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Robert was the special guy I met my freshman year in college. He was a senior and I found it exciting that someone that much older was interested in me. At first it was just friendship as he kind of mentored me in my accounting major. Honestly, I didn’t need much help but took it to get his attention.

Robert asked me out on a Friday two weeks after classes started. We went out to dinner and a movie. At the end of the date he kissed me goodnight before I took the elevator up to my dorm room. Yes, my panties were a little damp.

During the week I would join Robert for lunch and dinner most days and the following weekend he asked me to go ice skating with him. It was a double date with a friend of his and girlfriend. I had ice skated a little in high school and enjoyed having him to skate with. He kissed me a few times at the ice rink. After skating we returned to his row house and kissed while watching tv. I was not really used to college hours and was still back in my room at midnight.

It was during the following week that Robert’s hand first found it way inside my bra. Two nights later I was wearing a skirt and his hand went up my leg and started to stroke me through my panties. I climaxed my first time with Robert that evening.

Even when I got on Robert’s lap so I could feel his penis against my clitoris, he was never interested in dry humping like I had done with Jason the year before. He would lay me on my back and undo my blouse but he just stroked me through my panties.

Then one night he undid his pants and I got to see his penis for the first time. It was what I would call average size, about 6 inches, circumcised and oozing a drop of pre-cum. He told me to take it in my mouth and as I did he put his hand inside my panties. His finger inside my vagina was a new pendik escort bayan and delightful feeling. I climaxed just before he did. I loved the taste of his semen and had no trouble swallowing it.

Right at the end of October we went to a party at the house of a friend of his. Of course the theme was Halloween and I was dressed as Dorothy in a somewhat short gingham dress and red pumps. Robert was the Scarecrow. Actually, my dress was not all that short for a college girl, but I had enough wine that I know my white panties were exposed a few times.

I was getting more sober again as we headed back to his room. We took off our shoes, settled on his bed and began making out. Soon his pants were off and I decided I wanted to feel him against me so I got on top of him so I could feel his penis rubbing my clitoris through my panties. I could also feel it pushing my panties between my labia. The feeling was wonderful.

So, when Robert reached under my dress and started to pull my panties down, I did not resist. Right after that he unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head and then undid my bra. I helped him get his shirt off and then we were naked together for the first time.

I was on my back and Robert was half on top of me, his hard penis against my thigh. Then as we kissed he moved on top of me and I spread my legs in order to feel closer to him. Still, when he put his penis at the opening of my vagina I got scared and asked him to move higher. He complied for a while but the truth was, I felt like I wanted to be closer to him.

I was rocking my hips under Robert and he slid lower again. This time I did not resist as his penis began to go between my inner labia and then to that tight spot that marks the beginning of my most intimate şişli escort bayan zone. As his penis went deep inside me I felt a little pain of stretching and I remember thinking, “This is it, I am no longer a virgin.”

That Robert was experienced was obvious as he slowly and gently made love to me. I had heard so many other girls talk about how disappointing their first time was, but the feelings I was feeling were not disappointing at all. Suddenly that tension built up to the point of no return and I found myself having my best climax ever. Robert held still deep within me as my vaginal muscles pulsed around him. I was amazed at how good a climax felt while making love. Shortly after that, Robert began to move in and out of me again until suddenly he pushed deep inside me and with a groan filled me with his semen. While it didn’t feel quite as fantastic as my climax, I was amazed at how good the pulsing of his penis inside me felt.

After that we just lay together for a while as he gently kissed me. Every so often his penis would give a little twitch inside me and I would have a little mini orgasm in response.

I knew I was in love, but all good feelings have to end and when he finally pulled out I decided I needed to get dressed and return to my dorm room. As Robert pulled out, it seemed like a huge amount of semen came out of me. He wanted me to leave my panties, but I was not willing to do that. Having the cold wind against my very sensitive girl parts did not sound very fun and I was worried about his semen still dripping out.

It was 1:30 when I got back to my room and my roommate, Sarah, was there. She commented on how late I was and when I blushed, she said, “Oh wait, you did it, didn’t you?” We had some girl talk, hugged and then I went to tuzla escort bayan take a shower.

Needless to say, I spent a lot of time with Robert after that night, often going to his room to do homework and making love with him every chance we got.

Thanksgiving was hard. Robert flew home to Massachusetts and I went home for the first time since going to college. I felt like a completely different person at home. Everything was so strange after being away for what seemed so long. It didn’t help any that I missed Robert terribly and only got to talk to him on the phone once. Still, I enjoyed reconnecting with my two best high school girl friends and sharing secrets. They were excited when I told them about Robert. Both were still virgins at that point, although Diane lost her virginity before Christmas and Sue the next March.

Back at school for the last three weeks of the semester was wonderful for me as Robert and I got to spend so much time together. Finals were almost a breeze and Robert and I spent the whole night together the final day of school, making love four times between dinner and when I drove him to the airport the next day.

Christmas break was pretty lonely. Robert called me every third or fourth day and I got to tell him how much I missed him and hear how much he missed me. I wanted to call him Christmas day, but my mother was adamant that girls do not call boys.

To my delight, Robert came back for school four days early and flew into Seattle. Our school was in Portland. I had his car and met him at the airport, then we drove to my parent’s house. I was so proud to introduce Robert to my family. I was also annoyed as my little sister (four years younger than me) flirted with him. My brother just acted immature.

Needless to say, each night I snuck down to the guest room and we made love. I also had sex in a car for the first time when we went out on a date and parked in a lonely corner at the mall.

We drove back to Portland for the start of my second semester of college and I settled in as an experienced college girl.

to be continued…..

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You decide you’re going to go for smart, but casual. You also learned a long time ago that I really don’t see the point in expensive cosmetics and that, perhaps more significantly, I really like you as you are. The long dress will cover you without being too revealing. Later on you might think about wandering around without much on for my benefit, but you’re not going to wander round looking like a tart in public.

You hesitate, considering whether to leave your knickers off, and then go for a pair you bought specially, out of town, when you were pretty sure nobody you knew was around, then add the matching bra, tucking firm breasts, nipples already sensitive with anticipation, into their cups, the fabric leaving little to the imagination.

You check in the mirror, running your hands over what are almost half spheres. You can see the tips. It must be possible to see your pussy, even sexual folds, through your knickers. You smile to yourself, feeling sexy. I mentioned something about black lace weeks ago, and it stuck in your mind. The flowing dress goes on, and you struggle briefly with the zip behind your back. You go for smart but laceless shoes. You don’t own high heels, and boots don’t feel quite right.

I’ve invited you round for dinner. You know, from experience, that I enjoy a nice restaurant, which never means the pizza option that you have got used to at university, and is more often than not something spicy and exotic, but also that I’m more than competent in the kitchen.

You’ve also experienced me coming and picking you up. You’re not sure what to make of this. In some ways it feels quite old-fashioned, a quaint attitude in a man who’s only a few years older than you. In some ways it feels quite good. You’ve decided it’s not about me not wanting you wandering around on your own. You’re more than capable of looking after yourself, and I know it. Still, you’re going to make your own way.

The air around my place smells, not atypically, like an Indian restaurant, and you know I’ve been plundering recipes from the cookery books I sent home to myself from Dehradun, books that need a basic grasp of transliterated Hindi to follow. You’ve seen my bookshelves, and know there are others from cuisines originating all over the world, some from countries I’ve been, others from places I’ve yet to visit and that, perhaps, if things go well, you might explore with me.

You’ve come to appreciate my culinary world tours, and know I can equal, if not beat, most of Edinburgh’s takeaways, and not a few restaurants, although we’ve visited a couple where I admit their trained chef trumps my practice. I can do better than the usual Indian food modified for Europeans found in most takeaways, but I still can’t make a decent dosa. You’re about on time. You couldn’t have made it much earlier, and if I say dinner at 7, I mean be there before 7:15 or risk food not being at its best.

You let yourself in, knowing you’re the only person in my life permitted to do this, leaving your shoes by the door. Six weeks after our first kiss, you know I’m interested in you as a person. You know I find you hot and sexy, and I’m not the only man around who feels that way, but I’m still around long after most men would have quit when you didn’t jump straight into bed with them. It isn’t, you are clear in yourself, some sort of test: it’s about finding the right guy.

One bloke, who you had high hopes for — for less than a week — gave up amid some nasty commentary about your sex drive. As far as you know, that is healthy, but there’s a healthy libido and there’s letting the wrong guy into your knickers. I’ve made no secret of wanting more than kisses and fondling on the sofa, and you’ve felt, sometimes by accident, sometimes not, my arousal from the closeness of your body. On the other hand, you’re shy, which you admit quite happily, and want intimacy as well as sex.

The kitchen is hot. All four rings on the stove are on, and I’m making roti, a wooden spatula in one hand, a damp teacloth on the chopping board. The tava is hot, and you guess the other three pans will contain dhal, probably heavy on the garlic and chillies, and one sabji or another, which might include vegetables you can get in any supermarket, or might not. I’m not afraid of odd green things with no common English name, and will happily wander into any of half a dozen greengrocers and transact business in my elementary Hindi or Urdu. I’ve been asked a few times if I’ve known what to do with an odd vegetable. My preferred response is to ask if I look like a gora. The correct answer to this is that yes, I do, but they don’t know I learned most of my Indian cookery skills in domestic kitchens and watching practised experts across the subcontinent.

Maybe I’m just as adventurous in bed.

An almost perfectly circular thin round of dough goes on the tava, and I claim my first kiss of the evening, one hand going round your back to stroke gently. A warm shiver goes down your kartal escort bayan spine, and you relax into me, giving me a full embrace. I’m trying not to get flour on your dress. You ask if you can help, knowing the answer. You’re welcome in my house, but I’m territorial about the kitchen. You’ve helped me cook on more than one occasion, and you know where to find coffee but, if I’ve started, I’ll finish. .

I break, and flip the roti. I leave it a few seconds, then begin to press it gently around the edges with the damp cloth. It puffs like a poori in hot oil and I remove it carefully with my fingers, tossing it onto a plate in a slightly warmed oven. I learned this from watching guys who do this all day every day on the streets of every town in India. I’ve tried to teach you how it’s done, and you’re getting there. You perch on a stool near the stove, wanting to keep me company, feeling warm and cosy just in my presence.

It doesn’t take long before dinner is ready. Four more roti take under two minutes each, and I whip up a tarka for the dhal in under five more It looks like I’m going to be eating leftovers for a couple of days, but dhal improves with age, and you know I’m happy enough going through last night’s dinner for lunch. Finally, I fry two papad each, served with spiced onions and sweet chutney.

I wash my hands carefully. I’ve made you giggle a few times when I’ve told you about forgetting to wash my hands after chopping chillies.

I learned Indian cookery skills from people with a lifetime of practice serving food on the streets of India and in ordinary kitchens belonging to the mothers, and grandmothers, of friends from Pune to Kolkata, but I serve you like a Mughal princess, from warmed copper dishes. Indian pickle is an acquired taste, but one you’ve come to appreciate, and you serve yourself from little metal bowls on the table. I’ve made a jug of proper mango lassi, which is just as well, as I meant it when I put chillies in the dhal. The pickle bites as well.

We eat Indian-style, one handed, without cutlery. This isn’t Indian food as most Europeans know it, from a supermarket or the similar bland approximations that come from most Indian (or, more usually, Bangladeshi or Pakistani) restaurants in most towns across the UK.. This is Indian food as northern Indians know it, and the intimate connection with food that comes from eating with your right hand brings your mind to the intimate connection you’re increasingly considering with me. A warmth in your belly and a dampening in your groin grow as you consider that tonight might be it.

Our previous attentions to each other, usually on a sofa, once on your bed, have left you aroused, even wet and, once alone, you’ve brought yourself to a climax on many occasions. You suspect I might have done the same, thinking about you as you’ve been thinking about me. You again wonder what that shaft that you’ve sometimes brushed, sometimes enjoyed pressing against you through several layers of fabric, will actually feel like as it penetrates your body.

You bring yourself back to the present. I asked you something, and you try to cover it, but guessing, rightly, that I know that the flush to your skin didn’t come from my cooking. It’s hot, but hot is fine. Hot is what you feel between your legs. Hot and damp.

I clear the table, then bring two bowls of warm water and two small hand towels. You wash your right hand, then dry it, and I withdraw again, returning with a small bowl of sweets. It’s not halwa, but you guess there are pistachios and sugar involved somewhere. It comes in flaky layers, and clears your palate. We finish with an orange each.

We adjourn to my lounge settee, and I turn some music on. My musical tastes are as eclectic as my library, world collections plundered, classic rock going back to the golden ages of Floyd, Zep, and Deep Purple, and true Classical music, preferably with a full orchestra. I wouldn’t listen to modern pop any more than I’d eat out of a burger joint or read a tabloid paper. I’m not rich, and you know I rent this place, but you don’t have to be rich to be refined. Rich doesn’t particularly interest you, but you know I have personal standards. You’re still not sure if you meet those standards, or even if that is part of my thinking. You know that my judgements of people, and I do make them, tend to be complicated.

We have, in short, some things in common. You learned on scouring my bookshelves that we have a lot more than that to share. I also know how to make decent conversation.

I settle next to you, and you snuggle, inviting my arm around you. I oblige, and you press close. You lean in for a kiss, and thank me for dinner. Your place as soon as your flatmates are gone for the weekend. You look at me hesitantly, then decide to let the rest of the evening go where it takes you. You reach to take my spectacles off, and put them carefully on the coffee table. I’m very short sighted, bayrampaşa escort bayan and have been since childhood, but you don’t plan for me to be looking very far away for the rest of the night. You stop, consider, and take charge. You rise. A side light is turned on. The main light is turned off. You close the curtains, and return to my arms. Your heart is pounding, and your belly is getting warmer and warmer. Those lacy knickers are getting wet.

For a long while we stroke and touch. I untie your hair. I know I can go as far as fondling your breasts and stroking your thighs. Both of us enjoy this but, until tonight, there has been a limit. This limit involves keeping most of our clothes on. You know that I’m sexually much more experienced than you are and suspect I find this frustrating. I’ve also respected your boundaries and this, ultimately, is what made you sure that, even if I’m not Mr Right, it’s time for you to explore more of what it means to be a woman, and I’m the man to help you do that. If it leads to more, well, you’ll take that as it comes.

Every thought seems to lead you back to sex.

Tonight I gently run my fingers through your hair. It stimulates your scalp, and my gentle touching relaxes you. My fingertips trace the contours of your face. It doesn’t quite tickle, and you attempt to playfully kiss a fingertip as it runs the length of your lips. I move to kiss you instead, my tongue replacing my finger, circling your lips, then slipping inside. You hold me close, feeling the solidity of my body, your hands sensing the strength behind shoulders accustomed to a rucksack that most people think is heavy.

It is solid muscle. There is real power there, power that will swing a hiking pack or fifteen litres of juice, plus the rest of my shopping, onto my back, after first checking for granny standing behind me but, tonight, I seem to be keeping that in check without thinking about it. Tonight is about open hands, fingers, their tips, my lips, my tongue. It feels good in your mouth, and you wonder what it will feel like kissing the parts of your body you have, so far, not allowed me to touch. The wetness between your thighs grows further. It really is time you let me do that.

Sensing your willingness, my roaming hands slip lower, stroking your neck. You have made it perfectly clear in the past that you enjoy this, and know that your hands rubbing my neck can turn me into a pile of jelly. You like having this power over me, and gain confidence from the fact that I will let you do it. You purr like a contented cat. I move on, over your shoulders, and I run my hands over your back just as you are exploring mine. You are sure your body is more delicate than mine, and hope I am enjoying it. With growing confidence you find me moving to the front of your body, my hands stroking the outer edge of your breasts. Even through fabric, this feels very good indeed. I follow the curves, stroking, rather than fondling, although I am welcome to do that.

We break our kissing, and you smile at me. Each of my hands is now holding a breast. I must be able to feel the hardened nipples, as I use a fingertip to circle each areole.

Right now, you are not sure who is seducing whom.

My hands drop lower. I explore your lower abdomen, and you want my hands lower still, but I take them away, returning to your face, and following the contours of your smile. We kiss again, and you lean into me, offering yourself, clasping me against you. You feel my breathing, deep, excited, but controlled.

You want to touch me. One hand moves to my upper thigh. You are not touching my cock, but know you are not too far from it. I smile at you, encouraging you. You lick your lips nervously, and feel the line of my thigh towards my groin. My hands drop again. One moves to stroke a breast. The other traces a flank and follows a thigh to your knee. I look at you, showing some uncertainty. Tonight you are pushing things further than we’ve usually gone. You want me to touch. You want me to feel. My hand strokes an inner thigh, heading for the wet warmth where it joins the rest of your body, then over, learning more about your body’s contours.

Closing the curtains was meant to be a hint but, with one of my hands caressing a breast and the other stroking a thigh, you decide that it’s time to move things forward. You break our latest kiss, and deliberately rub one hand briefly over the swelling in my trousers, gaining a moan of approval. For you, this is bold. Both hands then move to my top shirt button. You look at me for permission then, at my encouraging nod, begin to work your way down. Eventually you pull my shirt tails out of my trousers and push the shirt backwards off my shoulders. I halt you, and you pause, wondering what you did wrong, but I just undo the buttons at the cuffs and let you get on with it.

My male body is firmer than yours, and with a bit more hair on the chest, but you’ve merter escort bayan seen much more in photos. I allow you to explore. I get a fair amount of exercise, but don’t work out, so my pectoral and abdominal muscles are firm, but not hard. You run your hands over my upper body and I accept your touch.

Your confidence grows at this and you move lower. You want to know what the rest of me feels like, so you undo the button and clip holding up my trousers, the usual semi-formals I wear everywhere but a muddy footpath or the garden, then unzip me, your hand within millimetres of my hardened cock. As you move to pull off my trousers it strains at my dark blue boxer shorts, and you can see a little skin where it is trying to push aside the fabric above the button. You decide to ignore it for a little while, and pull off my socks. At last you have a better idea of what I look like.

My legs are hairy and made of defined muscle. You know I spend a lot of time walking, much of it with a rucksack, and imagine I could kick like an angry mule. My body, however, is heading for being all yours, and you’re confident that you won’t be on the wrong end of any violence from it. You explore gently, kneeling in front of me, almost worshipfully. I certainly won’t discourage that, at least provided it doesn’t go too far. Finally, you reach the last bit of clothing I have on. You take a lack of discouragement as encouraging, and pull at the waistband, stretching it taught to get at the contents, and allowing my hardened shaft to fall free.

You gasp. It looks like it’s well over fifteen centimetres long, maybe closer to twenty, and it’s thick, and rigid, and engorged with blood you can see in the veins. You swallow, nervously. You’re not quite so sure, now, that you want that inside you. Surely it’s got to hurt. Then you remember your reading. It might hurt, a bit, the first time, but the female body is designed to handle it. You reach for it with both hands. The foreskin that you learned about in your curious reading is missing, showing a tip a similar colour to your own nipples, and there is a tube that seems to run just under the skin on the underside.

You explore it with your fingers. It feels almost spongy against the rigidity of the shaft. That, at least, matches your knowledge of human male anatomy. You stroke it, and my moans tell you that I’m enjoying it, so you lean forward to rub it against your cheek and kiss it. It bobs as you play with it, and you decide it’s not so scary after all. You breathe in my musky scent, which reminds you that I am, basically another mammal, communicating my arousal through my sweat. It makes you more excited. You wonder if you’re doing the same for me.

I lean forward, and tell you that fair’s fair, and it’s my turn, if it’s OK with you. You stand, looking shy again, and I stand in front of you, take you in my arms, and kiss you gently. You are nervous. You have guarded your virginity against several men who have wanted it, until much later than your classmates at school, and have chosen to give it to me, What if I find you unattractive, or too inexperienced? What if I hurt you?

You hold my firm male body, and feel my erection pressing against your groin. I find the zip fastening your dress and run the tag slowly down the length of your spine. I pull fabric from your shoulders and the dress falls to the floor. I step away to look at you, a wow of appreciation escaping my lips. You don’t know if it’s your near-naked body, the bra that shows hardened pink nipples under black lace, the equally translucent knickers that show the fur of your pussy, or a combination of all three that is doing it for me. You know men are very visual creatures, and I seem to like your body. You hear my breathing quicken to match yours.

My hands reach to cup your breasts. I stroke them through the lacy fabric, and bend slightly to kiss the bare flesh of your cleavage. You have the impression I really want to touch them, feel them, fondle them. I leave them alone, and kneel in front of you. My arms encircle you, and I begin to kiss your flat tummy, licking it gently with my tongue and blowing air over the damp skin, stimulating you. Surely I have to realise just how wet you are getting? I glance up, and smile at you, making sure you have no objection. You smile back, and the tip of your tongue traces your top lip.

My head drops lower and my hands move from your back to your bum. I begin kissing you just above the line of your knickers while I stroke your buttocks, partly on thin fabric, partly on bare skin, which is getting more and more sensitive every minute. You hold my head, and stroke my hair. You want to be naked for me, to give yourself to me.

I rise, and you almost feel disappointed. You want me to kiss you where you are most sensitive. Instead I kiss you gently on the lips. My hands caress your breasts, nails stimulating the skin. You want the bra off. You want my hands on bare skin, and wish I would get on with it. I find your nipples through the lace, and rub gently with a fingertip, like you stroke yourself in bed alone at night. I realise the bra fastens from the front, and I unclip it, allowing them to fall free. I kiss you again, and slide the bra off your shoulders, allowing it to fall. I break, and look at you.

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It has started snowing, and the flakes fall gently downward so densely that it is hard to see the woods. The aroma of my coffee and the snow flick my heart and memory backwards in fast rewind to a day long ago, in a little port on the New England coast when it was snowing. For a change I was in the first liberty party of my ship, and I walked down the gangway in my dress blues and peacoat with all of the anticipation of a young sailor in a strange port on an adventure.

I wasn’t a “bar” guy. I didn’t drink and I didn’t want to see my shipmates drunk, so I didn’t go to the usual sailor dives. Instead I liked to wander in a new town and see what life was like in Connecticut in the winter.

After an hour of walking the streets and looking in Christmas decorated store windows I came to one of the old time diners that looked like it was made from the dining car of an old train. I went inside. An old gray man in a booth snorted in disapproval when I came in. Apparently he didn’t like young sailors on liberty in his town. I ignored him and went to the cup-worn counter and sat. After a few minutes a young woman came from the back. She smiled and asked me what I wanted and I told her coffee and a piece of apple pie. She served them, then went about her duties. I watched her young body move under the starched crispness of her waitress uniform as she worked. In a bit she returned with a coffeepot and refilled my cup. She made fresh coffee and the aroma filled the diner along with the smell of hamburgers and onions. “So how long you in town for?” She asked.

“Just the weekend, then we go south to Jacksonville.” I told her.

“Florida? I’d love to be going to Florida right now.” She said.

I shrugged. “One Navy base is the same as any other.”

“But the sunshine, and the warm weather. What kind of ship are you on?”

“A patrol boat. I’m Coast Guard.” I said.

She smiled. “Is that like the Navy?”

“We’re that hard nucleus of well-trained men that the Navy and Marine Corps form around in times of war and other national emergencies.” I quipped.

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

“Just kidding.”

She disappeared into the back for a long time, then came out with another piece of pie. “This one’s on me.” She said.

Some other customers came in and she served them and I ate my pie and drank my coffee and smoked a cigarette and she came back out after awhile and whispered “I get off in about fifteen minutes. If you want to wait you can walk me home.”

I waited.

Soon an older woman, dressed in the same kind of uniform, came in and brusquely walked to the back. The young waitress went in with her and I saw them talk for a few minutes, then she came out and smiled at me and sat on the stool and said “I’m ready when you are.”

The snow was deep enough to crunch under our feet as we walked along the sidewalk. Her name was Lucy. She was nineteen

and had hopes of someday going to school to learn how to be a beautician. She had moved out of her parents home when their drinking had become unbearable.

We passed the decorated store fronts again. “This is my favorite one.” She said, stopping in front of one that had toy trains rolling around a track that wended around dolls and sailboats and teddy bears and toy tea sets and Hopalong Cassidy cap guns in holsters. “It always makes me think of when I was a little girl.”

I opened my peacoat to get a cigarette out and she snaked her arm around my waist underneath it. She looked at me and blushed and smiled and lay her head against my arm. We walked on. I felt my heart pounding. I had never had this happen–this sudden interest by a girl. I looked down at her. She was pretty, and had auburn hair in which the snowflakes glistened. She smelled faintly of perfume and coffee and cigarette smoke and

hamburgers and onions. The street she led me down was in what looked like the warehouse section. We came to a doorway. “I live up there.” She said with apology in her tone. “It’s all I can afford on a waitress salary. Would you like to come up? I’ll make some coffee.”

The apartment was small; one big room with a bathroom off to one side, a kitchenette and a sofa that made into a bed. She took my coat and hung it in a wardrobe with hers and motioned to the sofa and she made coffee and sat down beside me to wait for it to brew. She turned on a radio that was playing Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. They didn’t have a lot of television in those days. “You can put your arm around me if you want.” She said.

I put my arm around her and she lay her head on my chest and I smelled her hair and I remembered San Juan. I had come in the service as an eighteen-year-old virgin. Sex was not allowed in those days. My first sexual experience was with a thirty-something hooker I met at the Texas Bar in San Juan; a “Cinco y

dos”, five for her, two for the room. It had been a very mechanical experience. She undressed, undressed me, inspected my cock, lay on the bed and waited. I was new to this, and I spent a few minutes lying between her legs looking at her there. She looked down at me in curiosity. avcılar escort bayan “What?” She asked.

“I’ve never seen one.” I said. “You’re very pretty there.”

“Ay, mi’jo, que querido.” She said, smiling. She let me look for a little while longer, until my urgent nature took over and I moved upward, kissed her breast and then with her help slid it in. It was over in seconds. She took the rubber and threw it away, rinsed herself out and lay with her head on my chest until the half-hour was up. I remember holding her and occasionally kissing the top of her head. After that night I didn’t have to worry about having money. If I was broke she would go for “love”.

I kissed the top of Lucy’s head and she looked up and smiled. “Wait here.” She went to the kitchenette and poured two cups of coffee. “Would you like some blackberry brandy in it?” She asked.

We sipped the coffee with blackberry brandy and listened to Perry Como sing “Walking in a Winter Wonderland”. She snuggled, and I knew where this would wind up, but wasn’t quite sure how to get it started. She didn’t wait for me to fumble around. “You can get fresh if you want to.” She said.

I let my hand wander to the softness of her breast under her uniform. The rigidity of my cock under my thirteen button blues didn’t escape her. She touched it and my heart raced.

Then she began to unbutton buttons. When she got the front flap out of the way she found my cock with her hand and pulled it out of the fly of my underwear and hissed softly. At that point I was a mindless wreck. When she leaned forward and kissed it, I nearly passed out.

“Do you have any rubbers?” She asked.

“One, but I’ve had it for months.” I answered.

“I have some.” She went to her purse and took some out, then turned the sofa into a bed, and then came to me to unzip the back of her uniform. I unzipped it and she shrugged it off and stood there in bra and slip. She let me take them off, then her panties, then she turned around and I nearly swooned at her small firm breasts, the pink nipples, the soft contours of her middle, the soft crinkly fur of her mons. She finished undressing me and took my hand and led me into the bathroom.

It was an old clawfoot tub with a circular shower curtain rack over it. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature and I watched the two halves of her bottom part to reveal the inviting darkness of her most private parts. When the temperature was right we got in and she closed the curtain around us and we washed each other.

If I didn’t pay enough attention to one or the other of her favorite spots she would guide my hand there and make soft sounds as I scrubbed it. In turn, I had to stop her from washing my cock after only a few minutes. I didn’t want to come that soon. We spent maybe half an hour in the shower, washing and rinsing and washing and rinsing until we were scrubbed of all previous sin. We got out and dried each other, then she led me by the hand back to the sofa-bed, where I sat while she poured more coffee and brandy. I watched her go about this the same way I had watched her in the diner, except this time I didn’t have to undress her mentally. Her body was exactly as I had imagined it to be back then.

We sat side by side on the bed, our feet stretched out, drinking our coffee and listening to somebody singing “Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow.” Huge snowflakes drifted past the window.

“Did you ever eat a girl?” She asked.

“No.” I answered. I had heard the other crewmembers talking of doing this, but I had never tried it.

“Would you do it to me?” She asked.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Yes. My cousin did it.” She said.

“Your cousin?”

“He taught me a lot of things that I like.” She said.

“But your cousin?”

She grinned. “He’s very good looking, and very gentle. But he got married, so we don’t do anything anymore.” She giggled.

“Our parents left us alone together once. We played doctor. Then when we got older, we kept playing doctor.”

“And he… He ate you? Down there?”

“Yes.” She set her coffee down on the bedside table and opened the drawer and took out a book called “Sexual Positions for Newlyweds.” She opened it to some drawings of a man and a woman doing things. “We looked at this book. Then when he got married, he gave it to me.” She said. She thumbed through the pages until she found the picture captioned “Proper way to perform cunnilingus.” “We did this.” She said. Then she pointed to another captioned “Proper way to perform fellatio.” “And this.” She said with a giggle.

“And you want me to do that?” I asked.

“Yes. You do it to me and I’ll do it to you.” She said. “But don’t come in my mouth.”

I finished my coffee and felt myself blush as I set the cup aside. I looked at her and her eyes went dark as the irises grew

to black holes. Her lips parted slightly and I could hear her breathe. I moved down between her legs and looked at her pussy.

It was barely covered with soft hair, and I could easily see her two outer mecidiyeköy escort bayan lips, and the pink ridge of her inner parts peeking coyly between them. I spread the lips apart and she gasped softly, then I steeled myself and lowered my face.

She made a sound like she had been scalded when I touched my mouth to it. I looked up quickly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, keep going.” She said.

I looked down again. I could smell the young woman and soap smell of her, and her clitoris and inner lips glistened with moisture. I lowered my face again and tentatively touched my tongue to it, then took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked on it as if it were a nipple. She moaned and lifted her hips and ground her pubic bone against my face and looked down at me with eyes that saw through me and breath that came in rasping gasps.

Suddenly she pulled my face away with both hands in my hair.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. It’s just that I… I’ve never come that way before.” She said.

“Do you want to? I’ll keep it up if you want to.”

“Not yet. Let me do it to you once.” She said.

We switched places and she looked up at me with a blushing smile and held my cock in her fingers and that alone was the most delicious feeling I’d ever had, then she lowered her face and for the first time in my life I felt a mouth take my cock into it. She sucked on the tip for a few seconds, then lowered her face until it was nearly all the way in her face and I was amazed that she didn’t gag on it. “I’m going to come if you keep it up.” I said.

She grinned around it and pulled away with a slurping sound like she was eating an all-day sucker or an ice cream cone and grinned. “Do you like it?”

“A lot.” I said.

She moved back up the bed beside me and opened the book again and found a drawing of the woman on top of the guy and said “Can we try this?”

“If you want.”

She tore open one of the rubber packs and unrolled it on to my cock and then straddled me and guided it into her. It was different from the time in San Juan. That woman was not moist and slippery; Lucy was. My cock slid right into her and she moaned and touched around it with her fingers and then lay forward on me and held me tight. “You can come if you want.” She said. She shoved her hand down between us and I felt her fingers moving rapidly down there. “This is my favorite.” She breathed in my ear.

I held her bottom and my finger inadvertently touched her sphincter muscle and she mewled softly. I explored it and she began to breathe even harder, and my own body took over and I arched my hips upward into her and pressed on the little puckered button of her bottom and then everything was out of my control. “I’m coming.” I said.

“Me too.” She said, and she worked her hips and bottom against me and my heart kicked into orgasm mode and I came and came. I could feel her heartbeat at the very instant it went

orgasmic and it pounded throughout her body.

It lasted for what seemed like hours, maybe even years, and then it slowed and slowed and finally stopped. She breathed heavily into my ear and I put my arms around her and held her in place and my cock grew impatient with my efforts to keep it involved and finally just dropped out and lay in a latex coated wad. She rolled off of me and looked at it, then took the rubber and flushed it down the toilet. She returned with a warm washcloth and wiped me off and it felt so very good. Then she lay beside me and kissed me and we listened to “Santa Clause is Coming to Town” by Gene Autry.

“We came together.” She said, snuggling into my arm again. “That’s supposed to be good. Like our souls got all mixed in with each other.”

“Can they do that?” I asked.

“Sex isn’t just about the body.” She said. “Our souls can have sex, too.”

“How?”

“Well…” She drew imaginary pictures with her hand as she explained. “Just imagine that we are together flying in the room and we are naked and we are making love. We swirl around, except instead of just putting your thing in me, your whole soul goes into mine and now we’re like one soul, except I got you inside of me and you got me inside of you.” She giggled. “And when we come, we can each feel it from the inside out, like I can feel what you feel when you come, and you can feel what I feel when I come.”

Funny thing is that I could see what she was talking about, and could see us floating around the room inside each other and coming and feeling each other’s way of coming.

After she explained it she lay still for awhile, then moved her head downward and took my flaccid cock into her mouth and sucked on it and it grew hard again.

“Can you come again, yet?” She asked.

“Not yet I don’t think.” I said.

She let my cock flop out of her mouth and snuggled back on my arm with her head on my chest. “Let’s sleep awhile, and then maybe we can do it again.”

It was dark outside when I woke again. She was frying eggs.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Just ten o’clock.” She said. ataşehir escort bayan “I thought you might be hungry. Egg sandwiches are easiest.”

I watched her as she cooked and wondered it this was what married life was really supposed to be like, where she is naked all the time and so am I. I decided that if I ever got married it would be to someone like Lucy, who liked to be naked, because I liked to look at her naked.

She brought the sandwiches to the bed and we listened to “Oh Come all ye Faithful” while we ate. She giggled. “What?” I asked.

“Oh come all ye faithful.” She said. “Are you ready to come again?”

“I will be when I finish this.” I said.

She pulled the book on her lap and we looked at it as we ate. “I want to try this and this.” She said. The first one was “The 69 Position.” And the second was “Doggy Style.”

I decided that the 69 position wasn’t as entertaining as it looked. It divided my attention. It was fascinating to have that view of her, though. She was above me, sucking heavily on my cock, and I was licking her pussy, and in that position I had a good view of her anus. I had never really seen a girl’s anus. It seemed to look feminine and delicate. I could smell a faint onion-sweat smell around it. It wasn’t at all distasteful. I spread her cheeks and she let my cock out of her mouth. “Are you looking at my ass?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Ohh.” She said softly. She got up and found another rubber and put it on me. “Do it doggy style.” She said. “And look at my ass.”

I knelt behind her and slid my cock in and felt again the warmth of her insides. I spread her ass and looked at her anus and she moaned. “Do you like me to look there?” I asked.

“Yes.” She moaned. “It makes me feel so… So wicked. Put a finger in. But just a little bit.”

I put a finger into it and felt how hot she felt in there and the image of my finger going into that little aperture drove me to new heights of arousal. “Now I’m going to come.” I said.

She reached down and I felt her fingers move, first around my cock, then she began to work her clitoris brusquely with her hand and again we came, only this time I was a little ahead of her. I felt her anus alternately clasp and unclasp my finger as she came. When it had passed she lowered her body, pulling away from both my cock and my finger. “Go wash your hand now.” She said.

She was even more affectionate when I returned to the bed. She kissed me over and over again on the side of my face, my shoulders, my neck and finally my mouth.

“When do you have to go back to your ship?” She asked.

“Not until Sunday night.” I said.

“So we have all of tomorrow and most of Sunday?”

“When do you have to work again?”

“Monday.”

“If you want.” I said.

“This is too fun to stop.” She said.

“I have to take a… I have to pee.” I said.

She followed me into the bathroom. “Can I hold it?” She asked. She stood behind me with her chin on my shoulder and tried to guide my cock as I urinated. She missed at first, and finally got it aimed in the right irection. “Now I have to go, too.” She said. She wiped up the missed spot with a wad of toilet paper and sat down with her legs open. “Want to watch me pee?”

I watched as the yellow water drained from her and she giggled. “Nobody ever watched me pee before.” She said.

“Do you like it?”

“I like being naked. I like having you look at me.” She said.

“Not if you do number two.” I said.

“No. Not that.”

We knelt on a trunk she had beneath the window and she opened the shades and we felt sinfully nakedly exposed to the world, though no one was out there. The snow glistened in the street lights and we made ice crystals on the glass with our breath. She wrapped her arms around mine and kissed my shoulder. “Will you… Will you eat me again?” She asked.

“You peed. You have to wash it first.” I said.

“Come on, we’ll take another shower and you can wash it.”

I ate her until my tongue was sore, and she in turn sucked me. I grew hard, but I knew it would be a long time before I could come again. I told her so.

“So you can’t come right now?”

“No.”

She blushed, then giggled. “Want to put it in without a rubber?”

“Yes.” I answered.

She pushed me over on my back and straddled me and watched as it went into her. It was my first time without a rubber and it felt entirely different. She was slippery wet and hot and soft and I thought I could even feel the pink of her. She probed around the edges of her vagina where my cock stretched them slightly, then rubbed her clitoris for awhile, then lay forward with her fingers working on her. “Can you come again?” I asked.

“Maybe.” She breathed. She took a piece of skin gently between her teeth and worked her fingers and I reached down and found her anus again and pressed on it and she moaned and humped and worked and I actually felt her build a come inside herself. She huffed harder, worked until I felt sweat on the side of her face and then she yelped and whined and made a soft howl as it swept through her heartbeat thumped against my chest as she came. She drew it out for as long as possible, working her hips, her fingers, her mouth, her breathing. As she slowed, then slowed, then slowed she relaxed and lay still with my hard cock in her. I kissed the sweat-wet hair on her temple. “How was it?” I asked.

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Description: Allan is chosen by a goddess to save the shortstacks of another world.

Author’s note: Unlike my other stories, this one does not contain any erotic transformations. This is a slow burn isekai harem romance with shortstacks. Each chapter will contain romance and at least one sex scene. If any of that offends you or you are under 18 years old, do not read this. All the characters in erotic situations in this story are over 18 years old.

Inspired by the Shortstack Girlfriend Genie choose your own adventure by Penn_Dragon.

Chapter 1: Delving With Dwarves

Stolna, paladin of Shorsena, was in trouble. She had ventured into the deep mines to find a group of young initiates who had gone missing from the temple. The mines were dangerous, but dwarves were hardy folk, and did not shy away from danger. She was certain she could find the children before they got hurt.

Then she got surrounded by shadow wolves.

Stolna was a trained fighter, and managed to kill more than a few with her mighty hammer, but there were too many of them. She raised her hammer high and called upon the name of Shorsena before slamming her hammer to the ground. Holy fire spread in a ring from her, burning the wolves. A couple more dropped dead, but still more came. She deflected some with her shield and broke the skulls of a few more with her hammer, but one finally got a lucky shot on her leg, limiting her mobility. Then one grabbed her hammer arm. Its teeth didn’t penetrate her bracers, but its jaws crushed the bones in her arm. She cried out as her hammer dropped from her limp fingers. She managed to break its neck with her shield, but without her weapon, the wolves gained initiative. They circled her, grabbing any part of her they could. She screamed as their black teeth pierced her flesh.

But a dwarf does not go down so easily. She smashed as many as she could with her shield, and whipped the wolf gripping her broken arm around as a makeshift flail.

All this only bought her a few more seconds. She was strong, but there were too many wolves. In the time it took her to attack one wolf, five others would strike. Where their teeth broke her skin, their shadows penetrated her muscles, filling her with darkness and cold. She felt her limbs slow and weaken. Soon she would be filled with shadow and unable to move.

Stolna, paladin of Shorsena, knew she was about to die.

In a final act of desperation, she cried “Shorsena, guardian of the small, save me!” but she did not think it would do her any good. Despite having paladins like Stolna, Shorsena was a fertility goddess, not a goddess of war. It was said she could save the desperate, but those whom she saved were taken from this world no one could say where. Stolna did not want to leave the children unrescued, but there was nothing more she could do. She hoped that if Shorsena took her, it would be somewhere she could make a difference.

Stolna heard music. She looked up and saw a light in the distance. It wasn’t another dwarf, like she might have hoped; dwarves didn’t need lights in the mines. Was this the goddess come to take her away? This music did not sound like heavenly harps and choirs, it sounded like a … lute? Who would bring a lute into a mine? Rather than the light melodies Stolna might have expected played by celestial hands, the music was a series of harsh, sharp, discordant chords. Stolna wasn’t an expert in musical expression, but there was an emotion in these chords. No, she realized, not an emotion, a threat. The music, if it was music, said “Be afraid. Run, or you will die.” If Stolna weren’t a dwarf, with a steadfast heart, she might have wanted to run, even with her torn leg tendons.

The music got louder and the light got brighter, and Stolna realized that the wolves had stopped and become silent. They weren’t growling, marking, or howling, and they had stopped attacking her. Another couple of chopped chords and the wolves gripping her let go. They were all fixated upon the light. The music grew in volume and intensity, and the wolves all ran away as a pack.

After the wolves ran away, the music played a bit longer, then stopped. Stolna stared at the light as it approached. Eventually she could make out the shape of the person holding it. They were tall.

It was a man.

A human man.

He held a bead of light in one hand and some kind of lute in the other. He was dressed in well-fitting traveler’s clothes.

And he was in the mine. A human in the mines could mean nothing good. There was no way he got here by himself, which meant there had to be more somewhere. Stolna tried to back away from the man as he approached, but her muscles betrayed her.

“Are you all right?” he asked her. His face and words radiated concern, but she wouldn’t trust him so quickly. How had he ensorcelled the wolves? Anyone who could command monsters so easily was too powerful to not be wary around.

“Stay back, human!” she commanded.

He stopped and crouched down. He peered at her kadıköy escort bayan trail of blood in the dirt. “That doesn’t look good,” he said. “Here, let me try something.” He tucked the light into his mouth, which cast ominous shadows on his face. He pulled a small book out of his pocket and flipped through it. When he found the page he wanted, he set the book on the ground. Then he knelt before the book and began to play a song on his lute.

“What are you…” she began, but then she felt warmth spreading through her body. The cold darkness of the shadow wolves receded from her blood. She could feel her wounds knit together. Her tendons repaired and she could move her leg again. With a crack, the bones in her arm snapped back together. She opened and closed her hand, marveling at the lack of pain. In less than a minute, he had completely healed her body.

The human stopped playing and pulled the light from his mouth. “Did it work?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she breathed in wonder. She looked at him. “How? How did you do that?”

“Minuet of Healing,” he said, pointing at the book. “Good. I’m glad it worked. I’ve never done that before.”

Stolna looked at him, aghast. “That doesn’t explain anything! How did you do that?”

He looked surprised. “Well, I have this book of magic songs, and that one is called the Minuet of Healing. Did I play it wrong?” He peered at the book, as if looking for a mistake.

Stolna stood up and grabbed the front of the human’s tunic. She lifted him to his feet and shoved him against a wall. Like most humans, he was taller than her, at least five feet tall. Stolna barely came up to his chest. He dropped his lute and held up his hands in a placating gesture.

“Don’t play games with me human,” she spat, “I have had a long and trying day, and I refuse to believe that you just scared away wolves and healed my entire body with music, when everyone knows that songs can only heal bruises and paper cuts! Who are you and why are you in this mine!”

“I don’t mean to play games,” he said, “I swear. My name is Allan, and this is going to sound crazy, but I think I was sent by the goddess to save you!”

“Oh yeah?” she said, not releasing her grip, “which goddess?”

“Um, Shorsey, Shirley, Shirza? Sorry,” he said, “I just met her, and I’m bad with names.”

“Shorsena?” she prompted.

“Yeah,” he said, “Shorsena. She said she was sending me to someone who needed help. And I found you.”

Stolna looked at the arm she was using to pin him to the wall, the one he had healed. She remembered calling on Shorsena, then immediately seeing the human’s light and hearing his music. Had Shorsena really sent a human? Humans had their own gods, why would one serve the god of smaller folk?

She let him go and backed up. “All right,” she said, “I’ll trust you for now, but I’ll get the entire story out of you later. For now, there are lost children that need our help. But stay close to me: humans aren’t allowed in these mines.”

It wasn’t long before they found the children. They were huddled together in the dark, crying. Apparently they had lost their way. Stolna couldn’t get them to stand up and move. Then the human, Allan, handed her the light and asked her to let him try something. He started strumming his lute and singing a song. It was a simple song about a fox stealing chickens from a farmer, but it had the children enthralled. They stopped crying and were even smiling by the end.

Stolna used the opportunity to examine the light Allan had handed her. As she’d thought, it was a magic gem of some sort, but she couldn’t place the type. As a dwarf, she had a passing knowledge of minerals, but this eluded her.

When Allan finished his song, the children had calmed down enough that she and him were able to take them by the hand and guide them out of the mines. When they reached Bluerock city, Allan attracted attention, standing heads and shoulders above most of the population, and holding the hands of two laughing children.

Stolna knocked on Allan’s door. After they returned to the temple, they returned the initiates to their tutor for discipline and Stolna found Allan accommodations in the guest rooms. Then she had reported to the High Priestess before returning to her room to wash off. While she was covered in blood, no hints of scars remained from her recent ordeal. After bathing, she dressed in more comfortable clothes and braided her long blonde hair. Then she gathered a tray of food and took it to Allan’s room. Now that things had calmed down, she was going to get his story.

“Come in,” he called.

She opened the door and found him wearing a bathrobe. It was sized for a dwarf, and while Allan was taller than any dwarf, he was also much thinner, so it evened out.

“Sorry for my appearance,” he said, “I only have one set of clothes and they took them away to be cleaned.” His clothes, which were bright colors, were almost completely brown after a few only a few hours ümraniye escort bayan in the mines.

“That’s quite alright,” she said. She gestured with the tray, “I brought you some food.”

“Thank you,” he said, “I was famished.” He took the tray and set it on the table. He sat on the chair, which was too short for him, so his long legs stuck out. He cut off a piece of cheese and bread and started to eat.

Stolna realized that he was staring at her. “What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he said, “just that you look so different out of your armor. I couldn’t see your pretty blue eyes or your long blonde hair beneath that helmet, for example.”

Stolna hoped she wasn’t blushing. “Well, it’s only natural to wear armor into battle,” she said. “Not everyone ventures into danger armed only with a lute.”

“Of course,” he said.

“I think,” she said, changing the subject, “that it’s time you told me your complete story.”

He nodded his head. He took a sip of water. “I suppose I owe you that,” he said, “though it’s going to be hard to believe.”

“I’ve seen you do two impossible things today,” she said, “try me.”

He nodded again. “Well, for starters, I’m from another world.”

She nodded her head. “Right,” she said.

“You believe me?”

“I’m starting to,” she said. “It’s unlikely, but so far it’s the only explanation that makes sense. Continue.”

“So, the first thing to understand,” he said, “is that there is no magic in my world. None. Also, no races besides humans. No dwarves, halflings, goblins, or gnomes. Just humans.”

She shook her head. “How strange,” she remarked.

“To you, I’m sure,” he said, “but that’s normal for me. So imagine my surprise when one day I happen upon a genie.”

“I thought there was no magic in your world,” she said.

“There isn’t,” he replied, “that’s why I was surprised. She called herself the ‘Shortstack Girlfriend Genie,’ and offered to get me any kind of girlfriend I liked, so long as she was a shortstack.”

“What’s a shortstack?” Stolna asked.

Allan hesitated. “They’re, um, women who are, um, short, and um, beautiful.” He didn’t meet her gaze.

Stolna suspected he was embarrassed about something, but gestured for him to continue.

“Anyways,” he continued, “she was offering dwarves, halflings, gnomes, goblins, beings that are only in stories and legends in our world. I asked if she created them with my wish, and she said that she brought them from another world. I asked why they wanted to come to our world, and she told me that they had reasons for wanting to leave. Then I asked if they were in trouble. She didn’t answer, but I could tell that they were. I asked if they were in trouble why she couldn’t just bring all of them over. Then she revealed that she could only bring one over when one of them wished to be saved, and someone in our world wanted one of them to love, that was how her power worked.

“Then I, having grown up on too many hero stories, asked her if instead I could go the other way, and come to the other world so I could save more than one. Well, it turned out she liked that. She didn’t like that I didn’t have any fighting skills. When she found out I was a musician, well, she said she could work with that.

“Then she asked me directly if I wanted to be her representative and save the shortstacks of another world. I said yes. So she took my hand, and pulled me into a world of white. And suddenly, I wasn’t looking at a genie anymore, I was looking at a goddess.”

Stolna gasped. “You actually saw the goddess Shorsena?”

Allan nodded. “I did.”

Stolna wanted to ask a million questions right there, but settled on one. “What did she look like?”

Allan smiled. “Glorious beyond description. She was short,” he held his hand about three feet off the ground, “but felt bigger. You know how some people feel bigger than their real size? She felt like she was bigger than the world. And she shined like the sun.”

Stolna didn’t realize that her mouth had fallen open.

Allan continued. “She gave me that mandolin and this book.” He gestured at a book on the table labeled simply Songs of Magic. “She told me to quickly learn the ‘Chords of Fear,’ so I did, and then she dropped me in darkness with that light gem. And then I found you.”

Stolna took a moment to process what she had heard. It sounded impossible, but everything fit. “You’re an apostle of the goddess,” she whispered.

“I mean,” he said, “I guess? Do you believe me?”

Instead of answering, she took the still glowing gem out of her pocket and placed it on the table between them.

“Oh!” Allan exclaimed, “I was wondering where that went.”

“Do you know what this is?” she asked, pointing at it.

Allan shrugged. “Some kind of magical gem. I don’t know anything about magic.”

She nodded. “I took this to be examined, and our High Priestess confirmed it. This is a god stone, specifically a Shorsena’s Stone.”

“So maltepe escort bayan it’s unique to this goddess?” Allan asked.

She nodded her head. “Exactly. Also, gods only give their stones to their most trusted servants. There is no way you would have this if you were not her apostle.”

“Ah,” he said. “Well, that makes sense then.”

“There’s one more thing,” she said. God stones have unique abilities depending on the god that issued them. Shorsena is a goddess of love and fertility. Her stones light up when the bearer has … met their soulmate.” She looked away from him and blushed.

Allan was about to pick up the gem and paused. He looked up at her. “Soulmate?” he asked.

Stolna nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Then the fact that it’s lighting up between us means that you and I are…”

She lifted her head and met his brown eyes with her blue ones. “Yes,” she said, “the goddess is telling us that we are soulmates.”

There wasn’t much else to explain. Stolna was a life-long worshiper of Shorsena and trusted her completely. If Shorsena said Allan was her soulmate, she believed it. Allan had never believed in gods one way or another before coming to this world, but he had chosen to be her apostle, And to him that meant trusting her. Based on his logic, who would make a better matchmaker than a goddess of love?

They decided to get married. Allan had a mission to save as many followers of Shorsena as he could, and Stolna pledged to help him.

They took a week to make preparations, during which Stolna’s armor was repaired, and Allan was given a crash course in Shorsena theology, the world in general, and in Stolna’s life story. Stolna’s family were sent for. They weren’t comfortable with their daughter marrying a human, but they were devout followers of Shorsena, and when they saw the goddess stone, they accepted the wedding as the will of their goddess.

The High Priestess married them herself, and was honored to officiate the wedding between a faithful member of her order and the apostle of her goddess. After the wedding, Allan found himself stuffed with dwarvish cooking, which was spicier than he expected. Then he was led through various cultural dances. He took the opportunity to learn some local music, as well as entertaining the guests with his music. Stolna was particularly moved when he sang a song to her inviting her to be his love.

Then came the wedding night. As a married woman, Stolna could no longer live in the acolyte dorms, so her belongings were moved to Allan’s room in the guest’s quarters.

They entered the room together, then looked at each other awkwardly. Allan was dressed in the colorful clothes Shorsena had given him, since he had no others and there were no human-sized clothes to be found in a dwarf town. Stolna wore a blue dress with green embroidery. Her long blonde hair was done up in an intricate braid with ribbons woven in.

“Well, here we are,” Allan said.

“Yep,” she replied.

“You look very pretty in that dress,” he said, “it suits you.”

Stolna blushed, which was very apparent on her fair skin. “You’re probably used to taller women, though.” Stolna was 4′ 1″, which was a normal height for a dwarf, but Allan towered over her.

“Short girls are cute,” he said, “and I’m not that tall.”

She looked up, sharply, “what do you mean? You’re the tallest person I’ve ever met!”

“Five foot seven is slightly below average in my country” he admitted.

“Oh,” she said, “well, you’re probably used to thinner girls.” While she was so much shorter than Allan, she was broader. Her shoulders were wider than his, and her arms were as thick as his thighs.

“I’ll admit that I’ve never seen a woman with such big muscles as you,” he said, “but you’re still beautiful. And what about me? I bet you’re used to much stronger men. I probably look like a twig to you.”

“No,” she protested, “you’re handsome.” She blushed and covered her face with her hands.

Allan chuckled. “There we have it. You’re beautiful and I’m handsome. I guess we match.” He sat down on the bed. “Do you want to join me?” he asked, patting the bed next to him.

Stolna sat next to him on the bed and looked up at him. She could not get over how tall he was.

“Stop me if we’re going too fast for you,” he said, “I want you to be comfortable.”

She nodded her head.

He leaned over and kissed her, first on the forehead, then he tilted her head back and kissed her on the lips. Her heart raced with her first kiss. He pulled back, but she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him back down. She kissed him harder. He was powerless to resist. Finally she let him go and he pulled back, gasping.

Allan rubbed his lips. “Wow,” he breathed.

She held him close and looked into his eyes, biting her lip. “I don’t want to wait any longer,” she said. She turned around, putting her back to him. “Help me with these buttons.”

Allan’s deft fingers made quick work of the back of her dress. As she shimmied out of it, he slipped out of his tunic and untied the top of his shirt before taking it off. When he finished pulling the shirt off, he saw his wife hesitating. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’ve been hiding something from you.”

“What is it?” he asked, concerned.

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My name is Jack, and man I have a wild story! Let me give you a brief back story before I begin to take you down my latest sexual journey. My girlfriend Kelly, well more like long distance girlfriend because I recently had to move due to my job changing location. See, we never lived together and she let me fuck basically any girl I wanted. She usually got all of my bedroom attention though because I worked alot of hours. She was great at everything and I should’ve just claimed her but we had a good thing going.

Anyways, I moved so quickly that she couldn’t afford to quit her job and go with me. We did talk though on the phone and computer, usually late nights ending with intimate sex chats. One night, she told me she rented a porno and they gave her an all lesbian one by mistake. I asked her if she was going to watch it anyways, to which her response was a hell yes. I asked her if there were any strapons and she decided to check it out for me.

A few minutes later and she informed me yes. I told her that it was hot when two women could get off like that, even betting her that the one being the man was probably cumming her pants. She got quiet for a few moments, all I could hear was some of her video playing in the background. Suddenly she says, “Holy shit, I’d eat that!” I didn’t know what was happening or exactly the scenario she saw but she tells me all of a sudden what she wants for Christmas.

I laughed and said, “A strapon, really?!” She laughed back that I sounded too overly excited. I told her that if she was serious, Santa wouldn’t necessarily have to wait until Christmas. We were planning on getting together soon and I knew now a gift that I could give her.

The conversation kept going about the porn that she was apparently still watching. She told me that she could see herself fucking another girl like that and the same in return, but she would have to have the real thing. I told her that what she said made my cock beg for attention and started stroking it.

I told her that I would love to watch her plow into another woman. I described how my cock was already throbbing so hard that it felt like it was going to split. I said, “You bending some bitch over and making her moan while your hammering into her, God that would fuel both of our desires. I think it would be so intense!” She told me she agreed and had started fingering herself.

I explained, “I’m going to sit in the corner and jack off like I am right now.”

She started breathing harder.

“When you see me with my dick getting hard by watching you, you will start fucking her harder, making her juices flow down her leg.”

“More,” moaned Kelly.

“Your pussy is going to start throbbing and your going to squirt while you pump her ferociously. You both will come at the same time and beg me to bring this big hard cock over when you get your breath back.”

Kelly came on cue and I did too. She told me that she just had one of the best orgasms that she can remember. I was so turned on by this that my dick didn’t go limp. I told her I still had a nut and she said she promised to take care of it next time she sees me when she comes to visit. I really wanted to take care of myself again but something told me just to edge it.

PART 2

I woke up the next day with a massive hard-on that was feeling very sensitive. It tingled to the point of almost hurting and made me stiff all morning getting ready for work. I didn’t have time to rub one out so I just left him be and went along my day.

I had been at my new job for about 4 months and had gotten to know my duties and my co-workers a bit. One lady, no I’ll just say cougar, named Tanya worked right beside me every day. We had gotten to know all about each other’s lives through all day conversations.

She knew I had a long distance relationship and compared it to internet dating. She had a great sense of humor and we joked back and forth from day one. She even made comment once about how it feels to have a virtual hand job from cyber space. I would respond back, well..call it flirting, “that i heard cougars give paw jobs that are amazing.” She would blush but always insist I was too young for her.

There was only a thirteen year difference between us so it wasn’t totally unbelievable, still she would scoff at the idea of me being her cub. Sometimes, we worked twelve to sixteen hrs, six and seven days a week, so naturally our convos would taper around sex quite often. It was like a challenge to see who could get the other one’s goad that day. Needless to say she always got the upper hand, creating some sexual tension for me, on top of what I already had.

Anyways this morning my cock would not stop, I could not control him. She must have noticed too because she didn’t talk much that day, but I caught her staring once in a while. I must admit that catching her eyes wonder like they did really didn’t help my cause.

I started to think about how to approach her and nerves suddenly izmit escort bayan started kicking in. Not the good kind of nerves that feed off of adrenaline either but the kind of nerves that emit from fear. As I contemplated on what to say or how to approach her, my composure sank, worries of rejection and humility took its place. Did I fear her dominance, no…at this point I think I rather welcomed it.

I must’ve been too busy being concerned that my hard-on quickly went away and sadness was the look on my face. I didn’t realize it at the time but I was starting to feel intimidated by this lovely cougar before me. There really wasn’t anything for me to be shy over, she had said filthier things to me than I ever came up with for her.

She recognized my change in demeanor and came over to ask me if I was ok. I said that I was conflicted and didn’t know how to say it. She asked me not to be a wimp and just say it. I looked down at her feet then back up to her eyes, finally I just took a deep breath and said it.

“My girlfriend wants to have a threesome with me, she wants me to buy her a strapon, and I want to watch her fuck your brains out even if all I can do is watch.” There it was out, now all I could do is wait to get my usual rejection.

She looked down at my cock, half starting to swell again. She told me she knew I was serious because my cock had been hard all morning and she would giggle to herself when she thought I wasn’t looking. She also knew I caught her and laughed at my nervousness. She licked her lips, still staring at my cock, and told me she giggles when she cums. Then she let out another playful giggle.

I was stunned once again by this lavish cougar standing right before me. She tells me that she’s always wanted to fuck a woman just one time, like a man, but never had anything near that experience. I asked her if she had ever been with a woman before. She said no, not even an interest in having her pussy ate by one, but maybe now….might consider it with the right circumstances.

She said, “Fuck it cubby boy, you want to see me get fucked by your girlfriend and then watch her eat my drippy wet pussy? Show me how swollen your cock is right now.” She looks around as she tells me to go ahead the coast is clear.

Like some kind of spell put over me, I dropped trouser without any hesitation whatsoever. Not even a concern to double check to see if she was lying. There I stood exposing myself without trepidation of getting fired or losing my livelihood over such a trivial action.

She only made one comment, “Damn.” How was I supposed to take that. I looked flush. She knew it, she had my goad for the day. She asked me when my internet handjob was planning on coming over for such an excursion. I told her in two weeks when we finally had a free two day weekend.

She told me, she’s going to consider it but I have to reach a few demands first. I knew she was wicked and this could be torture but I said yes to her anyways. I didn’t even know what I was getting myself into or if they would even end up going through with it, but I kind of liked the way she became assertive.

Her first demand was to see the strapon live and not from some picture. I told her I hadn’t bought one yet, a smirk came to her face. She said for me to buy two then, just to let her know I was serious. I was so turned on at that moment that I was willing to by one in every size just to make sure. I asked, “How big?” She answered, “The same size as you or bigger.” I was about eight and half with some girth so I knew what I was looking for.

PART 3

When I went home that day, it hit me, I forgot to ask her where the adult store was located. I frantically searched the internet to see if I could find overnight shipping. Finally, I searched and found the local porn shop, called “the right spot.” It was about to close in an hour so I had to hurry.

It was a half hour drive so I only had a half hour of shopping. I went straight to the counter where two young ladies were standing, that I apparently didn’t notice at first. The clerk was a middle aged women who could have been another cougar. She asks me if she could help me, to which I blurted out, “I need a strapon,” as I finally noticed the two girls who were now giggling at what I just said in front of them. “Two actually,” I tried to save myself from embarrassment.

The clerk, who’s name was Melanie, told the girls to excuse us and offered them to check out the lingerie. The girls giggled once more as they pardoned themselves towards the sexy undergarments. The giggles and the corsets were sending shivers down my spine and jolting my cock to life.

Melanie asked me what kind of strapon I was looking for. She knew her shit, plus made the conversation very comfortable and open. She explained that they had the more expensive kind, which was basically a harness with interchangeable penises. There were less expensive ones that were a yürüyüş yolu escort harness with a dick but had vibrators inside. There were strapless strapons that the woman places inside of her so both parties get penetration. Then there was the regular old standard harness with a strapon. She told me that most people get flesh colored for pussy play and unnatural colored for anal play.

I was quite overwhelmed to say the least, but I had to explain somehow to Milfanie about my possible future scenario. She had all this knowledge and what sounded like experience that I quickly warmed up to her. I just blurted it out that I had a lady friend who offered to have sex with another lady friend and I could watch but I had to first present a couple strapons. She seemed intrigued.

“You are buying these just for a mere chance, wow,” she exclaimed. “Do they know each other? Do they have any of the same interests? Are you allowed to jerk off?”

She had lots of questions and alot of them I hadn’t really considered except jerking off. I explained how Kelly was in the picture, what she said, and then told her how Tanya came into the picture with her demands. Melanie said something I really didn’t consider, she told me that it sounds like Tanya was secretly a dominatrix or at least wanted to be. She then deliberately turned me around to look at my ass.

“She’s definitely going to try and fuck you up your ass,” she add, “it’s cute and would look great bent over. I was getting turned on by her playfulness and by the fact that she was checking me out just as much as I was her. “I have had my ass played with before but nothing ever like this,” I admitted. “Hell, after watching them go at, I will be so turned on that I would be up for just about anything,” I revealed.

I picked out two regular basic strapons one flesh and one purple, then remembered that I had to get the size right or I could screw things up before they ever got started. I told Melanie that I had to buy it the same size as me, I knew about eight and a half inches but I wasn’t sure of the girth. She looked down at my crotch and noticed my bulge. She said, “Looks like he’s hard enough that we can judge right here, right now.”

I played deja vu in my head and just whipped it out right there. Melanie put her hand around my shaft, but she seemed to be doing more than measuring it’s circumference. She was actually starting to stroke me right in the store. She must’ve caught ahold of herself because she squeezed the head until a big glob of precum oozed slowly down onto her hand and her eyes never left my cock until she put her hand up to her mouth and licked it off. She stared me right in the eyes with a seductive look and gave me a half ass apology. I was lost in a gaze of lust and all I could asked her was what size lingerie would she be in.

We both decided on the right size and I started to make my purchases. I stopped her for a second and decided to go ahead and grab two of the strapless ones as well. I walked directly into the lingerie department and picked out purple matching garter, thigh high, and crotchless panties. I thanked Melanie for everything, especially helping me find the right measurements. She told me not to worry about it, as long as I wasn’t embarrassed, it was her privilege to help me. She licked her lips, then she gave me her cellphone number, and told me anytime I needed help to call her.

When I got home, I immediately got in touch with Kelly. I was so turned on that I told her to video chat with me, that way I could masterbate for her right on camera. The conversation started slow with the usual how you doing, how you been. I made the transition to sex when I asked her if she been a good girl for Santa. She told me she should be on the naughty list, she said she knew it wasn’t right but she couldn’t stop thinking about fucking another woman with me watching. I told her that I couldn’t stop thinking about it either and was trying desperately to find and make arrangements.

She wanted to see me cum for her and I was already happy to oblige. Within minutes, I jerked off and came all over myself, causing her to squirt one hell of a nut. She must’ve been really worked up because she couldn’t stop cumming for what seemed like ten minutes. I asked her if it was ok for me to find the right woman for the situation, she told me she was conflicted but she also wouldn’t lie about having these new fantasies going wild inside her mind. She was simply exited and told me she trusted me. We called it a night and I went to bed also with many perverted visions in my head.

PART 4

The next day, I knew from the previous day that Tanya would want to see the proof, so I managed to pack the new toys in a bag that just seemed like part of my lunch. When I got to work, she immediately rushed over to me and I gave her a wink. She asked me if I had met her first demand yet. I looked around and saw that it was clear, darıca escort then threw her the bag. She looked inside and her eyes peered real wide. I could tell she was turned on and probably wet.

She said, “I’m really surprised that you worked so fast acquiring these, good boy!” She told me that my quick response fascinated her and that she was now willing to participate if I could meet two more minor demands. The first was always to address her as Miss Tanya at work and Madame anytime no one was around. I knew right then and there that she liked being in control and confirmed to me what Melanie had suggested. I agreed to her next term with a flirtatious smirk. She then told me the final task, which was to simply meet this so called Kelly so she knew that I really wasn’t bullshitting her.

I stopped her right in her tracks with what I said next. I said, “I agree to your terms but I suspect that you’re a dominatrix and two can play that game. If you want to meet Kelly you’ll have to come over and perform on camera for her. Also, if anybody gets to fuck me in the ass, Kelly gets to go first.” Tanya just stood there with her mouth wide open. I had gotten her goad for once.

She told me that she was impressed with my aggressiveness and agreed to follow me home. All day at work I had a massive hard-on just thinking about what I was going to do to Tanya that evening. The thought of Kelly watching only increased my libido. I took a couple opportunities to flash my swollen dick at her just to assure her goad was mine for the day.

The workday went by extremely quick and it was time to head home for the night’s activities. Before we left, I walked Tanya out to her car and I opened the door for her. She asked me what exactly did I have in store for her. I grinned and asked her if she planned on staying the night. She told me she didn’t plan on it and explained that she didn’t even bring any extra clothes.

I told her that she could stay if she wanted and she could wear my bathrobe of needed, but for now I would allow her to follow me. I started walking towards my car and stopped to walk back to tell her one more thing. “Yesterday when I bought those strapons, Milfanie the store cougar, measured my girth with her bare hand. When I precame from her squeezing the tip, she just licked it off and told me to have a good time with you two. Tonight, I think you can give Kelly a really good pre-show of what’s to cum,” I teased. Leaving her with that thought of how I just asserted my dominance, I went back to my car grinning and headed home.

PART 5

We arrived at my house and I helped Tanya out of her vehicle and held her arm as I walked her to my door. I let her in first as I flipped on the lights of the kitchen. She told me it was a quaint little place as I took off her jacket and pulled out a stool for her to sit on. I asked her if she wanted anything to eat but she told me maybe later. Then I asked her if she wanted anything to drink, out of everything I offered her she settled for wine.

As she sipped, we talked about music so I slipped in some Skynard and starting lightly massaging her shoulders. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she asked me to pour her a second glass. After a minute or so of soothing her, I told her to excuse me for a few moments and went to grab my laptop.

I got in chat with Kelly and gave her a quick warning. “Honey,” I said, “If you were serious about me watching you fuck another woman, you’re going to have to watch her get me off right now first. She gasped and didn’t really say anything. I didn’t want to give up my dominance but I did allow her to “stop this slut from getting me off” if at any time Kelly felt uncomfortable. They both must’ve liked me talking dirty and being aggressive because Kelly simply knodded her head and soon Tanya was down on her knees slurping.

Tanya was really good too, she licked my balls first while she worked my shaft with her hand. Her mouth was watering so much that when she steered her attention on my throbbing cock helmet, my nuts were just covered in the sloppiness of her drool. I loved every bit of it. Next, she squeezed seepage out while licking, sucking and slurping it hungrily.

As she cupped my balls and delivered my cock directly into her throat, Kelly let out a moan and squirted right at the camera. It took everything in me not to just explode right there. I had to make Tanya stop and take off her panties and bra to model for Kelly. I put three fingers into Tanya as I made her bend over to show off her beautiful ass.

I pulled out my fingers and licked them just to tease Kelly, making her go wild. She beat off madly as I spread Tanya’s luscious ass cheeks. We watched her pucker, then goosebumps started trickling across her rump. The sight was so amazing I started licking her from top to bottom and all around. Kelly told me she loved watching me eat her ass out and pumped herself harder. Soon, she let out an, “OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, OH HERE I CUM!”

I couldn’t hold back any longer, I put three fingers back in Tanya’s muff, then a fourth finger, and finally worked in my thumb. It had stretched magnificently to accommodate my hand and soon I had fisted her to squirt too. She convulsed only for a brief second before I had her on her knees swallowing my load.

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