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A blazing sun caressed ripe and ready cornfields. Rich yellow heated to a dusted tawny colour. Tall stalks flaunted their swelling seed to the sun's power. Silence enveloped the land.

Nothing moved.

Except for Peter Grover, and he loved it all. Loved the heat, the scorching fecund fields, the dry aroma of sun-toasted corn, the quiet, the solitude. No people. Ideal for a solitary young man. An official track lay two fields to the south, on his left. That was the joy of this walk along the boundary of corn. It was his alone. No one ever came this way

The lone piping of a curlew was an intrusion. Too hot for birdsong.

Gazing over the corn, Peter saw, to the south, the tawny shades merge with hazy blue on the far horizon. Sometimes he wished he could paint, to capture the essence of everything natural. Still, he was pleased he could put it into his writing, use his own sense of imagery. Get yourself a notebook, he had told himself so many times. Inspiration was fleeting. Interpreting nature with his own words was his way, his ambition

At that moment, a lone, playful breeze rose from the west to set the corn gently swaying. 'Sensuous undulations of an aroused woman.' The imagery was in his head almost automatically. Would he remember it?

Just as quickly the breeze was gone. 'A fickle lover to another field.' Peter liked that one. But it needed writing down before he forgot.

He was smiling ruefully at his choice of image. What did he know about an aroused woman? Maybe something he'd seen on TV or at the cinema. But in reality? A tight-lipped kiss with Brenda Bowles or a tentative hand over Betty Shields left breast, covered with a thick winter coat. Might as well have stroked a turnip in a sack. That summed up his experience. 

In other words, minimal contact, which is what he had had with most of his school peers in their final year. He knew they found him different. Different tastes, different interests. Peter's deep interest in the way nature looked or acted was often far away from the more physical interests of others his age. Viewing this cornfield in sunlight was something close to perfection.

When university started in September, he would be using the natural world to stimulate his writing, whether it be poems or some descriptive longer work. At home, he had reams of his early attempts, which his mother loved reading.

Away to the southern horizon, where all afternoon there had been that hazy mix, there now appeared a clear charcoal dividing line. Interesting, thought Peter, keeping his eyes to the left so that he did not have to look at the one blot on the scene. A black, rusting corrugated roof, covering a storage for bales of hay in the upper field. It was always an unwelcome intrusion on his pastoral strolls.

Suddenly, shockingly, up ahead there came the suggestion of another intrusion. A flash of pale blue beyond a slight bend. Someone else on his patch? He hated intrusion on what he saw as his space.

Within seconds he saw that the blue was a summer dress on the slender figure of a young woman, coming in his direction. How dare she?

Annoyed at having his solitude invaded, Peter's first reaction was to turn back quickly. But, when the woman was about twenty metres away something held him to the spot. Long hair, 'the colour of autumn' flowed down to her shoulders.

This imagery had him looking closer. Only one person had ever provoked the self-same image. The swaying walk was so familiar. Was it? Could it be? Peter's breath caught in his throat. It was her. It was Tina Marlow. His big crush from early High School days, where she had been two years ahead of him.

At fourteen he had suddenly become aware of the vision that walked the school corridor, with shy, downcast eyes. So delectable, even in the dowdy school uniform. Peter had marked the times she would pass a particular point on the corridor and had been there just to drink in the wonder of her. The green eyes, the high cheekbones, the smile, which was never directed at him. She hadn't known that he existed.

In her final year, something had happened though. Some older boys, so the story went, had cornered her in the gym store cupboard and had their way with her willingly on a mattress. Peter was furious at the very thought of it. Wanted to lash out at whoever was involved, while knowing that he'd never have the bravado.

It was all the worse when she never appeared at school again. Sometimes Peter was sure he had been unhappy since that time. He could delude himself that she was the reason he never had girlfriends.

Now, as he stood desperately thinking of what to do or say, she was almost alongside him, looking at him blandly. In the two years since he had last seen her she had become even more beautiful, he was sure. In the thin cotton dress, she was wearing, her bosom, waist and hips were targets for his eyes.

"Had a good look?" Her first words, accompanied by a teasing smile, had him trying hard to breathe.

At last, he managed to stammer, "You—you're Tina Marlow."

She looked surprised, "My God, has my reputation reached here?"

"You were at Addison High. So was I, two years behind," Peter said. He told her his name, even though she wouldn’t have known it. Then, without thought, without a conscious wish, he added, "I had a crush on you."

And immediately wanted the ground to swallow him. What had made him make that admission?

He was mortified, and even more so as a knowing smile lit up her face, "And did nothing about it? That puts you into a special category." Her voice took on a more teasing tone, "And now you have me at your mercy."

"No! No, I always walk here. I didn't know you'd be here."

Inside his desperate mind, some alien imp was goading him to consider what he might do if she was at his mercy. Wouldn't have a clue, would he? But already he felt something strange about this. How could this challenging—no, daring woman be the same Tina Marlow?

She shook her head as though trying to clear her own mind, her lustrous hair brushed over her face, as she said, "Why are you walking here, anyway?"

"I always walk here."

"I've never seen you," she shrugged. "Then I've only been here a few days. Visiting grandparents. I go home tonight." She looked away across the fields before her eyes settled back on him with an almost piercing intensity. "Well, why do you walk here?"

Peter told her of his enjoyment in recording natural things in writing.

"A poet? You don't look like a poet."

"What should a poet look like?”

She shrugged, “Geekier looking, I suppose. Are you going to university?"

Peter nodded and risked her response to his chosen subjects, Biology, English Literature and Environmental Studies.

“Eighteen, eh? An interesting mix of subjects, and a bit of a coincidence."

"How?" Peter asked, grateful that she hadn’t ridiculed his choices as others had.

"Because at university I'll be going into my third year of environmental work. If I complete it."

"Why shouldn't you?"

Her stare was fixed, and a couple of lines of uncertainty creased her brow, before she smiled ruefully, "There may be complications."

Peter felt it wise not to pursue the matter. Anyway, he was enjoying this chance to stand with her, admiring the flow of that hair, the wide green eyes, the high cheekbones, and that mouth, so warm and inviting. She was so much more confident and outgoing than he remembered. But then he had hardly known her at all. Now, he was hard-pressed to keep his eyes from coasting down over the curve of breast, and waist.

At that moment a second breeze from the west lightly lifted her hair, and she said, her eyes directed towards the cornfield, "How would your poet's eye record that?"

Peter looked, and observed the corn swaying as it had earlier, and almost smiling, he dared himself to use the imagery he had already committed to memory.

"Under a wayward breeze the corn moved with the sensuous undulations of an aroused woman," he said

Tina's lips pouted, and she nodded appreciatively, "Mmm, yes."

But as the breeze immediately dropped, Peter was anxious to show off to this unexpected companion.

"And moved on, a fickle lover to another field."

Looking south, he noticed the charcoal line had widened.

As he turned back, he discovered that Tina had moved much closer. Close enough for him to notice the light perspiration above her lips, dampness along the shoulders of her thin dress, the unexpected clouding of her eyes.

"You seem very experienced when it comes to what a woman feels," she said. Did her voice sound huskier? Hell, she was so close. "How would your poetic skills define me?"

Peter wondered if his face had reddened. She was so beautiful. Could he ever do her appearance justice? How much of a giveaway of what he was feeling would it be?

"Well?" she urged him, standing only inches from him.

Behind her, above the trees to the west, the sky had blackened. Approaching rain?

Peter took the chance, "A frame of autumn hair around the face of an angel."

He held his breath, watching her face frowning as she absorbed his words.

"Like the hair idea, but, the rest? Bit of a cliché."

"First draft only," Peter said quickly.

She laughed, a lovely sound. Then her frown was back, "But I'm no angel."

Peter was finding an unexpected boldness now that she was so close, "Could have fooled me."

She nodded, "And probably have." Her eyes were very firmly on him now, "Do you still have a crush on me?"

He could only nod weakly like the lonely young man he was. Why would she ask a question like that? An aroma of lavender came from her.

"Would you like to kiss me?"

How could she be making such an offer? Would she hear the thudding of his heart? What kind of answer could he make that wouldn't reveal his inexperience? But the questions were taken out of his hands, as she stepped in close, put her hands on his shoulders, and her warm, parted lips pressed against his mouth.

Quaking, Peter felt the tip of her tongue search along his closed lips, before she drew back, and regarded him with a stern look.

"All this ‘sensuous undulations' business--pure fantasy, wasn't it?"

Ashamed, he nodded, wildly aware of the thrusting hardness her closeness had invoked inside his jeans.

"Don't worry. It was good imagination. But wouldn't you like a little more intimate knowledge." And her lower body shuffled against his hardness. "Aah! What images might you come up with then?"

Her smile was genuine, her eyelids lowered. At that moment a much stronger breeze lifted her hair high and wide, like a peacock's tail.

Looking out over the fields, Tina said, "What would you say about that now? What kind of lover is that.?"

Breathless and trembling at this unexpected circumstance, Peter followed her gaze. Corn heads were tossing angrily. Stalks were bent way back, then released, only to be struck again.

Despite his current discomfort, the words came easily, "Under the thrust of a harsher, more rampant lover, the corn's resistance weakened, close to submission."

"Very good. You seem to like sensuous imagery," Tina said, her eyes firmly on his face.

Peter's breathing was strangely ragged. This was not the shy girl he remembered. Yet so mightily attractive.

Over the trees to the west the blackness was pushing in faster, threatening the sun. The wind rose. Like the corn, Tina's hair tossed wildly, as she turned to him and offered her mouth. Excited, yet unsure, Peter parted his lips as they met hers, and her tongue immediately probed at his. An electric current travelled inside his cheeks as he allowed their tongues to mesh.

His mind lost in the immediate sensation was still able to rejoice in the fact that this was Tina Marlow - the Tina Marlow, that, as a schoolboy, he had watched with aesthetic wonder. Now she was here in his arms and any aesthetic considerations were being overtaken by more lustful sensations, which she was provoking.

Eyes closed in the joy of her kiss, he was terribly aware of her grinding herself against his hardness. Could she really be urging him on? Why was she being so forward, so pressing? He didn't dare think about it. But her promise of more intimate knowledge, what had she meant by that? Lost in this dark rapture, he suddenly became aware, behind his eyelids, that a light had been turned off.

Parting from her kiss, he saw that the sun was gone, "The cloud has eaten the sun," he said fancifully. With shrouded eyes, she smiled at him.

"Are we going to get wet, together?" she said, and Peter wasn't sure how provocative her intentions had been.

"Shelter over there," he said, nodding towards the corrugated roofing.

"We'd better get there."

Side by side they raced through a gap in the hedging. The first drops of rain fell and made little craters in the dry, dusty earth under their feet. Then they were under the roof, standing, ankle deep in loose hay.

Tina took his hand, "This way. Sheltered from the wind." And she led him towards the one corrugated wall.

Before they reached it, the rain which had been giving scattered drums on the roof, now came with a rush, producing a steady low-pitched roar above them, while outside the wind howled through shrubs and grasses.

Having stopped with the sudden sound, Tina, came in close to Peter and they kissed again. A wilder kiss, in tune with the elements outside.

"You want further experience?" Tina asked as she pulled away, and before Peter could respond she added, "Still got that crush on me?"

He hardly hesitated, "More so."

"Back in school - when you had that crush - did you dream of screwing me?"

Peter knew his face had reddened, "No, never. You were unobtainable."

"But if I had been obtainable, would you have?"

He shook his head, "I had you on a pedestal."

Her face saddened, "People can fall off pedestals, you know."

Peter was utterly confused. Here they were in mounds of hay, a storm raging around them, and he could not fathom her line of questioning. Her next question threw all those considerations into a new perspective.

"Would you like to screw me now?"

What to say? Too eager would be wrong, yet refusal could be insulting. Besides, he just didn't have the experience to make a decent approach to it. "I haven't -" he stammered.

"I know you haven't. If I say I want you to fuck me, would you? You should at least try, you know. I don't think your biology lessons have taken you far enough so far," she murmured as she turned away, and moved toward the sheltering wall.

Her hands were out of sight, seeming to fumble in front of her. Peter only learned why when she was close to the wall and flung herself back on a sloping pile of hay.

The front of her dress had been completely unbuttoned, and as she fell backwards it opened to reveal firmly proud, brown tipped breasts, a flat stomach and the briefest of pink panties.

Peter could only stand there and gape at the sight before him. Uncertainty and desire tangled in his brain.

"Are you just wanting to watch?" Tina asked, not unkindly. "Or do you want to learn?"

Hesitantly, he knelt alongside her, his hands clutching at the hay. "Touch me, kiss me. It's all right, I'm on the pill. But, for God's sake do something. I'm like the corn, ripe and ready. Feel me."

Feel her? Did she mean - everywhere? He lay and kissed her and felt her hands clawing at his T-shirt pushing it up so that her hands ran over the skin of his back. Her tongue chased his around his mouth.

She leaned back as she dragged the shirt over his head, "Don't you want to touch my tits?" The language she was using suggested vast sexual experience.

Nervously, uncertainly, Peter placed his right hand over her left breast, marvelling at the smoothness, at the roundness, at the magic of the touch. Then she was struggling with his belt buckle.

"Get out of those goddam pants," her voice was getting more desperate. "God, I need it. Three whole days." At that point, he wasn't sure what she meant or even if she was talking to him.

Raising himself, he struggled out of his pants. And here he was, naked, with a near-naked woman. And that woman was his beloved Tina Marlow. His head could not take it all in. Why was she being so generous to him?

Suddenly, under the cacophony of rain and wind, she sat up and reached for his erection.

As she looked down at it she exclaimed, "Wow, that's a real courgette of a cock. Better than some of the little chilli peppers I've had."

No woman had looked at his cock, certainly not when it was erect, and the touch of her fingers grasping at it was almost too much. He felt fit to burst. Then when she leaned and kissed the tip of it a laser bolt shot through him.

"I've got to have that in me," Tina cried, and her eagerness, her wantonness overwhelmed him.

She released her hold and pushed at the pink panties and kicked them away. Peter had a quick, surprising glimpse of her hairless lower body and the beginnings of a crevice there, before she reached for his erection again and pulled him over her.

"In me. Now."

There was little he needed to do since she placed his cock in what felt like a warm pool, and he was able to obey her next words, "Push!"

And he was in the very moist grasping tunnel of her womanhood. So surprisingly open and welcoming. He was doing it. He was up inside a woman.

He gasped as his hard cock rode smoothly to its full length inside her, dazzled by the way she gurgled, squealed and hissed, "So big. Just lie still a moment. Don't move. It's your first time. Don't cum."

Peter knew that he was very close, but obeying her instruction held him off for a few seconds. He raised his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth gaped as though in ecstasy already She appeared to be savouring something of which he had no part. Hell, he'd hardly done anything.

But here he was inside the grasping clawing channel of Tina, the woman he thought the most beautiful in the world. Never in a million years could he have imagined it would be this easy.

He knew only too well that any further movement was going to push him over the edge. So, as her inner walls continued to twitch, her hips lunged, and he gasped, "Tina, I have to."

Her eyes flashed open, devil's eyes, and she gasped, "Okay. Do it! But do it hard."

As asked, he drew his cock back and plunged, back and plunged again, as quickly as he could, feeling his balls release, hearing her yelps of pleasure. Then his warhead was bumping against somewhere inside her and he went into frantic spasm as wave after wave of his juices spurted up into her. Her hot channel walls seemed to contract as though squeezing the last drops out of him.

Collapsed on top of her, he whispered, "I'm sorry, I couldn't -"

Her hand came up to stroke his cheek, "Don't be. I was selfish. I still am. Always will be when it comes to this. Don't expect it this easy with other women.”

The rain clattered on the roof. Looking sideways Peter could see water streaming from the roof edge in a steady cascade, and beyond, through a gap in the hedge, the corn was beaten down, fighting, it appeared, but to no avail, as wind and rain tore into it.

"The ravaging of the corn," he muttered, welcoming the ready image, as his body relaxed, and he rolled his weight off Tina, his limp cock leaving a pale trail across her thigh.

"More inspiration?" Tina asked, sitting up.

Peter nodded out towards the fields, "It's like there has never been a sun. Never been light. Out there it's so gloomy." He paused and placed a hand over her breast, "Yet, in here, it's so cosy."

Her eyes were steady on his face. She sounded as though he had given her much pleasure, but he couldn’t act macho. Hell, he had no right to do that.

"So now you've had your first woman." She laughed, "A genuine roll in the hay, if you like."

"Thank you."

Her eyes moved out to the corn being lashed by wind and rain. "You're first experience, my thirty-second."

Peter made a surprised 'Ooh' shape with his mouth, "Thirty-two times?"

"No, thirty-two different men."

Peter's mind tried to take that on board, thirty-two different men—-hell, she was only twenty. "How old were you when you had your first."

Her eyes looked at him with a teasing glint, "I'd been eighteen for three days." she said quietly.

Thirty-two men in two years. She watched as Peter's head shook in shocked amazement. That explained her easiness to some extent.

"You need to know that no money was ever involved. It's a compulsion, a craving, a fire down there, that can't be quenched. And I'm a little surprised that you are the very first person, other than a doctor or psychiatrist, that I've ever explained myself to."

This was the girl/woman he had adored from afar since he was fourteen. She had been his image of virtue. Now he was hearing, from her own mouth, that she was as easy as taking a drink of water. Just minutes ago, he had been lifted by her wanting to kiss him. Now he was just one of many. A salve for her needs.

Yet looking down at her face now, so beautiful, so genuinely concerned at his confusion, he could only feel gratitude when she said he was the only one she’d confided in.

Peter leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth.

As he drew back, she half smiled, "That was very kind of you." Then she wriggled up. "Come on, I promised you some insights that might help you. My needs always take over. Let's clean up first."

She was up, leaving her dress behind her, and hurrying, wonderfully naked, to the edge of the barn, where water still poured from the roof.

The wind lifted her hair as she turned and called, "Come on. You need to be hardened."

Puzzled, Peter climbed to his feet and, moving towards her, he saw her cup her hands, and hold them under the water cascading from the roof. As he reached her, she smiled up at him, stooping to splash the water between her legs, and rubbing vigorously. She repeated the action with just a little shiver.

Standing close to her, Peter shivered as occasional spots of water, blown by the wind, hit his shoulders. Gentle shocks. Tina cupped her hands once more and then, without warning, and with a wicked grin, she sank to her knees and pushed her water-laden hands up against his soft genitals.

With a wild yelp, Peter jerked at the shock of the cold. He half stepped back, but her hands remained tight on his softness, and she was laughing, "You know you like it."

Despite the initial chill of the water, Peter had to join in with her laughter, "But it'll shrivel," he said.

"Not in my hands it won't."

And she turned away to gather more water, and her second application was less discomforting. In fact. the way she now caressed and rubbed with both hands along his length and under his balls was very pleasant. But there was no indication of an erection.

"Maybe you need deeper stimulation," she murmured.

"I don't think I can. Ooh!"

Peter had been about to tell her that an early erection was unlikely, when, without warning, she had leaned into him, and taken his limp member into her mouth, sucking on it and rolling her tongue around it, her eyes looking up at him.

Peter was panting from this new extra experience. He knew he was still soft, but every suck was sending tingles around his groin.

Tina drew her head back, "It’s good to feel the blood flow back in," she said, as she released him and sat back on her haunches.

Looking down Peter could see that his cock now had a low jut to it.

"I think, and hope, that what I have in mind now will bring you up to maximum."

She stood up and, taking his hand, led him back to where they had been lying.

"I don't cock-suck usually. Nothing in that for what I need. But it's useful to get you up again."

"Does that make me special?" Peter asked, noticing that the drumming on the tin roof had eased.

Tina turned to face him, "Only because, for you, I'm trying to turn my needs into a learning situation. Your biological knowledge of women is very limited, only books, maybe?"

Peter admitted that was mostly the case.

"Fiction or non?"

"Bit of both. Physiology books."

"Porn?"

“God, no," he admitted, and wondered if that made him more of a nerd.

They came to where she had left her dress, and stood there, naked, looking at each other. A very Adam and Eve situation, Peter thought. "So, you know all about a woman's body, but it's all theoretical. True?"

Peter nodded, "Sadly, true," he said.

She lay down on her back, legs slightly parted, "Nothing to be sad about. Come down here. This is the part of nature study you haven't encountered, the practical part. I'll give you a few minutes to explore. But no longer than that. I'll expect you to be up and ready by then."

Hesitantly, Peter lay down beside her. What he couldn't get his mind around was the fact that although only two years his senior, Tina was talking to him like some mature school ma’am.

She came up on her elbows, "Let's assume you know something about breasts, where they are and what effect they can have. Not for me especially, but you'll encounter women whose tits are hyper-sensitive. So, move your head down there." And she nodded her head down towards her parted thighs.

Uncertainly, Peter shuffled his body until he was gazing up at her hairless pudenda.

"Let's have a naming of parts, with variations. No need to be too clinical. You are looking at?"

"The pudenda, shaved?" And he said the last word as a query.

"Cleanliness, it gets so much activity. But in most cases, you might be calling it the ’bush.’" She chuckled as she added, “And I wouldn’t allow you to ‘beat about the bush’, I’d be too desperate,” She parted her thighs a little more. "Now you can see?"

"Outer labia," he said, amazed at how full those lips looked.

“You will hear most girls call that area their ‘pussy’. And she gave him a rather rueful smile.

"Now, thumbs on either side of the gap," she began, and Peter was aware of the words becoming more clipped as her breathing became deeper. "Pull—oh, yes, pull the lips apart."

Peter did as he was told and felt her thighs trembling. At first, the wet pinkness had him thinking of tearing open an overripe fruit to reveal pink layers, with a dark-holed centre and a jutting bud at the near end.

"You see?" Tina's voice sounded like she was choking.

Peter was feeling a little more confident, yet a little distracted by Tina’s increasing grunts and moans, he told her "Entry to the vagina.”

“Vagina,” Tina said contemptuously,” sounds like a part for a car engine.”

“Well, what?”

“You are looking at the entry to my cunt.” Her breath shuddered in her throat, as she gasped, “And you’d better be ready to get your cock up there.”

Peter had heard the term used but always in a giggling way. Then Tina hissed brokenly, "Do - something - for – me."

Peter raised his head and was sure he saw Tina’s eyes glazing as she gasped, "Run your fingers around the entry."

Excited himself, he probed with one finger, running it around the soaked rim, and felt her whole body stiffen, while a small growl came from the back of her throat. Suddenly he felt her fingers encircling his cock, and he realised he had come fully erect. Not surprising, considering what he was engaged in.

"Now," she gasped, "in other situations, you might use your tongue."

Her voice faded away. Peter had the foxy aroma of her in his nostrils. The erotic sensation of that encouraged him, although an hour ago, it would have been an alien action, to flick out his tongue to lap at her dark entry. As her body shuddered he allowed his tongue to slide forward to cover the jutting clitoris.

It was as though he had pressed a detonator. Tina squealed, a high pitched keening sound, as her hips jerked frantically up into his face, almost knocking him backwards, while her body thrashed out of control, and she pulled with some ferocity at his cock.

"In me. For God's sake, in me."

She pulled his erection down, while Peter struggled desperately to bring his body round to get between her heaving thighs. Trying to mount a wild horse had to be something like this.

With a struggle, he was able to lie over her and guide his hardened cock into her anxiously grasping entry. He hardly needed to push, as it seemed that every muscle of her cunt was sucking him upwards, while she continued to heave, scream and groan.

Taking the weight on his arms he was able to thrust and pull back, but with some difficulty as her own thrashings were so unpredictable. Looking down into her face, Peter could see that she was completely out of it, eyes closed, mouth opening and closing as each new wave brought a variation of sound from deep in her throat

For Peter, being in her heaving luscious channel was sensational. As she calmed a little, it seemed they hit a mutual rhythm, up and back, up and back, her hips rising to him on each upward thrust. At one point her hand clasped around the back of his neck and drew his mouth down to hers for a frantic, tongue lashing kiss.

Without warning, Peter realised that he was close to shooting. Somehow, it had not entered his thinking, so absorbed had he been with Tina's reaction. He broke the kiss as the pressure reached a peak and he had time to call out her name, before he was plunged deep into her, feeling every delirious spurt from his pounding, throbbing cock. Somewhere a bear was snarling and growling, until he realised that the noises were coming from his mouth, pressed hard into the hollow of her neck and shoulder.

Tina was giving off jerky sobbing noises. Peter lay there, heavy on her, wanting to stay inside her for as long as possible. But inevitably, he knew his spent cock was beginning its long soft slide out of her.

Tina gave a slight wriggle and twisted her body to free herself from under him. Peter rolled to lie beside her. Although the storm seemed to have eased there were still sporadic raindrops pinging across the roof. Peter thought that something similar had been happening under that roof.

They lay side by side, on their backs, and Tina said, "As you'll have noticed, I can't do foreplay."

Peter was puzzled, "But you seemed to, well, go crazy when my tongue touched you."

"Yes, but any touch of finger or tongue down there only speeds up my real needs by a millisecond."

"That was a real orgasm you had, wasn't it?"

Tina gave a pained chuckle, "My greatest ability is in making a man believe he's the world's greatest lover, which he judges by my reaction. But if I have any man more than once or twice, he takes off, fearful that his precious manhood will suffer from wear and tear. Could be right."

"You didn't orgasm?" Peter felt a vague sense of disappointment.

Tina sat up and looked down at him, "Please, don't feel badly about it. I was delighted that you had a good one. And in a sense, yes, I did have an orgasm, if that's what you want to call it."

Peter appreciated her sensitive concern for him, "But what else would you call it? You looked, and felt as though -"

Tina broke in on what he was saying, "It's more like going crazy. My craving is always greater than my satisfaction. Look at me now. No lovely afterglow, no deep gratitude. In a few minutes, I'll be raging to have it again. It just doesn't last. But I get that effect with any man."

"So, I was just a tool for you." And realising what he had said, he giggled, and she joined in.

"Aptly put. You have a very good tool. But in your case, I saw a chance to use my own needs to aid your experience and understanding of women. I'm privileged to be your first."

"And you succeeded," Peter said gratefully.

"No, I'm only capable of showing you the latter stages. I haven't the control to take you through the labyrinth of seduction that you're really going to need. Those early steps are tricky. My only advice now, would be for you to always be sensitive, be caring, be attentive, and don't be mean with the compliments."

"You still look gorgeous to me," Peter said fervently.

She leaned down to give him a quick peck on the lips, "Nice of you, when you know what I'm like."

"I can't understand how you found yourself in this - er, condition at eighteen."

Tina lay back in the hay again, "I don't talk about it."

Peter sat up now, looking down at her, wanting to touch her firm breasts but resisting. "But you've already said I'm the only one you've told. You had no strong feelings while at school?"

"You joking.? Since sixteen, I've had the feeling of having fiery serpents fighting deep inside my belly."

Peter said nothing but looked at her intently, hoping she would continue. Her lips tightened before she said, "Look, Peter, I like you. I don’t talk about what I’ve done. But, for you, just three pieces of information. But will you keep it to yourself?”

Peter nodded numbly, sure that he would be discrete. And he told her that.

Tina’s eyes were hard on his as she began telling him, “First, my first cock was at my first party, where I knew the punch had been spiked. My excuse at the time. A boy took me, and his cock thrusting up into me was a red-hot poker that punctured the sack of serpents. My insides just burst into a fiery agglomeration of twisting, darting fires. The walls of my cunt became wild to entrap any ready cock and have remained that way.”

Peter kissed her cheek, but she pulled back intent on completing what she had to say. “The school incident, a kid had me on the gym mattress and found I was too much for him. Brought his mates and I fucked them all, but we were caught. My father took me out of school, arranged medical care.” She shrugged, “A waste of time.”

“That was when I missed seeing you,” Peter admitted.

Tina stroked his cheek and said, “You see what you missed by being shy then.”

Peter wondered if he could have possibly gone through with an experience then, as Tina completed her admissions, “And now I’ve maybe blown my university chances. Succumbing to a plethora of eager tom-cat students was so easy for me, with the serpents permanent inside me, twisting, burning, constantly demanding, ever seeking gratification. That's where my reputation lies in tatters now. We'll have to wait and see."

Lying close to her Peter had listened with a mixture of awe and disappointment. This was Tina Marlow, the girl he'd placed on a pedestal of virtue. She had just given herself to him with wild abandon, but worse, her body had been exposed to the whims of countless men.

Yet looking at her lying, beautiful, and as relaxed as she ever could be, naked beside him, Peter could not lose that sense of adoration she had aroused in him all those years ago.

Suddenly she sat up and looked down, "What's that you're pressing against my leg?" She asked, with a teasing smile. "Could it be a policeman's truncheon?"

Peter realised that being pressed against her and hearing her explicit story, he had hardened. Tina's fingers closed around his erection, and getting up on her knees she said calmly, "With your permission, I'll ride you into the sunset - a fitting goodbye."

And before Peter could respond she had straddled him, placed his cock against the moisture of her lower lips, and had sunk down to swallow it up. Looking down at him, she was initially smiling, but as she began rising and falling, impaling herself deeper and deeper, her expression changed to a rampant lustfulness, mouth gaping, eyes misted, head thrown back, then sideways, then back again, that autumn hair flaring, wafting over her face.

Once she leaned forward to let autumn linger over Peter's face. A mixed aroma of lavender and new-mown hay. It felt like an extra caress. Then she was up and riding him again, with a fury that he could never match, her breasts bobbing furiously.

He would have loved to respond with his own upwards thrusts, but her pounding was so fierce, almost vicious, there was no way he could match it. He could only lie there and accept her as a gift, watching and hearing her almost desperate search for orgasm.

Soon, her writhing had him bursting forth, and as he released into her, he was able to raise his hips to meet her. So deep inside her, he felt he must have entered her womb. The wildness of that moment would live with him for the rest of his life, as she gave a final squeal and collapsed on top of him, yet her luscious inner walls clasped him tightly inside her.

At last, she relaxed and rolled sideways beside him saying, "I guess that's as good as it will ever get. I wish I could have taught you more, Peter, but you know I'm not into romance. And never will be. If you just remember me kindly that will be something."

"I'll never forget you, Tina. How could I?"

Her hand stroked across his chest briefly, "Somewhere there'll be the right girl for you, Peter. Find her. Treat her sweetly. You're well endowed. You can bring something special into her life. You'll be all right."

They lay silently for a few moments. Peter closed his eyes. The first thing he noticed when he opened them was that the brightness had returned. Outside, the sky was blue and bright. He blinked uncertainly before sitting up. Had he dozed?

Tina wasn't beside him. Her dress and panties were no longer there. He clambered to his feet and quickly put on his own clothes and hurried to the entrance.

Under the renewed heat of the sun, steam was rising in a low mist over the ground.

Tina was nowhere to be seen. Had she been just a dream?. But the aching rawness around his cock told him it had been no dream. A heaviness came into his chest. She was gone from the fields, gone from his life. Peter's first reaction was sadness, followed by gratitude, and concern for Tina. He could only hope she'd find some satisfying, peaceful solution to her problem.

He walked slowly home, his head full of renewed images he was eager to record in his poems. One of which his mother would never get to read.

The flattened corn stalks struggled to raise tired heads to meet the kiss of the sun.

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It had been another hot and muggy day in the city. Mike had been through a rotten week at the office and was looking for some recreation on Friday night as he walked up to the steel doors emblazoned with the words "World of Fantasy". There are those who believe that so-called juice bars featuring all nude dancers are only frequented by the dregs of society; On the other hand, there are those that believe they can be a wonderful place to get some affection from the opposite sex, while...

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Vacation Part 4 Tina

Like Janet, I hear Sue get out of bed. I wait for her to leave the room before I move close to the door. I listen as she tells everyone that I do make sure my partner receives as much pleasure as I get. I take this as a cue. I enter the room and grab Sue. Pulling her over to the table I say, “Now slut, I am going to give you what you were supposed to get before you left the room.” Spreading her legs, I reach down and finger her pussy. “Now bitch you are going to get it.” I shove my cock hard...

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Out of town milf wife Tina

A few years ago I was working out of town with the construction company I was with at the time. We were building new condos in a town about 8 hours from home. Me and a few of my coworkers were staying at a nearby hotel until the project was completed. In the evenings I usually went to the hotel lounge/restaurant for some dinner and drinks. One evening I noticed an attractive blonde sitting at the bar alone. She looked to be about 50, with short blonde hair and wearing a tight black dress. I...

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Second Chance At LovePart 7 Tina

I had been having sex regularly for the last nine months. I got incredibly horny. I jerked off every morning before I dressed for school and every night before I went to sleep. That wasn't enough some days. I started work at the scout camp a week after school ended. I had a job as a Counselor-in-Training or CIT. I didn't get paid, but would be able to get a paying job the next summer. The camp staff worked crazy hours. We had to be up, dressed in uniform and at the flag pole for flag...

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Tyrone Jamal and Tina

Subject: Tyrone, Jamal and Tina Tyrone and Jamal were two hunky black high school niggers who were tooling around town in Tyrone's car. When I say high school niggers, I mean high school age. They seldom went to school unless it was to check out the freshman cunt available. They did, however hang around the middle and lower schools a great deal. You see, Tyrone and jamal had a thing for really young twat. They love to bust fresh virgin pussy with their huge black fuckers. This was a favorite...

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Fucking my stepsr Tina

Our parents met when I was 15 – Tina was 13. At the time Tina lived with her mom. Three years later, her b*****r James and I both graduated High School – he went off to college, and I remained home, choosing Community College because I knew I was just not a good student, and didn’t want to waste the money. Once James left, Tina moved in. She was really cute – about 5’4′, 125lbs with light brown curly hair, and brown eyes. She had some B cups, but they were really nice. And she had a...

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RedemptionChapter 10 Raptor and Tina

Montana, back in the day “I HATE YOU, BITCH.” The girl who would become Raptor gave Tina the finger and walked away. She’d had it with a girl who didn’t play fair. Who didn’t care about anyone else’s feelings, not even Tony’s. Not that Raptor really cared about Tony, either. He wasn’t Chinese and that put him out of bounds as far as her parents were concerned, even if he was OK as a friend and more than welcome as a customer in their restaurant. Tony had asked her to the prom and she’d...

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Tina

I turned my head to see a woman I knew from work, hands on her hips, staring at me. Of course being startled, my dick did it's amazing vanishing act, and the woman saw this and laughed! "I feel at quite a disadvantage here, why don't you join me? Perhaps you might see the real me if I had some company." She (her name is Tina) looked kind of nervous, sggesting she come back another time. But I insisted she join me and hinted at her prudishness being quite out of character from...

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Dreams of Tina

Throughout their life, men and women seek their complimentary, their ideal sex partner. So many fail, in bed, yes, very sensual, but passons differ. Some need but rarely, then, there are those, a small core in comparison with the billions of people throughout the world, who can be truly called oversexed.Ive been consumed with sexual lust throughout my life. Sexual adventures a-pleanty, though, something was always lacking, generally the drive to match my own.Content to dwell in the world of...

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KittyChapter 17 Tina

As we entered our junior year, Claire focused her attention on her chosen career field. She was attracted to elementary education because of her work with the children over several summers. I knew what I wanted to do, but since there was no degree program for town management, I settled on majoring in liberal arts. Maxine was a communications major, planning to become a newspaper columnist. She'd taken the town management courses in case she was assigned to cover town meetings. Her backup...

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Tina

Note : This story is completely fictional! My Sister-in-Law, Tina, short for Albertina, now 41, had always maintained her figure. Her breasts were never as large as her other two sisters but they are perky and well rounded. She is slightly taller than me at 5’ 10”, probably a 34C, a very slim waist, with a real nice ass. When she would come over I would admire her assets because she would wear the most skin tight clothing I had ever seen. Her blouse would either be very low cut or at least two...

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Wild at storm

I was sleeping when storm woke me up. I tried to sleep again but wind was blowing really loud and storm was getting closer and closer so after few minutes I went downstair to the kitchen to drink some water.I noticed through glass in the door that TV is still running on, it was almost midnight but dad sometimes watch tv deep into the night. I entered kitchen quietly and heard noise from the TV. He was watching porn! Moans and screams. I carefuly peeked on and saw dad naked, sitting and watching...

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