Archive-name: School/safesex3.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Safesex - 3 I went to the bathroom to get the K-Y and a couple of condoms, and just like in a poorly written movie I found myself looking in the mirror. I thought, "proud of yourself?" No backing out now. I felt guilt, but reasoned that we were both going to get what we wanted. Beside, she needed major help with her self-esteem, and right now maybe just totally giving herself to a man was what she needed. That's the kind of logic a horny man sometimes resorts to. While in the bathroom I decided to try to pee, but couldn't. The erection I was sporting probably had something to do with that. No pee, just a couple of drops of seminal fluid oozed out. No matter, I didn't really need to, and in a few minutes it wouldn't be much of a priority. I heard the bedsprings briefly squeak in the other room. Obedient girl. I wondered if, in spite of all my caution, I was letting myself get set up in some sort of con game. But I didn't see how, since I was so sure I had her pegged correctly. If this was a con, it was an all-time great one. I went to the closet to get my Polaroid (the 35mm would be better, but I wanted the discretion that instant photography offers), and checked that the safety lock on the front door was set. It wasn't, and I set it. Why hadn't I thought of that earlier? Mighty funny photos someone waiting outside the door could have come in and taken three minutes ago. This thought made me chuckle at myself, and reinforced my conviction that no nasty surprises were in store for me. It's a good thing there's no history of cardiac trouble in my family, because once again my heart started pounding hard as I walked toward the bedroom. I strode in, and as I expected Amy was lying naked, on her back, on top of my bed. She had turned on the nightstand light, at its lowest setting, so my view was only dim. I hadn't even speculated on how she would look from the waist down, I had been so preoccupied with her top, but she was no disappointment. Her legs were together, so I couldn't have seen everything even if the light had been brighter, but her pubic hair was soft looking. The hair only reached a couple of inches above her pubic bone, maybe less, and I imagined that she could wear the most revealing bathing suits with confidence. Or maybe she just kept it trimmed. I was looking forward to studying this matter. I put my paraphernalia on the dresser at the foot of the bed, guessing that she would not see what I had brought in. She raised herself slightly onto her elbows, spread her legs maybe an inch, and looked at me, apparently waiting for me to start the ceremonies. Ever passive. I walked over to the nightstand next to the bed, turned up the light to its brightest level, and went back to the wall switch and turned on the ceiling light. The light was harsh, but I wanted a good look. I could see that her pubic hair was about the same medium brown as the hair on her head, or maybe even lighter. They say pubic hair is always darker, but I'm not sure that's such a hard and fast rule. At least it wasn't with Amy. Maybe it only seemed lighter because it was so sparse and fine. I spoke. "Um, I think you are getting a little ahead of the game, Amy. Sit up, and get into a kneeling position." She complied, and folded her hands in her lap. I told her to spread her legs, and she did a little bit. Then I told her to take her finger and rub her cunt until she had permission to stop. She hesitated, and I asked her if I needed to show her how. She shook her head and began doing as she was told. I wondered if her hesitation was due to the nature of the request, or due to the fact I had said cunt. I didn't care, as long as she went along. This was my chance to have things my way. I quickly undressed in front of her, taking off my underpants last. See, it had been worth checking that they were clean. She watched me as I undressed, and kept her eyes on my penis as it bobbed when it came free, but her face was expressionless and I assumed she was watching only because she thought I expected her to. I asked, "are you getting turned on?" and she said "yes". I probed, "are you turned on by your finger, or from watching me?" She replied, "both". I felt like I was playing a game of twenty questions, but decided that now was not the moment to ask her to elaborate. As near as I could see, or hear, her pussy was still pretty dry, so I didn't put much stock in her answer anyway. "Of course, you were already pretty hot, from having me play with your boobs, huh?" "Um hmm." I wanted her to remember her dining room lesson. I'm no student of psychology, but it seemed like the right approach, to keep hammering away at her insecurities. I joined her on the bed, also kneeling, and shifted around until we were facing knee to knee. I put my hand on her hand as it moved around her cunt, and after half a minute told her that she could stop. "I like to be with a woman when she's good and hot," I lied. Well, I mean, I like a hot woman, but I lied in implying that I thought this one was hot yet. "You'll have to keep it in control, though, and not let your lust get in the way of what I want." I took her face in my hands, leaned forward, and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips parted, and I tasted her tongue. She reached up and put her hands behind my head, and rocked her head gently back and forth to add passion to her kiss. Simulated passion, of course. After a little of this, I pulled back and said, "here, I want you to put your hand here," and put her right hand on my left thigh, "and this hand here," and put her other hand on my right thigh. I resumed kissing her, and she began massaging my legs. I broke away again and said, "no, just rest your hands there," and went back to kissing her. I didn't have any handcuffs, and didn't know anything about bondage anyway, but this might be the next best thing, to see if she would keep herself immobilized on my command. Keeping one hand behind her head while I kissed her, I used my other hand to begin playing with her nipples again, first one, then the other, back and forth. I heard her go "mmm" as we kissed. She had learned her lesson well. I put my hands on her cheeks and pulled her face away from mine, tilting her head downward, and began lightly pushing her head, prepared to add more pressure if needed. She allowed me to push her down until the top of her head was around my chest, then resisted, as if she only then realized what I was intending. "I have something else I'd like you to kiss," I said. I let her shift her weight slightly, then resume pressing, this time a little harder. She let herself be folded down until her mouth was near my penis. I then put my hands on her hands, so as to remind her not to move them from my thighs. She started kissing the tip of my cock without further instruction, not too accurately since neither she nor I was doing anything to hold it steady. After a half minute of love pecks, I told her, "kiss it all over." She shifted her weight again and kissed it up and down the shaft. I let her do this for another minute, then told her, "now go back and just kiss the top of it." I used my right hand to steady my penis, and she seemed to understand, and passively resist, what was about to happen. In spite of the fact that moments earlier she had had her mouth next to the tip, she now kissed all around under the head of my cock but not squarely on top. I put my other hand under her chin to lift her head slightly so that she was kissing the tip in spite of herself. Then I slipped a finger between her lips and separated them. She pretended not to catch on to what I had in mind, which was fine since I was perfectly willing to be explicit. Slowly I worked my finger between her teeth, and thereupon pushed down on her lower jaw to indicate she should open her mouth. She didn't comply quickly, but she didn't actively resist either. When I had half of the head of my cock in her open mouth, I stated, "this is getting you more and more turned on, isn't it?" She nodded slightly and said "um hmm". "Go ahead then," I said, and pushed downward on the back of her head. She allowed the head of my cock to slide in, and I let her stop there. She didn't seem to have any clear idea of what to do at this juncture. Despite all my fantasizing about her during the evening, I hadn't stopped to consider whether she'd be any good at this. From what I could tell, this might be her first time doing it. I reminded myself to take it real slowly, since the last thing I needed was to make her gag. On the other hand, she probably didn't know where to draw the line, so if I was patient enough I could probably get her to perform some amount of deep throat if she was capable of it. I tried to figure out a way to let her know what to do, without accusing her of not knowing. Besides, she surely knew, at least in theory, and just needed to be encouraged to start. "Does it turn you on to suck it?" was the best I could come up with. Her reply of "um hmm" was equally unimaginative, although you could make allowances for the fact that it's difficult to be eloquent when there's someone's cock in her mouth. She began giving a little more action. "Watch out for your teeth," I cautioned as she began to scrape rather than tease. I'd let her do it her own way for a while before trying to instruct her. Not that I was such an expert. My only expertise was as a recipient, and even that was awfully limited. In my highly aroused state, she didn't have to be a trained expert to quickly bring me to a pre-orgasmic peak anyway, and I wanted to make this last. So I periodically took my cock out of her mouth, touching her nose and cheek with it, then putting it back in. "You're very good," I told her. What the hey, give her a little encouragement. "Your tongue is so good," I added, hoping she would take the hint and ease up on the teeth a little. I repeated this process of putting it in, taking it out. Each time, I put it in a little deeper than before, although still not even halfway. There was plenty of time, and hurrying it could only spoil things. After a few minutes of this, I pulled out again and sat there watching her. She waited for a bit to see what I was going to do next, and when I didn't do anything immediately she looked up at me. I placed my hands on hers, which were still rooted to their spot on my thighs, and asked her, "what do you call this?", and she paused before replying thickly, "oral sex." "No," I corrected, pointing to my penis, "what do you call this thing you are sucking?" "Your thing, uh, your penis." She said the word like it was a foreign term. "That's just the medical term. You surely call it something when you are talking with your girlfriends? A dick, a cock, a prick, a pecker?" She thought for a moment, straightened her back somewhat to face me, then shyly returned my smile and said, "some of the girls in the dorm call it a cock." "If you didn't call it that, what would you call it, a dick, or a prick, or a pecker?" "A dick, I guess." There was just a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice. "You don't like to call it a prick or a pecker?" "No." I waited to see if she would elaborate. She said, "that's what gross guys call it." "Or gross girls?" "Yeah." "OK then," I said, "from now on you are NOT to call it a penis or a dick or a cock. When you want to suck it, you say 'may I please suck your pecker', or 'may I please suck your prick'. Go ahead, try it now for me." The smile disappeared from her face. "May I please suck your pe-pecker?" she asked in a wooden voice, the word seeming to stick in her throat. "Yes you may," I replied cheerfully. As she bent back down and fit it into her mouth again, I added, "and by the way, I've changed my mind. You are not to refer to it as a pecker anymore either. Only the word 'prick' will be acceptable." She made no sound, other than the soft slurping and smacking associated with the act she was performing on me, but my guess was that she would remember to use the right vocabulary. She would remember who was boss. I pushed her head as far down on my cock as she could comfortably take it, which was still only about halfway. A man has a chance to be introspective when he is being given head. I pondered the change in my personality that night. Or rather, the side of my personality I was allowing to come forward. Never during my time with Caryn had I tried to dominate her the way I was beginning to dominate Amy. Caryn was not the type of woman to be dominated. And the few women I had dated since the divorce, well, I was always trying to be gentlemanly with them, so I never approached them in this way. It never even occurred to me to do so. It was different with Amy. Her needs were straightforward: a good grade. If somehow I insulted her and she walked out, so what? She wasn't going to cause any trouble, I judged. I could allow myself to be more free with her than I ever had been with a woman before. Whether or not it was a "good" side of me, it was a side I enjoyed. For once, I was getting things my own way. I suddenly realized I had better pull out or I would come right then. Because, I had other plans for where my load of sperm was going to go. "That's enough of that for now. You are very good, and later I'd like to teach you a few tricks you may not know. But now, how would you like a nice backrub?" Amy straightened up partway, looked at me, and said, "sure." I wouldn't say she exactly lit up at the notion, but her relief was evident. Probably because she was getting tired, and also because she figured that receiving a backrub was safe. She had gotten away cheap and hadn't had to let me come in her mouth. She turned around and lay on her stomach, with her head on the pillow, and I straddled her thighs, poking my penis at the crevice between her legs just under her buns. I began massaging her shoulders, and as I leaned forward I allowed my penis to probe the spot it was at. Amy kept her legs together, not tightly, but enough so my penis didn't get very far. That was OK; I just wanted her to know it was there, and wonder what I had in mind. I give pretty good backrubs, you know, and I didn't spare the effort with her. After a while I said, "I don't know if you deserve such special treatment, Amy. Our deal was that I'd give you an A if you took care of me, and here I am taking care of you." "Do you want me to rub your back now?" "No, that won't be necessary. Lie still." I got off of the bed and went to the dresser, and as I put on a condom I continued, "pull your knees up under your tummy." She did as she was told, her head on the pillow at the head of the bed, facing away from me. She was lying on the bed all folded up like an accordion. I picked up the tube of K-Y. I asked her, "are you ready for me to fuck your cunt?" She said, "yes," and I told her, "Lift your bottom in the air, so I can see it. Higher." She complied; she was ready for me to penetrate her. I walked back over to the bed. "Now spread your knees apart a little. No, a little more, so your cunt is wide open for me." I climbed onto the bed behind her, opened the tube, and applied some jelly to the condom. I asked her again, "do you want me to fuck you now?" "Yes." "When you speak to me you must show your respect and call me sir." I waited, but she didn't say anything, so I repeated, "do you want me to fuck you now?" "Yes, sir." My heart again was pounding. She was letting me dominate her. "Tell me what you want me to do." "F-Fuck me, sir." "When you ask me to do something for you, you must say please. Ask me again." "Please fuck me, sir." "Is your cunt wide open for me?" "Yes, sir". "Tell me." "My cunt is wide open for you, sir." "Tell me how I should do it." Silence. "Tell me what you want me to put, and where." "Your pri-i-ick in my cunt." "Say it with respect." "Please put your prick in my cunt, sir." I rubbed some jelly on her asshole. Before she could react, I had pulled her bottom down a little bit and forced the head of my cock into her ass. "I don't know if you've ever had this done to you before. If not, my best advice is to remain as still as possible." I adjusted my stance, and pushed in, pulled out a little, pushed in again. "It may hurt a little, but it'll only hurt worse if you try to move. I'll try to be careful." I continued to work my way in, two millimeters forward and one millimeter back. This was only my second time for this, and doubtless her first, but for a couple of neophytes we weren't doing too bad. Besides, even her incompetent attempt at a blowjob had gotten me to the point that this didn't have to take too long. I was in nearly halfway. "Try to relax and let me do the work. You've got a real nice asshole; we'll have to do this, uh, more, uh, uh...". If there's anything more ridiculous looking or sounding than a person having an orgasm, I'd like to know of it. Or maybe I wouldn't. Anyway, there's no point in describing the next few seconds, except to say that I was overly ready for it and it was a major relief. I hadn't even worked up a sweat in the process. I withdrew and, grabbing a wad of kleenex, gingerly removed the condom and wiped her butt clean. I had finally found something imperfect about Amy: her butthole was poopy inside like anybody else's! I checked her bottom for any traces of blood, but she was fine. I didn't figure I could have hurt her, since I hadn't had to get at all rambunctious. I rolled her over onto her side, and lay down beside her, facing her. There were tears on her cheeks again, but I pretended I didn't notice. "How was that?" I asked with mock politeness. "I don't really like that," she said. "Well, you did just fine. We won't have to do that all the time when you are here." I had been very hard on her mentally, and it seemed that now was a time to loosen up a little and acknowledge her feelings. But only a little, at least yet. I had something I needed to do first. I got out of bed and stood up. "I'm going to take your picture." Amy rolled slightly so that her face was buried in the bedspread. "I know you intend to keep your part of our bargain, and not cause any trouble. But I need some protection in case you were to change your mind after you got your A. You know what I mean?" I went to the dresser, and picked up the camera. Amy didn't move. "Come on, I'm not going to show them to anybody. They'll just be for me." I stepped by the side of the bed, and rolled Amy onto her back. "Why do you want to be so mean to me?" she asked through her tears. "I'm not being mean, I'm just making you live up to your end of the bargain. Do you want to just forget the whole thing?" She didn't say anything, just sniffled a little; her nose was running. She was crying a lot more than I expected. I handed her a kleenex, and she blew her nose. I had been harder on her than I had realized, and there was some risk in offering her an easy way out. But if she stayed through this and came back for more next week, I knew I would have an obedient partner for the rest of the quarter. She was silent. "OK then, prop yourself up on your elbows." She did and I went back to the end of the bed and pointed the camera at her. She turned her head away just before I snapped the shutter. The photo came out, and I set it on the dresser to develop. "Pull your knees up and spread your legs." More tears, but she obeyed. This was my first clear look at all of her pussy, but I was preoccupied with taking a good photo before she changed her mind. "Look over here." The camera clicked and whirred again. "OK, that's all." I stood by the dresser and watched the photos develop, and Amy lay back down on her back, her knees still up. "I'm going to keep them in a safe place, so don't bother having someone break in and try to steal them. No one has to see them as long as you keep quiet about this." The pictures were ready. The focus wasn't sharp, Amy's eyes were red and her hair I now noticed was a mess. Not what I'd send to Playboy, but I now had my insurance policy. I sat down at the foot of the bed and looked at her. "I need to go pee," she said. I nodded, and she got up and waddled out the door. Geez, maybe I had hurt her butt after all. I heard her blow her nose again, and then it was several minutes before I heard the toilet flush. I sat on the bed and waited. I'd offer her something to drink when she got back, but no reason to get something now. So I just sat and monitored the state of my penis. Its erection was disappearing, but it was not going completely back to its unaroused state either. It could be coaxed. I wasn't eighteen anymore, and twice in one night was probably going to be about all I could comfortably muster. Anything more than that would have to be for her sake, and I was pretty sure that twice would be more than she wanted anyway. She still hadn't come back, and I was worried that maybe something was the matter. I debated whether to let her have her privacy or to check that she was all right. Finally I heard the sink faucet. She let it run for almost a minute. Another round of nose blowing, the sound of the bathroom door opening, the faint sound of her bare feet on the hallway carpet. She came back into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed, rather than at the foot of the bed by me. She was walking much more easily now, and I felt reassured that I hadn't injured her. You could still tell she had been crying, but she was much more composed. She had carefully rearranged her hair into something resembling its customary perfect order, tied back with the clip. She picked up her underpants and started to put them back on, but I told her not to. "Would you like something to drink?" I offered. She mumbled, "no." "Come on, some pop, or I've got some beer, or would you like something stronger?" I figured that giving liquor to a minor would be rather inconsequential, at this point. ("I realize, your honor, that sodomizing an unwilling woman is not worthy of the court's attention, but I intend to prove to the court that the defendant gave my client a BEER!") She said nothing, so I got up and went to the kitchen. I decided to just give her soda pop, rather than anything alcoholic. She'd been through a lot, and might resent it if she thought I was trying to lower her inhibitions further with drink. Maybe I was being overly cautious again, but I didn't know her well, and some people are hung up about alcohol. I chuckled at the thought of trying to guess what she might be capable of with lowered inhibitions. Would my heretofore untested sexual creativity be up to the challenge? I returned to the bedroom with two glasses of pop, and sat on the middle of the bed, next to Amy, who had moved there during my brief absence. She cautiously sniffed her drink, took a sip, then took a longer swallow. Her demeanor became a little less gloomy. Did she interpret the non-alcoholic drink as a little peace offering? We both sat naked, legs folded Indian style, in the middle of my bed, drinking Seven Ups. "I'm sorry if you thought I was being mean." "Well, I was expecting one thing, and then you did that, and it hurt and you didn't care." "I didn't hear you say anything. Does it still hurt?" "A little." "Well, if it still hurts tomorrow you should go see the doctor at the campus clinic. You don't have to tell him about us. Just tell him that you and your boyfriend were experimenting." "I think I'll be all right." The shame of telling anything to the doctor would give her plenty of motivation to recover quickly on her own. I wanted to continue in that vein. "I wasn't trying to be mean, you know. I just let you know what I wanted. Our agreement is that you do what I want when you are here. Well, I wanted you to suck my prick, then I wanted to fuck you in the ass, then I wanted to take your picture. You did everything just the way I wanted. You were just doing what you agreed to, and you did just fine." I put my right arm around her back, and I was delighted, and maybe just slightly amazed, that she snuggled a little bit next to me. I asked her about her boyfriend. "Yeah, his name is Mark. He's really nice. He's in the marching band." And I suppose she's a cheerleader. How Norman Rockwell. She told me more about him. It was the first topic we'd hit upon that she seemed to open up about. I made all the amateur pop-psych inferences you might expect, especially in light of her activities with me tonight. I wondered if Mark knew how far he could take her if he wanted. I was pretty sure she was new to this tonight. Do you love him, I asked. "Yes, our parents want us to wait until after school to get married, but I want to do it now." I told her I thought her parents were probably right. Is he a good lover, I asked after a while. She was opening up to me nicely. "We've only done it twice. One time we were alone in his parents' cabin all afternoon, and he got kind of, you know, insistent. I should have stopped him. But he was lying on top of me, and kind of slipped my panties off and did it. That was when he told me he loved me." Oh, puhleeze, gimme a break. "One other time we were taking a walk in the woods, and we sat down in this place away from the path, and we were kissing, and I was, you know...". She placed her hand on my thigh and brought it up toward my cock briefly. "Playing with his prick?" "Yeah, and he said he couldn't wait. I didn't want to do it out in the open like that, but he said I shouldn't do that to him and then not, you know, help him out. I wanted to wait until we got back and then I'd, you know. I shouldn't have started rubbing him there, in the woods, I guess. He started lying on top of me like the other time, and...". Her voice faded. Real nice move, "Mark". Sounds like rape to me, Stud. I asked, "so you don't usually have a physical relationship with him?" "Oh, you mean like do I make him wait forever? I know a guy can't go forever without, you know, um. I do that for him when he needs it, um, when we are alone, you know?" I was not totally clear what she meant, although I had sort of the idea, and felt an erection coming on. No way to cross my legs to hide it this time, like back in my office earlier that day. (Had it only been that afternoon?) Besides, why should I want to? "What do you mean?", I said flirtatiously. She smiled and cast her eyes downward and almost giggled, "you know." "What?", I teased back, and held her closer. She looked at my face. "I use my hand on him." "What? I thought just guys knew about that." She giggled charmingly. "You see what's happening to my prick?" "It's getting bigger. Didn't you already, um...?" Could a pretty nineteen year old be so ignorant of male anatomy and habits? "Sure. Doesn't mean I wouldn't like to go again. How about if you show me how you do it to Mark." I'd let her be in charge for a while; she was starting to have a little fun. She took hold of my cock at the base and gave it a squeeze. My semi-erection fleshed out almost immediately. I tilted my head and her mouth met mine. We kissed wetly for a while, and we slowly reclined ourselves until we were lying down. She continued to knead my cock very satisfactorily. I slipped my arm out from under her back, and got on top, straddling her waist. She tugged and squeezed at my cock as I bent down and resumed kissing her. This went on for a total of about five minutes, when I disconnected from her mouth and straightened my back. "You do that very well," I said, truthfully for once. "Aren't I doing it right?" she asked, looking inquisitively into my eyes. "Couldn't be better. Why?" "You still didn't, um..." Quite a picture I was getting of old Markie. Rapist, premature ejaculator, sousaphone player. "Come? Well, this is my second time tonight, after all. How about if I show you something Mark would like?" Amy smiled and said suspiciously, "Whaaat?" I slid up her body until my knees were under her armpits. "Most men like a good blowjob. Let me show you how I like it, so you can finish what you started when you were sucking me before." I put my thumb on her chin, and she opened immediately. I put my cock in her mouth about as far as I had previously, and let her close around it. She rubbed her tongue as best she could, given the limitations of space inside. I slowly drew my cock out, slid it back in, then back out entirely, and let it dangle above her waiting mouth. "You know what's the secret of a great blowjob?" She closed her mouth and shook her head. "Sucking. Nothing complicated. Just suck it as I pull it out, then open up and let me put it in again, over and over. The deeper you can take it in, the better." "But it's alre..." she started, as I pushed back in. She tried, and while I can't say the results were perfect, she showed a definite improvement. I pushed to the back of her throat each time, and each time pulled out slightly less far. I was pushing, trying to see if she could take it all the way. The thought of Needledick the Bugfucker suddenly came to mind, and I envied him. But my tool was no bigger than the guys in those movies, less than some, so I knew it could be done. "Urghh" came the sound below me, and I realized I'd hit her gag reflex. I pulled out. "Whoops! Sorry. You all right?" "Yeah. But it's back all the way. It made me gag." I was going to have to give her some hints, which I didn't have. I took a guess, based on something I'd heard. "It's not that hard. The key is to use a swallowing motion. Here, let me put it back in, and don't exactly suck, just try and pretend you are drinking a glass of water." A glass of water while flat on her back, right. I pushed, and got another gag reflex in reply. "It's OK, just relax and try again." I put it back in, a smidgen less far, and let her take a couple of practice swallows. "Swallow hard. Pretend it's a really big glass of water." Linda Lovelace would have cringed, or probably just laughed, at my feeble advice. She swallowed once, and on the second swallow I glided my cock inward. It went a little further than before, then she gagged. Again I pulled out. I didn't need her vomiting on me. I ran to the kitchen and got another bottle of pop, pondering whether some liquor would be better. No, probably not. I brought the pop to her, said "take a sip", and lay on the bed on my back, my cock standing up like a statue. "Here, maybe it'll be easier if you are on top. Get on top of me, and rest on your elbows on the bed." Without a lot of enthusiasm, she complied. "If you can get the hang of this, Mark will love you forever. Hold my prick with your hand, and put it in your mouth." She slid my cock into her mouth again, as far as it would go. "Now start swallowing, and see if you can get it deeper." I lightly put my hand on the back of her head, not to push but just to offer encouragement. She tried again. She bobbed her head down as she made a swallowing noise, then tried to raise back up. My hand stopped her. "No, don't take it out. Just keep trying." She bobbed down again as she swallowed, backed off, bobbed again, backed off, again. After half a minute of this I raised my head slightly to have a look. She was not really getting any more of it in. "That's pretty good," I falsely complimented her, "can you just keep it in now?" As she bobbed downward, I increased the pressure on her head, and she did not try to back off. Suddenly she started struggling, and I let her pull out. "I can't breathe," she panted. "Oh, yeah, sorry. That was great. Do that again." She took a few breaths and began again. It was not actually deep throat, but it wasn't bad. I let her up when she needed to. After a couple of deep breaths, she went at it again, this time more quickly. "Now see if you can suck it," I suggested. She moved her throat muscles slightly but after a few seconds had to come up for air. "You are great. That's just fine." She cycled through three more times, going down, coming back up for air. I decided to switch positions again. "Now, how about if you lie back down and see if you can keep doing it that way." She got down, and I remounted her face. I don't know that it was so much the dominance of the position, as it was a matter of plumbing. It just felt nicer pointing down into her than up. I placed her hands on my butt, poked my penis part way into her mouth, and let her set the pace. "Let go of my butt when you need to breathe." I humped gently, and she made what sucking motion she could. When she let go of my butt, I pulled out and let her catch her breath. She really was not making much progress in taking me deep, but by this time I didn't really care. "I think one more of those and I'll come. Are you ready?" She took me back into her mouth, I felt myself go past the point of no return (orgasmically speaking), and began to ejaculate. As the first spurt came, I began pulling out, to let her taste what she was getting. I stayed in her mouth until the spasms stopped, then told her "swallow what you've got so far, and suck hard to get the last few drops." She did that, and I slowly withdrew. I collapsed beside her. She was making a funny little swallowing sound, evidently unfamiliar with and unprepared for the aftertaste. I turned her head toward me, and kissed her soundly. "I hope you'll remember how you did that. That was great." The word great was getting trite, but I didn't care. I slipped my arm under her neck and cuddled her. "That was your first time, wasn't it?" "Um hmm", she cooed. "Well, remember to always swallow all the come you get. It's good for you. Lots of protein. You sure are a good learner," I added. "If you applied your learning talents to math, you'd be getting an A+ and I would never have found out about this particular talent you have." She didn't reply, and I mentally chided myself for being insensitive about her difficulties in my class. We lay there for a while, I stroking her hair, and then she said, "Can I ask you, um, a question?" "What?" "Are you gay?" Huh? Here I was lying in bed naked with a beautiful woman, basking in the afterglow of my second orgasm, and she wonders if I like boys? "Whaddaya mean, gay?" "Well," she said, "you've been with me all night and haven't wanted to make love to me." My oh my, what a narrow view of sex she had. Either that, or I was a real Hugh Hefner, mister sexual sophisticate. Of course, she had a bit of a point; the things she and I had done so far I could have done with a guy. Still, I rationalized that it's not what you do so much as whom you do it with; I didn't care to explore that line of thought much further. I was surprised at the familiar tone she was taking with me. I wondered if I needed to nip that in the bud. I removed my arm from under her and sat up. "Look", I lectured, "I'm not your boyfriend. I'm not gonna be your boyfriend. Get that straight. Don't go trying to fall in love with me. It doesn't matter to you whether I am gay, straight, or do it with poodles. When you are here, you have only one goal, and that is to be the biggest slut you can be. Our deal is, each week, you will do what I ask of you, no more and no less. Understand me?" She smiled and said yes. I asked, "so, you want me to fuck you?" and she said casually, "if you want to." "Then ask me." "Make love to me." "I don't make love, I fuck. Ask again." She hesitated, the foul word sticking in her throat. "Fuck me." "What do you call me?" "Sir." "Ask me again, with respect." "Would you please fuck me, sir." But there was a sarcastic edge to her voice, which I had not heard from her before. She was testing me. I got up and walked to the bedroom door. "All right, if you are going to take that tone, our agreement is over. You think this is all some sort of damn joke? 'Would you please fuck me, sir'." I mimicked her vocal inflection. "If you are going to have that attitude, put your damn clothes on right now and go the hell home. I'm going to the other room, and if you still want your grade you had better come out and beg me to fuck you. With respect." And I went to the dining room and sat at the table where we had been studying. I didn't expect to have to wait long, and she didn't disappoint. She followed me out of the bedroom with a worried look on her face. "Would you please..." "Hold it. Come here." I stood up. She came over and I pulled her close to me and put my hand on her shoulders. "If you are going to beg, get down on your knees." She sank to her knees, and I pushed firmly as she went. "All right. Go ahead." "Would you please fuck me, sir?" She had the desired tone of humility. I decided to press the advantage. "Is that how you beg? That's asking. I don't believe you want it. Look at me when you speak." She looked up, and darned if she didn't fold her hands like she was praying. "Sir, um, I humbly beg you to please fuck me. Um, I am sorry if I, um, displeased you." She left out the part about her being a miserable servant and all that, but I think my point had been made. "Now, as you can see, my prick is not hard. Think about what you'd like to do to remedy that, to get me ready, and be sure to ask me with respect." Without hesitation, she