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Subject: {ASSM} The Man Who Has a Spare (cons, i/r, MF)
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THE MAN WHO HAS A SPARE

An item I thought I had posted a while back, but I don't see it in the
Google archive.
	This is a sequel of sorts to "Buying as Teenage Girl" by Angel.  The
author brought the story to a reasonable ending, but I was intrigued
by some unexplored possibilities in it.  This begins with a summary of
it, with some details changed because I felt them superfluously
complicating, and others altered to fit my own prejudices.


     I had started my own business and worked quite hard on it; hard
enough that it probably accounts for my not marrying when I was in my
twenties.  At 30, I has 50 employees and branches in three cities.  At
about 35, an uncle on my mother's side whom I had been polite to but
never had much contact with died.  I had not realized how much money
he had, but it seems that he had approved of my business venture and
left me enough money that my business could be greatly expanded very
quickly and I myself could now have less of a hands-on role - or
really only as much as I wanted.

     I was approaching the age when many executives took a second
wife, a trophy wife as it is called.  I had always felt that the
practice was immoral, but the idea of marrying a much younger woman
had an appeal, and, since I had never married, a young and beautiful
first wife was a very different matter to me.

     I had found a young woman of Latin American ancestry, with no
living relatives besides a maternal aunt, raised in the US and
American in everything but citizenship.  (Her parents were killed when
she was an infant.)

     She was breathtakingly beautiful, 18 years old, intelligent, and
a virgin.

     I approached the aunt, saying that I had selected the teenager
for an apprenticeship and scholarship program.  The girl would be
working a few hundred miles away, and I would provide food and housing
for her.

     This was true in a way.  The lodging was in my home.  I told the
girl, Maria, that she could either run the household for a salary, or
become my mistress.  She would have a month to decide what our
relationship would be.  From the moment that we left the aunt's home,
I tried to be as courteous and romantic as possible, to win her over.

     After two weeks of intense wooing and attention, Maria blushingly
announced her decision.  I took her virginity at eight o'clock on a
Friday night, as her shyness turned to enthusiastic cooperation.  All
her pent-up desire was released on me, over and over, and on Monday
morning I asked her to marry me.

     By the time of the wedding, two weeks later, she had conceived.
She remained a very inventive lover, appearing at my office at times
in the middle of the day to offer herself to me, as time and the
[pregnancy went on offering her mouth more than her body

     Six months after the wedding, some old fantasies surfaced,
however, and I began to search again.

     This time I found a woman named May Spriggs, a month or so short
of 18, and the same distance from high school graduation, living in a
small town in North Carolina where she was a science talent search
semi-finalist who was being raised by her grandmother.  The girl's
mother had been killed by a stray bullet in the neighborhood she had
moved to in Durham; the father was a man whom the grandmother never
met and who had vanished before the child was born.

     May was tall slim and black, with very dark skin.

     The grandmother was told that May would be given a part-time job
with my company branch in Baltimore and free tuition at Johns Hopkins
University, as well as a living stipend and a guaranteed job when she
got her degree.   The grandmother was wary at first but came around
when given materials on the scholarship program (quite genuine, by the
way).

     The materials were given to her by May.  May had gotten hold of a
used computer, donated by a local business when the PC was depreciated
away, and had an email account through which I had approached her.

      I told May that she had a choice with me.  Either she would be
given a twenty hour per week  job with my company, with all tuition
refunded, and the job full-time at graduation for a minimum of five
years - or a position requiring about an hour a week with free room,
tuition and board, and me in her bed from time to time.

     May, I learned, investigated me thoroughly and demanded both
options in writing.  This gave me a higher opinion of her than I had
held before.

     The situation was this.  It was desirable to have people in my
company visit Baltimore and DC (an hour away if you are not familiar
with the area) on a regular but unpredictable basis.  With hotel
prices as they were, it was more practical on a long-term basis to buy
a two-apartment house in a nice section of Baltimore (cheaper and
safer than Washington), and have someone maintain one apartment for
visitors in return for a reduced rent on the other.

     This was the second option given to May Spriggs.  She would keep
the upstairs apartment stocked with food, clean the sheets as they
were used in the two bedrooms in that apartment, and have any repairs
to the building billed to my company.  She would be reimbursed for any
groceries or staples bought for either apartment, and given a $20
thousand annual salary.

     The rent would be on the company books as reduced, but in reality
I was going to pay it personally if she used the second option.

     The neighborhood in which the house was located was just west of
and an easy walk from the Johns Hopkins main campus.  It had the
reputation among some people as being racist, because there were very
few blacks living there, though there were many in the city.  But some
did live there, more worked there, and there were even a few
interracial couples.  The racial segregation was real enough in its
way, but existed because any house or apartment that became available
in the neighborhood became known to relatives of the locals before it
could go on the market.

     And the locals had long been used to Hopkins students of all
races living nearby for a few years, three or so in a house with the
individuals slowly changing.

     I told May that she could live for a month rent-free in the house
while deciding firmly on which option she would use.   But as a
precaution, while she decided (and indeed before she left her
grandmother's home) I had her given a thorough examination by a
physician and put on birth-control pills.  I had no interest in
fathering mixed-race children, or indeed in having any carelessness or
weakness saddle her with children before she got her degree.

     So for August of that year she maintained the house while I
visited her for a few hours each week of conversation, ostensibly to
see how she was doing but in reality to get her accustomed to the idea
of things becoming much more intimate.   My trips to the area were
nothing like so frequent as a usual thing, but I decided not to
delegate any of them for this time.

     For this month I let myself obsess on how May Spriggs looked in
her tight jeans and ruffled blouses, and imagined how she would look
when out of them.  I pictured her opening her long legs to me and
wrapping them around me as I plunged deep into her, bringing her to
ecstasy and filling her with my foiled seed.

     I had told her that I would demand her virginity if she took the
second option, and would require her to give me her body when I was in
town, but she was going to be given at least a week's advance notice
of that every time.  But I saw no reason at all to deny her the normal
social life of a college student.  Dating her peers by age or even
going to bed with them caused me no problem at all - though I did
caution her about venereal diseases, since I certainly did not want to
be given one by her.

     I wanted her available to me, and I certainly wanted to be first,
but being exclusive when I would only be around from time to time
would be absurd, I felt.

     I telephoned May Spriggs at the end of the month to hear her
decision, and she shyly said that she would agree to accept me into
her body, for me to end her maidenhood and make her into a woman with
my erection.

     The next Friday, a few days before classes began at Hopkins, I
arrived at the house in Baltimore with a small suitcase - not a thing
commented on by neighbors long used to people from my company staying
for a few days.   I also had three dresses in May's size, newly
purchased for her and of different styles.  I let her choose which of
them she would wear for a dinner with me in an expensive restaurant,
but she modeled all of them for me, one after the other.  One was a
yellow ruffled full-bodied dress, one a black semi-business suit, but
what she chose for her last night as a virgin was a green silk
clinging gown, strapless and almost backless, which showed off her
flawless dark skin to perfection.

     As I sat opposite her that night in the restaurant, my mind came
back again and again to how beautiful she looked now and how wonderful
it was going to feel as her wet vaginal walls parted for me and I
drove into her, opening her up for the first time.  I pictured her
mouth opening at the first penetration and how it would gape again as
I gave her an orgasm, and as I flooded her inside with my semen.

     The way that she kept looking at my face, then looking away and
blushing, sometimes looking a bit fearful, made it clear that she had
the same thoughts.

     While she was below drinking age in the state, nobody at the
restaurant was going to object to her being served alcohol - they knew
me from past visits, and who could doubt that this sophisticated young
woman whom I had as my companion might not indeed be twenty-one or
more?   Some vodka relaxed her very well without affecting the
sweetness of her breath for me.

     We returned to the house at midnight.   As I stood in the living
room, she made the first move, walking toward me with open arms.   Our
lips touched, and soon our tongues did also.   I used my practiced
skills to arouse her, until she was trembling in my arms, though
perhaps partly from nervousness.  I unhooked the clasp and lowered the
zipper on the back of her gown enough that the front sagged and
exposed her sweet young breasts, for no bra would go with that gown.
I ran my hands over her smooth dark skin and pulled her to me.

     Then we went hand in hand into her bedroom.

     "Please be gentle," she whispered as we stood by her bed.

     "Of course," I replied.  "I want you to want me each time that
you see me.  I want this and every time to be good for you, because
the better it is for you, the better it is for me."

     The zipper went all the way down.   The gown did likewise.  I
picked up her slim black body and lay her on her bed, and then I slid
her panties off, leaving her perfectly naked, and perfect in my eyes.

     I removed my own clothing and lay at her side, kissing her again,
fondling her breasts, grazing my fingers across her labia, and letting
my erection touch her there as well from time to time.

    She plainly expected me to enter her then, but instead I lowered
my head and kissed her vagina.  As she cried out in surprise and drew
her legs back in reflex, I continued.   I used my lips and tongue to
open her further and build her up and up until she cried out again; if
it was in surprise this time it was because of the force of the
sensations she was feeling at the height of orgasm.  I knew that once
I had given her an orgasm with my mouth, May would be more likely to
look forward to having me take her virginity and spread her  wide for
the first time.

     I had her rest in my arms for a moment, and now I was the one
surprised at how quickly she decided to kiss me and taste her own
juices on my mouth.

     In a few minutes, May said to me, "I hope you can go on soon.  I
want very much to feel you in me.  I want to know how it feels to have
you explode inside of me."

    "I want to know how it feels to have you open to me and feel your
walls part for me; I want to feel your body under mine as you climax
at the end of my penis," I replied.

    "Oh, God in heaven, I want you!" she whispered.

     I moved until the end of my erection was between her lubricated
lower lips.  I slid in for an inch and she gasped.   I slid in a
little, and a little more, and in and out until I felt a slight
obstruction, though whether it was a maidenhead or just a place where
she was tight was not clear.

     In any case I bent my head to kiss her, and then I moved again.
In any case, I moved easily forward now, moving in and out further.
May was still nervous and tight - in more than the place where her
tightness was to be expected and was so sweet to feel - until I was
all the way into her, as deep as I could be and since I felt the end
of her cervix as deep as anyone could ever be.   Something changed
then, for somehow her mind relaxed and she became more eager for me.

     May built quickly now under my long slow strokes to a peak that
caused her to squeeze me more than even before, calling out, and then
collapse to a puddle of satisfied femininity --for some moments.   But
I continued to pump her body, and now she began to jerk more and more
quickly, until the end of my penis shot out hot thick liquid and she
screamed my name in release.

     We fell asleep together, and when I awoke I learned some things
about this dark beauty whom I had deflowered.   Or rather I realized
the implications of what I had already known.   She was intelligent,
very intelligent.  She was independent, and given to thinking things
through by herself.   She had read about sexual practices and
activities - what teenage girl is not interested in them?   And any
hesitations that she had were rational ones, and she knew that what
did not harm others would not harm her.

     I woke to the feel of a damp cloth washing my groin clean.  Then
I felt a warm wet mouth on the half-erect shaft that her washing hands
had raised.   When she saw my eyes watching her as she knelt over me,
dark and glorious, she raised her head to say, "I want you in my body
again, but I may be too sore right now.  But I can give you this!"

    She returned to her delicious work, until she seemed to take
nearly everything I had, far more than one would think possible for
someone to whom the was new.   She stayed on me until I exploded in
her mouth, or rather deep in her throat where the bitter taste of
semen could not make her hesitate at a critical moment.

     Later, in the shower together, I brought her to a peak with my
fingers as her naked body sagged against mine.  That day we talked and
walked around the city; that night I entered her twice, the second
time making her scream out as she had the night before.

     On Sunday afternoon I entered that black teenage body from
behind, rubbing her nipples as I did.   On Sunday afternoon I left
town.

    Perhaps twice a month I have returned to her, always rejuvenated
by her lithe acrobatic form and her eagerness for me.

-- 
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