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The First Time [Hyper Sex]
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.
It was the last day of Becky's college classes. She was now
a Senior, and she and several friends had gathered at the home of
a faculty member for beer and pizza. Becky and her boyfriend,
Fred, whom we met earlier, were sitting at a table on the patio
with Randy, who had the build, looks, and personality of a campus
jock, but who wanted to be a priest; and with Millie, an older
student in her thirties who had returned to school after her
divorce, and who had been occasionally filling in as a part-time
departmental secretary that year.
Becky and Fred had been dating seriously for about three
months; but except for some occasional heavy petting, their
relationship had remained largely platonic, due to Becky's fear of
sexual intimacy. This afternoon, however, everyone seemed to be in
a mood to cast off their usual restraints. Millie was obviously
intent on wooing Randy away from celibacy, and every few minutes
she kept playfully sitting on his lap -- but Randy seemed to be
successfully resisting the temptation. Becky regaled the group
with several jokes, mostly on the topic of sex, and suddenly she
asked Fred, "Tell me, have you ever had a virgin?," to which he
truthfully replied, "Yes."
"Did it hurt the girl?"
"No, actually, I think she enjoyed it," he answered slowly.
"Well, how did you manage that? A lot of girls complain that
their first time really hurt," said Becky, remembering a few
unpleasant experiences of her own which had only increased her
apprehensiveness and resulted in her remaining a reluctant virgin
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- although she did her best to make it up to her dates in other
ways.
"That depends a lot on the guy," Fred replied. "If you're
gentle enough, go slowly, and take all night if you have to. But
most guys just don't have that much control, or they get impatient,
and after a while they just ram it in. Then there are some guys
who get off on the fact that a girl is a virgin. It's a real turn
on to them if she seems to be hurting, because it makes them feel
macho."
"Yeah, they feel like they must be really big if it hurts,"
Randy added.
Millie commented, "Some women even have to go to the doctor to
have their hymen cut before they can have sex. But if the man is
gentle and considerate, and if he's willing to go slow, it really
shouldn't matter all that much."
Later in the conversation, Fred described the interesting
features of another local restaurant and suggested they all go
there for dinner. They agreed, and since they had all come in
separate cars, Fred gave them directions so that they could meet
there later on.
Becky was fond of wearing large, bulky sweaters even in warm
weather, and Fred had the feeling that even in spite of her
extroverted nature, she was somewhat self-conscious about her
figure. As she got out of the car in the parking lot of the
restaurant where Fred was waiting for her, he felt the insistent
stirring of desire as he looked down at her, remembering the lovely
curves which lay embedded in all that softness.
By the time they were ready to leave, Becky was obviously
feeling cuddly. Fred was living in an apartment just a few blocks
from the restaurant. "It's a nice night for a walk," Fred
observed. "Why don't we just walk over to my place, and we can
come back and get the cars later?" Becky paused a moment and said
nothing. Fred repeated his invitation. This time, she slowly
nodded in agreement, and they walked arm in arm the short distance
to Fred's flat.
When they had closed the door to his one-room efficiency
apartment, Fred gestured towards his cot and towards the couch at
the opposite end of the room. "Becky," he said, "It's up to you."
She sat down on the side of the cot and said quietly, "Do you have
any protection?"
"Yes," Fred replied. He quickly went into the bathroom and
retrieved a condom from the medicine chest, slipped it into his
pocket and returned, sitting down beside her, putting his arm
around her and kissing her gently. "Turn out the light," she said,
and Fred noticed that her hand was shaking.
They kissed and embraced, and Fred gently began to remove
Becky's clothing as she lay back upon the cot. The room was pitch
black. On an end table just beyond the pillow was a radio which
had a brightly lighted dial. "I'm going to turn this on, just for
a little music," said Fred, and reached up to do so. The radio
dial was just enough to illuminate each curve of her body, leaving
the rest in darkness. "Oh, Fred, I want to go all the way with you
-- but I'm afraid," Becky said quietly after a few minutes of
further embraces.
"That's all right," Fred responded. "I've been learning about
some new uses of hyper-empiria -- using suggestions of alertness to
put you into an altered state of consciousness, so that all the
other suggestions I give to you will be just as real as if they're
actually happening. I'm going to guide you into it, and you'll be
fine."
Cradling her naked body in his arms and gently stroking her
hair and her forehead, Fred began to guide her into hyper-empiria,
gazing all the time at the lovely curves of her body, half hidden
and half illuminated by the light of the radio dial. Gradually she
began to relax, and as he concluded the procedure, he said, "Now we
are going to begin to make love. And we will be able to take just
as much time as we want to, for there isn't any hurry at all, and
you will be able to enjoy every moment to the fullest. Whatever
else you may have felt as pain is now going to be felt merely as
pleasure, and as excitement, or at the most perhaps just a bit of
pressure. But the most important thing will be the exquisite,
wonderful pleasure that is about to be yours -- flooding and
filling every muscle and nerve and cell of your body with the most
beautiful sensations of joy."
Fred continued kissing and stroking her as he repeated his
suggestions. Slowly, his kisses traveled down her body until he
was kissing and licking her clitoris. Her body tensed with
pleasure, and not wanting her to climax so soon, Fred stopped, and
moved back to his original position.
Becky's vagina was soft and moist, and Fred gently began
probing and touching along the length of her outer lips with his
middle finger. As he continued moving his finger slowly back and
forth, her vagina grew even more moist. Then, very gradually, he
inserted his finger. The fit was snug, and Fred realized that this
was as much as Becky had ever done before. Very slowly and
carefully, Fred inserted a second finger beside the first, gently
stretching her hymen. As he withdrew his finger and continued
stroking her clitoris, Becky murmured something too faint for Fred
to understand. "What?" he asked.
"I want you," she whispered softly.
"I want you," Fred repeated, as he pulled away for a moment,
reached into his pocket and retrieved the condom. Quickly
undressing, he peeled off the wrapper, unrolled it along the length
of his erect penis and stretched out beside her, as he continued to
gently stroke and probe the softness of her vagina with the head of
his member. After a few moments, Fred began to push a little
harder, and suddenly he penetrated, but Becky seemed only to relax
a little more.
Fred moved slowly inside her, repeating his suggestions of
pleasure, joy, peace, and happiness as they turned so that she once
more lay beneath him. As he continued his gentle motions with his
hips, he began caressing her body once again, kissing her
sensuously on the mouth and neck, and gently stroking her thighs
and legs -- until, with the pent-up desires of years of longing,
Becky's body suddenly exploded with into orgasm, flooding the room
with her sighs and cries.
When both their passions were fully spent, Fred ended the
hyper-empiric session and asked her if she would like to get up and
have a late-night breakfast. "That's okay, I have to go," she
said, and got up and began to dress in shadows cast by the radio
dial -- still apparently more than a little self-conscious about
the appearance of her body. "I don't know how to please a man,"
she said. "Was I good enough for you?"
"You're so pretty that you don't have to do anything to please
a guy -- it's a turn-on just to please you!" Fred truthfully
exclaimed, for their time together had been beautiful indeed.
And that night was followed by even more beautiful nights, as
Fred and Becky explored together through hyper-empiria every
dimension of sexual intimacy. As their love grew fuller and
deeper, Becky gradually lost her fear of revealing her naked body
for Fred to admire; and under his patient tutelage, she gradually
learned to be responsive in ways that were better than either of
them had ever imagined.
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The foregoing story is from my book, "Hyper-Sex: Pathways to
Ecstasy," which contains step by step, how-to-do-it instructions
for hyper-empiria and auto-empiria, hypnosis and self-hypnosis, and
for constructing and using hyper-sex suggestions. For further
information, contact [email protected]
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