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Air Force (MF, 1st, military)
by Kristen
***
Kriste was jarred awake; fear paralyzing her. She felt
invisible hands groping, pulling and pinching at her
flesh and her mind spun in a haze of shock and
disbelief as she gradually realized what was happening
to her.
She was being punished!
It was the dreaded "hazing of the unpopular" and she
couldn’t believe that her classmates were actually
inflicting it on her. She could hear urgent whispering
by the men around her bed and feel their 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 tormentors.
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 all in the morning?
How could she go on after this?
-=*=-
Kriste had been so proud, so excited, when the letter
with the congressional seal had arrived, informing 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 junior college.
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 other female cadet at the academy
during that winter term.
The pressure placed on them both had been almost
overwhelming, 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 that 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 subsided and a determined expression
transformed her pretty face. Her thoughts turned
towards home, to school friends and she was swept away
by an intense longing for friends and family. For
people who loved her and would protect her and accept
her for who she was.
Kriste glanced at her roommate’s empty bed again and
thought to herself grimly: ‘I’d rather die than follow
Darleen’s example. I’ll just have to take it I guess.’
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, and I
don’t want to have to date the whole damn squadron to
get there! 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 probably
retaliation for her continual rejection of the advances
made by her male classmates. Some of the guys in her
training platoon obviously thought it was 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 of it.
Kriste shivered when she thought that this same
"lesson" might well be "taught" to 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 study schedule
after school. She wanted to be fully prepared if she
ever got the chance to become an Air Force cadet. She
wanted to be the best there ever was, to do something
special with her life.
The realization that this nocturnal incident had been
the first time she’d ever had her body "intimately"
touched by a man made her cry again. Her dreams had
always been 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 barracks
window when she heard her roommate stumble over
something as she made her way into her bunk.
"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 the
attack by her fellow classmates. She realized, however,
that Darleen would persist until she was answered - it
was her way.
"Yes, Dar, I’m awake." And then inquired in a sarcastic
tone, "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 to their
room. 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?" she asked in a knowing tone.
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 warning me."
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 or two.
"I’m sorry, Kris; 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. If it makes you feel any better, 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 relive last
night’s humiliation, she realized that she’d have to do
something. So that evening she requested an interview
with one of the base counselors for morning sick-call,
maybe she needed professional advice.
-=*=-
Making it through the next night without incident,
Kriste showed up in front of Lt. Beal’s office for her
0700 appointment. The young woman hadn’t previously
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 out 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 simple one.
"Girl, you sound a little uptight to me. When I was
you’re age, I’d have paid money to get a bunch of
handsome 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."
-=*=-
As she walked 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’s always known what she had wanted and boys weren’t
part of it. But now, on the threshold of realizing
everything she’d worked for so long, everything 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, sweetie?"
Normally Kriste would have said something like, "Don’t
call me sweetie. 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 liked him; to her he seemed
just a loud-mouth. During actual flight training she’d
performed 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?"
For once Johnny didn’t have a smart comeback. For an
awkward moment he just sat there with his mouth open
looking at her. 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
fellow 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-sex? With me? I don’t get it?" He stared
at his pretty classmate amazed.
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, "Ah... sure, sweetie. I promise... our little
secret..."
Kriste stood for a moment longer looking down at him
and then turned to go, saying over her shoulder, "I’ll
meet you in town at the Blue Bird. Why don’t you get us
a room?"
-=*=-
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 in town?"
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 confused that she
actually said, "No, I’m meeting Johnny at the Blue Bird
and I just need a ride, that’s all."
Darleen turned to look at her roommate. "You’re what?
You and Johnny? Oh man, now I’ve heard everything.
Why’d you pick a jerk like that to go out with?"
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 he’ll do."
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 base?"
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 throbbing in her throat.
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 his underwear.
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 doorway.
Kriste didn’t move, but slowly raised her eyes to look
at his reflection in the mirror. 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, "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 Johnny
felt a little self-conscious, so he exclaimed, "Hey,
sweetie, we can’t do it with your clothes on, now can
we?"
Kriste was startled for a moment and then quickly began
to strip off her clothes. She was like someone about to
go skinny dipping in winter, wanting the initial shock
of diving into the cold water over with as soon as
possible.
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... Mmmm...Mmmm!
Her tight little pussy-hole 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 ready.
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 and then pushed back in, 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 sensations
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 loved
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 affect 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 began to pump away
happily, bouncing the young woman’s body underneath his
own.
Kriste’s body was young and strong and it soon
recovered from the initial shock for Johnny’s assault.
Her strong, shapely legs began flexing with each
thrust, but it was uncomfortable for her, the position
an awkward one. But
Johnny didn’t care; he was enjoying the pussy wrapped
around his pumping shaft. He enjoying 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 as his body jerked
uncontrollably, he emptied himself into her.
The only sounds in the room after he slumped on top of
the young woman were his gasps for breath. Then after a
few moments he pulled out and stood up. He sighed and
said enthusiastically, "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 to dress.
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.
Kriste sat there with nothing on but her T-shirt and
socks, watching her first and only "lover" getting
dressed, making 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
cooling 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.
Slowly, 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 open 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 top sheet
off the bed to cover herself and stammered, "D-David,
what’re you doing here?"
"Kriste, forgive me for butting in, but I ran into
Darleen at the Coyote Club and she told me 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 and to see if you were okay. What made you do it?"
Kriste described the series of events that had brought
her to the motel room: the hazing; what Lt. Beal had
said to her; 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 else."
"Then why didn’t you come to me or, hell, to just about
any other 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
understand that, can’t you, David?"
"Well, yes, I guess I can. But tell me, did you enjoy
it?" he asked in a gentler voice.
Kriste was embarrassed, but she smiled and said, "No,
it was awful! If sex is like that it’s a wonder the
human race has survived for so long!" She 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. Please."
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 frustrated
and somehow short-changed. Impulsively, she answered:
"Okay David, what do you suggest?"
He smiled. "I suggest a hot shower, for both of us.
Come on..."
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 5’6" in bare feet,
with a lovely body: round breasts, flat stomach, long
lean legs and 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 on him.
Finally he removed her T-shirt, pulling it up over her
head and along her shapely arms and tossing it out into
the room. And then, to make her feel less self-
conscious, he 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, 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 causing 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 feel weak and gave her a strange lovely feeling
between her legs. She gave an audible "Oh" 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
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 heart’s 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 themselves
as feeling, back in high school.
Kriste 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 on
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 transmitting 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 to
experience.
When David’s tongue flicked yet again across her
engorged clitoris, a flash went off in Kriste’s brain.
It felt as if, for an instant, her whole body was on
fire, pulsing from David’s mouth out to her toes and
fingertips. Then another flash went off and another.
The pretty blonde began to jerk and writhe and then to
moan. She cried out as she thrashed around, "Oh DAVID!
Oh god DAVID! Oh YES! OH DAVID YES!" 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 like nothing she could have
imagined.
Finally David pulled his lips away from Kriste’s
throbbing mound. She looked down her body and saw his
twinkling eyes, his moist chin and 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 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 handsome shaft.
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 before tentatively touching it with her
small pink tongue.
Satisfied, she licked the head, which made even more
fluid ooze 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 cum
much longer.
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 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 and then suddenly began
licking David’s cockhead faster than before, this time
using the whole of her tongue.
Then 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 and
powerful 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!
After a short while 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 cum inside you the old-fashioned way."
He pulled her smaller body up on top of his,
positioning 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.
With 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 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 to 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 as 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 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 couldn’t...
Kriste’s head came forward and her eyes opened. She
looked deep into David’s eyes and whispered, "You’re
cumming... 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 cum
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 so 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 cum was a distant warmth, deep inside
her.
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.
David remained one of Kriste’s good friends, even till
this day.
-=*=-
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to David for his
encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
good job editing my little story.
© August 1998 ed. 10/17/04 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
Author contact address: kristen078@hotmail.com
STORY PAGE: http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/stories/
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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