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Forty Nights - chapter 3 by Rastro
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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Forty Nights - chapter 3
by Rastro
Sue's first fantasy put Sam in quite a state. His cock stiffened as he
thought of Sue lying naked on the beach, her fingers covered with cunt
juice. He unzipped his pants as he read about the powerful but gentle
dolphin bringing Sue to her first cum. He stroked his cock as he read about
the two of them fucking and, as they climaxed, so did he, ecstatically
spurting cum all over his computer keyboard. How was he going to top this?
Well, there was the time his old girlfriend fulfilled one of his own
fantasies. He began to write...
Catholic Girl's School
In high school, I used to ride on the bus with some girls from a
Catholic school. I had my eye on the prettiest one for a long while. Her
name was Mary. At sixteen, I had a constant hard-on, no experience and a
lot of curiosity. My selfish urges overpowered my realization that we had
nothing in common. I asked her out and she accepted. She was overjoyed at
my attention. I was overwhelmed by her beauty and by the realization that I
couldn't understand anything she was saying due to the noise on the bus. I
just nodded my head.
Now I'm sure you think you know what comes next. Young boy finds carnal
bliss. Well, I didn't find it with Mary. Her cool head prevailed (luckily
for both of us probably) and we never got past first base. We were looking
for different things. She wanted to go out and do things with me. I wanted
to find out what her breasts looked like. I was working six days a week and
she was keeping her blouse on, so we had no basis for a relationship.
Selfish person, I got what I deserved.
I gave a lot of thought over the years to how it could have turned out
differently. It left me with a desire to fulfill my teenage dreams and go
all the way with Mary or someone like her. I thought about her in that cute
school uniform, the white blouse, the skirt ending just above the knee, the
white socks, the polished, black shoes. I thought about the one time I saw
her bra down her shirt. I thought about the one time she bent over a
little too far so that her dress went up just enough for me to see her
white panties.
I met Ginger many years after high school. She was no Mary despite the
fact she had gone to Catholic School. She did remain a virgin until after
she graduated high school, but between that time and the time I met her,
she turned into a bold, imaginative and wonderful lover. She was also an
incredible mind reader, so I shouldn't have been so surprised by her
birthday present to me.
I went over to Ginger's house on my 27th birthday. She opened the door.
It was all I could do to keep from cumming on the spot! There she was,
almost as if taken from my fondest memories, wearing the white blouse,
white socks, and tartan wool skirt of her old school. She had her hair in a
school girl ponytail. Her small breasts pressed against her shirt. Her cute
ass gave shape to the skirt. Ginger pecked me on the lips, gave me an
innocent hug and said, "I'm curious about sex. Could you show me how?"
There were no sweeter words she could have said. I'd been waiting years
to be able to explore the pleasures of sex with this fantasy figure. I
wanted to savor this experience, recreate the thrill and curiosity and
tension I felt, hoping to get into Mary's pants.
"First", I said, "there's the kiss. Open your lips a little and put
them against mine." She stood on tip toes and gently kissed me. I put my
arms around her, careful to stay on first. I slowly moved my tongue along
to her lips and searched for hers inside her mouth. I felt it, rough and
soft and wet. She wouldn't reciprocate at first, then she started to get
into it. As usual, she brought me close to cumming, just with her lips and
tongue against mine. Oh, did she make me hard!
I broke from her and said, in my best professorial tone, "That is called
French kissing".
She jumped up and down. "Oh, that was fun! It made me feel so juicy
inside."
I knew Ginger and I knew what she meant by juicy. But how I longed to
show the fantasy Ginger what the juiciness was for. I said, "I liked it
too, you sure are a good kisser. Well, that was first base, do you want to
go to second?" I nodded in the general direction of her chest.
Ginger played coy. "Well, I don't know, maybe just a little, to see what
it's like."
I put my hand on her left breast, or what there was of it. Ginger really
doesn't have much besides nipples, which is a real turn-on for me. Her
breasts were pretty much lost in the blouse. It felt like she had a padded
training bra on underneath. Anyway, my rubbing and squeezing wasn't doing
much good.
"Gee, I don't feel a thing", said Ginger, confirming my fears. "There
must be more to it than this. If it's second, it should be better than
first."
"Well let me try this", I said, unbuttoning the top button of the
blouse. I put my hand down the front of her shirt and into the bra. Ginger
let out squeals of delight and mock embarrassment as I gently stroked her
nipples to erection. The blouse slowly slipped past her shoulders and down,
over her breasts to her waist.
I asked Ginger if I could take her bra off. "Oh, but then you'll be able
to see my breasts!", she said.
I begged her, "They feel so wonderful, please let me see them! It's not
really second base unless I can kiss them."
She nodded, OK, and, with coordination befitting a typical 16 year old,
I fumbled with the clasp in the back. I let the bra rest on her shoulders
and placed my lips on her right breast, moving under the bra to her nipple,
nuzzling it's wonderful firmness with my lips. I licked and sucked it
bringing sincere moans from Ginger.
I stopped, and with an innocent voice, I asked Ginger if she'd like to
find out about third. She asked what third was and I told her it was
"petting below the waist". "That sounds like fun!", she said.
I told Ginger that she should feel free to put her hands anywhere she
wanted. She put one on my thigh, not the boldest of moves. I put a hand on
her dress, feeling her soft, strong leg underneath. I moved my hand halfway
up her thigh, pulling the dress up with it. I reached under the dress,
feeling naked thigh.
I had fantasized about this moment throughout most of my post-pubescent
life. Here was my hand, underneath that wool skirt, inches away from the
mysteries of pleasure I longed to experience. I slowly slid my hand higher
and higher, up into the warmness, until my hand reached the delicate cotton
fabric that foretold of delights to come. Meanwhile, Ginger's hand had
slid, unbeknownst to me, up to my wonderfully hard cock.
"Oooh, it's so hard and long!", she said, exploring outside my zipper.
I was too engaged to comment. I had succeeded in lifting up her dress.
She was sitting with her legs together, so, although I could see her
beautiful panties, her charms remained well hidden. Her ass cheeks did poke
out cutely from the sides of her undies.
Meanwhile, Ginger had pulled my cock from my pants. "Wow! It's got this
big fat head on top and all these veins," She stroked it, making believe
she didn't know how excited it was getting me. I countered by putting a
hand down the front of her panties.
I traced the folds of her labia up to her clit and stroked it with the
rotating motion that always makes Ginger come. She ground her cunt into my
hand and began to hump on it in a frenzy. Ginger came in no time flat,
shooting her juices into the pure white panties.
By this time, it was impossible for either of us to keep up the
pretense. I grabbed a rubber. Ginger raised her ass in the air and I stuck
my cock under her skirt. I pushed her panties to one side and thrust my
rock hard cock into her steaming, wet puss. She pushed her ass at my cock
with a sharp, rhythmic motion. I thrusted deep inside her, my hips slapping
against her ass.
Oh, the sight of my cock, plunging under her clothes, pushing the pink
cunt flesh aside, deeper and deeper. I held back for as long as I could,
but, finally, I found myself unable to hold back from consummating my
fantasy of fifteen years. My ass muscles tightened. My jaws clamped shut.
My balls shot a gusher of cum out of my throbbing cock and into my warm,
sassy and fun friend, Ginger.
I wonder what I'll get for my birthday this year?
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