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Telepathy Ability

Administrator — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 16:00:06 +0000

I strolled into the gym, dressed in shorts and a ragged old
T-shirt. People were drifting in, gathering for the fitness
class scheduled to begin in a few minutes. The norms scattered
around the floor stretching and loosening up were fit and
healthy-looking; I’d selected an advanced class for my day’s
recreation. The women, who outnumbered the men by a
considerable margin, were generally dressed in body-hugging
clothing. Spandex was common among the men, too; they mostly
seemed to be of that irritating Serious Exerciser type, anxious
that their clothing should state, “Hey, I do this all the time.”
“Norms?” Normals, you know; people who *can’t* impose their
will on other people, the way that I can. Call it projective
telepathy, call it what you will. How’d I get to be this way?
That’s not a subject I care to discuss, for reasons I’m also not
interested in pursuing. Don’t worry, though: should we ever
meet, Gentle Reader, you’ll be far too busy hastening to obey my
every command to worry about the origin of my power. Some might
say that I don’t put my powers to constructive use; they might
even go so far as to accuse me of being rather petty and
vindictive, even cruel at times. I recall a young man who said
something along those lines to me, right to my face. Poor
fellow; I may have been a bit hard on him, I must admit. I’ll
not go into the sordid details here. Hey, he’s *alive*, all
right?
I sauntered around the edge of the gym, casually checking
out the female population. Choosing the advanced workout had
been wise, I could see immediately; these women were uniformly
taut and lean, right up my alley. They invested a lot of time in
their bodies, clearly, and were interested in showing off their
well-muscled forms, chiselled out through rigorous diet and
exercise.
One young lass in particular caught my eye as she bent over
and stretched, and I headed towards her. Before I reached her,
however, a couple of macho-male jock types crossed my path,
talking loudly and not watching where they were going. The one
in front collided with me quite solidly, his shoulder meeting
mine and knocking me off balance for a moment.
“Hey, sorry, guy,” he boomed, slapping me on the back. They
moved past me.
“Hold on a moment,” I said. “Come back here.” They turned
around obediently and stood in front of me.
I looked them over. “I think you’re a couple of obnoxious
jock assholes. Don’t you agree?” They nodded silently. “Say
it.”
“We’re a couple of obnoxious jock assholes,” they chimed,
creating a pleasant stereo effect.
“Again, please.”
They said it again. “Well,” I said, “we’ll just have to
. . . Oh, hang on.” A few people nearby were beginning to take
notice of this little scene unfolding before them; it was time to
take care of that. *You will notice nothing unusual about
anything that may occur in this gym*, I wide-projected to
everyone in the place. I then slapped up a couple of repeating
fields over the only two doors, projecting that same command over
and over; anyone who entered would receive instructions to see
nothing peculiar. People returned to their chatting and warming
up, the behaviour of my two “friends” forgotten.
“Well,” I resumed, “we’ll just have to do something about
that, won’t we? For the next four months, I want you to do no
exercise at all, OK?”
“All right.” “Sure.”
“And twice a day you’ll be overwhelmed with a craving for
chocolate bars, ice cream, potato chips, that sort of thing. See
if you can gain fifty or sixty pounds for me, will you? And lose
all that nasty muscle tone. Do you guys have girlfriends?” They
both nodded. “Do you have sex with them often?”
“Every couple days.” “Twice a week, maybe.”
I smiled. “You’ll be impotent with them for the next four
months. No, make it six months, and make it with everyone, not
just them. Now, what’s the most expensive item you own?”
“My stereo system.” “My computer.”
“Why don’t you go home right now and smash those up for me?
After you’ve made sure the things are destroyed, you’ll have no
idea why you did it, all right? Forget about me, except that you
will of course keep following my orders. Go.”
They wandered off, wearing that amusingly puzzled look norms
tend to get when can sense that they’re about to do something
tremendously foolish, but have no idea why, and even less idea
what to do about it. I laughed aloud. You norms bring me no end
of amusement, you really do. Such a vast pool of things to play
with, and all of them without the most elementary of mental
defences.
My petty revenge having been exacted – yes, I admit it, but
I don’t let anyone else say such things – I continued towards the
girl. She wore pink leggings, with a black leotard. The leotard
plunged into a thong in back, emphasizing her firm ass underneath
the clingy pink material. Her breasts were rather large; the bra
that held them up was clearly visible in outline under the
leotard’s fabric.
I strolled up and placed a hand on her butt. She turned her
head to look casually over her shoulder at me, not finding this
unusual, of course; her gaze was just mildly curious.
“You don’t mind,” I said. Not a question.
“No, of course not.” She returned to her conversation with
two of her friends, neither of whom remarked upon my presence.
I ran both hands over that tight ass, then down her long,
muscular legs, enjoying the feel of her body.
“This is getting you turned on,” I informed her. I ran my
hands back up one leg, then brushed lightly over her cunt with my
fingertips. She gasped. I continued upwards, over her flat
stomach, to her breasts. Her nipples were large and hard,
perceptible even through two layers of material. She moaned
slightly as my hands moved over her.
I moved behind her and hugged her to me, moving one hand
over her tummy and the other over her tits. I could feel the
flesh of her ass pressing against my erection as I buried my face
in her long blond hair, pleased by the scent of it. I rubbed my
hard-on against her, and she moved her hips against me in
response. She had dropped out of the conversation by this point,
her level of excitement having rendered it difficult for her to
speak.
A female voice rang out from the opposite side of the gym.
“Just about a minute ’til we get started, everybody! Just let me
get the music set up . . .” The aerobics instructor had
obviously arrived while I had been distracted. I caught a
glimpse of her through the crowd. Holy smokes! Definitely
worthy of closer investigation.
But before I moved on, this lovely thing I was touching had
earned a bit of a reward. “You’re about to have an orgasm,” I
whispered in her ear. “3, 2, 1 . . . Now.” I felt her spasm
against me, and she let out a low cry. “Again, 3, 2, 1 . . .
Now. And again, 3, 2, 1 . . . Now. Have a nice day.” I left
her there, her face contorted with pleasure as the multiple
climaxes peaked and died away. See? I have my moments of
generosity, spreading a little joy in this dark and sad world.
Well, I’m *told* it’s dark and sad, anyway; I hadn’t really
noticed, myself.
The instructor was a truly spectacular specimen, I found
when I approached. She wore an all white outfit, leotard over
leggings; her body definitely did not need the concealing effect
of darker colours. Her breasts were of a medium size, not large,
but wonderfully well-shaped and very firm. Her arms were slender
yet toned. The flat panels of her stomach were outlined by the
leotard, as were the strong muscles of her long legs. Even her
ass was well-muscled.
She had a very pretty face, I noticed at last, and was
flashing a beautiful smile at some of the regulars as she cued up
her workout tape. Her hair was long and shiny black, tied back
in a cute ponytail. There was not an ounce of excess flesh
anywhere to be seen; her small, compact body was taut as a drum
all over.
“Wow,” I said. The word just slipped out, I was so taken
with her. She turned briefly and looked at me, then returned to
what she was doing. Under other circumstances, she might have
thought it unusual to see a guy standing up close to her, an
obvious erection poking at the front of his shorts, staring at
her body and practically drooling.
She brushed past me and jogged lightly to the centre of the
floor. God, she moved like a cat! No, like a tiger, long
muscles flowing under the skin. This, I thought, promises to be
fun!
The class got started, the instructor leading them through
some light stretching and other warm-up exercises. It was a
fair-sized crowd for the relatively small gymnasium, perhaps
fifty or sixty in all, among whom I counted about ten men. I
didn’t bother joining in; I just stood near the edge of the gym
and watched the woman in the centre. I found that a few
aerobicisers were impeding my view of her; I projected a command
that a clear aisle was to be maintained for me at all times.
After a few minutes the main aerobic segment began, complex
combinations of knee raises, leg lifts, stride jumps, and so on,
moving back and forth across the gym. As she led the class, the
teacher would change positions from time to time, moving out of
the centre to the front or the back. Many of the exercisers got
an extra workout while hustling to keep from moving between me
and her. Everyone was constantly checking – quite unaware that
they were doing it – to make sure that my line of sight was
clear.
There was a great deal of bouncing going on, and I was
enjoying watching the leader as she ricocheted around the room
with apparently limitless energy. But perhaps I could enjoy this
just a little bit more, I thought, if . . .
*Everyone make sure that you’re doing the same thing the
instructor is doing at all times*, I wide-projected. I turned my
attention to the current object of my desire. *That leotard is
quite itchy*, I sent to her. *Your breasts feel all
uncomfortable, and they’re too confined in there.*
As she performed the movements of the routine, her hands
started to dart up to brush her tits, futilely scratching an itch
that would not go away until I willed it. She also tugged at the
straps of her outfit, trying to loosen it for comfort. I was
amused to see the movements echoed all around the room, men and
women scratching their chests and pulling on their clothing.
*You’ll stop itching and feeling all bound up if you just
push your top down a bit*, I projected. *Go ahead.*
While still doing knee lifts, she reached up and eased the
straps of her leotard off her shoulders, peeling it down to her
waist. She wore a simple white sports bra underneath. Her smile
grew wider with relief, and she threw herself into the next set
of moves with great enthusiasm.
*The bra, too. Throw it to the edge of the gym.* She
reached behind her and unfastened it, then threw it off to one
side. A hail of bras followed as the rest of the class imitated
her.
The instructor’s breasts, now bouncing free, were topped by
small but prominent nipples. Looking around, I was greeted by
the pleasant sight of a sea of bare-chested women. The men were
bare-chested as well; they were looking around too, not finding
the situation unusual but certainly appreciating it.
*Why not get rid of the whole leotard? Just toss it.*
She had to stop moving for a moment to accomplish this.
Stepping quickly out of it, she threw the leotard – surprisingly
small when not filled by a body – to the edge of the gym. This
left her clad only in her white leggings, which ran from her
knees up to her waist, where they rode low on her hips. Again, a
flurry of clothing from the class soon joined hers. The men shed
their shorts or spandex tights, and continued to work out in
their underwear; that they were finding this an unusually
stimulating class was now quite obvious to anyone who cared to
look.
I sat down, content to just sit back and take in the scenery
for a while. The class moved on to strength exercises, pushups
and situps and other movements, all of which had interesting
effects on the anatomies of the females. Eventually they moved
on to an exercise for the inner thigh: lying on their backs with
legs straight up in the air, they lowered their legs out to the
sides, then brought them back together again. I stood up.
*Strip*, I told the instructor. *Everything off.*
She stopped what she was doing, sat up and hastily removed
her shoes and socks, then rolled the leggings down to her ankles
and slid them off. She wore nothing beneath them.
*Carry on with that exercise*, I told her. I walked up to
her through the rows of aerobicisers, all of whom were now naked.
I ran my eyes down her body as she pumped her legs up and down in
a fluid, constant motion, showing no signs of strain. The view
was impressive from where I stood near her legs, looking down at
her. It was a warm summer’s day, and a fine sheen of sweat
coated her smooth, flawless skin. To quote an old cliche: I love
exercise – I could watch it all day.
“Hold it there,” I said aloud to her, when her legs were
spread apart. She froze, legs held in that position, idly gazing
up at me. An exceptionally flexible girl, I noted; her feet came
down almost to the floor.
“What’s your name?”
“Liz,” she responded. “Liz Brimley.”
“You’re feeling pretty horny right now, aren’t you, Liz?”
She nodded, swallowing.
I touched her legs, revelling in the sensation of sliding my
hands over those muscles. Her skin was soft, and lubricated with
her own sweat. I knelt and traced them all the way down to her
pussy. After stroking her clit briefly, I brushed through the
dark pubic hair and on upwards; I could smell her arousal, now.
I continued on up, across her stomach to her breasts, which were
just as firm close up as they appeared from a distance. As I
leaned forward, my cock brushed her now wet cunt through the
fabric of my shorts. Perhaps it was time to take part in this
class myself . . .
“Um, excuse me?” A nervous voice floated across the gym
from near one of the doors.
I whirled and stood up, startled at this interruption. The
speaker, visible over a mob of people lying on their backs with
their legs spread, was a short, balding man somewhere in his mid-
forties. He walked towards me. I was temporarily speechless, an
exceedingly rare condition for me.
“Ah, excuse me,” he repeated. “I, um, was just wondering
if . . . Well, if this . . .” He indicated the gym with a wave
of his hand. “If this is . . . I can’t seem to find anything
unusual about it, but I feel sure that . . . Well, I mean, is
this *proper*, do you think? I mean, should you be . . .”
“Shut up,” I told him, cutting off his ramblings. “Who the
*fuck* are you?”
“I’m Bill Chesterton. I’m the administrator of the athletic
complex, here, and I was just passing by when I looked in and
saw . . .”
“Shut up.” I was puzzled by friend Bill’s apparent
resistance. Probing him, I found a rather distracted, fuzzy
mind, cluttered with vague, shifting thoughts. His mind was so
muddled that it felt . . . well, “slippery” is the nearest word I
can find. His absentmindedness was serving him as a sort of
shield, I concluded; my orders were partially obscured in the
general static, allowing him to perceive something as being out
of the ordinary in the gym.
Well, that was all right. I’d been worried there, for a
moment, that I’d encountered a new breed of norm, somehow immune
to my influence. He had resisted – mainly by accident – a
sustaining field, but surely he could not hold out against more
direct orders?
“Bill, old buddy,” I said, putting an arm around his
shoulders. “See that young lady right there?” I indicated a
young Asian woman, lying of course with her legs spread apart.
He nodded. “I’d like you to lick her, right there between her
legs. Go ahead, Bill, lick her cunt.”
“All right.” He knelt down without hesitation and started
in on the girl.
I watched him for a moment. It occurred to me that I should
have been more cautious in ensuring my privacy – a lesson for the
future. For now, I set up additional fields, surrounding the
doors and extending out away from them in a wide semicircle,
projecting a command: *Go away, and don’t come back here before
tomorrow.*
Bill continued to slurp away, rather noisily. The girl’s
forehead furrowed slightly from time to time; her brain was
obviously beginning to have just a bit of difficulty with the
assertion that having inept oral sex performed on her by a pudgy
balding man was nothing that she ought to find unusual in an
aerobics class. These twinges were only intermittent, however,
and the rest of the time she lay there contentedly, gazing
incuriously around the room.
“Stand up, Bill,” I instructed. He did so, and stood there
looking at me. “Wet your pants.”
A dark stain spread out from the crotch of his grey slacks.
A small puddle formed on the floor as the warm liquid dripped
down his leg.
Now, what to do with Bill? Something unfortunate really
ought to happen to someone who had given me such a start, but
what? Ah . . .
“You,” I said, pointing at the Asian woman. “What’s your
name?”
“Vicky Chan.”
“Find your stuff and get dressed, Vicky.” As she moved to
do so, I turned my attention back to Bill. “Are you married,
Bill?”
“Yes.”
“Happily? Ever fool around, ever cheat?”
“No, I would never do that.”
I smiled. “Never say never, Billy. By the way, you’ve made
a bit of a mess on the floor, there. Someone ought to clean that
up, don’t you think?”
“Yes, of course. The janitorial staff will . . .”
I cut him off. “Why don’t you do it? In fact, why don’t
you lick it up for me, right now?” He got down on his knees and
started lapping away.
When Vicky returned, dressed simply in grey bicycle shorts
and a black T-shirt, Bill was just getting back to his feet.
“Bill, meet Vicky, your new mistress. The two of you are
going to have an affair, starting today. Once a week you’ll get
together and have wild, passionate sex. You’ll have to hide this
from your wife, of course, and you’ll feel terribly guilty about
cheating on her, but you won’t be able to help yourself, you’ll
be so addicted to the sex.
“You’re going to spend outrageous amounts of money on Vicky,
bringing her expensive presents every time you meet, jewellery,
clothes, that sort of thing. Ask her what she wants. After
about four months, oops! Your wife is going to find out. You’ll
start to make mistakes, to make little slips that will eventually
allow her to figure out what’s going on. Do you understand?”
The two of them nodded.
I pulled Vicky aside and spoke to her separately. “Have you
got a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Well, there’s no need for any of this to affect your
relationship with him. Don’t tell him about your sugar daddy
over there. And you’re going to enjoy fucking Bill, I promise.
No matter what he does, you’ll get very turned on and have a
terrific orgasm at the same time that he does, all right?”
I pulled Vicky over to Bill and slid her arm around his
waist. “OK you two, run along now, off to your first date. Oh,
and Bill, if this little incident doesn’t bankrupt you and break
up your marriage, pick up a hooker somewhere and do it again.
And again. And don’t go around bothering telepaths, you
miserable shit.”
I projected the standard command to them: don’t remember me,
but keep obeying the orders. The two walked away, Bill gazing
adoringly – and lustfully – at the woman clinging to him.
I turned back to Liz, who lay still in the same position.
“Stand up,” I ordered. She climbed to her feet.
“Undress me.”
I held my arms up to allow her to pull off my T-shirt. She
then unlaced my shoes and removed them, tugged off my socks, and
slid my shorts down to my ankles. I hadn’t bothered with
underwear; my erect penis bounced free as she pulled off the
shorts. All around us, like so many marionettes, the class
engaged in an elaborate mime performance, undressing an invisible
man.
“I’m pretty sexy, don’t you think? In fact, I think that
I’m about the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You’re
unbelievably turned on just looking at me, aren’t you?”
Liz nodded, and looked me up and down, slowly. Her eyes
kept returning to my cock. Her tongue frequently darted out to
moisten her lips. I rocked my hips back and forth a bit, causing
my hard-on to swing from side to side; her eyes followed it. One
of her hands moved between her legs, and she began to stroke
herself.
When I looked around the gym, I laughed aloud; the entire
class was doing it! I had a sudden image of her trying to lead
the class members through the procedure: “Now, this next
exercise . . .”
“You’d like me to fuck you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Tell me what you’d like me to do,” I ordered.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to touch me all over, to
touch my tits, to lick me. I want to touch your cock, to suck on
it, to feel it in my hands. I want to feel it inside me, your
long, hard cock thrusting into me. I want . . .”
I waved her to silence. “Maybe later.” For the moment, I
had other plans.
“Go get me one of those mats,” I told Liz. She jogged
gracefully over to the corner where the mats were piled. The
entire group turned and ran with her in unison, and the corner
became rather choked with bodies as the nearest people crowded
into it with her. As Liz came back bearing a mat, the class
spread out again.
I put the mat on the floor and lay down on it, projecting
commands to Liz. I had her rub her breasts over me, running her
nipples over my skin. She held herself up as though she were
doing a pushup on those strong arms, and started at my face, then
moved backwards, brushing her breasts over my chest and stomach.
As she went, she rubbed her wet, hot pussy against me, brushing
my stomach, then sliding it down my leg. She moved still lower,
and I sighed with pleasure as she rubbed those perfectly formed
tits, slick with sweat, over my already tremendously aroused
cock. Next, at my suggestion, she tickled my balls with her
thatch of pubic hair, then rubbed her bush lightly against my
cock, down at the base.
Now, norms under my influence tend to become very hesitant
about doing things that I have not specifically ordered; this is
why, for example, Liz hadn’t rushed forward and jumped me when I
was telling her to be fascinated with my body. This effect was
operating again at the moment. As she was teasing my cock,
holding herself on her arms with her back arched up – I was
enjoying the view – I could sense from Liz a very strong impulse
that she was keeping suppressed. She desperately wanted to just
slide up a ways, spread her legs and pull me inside her, despite
the risk of pregnancy or sexually transmitted disease.
I wasn’t about to allow her to give in to that particular
impulse, however. I hadn’t brought appropriate protection, and
why would I want to run the risk of messing up a killer bod like
hers with a pregnancy? There’d be plenty of time later for other
activities; I’d already decided that Liz would be coming home
with me. I have a touch of the collector’s bug in me, and she
was certainly a prize worth adding to my collection.
“Give me a blow job,” I said. The idea excited her, but
there was a twinge of disappointment as she slid her crotch away
from mine.
A long, pleasurable time later, I was still lying on the
mat, subject to Liz’s tender ministrations. She was very good at
it, especially once I gave her free rein to improvise rather than
simply following directions. I’d enlisted a couple of other
young women, too, pulled at random from the crowd, the rest of
whom were on their hands and knees, sucking and licking the air.
One girl was sucking on my nipples, teasing them with her tongue,
while the other knelt behind my head and leaned down to nibble at
my earlobes.
Liz could sense that I was close to orgasm, and she closed
her mouth over the tip of my penis and began to suck on it, hard.
My arousal built up and up, and shortly I came, crying out as the
pleasure coursed through me.
When I was young, before I had learned control of my talent,
I would tend to “leak” thoughts or emotions, especially when my
attention was distracted. On several occasions, whole apartment
buildings found themselves suddenly getting off – no doubt to the
great embarrassment of many – as I had an orgasm and projected
that intensity blindly outwards. I’ve since learned to control
it.
Here in the gym, though, I deliberately projected my
pleasure out to the crowd, so that as I came there was a rising
chorus of moans, groans and sighs as sixty-some people abruptly
climaxed simultaneously. Liz, who had already been in a highly
aroused state, had a particularly intense orgasm, bucking wildly
as she swallowed my semen.
I sat up languorously, a contented half-smile on my face. I
looked around. *Lick up anything you may have spilled, kids*, I
projected. The males dropped to all fours and started to clean
the floor with their tongues. No sense confusing the janitors
any more than necessary, I figured.
I told Liz to get dressed, and in short order the class was
once again fully clad. Time to clean up after myself a little
bit.
“Go into your cool-down routine,” I suggested. I rid the
class of their compulsion to copy her movements exactly, and told
them to forget everything that had just occurred. They would
remember an ordinary aerobics class, instead. I took down the
fields around the doors, cancelled the order to perceive nothing
unusual, and drifted to the back of the class. Standing at the
back, just watching as everyone else did cool-down stretches, I
attracted a few odd looks, which I ignored.
After a few minutes, Liz got to her feet and said, “That’s
all for today. Have a good one.” There was the traditional
post-aerobics round of applause, and the class broke up. I
smiled to myself as I heard people talking about what a good
class it had been. An exceptionally good class, from my point of
view! When the gym had mostly emptied out, I approached Liz; she
was retrieving her tapes and locking up the sound equipment.
“Ah, Ms. Brimley!” I said. “Great class, as always!”
“Thanks.”
“May I call you Liz?”
“Sure,” she said cautiously, not wanting this to turn into a
pickup attempt.
“I mean, it seems only right to be on a first name basis,
when we’ve shared so much together.” And I allowed her memory of
what had just happened in the gym to return.
Her eyes widened, and she was momentarily stunned. She then
started to take a big breath, perhaps preparing to yell something
at me.
“You’re in love with me, Liz,” I told her before she could
make a sound. “Madly, deeply, head-over-heels in love with me.
You’d do anything for me, anything at all. Why don’t you come
back to my place right now? We can talk about all the fun stuff
we’re going to do together.”
She flashed that beautiful smile at me, and said, “Let’s
go.”
We left the gym together, Liz holding my hand and babbling
happily about how devoted she was to me. My mind was buzzing
with thoughts of what to do with my new plaything when we got
home.

Laundry Sex Story

Administrator — Sat, 04 Aug 2007 19:49:38 +0000

I had just finished toiling over my dirty clothes at the laundromat, and had
piled my stuff together to take home. I live only a few blocks away, and
usually walk when it is as nice outside as it was last night.

I must have looked like I was overloaded, carrying my laundry, because a
car pulled over next to me. “Do you want a ride?” said the girl behind
the seat of the purple VW Bug. Well, who am I to say no, right? So I
got in her car. “Thanks,” I said, not thinking of much else appropriate
at the time. She said, “I’m Andrea–where are we going?”

I gave her my address and of course within moments we had arrived. Andrea
asked if she could help carry anything. Well, it seemed to me like she
was already carrying herself really well. Pretty face, sandy blond hair,
a white t-shirt and denim mini-skirt, she looked pretty nice. But, who am
I to say no, right? So she carried a few of my shirts.

Walking up the stairs, I could have sworn I didn’t see any panties under-
neath her skirt, not that I was looking or anything. Hmmmm……

Well, we got into my apartment and she set my stuff down. “There you go.”

Not thinking of much else to say at the moment, but wanting to leave things
open, I said, “Thanks. What can I do to thank you?”

Well, if her nipples swelling under her t-shirt weren’t enough of a give-
away, she said, “I’m sure you can think of something.” And with that her
eyes made their way down to my crotch. This having been laundry night,
I was just wearing a t-shirt and running shorts….shorts that by now weren’t
doing a very good job of concealing a hard-on.

As her eyes returned to mine, she suddenly embraced me with a passionate
kiss. As her tounge probed my mouth, I thought again, well, who am I to say
no, right? This might be fun. And I return the thought with as much
enthusiasm as I could muster.

As my hands wandered her body, I discovered quickly that my earlier
observation had been correct–no underwear of any form. This girl had
obviously had something in mind when she stopped her car. Fine with me.

Soon I had removed what clothes she was wearing, and stopped to admire her
36C breasts with huge nipples. The rest of her body was mighty nice, too.
I really wanted to suck her breasts, but she stopped me to remove my clothes
first. Well, that didn’t take long either. And so there I was, standing
in my apartment totally naked with a girl I had met just 10 minutes before.

She was obviously studying my body, too. “Jewish, huh?” she asked, my
circumsized cock being probably the last clue anyone needs to figure that
out about me. “Yup.”

Andrea replied, “Well, I hope my pussy is kosher, then!” With that, she
dragged me to the bed, and motioned for me to lay down. Who am I to
say no?

She immediately mounted my face with her lucious pussy. I eagerly started
to suck on her clitoris and anything else my tounge could reach. I lifted
my hands up to feel her breasts, and they were as nice as I thought. Very
perky. Andrea started moaning, and started rubbing her clit as I ate her
pussy. But as hot as I was, I wanted equal treatment. “Eat me” I
commanded. So Andrea flipped around into 69 position, and immediately
engulfed my six inches. Nobody had ever deep throated me like she was
doing before, and it certainly was a turn-on for both of us. I worried for
a second that my slimy neighbor would hear our moans of passion and call the
cops. But thoughts of the beautiful love box on my mouth brought me back
to the more important reality of the situation.

Soon Andrea’s moans got louder, and I knew it was time. With two words, she
verified my thoughts: “Fuck me!” Fine with me

I got a condom out of my drawer (“Ribbed for her pleasure”), and quickly
rolled it on. A few last laps at her snatch, and I was ready. She got
back on the bed, and I teased her for a few seconds by not quite entering
her. This got me a few moans, and the next time I started in I was forced
from behind. This got a few moans from _both of us_.

I thrusted deeply and quickly, and soon Andrea was obviously nearing orgasm.
I started to nibble her ear, and this sent her over. Her moans were almost
screams, and I was sure everyone else in the building could hear us now.
Boy, was I going to get some looks! And almost as quickly as her first
orgasm subsided, she seemed to be building another. It was time for me as
well, though Andrea’s second seemed to be more important to her at the
moment, the way her nails were digging into my back. And as she finished,
she commanded “Now”, so I did. And suddenly, with one last thrust, it
was over.

After a few minutes of recovery, Andrea got up and put on what clothes
she had with her. She wrote down her phone number, and said, “Next time
you do laundry, give me a call!”

19 yo virgin 1st time sex

Administrator — Sat, 07 Jul 2007 13:43:17 +0000

Archive-name: First/nineteen.txt

Archive-author: Karl Auerbach

Archive-title: 19 Year-old Virgin

Was it really almost 20 yrs ago? Doesn’t seem like it. I can remember.

Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that’s something you

don’t want to get around to the rest of your shipmates. But

hey, I was a little drunk and looking for sympathy when the subject of

last piece came up. I was only temporarily assigned to the ship and

wasn’t really part of the group. They let me tag along sometimes and

that’s why I was there when the subject came up. So I told them I was a

virgin. Got LOTS of sympathy. I’m just glad it was a small bar. I

didn’t have a lot of laughter to run through getting out of the place.

It was about three weeks later when Bill came up to me on a

Saturday night and asked if I wanted to hit some bars. I was

bored and, of course, ever hopeful Miss Right would be out there and

said OK. Since we heading out on a cruise the following Monday, I

figured I better get some shore leave in before we shipped out. Bill

jokingly said Maybe we’ll get you laid tonight. Yeah, right. In a pigs

eye.

We took off and headed down the strip (every Navy town has

one). I was driving my relatively new 68 Skylark; relative

since it was 1973 and the car was ‘new’ to me. Bill said Fuck it, let’s

try someplace else. Someplace where there aren’t a lot of sailors

ruining the place. Sounded good to me so I let him lead the way. We

drove around Newport quite a while with Bill giving directions. I had a

feeling he was looking for someplace in particular but didn’t really

care. Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we went into the

adjacent bar.

Jesus, this place looks dead I said. Bill told me to just wait

and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple of

beers while the place started to fill. Most of the newcomers were older

women. At 19, any woman is older; these looked to be over 30 with an

occasional over 40 mixed in. Very few men which made me wonder if Bill

had picked a lesbian bar (I hate that terminology). It was still kind

of early and we were working on our third beer ( I was, Bill was on 4

or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air, turned to the

mostly female population at the bar and said I have a virgin here, how

much do I hear? All I could think of was How could I let myself be

embarrassed like this again? I steeled myself to slink out amongst the

expected laughter when I noticed there wasn’t any. Looking around, all

I saw was expectant and, in some cases, hungry looks. I grinned

sheepishly at the wolves and said nothing, just kept sipping my beer.

Being 19 and not a professional drinker, the beer started

having its effect. I remember talking to a lot of the women

there (the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not attacked

by any of them. The band started playing and I danced with the women I

was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman enter the

bar. Beautiful! About 34, 5′6, brunette, and a body that would knock

you socks off. She was obviously a regular since she said hi to almost

everyone there. I didn’t pay much attention to her since she looked so

damn good. Figured my chances, coupled with my inexperience and age,

were nil (typical of ALL my thinking about girls/women at that time).

The woman I was dancing with saw me looking and just smiled.

After the dance was over, my partner excused herself saying she

had to talk with some friends. I went back to the bar and

talked a while with Bill. I noticed that my last dance partner was

talking to the brunette but I didn’t think anything of it. Next thing I

knew I was being tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost

choked on my beer; it was the brunette asking me if I wanted to dance.

Nodding my affirmation (thank God I didn’t have to open my mouth and

make a fool of myself) I followed her out to the dance floor.

We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking until the bar

closed. Bill left with one of the women we had talked to

earlier with the parting shot Give her hell! Mary (the brunette) simply

smiled at him and leered at me. I figured she was only flirting and

nothing would come of it. When it got down to us and a few other

clients, Mary asked if I would give her a ride home. Sure, I was hoping

but figured my typical luck would hold out and nothing would happen.

It didn’t take long before I was totally lost. I kept following

her directions figuring it’s her house, she knows the way.

Suddenly she said turn right here! I turned the car onto a dirt road

and quickly had to hit the brakes. Before me were rows of corn stalks

with no house in sight. She reached over, turned off the ignition, and

said I understand you’re a virgin. I’d like to do something about

that.

Now, a note of clarification on my virginity. I had dated a

girl during my senior year in high school and we got pretty

serious. Without going into detail on how it happened (another story,

perhaps?) we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated to

some mild oral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutual

masturbation. Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, and

down right fear of pregnancy kept us from going any further. The same

guilt and paranoia always infected our trysts and made them less

enjoyable. I digress but it is important to the story.

I was terrified! I wanted her so bad but my fear of failure,

self, etc. was almost overpowering. She slid over to my side

(thank God I didn’t have bucket seats!), put her arms around my neck,

and we started kissing. The new moon, hanging low in the eastern sky,

provided a pale surrealistic light to the situation. She slid her

tongue inside my mouth and played with mine in a way that promised

greater things to come. But still, I was petrified. I knew this was it;

it was finally going to happen. Technically I knew what to do (I’d seen

pornos, read books, practiced by myself) but I was so nervous I

couldn’t think what to do first. She broke the kiss and said This

really IS your first time, huh? All I could do was nod. Couldn’t even

mention the little I had done in high school. Well, we’ll just have to

find something to do to calm you down, she said. Right, got any

phenobarbitol? I’m 19, finally gonna get laid, and she thinks she can

calm me down? Good luck.

She again started kissing me, that wonderful tongue playing

intricate games in my mouth. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt and

started caressing my chest and occasionally venturing down to my

stomach and the start of my pants. My cock was straining and almost

screaming at me to get started. Tentatively I reached out and cupped

her breasts. She moaned, reached both arms behind me and crushed

herself against me. I almost passed out! This was too good to be true!

No begging or pleading, just someone who wanted it as much as I.

Somehow I got her shirt unbuttoned and began caressing her breasts.

MAGNIFICENT! She broke our embrace, reached behind and unsnapped her

bra. She smiled at me as her breasts tumbled free, grabbed my head from

behind, and pulled me down to those globes. I was lost in between them!

I kissed and sucked her tits, going from one to the other, slathering

them with my tongue without touching her nipples. She lay back moaning,

crushing my head to her breasts. Finally, I began running my tongue

around her nipples first in large circles which gradually became

smaller until my tongue was flicking across her nipple. Slowly, I drew

the nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. The pressure of her

hands on my head increased and I tried to suck as much of her breast

into my mouth as I could. I went back and forth between those melons

driving both of us into a frenzy.

By this time my dick was in extreme pain. I knew I had to do

something to relieve the pressure but felt I needed to do more

to please her. I remembered one of my shipmates telling how he

preferred cunnilingus before entry to help excite the woman and reduce

the amount of stroking required for her to reach orgasm. And believe

me, I was determined that she would also reach orgasm. I began running

my tongue down her chest to her stomach and back to her breasts. I was

curious if she wanted me or even would let me go down on her. Taking

her louder moans as an un-official endorsement, I began to undue her

pants. She lifted her ass and helped me pull her pants down and off. I

began to go lower toward her cunt when she pulled my head away, looked

into my eyes, and asked Do you know what you’re doing? Not wanting to

spoil the situation by saying something stupid I simply nodded. I

thought you were a virgin? she asked. I mumbled something about reading

a lot and she chuckled in a very sexy manner and said go ahead.

I again lowered my head to her stomach and continued running my

tongue around the area, occasionally dipping below into her panties and

dramatically increasing her moans. I grabbed her panties and slowly

drew them off. She twisted in the seat so that her head rested on the

passenger side arm rest with her legs spread on the seat (thanks mom

for not letting me buy that sports car!). Starting at her knees, I ran

my tongue down her legs to where her cunt hairs just started tickling

my nose. Knowing that I should start at her clitoris (thanks to

Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask), and

the general location, I used my tongue to explore until I found it. I

started flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth.

She arched her hips, grabbed my head, and crushed it against her cunt.

Whatever I lacked in experience I tried to make up for in effort. I

kept sucking gently on her clit, my saliva mixing with her juices,

until she was soaked. Leaving her clit I moved down and began tonguing

her vagina. Taking a deep breath, I shoved my tongue as far into pussy

as it would go. She mashed my head against her moaning Jesus, a natural

pussy eater! Hearing that drove me wild! I began thrusting my tongue in

and out with short trips back up to her clit. I just couldn’t get

enough of it with her moaning how good it felt and kept fucking her

cunt with my tongue.

Finally, I’d had enough. Not that I couldn’t continue doing

that, I just couldn’t take the pressure on my cock. Breaking

her iron-like grasp on my head, I pulled back and began taking off my

pants. She smiled at me and said Now it’s my turn. NO! I almost

screamed, I couldn’t take it! She smiled knowingly at me and laid back

down on the seat again spreading her legs. This was it. The moment of

truth! I knelt between her legs and she reached down and grabbed my

cock. I almost died! Just having someone else besides me touch my cock

was fantastic. She stroked it back and forth a few times muttering it

feels sooo nice! Grabbing my cock, she pulled me towards her and down

to her pussy. Without letting go of my cock, she slowly worked it into

her pussy grabbing my ass with her other hand. I couldn’t believe the

sensation! Rosie Palm and her five sisters NEVER felt like this! When

she had all of me in her, she let go of my cock, grabbed my ass with

both hands, and moved her hips up and down against me. At last I was

fucking a woman! I started getting carried away and thrust with all my

strength against her, her hands on my ass pulling me deeper into her

pussy.

I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. Feeling an orgasm

start, I shouted STOP! Too late, I started coming inside her

but held myself very still hoping I could control how much I came. She

looked up at me and asked Did you come? A little, I replied. Smiling,

she stroked my cheek and asked Do you want to stop? I shook my head no

and started stroking my still hard cock inside her. Now I understood

one of the benefits of being 19, healthy, and incredibly horny: once

just wasnot going to be enough! I also noticed that the first little

orgasm seemed to deaden the sensations in my cock. Realizing I could

now fuck her without worrying about coming too fast, I went at it with

a renewed gusto. She looked at me and moaned I don’t believe it! My ego

soared! I was Tarzan dominating Jane! I was the fulfillment of the male

image! Marlboro Man look out! I’m riding this mare to the sunset! I

kept up the pace, going in and out, as deep as I could, her writhing

and moaning driving me to animal passion that almost scared me. Her

hips thrusting back at me met my every stroke with equal, passionate

force. Suddenly, she grabbed me around the hips with her legs, and

sinking her teeth into my neck, began to come. Her vagina clamped down

on my cock and I could feel it pulsate in rhythm to her body

convulsions as she became lost in the throes of her orgasm. I couldn’t

believe that I had actually done that to a woman.

She held on to me long after the orgasm subsided, my cock still

hard inside her. Finally she relaxed her legs and let me pull

out of her. I didn’t want to leave that warm, marvelous cavern but my

arms were shaking from holding myself up. I sat back on the seat with a

silly grin on my face. She sat up, saw the grin, and chuckled Well, how

was it? Still grinning I replied WOW, it’s a lot better than I thought!

She laughed and snuggled up to me, her breasts pressing against my arm.

I lit a cigarette for both of us and we sat there in silence smoking.

She finished half of hers and snubbed it out. Leaning back against me,

she started stroking my thigh and said Well, we can’t go with you only

having a little orgasm. How about a big one? I was shocked! My high

school escapades previously mentioned always ended with one orgasm no

matter how good it was. Now here was a woman asking if I wanted more. I

don’t think I can relate the male ego boost that occurs even today upon

hearing that! I looked at her, nodded and said I don’t know if I can

come again. She looked me in the eye and said Let me worry about that.

Using both hands she gently forced me back until my head lay on

the driver’s side armrest, my legs spread on the seat. Being

obviously of a vengeful nature, she began running her tongue down my

legs and around my stomach being careful to avoid my crotch. I moaned

and writhed under her ministrations, thrusting my hips involuntarily

into the air. Finally, after one tongue excursion down my thigh, she

began tonguing my balls. She went back and forth between them getting

the hairs soaked with her saliva. She suddenly stopped, looked up at

me, and took my left testicle into her mouth. She sucked on it softly

and stroked it with her tongue. Letting it slide sensuously out of her

mouth, she repeated with the right testicle. She went back and forth

between them, sometimes using her mouth to fuck my balls, sliding them

individually in and out, in and out. She stopped, and taking a deep

breath, took both balls into her mouth at the same time, gently

stuffing them in with her hands. The sensation was overpowering. My

cock felt more engorged with blood than ever before; bouncing up at the

sky with every beat of my heart. I squirmed repeatedly underneath her

which seemed to drive her into a heightened frenzy. She kept sucking on

my balls like she couldn’t get enough, her eyes constantly open and

watching my reactions.

Suddenly, she pulled back slightly and let my balls pop out of

her mouth. She began running her tongue up and down on the

underside of my cock. Occasionally she would wrap her lips as much as

possible around the side of my cock and suck it or stroke her lips up

and down, pausing close to the head. She opened her mouth and placed my

cock inside on her tongue rubbing it all around without closing her

mouth. I’d only seen this done in porno movies and experiencing it was

almost unbearable. She grabbed my cock with her hands and closed her

mouth about the head, slowly sucking it in until she had about half of

it in her mouth. She kept it there, sucking on it like a popsickle, her

eyes glued to mine savoring my every reaction. She closed her eyes and

started stroking her head up and down on my straining cock, going

deeper and deeper with every stroke, until finally all of my cock was

buried in her mouth. She ground her face against my stomach, twisting

her head back and forth, then returning to fucking my cock with her

mouth. This sure wasn’t going to take too long. Nothing in my previous

experience could possibly prepare me for this! I could feel my balls

swelling, getting ready to expel my juices. I grabbed her head and

twisted it up without removing my cock and told her I was going to

come. I thought she would pull away and let me come in the air like in

high school but I was wrong. I removed my hands from her head as she

mumbled a negative and increased her sucking up and down. Again I

grabbed her head and started helping her up and down on my cock. The

pressure kept increasing and increasing until suddenly, I began to

come! She thrust her head down on my cock, taking it as deep as before.

I shot jet after jet of come into her throat while she continued to bob

her head up and down on my deeply engulfed cock. It was like I couldn’t

stop coming and she couldn’t get enough. As the flow lessened, she

pulled her head back and began running my still spurting cock around

her face. The muscles in my body were shaking from my tensing them.

Finally I stopped and she took my softening cock back into her mouth,

gently licking and sucking it. She used her fingers to wipe off her

face and sucked off the collected come. We both fell asleep.

I woke up about an hour later, saw the time, woke up Mary and

said I’ve got to get back on board ship. We dressed and I took

her home. I laughed when it turned out her home was only three blocks

away from the bar. I asked her why we didn’t go to her house and she

said she didn’t want her husband catching us! I couldn’t believe it! I

asked her if we could get together again and she smiled at me and said

Who knows? You can find me at the bar. She kissed me tenderly and

walked into her house.

I went back to the bar after we got back into port about 2

months later but she never showed up. I drove by her house but

it was up for sale. Nobody at the bar knew what had happened to her or

when exactly she left. I’m happily married now with a wife that

fulfills my every fantasy and desire so I have no need to look for

another woman. Still, I guess you never forget your first experience,

especially one as wild as that one was. I hated waiting until I was 19

but in hindsight, it was well worth it! The message? Don’t discount

older women. Their capacity to please can be overwhelming and their

capacity to give can be bottomless.

Thanks Mary, wherever you are. I’ll never forget you.

–

Amys Sex Toys

Administrator — Wed, 16 May 2007 08:11:44 +0000

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Amy was dreadfully afraid that her friends would find out about her obsession, and fortunately, they never did. She played with her toys every night, and spent thousands of dollars on batteries and vibrators, and no one who knew her ever found out.