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Kriste was jarred awake, and fear paralyzed her as
she felt invisible hands groping, pulling and
pinching at her flesh. Her mind spun in a haze of
shock and disbelief as she gradually realized what
was happening. She was being punished!
It was the dreaded "hazing of the unpopular, and it
was unbelievable that her classmates were actually
inflicting it on her. She could hear urgent
whispering by men around her bed, and felt hands
groping at her breasts and pinching her nipples.
Someone was fondling her crotch; there was a hand
over her mouth; and more hands were holding her
arms and legs immobile.
It seemed to go on forever; Kriste twisted and
squirmed, trying vainly to fight off her tor-
mentors. When someone forced his fingers inside her
vagina, pushing them in deep, she couldn't hold
back any longer.
A strangled sound came from her throat, and she
began to sob uncontrollably. The cadets who'd been
molesting her realized that they'd done enough, and
quickly dispersed to their own dorm rooms, leaving
the young woman huddled in a ball, sobbing quietly.
Her humiliation was complete. How could she face
them in the morning? How could she go on after
She had been so proud, so excited, when the letter
with the congressional letterhead arrived, in-
forming her that she'd been nominated to attend
the Air Force Academy. She was on cloud nine for
the whole last semester of her freshman year at
Having planned and worked toward such a moment ever
since her sophomore year in high school, actually
to be accepted had been a pinnacle of achievement.
Kriste arrived in Colorado Springs all by herself,
and though she tried to make herself agreeable the
obvious fact that many of the male cadets resented
her presence had thrown cold water on her
enthusiasm. They had continually harassed both her
and her roommate, Darleen, the only female cadet
at the academy during that winter term.
The pressure placed on them had been almost over-
whelming, but Kriste remained positive, and was
determined to succeed, no matter what. Moreover,
she intended it to be on merit, and not by
following the path Darleen had taken.
She looked over at Darleen's empty bed and wondered
if she was fucking the group captain again. If
Darleen had been in their room as she was supposed
to be, the attack to which Kriste had just been
subjected to would probably not have happened. Her
thoughts were bitter as she rocked back and forth,
still sobbing, unable to control the feelings of
loneliness washing over her.
Slowly her sobs reduced to the occasional sniff,
and a determined expression transformed her pretty
face. Her thoughts turned towards home, to school
friends, and she was swept by longing for friends
Kriste glanced at her roommate's empty bed again
and thought grimly: 'I'd rather die than follow
Darleen's example. I'll just have to take it.'
She understood why her roommate had taken the group
captain as a lover. It had stopped the other men on
base from hitting on her, whereas Kriste had to
continually fend off such advances. She thought
bitterly: 'I just want to become a combat pilot,
not to date the whole damn squadron! Why can't
they give me a little respect? What's wrong with
me, anyway? Why don't they like me?'
What she'd experienced only moments ago was pro-
bably retaliation for the continual rejection by
her of advances made by the male classmates. Some
of the guys in her training platoon obviously
thought it a great joke to hit on her. At first she
used to explain to them why she thought it wasn't
a good idea to be romantically involved. When that
didn't work, she had become more blunt. She knew
that they called her a "lezbo", and "the ice
queen", behind her back, but she tried to ignore
it. After all, she had a goal, and she didn't want
anything or anybody getting in the way.
Kriste shivered when she thought that this same
"lesson" might well be "taught" her again. She
hadn't had that much experience with boys in high
school, most of her extra time being taken up with
ROTC activities and a rigorous exercise and
training schedule after school. She wanted to be
fully prepared if she ever got the chance to become
an Air Force combat pilot. She wanted to be the
best there ever was, to do something special with
The realization that this nocturnal incident had
been the first time she'd ever had her body touched
by a man made her cry again. Her dreams were of a
knight in shining armor, not a bunch of grubby
unseen hands grabbing and pulling at her. It hadn't
been anything close to proper sex, not at all like
the stories her girlfriends used to tell each other
about their own experiences with boys.
Kriste had never had any stories to tell, but her
friends admired her anyway for what she was trying
to accomplish. Moreover, becoming popular at school
had always come easily to her. Here at the academy,
though, things were different.
Her blonde, peaches-and-cream good looks were
almost a liability. For the first time in her life
Kriste wished she had been born a man, or even an
ugly woman; then maybe they'd just leave her alone
to pursue her dream unmolested.
She lay restless in her bunk, unable to sleep. Dawn
had begun to show its cold light through the bar-
racks window when she heard her roommate stumble
over something as she made her way into their room.
"Krissy, you awake?" asked Darleen.
Kriste considered pretending to be asleep, not
wanting to talk just then. She was still mad at
Darleen for breaking the rules, thus leaving her
vulnerable to last night's attack. She realized,
however, that Darleen would persist until she was
answered - it was her way.
She put on a sarcastic tone of voice: "Yes, Dar,
I'm awake. Did you and Ron have fun last night?"
Darleen sat down on her own bunk and pulled her
T-shirt over her head, carelessly exposing her
breasts to anyone who might be passing the half-
open door. She'd obviously come straight from her
lover; her nipples were swollen and pink, as if
someone had been sucking them.
Kriste felt a stirring deep in the pit of her
stomach as she thought about what her roommate
must have been doing all night.
Darleen noticed her stare, and smiled complacently.
"Yeah, he was up to it all right. And how did you
enjoy your evening?"
The bitch! So she knew what had happened last
night! Had she known before, or only afterwards?
"I didn't sleep all that well. And if you're
referring to what some of our fellow cadets did to
me last night, I just want to say: thanks for
Darleen felt a little sorry that she'd treated the
matter as a joke, but she hated not being as strong
as Kriste, and it made her feel a little better
about herself to have her roommate taken down a peg
"I'm sorry, Krissy; I didn't know it was going
to happen, honest! I just heard about it a few
minutes ago as I was going down the hall. All the
guys were talking about it, and David told several
of them how stupid they were, and that you could
make a complaint against them. I heard him say he
wouldn't blame you if you did."
Kriste had no intention of making a formal
complaint, but as the day wore on, and sly looks
from some of the men in her training platoon made
her re-live last night's humiliation, she realized
that she'd have to do something.
That evening she requested an interview with one of
the base counselors for morning sick-call.
Making it through the night without incident,
Kriste showed up in front of Lt. Beal's office for
her 7am appointment. The young woman hadn't pre-
viously taken advantage of any medical services,
and wasn't too happy about doing so now, but she
felt she had to talk to someone other than Darleen
about her fears and anxieties.
Lt. Beal turned to be an old war horse with over
twenty five years in the Air Force. Kriste was
disappointed when she realize that she would get
no sympathy there. Lt. Beal's solution was a
"Girl, you sound a little uptight to me. When I was
you're age, I'd have paid to get a bunch of hand-
some cadets to feel me up. I suggest you consider
making some lucky young man a little gift of that
virginity of yours. Have some good sex, and you'll
be right as rain."
Walking to Logistics class, the phrase "make some
young man a gift of that virginity of yours" kept
running through Kriste's head. At nineteen, she
hadn't yet had any kind of sex with another person.
Could she herself be the problem? Was she the one
who was strange? Might she have brought the events
of the other night on herself by being so uptight
about sex? The question preyed on her mind all day.
She knew what she'd wanted, and boys weren't part
of it. But now, on the threshold of realizing
everything she'd worked for so long, it was turning
out to be a disaster. None of her classmates liked
her and she couldn't make any friends. Maybe she
was going about it the wrong way.
As Kriste sat alone at dinner that evening, a
distracted look on her face, a young cadet came
and sat beside her.
"Mind if I sit here, sweety?"
Normally Kriste would have said something like:
"Hey, don't call me sweety. I have a name, you
know!" Now, however, she just looked at him and
smiled wanly. He was John Davenport, the guy with
the rich family from Boston. Kriste had never
really liked him; to her he seemed just a loud-
mouth. During actual flight training she'd per-
formed much better than him, and he'd been less
than gracious about it.
On an impulse she said: "Would you like to go out
with me tonight?"
Johnny, for once, didn't have any smart comeback.
For an awkward moment he just sat there with his
mouth open. But at last he recovered his composure.
"Sure, honey, I'd like that just fine. But what
made you change your mind about dating?"
Kriste took a deep breath and said, in a determined
voice: "I've decided to have sex with a man, and
you're it. So how about it?" She felt so nervous
that she almost fainted; the decision to offer
herself to a classmate had taken all her courage.
She'd ignored sex all her life, but here she was,
effectively asking a man to fuck her. Her heart was
pounding as she waited for his reply.
As for Johnny Davenport, he was almost speechless,
stuttering: "S.se.sex.? With me? I don't get it?"
Kriste stood up, dinner tray in hand, and said in
a voice that she hoped sounded inviting: "You'll
'get it' all right tonight, I promise you. But do
me a favor and keep it secret, will you?" She
looked at the young man until, as if awakening
from a trance, he came to life and said: "Ah...
sure, sweety. I promise... our little secret..."
Kriste stood for a moment longer looking down at
him, then turned to go, saying over her shoulder:
"I'll meet you in town at the Blue Bird. Why don't
you get a room for us."
Kriste hurried back to her dorm room, a vicious
case of butterflies beating around in her stomach.
Darleen was dressing for that night's date. "You
meeting Ron in town tonight, Darleen?"
Her roommate grinned and nodded. She was pulling on
one of her short skirts, which barely covered her
bottom. Kriste wondered how she could sit without
making a show of herself; then she thought: 'But
that's probably the idea.'
Returning to the question she really wanted to
ask, Kriste said: "Would you mind dropping me off
Darleen shot her one of her 'Darleen' looks. "What,
at the library?" She was being sarcastic, but
Kriste didn't notice. She was so nervous and con-
fused that she actually said: "No, I'm meeting
Johnny at the Blue Bird, and I just need a ride,
Darleen turned to look at her roommate. "You're
what? You and Johnny? Oh man, now I've heard every-
thing. Why'd you pick a jerk like that to go out
Kriste looked hurt for a moment, but then, trying
to sound confident, she said: "I'm not marrying
the man. I just need to lose my cherry, and I think
Her roommate must have thought of something funny,
because she laughed. However, she agreed to drop
Kriste off at the motel.
It was after eight when Darleen left Kriste in the
motel parking lot. At the last moment, Darleen,
feeling some concern for her roommate, said: "Do
you want to ask me about anything? Should I come
back in an hour to see if you need a ride back to
But Kriste had already steeled herself for the
coming event, and just wanted to get it over with.
She found her friend's questions distracting
because they required her to think, and she didn't
want to think right then. She replied: "No thanks
Dar. I'm okay, but thanks, anyway." She squeezed
her roommate's hand as she exited the car.
Darleen watched her Levi-clad friend walk toward
the motel office. 'That bastard Johnny better
appreciate what he's getting tonight,' she thought,
while guessing that he probably wouldn't.
After inquiring at the front desk and getting a
leering once-over from the clerk, Kriste headed for
Johnny's room. She was determined to go through
with this. As always, once she'd made up her mind,
she was carrying her decision through to the end.
Kriste knocked on the door, feeling her heart
thumping in her chest and her pulse throbing in her
When the door opened, she saw a messy bed, the
covers thrown on the floor, and heard the TV
blaring. Johnny stood looking at her, wearing just
He was obviously trying to shock her, to make her
nervous, so she said lightly: "Embarrassed about
size, are you? Is that why you've kept your undies
on?" She smiled at his blank look before pushing
past him to the bathroom.
Hearing the outer door close, Kriste leaned with
both hands on the small bathroom sink and looked
at her reflection in the mirror. She wondered what
she was doing here. Out of the corner of her eye
she saw Johnny, now sans underwear, standing in the
Kriste didn't move, but slowly raised her eyes to
look at his reflection. She'd never seen an erect
penis before, and though she knew, in theory, about
the workings of what was between a man's legs, she
was still surprised at the thing itself.
Johnny's organ was fully hard, and pointing out and
up. For a moment she was afraid that he could be
too big to fit inside her - she hadn't realized that
men grew to that size. Kriste put on a brave face
and turned to face him.
She said: "Well, shall we get it done?"
The young man looked admiringly at Kriste, thinking
how pretty she was, with her straight blonde hair
framing a pretty tan face; her wide-set blue eyes
and full lips had long attracted him. And now he was
going to fuck this babe! The prospect sent an erotic
thrill through his body.
They stood in silence facing each other. Kriste's
eyes were locked on Johnny's pulsing erection.
Soon he felt a little self-conscious, so he
exclaimed: "Hey, sweety, we can't do it with your
clothes on, now can we?"
She was startled for a moment, then quickly began
to strip off her clothes. She was like someone about
to go skinny dipping in winter, wanting to get over
the initial shock of diving into the cold water.
Johnny didn't care that she looked nervous; he just
wanted to ravish her body. He couldn't understand
why she'd put the moves on him; he'd tried so many
times he'd virtually given up. That's why he'd
instigated the recent nocturnal call on her. And
boy... ummm... her tight little pussy had felt
so good, a little piece of heaven. He could still
feel her pussy lips around his fingers. And her
smell... he'd fallen asleep in his bunk with his
fingers in his mouth.
Kriste had already undone her pants and stepped out
of them. She was pulling her T-shirt over her head
when Johnny decided he couldn't wait any longer. He
grabbed the surprised woman around the waist and
pushed her onto the messy bed. Her arms were still
above her head, with the T-shirt obstructing her
view, so she cried out for him to wait, but Johnny
wasn't listening. He wanted to fuck her, and he was
As Kriste continued struggling with her T-shirt,
while lying on her back on the bed, Johnny parted
her thrashing legs and pushed his swollen cock into
her. He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in
again, but fast this time, fast and hard.
Kriste's maidenhead at first resisted his entry, but
then gave way all at once and he pushed in as deep
as he could go. His head was spinning, the sen-
sations momentarily over-powering him. She was so
tight! It felt like a living glove on his straining
cock. He could feel the beat of her heart, pulsing
through the warm walls of her cunt and throbbing
around his organ. It was like nothing he'd ever
experienced, and he was loving it.
Kriste stopped struggling with the tangled T-shirt
when she felt Johnny begin to enter her. Though the
sound was slightly muffled by the shirt over her
face, she could hear him grunting in his effort to
effect a deep entry. She felt herself being
stretched... more, and more. It started to hurt, and
still she was pushed even further.
Lying with her hands above her head and her legs
dangling over the edge of the bed, with a man
hunched over her thrusting his bloated organ into
her exposed cunt, Kriste didn't know quite how
to react. Though she hadn't known what to expect,
she'd never imagined anything like this. She cried
out through gritted teeth when the long, thick
shaft was pushed home, all the way into her. The
pain was intense, but her cry didn't faze Johnny.
Now that he had reached his goal he pumped away
happily, bouncing the young woman's body underneath
Kriste's body was young and strong, and it soon
recovered from the initial shock. Her strong,
shapely legs began flexing with each thrust, but it
was uncomfortable for her, the position an awkward
Johnny didn't care; he was enjoying feeling Kriste's
pussy wrapped around his pumping shaft. He enjoyed
it so much, in fact, that he grunted with each
thrust, until his body eventually went rigid,
trembling on top of Kriste as he pushed hard and
deep into her and emptied himself into her.
The only sounds in the room after he slumped on top
of the young woman were his gasps for breath.
After a few moments he pulled out and stood up. He
sighed and said: "Now that was fun. We'll have to
do it again next week; or maybe tomorrow night
would be even better." He laughed to himself as he
wiped his shrinking member with a towel and began
Kriste, her T-shirt still wrapped around her face
and arms, lay still for a few moments after Johnny
pulled out of her. She wasn't really sure what had
just happened. She had lost her virginity, hadn't
she? The slight pain between her legs suggested it,
and the cooling sweat on her chest and stomach
seemed to confirm it. Slowly she sat up on the bed
and pulled her shirt back down over her breasts.
She watched silently as Johnny wiped himself and
talked about their next time.
To sum up her impressions, all Kriste could think
of was that it had been, well... disappointing. She
was kind of numb; everything had happened so fast,
and she'd got no pleasure from it. She remembered
how her girlfriends had talked lovingly about their
men, and about how good they had made them feel.
Meanwhile Kriste was sitting with nothing on but
T-shirt and socks, watching her first and only
"lover" getting dressed and ready to leave. When
Johnny had buttoned his shirt, and was ready to go,
he turned to Kriste and said cheerfully: "You can
stay in the room as long as you want; I paid for
the whole night. And baby, I wanna thank you for a
great fuck. I really enjoyed it. Maybe again
tomorrow night, huh?"
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the door
open and was gone. Kriste looked blankly at the
closed door, feeling nothing except an uncomfortable
trickle of sperm flowing from her bruised vagina.
Not quite sure what she was supposed to do now,
Kriste continued sitting where she'd been thrown
just a few minutes before. The thought formed in her
mind: 'Is that all there is to it?' She'd just had
sex for the first time, and was now sitting alone on
a bed in a cheap motel, leaking on the sheets.
A knock at the door interrupted her reverie. She got
up slowly from the bed, wondering why Johnny had
returned, and went to the door.
It was David, another classmate. Kriste blushed a
deep pink, realizing what she must look like,
wearing just a T-shirt in that rumpled room. She
grabbed the stained sheet off the bed to cover her
lower half, and stammered: "D..David, what're you
"Hi Kriste. Forgive me for butting in, but I ran
into Darleen at the Coyote Club and she told what
you intended doing. I couldn't believe it; I thought
I knew you. I've always admired your ability and
your drive to succeed, but here you are, crawling in
the dirt with a jerk like Johnny Davenport! I had to
come over and ask why. What made you do it?"
Kriste invited David into her room, and described
the series of events that had brought her to the
motel room: the fazing; what Lt. Beal had said; and
why she'd chosen Johnny. "I was just following the
counselor's advice; Johnny was the first man I met
after deciding to get rid of my virginity. I had to
see if my problems were because of me, or something
"Then why didn't you come to me or, hell, to any
half-decent guy? You must have known Davenport is a
jerk," David said angrily.
"I didn't realize just how big a jerk he was till
tonight, but I didn't want to do it with anyone I
liked. I wasn't trying to find a boyfriend; I didn't
want to get involved with anyone yet. You can under-
stand that, can't you, David?"
"Yes, I can. But tell me, did you enjoy it?" he
asked in a gentler voice.
She smiled. "No, it was awful! If sex is usually
like that it's a wonder the human race has survived
for so long!"
Kriste had somewhat recovered from her ordeal, and
was preparing to put it behind her as a bad
experience when David stepped closer to her.
"Listen Kriste, I don't want to leave you with just
this experience to judge men by. Let me show you
what someone who actually cares about you can do.
She looked up at him, her bright blue eyes wide.
She realized it probably wasn't prudent to do as he
suggested, but Johnny had left her feeling frus-
trated, and somehow short-changed. Impulsively,
she answered: "OK David, what do you suggest?"
He smiled. "I suggest a hot shower, for both of us.
He took the young woman by the hand, and led her
into the small bathroom. Still clutching the sheet
around her, she waited, wide-eyed. He looked into
her blue eyes, which seemed to shimmer under the
bathroom's fluorescent light. Then came up close
and took the sheet from her grasp before slowly
unwinding it from her body. Then he stood back to
look at her appraisingly.
She was stunning, standing maybe 5'4" in bare feet,
with a lovely body: round breasts, flat stomach,
long lean legs, beautiful thighs. He had to close
his eyes for a moment or... He wasn't sure what
would happen, but she was having a serious effect
Finally he removed her T-shirt, and then, to make
her feel less self conscious, quickly stripped off
his own clothes. He saw her staring at his tumescent
organ, and smiled at her expression.
Kriste said, wonderingly: "I never dreamed I would
ever have sex with two different men in one night."
David brought his face close to hers and kissed her.
"You'll forget about that first time, provided I do
this right." He touched Kriste's right breast with
his left hand, fondling and stroking it before
bringing to his lips to a nipple.
Kriste marveled at the sensations that his fingers,
and then his mouth, were creating on her aroused
body. She ran her fingers through his hair as he
nuzzled her, kissing and slowly sucking on each
nipple in turn. His lips felt more wonderful than
anything she'd ever experienced, having never felt
anything but her own touch on her breasts before.
This was completely different, and much more
intense. She loved the way he swirled his tongue
around her nipples; it made her knees weak, and gave
her a strangely, lovely feeling between her legs.
She gave an audible "oooh" of disappointment when
David moved away from her to turn on the shower.
When the water was warm, he stepped into the shower
stall, and Kriste followed, naked, behind him. She
intended to do whatever he wanted, and instinctively
knew that he would be very different from Johnny.
The young couple washed each other - slowly and
luxuriously - enjoying the sensations created by
their soapy hands as they fondled each other. David
paid special attention to Kriste's pussy, soaping
and massaging it, as if trying to remove every trace
of the man who had been there before him.
She, in turn, washed him, spending extra time and
effort on his magnificently erect penis. She was
thrilled by its size and texture, and by the way it
responded whenever she touched it. She nuzzled up
against David, holding his warm, wet, soapy erection
in her hands, and rubbed it against her stomach.
Cupping his big balls, she began lightly massaging
them too. It all felt so wonderfully intimate that
she knew that her second time was going to be
infinitely better than her first.
After they'd washed each other, and fondled and
pressed their bodies together to their hearts'
content, reveling in the sensations that wet soapy
skin can generate, there was only the drying left.
Kriste enjoyed that part too. She stood erect and
proud while David lovingly ran a dry towel over her
contours. He didn't miss a spot, nook or cranny.
Kriste was just as enthusiastic when drying David's
larger, muscular body. She paid special attention to
his persistent erection, perhaps somewhat neglecting
other, slightly less interesting, parts of his body.
She was fascinated by it, and not a little anxious,
hoping its stiffness would last long enough to make
her feel the way her girlfriends had described them-
selves as feeling, back in high school.
She shrieked when David swept her off her feet and
carried her over to the disheveled bed. He laid her
down and climbed up beside her, immediately bending
to take a breast into his mouth.
Kriste felt his tongue playing with the nipple,
while his lips, and even his teeth, lightly pulled
at it. He began stroking her body, massaging her
breasts and petting her smooth thighs. He ran a
hand all over her flat stomach, then down between
her legs. For an instant her mind flashed back to
the previous night, when many hands had invaded her
body, and a jolt of fear went through her. Soon,
however, the many new sensations being generated in
her inexperienced body brought her back to the
present. David was so loving and tender; everything
he did seemed so natural.
Without any warning, he moved down her body and
planted his mouth on her pussy lips. Kriste became
afraid again. This was unknown territory for her,
and she didn't know what might happen next. She knew
about oral sex. No girl could get through nineteen
years without hearing quite a lot about it. But that
was all hearsay; she had no idea how to respond, or
even how it worked.
Her heart pounded fiercely as David parted her pussy
lips with his tongue, flitting the tip up and down
her long, soft, moist opening. She nearly jumped
when he took her clitoris between his lips and began
to suck it.
The sensations she had felt between her legs now
began to surge through her breasts and tingle in her
nipples. It seemed to her that David was transmit-
ting sexual signals throughout her body.
It suddenly became all too much for her. What had
started as an undefined yearning had suddenly become
an urgent need. Kriste had never had a real orgasm
before, and so wasn't expecting what she was about
When David's tongue flicked yet again across her
engorged clitoris, a flash went off in her brain. It
felt as if, for an instant, her whole body was on
fire. Then another flash went off, and another.
The pretty blonde began to jerk and writhe, and then
to moan. She cried out: "Ohhh, Davidddd... Oh god,
Davidddd... Ohhhh yessss! David..." She was gasping
for breath. Not having expected anything like this,
she didn't really know what was happening to her.
The orgasm was simply swamping her in an ecstasy
both physical and emotional.
Finaly David pulled his lips away from Kriste's
throbbing mound. She looked down her body and saw
his twinkling eyes, his moist chin, the lazy smile
on his lips. Fighting to breathe and giggle at the
same time, she reached down for her lover, pulling
him up her body into a long, languid kiss.
Kriste tasted herself in his mouth, and it made the
kiss that much more exciting. Eventually she pulled
out of the kiss and looked shyly at David. Blushing
slightly, she said: "David, can I...? You know,
can I...? Oh, you know, can I?" She began to giggle
at her incoherence, but David, of course, knew what
she wanted and rolled over on his back, once more
revealing his impressive erection, which visibly
pulsed in time with his heartbeat.
Kriste squirmed into position, her face close to the
engorged penis. She was fascinated by the male
sexual organ. With her parted lips poised, she
stopped for a moment to gaze once more at this
beautiful thing, noting its smooth contours and the
mushroom-shaped, wrinkly helmet that crowned the
She took the shaft in both hands and gently moved
the soft skin up and down, finding the whole thing
begin to expand even more, to become even stiffer
and stronger. The wonderful purple head also became
even larger and shinier as she continued her slow
pumping movements. She was fascinated to see a
crystal-clear drop of fluid appear at the opening at
the tip of his smooth organ that was throbbing in
her hands. She examined it for a moment longer be-
fore tentatively touching it with her small pink
Satisfied, she licked the head, which made even more
fluid ooze out out from the little hole. Kriste was
totally absorbed in her game, unaware that David had
propped himself up on his elbows and was watching
his beautiful young companion play her little sex
game. He found it extremely arousing that she was
using his cock in such an uninhibited way. He knew
it was the first time she had ever seen a man's
sex parts up close, and this erotic little show
stimulated him so much that he began to worry that
he might not be able to put off his come for much
Meanwhile, Kriste continued to toy with David's
organ, but she had a little problem. She knew that
oral sex occurred when a man did what David had done
for her, and that a woman ought to suck the man's
penis in return. She was a little worried, though,
that she might not do it right. She looked up to
ask David to tell her how he wanted it, and was
surprised to see him watching at her. She blushed
when she realized how her little game must have
looked to him, and thought: 'Well, I'll see if I
can distract him.' She gave a little giggle, then
suddenly began licking David's cock-head faster than
before, this time using the whole of her tongue.
She took the whole head into her mouth, gently
sucking on it and rolling it around, lapping her
tongue around the underside in the little valley
that was there. It felt so soft and smooth, and yet
hard, in her mouth; so wonderfully male. 'Cock
sucking is almost as good as being pussy-sucked,'
she thought, giggling to herself and feeling aroused
by such a smutty thought. If only she could tell
her high school friends about this!
David reached down and grasped Kriste's bobbing
head, throwing her off her rhythm. She stopped and
looked up, frustration in her bright blue eyes. He
said, with a wry smile: "Baby, keep doing that and
you'll get a mouthful. I've gotta have you in a
more traditional way the first time if it's okay
with you." He smiled again. "You've made me so
horny, I've gotta come inside you the old fasioned
He pulled her smaller body up on top of his, posi-
tioning her pelvis just by his balls. "Now raise up
and take me into you at your own pace, I don't
want to hurt you."
Kriste looked at David's erect penis with a
momentary apprehension, worried that he might be
too big for her.
Her pretty face a mask of determination, she placed
one leg on either side of his waist and got up onto
her knees. Leaning on one arm, she took hold of his
rigid tool with the other and placed its purple head
at her pink opening. She wiggled it around for a
moment, looking for the best point of entry, and
then, her eyes closed, and smiling beatifically, she
slowly impaled herself.
David closed his eyes too when he felt himself
sink into Kriste's hot moist box. It was as sexy a
feeling as he'd ever had; she was so wonderfully
warm and tight. He kneaded her smoothly muscled
thighs with his hands, tracing the firm muscles
just beneath the skin. When he re-opened his eyes he
saw that Kriste's head was thrown back, her arms
slightly behind and at either side of her. With her
perfect breasts thrust forward, and her tight flat
stomach rippling, she slowly and rhythmically rocked
back and forth to a beat that was in her own head.
He caught his breath. She presented a sublimely
erotic, completely female picture stretched out
above him, using him with such obvious pleasure.
It was too much.
He'd wanted to hold out for longer, to give his
angel another orgasm, such that a man can give a
woman, but it was too late. She felt too good, he
Kriste's head came forward, and her eyes opened.
She looked deep into David's eyes and whispered:
"You're coming... aren't you? I can feel it." And
she could, too. Deep inside her body she felt a
little jet, and then another, as spurts of hot
sperm started their slippery journey towards her
womb. She could actually feel him pulsing inside
her, pressing against her furthermost wall, deeply,
throbbingly. She rode him with love.
David couldn't answer her, his brain temporarily
addled. His attempts to hold back had only made him
come that much harder. Kriste's cunt was so tight
that with each ejaculation her interior walls seemed
to massage him, pulling the next spurt from him as
if he were being milked. His orgasm was so intense
that it hurt; but it hurt good.
He vaguely heard Kriste making a noise, but was
unable to concentrate so long as his own shuddering
orgasm continued unabated.
Kriste was amazed by how he made her feel. She
realized that her lover was having an orgasm inside
her; that he was experiencing for himself what he
had created in her only minutes ago. It was
incredibly exciting to see him moaning and squirming
under her; so exciting, in fact, that she felt
another flash go off at the point at which they were
joined, a flash that she now recognized as an orgasm.
It happened the moment she realized that he had
emptied his seed into her. It was all so sexy, so
wonderfully erotic... She began to make small sounds
in time with their rhythm, little puffs going "huh,
huh, huh, huh," as she ground herself against him.
After what seemed like ages David had to stop. He
pulled Kriste down on his chest, then rolled over
her to bring his body on top, without ever leaving
his warm harbor.
Kriste curled her lovely legs over and on top of his
bottom, making sure that he stayed in her the way she
wanted him. His come was a distant warmth deep inside
After resting like this for a time, she said,
huskily: "Oh David, that was marvelous! I hope you
intend to stay the rest of the night. After all,
Johnny did pay for the room until morning."
Eighteen months later Kriste Hansen graduated in the
top ten of her class. She was assigned to the 37th
squadron and in 1990 went to the Persian Gulf as part
of Operation Desert Storm. She was one of the few
female fighter pilots actually to perform in the area
of operations, and the only one to be shot down and
captured by the Iraqi military.
All that happens in the second part of this story
(assuming that I write it).
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to David for his
encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
good job editing my little story.
WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In
this day and age, it is just plain stupid to have unprotected sex with
strangers. This story was written for entertainment and should not be
imitated. I care about you, and would feel terrible if you did something
stupid like the characters in this story, so please donít. You only have
one body per life time... Take good care of it...
© August 1998 Kristen Kathleen Becker
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