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Faye
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Faye
by Barry Wagstaff
Faye was one of the evening shift nurses who worked on a medical-surgical
floor in a hospital where I also worked. I had been fancying her for some
time and we and her roommate had done some very minor partying over the past
few months. Faye was 5'3" tall and a little plump. With she at 20 years old
I was somewhat older than she. Her longish, brown hair was very pretty and
matched her eye color, too. She had a pretty, round face, and fine looking,
pert breasts under her white nurse's uniform, and a round ass just begging to
be squeezed. We passed the evening with not much activity going on. End of
shift arrived and we departed for Faye's apartment.
We socialized for a time and Faye's roommate bid us good night and went to
bed. Faye and I talked for hours. At about 2am Faye excused herself to 'get
comfortable'. I had been wearing a set of scrubs around the hospital and had
worn them here, too. Faye returned after a few minutes tying the sash of her
robe covering her floor-length, empire-style nightgown. Looking back now, I
realize that I did not get the hint and we continued our conversation where it
had left off. After about another hour (I was getting terribly sleepy) Faye
lifted her legs and planted her feet on the edge of the chair on which I was
sitting. We were perched near the radiator. In this position, with her knees
drawn up, the backs of Faye's legs were completely exposed. I took the
opportunity to begin rubbing her calves and thighs under her robe. She acted
as if nothing was happening. Over the next 20 minutes I worked higher and
higher until I was just touching her panties at her crotch. Faye abruptly put
her legs down and announced that it was bed-time. Not having been invited to
stay the night, I looked at my watch and said that I would go. I looked into
her eyes and asked if she would like a back rub/massage before I went. She
said, "Sure."
We went into her room and closed the door. The girls' rooms were at the
opposite ends of a large, rectangular apartment so I felt sure that there
would be little if any noise to awaken a sleeping roommate. Faye removed her
robe and asked what she should do next. Standing there in her beautiful
dressing gown Faye was the picture of utter gorgeousness. I suggested that
she lie on her stomach which she did. I began massaging her back and enjoying
the feel of her body beneath my fingertips. Growing bolder I extended my
massage up to her shoulders and down to just above the crack in her butt. I
skipped her butt and moved to her thighs and lower legs not omitting her feet.
I moved back up to her back and extended my rubbing laterally down her side.
Would she cooperate, I wondered? Her arms had been held tightly by her sides
with her hands tucked under her. She moved her arms up above her head. Her
head was turned to the left. I adjusted my position on the twin size bed and
straddled her thighs. My dick was ragingly hard. I continued my massage of
the sides of her rib cage to include the sides of her breasts. I thought I
heard a soft moan, but could not be sure. Leaning down I kissed her upturned
cheek. I altered my massaging technique so that I rubbed down her sides and
pulled up as I moved back. She readily got the hint and lifted herself up on
her elbows slightly granting me access to more and more of her breasts. On my
second such motion I was able to completely cup her breasts in my hands. I
massaged them tenderly and she cooed her approval. I moved back down to
massage her thighs once more and allowed my hands to dip between her thighs
dragging her gown with them. I moved up until I was touching her pussy
through layers of clothing. I gave her a brief, masturbatory rubbing, then
moved my hands back to her breasts which she exposed by lifting up again. I
kissed her cheek again while rubbing her. She made a move to roll over. I
removed myself some so she could turn over. I sat on the edge of the bed and
looked into her eyes. She still had her hands and arms extended over her
head. I pulled at the elastic of her gown around her breasts and brought them
into view. They were big, to be sure, but very firm and with wonderfully
erect nipples. I sucked on them and she just hugged me closely purring into my
ear. With my hands I was raising up her gown and untying the string holding
up my scrub bottoms.
Her panties were pretty and frilly. They appeared to be silky looking nylon.
Using my hands as a wedge I separated her thighs so that only one layer of
material was now standing in the way to her heavenly charms. Her panties were
moist so I figured that her inner labia were probably adequately soaked.
Using my thumb I massaged her clitoral button gently. She took in a deep
breath and closed up her legs. Faye then promptly got out of the bed and said
she would be right back. She disappeared into the bathroom. I hurried over
to the door and peeked through the keyhole wondering what was going on. She
lifted her gown lowered her panties and sat on the john - I could hear her
water flowing freely. While peeing she removed her panties from around her
ankles and tossed them into the corner. After finishing her light wiping, she
retrieved a jar from her medicine cabinet. The blue label immediately gave
away that it was Vaseline. What, I thought? With her foot on the john seat,
her gown pulled up under her chin and one hand spreading her labia apart, she
applied a goodly amount all around her pudenda and pressed her finger squarely
onto her vaginal orifice. I could not tell if she actually put a finger into
her tunnel or not. This done, she dropped her gown, washed her hands and
flushed the toilette. I hurried back to the bed my erection fading with the
worry of what may be coming. She emerged a moment later and returned to the
bed. She returned to her previous position, knees flexed and separated, gown
pulled up to her waist and lying back, waiting. I dropped my scrubs and moved
into position to enter her in a kneeling position so I could look at her. My
cock, while not rock hard to the point of hurting, was standing up fairly
well. I leaned down and kissed her while allowing my dick to press firmly
against her vaginal orifice. I was struck by the resistance I met. Faye
whispered in my ear, "No babies, okay?" I assured her that I was baby-proof.
I only presumed that she was not a virgin.
I pressed forward and sensed Faye catch her breath. My dick was pressing
fiercely against her hole, but would not enter. I moved my finger there and
with difficulty, and only because there is a bone in my finger, could I get my
finger to barely enter her. I'd better ask her, I thought, just in case. She
was grimacing so I removed the offending digit and placed my dick there again
instead.. She started crying and explained that no man had been able to get
inside of her yet, though she had tried 3 times before. So she was a virgin.
We talked a bit about it. She had not yet sought the counsel of a
gynecologist and I could not determine if the problem was solely one of spasm
(vaginismus) or a very tight hymen. She had learned to use a tampon with
great difficulty and her masturbatory efforts were directed only clitorally.
Since she wanted very much to be penetrated I continued to try to get into
her. I could feel an anticipatory load of cum moving up. I asked her to
masturbate herself to an orgasm in the hopes that everything together might
work. I pushed and stuffed for all I was worth but essentially it was to no
avail. Feeling the cum well up and knowing that I was going to erupt anyway,
I started stroking my dick to build the orgasm to maximum. As I felt the
first spurt about to erupt I tried one last time to stuff my dick into the
tightest hole on earth. At the same time I said, "Here I cum!", which was all
she needed, I guess, as she said, "Me, too, in a few seconds." Her bucking
and my violent thrust forward succeeded only in plopping the glans of my dick
inside of her. I met immediate resistance at that point and her pussy ring
was holding me like a vice. With my orgasm impending, the pain of having my
dick crushed by this incredible pussy was put aside. Unable to advance and
not wanting to lose any ground I sat on my knees and pumped my wad into her
pussy at that point. She bucked too, and was crying at the same time. As my
spurting died down I leaned forward and asked what was wrong. She continued
to sob that above all else, she was happy that I could get into her at all,
and that it hurt like hell and she wanted me to pull out. I asked if she was
done with her orgasm and she assured it was wonderful but please withdraw. My
dick was shriveling fast and her hole was closing around it. I withdrew and
she sighed in relief and stopped crying. In the dim light I looked at my
dick and her pussy searching for evidence of a ruptured hymen. There was no
such evidence.
It was early morning now and work was only a couple of hours away so I bade
Faye so long and went back to the hospital for some sleep. Faye and I never
attempted to make love again, though we remained friends until I moved away..
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