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Archive name: luck2.txt (mf, college, 1st)
Authors name: Motionman
Story title : Sheer Luck
Part 2 of 2
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Sheer Luck (M/F, 1st)
By Motionman
Moti...@hotmail.com
The comforter was thrown back and Rita was exposed in
her nakedness, her torso still well-tanned from her
Spring Break in Florida, the expanse of tan broken only
by three triangles of paler skin that marked her
bikini's coverage. Her breasts rose and fell on her
chest, and her pubic patch was closely trimmed, like a
well-manicured lawn.
She grabbed at the hem of his t-shirt and began to pull
it over Jason's head and once that was removed, she
started upon his briefs.
"Ahh ha. We have something growing here, don't we?"
She patted his now rock-hard and severely constricted
manhood, then gently grasped and squeezed it. She then
put her fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs
and in a move that brought new meaning to the term,
"Clean and Jerk", the last vestige of his modesty was
gone. Seven inches of maleness laid flat upon his hairy
abdomen, with his nuts hanging heavily in their sac
between his legs.
When Jason attempted to raise himself, Rita gently
pushed him back to the bed.
"You'll get your chance, but I want to lead this
dance...it's just something I want to do; something
that I have to do," she whispered, kissing him
tenderly. "You are my first lover. Brett wasn't my
lover; I don't know what he was. You will be the
first man I will open myself for, and I want this to
be special."
She continued talking softly as she fondled his phallus
and his balls, alternating between gently stroking and
rolling his genital orbs and staff. For Jason, it was
almost like he was listening to a confession.
"I was conceived in this room...and it seems somehow
proper that I become a woman here, as well. This is
something like having a romance novel come true, or
one of my romantic fantasies."
Jason repeated, "Why me? Why now?"
Kiss.
"It just HAPPENED." Another kiss. Fingers played gently
on the purple head of his turgid, almost painfully
swollen penis. Jason bucked and squirmed his pelvis.
"You were a fantasy lover. Brett's indiscretion has
changed everything. I wore that bra and top combination
to get me...to see me as a sexual being. You don't know
how much courage it took to buy them, to say nothing of
wearing them together. I just couldn't bring myself to
go out there with just two layers of transparency be-
tween me and topless, so the sweater-jac became kind
of a cop-out. But today is really the first day of the
rest of my life and that was kind of a 'kick in the
door' kinda thing. At the end of this day, I hope I
will be a woman. And I will become that woman by join-
ing with a young man that I admire and respect."
With that, she kissed and licked her way across his
chest, toyed with the indent of his navel. The fingers
of one hand toyed with his masculinity, the other
trailing her lips, stoking and caressing their way
across the expanse of skin that was his torso.
Rita enjoyed the feel of the brownish-red hair of his
lower abdomen. She marveled at how much more course
his was than fine pelt that marked her own pubic patch.
Her lips parted and her tongue snaked out to greet the
point of his penis, and to taste the copious fluids
that were flowing from deep within him.
Rita, while a technical virgin, she had managed to
sneak off with a few of her older brother's "stroke
books" as she called them, and had always wondered
what this moment would be like, and what her lover
would taste like. She found the clear, somewhat oily
fluid to have a surprisingly mild taste, and she found
the consistency pleasant to play with.
She raised her head from her task, and said, "Does it
always do this?"
"Do what?"
"Do ya always leak such a lot of stuff?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Never really paid that much atten-
tion before."
"I kinda like it. It's neat."
She took the phallus in her hand and gently skimmed
the organ up and down in the tube formed by her thumb
and fingers.
"Arrrgggghhhh..."
She increased the pace lightly and gently added more
pressure to her grip and got a longer, louder groan
from deep within him. At the same time, he began to
hunch hips hips upward in the timeless rhythm of fuck-
ing.
Rita raised the stakes again by encompassing the fleshy
tool in her mouth, first sucking, then licking the
angry reddish-purple end cap and the ridge behind it.
Since she first read about sucking cock, she had fan-
tasized about the act, and now that she was living out
her illusions, she discovered she had never dreamed
that she could control another person in this way, as
Jason bucked and thrashed beneath her oral attack.
Finally, Jason's gyrations caught her off balance, and
his 90-pound weight advantage caused her to fall to
the mattress. Jason quickly switched ends to gain
access to the grotto between her trim legs. He spread
her open, and took a moment to gaze in admiration at
the neatly trimmed pussy, which glistened with her own
oily secretions, and her own body prepared itself for
the union which was only moments away. From his view-
point looking up her body toward her face, he could
see her passion at every level. Her pussy lips were
red and engorged, and her pert breasts were swollen
and flushed, capped by nipples that were standing hard
and proud above their base, their color darkened to
almost red. Her eyelids were somewhat hooded, but there
was a look that Jason had never seen before from any
girl he had been with in the past. It was a look of
determination and passion, and one that belied her
focus upon herself in this point in time. As he looked
up toward to her face, it was a picture of a pure
sexuality...it was a young woman who desired what was
to come, and was in control of it.
Jason quickly moved forward into the "v" of her legs
and began to lavish attention upon the portal of her
femininity. As his tongue and fingers drove Rita to a
higher plane of sensuality, she returned her attention
to loving his cock. Jason found her pussy very wet,
and the ambrosia of her loins intoxicating.
Jason began his attentions to her very gently, probing
at the petals of her pussy, spreading them to expose
the inner pinkness, then quickly following the digital
exploration with a gentle caress with the point to of
his tongue. His lingual exploration covered every
corner and crevice of her wet slash, and paying par-
ticular attention to her sweet little clit, which was
begging for attention.
Rita now began to buck and thrash as Jason's attentions
drove the sweet 20-year-old into an emotional territory
that she had heretofore only imagined in her mastur-
batory fantasies. As she began to respond to his
tongue, Jason began to gently insinuate his middle
finger into her depths, and she felt the slight pres-
sure of the foreign digit entering her depths, and
shivered with pleasure.
With the introduction of Jason's finger into her moist
and heated interior, and the continued onslaught of
attention upon her clit, Rita exploded in a spasm of
pleasure. Her head snapped back, releasing Jason's cock
from her mouth and...
"Awwwgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Oh Christ! I'm
cuuummminnnngggg! Oh stop! Please stop!" she wailed.
As she came, Jason was surprised at the intensity of
her reaction to his attentions, and suddenly had to
grab the hand which was gripping the shaft of his cock
and threatening to bend it backwards.
As he tried to force her hand to release his tortured
cock, he cried out, "Oh Christ! Rita! Rita! Stop it!
It hurts! God!"
Finally Rita heard his pleas through the warm, soft
fog of her orgasm, and realized what her lover was
trying to do and tell her!
She quickly released her hand's death grip from his
male member, and had a look of shock on her face as
she realized that she had hurt him.
"Oh, Jason. Are you all right? I'm sorry! I didn't
know...didn't think... Here, let momma make it better,"
she cooed, kissing and licking the somewhat mistreated
organ.
While Jason's cock had received a bit of twisting, he
had not removed his finger from Rita's juicy pussy. As
he reassured Rita that it was just a minor thing, his
digit kept frigging her and kept her level of excite-
ment high. She continued to smother the shaft and its
head with licks and kisses then began bobbing her head
up and down, driving him into the entry to her throat.
She sputtered and gasped as she attempted to deep
throat his turgid length.
"Whoa, girl, easy...let's not try to do everything at
once. You're doing good...in fact, you keep this up,
and you'll get a mouthful real soon!"
Rita wanted to keep Jason in prime condition, and she
moved away from him and stood up. She looked to him
over her shoulder, and beckoned. He stood, and she
took his hand and moved to a chair and said, "Sit
here!"
"Huh?"
She swept her hand toward a full-length mirror. "I
want to remember this moment. I want to watch this.
I want you to watch it. This chair and this mirror
seems to be the only way to do it, right?"
"Yeah...I guess. Yeah!"
As they reached the chair, Jason turned her to him and
wrapped his arms around her, and brought his lips to
hers in a deep kiss.
"You are something more than I had ever dreamed," he
breathed into her ear. "I never dreamed that I'd ever
find myself with you. Never."
"Hush, and sit," she murmured.
Once he was seated, she bent over and lifted his cock
and planted a wet kiss on the mushroom head - a tribute
to the tool of her defloration. Then she lifted one
leg and swung her body over his, and lifted his cock.
With her back to him, facing the mirror, she lowered
her crotch, held him up and with her other hand spread
herself open to accept him.
Jason watched as Rita's heart-shaped ass descended
over his lower belly. He also could see his the seven
inches of his masculinity ready to be engulfed by the
virginal pussy of this girl he only knew as his lab
partner until a few hours earlier.
'Un-fuckin'-real,' he thought. 'Just too much!'
Then her wet cunt began to envelop him. She shook as
she watched herself begin to pass into womanhood. For
both of them, that initial contact was nearly like an
electrical shock. While the idea of taking her vir-
ginity was something that Rita had hoped for, it was
also Jason's first experience with an uninitiated
partner.
From his brief digital reconnoiter, Jason knew there
was no barrier to breach, but he was not prepared for
the exquisite pressure that her vaginal opening was
beginning to exert on his bulging glans. For a fleet-
ing moment, he was afraid she wouldn't be able to
encompass him or would strip his cock raw if she did.
Rita was also wondering if she could accept the girth
of his shaft. However, she would not be denied, and
with equal parts of passion, lust and determination,
she began to slowly engulf him. She gyrated her hips
up and down, side-to-side and in a circular rotation.
"Aaahhhhhhgggggg! Oh my God! Uuuuuuuuuwwwww! Uhhhhnn!"
She supported herself with her hands on Jason's knees
and watched herself pivot on his fulcrum, and watched
it as her sex swallowed him so slowly. The feeling of
this deliciously deliberate penetration of herself was
so wonderfully intense!
From Jason's perspective, the view and the feelings
were equally intoxicating. He was far from being
inexperienced, but nothing had prepared him for this
situation where his partner was in control...the
tightness...the slowness of the act...the almost
dance-like quality of Rita's actions upon his cock.
As she slowly drove him into her ribbed tunnel, the
squeeze of the outer ring of her pussy forced the
blood from the head of his cock, creating a feeling
of such intensity it was nearly unbearable. He tried
to pull back, but Rita's rotating, downward action
and the hard chair left him a bit between the rock
and a hard spot. The visual and the physical aspects
had nearly made him shoot off, but he transferred
those feelings to gripping Rita's tight little tits,
leaving finger marks on their softness.
After what seemed an eternity, they both finally felt
the ridge of his cock pass the gate to her vaginal
tube. Rita could feel him securely in her, and
straightened herself. She gazed at her image through
hooded, passion-glazed eyes. She saw herself impaled
upon Jason's maleness, her rosy-pink lips clasping him
in a velvet grip. It was an image that she stared
at...wanting to burn the image of this moment into her
mind's eye forever. She saw this as a critical defining
moment of her life, and one she wished to savor.
"Ohhhhhhh aaaaa," Jason sighed as the blood trapped in
the barrel of his cock now pushed forward and expanded
the head to accommodate the wider channel it would now
travel. Like Rita, he gazed at the reflection in the
mirror...his member captured by her enveloping
softness, and her look of pleasure in what she had
accomplished.
Slowly she began to rotate herself around him, widening
herself centimeter by centimeter. Her pussy was now in
full production of girl juice. Her reflection showed
that Jason's thick shaft was being liberally coated
with the slippery nectar, and she began to experiment
with a short up and down strokes mixed in with the
rotation.
When she had enveloped him completely, she leaned back
into his chest, and sighed contentedly. With her cunt
completely full of the male member, she finally felt
that she had uncovered a mysterious secret that had
eluded her for years. She leaned against him, then
turned to pull his mouth to hers. "Thank you for this.
I love it. Thank you, thank you," she murmured. Then
she straightened her body and began the dance she had
been waiting a lifetime for. She raised and lowered
her torso, her slick velvetness sliding over him.
Then he grasped her hips, adding his own upthrusting
beat and together they began to move as one.
Each watched the reflection of their coupling. Jason
marveled in her tightness and her passion, and Rita
had quickly lost herself in the new sensations that
coursed through her with each pistoning thrust.
She had used vibrators in her playground, but she had
never imagined that her first time would be like this.
It seemed like every nerve, every muscle, every cell
of her body was reveling in the warm wash of passion
that was centered in her groin. An animal she never
knew existed came out and she grunted as her clit
ground onto the surface of Jason's tightened nutsack
and the two orbs within. As she rose from him, she
sighed as if something dear were about to leave her.
As she reached for the crescendo she could feel welling
from around her pussy, she was enraptured with her
passion. When the wave of her maximum pleasure began,
her partner suddenly began to thrust hard against her,
and began to massage her pussy lips with his hands,
adding fuel to her raging sexual fire.
"Ooooooooooo," she crooned. "Oh my, oh! I love it!
Love it! Loveitloveitloveit!
"My gaaawwwwdddd! Uuuuuuuuuuaaahhhahhhhhhh."
Jason thrust upwards into her crotch with sharp strokes
, and suddenly she went stiff as the crescendo of her
orgasm swept through her body. As each wave of ecstasy
struck her, Jason could feel the strong muscles of her
vagina stroke and stroke his embedded phallus. Now as
her body crested the wave, he slowed the pace of his
thrusting to be able to capture the moment of her first
orgasm as a woman.
This whole thing was surreal for him... His first
"seduction" (if he could call it that), his first
virgin, and perhaps most importantly, the first time
with a girl/woman who really reached for her sexuality.
He watched her somewhat use him for her own purposes,
yet at the same time as he watched her face and body
react to her moment of passage he thought about what
a great thing it was to watch, and be a part of.
As she slumped against his body, she swiveled on the
peg firmly wedged within to try to face him. "That was
so glorious," she panted. "I can never tell you how
glorious. I will treasure this forever and ever."
Kiss. Another kiss. Then a long, tongue battling lip-
lock.
Once broken, Jason said, "I think I have to do some
thanking too. This was my first real love-making, and
I was drawn into it. I saw some things from you today
that I never dreamed existed in you, and I don't mean
just this. I won't forget this moment for a long time,
either."
With that, he stood, and grasping her firmly around
the middle took her to the bed, his penis still
embedded in her.
"But now it is time for a full-bore, knock down, drag
out, total fucking, Rita. And I am going to drive you
and your pussy crazy!"
And with that, he rotated her onto her back and before
she caught her breath, he was fully embedded into her,
his public bone mashing her clit.
The afternoon turned into a multi-orgasm fuckfest in
every room of the house, and culminated on the deck
in the rain.
Life found the two entwined for the rest of their stay
in college...and beyond.
Rita became the architect that she set out to be, and
used her understanding of the geology of a building's
environment to gain wide acclaim. Jason changed his
major to geology and worked his way through a number
of posts to achieve a high-ranking position in the
U.S. Geological Survey.
They never married, but they never were apart. Rita
had two boys and a girl from her love making sessions
with Jason over the years. After initial displeasure
with their "free-living" lifestyles, both sets of
parents grew to love their child's partner, and
acknowledged the strength of their rather "unusual"
relationship.
And on the same day in May, they return for a "date"
in the bedroom of a certain A-frame cabin on the lake.
A picture frame holds a sheer bra and a white semi-
sheer blouse over the bed.
And the earth moves every time.
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Thanks to Lisa of the BYMSAP twins for her commentary
and proofing. And to my dear friend Kristen, wherever
she may be, for her encouraging words these past
months.
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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