ten minutes. James,
you're slipping." I uncrossed my eyes and took deep shuddering
breaths.    "It wasn't fair, I wouldn't have come if you weren't
flashing your body at me all the time ad teasing me with lewd
suggestions."    "Oh really? Next time I'll bet you can't last
ten either!" I knew a losing proposition when I hear one, so I
said nothing.    "James, there WILL be a next time, won'tthere?"
   "Yes, my lovely Amanda..." I clutched her to me, "My
sweet Mandie Chip, there will be many more next times, even if I
lose our bet each and every time." She sighed happily.    We
arranged to communicate using email so we could meet when we had
time off. We got dressed and I had to go. The last thing I saw
was her elfin face smiling sadly at me from the darkened window.


===================

James
Part II. In Training.

Chapter 7

I could see Jules was excited, she was literally jumping up and
down as I went to collect her for school.    "You won't believe
this. You know Brenda and Sara was over last night, right? So I
was telling them how you almost split me in two with Mr Monstrous
Member..." We both blushed.    "Don't you guys ever talk about
anything BUT sex?"
   "Sure! Normally we just diss people. However, right now the
hottest topic in school is you, my love. Naturally we have to
talk about you, and Mr Monstrous Member of course, since I have
first hand knowledge." She said smugly, "So, I'm telling them,
one incredible fuck with you leaves me hobbling for DAYS. So who
but little Miss Sara comes right out and says, 'I can take him!'"
   "Are we talking about Miss
I-have-to-wipe-the-toilet-seat-or-I'll-get-pregnant Sara?"   
"Yes" Jules was giggling.
   "Miss Oh-Brenda-can-I-kiss-your-ass Sara?"
   "Yes!" Jules was hyperventilating. "Stop it!"
   "Has she even been KISSED yet?"
   "Well, yes, a couple of times. And she's touched her
4-month-old cousin's weewee." She leaned on me and hiccupped
helplessly.    The bus driver looked anxiously at us, wondering
perhaps if Emergency wasn't a more appropriate destination.    By
the time we got to school she could breathe without too much
wheezing and her hiccups have mostly stopped.

= = = = =

"So I've invited her to do the deed with you." She deadpanned,
just as we began the obligatory arm-in-arm stroll through the
school halls to make sure everyone knew that we were, once again,
"hangin'".    "Do I ever get consulted about these things?"
   "I'm telling you now, aren't I?"
   "Can I say no?"
   "No." She dimpled and stopped me in the middle of the hall.
Then openmouthed, she tongue kissed me just as Mark and six of
his linebacker friends came by. I knew I was dead, as she had
reduced my knees to water, too weak to stand on, let alone to
escape on.    Fortunately my reputation must have preceded me,
because other than some highly improbable observations about my
ancestry and extended middle fingers they walked right by.   
"Shit, that was EXCITING." Breathed my lovely companion as we
rounded a corner. "I'm soooo wet!"    She wiped a finger on her
crotch and shoved it under my nose, "Smell." Which I dutifully
did. And caused pandemonium with the dozen or so young ladies
whose space we had intruded on.    Further back, Brenda and her
charge were also watching the interplay. Sara's face had turn the
same fiery color as Brenda's hair, but to her credit she did not
run. Jules kissed me sloppily and said, "See you at lunch!" and
headed off with her friends.    My one good deed done, I switched
on my enigmatic smile and went off to class.

= = = = =

I got a jolt of reality when I went to English and realized how
much of Amanda's good looks came from her mother. The same dark
complexion, full lips, thin nose, penetrating blue eyes and
haughty brow. I stared at Mrs Cipola as she informed me that she
thought my revised essay good enough for the Regional Literary
Award contest, and asked me if I wanted her to submit it for me.
I mumbled something affirmative - my mind was numb because when
she smiled, Amanda looked just like her. I realized I missed
Amanda's vibrant spirit more than I was willing to admit.    The
lunch bell went and I escaped to the cafeteria. I was staring in
my plate of brown slop when my dear love plopped down on my lap
and bussed me on the lips, which cheered me up immensely.   
Brenda and Sara joined us and their conversation flowed around me
as I tried to decide what I had just eaten.    "So, I figure we
can go to my place after school." JulieAnn brightly informed
sundry and all, "Celeste has orchestra and we'll have the house
for 3 hours."    "Me too?" I piped up. They all laughed as if it
was the funniest joke in the world.    "Of course, and bring Mr
MM!" They all chortled, except Sara, who had the grace to blush,
rather prettily too, as it turned out.

= = = = =

The afternoon dragged by and I went to speak with Coach Wilson. I
told him I had booked appointments for extra weights training at
the NPC Gym Tuesday and Wednesday, and if I could get a note for
those days. To my surprise he gave me both afternoons off. I
thanked him profusely and was just about to phone Nicole with the
great news when he motioned me back.    "And Mr Mitchell, I
suggest you don't fool around with the football team member's
girlfriends. Next time I will not intercede for you." I did not
feel the need to inform him that it was MY girlfriend who had
been fool-around-with'd. I did however thank him for saving my
skin.    I got to a pay phone and left a message with Nicole. We
had previously arranged to meet behind the school delivery area
so I just changed the time to noon.

= = = = =

I was jumped by the girls as soon as I emerged from the school
building. I guess my beloved did not want to risk losing her stud
fee.    They hustled me all the way upstairs to Jules' bedroom,
not relaxing their guard until the door was locked and Brenda had
perched herself in a chair in front of it.    "What's Brenda
doing here?"
   "Well she's part of the plan!"
   "You have to go - you don't get to watch unless I get to do
you too." Her face fell and she shuffled toward the door.   
"Don't mind him," said my loving sweetheart, "He can only do it
twice in a row. I'll take care of him." Brenda resumed her guard
position.    To get things rolling, JulieAnn told me to use my
"special kiss" on Sara. So I did, and dragged it out to a full 10
minutes, by which time Sara was semi-comatose on the bed.   
"Wow", Brenda said.
   "Wow", Jules said.
   I licked Sara around the ears and down her neck as she feebly
held my hand. She smelled nice, of almonds and strawberries. I
nibbled her lips as I unbuttoned her shirt. I could see her hand
twitching to stop me but it never made it.    She had a baby blue
bra which could not contain more than half her impressive boobs.
Thankfully the catch was in the front, which popped open deftly
enough. Her bra cups virtually exploded from the contained forces
of the generous beauties they held.    "Wow", Brenda said.
   "Wow", Jules said.
   The poor darlings had red welts where the bra had cut into
them.  So I spent a long time soothing and kissing them while
Jules tugged Sara's pants off. Sara must be a 36C and a really
nice handful. Her nipples were dark brown and stood up under my
attention. She was moaning now and her legs were twitching. She
had a matching pair of panties with "Monday" embroidered on them.
   I removed my shirt and Jules started pulling my pants off as I
kissed Sara's plump soft pussy.    Soon Sara was shaking and
waving her legs weakly.
   I stood up and shrugged out of my shorts.
   "Wow", Brenda said.
   "Wow", Jules agreed.
   "Where's the vaseline?" I asked Jules.
   "No vaseline." Said my angel, grinning diabolically.
   I looked at her. She stared back.
   "Er, Sara, this is gonna hurt. Do you still want to do it?"
She looked wildly at me and shook, then nodded her head.
   "It may help if we wet it first."
   She looked at me blankly.
   "With you mouth." Jules added helpfully. "Like this." She
pushed me on the bed next to Sara.    "Watch, Sara." Jules slowly
sank her mouth on my throbbing cock. We watched as inch by inch
it disappeared inside her.    "Wow", Brenda said.
   "Wow", Sara said.
   "Ugh", I said.
   She had her nose in my stomach by now. She pumped a bit and
hummed a little. "Jules, stop. I'm getting close!"    Reluctantly
Jules surrendered my quivering prick and grabbed Sara. Woodenly,
Sara allowed her face to be placed at my penis. She slowly opened
her mouth and about half an inch went in. It was a tight fit
already.    Her eyes looked around in panic as I forced another
inch inside her heat. I reached over to touch her clitoris and
she shook delightfully around my cock. I caressed it until her
eyes closed and she was moaning on me. Then I slipped a finger in
her. She was incredible tight, and dry. I started moving my
finger in and out, pausing to flick her clit with my thumb. She
was humming and groaning around my penis.    Her eyes popped open
and she gurgled when I tried to fit another finger in. I gave up
and stuck my tongue in her, driving more of my cock in her mouth.
Her hands grabbed at my arm and then fell lifelessly to the bed.
  "Make it wet!" I urged. Her tongue squirmed about the head. It
was wild. Her mouth was even smaller than Amanda's and the
friction was electric. I started diddling her hole with my tongue
and soon she was wriggling under me, her mouth milking my cock.
It was time to use it or lose it.    I pushed Sara on her back
and jammed my dripping cock in her hole. It was incredibly tight.
I pushed and wiggled my ass and gradually about 2 inches made it
inside. Talk about an oven!    "It's in?" Sara asked hoarsely.
   "Yes, and only another foot to go!" Cackled her friends.
   I went back to my labors. "Arghh, so much, so much." Sara
moaned. She pulled on my ass and I humped another inch in. She'd
pulled on my ass and I'd humped another bit in.    Finally I seem
to have hit bottom and no matter how much pulling and humping, I
couldn't get any more in.    "Sit her up." I grunted and together
Brenda and Jules managed to flip us over.    "Sara, you have to
do this part!" She started rocking on me and a bright flush came
over her face and her chest. She started shaking and moaning on
me. She was sweating and her nipples had hardened into little
buttons. As she started wailing on my cock, Jules lifted her
under the arms and dropped her down on me.    With a pop I sank
into her womb completely. It gripped me like nothing I've felt
and I yelled out, "I'm coming!"    She went crazy, bouncing on my
cock as I started spewing inside her. She collapsed on me, still
mewling and groaning. I grabbed her face and kissed her, our
tongues entangling.    Finally, we couldn't come any more but I
was still jammed deep in her and neither one had the energy to
move.    "My turn," declared Jules and tossed Sara aside. Sara
had bled over my prick and around our pubic areas. Jules ran off
to get a cloth to clean me and I was grateful for the respite.
Suddenly a pair of lips fastened on my penis. Sara had somehow
crawled over me and was cleaning her blood and our come off me
with her mouth and tongue. I was stiff in a second.    "Wow",
Brenda said.
   "Wow", Jules said, as she walked in.
   Sara dragged her body over and stuck my rigid pole in her
hole. She was sobbing and moaning as she fucked me slowly. Her
tight channel managed only half of my length but she somehow
found all my nerve endings. We moaned loudly as we lurched
against each other. In another minute I was screaming and
shooting in her again.    I was about fucked out but JulieAnn
decided that since we still had an hour left, I had to do her as
well. But she kindly allowed me a ten minute break, since she had
to get another rag to wipe me up anyways.    Sara had collapsed
on me after a stern warning from Jules not to touch anything. I
caressed her hair as she smiled wanly up at me. We shared a soft
kiss. She dropped her head on my shoulder and whispered, "I love
you." before drifting into sleep. I drifted off soon after.    I
was awakened when Jules dropped the freezing cloth over my balls.
She was complaining that Sara bled ALL over her bed and now
she'll have to change her sheets and everything.    "I seem to
recall it was your idea in the first place." I said shakily as I
felt for the remains of my sexual equipment.    "Shit, if I'd
known she was gonna bleed like this I'd make her ruin her own
bed!"    Then she turned on me, "And who told you to screw her a
second time!" She was practically in tears.    Sara stirred, "I'm
sorry, I got carried away and I just had to feel him again. I'm
sorry, it's not his fault!" Jules sniffed and bent down to taste
her work. Satisfied, she started licking, and amazingly, I flexed
and as I grew, she swallowed more and more of me.    "Turn
around", I moaned. She kicked off her jeans and flipped her
little cunt in my face. I placed a kiss on her blond patch,
followed by my tongue at the tip. I licked her all the way down
past her vagina, which still seemed very swollen. She grunted.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
   "Hmmm-mmm." She shook her head, then nodded, which did
remarkable things to my cock. She did not seem too eager to have
sex so I continued lapping her pussy. She was shaking and
groaning again. Sara was looking over my shoulders, staring
intently at Jules' blond split.    "Jules..."
   "Hmmmmm?"
   "Do you want me to, like, nuzzle your cunt?"
   I almost lost it with her vigorous nodding. I turned our
bodies so that I could lie part way over her. I gently parted the
folds with my fingers and fit my mouth over her entire opening.
She was happily humming around me. I jabbed my tongue into her
cunt as I wiggled my lips over the labia, and her clitoris. Her
legs opened up and started shaking in the air. She moaned and
grunted as her legs started kicking, her body slick with sweat.
 I was close too. I rolled my body over her, driving my cock
completely down her throat and she moaned helplessly. As my balls
tightened and sprayed their load, I blew IN her little sex. She
howled around my cock and almost bucked me off.    As soon as I
had done flooding her stomach, I rolled off her. She was bright
red in her face as she wheezed and coughed. Then she threw
herself on me and kissed me hard.    "Wow", Brenda said.
   "Wow", Sara said as she leaned up against us.
   "Yeah, wow, and wow again." I said, gingerly confirming my
balls were still in place.    Jules was too busy gasping to speak
but she managed a teary smile and stroked my cheeks. I put my
arms around the two ladies and kissed Jules, then I kissed Sara.
She kissed me back enthusiastically.    "Thank you James."
   Then surprisingly, she turned and kissed Jules on the lips.
"Thank you Jules."    Jules grunted and pulled Sara close. I
could see their throats moving as they traded tongue. Jules
started mashing Sara's breasts together, as Sara tentatively
tested JulieAnn's lovelies.    Brenda was staring open mouthed at
the two girls rolling on the bed, her nipples rock hard under her
shirt. I held her mouth open and inserted my shrunken penis.
Automatically she took me it. I stabbed it in her spit. Her mouth
was soft and warm but her attention was elsewhere.    "Suck it."
I said. Her cheeks hollowed and her throat swallowed convulsively
as I grew and jabbed into her. She was still watching the tableau
on the bed.  I made her stand and took her sweatpants off. She
had a white thong on, and underneath her bush was red like her
hair.    I sat down on the chair and pulled her down on myprick.
   "Eeek!" She squeaked. She was very tight and hot but no
virgin. I bounced her up and down as we watched the other two
finger each others snatch. Then Sara said, "Jules, can I try the
nuzzle thing with you?"    "You know how?"
   "I watched Him..."
   "Sara, you have to use the full technical name, say 'nuzzle
your cunt'. It isn't proper to call it anything else." I
interrupted. Brenda was squealing quite earnestly now.   
"Sorry... Jules, can I nuzzle your cunt?"
   Jules had her muff on Sara's face in a flash.
   "James, show me what to do!" Jules moaned as Sara worked her
mouth on her.    I grabbed Brenda around the waist and duck
walked over to the bed. I bent her over the squirming pair and I
leaned over Sara's crotch. I showed Jules how to stretch the
labia folds and fit her mouth around it. She'd try it and then
her head would fall as Sara beat her to a particularly sensitive
spot. They were moaning and tormenting each other when I
whispered in Jules' ear, "Cough into her."    Suddenly Sara
screamed and started bouncing under Jules' face, rubbing her
pussy all over her. Then she reached down and jabbed two, then
three fingers inside herself.    "Wow", Brenda squeaked.
   "Wow", Jules said.
   Brenda had finished but was still moaning and shaking, and
sank to the floor as I pulled out.    "Jules, the vaseline." She
reached over and grabbed a tube from her drawer.    "Hands and
knees." Jules clambered over Sara's quivering form and presented
her gorgeous behind.    I squeezed a dollop on my hand and rubbed
it in her cunt which was dripping in come and spit. I squeezed
another big glob and smeared it on my prick. Jules was moaning
again.    "Now beg me to fuck you..."
   "Please, James, please fuck me with Mr Monstrous Member...
NOW!" Not exactly what I had in mind but it'll have to do, time
was of an essence here.    With supreme mastery, and diabolic
forethought, I impaled Jules to the hilt. Sure enough her
passageway was smooth and hot, tight and slick. The grease making
it even warmer than usual. I didn't even get to nuzzle her cunt
on the tip before her muscles flexed about my cock and we
screamed our pleasure. Jules collapsed on Sara and reached back
to haul me tight against her. We humped like a couple of rabid
dogs until I fell over her, our bodies still shaking in the
throes of our bliss.    "Wow", we all said.

= = = = =

There was much sorrowful kissies and touchies after I informed
them that I had to be in training for the remainder of the week,
so they were not to tempt me with any indelicacies - or they
would have to answer to Coach Wilson.    We had barely gotten
ourselves somewhat presentable and downstairs when Celeste
arrived back with her mother.     We decided to order pizza and
while we were waiting I went up to Celeste, "I saw your bag and
violin in the hallway, did you delay your Mom until we could get
down?"    As it turned out we had grossly overextended our fun
time. Celeste had come home and quickly realized what was
happening. Aware of the delicacy of the situation, she waited
outside the house and intercepted her mother before she could
hear our "sick, animal noises", as Celeste called it, not that I
could dispute any of it.    She had steered her mother to a
coffee shop, pretending to discuss her school work until her
inventiveness and her mother's patience ran out.    "I didn't do
it for you." She sniffed. "My mother would die if knew you
were... were molesting Jules."    "You know it's nothing like
that. But thank you for doing it anyways."    After the food, I
stretched out between Jules and Sara. Jules draped herself over
me and Sara tentatively put her head on my shoulder. I reached
out and held Brenda's hand.    "How are you feeling, Sara?" She
looked pale.
   "I-I'm OK, I guess. I just don't know..." I gave her a little
kiss.    "Jules?"
   "I'm great, thank you Mr. MM!" And gave me a big kiss.
   "How 'bout you, Brenda?"
   "It was great - it was my first time too." She must have seen
the surprise on my face, "I lost my hymen in a fall when I was
young." She looked so unsure I hugged her. Pretty soon we were
all hugging and groping again. Jules lifted up her top and stuck
her tits in my face and I had to lick, or choke. I reached out
and every time I touched Sara's boobs, someone else was there
before me.    I took a break from suckling on Jules and kissed
Brenda, our first time. She was rubbing herself on my leg as we
explored each others mouths. Brenda's breasts were small, firm
and had nipples that stood up at the slightest touch. Her hand
was lazily moving up and down my jeans.    Sara meantime was
tangled up with Jules and they were rubbing their bared boobies
together. Jules pulled Sara's head down to a recently vacated
nipple.    Jules looked at me, "James? I was thinking, since
you'll be out of commission for the week, would you mind terribly
if... like... Sara and I, er, practiced 'nuzzling'?" Sara
blushed, prettily.    I looked at the two horny nymphos and said
levelly, "JulieAnn, Sara, I will say this, and I will only say it
once." I waited until I got their full attention.    "You must
refer to it as 'nuzzling her cunt', or 'nuzzling our cunts',
never just 'nuzzling' - it is not proper." Their faces relaxed
and beamed.    "Er, James, can I nuzzle Sara's cunt?"
   "Sara?"
   "Yes... Uh, can I nuzzle Jules' cunt?"
   "And you might want to see if Brenda wants some lessons too!"
Her hand froze on my cock and she started shaking her head
wildly.    They turned to the poor girl and finally convinced her
that it was not a lesbo thing since it was purely a temporary
measure until they get my services back.    Abruptly Jules stood
in front of us and skinned down her pants and very solemnly she
handed me her panties. She pulled Brenda up. Brenda squirmed
deliciously until she, too, delivered her thongs.    Sara stood
and slipped off her pants, then she shimmied her panties down,
handed them to me and said, "This is 'Monday'... I intend for you
to have the rest of the week as well."

= = = = =

And I got email from Amanda.

My dear sweet love,
   Your taste was in my mouth all night and today, I just cough
and I could taste you. My teacher asked me if I had a frog and I
was tempted to tell her no, I have a James in my throat.    I
miss you terribly but will wait until we have a chance to meet.
Your Mandie Chip


===================

James
Part II. In Training.


Chapter 8

After almost 11 hours of exhausted sleep, I was feeling more
human. I checked my email but Amanda had not replied to the quick
one I sent out last night, telling her about my upcoming
Championship matches.

= = = = =

Jules was radiant. Her blond hair glowed and in her short
minidress she was an invitation to rape. On the bus she bounced
up and down on my arm excitedly and hummed to herself.    The
driver was again glancing uneasily at us.
   "You keep that up and I'll be forced to break training." I
said weakly. She bit my ear.    We got off the bus and Jules
tugged my arm towards the crowd that had collected in front of
the school entrance. It parted to reveal her partners in crime.
Brenda was absolutely stunning in a bright green wraparound skirt
and a matching top that molded her breasts and nipples. Heels
made her even taller and more breathtaking.    Little Sara wore a
white peasant blouse, obviously unencumbered by a bra as her
breasts shook and danced invitingly and offered tantalizing hints
of dark nipples. A short powder blue skirt showed expanses of
smooth limbs and flashed lavender panties. I found myself
sneaking peeks to see if it said "Tuesday" on it. She was a
wetdream waiting to happen, or had happened, judging from the
glazed looks and awkward gaits of some of her admirers. Her eyes
twinkled and she was grinning widely.    They walked up and each
gave me a soft kiss. I hung on to Jules for support.    "Oh god,
why did you pick my first day of training to do this? Are you
trying to get me kicked off the team, or you just want to see me
die of a coronary?" They laughed wickedly    "We're your devoted
fans, James. To victory, return with your shield or on it!" They
all gave me a rousing cheer and my "fans" waltzed me inside.   
Jules and Brenda took off with the slobbering boys trailing them
and left Sara and me behind. She took my arm, "They're giving me
a chance to be with you..." I turned us down a hall.    "James,
I've never been good with people, but after what we did yesterday
- what YOU did, I realized I don't need to be afraid. I don't
need to hide, I don't even need to be the same. I just need to be
me..." She smiled radiantly and I grinned down at her. In our
wake, she was leaving people staring and gaping and she was
soaking it up, dispensing smiles and little waves to her friends.
   She continued, "I never even suspected that having people look
at me like this can be so exciting!"    She stopped in front of a
skinny kid and said, "Hi, Simon, how are you?" His mouth dropped
and he stammered an answer. He was looking at her longingly as
she took my arm again.    She sighed, "I just realized I can make
people happy just by being nice. And it makes me feel good
myself! It's awesome!"    She leaned against me and said quietly,
"It was the most incredible experience having sex with you. I
love you and I love Jules and Brenda. And knowing that you care
for me gives me the strength to be myself. I promise I'll make
you proud of me." She took a deep breath and a collective moan
came from around us. She laughed and hugged me.    I added sadly,
"My only regret is that I can't rip your clothes off and make
passionate love to you right now."    She blushed and giggled,
"You can't anyways, I'm too sore, so Mr MM will have to wait -
until next week..." Her eyes held both a question and a promise.
"Don't tell Jules... but I'm glad we did it twice yesterday - I'm
very content."    She took another breath, "But you can help me
with another fantasy..." Carefully she put her hands on my ass
and stood on tiptoes to kiss me. All noise and activity around us
stopped - except for a loud ringing in my head. I leaned down,
cupped her firm cheeks and returned her kiss.    She laughed
throatily and rubbed her bubbly flesh on my arm. "I feel so
free!"

= = = = =

I sighed enigmatically, waiting for the lunch bell. It would not
be easy to stay in training with all the willing arms and lips
waiting to seduce me.    Finally it went off and I shot off
towards the workshops, which had an exit to the rear of the
school.    She smiled at me and my heart just jumped into my
throat. I shuffled forward in a daze.    "Do you want to drive?"
   "N-No thanks, I am having trouble breathing and my h-hands are
shaking too much." Nicole giggled.    I got in the passenger side
and we looked at each other. She was wearing a wrap top and a
flowing skirt. There was about an inch of tanned midriff showing
and I had this insane need to kiss it.    Suddenly she dropped
the car in gear and we blew out of the yard. A couple of blocks
later she stopped in a small park and grabbed me in a kiss. I
gripped her neck and bit her lips. Her hands tore at my hair,
forcing my mouth into hers.    "Now I am having trouble breathing
and my hands are shaking!" She panted as we held each other in a
desperately clinch.    "Listen, my knight, we have a lot to
accomplish today and the first thing is lunch. I brought you some
clothes, see if you like them."    "Good, I can change while
we're on the way."
   "No, you can change while I watch."
   So I turned the radio on and attempted an imitation of a bump
and grind routine in the car. She clapped her hands and giggled
delightedly. I must be incredibly good because in no time I was
rock hard and she was staring at it with her nostrils flared.   
"Keep an eye out for people." She said as she took me in her
mouth.    "Nicole, my schedule!"
   She looked up, "We have ten minutes."

= = = = =

She was smugly happy with herself after reaffirming my reputation
as a hair-trigger and having swallowed sperm for the first time.
I told her she had broken my training and I would now be thrown
off the team after being castrated.    She laughed delightedly,
"Listen, that rule is to make sure you don't overexert yourself
or use up your reserves. As long as we keep feeding you, rest
you, and exercise you properly, you'd be fine." I asked her if
she wanted to look at my teeth as well.    So we worked it out,
no sex until 2 hours after a meal, and nothing strenuous. And
training in between.    "So what about just now?"
   "It wasn't strenuous - you just moaned. I did everything
else!"    "No, not that - we didn't eat yet!"
   "Oh, that was breakfast."

= = = = =

She was hugging my arm possessively when we walked in the
restaurant for lunch. I was wearing a perfect fitting
natural-silk short-sleeved shirt, tan slacks and brown loafers.
No socks of course.    "Ah Madame et Monsieur!" Greeted Anton the
maitre d'. Nicole sat with her fish and watched me with my Steak
Tartare. I had never had raw beef before, not intentionally
anyways, but my knightly reputation was at stake here. It was
surprisingly good, in fact, it was quite exquisite. It melted in
my mouth and went superbly well with the wine, an '88 Chambertin,
I believe.    I had a deliciously giggling Madame on my arm when
we finished lunch at 12:43pm. We had till 2:43pm.    She took us
to a stretch of wide residential streets and told me to drive.
Within half an hour, I was hooked on stick shift. So with the top
down, I blaat'd us around, terrorizing dogs and nannies.    I
dropped her off at a low office building and she turned me loose.
I crunched gears and ignored speed limits until it was time to
pick her up. It was 2:00.    Nicole proudly showed me a bandage
on her upper arm. "This, my knight, means I am officially a
promiscuous woman." The "this", as it turned out, was a
subcutaneous progestogen implant, the "permanent pill", the
ultimate contraceptive.    "Quick, we only have 43 minutes to get
home to try it out!" And I roared us back to the house.

= = = = =

My hopes to get my ashes hauled were quickly dashed when Madame
insisted on a full training session first.    My lips trembled
and my eyes misted, I threatened to hold my breath till I turned
blue, but all to no avail. Madame was unrelenting. I asked Madame
to wait upstairs and do her knitting or something because it
would be a darn shame if I had to interrupt my workout in the
middle just so I could rape her.    I took it out on her exercise
machines and added another 5 minutes just to torment her. Then a
quick shower and a towel around my waist, I dashed upstairs.    I
found Nicole in our bedroom in a silk dressing gown. I collected
her in my arms and sent my lips on a thorough investigation of
her face, mouth and neck.  Then I stood back to look at her.   
Her clean classic face shone with an inner light and her eyes
smoldered with need and love. Her full lips trembled and her
little tongue licked it nervously. I could see the hard shadows
of her nipples where her breasts filled the thin material. She
was so damned beautiful I wanted to cry, in awe and wonderment.
 I led her to our bed, slowly removing her gown, gasping as her
perfect body was revealed. Somewhere I had lost my towel. We laid
down and we kissed, slowly, taking time to savor our different
textures and adding little nips and bites. She moaned her need
and tried to push my face downward. I held her hands down over
her head, forbidding her to move them, and return to my slow
journey across her fantastic body.    I lingered at her eyes,
cruised her ears, sampled her lips and danced my tongue on her
neck. She was moaning and her fingers flexed in the imaginary
bonds I had placed them.    I took time to acquaint my mouth with
her well toned muscles, I followed the flare of her pectorals
from the shoulder to the sternum, ideally angled to proudly
present her perfect breasts, Breasts that quaked and pulsed with
each stroke of my tongue. Breasts that peaked in proud tips that
cried out for attention. I licked the globes, traveling the
smooth alabaster sides in long circular paths.    "No..." she
cried out as I resumed my journey without giving relief to her
nipples. I trace the ribs, trilled over her flat firm abdomen and
rested in the softness of her navel. Her body and legs were
twitching and I could smell the delicate fragrance of her sex.
I kissed her hips and the soft down of her lower belly. Her moans
increased as I neared her goal. I trailed my tongue along her
thighs and up the "V" of their junction. Her moaning increased.
 I kissed my way down the thin folds of her pussy and she groaned
in relief. I tasted the sweetness of the dew that had collected
there and dipped in for more. She shook and bent her legs up,
offering her womanhood to me.    "Please, my knight, I need you
now. Please, I want you to fill me..."    I slipped up and again
experienced the sweet electrifying warmth of her core, pulsing
and coaxing my nerves. We coupled in long slow strokes, her legs
clasped around my waist and flexing in time. Her wrists still
crossed over her head.    She groaned and urged me on, I
increased the force but not the tempo. Nicole tossed her head in
torment.    "Oh, please... this is killing me. Please let me
come... My knight, please!" She groaned.    I stopped. Her eyes
opened in panic.
   "Get on top," I said.
   Frantically, without disengaging our sex, she managed to sit
up over me. She moaned and ground herself against me, then found
the rhythm and slowly moved herself on and off my body. Her hair
flew and her face was contorted in a breathtaking mask of lust
and desire. Her hands gripped my chest as she learned to
coordinate her motion and her passion. Sweat covered her and ran
down her breasts, her hard nipples.    "Ah, ah, ahhhhh.
Yesssssss." She moaned, jerking uncontrollably in a climax.
Slowly she picked up speed again, "Oh, yessss, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh."
As another series of convulsions overtook her. Her eyes opened
but unseeing in her all-consuming lust.    "Ohh god, ohhhhh,
ohhhh," This one the strongest yet as I added my strokes to hers,
I was close.    I reached up and grabbed her breasts, pinching
her nipples. I shook and started shooting into the tight canyons
of her sex.    Our cries echoed as our bodies clashed and
struggled to extract pleasure.    We laid there for a long
eternity, slowly catching our breaths, her fingers idly drawing
on my chest, our limbs still entwined.    "I love you, my
knight." She whispered.
   "I love you, my beautiful princess." She nestled her head
under mine, and we slept.

= = = = =

I woke. Nicole was sitting next to me, stroking my face and
chest. She had one foot under her and the other between our
bodies. Her body was hunched over, her smooth hair tumbled about
her face. For a long time I laid and savored her gentle touch and
forced myself to take in and memorize every curve and every
undulating line of that phenomenal body.    I stroked her face
and she inclined her head to kiss my palm. I run my fingers down
her neck, her shoulders and a soft breast, full and sated. Her
nipple gradually hardened as I gently brushed it with a
fingertip. I reached for her sex and she moved to allow me
access. She became moist and my cock reared.    "Uh-oh. We have
to wait... Let's go for a swim." She dragged me out of bed and
out the back where she had a 50-meter pool and both 1 meter and 3
meter diving boards at the end.    "Wow," I said, "Why do I feel
the need to come all the time in this place?" She laughed and
playfully slurped my cock into her mouth. Then she dove in the
water, leaving me on the deck with a sad looking erection.    I
jumped in after her but she was a perfect water sprite - she cut
through the water with barely a ripple. She did two laps then
swam with me until I reached the other side.    "You know I
would've caught up to you if I didn't have an erection slowing me
down." I pouted.    "You mean this one?" She inquired
ingenuously, and did something naughty to me.    I moaned, "How
do you expect me to last through training if you keep doing
that?"    "You're right," she said, "I'm afraid I have trouble
keeping my hands off you..." She leaned her head on me, "Forgive
me." I kissed her to show her my generous nature but all it did
was make my cock even harder.    I told her I was a submarine and
slowly stuck my "periscope" out of the water. She was laughing
delightedly.    She wanted to know why it was jumping and
flexing.
   "Sonar. It's 'pinging' for enemies." She touched it and sure
enough it turned red and started pulsing madly.    "How do you
know that this is a submarine?" She shook her head.    "Because
it's long and thin and full of seamen." She laughed and laughed
and drank water and choked. I saved her life by applying mouth to
mouth resuscitation. Repeatedly.

= = = = =

"James, we have to go out for dinner, I have no food here except
spaghetti." We were sunning ourselves, just touching fingers.   
"What? You have 2 fridges and you only have spaghetti?"
   "Yes - I never cooked and after Gaston died, I let all the
servants go..."    "How in heaven's name can anyone get to look
as good as you on spaghetti alone?" I shook my head and she
giggled.    "Does the barbeque work?"
   "Yeah, it's natural gas."
   "OK - we'll order a load of stuff up here and I can cook
dinner for you the next two days." She looked at me.    "Are you
sure? Knights aren't supposed to cook."
   "Nor princesses either, I gather. But I would rather spend the
time eating spaghetti here with you than to waste it driving to
town and back, even if it's Steak Tartare and Chambertin '88."
Her eyes misted over and she flew on top of me.  "Oh, you're so
sweet... You're the sweetest man I've ever known." She kissed my
neck and my cock twitched.    "Oops," She smiled, "If it's OK
with my brave knight, let's get groceries delivered and you can
dazzle me with your culinary skills."

= = = = =

We ended up ordering pretty much everything in the store - I
couldn't even find pepper in her cupboards. Thank goodness she
didn't throw the utensils out. I was distressed to hear the total
but she waved a credit card in front of me which appeared to be
limitless.    We were sitting butt naked in her kitchen, drinking
wine, waiting for the groceries when she said, in this tiny,
little girl's voice, "My sweet knight, I have another request..."
Pow! My cock jumped up and we stared at it.    "Ja-aames..." in
the same voice and it jumped again. She cackled insanely.   
"James..." Twitch. She was roaring now. Her eyes teared and she
pointed at my cock, jumping and flexing like nobody's business.
 "James... ", she wheezed out, somehow managing to sound sexy as
hell, and then, in a husky whisper, "I want to suck your cock..."
The thing started quivering and I almost came right there and
then. She fell on the floor, laughing and whooping, her boobs
jiggling as she gasped for air.    Finally she wiped the tears
from her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made fun of
you."    Suddenly, she turned bright red and covered her mouth,
"Did I say that?"    "Say what?"
   "You know..." She stuck her mouth up to my ears, "I want to
suck your cock." She dug her nails in my neck and buried her face
in my shoulders but continued mouthing the words, to an old
Beatles tune. She finally ended with "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" and
kissed me tenderly.    "Oh, James, you make me so happy." as she
clung to me.
   "What is the other thing you need from me?" I was afraid to
get her going again.    "I'd like you to sort out Gaston's
accounts and things. He had a bit of stocks and shares. I haven't
touched any of it - it's all on his computer but I don't know
enough to get started."

= = = = =

It sat in the corner of a study on the second floor. An older
machine, but with 128-MB of RAM and a 50-Gig RAID harddrive
system, it even had a live T1 connection. And it's been sitting
there untouched for 2 years.    It fired up right away. Gaston
kept most of his stuff on spreadsheets so it wasn't too hard to
get started. He was very meticulous and noted on each stock the
time and price of each purchase and how much or when he should
sell. I sorted them out by selling date and printed out a copy.
 I was trying to get the details on his online trading account
when Nicole came up. She put her arms around me and kissed me on
my shoulder. Her hand slipped down to cup me.    "Hmmm, I can do
this all day... Just came up to tell you the groceries are here."
So I followed her downstairs.    The kitchen was immaculate -
everything was neatly sorted, the cans were in the cupboards and
the perishables in the fridge.    "Did you do this?"
   "Oh no, the boy was very helpful, he insisted on doing
everything for me!"    And I could see why. She had put on her
gown but there was no way to hide, even to a blind person, the
fact that she was stark raving naked underneath. Just the heat
alone would have given her away.    "All I can say is that you
have made him VERY happy." She looked at me. I took her to the
hall mirror and pulled the gown tight around her.    "Oh... OH"
She blushed. "No wonder he kept thanking me and won't even take a
tip!" I stood back but she stayed at the mirror, primping,
posing, pulling and tugging her gown and popping peek-a-boos at
herself, blushing wildly. "Ooh this is SOOOO naughty!" I shook my
head and went to get dinner ready.    Finally she got tired of
being an one-man voyeur show and padded back to the kitchen. She
hugged me tightly, "James, this has been the BEST day of my
life... I'm so happy."

= = = = =

In reality, I can only cook one thing - steaks on a BBQ, but for
2 meals, I figure I could get away with it. I had also ordered
salad greens and mushroom, which I've seen Mom do enough time to
be able to muddle through.    Nicole was suitably impressed and I
was not about to pop her bubble. We ate enough for 4 between us
and half the salad and mushrooms I'd ordered. The wine was great
too.    But mostly I marveled at her; I could not get enough of
my woman-child lover. She was sophisticated and knowledgeable in
most worldly things but naive and innocent with matters of the
heart. When I first met her, I was overwhelmed and captivated.
Now I was overwhelmed by her joy of life and optimism. And
captivated by her love.    I looked in her eyes and sighed,
"Nicole, if it takes a million years to make you happy, I'll
gladly do it." We kissed, gently, for a long time.

= = = = =

I went back to the computer while Nicole was figuring out the
dishwasher. She'd told me about the filing cabinet where Gaston
had kept his printed information and sure enough, the passwords
and access codes were there.    The account was still active and
it showed Nicole as a co-signer, which made things a lot simpler.
I had looked through the "sell" list and over half had gone past
its sell date. Some of them were companies that didn't even exist
anymore. So I thought I should sell the shares that had the
lowest value, in case they go bankrupt or something, as well as
the ones that had met Gaston's price expectations.    It took me
a while to bang in the various sell orders but T1 is FAST! I
looked at the final figures and it showed that I had unloaded 5
million dollars. The hair stood up on my head and I broke out in
a sweat.    "Nicole, can I talk to you?" She was still reading
the manual.    I told her what I had done and my fears that I've
done the wrong thing.    "It seems like you did the right thing,
because now I'm 5 million dollars richer!"    It made sense, in a
way.
   "But you have to re-invest it, Gaston has always said money in
a bank is money lost."    "Why?"
   "I don't know exactly but it has to do with taxes."
   "Oh."
   "James..." Her little voice, "Can you help me?"
   "There's only one thing I can help you with right now." I
growled and my cock advanced on her.    "Oh, can you start the
dishwasher and we'll do what you want..."    I readjusted the
dishes and diddled with the controls and then read the manual
again. It worked as soon as I touched it.    "See?" I patted her
head. "And about my payment?"
   Demurely she took me to the gym and told me to get my sorry
ass in gear.

= = = = =

She stayed to work out with me and soon we were pushing ourselves
hard, happy to be sharing each other's company.    I had my head
nestled between her bobbing breasts in the whirlpool when I asked
her, "Nicole, do you think we can get an implant for Jules?"   
"Oh, I suppose. I should be able to sign for it."
   "...and maybe for 2 of her friends?"
   "Er, I'm afraid to ask, both 14?"
   "Yeah, I think."
   "You think? Do you even know their names?"
   "Yeah - they ARE Jules' best friends and, yesterday, they
kinda dared me and one thing led to another..."    "Oh James, you
have to learn to say no sometimes..."
   "Well, actually, there may be another, she's 12."
   "Oh no." she rocked me, "You're a monster, an insatiable
monster."    So I told her about Sara and Brenda, and Amanda.
   "Wow, this Amanda is Rose Cipola's daughter?"
   "I guess - if she teaches English..."
   "Correct. Hmmm... You care for this Amanda?
   "Yeah, a lot. She's really smart and sweet. I think she loves
me too."    "Hmmm, let me think..."
   Her hand started toying with my cock and it became hard, "Er,
I thought you're thinking."    "I am... these things are like
worry beads - or worry balls. I'm worried your balls will get you
into trouble." She was quite pleased with her own wit as she
jacked me harder to make sure I was equally impressed.   
"Nicole, does the water here ch