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I'd been dating Daisy for about seven months and things were starting to feel like they could get serious. Daisy was the sweetest, most winsome girl I'd ever met. I couldn't put my finger on it but there was something special about her. She had some ethereal qualities which just made everyone admire and want to be around her: insecure like all of us but confident when it mattered, self-sacrificing but able to hold her ground, and smart but humble.
So, like I said, we'd been dating for around seven months and, sexually, the most we'd done was to kiss. You see, she was a Christian and I was not. I wanted to get into her pants in the most desperate way and she mostly seemed content to remain a virgin. Yes, at 22 she was the world's cutest virgin.
My agnosticism gave her reservations about seeing me or getting more serious. I didn't see the problem but she said something inscrutable about egg yolks. What did egg yolks have to do with anything?
One night after a particularly delightful date I dropped her off at her parents' house where she still lived. We necked in the car for a few minutes with the evidence being on the steamy windows. Then it was nine and she had to go in.
She was always tickled when I would walk around the car to open her door. This time I crouched in the doorway to start that conversation: *quot;Daisy, we've been going out for a long time...Don't you think it's time we let things heat up?*quot;
Daisy leaned forward to plant a kiss on my cheek and hug me, *quot;I'm really fond of you Chad, but that's a conversation for tomorrow. Pick me up early and we'll talk. You can't keep bringing it up at 8:55*quot;.
I never for a moment doubted that her 'fondness' for me wasn't sincere or that she wanted to blow off the talk.
On my way home I was randy as hell. Seven months is a long time to only know Rosy Palm and her five sisters.
I drove around aimlessly for a while so my sexual agitation could dissipate. Turning left I happened to find myself outside the dirty bookstore. I'd forgotten it was here. It seemed like a perfect way to blow off some steam before heading back to the company of my ever present roommates.
However, and I don't know why this was what weighed on my mind, but I worried Daisy wouldn't like that I was here. I could just drive home. Really, I should.
Guiltily, I paid my cover at the door and pretended to browse the sex toys before getting quarters for the arcades.
When my eyes adjusted I could see that the maze of corridors hadn't changed at all since the last time I was here - maybe two years ago. I smelled bleach and weed. I spied a few guys wandering the halls, waiting for who knows what.
Then I found the same booth I used to frequent when I still lived with my parents and this was the only safe place to go jerk off.
My booth was small, dirty, sticky, and smelly. But it also had a new large screen video in HD. In other words it was perfect.
I sat in the plastic lawn chair they had so lavishly provided, reached to lock the door, but the clasp was broken. As it turned out the machine now took dollars and not quarters, so I had to head back to the front desk. I felt like the guy was smirking at me.
Back in my booth I had twenty dollars in singles and a kick ass movie playing. The actor in the movie had gotten his cock sucked by someone's super hot wife, rimmed her dirty ass, and was now enjoying pounding her pussy. The plot was that the woman's husband couldn't make her pregnant so she had been tempted to cheat with the delivery man. I took out my hard cock and began a leisurely jerk.
I was almost out of credits, and I was close, when a dude cracked my door open slightly, *quot;Need a hand with that, Man. No strings...*quot; I started to object when he interrupted, *quot;Wow! You got a nice one. It's just a handy.*quot;
Right then my credits ran out. I wished that guy hadn't bothered me. I hated that I was saying this, and I was slightly pissed at myself, *quot;If You keep the video running...*quot;
Once in my booth he waited for me to unzip but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. When he reached for my zipper I had the urge to slap his hand away but I really needed to get off too.
I cringed at the thought of a man's rough hand handling my dick. But once I felt it, the touch of any other person's hand felt phenomenal after so long. I could have shot right away but he had put in 80 credits and I decided it would feel nice to stretch it out.
When I came, the actress on the screen had just abandoned herself to her evil impulses and been seeded by a big black man. I'm sure her white husband was going to be very surprised in nine months.
My cum was all over the strangers hands. He looked up, *quot;Is it safe?*quot; Of course I was clean and disease free. The handjob was nothing. But somehow I felt if he ate my cum we would have had sex on some level. It was weird to go this far only to have to explain to this guy why he couldn't have my nasty goo. In a moment of weakness, I gave him the nod.
Then almanbahis I made a B-line for the door. It wasn't even that great of an orgasm.
**
Daisy and I were invited to spend a day at a cabin with a few other couples. It was just minutes away but still it was on a lake, and we planned to do some water skiing.
It rained from morning on so we all ended up cooking, playing board games, and lounging around all day. Everyone was wearing their swimsuits in some vain attempt to coerce the weather.
At one point Daisy and I were spooning on the couch, as most of the couples were, when despite all my hopes not to, my cock grew rock hard poking into Daisies polka dot covered, but shapely, rear end. I had no delusion that she couldn't feel my great log lodged between her cheeks: pressed firmly in there by the weight of her slim body.
If her tender sensibilities were insulted she didn't let on. She kept right on talking as if nothing at all were stirring back there. Her body was mostly relaxed, she even melted into me, still holding my hand on her waist. I supposed that she kept laying on it to hide our predicament from the rest of the group.
Other couples periodically disappeared into the one bedroom, returning later, only to be replaced by a new duo. Was she judging them? Was she prudish enough to be offended by my hard excitement?
The day's drinking progressed to the evening's drinking, then before I knew it, it was time to hurry up to get her home before curfew.
Again when I dropped her off I bent down in the doorway of my car to talk. We were lucky enough to have at least ten minutes. I should have planned better.
I spoke up first, reticent to bring it up,*quot;Daisy, I'm sorry for what I did. I can't control it you know. With your hot body touching mine like that it was bound to happen. *quot;
Her hands stroked my biceps and her eyes darted between my own, and with the most charming smile and innocent eyes, she replied, *quot;I'd be worried about you if you didn't have some reaction. You were designed that way, ya know. Really, I'm flattered - it just means you like me.*quot; She tapped her finger on my nose. *quot;But we can work on control, don't sell yourself short.*quot;
Encouraged by her open mind I broached the next subject:
*quot;Baby, I know your Bible says you shouldn't have intercourse before marriage. But what about other stuff? Why do I have the feeling you're gonna tell me it's a sin for men and women to do anything fun? Did your Sunday school teachers convince you that all the varied things couples do is wrong?*quot;
She looked deeply into my soul, *quot;Sunday school teachers aren't always the most gifted scholars, Chad. You gotta look this up for yourself. Right to the big book itself.
*quot;But they say sex is a sin?*quot;
*quot;It says He invented sex. It also says He didn't invent sin.*quot;
*quot;So just what's allowed? You know, when a husband and wife...?*quot;
She answered my last question directly and actually with some enthusiasm, *quot;The Bible says A wife should give her all, all of her body, because it belongs to her husband. In the same way a husband should give all of his body as well, like a slave.*quot;
I loved what I was hearing. To have a woman who would hold nothing back! But as usual her philosophy was confusing at best.
*quot;That's crazy! You're telling me the guy owns the body of the woman he's a slave to. Everyone can't be the boss.
She seemed amused, *quot;It's not like that. They're mutual bosses, though maybe I like the term 'servants' better.*quot; This wasn't any clearer.
And then it was nine.
Driving away, I couldn't stop thinking about a woman who would give herself so completely and it thrilled me greatly. The thought touched something else in my soul as well. A woman like that should be admired, even revered.
My deprived penis led me to the bookstore. I resisted going, even drove around the block and turned away twice.
In the end, closing the door with my eyes down, I noticed the floor was so stained that even the bleach couldn't remove the filth. In addition, wafting through the air between booths the omnipresent mind-deadening punky odor of pot was still unmistakable.
I chose a video based on how hot the actors were. In this one a brother and sister were drawn into an elicit and secret affair. I was shocked when another brother fell prey to his sister's body, then in a moment of abandon the two men sucked each other's cocks. Both cocks were long and strong and looked good.
I should have picked a booth with a working lock. I had plenty of dollars in my pocket, but when a guy offered to watch with me I thought I could save a few dollars. I was also enticed by the memory of the touch of another hand.
Half way into the hand job he simply knelt down and swallowed my needy cock. It was my first blowjob, ever since Raven dumped me, almost two years ago. I should have stopped him, but now it would have to be a secret I would never tell Daisy.
I made the walk of shame to my car and headed home almanbahis giriş drained but burdened.
**
I picked Daisy up early for our next date. She and I were going to spend the day at the beach.
We had plenty of time to talk while driving, with no other couples around. I needed to know more about how a woman could give herself to her partner.
I broached the subject tentatively, *quot;So, the other day, you said a woman's body belongs to her mate...does that mean all of it?*quot;
She answered succinctly, knowing I had more questions, *quot;Yep, all of it.*quot;
*quot;For whatever he wants?*quot;
*quot;Everything good.*quot;
*quot;What's good?*quot;
*quot;Does he want what's best for her?*quot;
*quot;Ok, sure.*quot;
*quot;Then it's good.*quot;
*quot;Does that mean oral?*quot;
She glanced at me sideways. We were driving so I couldn't tell if she was smiling or not, *quot;Why not?*quot; Well, she didn't reject the notion.
I rested my hand on her thigh to soften the questions but I just kept firing them at her, *quot;And the, you know...the backdoor?*quot;
*quot;If he wants it.*quot;
This was encouraging.
I didn't know how else to ask other than just to spit these out. I didn't stop to consider if she would be shocked, or even know all the vocabulary. I didn't want to do them all. It was just hypothetical, really, to test the limits, *quot;Bondage, cunnilingus, tossing a salad?*quot;
*quot;Yes, yes, yes.*quot;
*quot;Whipped cream, Watersports, threesomes*quot;
*quot;Yum, ick - but yes, would that really be what's best to build a strong marriage?*quot;
I kind of thought she would be on the defensive but now I was, *quot;I guess it wouldn't. Too many things could go wrong. But other than that you've said 'yes' to everything. Are there really no limits?*quot;
*quot;I don't think He wants a wife and husband to have any limits with each other.*quot; She squeezed my hand, *quot;Everything good goes. No limits either way.*quot;
How did it come to be that I was dating the most sexually open woman I'd ever met and she was a virgin? We got to the beach just then and I felt like I had the answers.
I carried our stuff from the car and set up a day camp: cooler, grill, sun canopy, etc. Then we played in the water, ate, and had an all out fantastic day.
By mid-afternoon we were cuddling inside the sun shade with the leftovers of a great meal on the picnic table beside us. We were spooning like before - I was enjoying running my fingers lightly up and down her spine. Daisy pushed her body back against mine, wrapping my arms around her.
She was drowsy and relaxed: half asleep really, when my dick came to life again. I told her I was sorry. In response she mumbled that I was sweet.
I couldn't nap like she did. It was too hard with the raging erection bent up in my shorts. I tried to ignore it while tracing a finger around her back.
In time I had to adjust it but that made things worse because it sneaked out of the bottom of my shorts. The touch of her smooth thigh on my glans sent chills through me. It craned back to full height against my will, creeping it's way between her polka dotted cheeks again.
I told myself we weren't that serious of a couple. She wouldn't want this so I had to keep it in check.
Her back arched, thrusting her ass back against me hard. My hips acted of their own accord wedging me tighter between Daisy's amazing buns.
She was laying on my left arm or I would've just gotten up. I had to wake her up before I did something I oughtn't. *quot;Daisy! Wake up. I've gotta move.
She murmered, *quot;Noo. Stay here. I like you next to me.*quot;
*quot;Daisy, you don't understand. I've got a problem.*quot; She just pulled my arms tighter around her. *quot;No, Daisy. It's my thing. It's stuck between your cheeks and it's real hard.
*quot;Oh yea. I feel it. Gotta be careful.*quot; She giggled. Her words probably meant 'no' but she wiggled her ass tighter to me, even grasping my cock with her buns. Maybe they meant 'yes'.
I started to think about how fantastic Daisy was. We'd been dating for a long time now. This was getting serious. And given our previous sexual conversation she might want this.
I tiptoed my dick under the hem of her swimsuit. The bare flesh was a thousand times better than the feel of lycra. I inched it in rubbing against her firm bun. I don't think I've ever felt skin so silky smooth. I could shoot soon. I moaned and so did Daisy.
With just a little shift my big member was back between the twin moons. Oh, heaven! I slid all the way up - the tip threatened to poke out the top of her bikini bottom. Then I slid back until most of my dick was withdrawn. At this point, just the head was between her cheeks.
I angled it down until it touched her anus. I couldn't see it, but I'm sure it was beautiful. I could feel the ring of her asshole on my tip and imagined that it kissed me.
Reaching over I grabbed a scoopful of butter from our picnic, leaving fingerprints behind. My fingers approached the dry junction between us. I decided to do a mood check, *quot;Daisy? Daisy, how are you doing?*quot;
She almanbahis yeni giriş answered dreamily, *quot;Oh Chad, I'm always wonderful with you.*quot;
I couldn't do it. I yanked my butter coated fingers back, pulled my arm out from under her head, and ran the few short steps to jump in the cold water.
It was time to go anyway as we had a long drive ahead of us. She packed the food, I carried all the stuff back up the hill and packed it in the car, then we hit the road.
I was nervous that I had ruined everything but she didn't seem upset. Maybe she had been too out of it. We just talked like nothing had happened. The time flew and the next thing I knew we were turning down her street.
Daisy put her hand on my arm, her words were all about the fun but she seemed tense, *quot;I wanna thank you, you planned the whole date, paid for it, drove, and carried all the stuff. I really had a great time. It was so nice spending the whole day with you: running in the waves, tossing the ball, cuddling together...and you really showed yourself to be a perfect gentleman there at the end too.*quot; We parked in front of her house.
I hemmed and hawed, *quot;It doesn't feel that way to me. I really hated how that went, I mean it felt great, no, I mean, I'm sorry again, I'm always apologising to you. My mind always goes to...*quot;
Daisy stopped my rambling, she held my face in her hands looking into my eyes, *quot;Baby, the mind has so many fleeting thoughts, what's important is whether or not you choose to entertain them. I like your choices. I can trust you, right?*quot;
I was so relieved. She was so wise. *quot;Yes! You can trust me. Well, I'm working on it. I kinda proved I'm not perfect. But yes, from now I won't do stuff when you're half asleep - promise!*quot;
She kissed me passionately for a long time. *quot;It's OK Chad. We just gotta work on it. Then she was gone.
My mind was in a fog. I don't remember driving there, but the next thing I knew the assaulting odor of the bleach they used to wash the sins from the floor revived me. I was in my booth. The title of the movie was *quot;Daddies and Daughters*quot; though all the actors seemed to be about the same age. Who thinks up this stuff? But they were all hot.
I was pulling on my hard, cock half hoping to get a blowjob, and half hoping to finish alone. My credits ran out but I added more. A sliver of light pierced the room, *quot;Hey, lemme in.*quot; I moved my chair so the door would swing all the way and he scooted around it, exhaling a puff of pungent pot smoke, *quot;What're you here for?*quot;
The room seemed smaller but it was just because he was big, tall, and full of muscles. I scooched my chair all the way back into the corner to make room. He had asked bluntly so I answered bluntly, *quot;A blowjob.*quot;
Looking at the TV he said, *quot;Perfect! She's hot. Whatda think of the guy? Do you like his cock?*quot;
*quot;I guess he's alright. Fine. Mine's bigger, woah! So's yours!*quot;
*quot;I know right. All the sissys want to suck it*quot; He turned toward me sticking it right in my face. It looked better than any I'd seen in any movie. I had to admit, since I've been coming to the bookstore the thought had crossed my mind. I just pushed that thought aside in the past.
He pushed that big cock against my lips. I thought instantly about getting out of there. My being backed into the corner and him being stronger than me weren't a consideration. Surely this was just a miscommunication. *quot;You wanna suck it.*quot;
Any fight I had, dissipated, and I succumbed to his uncontrolled desire. I didn't have a chance to open my mouth of my own accord since he used his thumbs to open it for me.
Dropping his cock on my tongue he grabbed my head firmly with both hands. He didn't wait for me to suck, he just started fucking my mouth with rapid shallow stroked. He was a beast, possessed by lust. I feared that he would jam it into my throat but he never did.
For him this was nothing more than a quick face fuck. I'd seen a million blowjobs in porn and received my fair share but this was nothing like any of those. Though the cocks in videos and my present situation prepared me to give in to the experience.
No more than five minutes later his hands tightened on my head. He dribbled a mouthful of thick cum into me. While I can say that sucking a cock is unique and interesting, I can also say that cum, at least his cum, tastes pretty bad. If I ever did it again, taking a load would be a sacrifice.
When he was done he zipped up saying simply, *quot;Thanks bud,*quot; before he left.
I stayed in the chair for a minute, watching the video, before jacking off myself.
It was easily ten minutes before I emerged from the darkness, and he was long gone. On the way to my car, stepping fast, it felt like everyone who looked at me was thinking I was a cocksucker.
**
On Saturday my roommates were out and Daisy and I were painting my room. We finished early then nestled close to each other to watch a movie on the couch in my room.
Her gorgeous warm ass fit perfectly into my lap. The term 'spooning' made sense since we complimented each other so well. We lay there together on our sides. It seemed to be *quot;our*quot; position to be close, though I was thinking that maybe we were asking for trouble.