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Hippie of the 90's
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
A guy who liked the thought of the sixties and
therefore liked to model himself on those free and easy
times strikes up a relationship with a pretty college
professor. (MF, rom)
***
You know, last weekend I was majorly pissed off. There
was work more than enough and I felt miserably lonely.
I had been depressed for a couple of months, ever since
the woman I was having a sexual relationship with had
to move away because of her job.
My depression prevented me from having a social life
for a long time; I didn't feel at all like being with
other people, rather be a hermit isolated in the ivory
tower of my dorm room, working my butt off.
I was wise enough not to try to suffocate my depression
with a load of alcohol or other drugs, I was too clever
to cheat myself like that. I used marijuana every now
and then to enhance positive vibes, but from experience
I knew it wouldn't cover up depression.
Finally I got fed up with suppressing my sexuality for
so long. I've always been a very sexual person, but
before I reformed my character to get rid of shyness
and meekness I didn't have much action. The
relationship with the career woman was tailor-made for
me; she didn't want to bother with formalities such as
marriage, but she was damn good company both in bed and
outside bedroom, as well physically as intellectually.
So you can imagine how hard it was to return to
masturbation!
So, on Saturday night I started getting myself in gear.
I've received some compliments for my appearance,
although it is fairly moderate in my opinion. Having a
longish, dark hair makes me shine through the masses of
conservative-looking students that populate the
computer science department. That draws some fascinated
looks from the few technically inclined ladies, but I
don't care about them - mostly they are just as much
nerds as the guys.
Since I've been fascinated by the sixties and early
seventies music, I've built my wardrobe accordingly.
For the evening I wore a turquoise silk shirt with
ornamental patterns and the bellbottom jeans I finally
had managed to find in a second-hand store. As I put a
necklace with a largish copper ankh, ornamented with
runes, around my neck I was feeling HOT!
In the city I was delightfully aware of the wondering,
admiring and violently disapproving looks I received.
Every face that looked at me gave me little electric
vibes. One of the little hobbies I have liked the most
is to look intensely back if someone glances at you and
then observe the reaction, especially when girls are
concerned!
At the entrance of my regular club I saw her, just
going in. She was a strange mixture; she looked
innocent, yet very sensual; immaculate, yet eager to
learn new ways of sinning; the good girl, yet willing
to be a desirous beast!
I decided to take it slowly and observe her from a
distance; the evening was young and there was no need
to rush, unless someone else decided to have a go at
her, but I would break that up with ruthlessness I have
discovered myself to be capable of when I want it.
The club was good: they played music loud and fast.
Speedmetal followed by techno followed by classics from
Hendrix was a perfect audio cocktail for me. I like to
dance - although I lack some at the skill department I
make it up with aggressiveness and force that was in
harmony with the music. If there's enough force no one
cares if you miss a beat sometimes.
When they finally played the Doors I had the scene
almost all to myself; I accelerated myself into a
shamanistic performance in the middle of the dance
floor. When the music stopped I was exhausted for a
while but felt great pleasure from my dance and the
fact that I had certainly been the focus of attention.
As I moved to the bar to have a nice, cool beer I
noticed that the girl I saw before actually followed
me! I turned around. "Hi, having any fun?" I asked.
"Sure! You certainly pulled an act over there, shit,
for a while I thought I saw a reincarnation of Jim
Morrison in the nineties!"
I was surprised. I knew that especially if I dressed
right I looked a bit Morrisonesque, but that a girl who
had barely crossed the 18 year limit knew something
about him, that was a surprise. "Thanks! Let me buy you
a beer for that, ok? Then you can tell me what you know
about that particular demigod while I can stare at your
beautiful eyes."
She blushed a bit but recovered with a tiny laughter.
"Hey, why not."
So, we started talking. I was being a bit too
straightforward to be polite, but she enjoyed it and
adapted her style to match mine, and I loved every
second of it.
She was interesting. I've never liked dumb chicks, and
she was definitely intellectual. I found out that she
was a freshman at the university, came from a small
country town and was a bit puzzled over the new things
around her. So that's why she looked so innocent, a
country girl... but she seemed very eager and ready to
see how she can deal with anything that comes her way.
When we came to talk about art, I revealed that some
months ago I had been so fascinated with the Giger's
demonic and erotic art that I did some sketches of my
own. "I want to see them - right now!" That was a
surprise.
"Huh?"
"C'mon, you don't resist a crazy idea every now and
then, do you?"
"No! Ok, let's go."
We walked to the bus station. I put my arm on her
shoulders and squeezed her a bit teasingly. She
responded by pressing her lips against mine. It was
electricity! After we finally broke up I couldn't do
anything but look into her eyes which were as full of
desire as mine.
When we reached my apartment, she promptly had a look
at my CDs while I dug up my artwork. As she put a Doors
disc on tray I presented her with the best of the
bunch: A naked woman body partly deformed and melted
into an alien like piece of machinery.
She looked at the picture and smiled with approval.
"It's good. You've done a perfect job in shading it
with dark gray. Although it looks a bit too much like
Ginger, you seem to be perfectly able to develop your
own style..."
We browsed through the rest and after finishing with
them, I raised my look to meet her wanting eyes. I
couldn't keep my desires quiet anymore. "You know that
I can hardly stand being here without touching you,
tasting you." She pressed a finger gently to my lips.
"Hush... Don't talk, follow your instincts."
I didn't need to be told more than once. I leaned to
her, forcing her to lie on her back while kissing her
all the time. After she was completely lying on the
carpet I started to tease her body with my fingertips
through the soft and thin fabric of her clothes.
I moved my head to touch her neck and throat with my
lips. As I ran my tongue up and down the sides of her
neck, occasionally probing under the cloth, I heard her
breathing getting heavier.
She wasn't motionless either; her hands grabbed my butt
and squeezed with a good grip. Good! She lifted my
shirt a bit and caressed my back with soft movements.
When she started searching for the zipper in my jeans I
started moving down on her whispering "Not yet,
darling, let's have some fun before that," and started
to undo buttons on her jeans.
I took her jeans off and started kissing the insides of
her thighs, moving my tongue up and down. I've always
liked to examine a woman's skin with my mouth, my lips
and tongue. She was moaning softly and started pulling
my hair to make my head move nearer to her crotch. I
resisted, because I wanted to take it slow.
Finally I took her underpants off. They were already
moist with her juices and I could sense that wonderful
smell I had been without for such a long time. She
parted her legs wide and moaned: "Please! Lick me... I
can't stand being this hot..."
I hadn't yet stopped my teasing. She let out a cry of
slight anger when I turned her on her side and bit
gently her ass cheek. I've always been turned on by a
nice ass, and hers was one of the best I had seen. The
ass cheeks were simply perfect, round with soft skin
that just screamed to be touched and nibbled. And so I
did. I spent a lot of time caressing those perfect
flesh mounds. I knew that even if she liked me kissing
her ass she wanted something else.
So finally I turned her on her back again. She started
panting when I tenderly kissed the area between her
vagina and asshole. I gently rubbed her asshole with my
left hand, playing around the edges with my fingertips
and carefully probing the inside with my index finger.
I didn't know if she had ever had anything at her back
door before, so I observed her reactions.
Yes! She definitely liked it as she started moving her
hips and moaned when I fucked her asshole with my
finger. Then I put my lips on her pussy lips and
started sucking them taking them alternatively in my
mouth. Her moans got harder and she was almost hurting
me when she pulled on my hair and pressed my head
against her pussy.
I licked the outside and inside of her pussy and
inserted my tongue inside her pussy, still avoiding
touching her clitoris. She started really thrashing and
I had some difficulties keeping in contact with her
pussy. As she bucked her hips more strongly I sucked
her pussy lips more intensely and inserted a couple of
fingers into her moist hole.
Ok, so it wasn't too easy to fuck her asshole and pussy
with my fingers while eating her when she was moving so
much, so I concentrated on her pussy and withdrew from
her asshole.
Her slit was wet and my fingers were covered with her
delightful juices. I could taste her sweet pussy with
my mouth and it was so wonderful that my erection was
getting painful in my jeans. I opened the zipper
without stopping too much and had some relief.
"Oh, you are good... I come soon, I come soon..." I
started to suck her clitoris and her moans came
suddenly much louder. She breathed and moaned intensely
at the same time. I sucked more and more and pumped my
fingers in and out faster and faster.
She shouted out short but intense screams of pleasure
as she came. She pressed her pussy tightly against my
face and I was forced to hold my breath for a while. I
felt with my fingers her vaginal muscles contract as
she came with a powerful orgasm. She was pulling her
legs together and it was an incredible feeling to have
my head squeezed between her legs and her pussy, hot
and orgasming being pressed on my face.
I sucked her clitoris as hard as I could and moved my
fingers intensely inside her to keep her coming as long
as possible. As she gradually came down and her
breathing got lighter I adjusted my movements to be
gentler to make her land softly.
"Oh god... oh god oh god oh god... I never came with my
boyfriend, only when I was playing with myself and it
was never like this..." she whispered as I placed
myself beside her and caressed her softly while kissing
her.
"Good you liked it, but don't think it's over. Somebody
down there has been waiting anxiously for some time
now," I said pointing to my cock.
"If you make me come like this again you'll drive me
mad..."
"It will be sweet madness, and probably better than
being sane, don't you think so?"
I swiftly took a condom from a drawer and rolled it
onto my hard cock. I don't like condoms all that much
but you've got to do what you got to do, maybe if we
would end up in a longer relationship...
"Have you tried any positions you like?"
"I don't know, I've been lying on my back every time."
"Ok, so let's do it like this... Go on all fours."
She obeyed, although a bit hesitantly and I kneeled
behind her with my stiff cock eagerly awaiting to be
swallowed by her love-hole. I had a brief glimpse at
the most beautiful view on this earth: her wet love-
hole seen from behind, accompanied with the tiny
asshole and the best pair of ass-cheeks there is.
She still had her shirt on, so I put my hands under the
cloth and removed her bra. I started to play with her
nipples and felt them harden. Then without a warning I
entered her moist slit. She gasped with a surprise -
Ah, you're big! I knew that my cock was perfectly
medium-sized but there was no need to start telling her
statistics, and she was tighter that normal.
I started pumping, first slowly, then with a gradually
quickening pace. She felt so good that if someone would
have asked me if there is a God I would've said a
definitive yes, even if I am an atheist. She was
responding to my movements by moving her hips back and
forth. She was clearly enjoying it and hell, so was I!
It was so much better than my right hand who had been
my sex-mate for a couple of months too much.
We gradually ended in raising ourselves up from the
floor until I was sitting on my legs and she was
sitting on me, pumping furiously. I was squeezing her
tits and nipples maybe a bit too hard, as she let out a
slight cry but I was too excited to care much. Her tits
were a perfect handful, not too big or small.
I bit her neck, gently and not so gently, and she let
out cries of excitement when I massaged her earlobes
with my mouth. She pumped on me harder and harder, and
I could feel that familiar tightening in my balls. I
was having the time of my life, I was right on the edge
of orgasm but not quite over it for several minutes and
it felt so good I could've died right at the spot and
not cared if the sensation would have continued.
Her pussy muscles started to vibrate again as she had
another orgasm, shouting a bit obscenely "FUCK! FUCK!
FUCK!" I was almost ready to come but not quite.
Because she was slowing her pace I had to push her back
on all fours and start a furious pumping for an orgasm.
It didn't take me long anymore and as I came I swear I
saw stars flickering in my eyes.
We collapsed onto the carpet to a heap. I was
completely covered with sweat and her skin was
trembling all over. I don't know for how long we just
rested there with my cock still inside her, caressing
each other, looking into each other's eyes and kissing,
kissing...
So that's why I've been so happy this week, even if I
had to write that gigantic document ready. We'll see
each other again on Friday as soon as her lectures
end...
END
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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. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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