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Ilse was smart. I like smart girls. Maybe this was just the impression created by the horn rim glasses bordering the sky-blue eyes. All I knew is I suddenly made a major discovery. I really like girls in glasses. I could feel the tumescence in my tight jeans swell. She was also dirty. I could tell. Call it a sixth sense or maybe the dirty blonde hair cut in a punk style. The dark roots under the blonde hair told me all I needed to know. Anyone changing their hair color might be a little conceited and more importantly trying to change their life. She might be a fun person to know. Or a challenge. She looked a little like a nerd with a very athletic figure. Tall with small breasts. My friend John always said anything more than a handful was a waste. I really don't like seeing anything go to waste.
I guess it might be easier to start this at the beginning. I'm attending college at University of Texas in Austin and for the last couple of years I've been very successful pulling my dating pool from one house. There were six Latter Day Saint roommates in this house and every semester new ones moved in and old ones left. A constant changing of lovely scenery and interesting opportunities. Now most of these are very devout girls' intent on saving themselves for a traditional Temple marriage, however there were always a few more interested in having fun and losing their virginity to a bad boy. This is where I come into the story. I have the bad boy reputation down pat and may have a reputation for leading some girls off the garden path.
Sandy glanced across the room to take in the girl I was asking her about. *quot;Jason, I'm not introducing you! Ilse is a nice girl. Transferred to UT from Bigram Young because of our nursing program.*quot;
*quot;Really, no introduction?*quot;
She frowned at me in mild disgust, *quot;Nope.*quot;
*quot;Then I guess, I'm doing this myself.*quot; The walk across the floor to meet a new girl is a long one, however I kept two things in mind. It just takes a little courage and if I was going to do this, I had to take the walk. The invention of language was for seduction. Seduction only begins with communication and I knew the order of the words. On my trip across the room, I opened my cell phone and searched the meaning of her unusual name.
I may have stood more than a minute as she busied herself with her laptop. I had the feeling she wanted me to go away however I persisted. Closer to her I saw a small stencil of flowers tattooed up her arm. She was chewing on the eraser end of the pencil and I could think of more pleasurable things to fit in her mouth. While waiting to be noticed I saw she was working with a coding program I was familiar with. What was a nursing student doing coding computer routines? Being left-handed I'm also good at reading upside down and recognized a subroutine call and a variable array where she was attempting to store a Boolean number. Interesting, however I had no idea what she was up to.
Finally annoyed she snapped her laptop closed. *quot;What!*quot;
*quot;I'm Jason. Sandy told me you transferred from BYU.*quot;
*quot;Yep, Ilse Nowakski.*quot;
*quot;Ilse, do you know what your name means?*quot;
She frowned *quot;Second generation Polish. I only speak English, no Polish. Now can I get back to work?*quot;
This was going to be my moment to capture her attention. *quot;Ilse means God's Bounty.*quot;
This brought out a ironic half smile, *quot;I'm not you know.*quot;
*quot;How would I know? Just thought we might compare notes about BYU.*quot;
She hesitated trying for dismissive, however stopping her motion of reopening the notebook. Curiosity caught her. *quot;Do you know the meaning of everyone's names?*quot;
I hesitated at the question. *quot;No, only interesting names.*quot;
She blushed looking around the common room and lowered her voice. Sounding like silk. *quot;Take me out to dinner. I don't want my roommates listening.*quot;
Finally, I was on a little more comfortable ground. *quot;Ilse, would you like to accompany me to dinner?*quot;
She shrugged, *quot;If its private.*quot;
*quot;I know just the place. Do you like Russian?*quot;
This time she did smile, *quot;Never had any.*quot;
*quot;Lots of butter. It's very good. Let me check for a reservation.*quot; I pulled out my cell and selected *quot;Sasha*quot; from my call list. If I knew anything about girls it is how to impress. Girls went crazy at Sasha. After a dial tone and beeps I connected. *quot;Ivan any chance I can get a reservation tonight? For two. Appreciate that... Can I get my usual table?*quot;
Ilse seemed dubious about the bike or maybe about the size as it was a large Harley. *quot;Looks like it might rain?*quot; Normally I would have brought the Vette however the bike was more fun unless on a date. The Vette was the panty dropper. Ok, before you ask, how a college student can afford expensive rides like these? We need to know each other better before I diverge that secret.
She had insisted on changing clothes although I tried to assure her Austin was very casual. She changed into a white dress with a flared skirt. I was a little amused that in heels she was only slightly porno shorter than me.
Sasha really impressed her. This was fine dining at the finest. We were in an old Victorian mansion which has been converted to a restaurant resembling the Gilded Age. Each room had its own table and its assigned waiter took care of only your table. Yes, it was expensive however I only get one chance to make my impression. Since our waiter only has one table you can imagine the size of his tip. Ivan greeted us at the door decked out as an 18th century butler. Our table's waiter was dressed as a Cossack.
First impression delivered in style. Private table and we dined as aristocratic gentry.
As the waiter walked our order to the kitchen Ilse broke the mutual silence, *quot;I've got to get one of those!*quot;
*quot;What the waiter?*quot;
She lowered her voice, *quot;No, the motorcycle. It's what every girl needs.*quot;
*quot;I didn't think you liked it.*quot;
Our waiter reentered the room and after checking if we needed anything stood off in the corner.
*quot;Maybe I didn't like it at first. But it can grow on a girl.*quot; She gave a small sigh and whispered, *quot;It's the vibrations of the motor. Like strapping on a full-size vibrator,*quot; she winked,*quot; Can really get a girl running.*quot;
After the last course was served, I breached the subject. *quot;Ilse, what happened at BYU that you want kept as a secret?*quot;
*quot;My father thinks I'm a good girl. That I follow his same beliefs. I'm not you know. I don't want him disappointed hence my double life.*quot; She lowered her voice again,*quot; I follow my own passions.*quot; She turned beautify red with full embarrassment, *quot;I didn't transfer. I was asked to leave.*quot;
*quot;What did you do?*quot;
*quot;I put a keylogger on my professor's laptop and got caught by the chief of the colleges Information Technology.*quot;
*quot;Is that all? Why were you harvesting passwords? I figured it was something much worse.*quot;
*quot;I was having a rough year and trying to get into his grade book. Well, being caught I offered him a blowjob to sneak the offense under the table. Unfortunately, he was one of those morally stout men and took me to the Dean.*quot;
*quot;What happened with the Dean?*quot;
She shrugged and looked down at the table turning even redder if that was possible. *quot;I was in trouble with the dean a couple weeks earlier and I fucked him to get out of being punished. This may have been the breaking the last straw but I was asked to leave the campus.*quot;
I set on the other side of the table speechless for a moment assimilating exactly how bad this could have been! I changed the subject. *quot;Nobody taught you how to hide a keylogger? In addition to putting, it on the hard drive you have to con the computer into thinking it's an existing routine by changing the date in the registry.*quot;
*quot;So that's how I was caught! How do you do that? I didn't find that in the books.*quot;
I reached into my wallet, pulled a business card and wrote on the back before handing it to her.
*quot;What's this,*quot; she inquired? Says you are a chemist?*quot;
*quot;The nursing school's server's ip address and the password. Saves you from being sneaky and keeping you out of trouble. With that password you can change any grade.*quot;
*quot;You will help me cheat?*quot;
*quot;It's not cheating because it can only get you so far. After all is said and done you still have to learn the material to pass the state boards. No shortcuts. This will just buy you time. Remove the stress and fear of failure and learning becomes easier.*quot;
*quot;Why would you help me?*quot;
*quot;I already had the password. Wasn't any trouble and might help you. Leave the hacking to professionals.*quot;
She shyly said, *quot;I'm going to owe you big.*quot; She leaned in closer giggling. Whispering she said, *quot;Our waiter has a boner. Don't look now but he may split a seam in those pants.*quot;
*quot;He must have heard you mentioning your indiscretions.*quot;
Ilse continued in a whisper, so red she looked like a tomato, *quot;Do you suppose I could talk him into unzipping those pants and plopping it on the table? He must be in pain.*quot;
I was a little shocked but amused when she rose from the table and whispered to him. She waved as they walked out of the room. She had more spunk and directness than I originally took her for. Definitely a bad girl. My idea of her innocence was rapidly slipping. She might possibly be *quot;Gods Bounty*quot; after all.
Shortly after this desert was delivered. Apple Strudel and ice-cream and I saved hers for her. Later Ilse sashayed back to the table with a Cheshire smile on her face. She sat at the table not saying anything.
I picked up a napkin, leaning forward to swipe up a white cum drip on her chin. *quot;You missed some.*quot;
*quot;I caught most of it,*quot; she pointed to her mouth. I looked and smiled when she showed the creamy filling resting on her tongue. She took several obvious large swallows of the cum before she could demurely say, *quot;I took care of the Tip.*quot;
*quot;You may be the nastiest girl I've ever met, finish your desert. I was tempted to eat it myself, however I saved it for you. Did you get his name?*quot;
*quot;Kind of hard when he was choking me with an eight-inch cock. Besides I was humming.*quot;
*quot;Humming?*quot;
Shyly, *quot;Quickest way to get a guy to cum. You know vocal cord vibrations. My friend Patty taught me.*quot;
I was stymied for a moment as I processed. *quot;You obviously lived a sheltered childhood; however, you just might be God's bounty... for guys.*quot;
She winked, *quot;Think you are as endowed as our waiter?*quot;
*quot;Never felt the need to compare myself to a tape measure. Anyway, most guys would lie to get in your pants.*quot;
She looked back over her shoulder giving me a long stare, *quot;Maybe, if you play your cards right. Ready to blow this popsicle stand? You have a look in your eyes.*quot;
*quot;I don't have a look.*quot;
*quot;Yes...you do. Hot enough to melt a girl plumb though.*quot;
Stepping out of the restaurant lighting lit the whole sky with a loud bang. The storm was getting a lot closer.
Back at the bike I was stowing stuff into the saddlebag when she grabbed my shoulder. She said, *quot;You ever see a sign *quot;Dangerous when wet*quot;? Help Keep me from falling, I need to get out of these.*quot;
As I watched, she did a little wiggle while holding on to me and stepped out of her panties leaving them on the paved parking lot. *quot;You might need to give your bike a wash tomorrow.*quot; She then changed her grip to my crotch.
*quot;What are you doing?*quot;
*quot;Feeling you... Measuring.*quot;
*quot;Well?*quot;
*quot;I need to see. Unzip.*quot;
*quot;Here in the parking lot?*quot;
*quot;Silly, No one will see, she giggled. You need an adventure.*quot;
So, against my better judgement, I freed my cock,
She reached in and pulled it out to the night and the lighting. Ilse dropped to her knees and seized control of my appendage. *quot;Just a small taste.*quot; She placed her mouth to the end in the gentlest butterfly kiss. *quot;Screw this, get on the bike. I need to try you out for size.
So, I straddled the bike and she swung over supporting herself over my lap. Ilse slowly dropped onto my cock bottoming at my balls. Giving a small gasp and spending a moment getting accustomed to my size, *quot;Nice, good fit, and I like the curve. I think you might do.*quot; I reached around to squeeze her left breast. She took a couple more up and down strokes then pulled out. *quot;Find us a dark quiet spot on the way back. When I get really excited, I can get noisy.*quot;
Once we were properly arranged on the cycle for riding, we sped off in a hurry with her arms wrapped snuggly and pressing her breasts into my back.
The storm was pressing closer so I revved the engine, noise piercing the night, leaning harder in the curves as Ilse hung on tighter. I racked my brain trying to figure a place we could stop and stay out of the coming rain. Rain on a bike is not good. Occasional raindrops were striking us with stinging force.
On the way back I stumbled on a great inspiration. The city's Memorial Cemetery. Funerals were so often they always had a canvas structure set up for attendees on rainy weather. The bike easily slipped past the gate barring cars from entry after hours. I pulled off the road riding on the grass up to the shelter and was able to pull the bike inside before shutting off the engine. I doubt anyone would even notice the track in the grass... much.
*quot;Are you scared of ghosts?*quot;
*quot;Maybe a little...*quot;, she stuttered. I couldn't tell if it was the ghosts or she was cold.
*quot;If there are any ghosts, we are going to remind them of the fun things about living and what they are missing!*quot;
She teased, *quot;Sir, have you no scandal?*quot;
*quot;About the same as you do. That is not going to stop you, is it?*quot;
*quot;Well...,*quot; after pretending to think about it she started pulling her half-wet dress over her head. 'Let's fuck. This may be the nastiest I've ever been and that's saying a lot. Jason, get those pants off...now!*quot;
Nude she looked like a woodland nymph. I may have stopped breathing for a moment. I do not think I've ever seen anyone as pretty or as ready to fuck. I knew I was bursting.*quot;
We laid our clothes over the hot engine to dry. First, we tried the table however it seemed a trifle flimsy so Ilse took my hand and led us out to the tombstones. *quot;We will get wet and I bet this is really cold,*quot; I complained.
*quot;Nonsense, we need to get the full experience. If we are going to raise any ghosts we should fuck on their graves,*quot; she ordered really into the cemetery experience.
I straddled a really flat stone and laid back. She took my cock and gently pumped me up to full growth using both hands. *quot;You know now that I see your cock fully enlarged it might stretch me out a bit! She laid over me without really penetrating and dragged her labia folds back and forth across my length driving me crazy. So soft and warm. I came close to cumming right there or at least leaking a little.
Enjoying the treatment thoroughly after several of my own groans, I ordered, *quot;Just a minute! I want to go down on you and taste you.*quot;
She responds coyly, *quot;Well if you insist, I'm not going to argue.*quot; She moved off of me and found a comfortable sitting stance on the tombstone.
By this time the rain was really coming down and we were soaked to the skin.
This time I was on my knees and licking her clit as if it was my favorite ice cream. My tongue dived deeper and I heard a heavenly set of musical scales moan unexpected from Ilse. I liked that encouragement so my fingers joined where my tongue had been. Her eyes were closed and she was arching up to greet my ministration. She was wet but not because of the rain. Something I rarely do I reached another finger down and penetrated her anus about a digit deep. Some women like this and I was just teasing her.
I heard a huge almost inhuman feral sigh as she clamped tight on my fingers and exclaimed, *quot;Keep that up. I like it... a lot!*quot; she was bouncing on my hand and my tongue strained to once again lick circles around the small peak of her now protruding clit.*quot; Don't think I've ever seen a girl as excited. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and rather than over stimulate her I moved my tongue so I could catch the rain drops between her breasts then slowly licked my way back to her pussy. This only seemed to further excite her, as she started mewing. As happy as I was that she was enjoying herself I was ready for my turn. She took a little time to regain comprehension and cool down. Once she was back in the present she said, *quot;Now it's my turn,*quot; and impaled herself on my hard as rock cock. Not gentle this time and with a tiny scream when I plunged deep inside her to my balls. We started rocking together in sync with my slipping in and out of her slippery tunnel. My strokes were getting longer each time as we sped up and I was gritting my teeth to prolong my intense pleasure. I inadvertently slipped out into the cruel cold and had to reinsert to maintain my pace. As I was reinserting, she groaned though half closed eyes, *quot;Come inside me, I'm protected! I want to feel your warm cum.*quot; This was all it took as I increased the depth and speed almost knocking us both off of the tombstone. Then it was not humanly possible to hold back. This time it was my turn to groan raspy as I felt my cock swelling and starting to twitch as I took one last pile driver plunge and emptied my spurts of sperm into her hot quenching pussy. Wow! This time it took a few minutes for both of us to recover and regain speech.
She stared into my eyes locking our souls and said,*quot; You might not know this but that was the best ever. I mean the best. Cannot remember coming so hard. I'm still shaking.*quot;
I grinned *quot;Might just be the cold rain.*quot;
*quot;No, I know the difference. I'm totally satiated however I need more if you are up to it.*quot;
I laughed, *quot;With a little encouragement from you I can keep going. Give me a little rest. This tombstone is putting a permanent crease in my butt.*quot;
*quot;Believe me,*quot; she said,*quot; Anytime you are ready, and I mean ANYTIME. For you I'm available anytime. Sex has never been like this! I don't even know how many times I climaxed. How much Cum did you hit me with? It's still dripping down my leg and that's not rain.*quot;
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Of course, the phone rang. I was in the shower. It has been two days since the Cemetery and I had hesitated in calling Ilse several times, not wanting to seem too pushy. There was no mistaking her voice over the phone when the first thing she said was, *quot;I'm horny.*quot;
*quot;And I'm naked dripping out of the shower.*quot;
*quot;Hmmm, maybe we should do something about this coincidence,*quot; she purred in a Jane Mansfield heavy voice.
*quot;Unfortunately, I have a meeting to get to, otherwise...*quot;
*quot;Jason, I have another reason to call.*quot;
*quot;What do you need?*quot;
*quot;A fantasy!*quot;
*quot;Is that all? No problem.*quot;
*quot;Maybe you need to hear the details before you say yes.*quot; She continued, *quot;I saw this in a movie once and I always wanted to try doing this. I think it's called a Double Dip or more crudely a double penetration.*quot;
*quot;What!*quot;
*quot;I've always wanted to be filled up with two cocks at the same time.*quot;
*quot;Well last time I looked I only had one.*quot;
*quot;However, it is a magnificent one and you know to use it. You are a very nasty man. Almost a match for me in terms of being nasty.*quot;
*quot;Assuming I have one to contribute to your project where are we going to get the other one?*quot;
*quot;I have a nice one in mind. As a matter of fact, he deflowered me. Has a smaller penis but that's why I choose him to lose my virginity? Figure he will be appropriate as I've never done anal. Another virginity to lose and his being smaller might not hurt as much.*quot; She paused for a moment, *quot;Unless you are interested in doing the honors. I noticed you had a finger up my anus last week. That's what inspired me to think about doing the double for real.*quot;
*quot;Tom, my brother with the small penis...*quot;
*quot;Wait a minute, Ilse. You brother took your virginity?*quot;
*quot;No silly, he didn't take it. I gave it to him. Actually, I guess it was more of a trade as he gave me his virginity at the same time. We exchanged.*quot;
*quot;So, you want your brother in this threesome?*quot;