Rina Strelnicov a Toby Wakefield story Chapter 10
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Rina lay naked on the bed she had never shared with her husband. It was part of the modern furniture they had bought for their new home in Burling Hills, Ohio. Sergei died in a traffic accident six months before they moved in. She had gone through her grieving period and had recently realized she wanted to feel like a desired woman again. She was edgy about getting back into the dating scene again and was working through the discomfort of finding a candidate with whom to go to bed. Having delighted so much in the joys of sex with Sergei, the itch was needing to be scratched again. She was not yet ready for a long-term commitment but was considering how she could just make it happen in unplanned episodes.
With a soft chuckle, she eyed the nude fifteen-year-old boy who was lying on his back beside her. She scanned his middle where his nine-inch erection was jutting at a 60% slant to his belly, marveling as it quivered with each beat of his heart. Feeling like she was in a warm fog she still felt the tingling nerve endings of her vagina which had been overstretched by this boy’s surprising bulk then coated with his slippery, soothing sperm. What fifteen-year-old kid can be built like this, she thought as she eyed the bulk of his even limp penis and be able to keep it hard for so long?
She remembered how offended she was when Sister Natalie joked about a relationship with the teenager working for her at St. Bart’s. Her experience with the Mother Superior’s superior logic though always proved to have serious merit. Her theories were rarely wrong. After having just experienced the wonderous capabilities this amazing young man exhibited in bed she realized the sense it made. Not yet wanting to play the field and get serious with another man she saw how easily an involvement with such an accommodating young person could keep her horns clipped in the interim It was hard for her not to break out laughing as she considered the gift lying right beside her—this fifteen-year-old youth who in three years would turn eighteen and probably be off college could make the next few years quite interesting.
Replaying the tape of how silly she felt when she invited him for coffee, she recalled how been impressed with this Toby Wakefield’s unexpected maturity. Then doing something so inappropriate later in the day she beckoned this young man into her yard and enticed him onto the patio where she seduced him with a blowjob. While riding his cock she tried to rid herself of the two-year itch which had been haunting her pussy. The giggle coming out of her mouth was like that of a ten-year-old child, generated by thoughts of what the short-term future could mean for her. Playfully slapping the boy’s pranging erection, she joyously mused, “He-he-he big boy, you are deep in thought. Snap out of it, it’s time to play.”
My time with Sister Natalie caused me to develop a quick wit which made her refer to me as ‘My naughty, funny boy.’ As I flinched when Rina slapped my regenerated boner what came out of my mouth was, “My deep thoughts have to do with my eagerness to sink this pecker of mine inside your beautiful pussy Rina.” At the behest of Sister Natalie, the amazing comfort level I felt with Rina Strelnicov. She had just seduced me, and it felt so natural. The sexual immersion that had become such a large part of me constantly made my ego larger than life. But for a boy my age, any age for that matter, I had a lot going for me. I knew I had to be careful though and not become arrogant because of my good fortune.
There were lots of lies among my peers about “getting pussy,” lies that would increase exponentially during the early years of our lives. But I knew about pussy while my friends merely talked about it. For most kids, my age getting any pussy was no small accomplishment. The pussy I was getting was because I had been in the right place at the right time and had met the perfect person (Sister Natalie) to take me on as a student. If I had been a young Indian brave “counting coup,” I would have already had eight scalps to my credit, only counting the first experience with each one. In little more than a year, I would have close to thirty of these probing adventures. “Out of the question,” you say? “Impossible?” Not so. I had done it often enough and in many places. But the one thing I could not claim, until that moment with Rina Strelnicov, was “getting pussy” in a comfortable double bed ... a luxuriously, comfortable double bed!
Sitting up on the edge of that bed Rina clutched my cock. She leaned down and stroked my cock a few times until a bead of precum gathered in the slit. Touching the slit with the tip of her tongue she artfully stretched a gossamer thread of clear emollient between my knob and the tip of her tongue. “You taste SO sweet my precious boy,” she said.
I was readying myself to fuck her in wild abandon, but Rina seemed intent upon making a ritual out of what we were doing. She must have been so happy to be having sex again that she was like a little girl playing with dolls. Just as she had done on the patio, she kissed it and hugged it to her cheek, and asked me, “Do you have a name for your penis Toby?”
A name? I thought, who would give their pecker a name? “Nah,” I said feeling silly. “I just call it a pecker, or a cock or my peter.” But what did I know?
She laughed while studying it and said, “I think we should give this big fella a name. Hmm, let’s call him ... M a g n us.”
I laughed and said, “Ya think?”
“Yes,” she said, “Magnus means large. Don’t you think YOU’RE large?”
I thought about the guys in the showers at school and the YMCA and didn’t know why I was embarrassed. Those guys had dubbed me “TC.” “I guess so,” I said.
“We’ll Toby,” she said, I think you’re a LOT larger.” With a triumphant smile, she added, “I’ll christen Magnus for us.”
Gathering saliva in her mouth she held my cock straight up and dribbled her saliva on my knob saying, “I Irina Strelnicov christen thee Magnus Wakefield.” She laughed as she took my cock inside her mouth and fluttered her tongue wildly in the groove on the bottom of my glans, then held it to her cheek again and said, “Oh how I love you, Magnus, I love, love, LOVE you.”
Her breasts were certainly larger than Sister Natalie’s, nicely rounded with inviting cleavage. She was on her feet between my legs when she lifted each breast in the palm of her hands, presenting them to me as she said, “Do you like my boobies, Toby?”
With my eyes magnetized to them, I said, “Yes,” I had heard them called tits, titties, and breasts but I had never heard the word “boobies” before.
“Do you think Toby that Magnus would like to play in Rina’s boobies?”
The only breast play I had done was fondling them and pinching the nipples the way that Sister Natalie had taught me. I had kissed and suckled nipples but had no idea how my cock could be involved with them. “I know he would love you,” I said, having a challenging time not calling Magnus “it.”
“Let’s just see how Magnus likes my boobies, Toby.” She crouched, bent lower, and pressed her chest against my dick then pressed her breasts together with her hands, sandwiching my cock between them.
“OOH,” she cooed, “Magnus feels GOOD between my boobies Toby. He likes them.” Then with a devilish look in her eyes, she said, “Rina’s boobies like Magnus and I think Magnus likes Rina’s boobies.” With a twinkle in her eyes, she went on, “You know what Toby? Why don’t you let Magnus fuck Rina’s tits?”
Her body started moving like a sensuous dancer as she held her breasts tightly over my penis. I never considered that some sophisticated adults would be doing this in the privacy of their rooms, holding a penis between their breasts (titty fucking as I would learn later in life). It was novel, exciting, and lasciviously fun, silly in the way this grown woman was carrying on. But she had given me permission for a new kind of silliness. We were both turned on as we laughed and giggled at our outrageous behavior. For a kid, my age I was being given insight into what open-minded adult couples might do in pursuit of kinky sex.
“Sergei loved fucking Rina’s tits, Toby.” She announced, shaking her arms and shoulders as if she were experiencing an orgasm. I noticed since we had started playing with her breasts as if they were a pussy, she was referring to herself in the third person. “Rina loved it, when he came on her chin, shooting his white, gooey, slippery cum that dripped off naughty Rina’s chinny, chin, chin te-he-he.” It was as if she was using descriptive words for emphasis in a different, impish kind of voice. The gleam in her eyes—and expectant, maniacal gleam—made me think this might have been a game between her and her husband, or something taboo. And when she said, “Do you want to fuck Rina’s tits and come on her chinny, chin, chin?” I felt weird. But it excited me.”
Nodding acceptance, I grasped her shoulders for leverage and started fucking her breasts faster.
“Say it, Toby. Say ‘I want to fuck Rina’s tits and come on her chinny, chin, chin.’”
Feeling stupid I repeated what she said.
“NO Toby, say it as I said it.”
I repeated what she said as closely as I could.
“YES TOBY. Now fuck them and glaze my chin with your sex cream and make Rina’s face a dessert.”
With no idea of what kind of dessert, she was talking about I humped my cock as fast as I could, my balls dragging against her chest until I cried out, “I ... I ... I’m gonna CUM Rina.”
“Yes, yes, do it, DO it,” she said with her eyes tightly shut and her teeth clenched.
I know she liked me to make lots of noise when I did it, trying to do it as she suggested, “Ung, ung, ung, AHHHHHH.”
My first shot seemed like it was a half-pint, my second, most of what was left. It seemed like drops of sperm fell from her chin in a comic book-sized teardrop. It was like she had exerted herself to near exhaustion. But she was still holding her breasts together as my cock slithered from her now slippery tits. Her chest was red as she heaved and gasped for breath, desperately clutching my butt, holding me more tightly to her. When she recovered her breath she said, “Sergei did this to me when we first made love. I was still in the convent at the time.”
CONVENT? I suddenly remembered Sister Natalie telling me how she had first met Rina at the convent in Baltimore.
“It felt so strange and wicked at the time,” she said, “so far ago in my past. I was shocked when he did it and hoped it would never happen again. But” she chuckled, “I grew to like it then LOVED it.”
“But dessert?” I said. I thought it had been a strange word when she first said it.
“Yes, Sergei told me that making love to me was like a fine feast, and at the end of every feast is dessert and coffee. He said that having his penis between my breasts and shooting sperm on my neck and chin was like dessert.” She chuckled. “I told him he was like the Big Bad Wolf in the Three Little Pigs. What he was suggesting was like blowing their houses down. I said I didn’t want him to do it ... that it disgusted me and that he couldn’t do it... ‘ not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin. Te-he.”
“What did he say?”
“He didn’t say anything. We were naked on his therapy couch. He just took over and raped my breasts, holding them tightly together and fucking them despite what I said. When he came, he spurted mostly under my chin and neck but got lots of sperm between my breasts. He kept fucking my tits and though I did not care for him doing it without any lotion-like substance to make it smooth and slippery, I was loving the way he slid it between them, through his cum. And when finished, he said, ‘And now I’m going to lick your chinny, chin, chin clean and kiss your lips with it. Then, ‘while I won’t blow your house down you will blow me and build my house up so I can fuck you again heh, heh, heh.”
“Wow,” I said as I thought, how strange is THAT? then asked, ”What did you think?”
“Strange as it may seem, Toby, I loved Sergei taking command of me like that and showing me there is more to sex than copulating, cunnilingus, and sucking cock. It was the beginning of kinky sex for me. And te-he, I would love it if you could enjoy it as well.”
Going back to the third person she said, “Rina loves Magnus between her tits Toby, she loves your sperm on her tits, neck, and chin and wants you to lick your seed from those places and share your dessert with her?”
“But we shouldn’t have our dessert before our main meal,” I said.
And with a giggle, she said, “Get busy, young man. This is MY dinner party, and we’ll do it in reverse if I say so.”
My epiphany in performing oral sex for a woman was when Sister Natalie explained “c-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s” to me, and I ate her pussy for the first time. I thought I would gag but ended up loving it. So, it was with Rina’s version of kink, I knew I wouldn’t like it but was just as surprised when it had to do with me lapping up my sperm. I would learn more over the next three years ... and loved everything we did together.
We lay on the bed for a while just being quiet which I liked. After all the sex I had over the last couple of years, in offices, nun’s stark cells, breakroom cots, and on the mossy ground of outdoor glades, this was such a luxurious, restful experience for me. I would experience more in cars on both warm and cold nights with transitory girls. But there at that moment, I felt like I was in a warm miasma.
As our warm, naked bodies touched she said in a soothing, almost hypnotic voice, “I am so happy you are here Toby. There are so many things I want to show you ... but we will have time for all of that as we get to know each other better.” I wanted it and she wanted it. She told me she had not shared her new bed with any male. I wondered why she specified “male” which brought the image of Sister Natalie’s chicks in her nun coop.
Rina said, “I served with Sister Natalie in the same convent in Baltimore.”
I understood the highly sexed Sister Natalie would never hesitate to pick a cherry as delicious as Rina who lived just a stone’s throw away ... with a classy new bed. Now though, as a new partner with a new woman in a new place, I awaited Rina’s signal which had to be coming soon.
“I want your cock inside me Toby ... in my new bed.”
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