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That just left Tina, Tina was an oddball, even to the geeky oddballs. Here was an almost entirely asexual being; everybody realised that. She didn’t lust after the football team (even Mary did that and she wouldn’t have let them even see her bra straps), she didn’t lust after Miss Havers – young, very pretty teacher who had been the first in their town to have a same sex marriage. She didn’t lust; until now.
She had never told anyone, but she had frigged herself once, masturbated three times and that was it. She wasn’t interested in sex. She was interested in string theory, she was interested in whether dinosaurs had feathers, she was interested in the Collatz Problem, she was really interested in that. She had books on it and exercise books filled with trying to solve it. She was convinced that Yale was where she was destined to go and she was going to win the Fields Medal. She was ambitious, and not interested in sex.
But this bet had derailed her. That’s how she saw it. She wasn’t focusing anymore, she was wondering what ‘he’ would be like in bed, what that actor would be like fucking her, what (God help her) Mr Pierce would be like deeply buried inside her little cunt. She looked at this all and realised the solution: a weekend of rampant, uninhibited, anything-goes sex. Find out what reverse cowgirl is like, what 69 is like; hell, yes, even what anal is like. She decided that over a single weekend there had to be some limit, so she felt that she’d only do one-on-one. She didn’t fancy double entry. She’d seen that on YouPorn and thought it looked gross, couldn’t imagine it was as fun as the girl moaning in the middle made out. The next one she saw, she was convinced was really, really not enjoying it, and she looked about fifteen! She’d had nightmares about that after.
So, yes, that’s why she was insisting. She knew Marcus would have happily taken her behind the bike sheds or somewhere; but her neat, logical mind had concluded that John was experience, and Woody would be by then end. No matter who won, she’d make sure they rattled her cage until her teeth shook. Then she’d be over it and back on the meaning of life – math.
She did what she always did; she took control. She booked a room in a holiday centre in the next town – room, shower and small kitchen. She bought enough food for the weekend and she ‘suggested’ to Woody that she’d drive them over there. So far, so good.
“Take control” said Mandy, when she heard “If she really wants to ‘try everything’ then take her at her word and let her find out what being dominated is like. She’s a bossy cow.” Mandy was intimidated by Tina, actually most people, including the teachers, were. She was phenomenally intelligent and if she had been asked to play the chess game the odds are she would have had all eight enemy pawns to play with and have won the game in half the time. Her one chink in the armour of her superior intelligence was sensitivity about her boyish shape; she had narrow hips, very small breasts and (not that many people saw) virtually no visible genital shape between her legs. Her labia were small to non-existent and her clitoris was tiny. Now it was coming to it, she was nervous about Woody seeing her; she decided she’d insist on getting into bed and doing everything in the dark.
Woody steeled himself as they drove over to chalet 23, Wuthering Heights Holiday Homes. He carried both their bags in (not so feminist as to refuse to let him carry her bag, he noticed). He dropped them in the kitchen and advanced on Tina, as she turned to look at him, she saw the determined look on his face “I am gonna fuck you silly! I can’t wait any longer!” Actually that was partially true, he was enjoying this new found sex on tap existence. His pecker was becoming more and more ready for action. Like now, he’d found it impossible to avoid an erection as they travelled over. Tina backed away, this wasn’t how she’d planned it. Woody nearly hesitated, then shrugged, grabbed her round the waist and pulled her in. Kissed and cuddled and then whupp! He pulled her top up over her head. Her bust was as small as he’d expected, he wasn’t disappointed, he’d realised she barely had anything to add a padded bra to. She tried to push him away, but he kept hold and, for the first time in his short career as lothario, undid her bra with one hand. Her small mounds didn’t flop out, they probably didn’t need a bra. She was seventeen and still didn’t need a bra! He pushed her onto the bed and enveloped her left breast in his mouth (it virtually disappeared) and wrapped his tongue around her small nipple. He made sure to make appreciative noises – but not too much, she wasn’t stupid.
Lying on top of her small body, even Woody could hold her down. She realised later that she might have been squished under John Jones. Woody’s hand slipped down her body and pushed under her jeans. “Hehhmmm” she objected, and he ignored her. Then he slid down, undid her jeans and pulled them to her knees, she tried to move but he held her legs. He pulled her panties down and dove into a small and nearly hairless groin.
“Wooaaa!” she exclaimed as his tongue began to do its work. She was small, even his tongue showed that. Woody wondered if even he’d be too big for her, and then got excited at the prospect. He licked her, her pulled her lips open slightly roughly. He was determined to be ‘the man’. He pushed in his tongue and slapped around in her tiny vagina and slit. He couldn’t see where her clitoris was; it was fully erect and still virtually invisible. He flicked and licked where he thought it should be and pushed a finger into her bottom – which was also tight.
He briefly looked up and said “You wanted everything, you’re going to get it. So am I!” Oh fuck! He was going to bugger her, he’d all but said that. She’d kind of thought about it, but had expected to back away later. If he carried on in control, she wouldn’t have that option.
His tongue slid over her tiny pimple and she jumped with surprise. Now he knew where it was. It still took a while, but eventually she hit climax and found it was good being licked to ecstasy. But he didn’t stop.
She was damper, wetter now, but still very small. Not only naturally small, but her first time. He moved up, still half clothed, and fingered her open a little “Ahh!” and then pushed in “Arrrh!”
“Oh, yes, that’s lovely. Don’t wriggle! Then I can concentrate on not coming in to fast” He’d learnt well, and she was doing as she was told! He edged in rather than sprinted. She felt like she was being raped by a hippo; but part of her brain was saying ‘you wanted exactly this, you wanted to drive a man wild with desire. Okay, it’s only Woody, but John would have split you in half!’
Once inside, with his balls slapping her, he got more excited and let himself go. She was appalled at how uncomfortable it was and delighted that a boy’s cock was taking her virginity. She knew there would be more to come, she’d booked this place for a weekend and told him they would be rutting the whole time – why had she said that! Now she’d have to keep up her side or be a washout. She never backed off. He came inside her with the traditional animal grunts and groans.
Then he remembered what he’d told himself to do. He pulled out, pushed in two fingers and brought them out sticky and glistening and told her to open her mouth. She did as she was told thinking he was to kiss her again, and realised, too late, it was so those sticky fingers could invade her mouth with semen and ‘stuff’. She was lying on her back on the bed, she couldn’t pull back.
“Later I’ll let you suck me off” he said, like it was a real honour. He was enjoying himself. Actually, to her surprise, she thought she was too. When she was mixing with throbbing brainiacs in Yale, she’d have something they probably wouldn’t have; a memory of raucous and disgusting bodily fluid exchanges. “Fancy a coffee?”
“Oh, yes, that would be nice” she replied
“Make me one too would you?” Really? Was he actually telling her to go and make him a coffee? And was she getting up and going to do it? What was happening? Where was her independent spirit? Is this what sex did to you? Turn you into an obedient housewife to get a bit more? He shrugged, after this weekend it was back on the wagon for her. She reached for her clothes and then realised she needed to wash herself first, to stop leaking. “No, stay as you are, yes, as you are, naked and lovely, leaking and bubbly. I want to see you lovely little naked butt in the kitchen”
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