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The events that I am writing about occurred many years ago. My recollection of these events, therefore, has been distilled and flavored by the process of time and some modest historical revision. In Part One I described the events that occurred one summer afternoon when I was eighteen years old, still a virgin and labored under the delusions of youth and the hubris of an imagined literacy.
At that time, I had a girl friend from college who was my age, and also a virgin. We saw each other two to three times a week, and usually spent part of that time “making out.” I really liked Eileen. Sometimes our “make out” sessions would turn into “heavy petting,” with me “feeling her up” (massaging her naked breasts.) My older brother would often ask me if I had fucked her yet. I would tell him that “she wasn’t that kind of a girl”. My brother would tell me that it was me, and not her who was creating the problem. I remember telling him that it wasn’t a problem and that I liked it just the way it was.
But it became a problem after Tony’s girlfriend Michelle had stripped naked in front of me, spanked me and then sucked me off until I came in her mouth. I compared this event with the innocence of my relationship with Eileen. I had never been totally naked together with Eileen. In fact, the farthest we had gone was when I took her bra completely off, but not her blouse. I have to admit that holding her breasts in my hands, under her blouse, caused me to have an ejaculation.
So that evening, after my episode with Michelle, I told Eileen what had happened. We were at her room in the dorms and her roommate was out of town. We started making out and got to the point where we were both very hot. She was wearing a full dress. I reached up under her dress and grabbed hold of her panties. I expected her to resist, but instead she allowed me to pull them down her legs and off her feet. I reached up under her dress again to put my hand on her pussy. I could feel her moist heat and the texture of the hair in her garden. She stood up and said,
“If you’re going to take off my clothes, then I want to take off your clothes too.”
I said, “Okay.”
Eileen started undoing my belt buckle as I stood in front of her, while I started unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled down my pants and underwear in one movement until my pants were crumpled up around my feet. I sat down on the bed to take my shoes off, I could then remove my pants completely. Eileen told me to turn over on my stomach before I could pull my pants all the way off. I was then lying on her bed, on my stomach, with my pants and underwear wrapped around my feet.
SLAP!
“What the fuck!” I yelled. “That’s not a sound, it’s a verb.”
“No,” she shot back, “Look it up in OED. It’s a noun as well. Like in the sound of the water slapping up against the bow of a ship.”
She continued slapping my bare ass with hard whacks of her open hand.
WHACK, WHACK!
“You can call it a verb or a noun you bitch,” I rejoined, “but it hurts like hell.”
“If it’s only a noun,” she said, “you have nothing to complain about. "Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words….”
“Verbs are words too,” I said. “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth is the whack of virgin maiden,” I parried, murdering Shakespeare to get her more riled.
SMACK, SMACK!
She continued slapping my ass without missing a beat, but I couldn’t help reminding her:
“You can smack my ass, and you can smack your lips, but you can’t smack your slap." And with that I turned over and grabbed the hot, hairy slip of the dripping slap between her thighs. My fingers savored her juices, glistening in the dark underbrush growing over her fragrant flippers. Putting my now sticky fingers into my mouth, I smacked my lips in viscous culinary delight.
“You can squeeze my quim all you like baby,” she announced, “but if you don’t mind, I’d prefer to keep slapping your ass for a while longer. It’s music to my ears.”
She continued spanking me really hard for at least several minutes longer. I tried to repress any expression of pain but I finally yelled out, “Ow! Stop!”
She gave me three or four more whacks with her hand and then said to me, “So you like to get spanked?” Then she asked in her run on, ungrammatical vernacular, “Was that good? Was I as good as Michelle?”
I wanted to tell her that I didn’t like being spanked. I said, “It just happened. I didn’t ask to get spanked.”
Eileen told me that it made her feel jealous that someone else had spanked me. She was really angry. She called me a “slut,” and said that she expected me to be faithful to her if I wanted her to be faithful to me. Then she asked me more questions about how Michelle had sucked my cock. I told her that I was just lying there with a soft cock and that Michelle had bent over me and taken it into her mouth.
I was still lying on Eileen’s bed and she was now standing above me, next to the bed. I looked down at my cock and felt embarrassed that it was all soft. Eileen was still wearing her dress although her panties were lying on the floor next to her. She picked up her panties and held them up to my face.
“Does this turn you on?” she asked.
Her panties were exuding the fragrance of her ripe pussy and, as the aroma enveloped my face, I started having an orgasm. I ejaculated all over myself.
Eileen started laughing. I didn’t know whether she was laughing with me or at me. I didn’t know whether she was still angry or whether she was still turned on.
“Eileen,” I asked. “Are you alright?”
She pulled her dress up over her head, revealing her entire naked body. She was beautiful. I loved her full, round, pendulous, heavy breasts. She sat down next to me on the bed again. She started crying.
“You can fuck me if you want to,” she said. “I love you. I don’t want to lose you to some whore.”
I pulled my pants completely off my legs and sat up naked next to her. The scent of her pussy was thick. I started getting turned on again. We kissed and then lay down side by side on her bed. I loved the feel of her breasts against my chest. I wanted to fuck her. I knew that she would let me, but I didn’t know whether she really lusted for me, or if she would only be reluctantly submitting to me.
Then she said, “I kind of liked spanking you. Can I give you a few more whacks?”
I rolled over on my stomach, and felt her warm, moist lips kissing the cheeks of my butt.
SLAP!
I listened to the sound of her whacking my sore but grateful ass, and wondered whether I would tell Michelle and Tony about being spanked by Eileen.
***
At that time, I had a girl friend from college who was my age, and also a virgin. We saw each other two to three times a week, and usually spent part of that time “making out.” I really liked Eileen. Sometimes our “make out” sessions would turn into “heavy petting,” with me “feeling her up” (massaging her naked breasts.) My older brother would often ask me if I had fucked her yet. I would tell him that “she wasn’t that kind of a girl”. My brother would tell me that it was me, and not her who was creating the problem. I remember telling him that it wasn’t a problem and that I liked it just the way it was.
But it became a problem after Tony’s girlfriend Michelle had stripped naked in front of me, spanked me and then sucked me off until I came in her mouth. I compared this event with the innocence of my relationship with Eileen. I had never been totally naked together with Eileen. In fact, the farthest we had gone was when I took her bra completely off, but not her blouse. I have to admit that holding her breasts in my hands, under her blouse, caused me to have an ejaculation.
So that evening, after my episode with Michelle, I told Eileen what had happened. We were at her room in the dorms and her roommate was out of town. We started making out and got to the point where we were both very hot. She was wearing a full dress. I reached up under her dress and grabbed hold of her panties. I expected her to resist, but instead she allowed me to pull them down her legs and off her feet. I reached up under her dress again to put my hand on her pussy. I could feel her moist heat and the texture of the hair in her garden. She stood up and said,
“If you’re going to take off my clothes, then I want to take off your clothes too.”
I said, “Okay.”
Eileen started undoing my belt buckle as I stood in front of her, while I started unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled down my pants and underwear in one movement until my pants were crumpled up around my feet. I sat down on the bed to take my shoes off, I could then remove my pants completely. Eileen told me to turn over on my stomach before I could pull my pants all the way off. I was then lying on her bed, on my stomach, with my pants and underwear wrapped around my feet.
SLAP!
“What the fuck!” I yelled. “That’s not a sound, it’s a verb.”
“No,” she shot back, “Look it up in OED. It’s a noun as well. Like in the sound of the water slapping up against the bow of a ship.”
She continued slapping my bare ass with hard whacks of her open hand.
WHACK, WHACK!
“You can call it a verb or a noun you bitch,” I rejoined, “but it hurts like hell.”
“If it’s only a noun,” she said, “you have nothing to complain about. "Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words….”
“Verbs are words too,” I said. “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth is the whack of virgin maiden,” I parried, murdering Shakespeare to get her more riled.
SMACK, SMACK!
She continued slapping my ass without missing a beat, but I couldn’t help reminding her:
“You can smack my ass, and you can smack your lips, but you can’t smack your slap." And with that I turned over and grabbed the hot, hairy slip of the dripping slap between her thighs. My fingers savored her juices, glistening in the dark underbrush growing over her fragrant flippers. Putting my now sticky fingers into my mouth, I smacked my lips in viscous culinary delight.
“You can squeeze my quim all you like baby,” she announced, “but if you don’t mind, I’d prefer to keep slapping your ass for a while longer. It’s music to my ears.”
She continued spanking me really hard for at least several minutes longer. I tried to repress any expression of pain but I finally yelled out, “Ow! Stop!”
She gave me three or four more whacks with her hand and then said to me, “So you like to get spanked?” Then she asked in her run on, ungrammatical vernacular, “Was that good? Was I as good as Michelle?”
I wanted to tell her that I didn’t like being spanked. I said, “It just happened. I didn’t ask to get spanked.”
Eileen told me that it made her feel jealous that someone else had spanked me. She was really angry. She called me a “slut,” and said that she expected me to be faithful to her if I wanted her to be faithful to me. Then she asked me more questions about how Michelle had sucked my cock. I told her that I was just lying there with a soft cock and that Michelle had bent over me and taken it into her mouth.
I was still lying on Eileen’s bed and she was now standing above me, next to the bed. I looked down at my cock and felt embarrassed that it was all soft. Eileen was still wearing her dress although her panties were lying on the floor next to her. She picked up her panties and held them up to my face.
“Does this turn you on?” she asked.
Her panties were exuding the fragrance of her ripe pussy and, as the aroma enveloped my face, I started having an orgasm. I ejaculated all over myself.
Eileen started laughing. I didn’t know whether she was laughing with me or at me. I didn’t know whether she was still angry or whether she was still turned on.
“Eileen,” I asked. “Are you alright?”
She pulled her dress up over her head, revealing her entire naked body. She was beautiful. I loved her full, round, pendulous, heavy breasts. She sat down next to me on the bed again. She started crying.
“You can fuck me if you want to,” she said. “I love you. I don’t want to lose you to some whore.”
I pulled my pants completely off my legs and sat up naked next to her. The scent of her pussy was thick. I started getting turned on again. We kissed and then lay down side by side on her bed. I loved the feel of her breasts against my chest. I wanted to fuck her. I knew that she would let me, but I didn’t know whether she really lusted for me, or if she would only be reluctantly submitting to me.
Then she said, “I kind of liked spanking you. Can I give you a few more whacks?”
I rolled over on my stomach, and felt her warm, moist lips kissing the cheeks of my butt.
SLAP!
I listened to the sound of her whacking my sore but grateful ass, and wondered whether I would tell Michelle and Tony about being spanked by Eileen.
***
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