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Jason - 3
by Emanon Pen (hgoldone@hotmail.com)
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A young man's decline into cucoldry and sissification.
(MF-teens, oral, cuck)
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Chapter 3 – Rachel
The first time Jason saw her, she was walking across
Washington Square Park heading for the School of Film
at New York University. He blinked his eyes to be sure
she was not a mirage. What he could tell is she stood
about 5'5" had blonde hair, and nice legs. The fall
jacket she was wearing covered everything else, but he
knew from the glimpse of her, he had to meet her. For
the next week-and-a-half, Jason sat in the same spot in
the park hoping to see her again. During his wait, he
would think about her and feel the heat in his loins.
He looked up just in time to see her enter the park.
She was wearing the same tan barn coat and jeans. He
could not believe his luck. She was alone and traveling
towards the same building. He got up and trailed behind
her.
She walked with a purpose, held her head high, and her
body language told anyone passing her that she was
someone who knew who she was and where she was going.
Jason did not know how to approach her. What would a
girl from New York want with a farm boy from Kansas?
How would he get to meet her? His mind came up with
several different scenarios.
He hit on it just as she entered the building. Whatever
class she was taking, he was taking also. It did not
matter to him that five weeks of the semester had
already passed. His other classes were not a problem.
His professors knew that he would show up for the tests
and ace them. He was determined to meet her. He would
sit in today and talk to the professor about auditing
the class.
Jason followed her up the stairs to the third floor and
into a class on 'The Making of Film Noir'. He had
absolutely no idea what the class was about. She sat in
the middle of the room, which gave him the opportunity
to sit behind her. At least he would not have to turn
around to see her. That would be embarrassing
especially if he was caught. He had to know her name.
Jason's mind raced with questions, fantasies, and
reality. When the professor came in, she stood up,
walked to the front of the room, and handed him a
paper.
"Thank you Rachel," the professor said. "I hope next
time you will not be late with an assignment".
"No, Mr. Johns, I will not," she replied.
Rachel turned to return to her seat and Jason had his
first look at her face. His breath left his body like
someone had just punched him in the stomach. She was
beautiful. She had a face like an angel. Her blond hair
was braided in pigtails and her face just radiated.
Jason could see she had the most beautiful green eyes.
They glowed like emeralds between her eyelids.
Her lips were narrow but very well shaped underneath
her perfect nose. Her ears were perfectly shaped and in
each lobe were two earrings. She stood 5'5", weighed 90
pounds, the shape of her calves and thighs were perfect
for her size. Her breasts were small but if they were
larger, they would take away from her beauty. She
carried herself with an air of authority. Again, Jason
realized that Rachel knew exactly what she wanted and
where she was going to get it.
Rachel's eyes contacted his for the briefest of
moments. A small smile came upon her lips, her eyes
twinkled, and she nodded at Jason. His crotch stirred
and he almost fell out of his seat. Immediately
paranoia struck him. Was she looking at him? Could she
be looking at someone sitting behind him?
Maybe what he saw was all in his imagination. Students
had come in after him and he was not smart enough to
sit in the last row of desks. Jason was very confused
because the one thing he did not want to do was make an
ass of himself. He watched Rachel take her seat and
prepare for class.
The two-hour class flew by and before he knew it, he
was stalling hoping he would have an opportunity to
create a meeting with Rachel. She sat until almost
everyone had departed the class. When she stood up, she
made a point of looking towards the back of the room.
Upon seeing Jason sitting there, she smiled to herself,
gathered her books, put on her coat, and took one last
glance before leaving the room. Jason told himself that
she was looking at him. Why, because there was no one
in the seats behind him. He got up and followed her out
the door.
"Excuse me...' Jason said except it was not loud enough
for Rachel to hear. He picked up his pace to get closer
to her. In his haste, he bumped right into her.
"Excuse me. I did not mean to bump into you."
Rachel turned, looked straight into his eyes, and
stated, "Oh, yes you did. I know you followed me to
class."
Jason face turned crimson. He was at a total loss for
words. His crotch was on fire and he tried to hide his
sexual excitement. Rachel could see his predicament and
continued to stand there to see how long she could make
him suffer. She smiled, her eyes lit up, and her tongue
move over her lips leaving a coating of saliva that
accentuated the color of the lipstick she was wearing.
Jason continued to stand there with his mouth open
trying to say something.
As intelligent as Jason is, he was like a newborn baby
trying to speak for the first time. His embarrassment
grew, his face turned a brighter shade of red, and with
his hands in his coat pockets, and he closed his coat
over his growing erection. He had to get out of this
situation without losing his dignity.
Rachel knew that she had done enough damage to his
dignity and self-esteem. "Two questions. One, Where you
from? Two, want to buy me a cup of coffee?"
Jason came out of his reverie. "Kansas and yes" he
replied.
They turned, walked down the three flights of stairs,
and exited the building on the Fifth Avenue side.
Without asking him where he wanted to take her, she set
out for the park. Nothing passed between them as they
walked across the park to one of the hot dog vendors on
the periphery. She stopped, ordered two coffees, and
said "Jason will pay." Without missing a beat she
picked up her coffee, stepped aside, and let Jason move
in to get his cup and pay.
"You know my name?" Jason asked, his voice unable to
hide his wonderment.
"Oh, yes. I also know that you sat for the past week-
and-a-half waiting for me to walk across Washington
Square to get to class. Only, I walked around the park
making sure that you were still there until I was
satisfied that you were dumb enough to sit there until
I crossed the park" she replied with a twinkle in her
eye.
"How did you know my name? I have never spoken to you
before today. I fact, I never saw you until the other
week. How do you know my name?" Jason asked trying to
keep the incredulousness out of his voice.
Rachel took a sip of her coffee and started walking
towards the wall where Jason liked to sit as he watched
the people of New York go about their daily business.
She placed her books on the wall and sat down inviting
him to do the same. She looked at him over the rim of
her coffee cup and said, "You live with Alexander
Grandov. He nickname among the co-eds is Horse Cock.
According to the rumors, he is hung like a horse and
knows how to use it. I personally do not have first
hand experience, but a girl in my English class said he
was the best fuck she ever had."
"But that still doesn't explain how you know my name."
"Because you live with Alexander of course. Believe it
or not, a lot of girls are wondering if you're hung
like he is."
"I only wish" escaped from Jason's mouth. He regretted
saying it the moment it passed through his lips.
Rachel looked at him with the knowledge of someone who
knew more than she let on. Jason sat there and just
continued to stare at her. His penis pushed against his
stomach and was obviously getting very hard. He never
liked to get erections in public. Rachel put her coffee
cup down and reached for some imaginary object on the
other side of him. Her hand passed across his lap,
bushed against his thighs, and as she pulled her hand
back made it pass over his erection. She did it knowing
that he would probably flinch or die of embarrassment
from feeling her hand pass over his erection.
"Seems you have something in your pants," she laughed.
"Please, please. I am not very experienced with women.
I..." again Jason regretted what he said. He just
stared at the ground below his feet.
"Oh, I see" Rachel replied while trying to stifle the
laugh she felt rising from her stomach. "Listen, I have
to get back to Long Island. Why don't you meet me here
tomorrow at 11:00 AM. I know you do not go to class and
if I am correct, you do not have any tests tomorrow.
One minute late and I am gone." With that, she stood
up, picked up her books, and headed towards Fifth
Avenue where she hailed a cab.
Jason saw she left her coffee cup and a book. He looked
toward where she was walking and saw she was already
gone. Jason picked up the book and tossed both coffee
cups into the trashcan on the corner. His mind was in
turmoil. How could he get in touch with her, because
she may need the book for an assignment? He walked back
to the apartment thinking about Rachel and whether or
not she left the book on purpose.
This exacerbated his erection problem as it slowly
dawned on him that she might have left it on purpose.
He hoped that his cock would get soft as he walked to
the apartment, but that wasn't the case. Jason actually
started to run the three blocks to his building. By the
time he arrived in front of the building, his key was
out of his pocket, his mind continued to race, question
her motives, and his erection was still pressing
against his stomach. It did not take long for him to
get into the building and run up the three flights of
stairs to his apartment.
He opened the door and much to his relief Alexander was
not home and more importantly he was not there fucking
some co-ed. Jason walked into his room, tossed his coat
on the floor, closed the door, and laid down on his
bed. His right hand moved to the bulge in his jeans and
he started to caress his erection. He closed his eyes
and saw Rachel in his minds eye.
His erection pulsed against the confines of his
underwear and jeans and he could feel its heat with the
palm of his hand. Jason could not handle the sexual
excitement that was coursing through his body. He
unbuckled his belt, opened the button at the top of his
jeans, pulled down the zipper, hooked his thumbs under
the elastic waistband of his underwear, and pulled down
his jeans and underwear.
His cock sprung free and stood away from his stomach.
Jason looked at his cock and could not believe how big
it looked to him. The veins were standing out along its
shaft and the head was pulsing. At least that is what
he thought he saw happening.
Jason had not masturbated in several weeks and with the
sexual excitement, he was feeling would not let him get
through it without some relief. His right thumb and
index finger encircled the base of his cock and started
to stroke it very gently. Although he knew it was his
hand, he thought about how Rachel's hand, mouth, or
pussy would feel around his cock.
His breathing started to shorten. His hand slid up and
down his cock. When the ring formed by his thumb and
index finger slid over the ridge at the base of the
head of his cock shivers shot up and down his spine. He
could feel his anus pulsing as he continued to pleasure
himself. His left hand slid between his legs so he
could play with his balls. He would take his fingers
and gently rub from the base of his scrotum to his
asshole.
This in combination with the movement of his hand over
the shaft and head of his cock was sending waves of
pleasure from his groin though his entire body. He bent
his legs at the knees and lifted his butt a little each
time he felt the need to squeeze them together. His
hands continued their movement and he could feel the
start of his orgasm coming.
Jason did not want to delay the impending orgasm. With
his eyes closed, his butt pushed off the bed, his left
hand playing between his legs, and his right hand
stroking his erection the first pulse of cum shot from
his testicles, up through the shaft, out the hole in
the tip, and landed on his face. The power of the
ensuing orgasmic explosion took his breath away.
He never had or for that matter felt such a powerful
orgasm. With the last breath, he whispered, "Rachel"
then all his muscles tightened, and four powerful
spurts of cum shot from his cock. His cum felt warm
against his face and chest. He was very relaxed, and
drenched in sweat after the most powerful orgasm of his
life. An orgasm precipitated by a girl name Rachel.
He was coming down from his orgasmic high and it was
then he realized something was wrong. There was a draft
coming from the direction of his door, but he closed
his door. Jason turned his head towards the door
leaving his right hand wrapped around his shrinking
penis and opened his eyes. The sight made him drop open
his mouth and try to speak, but he was frozen unable to
move. Standing in the doorway with a big smile on her
face was Rachel.
Rachel stepped into the room and closed the door behind
her. She dropped her books and handbag onto the floor.
She looked directly into Jason's eyes and she walked
across the room to where he was lying on his bed with
his underpants and pants bunched around his ankles. She
dropped her barn jacket from her shoulders and it
floated to the floor. Jason was in a trance. His right
hand was still wrapped around his shrunk penis. Cum
dripped from his hand into his pubic hair. Rachel did
not say a word until she was standing next to his bed.
"Did I do that to you?" she said without any sense of
embarrassment.
She placed her hand on his and gently removed it from
his penis. Jason's penis did not move because when he
was flaccid it was just four inches long. Rachel took
his penis in her hand and leaned down to his ear and
whispered, "What a cute little cock you have."
Jason blushed.
"I just came to get my book. Alexander was nice enough
to let me in and leave at the same time. It made me
very hot to hear you moan my name when you came. For
such a small cock, you shot a pretty big load. How long
since you had some?"
"Excuse me?" Jason replied.
Rachel squeezed his cock in her hand and said in a
whisper and inflection that sounded very similar to his
sister's, "When did you cum last? Answer me!"
"A week and a half ago." Jason squeaked.
"Three weeks ago? You mean after the first time you saw
me?" she asked.
"Yes. You were my masturbation fantasy then as you were
today." Jason said with power in his voice.
"Good, because at this time that is all I will be. Now
look what you have done to my hand. What should I do
with the cum that is all over my fingers?" Rachel said.
She took her hand and gently scraped his cum from his
face and stomach. She stood with her legs apart giving
Jason a clear look at her denim covered pussy. Rachel
could see him looking at her with lust and fear in his
eyes.
"I know you want to make love to me. I know you want to
know how my lips would feel around your cock, sliding
up and down as I press my tongue against it. I know you
want to know what my pussy looks like and feels like as
you slide your cock in and out of me. If you are a
good... Now be a good boy and clean my hand."
Without asking, she took her cum covered hand and
placed it on Jason's lips. Jason's eyes opened wide in
fear at what she wanted him to do. The last time he ate
cum was when his sister made him do it after she caught
him with it on his stomach after he masturbated
thinking about her kneeling in front of her boyfriend.
Rachel smiled at him, licked her lips, and pressed her
crotch forward towards him. Jason closed his eyes,
opened his mouth, and accepted her cum covered hand.
"Thank you sweetie. I knew you would not let me down.
That is especially nice. Now use your tongue and lips
to suck your stickiness from my hand. Yes, sweetie you
suck my fingers so nice."
When he was done with her hand, Rachel stepped away
from his bed, picked up her coat, handbag, and books
and with her back to him as she left his room said, "Do
not forget our date tomorrow."
Jason just lay on his be in total turmoil, his muscles
not responding to his commands. Actually, he was not
totally frozen stiff, because he noticed that the act
of sucking Rachel's cum covered hand had given him
another erection.
Continued in part 4...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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