Nan
My Nan died peacefully in her sleep several months ago after a long and eventful life. Her death was not unexpected given her very advanced years and rapidly declining physical health but it still hit me particularly hard. She was the only person in my family that seemed to understand me and love me without judgment. In a lot of ways her death was a blessing, she was mentally switched on right to the very end and just went to bed one night and never woke up.
The retirement home where she lived, just packed up all her personal stuff into boxes and put them in storage before reallocating the room to someone new the same day of her death. Such is the corporate ruthlessness of the end-of-life business. Due to the grief and trauma surrounding that event, it has taken me all these months before I could face the task of going through any of Nan’s personal effects which she left to me in her will.
One of the first things I found was Nan’s notebook. In her later years, she would scratch away in her neat spidery handwriting at every opportunity. What the book revealed was a collection of personal stories about important events in her life. It generated a flood of memories each time I recognised a story which somehow relieved the grief I was feeling and helped me come to terms with her death. It was not until I was about three-quarters the way through unpacking the boxes that I hit the motherlode. It was an entire box full of identical notebooks all completely full of Nan’s scribbles.
The story I am about to tell is one of the first ones that Nan wrote. I have no idea if it is true or not but given that all the other stories in her notebooks that I do know about or have been able to verify have proven to be remarkably accurate I have no reason to doubt that the events described took place. This story happened at Indiana University in 1950 where I know my Nan was a first-year student at the time which adds weight to its authenticity.
Nan’s Story
I had been at university for over a month and was sitting quietly in a semi-darkened lecture theatre waiting for the lecturer to turn up. A group of frat boys sat down behind me. They were talking about the girls they could see sitting down the front in the well-lit part of the theatre. Being rich boofhead jocks, it was an immature and crass conversation rating the girls based on their looks and what base they thought could get too. I don’t think they realised I was there or otherwise they may have been a bit more discreet. Adeline who I happened to know quite well was a plain girl who was sitting right down in the front due to her short sightedness wearing coke bottle glasses. They very quickly called her at five minutes before moving on to Brie sitting next to her. She was very pretty and had a different guy on her arm every week. This caused a heated discussion until a consensus was reached at forty minutes. The conversation continued in this vein until the lecturer eventually turned up.
After the lecture concluded and I was finishing off my notes when the boys behind me packed up their things and started to leave. The last one in the row directly behind me managed to spill all his lecture notes over the floor. The others just laughed and left him there scrambling around on the floor trying to pick everything up. Some of it had fallen under my seat and eventually my better nature prevailed, and I took pity on him and picked up the missing handful of papers and handed them back. He grabbed the papers but before I let them go, I said.
“That was a very interesting conversation you were having before the lecture.”
It took him a half a second to turn bright red.
“You heard that?”
“Yes. What I want to know is what is this obsession you have with allocating each girl a number of minutes?”
The shade of red deepened even further and eventually he blurted out.
“It’s the number of minutes that Professor Kinsey would need to interview each girl for his sex survey. The less time the less experienced.”
My mouth fell open in shock and I let go of the papers. He grabbed his stuff and exited the building as fast as he could.
That evening I was in the dormitory with my two roommates Elizabeth and Barbara when I naively asked if either of them have heard of a Professor Kinsey. They both immediately knew exactly what I was talking about. Kinsey was famous or infamous depending on a person’s point of view for the publication of his report into the ‘Sexual Behaviour in the Human Male’ which had been published only a couple of years beforehand. It had caused such a sensation when it had first come out. I knew absolutely nothing about it, which was a testament to my conservative, insular middle-class upbringing. Both Beth and Babs took great delight in unmercifully ribbing the poor innocent virgin girl about all things sexual. Babs had a steady boyfriend and Beth has some brief encounters during high school although nothing serious had ever happened to either of them. As far as I knew, both were just as virginal as me.
Beth told us that she had heard that Kinsey was preparing another report on the ‘Sexual Behaviour in the Human Female’ and he was looking of females on campus to interview. We joked around about that, daring each other to sign up to be interviewed. Somehow it morphed into a game of chicken, and no one was prepared to back down so the next morning, Beth who seemed to know most about it all dragged us off to the Zoology Department and signed us all up. I had a full day of lectures and tutorials so my appointment was at 5:30pm that evening.
As the end of the day approached, I became more and more apprehensive about what I had signed myself up to. I effectively knew nothing at all about sex apart from the very basics about which bits were which and what fitted where. I was completely convinced that I would make a complete fool of myself due to my inexperience. I packed up my things and headed off to my appointment with a plague of butterflies fluttering around in my tummy. Although my anxiety was topping out the thought of chickening out was not an option due the risk of being ridiculed by my room mates for the next three years. I found the building I needed with just a few minutes to spare and headed up to the interview room and quietly knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
I turned the handle and entered a modest size room with a small table containing a clipboard and pens with two chairs either side. There was a window along one wall with the blinds partly drawn to dampen the late afternoon sun streaming in and a bench along the other wall with a tray containing a jug of water and a couple of glasses. The man pouring himself a drink was strikingly handsome in his late 20’s or early 30’s and his friendly demeanour somewhat helped to calm the butterfly’s battering the insides of my tummy.
“Hi, I’m Paul. Would you like a drink of water before we start?”
“Yes. Thankyou.”
I took the glass offered and quickly gulped down a mouthful of water. It was more to have something to do to distract me from my embarrassment rather than any genuine need to quench my thirst.
Paul moved across to the chair with the clipboard and sat down and indicated for me to sit in the other chair opposite.
“Before we start, how did you hear about this survey and what do you know about our institute and the research we are undertaking?”
“I heard about it from my roommates.”
I promptly regurgitated everything that they had told me the previous evening. Some of the information was completely wrong and Paul was kind enough to set the record straight. The Institute was independently funded and separate from the University as a result of a generous grant from the Rockefeller Foundation. The aim of the study was to collect a baseline dataset on female sexuality to match and compliment the previously published scientific report on the sexuality of the human male. They intended to interview thousands of women over the next few years from all ages and demographics to get a broad representative picture as possible. He assured me that all the information collected would be strictly confidential.
I was put somewhat at ease by the explanation, not that I had anything salacious about myself to divulge in any event.
“Shall we get started?”
Opening the clipboard revealed a neatly typed double sided list of questions and a grid like answer form which he placed on the table ready to fill in. He did not even bother to look at the list of questions before launching in.
“How old are you?” – “Eighteen.”
“What is your occupation?” – “I’m a student.”
“What State were you born in?” – “Illinois.”
“What is your race?” – “White.”
“How would you class yourself?” – “Middle class.”
The background questions went on for a few minutes with Paul filling in the relevant section on the answer grid to each one. Then out of the blue the first real question.
“How old were your when you had your first period?” – “Thirteen.”
“Thirteen and how many months?” – “Thirteen and three months.”
“Do you ever miss a period?” – “Not since I turned fourteen.”
“When did your last period start?” – “Nearly three weeks ago.”
“Describe your first sexual experience and how old were you at the time?”
That question threw me. I didn’t know how to answer.
“What do you mean?”
“It could be anything. Your first kiss, your first sexual dream, first orgasm, oral sex, intercourse. Anything really.”
“I have never had sex I am still a virgin.”
There I had said it. It was out in the open and it was clear I was wasting Paul’s time. Paul could see my discomfort and was not in the least bit phased by my candid admission. To reassure me that it was OK to be a virgin he said.
“We are trying to capture a snapshot of humanity and a no sex result is just as valid as a ten-page sexual history. Tell me about your first kiss. Surely a girl as attractive as you have kissed.”
“I have never been kissed or kissed anyone. My family are very conservative and don’t encourage touching or kissing and certainly never in public.”
“At what age did you first masturbate?”
The colour flushed to my cheeks before I answered. “I had never masturbated.”
“Have you ever engaged in any other type of sexual behaviour?” “No”
“Have you ever had an orgasm?” “No.”
“Ok, we are just about done, just one last question. On a scale from 1 to 10 with 1 being completely heterosexual and 10 being completely homosexual how would you describe yourself?”
“One. Heterosexual.”
That last question really brought out the red in my cheeks. I checked the time to distract me from my discomfort while Paul continued to fill in some remaining sections and crossing out the remaining three quarters of the answer form. Exactly 5 minutes. The Frat Boys were right.
Paul eventually finished with the paperwork and looked up at me and was a little surprised to see me still seated opposite.
“You can go now. We’re all done.”
“If you don’t mind, could I just wait here for a few minutes?”
That was the first time I saw even the tiniest hint of surprise on his friendly face.
“Why?”
“Well, the Frat Boys who live across the street, time how long it takes for each girl to be interviewed. If you are only in for a short time like me, they know you’re a virgin or very inexperienced.”
“Well, I’ll be damned! Those cheeky buggers. That is exactly the sort of thing I would have done at their age if I had thought of it. I will have to make some changes to the interview process to provide some better security. I am a bit surprised that you want those Neanderthals to believe a nice girl like you is a slut. It seems a very strange thing for you to want to do. You know that there is absolutely no shame in being sexually inexperienced. A lot of men find ‘sweet and innocent’ highly desirable in a young woman. You should enjoy and relish this time of your life as the cold hard world creeps up on us all too fast.”
“I don’t want them to think I’m a slut. Just someone with a little more experience. It is not that I am uninterested in sex it’s just that I have no previous opportunity and have no idea where to start. If they think I have some sort of experience they might be a bit more interested and make the first move.”
“Sounds reasonable. How long should we wait?
“Maybe ten minutes?”
“I am more than happy to spend time with an extremely attractive young woman. However, you might as well learn something about sex in the meantime otherwise you might find yourself into all sorts of unwanted trouble.”
“Oh. I hadn’t thought about that.”
“Here’s a question for you. What is the largest sex organ in the human body?”
“The penis?”
“Not even close its less than 1%.”
“The breasts?”
“Slightly bigger again but not the biggest.”
“OK. I give up, what’s is the biggest?”
“It’s the brain. The brain makes up about 9% of the human body and without it absolutely nothing sexual can ever happen. You must be turned on for sex to happen and without the brain that is just not possible. It is the most important and most underappreciated aspect of any sexual activity.” The skin is the second most important sexual organ. Humans are tactile beings and need to touch and be touched.”
“You must know an awful lot about sex after conducting all these interviews.”
“Yes. There are not too many things that surprise me, but you surprised me. It is a long time since that has happened.”
“You don’t think I am weird, do you?”
“No. I think you are perfectly normal healthy young woman who is just starting out on her journey of sexual discovery. The only thing that is a bit unusual is your late development which is most likely to do with a restrictive and isolated upbringing, judging from the little you have told me about yourself. The fact that you have never masturbated is quite unusual as most people have mastered that particular art at a much younger age than you.”
“Really? I thought that was a sin and your soul would burn in hell forever if you were ever tempted.”
“Don’t believe any of that religious hoodoo voodoo bullshit. Everyone masturbates and if they tell you they don’t, then they are lying.”
“So, you masturbate?”
“Yes. It is perfectly normal, natural and healthy in fact I would go as far to say that it is unhealthy not to do it.”
“So how often do you do it.?”
“At the moment it is once or twice a day but that is only because my wife is heavily pregnant with our first child. She is suffering terrible morning sickness. Sex for her is not very pleasant at present. The last wank I had was about a half hour before this interview for professional reasons. Some of the stories I get told are very arousing and it is not very professional to get a raging hard-on during the middle of an interview with a young woman. The only other thing that might be a bit strange is your 100% preference for heterosexuality. As you are young and still a virgin so I don’t have any real data to know exactly where you would fit on the scale.
“What scale?”
“The last study the institute published indicated that very few people were at the extreme ends of completely heterosexual or completely homosexual. Most of the population is distributed evenly across the spectrum. As far as I have seen in this new study the trend applies equally to both men and women.”
“So where do you fit on the scale?”
“I’m somewhere between 2 and 3 on the heterosexual end of the scale but I am a bit unusual in that I am required as part of my job to experiment and explore beyond my normal comfort zone, so I have a better understanding of other people’s experiences.”
“So, you have had sex with a man?
“Yes. With a number of men in fact.”
“What does your wife think about that?”
“She is incredibly supportive. She knows it is part of my job and how important it is to the research. Besides as part of our arrangement she is free to have other sexual partners as well.”
“Has she had sex with other people since you were married?”
“Yes. A number of times with a number of different partners.”
“Doesn’t that cause problems?
“It can cause tension. We try to deal with that as best we can, by being extremely honest with each other, every time either of us has sex with someone else. Often that results in both of us getting extremely aroused and that leads to some of the best sex ever.
“Wow. I’m gobsmacked!”
“I know my situation is not typical, but it does provide some useful insights and I have learned so much.”
“Like what?”
“Like every partner is completely unique. What works for someone will not necessarily work for someone else. Or what worked once may not work a second time. You have to be open to trying new things, experiment, find out what you like and what you don’t like and most important of all, you need to use that great big curious and creative brain that we have been given.”
“What do you mean?”
“For instance, even though I have recently sated my sexual appetite I bet you can give me an erection without ever getting out of that chair or making any physical contact with me purely by stimulating my imagination.”
“How?”
“Through the power of suggestion. Do you want to try?”
“What do I do?”
“I cannot see all of you over this table, but I do know you are wearing a modest knee length dress that doesn’t really showcase your best sexual assets. You have long smooth well-toned shapely legs without stockings. You have board attractive childbearing hips, a narrow waist and although they are covered you have an exceptionally fine pair of breasts that are beautifully proportioned to the rest of your body.”
“I thought I was the one that was supposed to be turning you on not the other way round.”
“Are you getting aroused?”
“Maybe, just a little.”
“Good, so you get the idea of what I am trying to teach. It is not what I can see but the hint of possibilities of what may lie hidden beneath? OK it is your turn to try.
“I don’t really know what to do?”
“Ok here is a suggestion. You have said that you have never masturbated in your life. Just describe to me how that might feel and what you might do. You do not have to do anything just describe what it might be like. I can’t see over this table either way, so I won’t know if you are doing anything or not.”
“Um arr…” I was turning pink with embarrassment.
“Ok, just tell me about your hands and what you are presently doing with them.”
“They are resting in my lap.”
“Are they on top of your thighs or nestled between your legs?”
“They are nestled between my legs.”
“Tell me more.”
“I am gently pushing my hands down between my legs, but my dress is preventing me from pushing down any further.”
“Ok, you are starting to get the hang of this.”
“I am stroking my fingers upwards and can feel the heat emanating from between my legs.”
“That’s good. Keep going.”
“I am starting to feel damp and squishy. I am trying to push down further but my clothes are in the way. I have opened my legs a little wider to gain better access, but I still can’t reach where I need to be.”
“You are doing great. I can see you are starting to get turned on and it is doing the same to me. Your breathing is deeper, your nostrils are flared, your skin is flushed, your pupils are dilated, and your nipples are hard. If you look at me, you will see the same thing happening to me I am mirroring exactly what is happening to you.”
My confidence was starting to build with this game and took things up another notch.
“I am slowly pulling up the hem of my dress. It is above my knees exposing the bare skin of my thighs.”
“Mmmm.”
“I can open my legs wide now to get access to my panties. My skin is so sensitive. Every tiny little touch is turning me on.”
“Ohhh yesss.”
“My fingers are stroking the outside of my panties”.
“Keep going.”
“I can feel a damp spot forming at the front. The more I touch myself the wetter they become. They are getting really soaked.
“How do you feel?”
“It feels so good. So hot and wet.”
“Keep touching yourself you are doing great.”
“I am trying to push my fingers deeper. My panties are in the way.”
“Pull your panties aside and let your fingers run up and down your slit.”
I shuffled my bum on the chair just enough to slip my fingers inside and was instantly rewarded by what they were doing. The direct touch was so much more intense. How wickedly naughty I was being. I was masturbating in front of a stranger and the thought aroused me further. My parents would have been totally mortified by what their little girl was doing right now. I felt so turned on and empowered. I was not going to stop.
My fingers were flashing in and out of my slit at a great rate of knots. I was loving the effect it was having on me. I could feel it building and building and just before I was going to tip myself over into my very first self-induced orgasm. Paul called out.
“Stop!”
I stopped immediately and felt a massive sense of loss and longing for the orgasm not yet achieved.
“You are an extremely fast learner and seem to understand the power of suggestion and the effect of a vivid imagination has in the right circumstances. Do you want to see how much you have affected me?”
I replied with a very uncertain nod of my head. It was all that he needed and promptly slid his chair back a little bit and without standing up grabbed the small table with both hands and moved it to the side out of the way.
There we were face to face completely exposed and there could be no misunderstanding to the nature of our arousal. I must have looked such a sight seated there in the chair with my dress bunched up in my lap, my panties pulled aside with my widely spread legs exposing my most intimate place and my fingers stuffed right up inside working their magic. That is not to say I was not unobservant to the significant bulge tenting in Paul’s pants. I froze like a dear caught in the headlights. Paul calmly and reassuringly said.
“Don’t stop. Keep doing what you are doing?”
I felt exposed and vulnerable but the urge that had been awoken in me needed release. It was something that I now craved. Something that I had never knew existed before. The instinct was just too strong. I started stroking myself again and it felt so good.
Paul’s eyes were riveted on my crotch avidly watching everything my fingers were doing. That is not to say my eyes were not equally riveted on Paul’s crotch and the large bulge that was sticking out. Paul’s professional calm persona was somewhat dinted, although he kept his hands firmly planted on his thighs it was obvious, he wanted them doing something else. That gave me an enormous sense of power and confidence and my arousal continued to build. Paul started to talk to me again. I think it was as much to try and distract himself from his obvious discomfort than anything else.
“I like watching you touch yourself; visual stimulation is especially important. It is probably why there is so much pornography in the world. It is also the first thing that triggers sexual attraction. If you do not like the look of someone then nothing is ever likely to happen. Touch is even more important. When your get aroused every part of your body becomes more sensitive. Undo your top and play with your breasts.”
By this stage I was operating on autopilot and automatically did as he requested. With one hand I skilfully unbuttoned the three buttons on the top of my dress letting the right sleeve slip off my shoulder to expose my bra covered breast. I gently cupped it in my free hand and gave a gentle squeeze. While my left hand remained firmly wedged between my legs. He was right, my breast was super sensitive and my nipple was like a hard pebble.
“Play with your nipple. Give it a gentle pinch an see how that feels.”
While still cupping my breast in my hand I grabbed the nipple between my index finger and my thumb. I gave it a gentle rolling pinch while my other hand continued to stroke between my legs.
“That feels so good. It’s so sensitive.”
“Don’t forget the other breast.”
I somewhat reluctantly let go of my breast but moved my hand to the other one and touched and squeezed it in a similar way to the first. I swapped backwards and forwards while my arousal continued to build. I was right back at the same place as I was before. I could feel myself starting to lose the last shred of control and then, just like last time Paul called out again.
“Stop!”
I could not believe it. Twice now I had been teetering on the brink and twice I had been pulled back from the precipice.
“If you continue to do what you are presently doing you are going to leave a noticeably big messy wet spot all over the back of that dress. That will be highly embarrassing for you on your walk home. Take your dress off.”
It was an order and not a request. I do not know why I obeyed him. It could have been I was so caught up in the moment. It might have been I need release after years of sexual repression or it could have been my rebellious streak. It was more likely a combination of all.
Standing up I pulled my panties fell all the way down my legs onto the floor and I stepped out of them leaving them where they fell. I slipped the dress up over my head and draped it over the table next to me. I stood completely naked except for my bra and shoes.
“Take off the bra.”
Another demand to which I complied. Reaching behind my back I unclipped the clasp and one by one slipped the shoulder straps off my arms while still clutching the bra to my chest. It was a bit pointless to feel embarrassed about showing this man my breasts when he presently had a completely unobstructed view of my mound covered in its soft downy blond hair. His lust filled eyes were completely fixated on the last small scrap of material hiding the last vestige of my modesty. I once again felt the power I had over him and decided to tease him by very reluctantly letting the material slide off my body in exceedingly small increments before with a flourish letting it drop to the floor to join my panties.
“Magnificent.” Was all he said.
His eyes were darted from nipple to nipple then then down to my mound in a triangular formation only to be repeated over and over again. It was not until I spoke again that his eyes were forced away from my bodily delights and he looked me in the face.
“You like what your see?”
“Oh yes. Very much. Just stand there and keep doing what you are doing. I want to see you get yourself off.”
“You mean touch myself like this” as I languidly rubbed one hand across my breasts while the other traced a line up the inside of my thighs to reach my very ready sopping wet pussy.
“Spread your legs a little wider so I can see what your fingers are doing.”
I spread my legs a little wider and thrust my hips a little forward to give him a better view of my slick wet fingers disappearing in and out of my body. I guess I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak that I had never known was there. The sexual power I felt at that moment was euphoric. I had Paul completely under my spell. The more aroused I became the more inflamed was Paul’s desire. The prolonged erection I had given him was obviously becoming painful.
“I’m sorry I have to do something about this.”
With that he undid his pants and his red angry penis popped free. It was the first penis I had ever seen let alone an erect one. I was both repulsed and fascinated at the same time. It looked huge to me although it was only average size but back then I had no other reference point to make any comparison. Paul’s face showed an obvious sense of relief now his penis was free from the confines of his pants and was sticking straight up into the air. My eyes were glued to his appendage and my ministrations were again approaching orgasm level.
“You can touch it if you like but you have to be extremely gentle as it is extremely sensitive.”
I moved forward a step and made a feeble attempt to reach out with a trembling hand.
“You need to be much closer”.
With that he leaned forward in his chair and grabbed me firmly by the hips and pulled me closer. It was the very first time that we had made any physical contact and in my extremely sensitive and aroused condition that contact felt like I had been prodded with and electric jolt. He pulled me so close that I had to spread my legs on either side of his knees while he remained seated in his chair.
“As I said before touch is the second important aspect of any sexual encounter. You now know how good it feels to touch yourself then just imagine how much better it would feel when someone else touches you like that. Keep on touching yourself I want to see you cum.”
I stretched out my hand and placed it gently on top of the angry mushroom head, while my other hand stroking up and down through my short blond curly hair in my well lubricated slit. I was now getting back to the same state of arousal as before but this time nothing was going to stop me from achieving release especially after such a long and interrupted build-up. I was so engrossed in what I was doing to myself and avidly watching Paul’s exposed erection standing proudly upright that I hardly noticed that Paul’s hands had slipped upwards on my body, and he was now holding me high on my narrow waist just below my bobbing breasts. With his thumbs he gently started to rub the underside of each of my breasts in a slow back and forward motion. Slowly but surely the touch crept higher and higher until they were rubbing against my ridiculously hard erect nipples. His thumbs were firmly rubbing my nipples in little circles while his hands cupped and squeezed my breasts.
It was the trigger I needed. A great flush of moisture gushed down my legs while my body trembled in wave after wave of orgasmic release. My knees felt week and I may have collapsed except for the fact that Paul was still partially supporting my body while playing with my nipples. I started to come down from my self-induced state of euphoria and regained better control over my balance when Paul removed my hands from my own slit and placed my wet slippery fingers around his penis. Reaching behind me with one hand he firmly massaged my bottom and pulled me even closer in the process and then without warning with the other hand trailed his fingers through my soaking wet slit.
“The amazing thing about women is they can have multiple orgasms in quick succession. Men usually can only have one, it takes them a long time to recover before they can have another. You have been such a good girl I think you deserve another.”
I stood there in a trance like state with my eyes riveted on my hands touching his cock while his skilled fingers explored my intimate female folds. He really knew what he was doing. I could feel myself building to another orgasm when he told me to just gently stroke his cock up and down.
The movement of my hands changed the power dynamic back in my favour and it was me that was now controlling him. His breathing changed and was deeper and more rapid. I could see how hard it was for him to control himself. I was loving the sense of power it gave me. It did not last as Paul decided to play dirty and started to massage my clit and within about 15 seconds my body was being wracked by an even bigger and more intense orgasm than the first. My knees went weak again but this time instead of supporting me he gently guided me down to sit in his lap facing each other with my hands still on his penis. The tip of his penis nestled at the entrance of my slit. I could feel the intense heat radiating from where it contacted my body.
“Play with me. Just rub it backwards and forwards.”
I tried to do as he had suggested but in my seated position it just didn’t work so I raised myself up out of his lap a tiny amount, so his tip parted my lower lips as I rubbed it backwards and forwards several times while my body adjusted to its size feel and heat. It was an awkward position to maintain for any length of time and my legs were starting to give way. After several strokes, the tip of his cock seemed to find a spot in my body that it didn’t want to move from. My eyes were captivated by the sight of Pauls cock disappearing partly into my body.
“Ok. The question is do you want to go any further and find out what it is like to be a woman, or do you want to stop and save your precious virginity for your husband on his wedding night?”
My legs were really starting to strain, and I dropped down a tiny bit and felt his cock starting to stretch me wide as it entered further. There was no discomfort until it hit the resistance of my intact hymen. I quickly bobbed back up again and then I am not quite sure what transpired whether it was my legs giving out or Paul’s cock previous close encounter with my hymen had given him a green light to proceed. Either way, Paul pulled my body sharply downwards on top of his hard cock and my legs gave way entirely. I suddenly found myself fully impaled with my hymen torn through in one swift painful motion marking my transition from virgin to woman.
It took my breath away for a moment or two until the pain started to recede. Paul held me perfectly still in his lap while my body adjusted to the new sensation of being stretched and impaled on a large hot cock. I felt so full and complete that I knew I had done the right thing. I could really get used to this sensation and I was certainly going to try it again as soon as I got another chance.
“Are you Ok? Did I hurt you?”
Paul asked with genuine concern.
“No, it hurt at first, but it is starting to feel better now.”
“That’s good I really didn’t want to hurt you but sometimes the first time can be very painful. We will take things nice and slow and tell me straight away if it starts to hurt and I will stop. You are in control, just rock your hips gently back and forth and see how that feels.”
I followed Paul’s instructions and tilted my pelvis backwards and then forward just a fraction of inch. The motion caused Paul’s cock to slip out a tiny fraction and then plunge back in. The sensation was glorious and I tried it again. After a few more times I was getting more confident and larger with each thrust. I especially liked it when the base of his cock would grind against my over stimulated clit. In a matter of no time, I was riding his cock like a cowgirl. It was like I had been born to do this; it came so naturally. My pelvic thrusting was getting bigger and bigger and much more forceful with each thrust. I was loving it. The physical exertion was making me extremely hot and sweaty, and I was well on my way to reaching my third orgasm in such a short space of time.
The difference this time was I had a hot hard cock shoved right up inside of me giving me such wonderful stimulation in places that had never been touched. I could not hold on for long once I had started. The next thing I knew, my virginal muscles were spasming and clamping down hard on his cock causing and unexpected chain reaction. I felt him discharge his sticky seed deep inside my receptive body.
I was spent. As the last of those glorious spasms radiating from my tummy started to recede, I collapsed onto his chest. I must have looked quite a sight if anyone had happened to come through that unlocked door at that moment. Him fully clothed and me fully naked except for my shoes. My body impaled on his cock as he sat on a chair. We remained locked together like that for a couple of minutes as my breathing started to return to normal and speech became possible again.
“Wow! That was something else!”
“Wow indeed. I never thought that would happen when you walked through that door. You looked so innocent and did not seem the type. You are certainly a girl full of surprises. Now I have to update your sexual history with a bit more detail.”
I pushed myself upright to look him directly in the eyes and as I did, I could feel his cock still inside me start to shrink and slip out a little. It was a strange but rather pleasant sensation.
“What are you doing?”
“When a man ejaculates it is usually impossible for him to maintain and erection and so it deflates and softens back to normal.
“So, we can’t do it again?”
I naively asked with a hint of disappointment.
“Well not with me at least not for at least an hour and anyway I have to get home to my wife. I take it you really enjoyed the experience. A large percentage of women are not as lucky as you and have very disappointing and painful first times.”
His penis continued to shrink further and was now just inside my opening. He took a clean handkerchief out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me.
“This bit can be a bit messy so use this to wipe yourself as soon as you hop up.”
With handkerchief ready in hand, I hopped up and backwards and just managed to catch a large dollop before it had the chance to drop and stain his pants. I pressed the hanky between my legs and held it there to prevent any more leakage. His wet shrivelled blood-stained cock was briefly visible before he quickly tucked it back into his underwear and did up his pants. I cleaned up the sticky mess between my legs as best I could and put my panties back on. He took the blood and cum smeared hanky back and scrunched it up and shoved it back into his pants pocket. He handed me back my dress after I struggled back into my bra and re-did the clasp and adjusted the fit.
“I really shouldn’t have allowed that to happen. It wasn’t professional.”
“Didn’t you enjoy it.”
“Quite the opposite I enjoyed your body immensely.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“You need to protect yourself if you are going to have sex with other men. Not all men are free of disease like me and you don’t want to end up pregnant either. I know there is an extremely low chance of you falling pregnant from this encounter given what you have told me, but it is still a risk that you shouldn’t take. If you are going to have sex again you need to insist whoever it is with, wears a condom. There is a pharmacy on the far side of campus that is known to sell condoms without asking too many questions. If you do go wear something that looks like a wedding ring on your finger and you shouldn’t have any hassles.”
“Why do I need to get condoms shouldn’t it be the man’s responsibility to provide them?
“You are right, but men think with their dicks and are not always prepared. Take this situation with us. It was never planned, it just happened. Things can escalate very fast once the juices start flowing and all reason gets thrown out the window when the blood is running hot. You need to be prepared for all situations.”
“I will think about it.”
“Don’t think about it. Just do it. From what I experienced with you this evening I can say that you have an extremely healthy sex drive and now that you have sampled the pleasures of sex you will be wanting to experiment more. That’s good and I encourage you to do so but you need to be safe about how you go about that. Take every opportunity you can to explore and experiment as those opportunities are remarkably few and far between. Take them when they are offered.”
“I better be going now. It’s starting to get late.”
Paul escorted me to the door and then gently grabbed my hand before I could open it.
“Just one last thing before you go. You should experience this.”
With that he wrapped me tightly in his arms and gave me a hot sexy kiss on the lips that seemed to last forever. When we finally broke apart and came up for air my legs were wobbly all over again and that steamy moistness was returning between my legs. I exited the room as fast as I could before I could change my mind and stay longer.