Erotic stories: Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 2
I woke early as I always do. No matter if I went to bed at ten or two—I was always awake by 6:30. Back to the shower I went, rubbing my vaginal secretions from my body. Once out and dry I took my Henry vibe and cleaned it thoroughly with Germ-X alcohol-based hand cleaner. I needed to keep it and my puss clean, especially now that I could envision Henry’s tongue firmly between my thighs. Then I dressed in a simple and extremely tight cotton top and hip-hugging Capri’s before walking out to my Beemer. My sheerest bra encased my tits so my hard nipples would be visible.
The last thing I’d said to Henry when I had dropped him at his dorm was, “Be ready by eight so we can go to breakfast together. We’ll pay our tuition bills once we’re done and then we can register. Once that’s done we can spend the rest of the day together.” I arrived five minutes early so I stepped out to lean against the fender while I waited for Henry. Of course, there was the chance that he wouldn’t show, but I’d bet my left tit that he would. Like my daddy, I’m a very good reader of people and I was sure I’d made the right read on Henry.
There must have been four guys who tried their moves on me during the five minutes I waited. I was polite as always, but firm as I told them I simply wasn’t interested. Looking past the final one I saw Henry jogging toward me, his hair still wet.
I greeted him with a kiss then went to my door. It was time to teach Henry manners so I stood there for more than a minute until he came to open the door for me. I stroked his cheek as I leaned in for a quick peck and whispered, “You will always open my door for me, Henry—always.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” was his polite reply. I kissed him once he was in the car with me then asked if he had his scholarship letter for the bursar. He assured me that he did. I asked him what he liked to eat for breakfast although I could have predicted everything.
“I think we’ll go to Denny’s, Henry—it’s just outside town. I’m hungry this morning. You gave me a big appetite last night—more than one, actually. I gave my biggest vibrator a new name. I call it ‘Henry’ now. We were both a mess by the time I was done.” I laughed and a moment later Henry joined me. We were still laughing when I put my hand on his thigh.
I asked for a booth at Denny’s—one near the rear. Henry slid in and I followed. This time my hand found his cock. I wasn’t at all surprised to find it hard. I could see the desire in his eyes as the waitress approached, but I never moved my hand. Turning to her I ordered for both of us—“One coffee, one large orange juice, two Grand Slams, scrambled, one with double bacon.” It was clear that she was dismissed when I returned my attentions to Henry.
I was sure that Henry was mortified. His eyes were very expressive. The waitress had clearly seen me rubbing Henry through his khakis. He hadn’t seen anything yet. I was looking straight into his eyes when I unbuckled his belt. He started to object, but my fingers to his lips silenced him in a flash. The waitress had returned with our drinks—coffee for me and juice for Henry when I had just pushed my hand into his briefs. She giggled, but I took command as always when I remarked, “I’m a big tipper. I’ll give you a peek when you bring the food…okay?”
“Is it worth seeing?” She had bent over to whisper into my ear.
“I think so. In fact, I named my biggest vibrator after it last night.”
“Ohhhh, sounds promising—I can hardly wait. I’ll be back in about five minutes. Can I bring some of the other waitresses?”
“Sure…just remember—you can look, but only I get to touch.” She laughed all the way to the kitchen as I turned back to Henry. He was shaking with fright. “Relax, Henry,” I said as I leaned in for a kiss. “It’s just good clean fun, besides I want them to be jealous of me. I’ll take the very best care of you again right after registration and maybe again after dinner if you’re a really good boy. Didn’t I take care of you last night?”
“Yes…it was incredible, but I don’t understand why you’re interested in me.”
“Really?” Squeezing his hard cock I continued with a whisper. “This tells me otherwise. It’s the nicest one I’ve ever seen. I think I’ll be ready to taste it in a few weeks. How does that sound?” I leaned in for another kiss as I pulled the waistband down beneath his heavy balls. Henry was fully exposed to anyone who walked by. Fortunately, the restaurant wasn’t crowded, but four waitresses came by to check on our order. They all thought it was just fine, especially when they saw how cute Henry was when he was blushing.
The waitresses stood in a semi-circle and watched as I slowly stroked Henry. His cock was hard and as hot as could be, but I decided not to push my luck. I kissed Henry again and tucked his stiff rod back into his briefs. Seconds later Henry was zipped and belted. The waitresses thanked me and returned to work as we dug into our meals. I paid the bill with my debit card and left a ten-dollar tip for a bill that was less than twenty dollars, including tax.
Henry remembered to hold the door again and I waited until he was seated before starting the engine. I gripped his chin and pulled him into along deep kiss. It was much better than his first, in fact it was great. Breaking it, I moved back just an inch or two to whisper, “I hope I didn’t embarrass you. I just wanted to show off that beautiful cock you have. Are we okay?”
Damn, his eyes just drove me crazy, but he nodded. “Yeah, okay, but I was worried. My ma would kill me if I got arrested, especially for indecent exposure.”
“Okay…I’m sorry—no more sharing your cock with waitresses, or anyone else, for that matter. I’m a pretty good judge of women, Henry. I was about ninety percent sure she’d go along…find your cock ‘interesting.’”
I drove away to the Bursar’s office—first, pay the bills and, then, we’d get to register. I thought mine would be interesting. I’d done well in the placement exams we’d all taken earlier in the week, earning exemptions from Freshman English, and Math and being placed in French 5. I’d also gotten credit for an additional twelve credits for Advanced Placement courses I’d taken in high school. Henry wasn’t so lucky, although he did qualify for Spanish 3.
Of course, there was a long line at the Bursar’s office even though they had every teller’s window open. It was almost eleven when we walked down to registration. There were lines here, but more than a dozen arranged alphabetically. Most freshmen were enrolled automatically in basic classes depending on their stated major so they took maybe a minute, at most.
Then they got to me. I shared the information from my advisor and my computer-generated schedule was trashed. I was escorted behind the table to find my advisor among the hundreds of professors and instructors. Half an hour later I had the courses I wanted, especially “The Constitution,” one of the critical courses for pre-law students. I met up with Henry who had waited patiently almost the entire time.
Ten minutes later we were back in my apartment with Henry seated naked on my couch while I walked into the kitchen for another dish towel. I was wondering then if I should buy some condoms. Which would be cleaner or more convenient? Of course, I could use the condoms if and when—no, definitely when—I fucked Henry. Walking around the corner I had to stop for a second and stare.
How could such a slender boy come equipped with such equipment? I swear, his cock sticking up from his prone body reminded me of Devil’s Tower rising from the landscape in northeastern Wyoming. I had first noticed it from miles away when Mom and Daddy had taken me there years ago as a child. Only when we were up close did I realize how mammoth it really was—more than a mile around the path at its base and some of the basalt sections that had fallen bigger than a city bus.
Moving the coffee table away I knelt by Henry and laid the towel over his torso. He looked at me questioningly as I dribbled lube over the head. “A preview,” I told him, “of when you actually put it into me. Yes, Henry, it will happen, but not right away. I’m not a slut who sleeps with anyone. I have to know that my partner is committed to me first and that will take time.
Until then you’ll have to do with my hand or, maybe, my mouth.” His cock jumped and twitched when I said that. The lube had run down to my hand so I twisted my wrist to spread it over his magnificent shaft. Slowly, at first, my hands glided over his soft skin. I’d always thought that was a contradiction—rock hard on the inside and soft as satin on the outside. Maybe it showed that God had a sense of humor.
My eyes were on Henry’s face as my pace increased. He was clearly somewhere else—somewhere new and terribly exciting—during the whole episode. He was somewhere in submissive heaven. I’d first thought that Henry might be submissive when I noticed him on tour. Then at the dance my feelings were strengthened. They were pretty much confirmed this morning at Denny’s.
I knew he was mortified at his exposure, but he accepted it because it was what I wanted. I couldn’t imagine any jock or normal American male allowing that. Oh, they’d whip it out in a second in private, but to sit in a public restaurant and allow some girl they barely know to put you in what had to be an incredibly embarrassing situation—never!.
I could tell that Henry was getting close. It would be tempting to aim his load at his face, but he’d endured enough at my hands today and I wanted him in a positive mood for when I began his tutelage in cunt licking. By the time I finished with him he’d have the strongest tongue on campus. Hell, he’d have the strongest tongue in Pennsylvania. He chose that exact second to erupt, and erupt he did. His first two ropes—long and thick—flew more than two feet into the air. That was further confirmation on his submissiveness. He was excited about the day’s experiences. His submissive behavior was something that had turned him on big time.
I cleaned him once he was done, wiping the semen that had missed the towel. To be completely honest I’d done that deliberately—just more of the fun I wanted to have with Henry. I even admit to licking a few drops—yummy—as a prelude to that time when I would take him as deeply into my mouth as possible; mental note—buy a big cucumber to practice on.
I sat next to Henry—him naked, me clothed—as I began to introduce him to my pussy. I removed my jeans as I told him, “Give me your hand, Henry. No, the right one.” His expression was priceless as I opened my legs and led his hand to my womanly core. I was wearing panties now, but not for long. “Place your hand on my cunt. Here…let me show you.” His hand now covered me. It was bigger than I had thought so I opened my legs to accommodate him. Holding his wrist I slowly rubbed his hand over my labia until they were red and puffy—swollen with my desire.
“Kneel between my legs, Henry. Now pull my panties down my legs. Do you like them? I wore them especially for you. That’s it, pull them past my feet. Now I’d like you to smell them. Hold them up to your nose and breathe deeply.” He closed his eyes as he inhaled my essence. “That’s what you do to me, Henry. You’re going to be an incredible lover by the time I finish teaching you and then I’m going to reap the benefits. Don’t worry…I’m going to take the very best care of you, too. We’re going to take care of each other.”
I folded his fingers until only his middle finger was extended and, of course you knew where that was going next. I guided him until he began to finger-fuck me on his own. “Feel the rough spot just inside on the top?” I smiled when he nodded. “Rub that, but be gentle. That’s my G-spot. Rubbing that can make me cum.”
“I want you to, Nancy. You deserve to cum for being so nice to me.” How sweet! I leaned forward to kiss him and about twenty seconds into it I did, arching my back and growling into Henry’s mouth. I think I scared him at first, but I held his head in place to continue our kiss.
Breaking it, I whispered, “You can stop now. You did a wonderful job on me. Come up here and sit with me while I rest.” I fell asleep then with Henry’s arm around me. It felt so right.
I woke up about an hour later and I was ready for more. Directing Henry between my legs again I had him repeat everything he’d done earlier, but this time I showed him my clit. Slowly and lightly I traced a circle around it and Henry continued exactly as he’d been taught. He was doing so well. I came again less than a minute later, screaming and thrashing wildly.
Henry looked up and I could see he was terrified. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I pulled him up and gave him the kiss of his life. “You didn’t hurt me, Darling—you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” Okay, that was a slight exaggeration, but I wanted to push Henry in the right direction and there’s nothing like a little positive reinforcement. I pulled him up to the couch and sat in his lap, making sure his cock wasn’t too close to my pussy. I wasn’t ready for that—not yet—but I thought that things were progressing very well between us.
“Take off my top, Henry. It’s time to introduce you to my puppies. You have so much to learn. I’m glad I’m your teacher. You’re such an excellent student.” Of course, like most boys he had a terrible time with my bra clasp, but it was worth the effort when they sprung free. I spent at least ten minutes teaching Henry about my breasts—how I liked to have them rubbed and massaged, how I loved to have my areolas teased and my nipples rolled between his fingers and suckled between his lips and teeth.
Still naked I pulled Henry into the kitchen for an early dinner. In our excitement for each other we’d completely forgotten about lunch. I knew that Henry had a meal plan in the cafeteria, but how often do you get to eat burgers and salad naked with your girlfriend? Henry made the burgers with his hands, covering them with a light layer of salt and pepper while I prepped a tossed salad. Once the burgers were on the broiler we set the table, still naked.
I teased Henry, playing with his cock several times, marveling at how quickly it became erect. It was a truly beautiful organ and would be even better when it wasn’t surrounded by the thick bush of pubic hair it had now. I thought we might address that tonight as we snuggled in bed together—after we’d showered. Maybe I’d do it then and he could do me. Hmmm, that was definitely a thought.
I had realized that we would have to do other things besides sex if we wanted a real relationship. That would mean asking Henry a lot of questions and making him answer—getting him to open up about his life, his personal history, his interests, and his life goals. The secret to that would be to increase his comfort level. I would retain control of the relationship, but I wanted him to be able to speak his mind freely, both to me and in social situations with other students. I decided then that I’d make this my second goal for Henry. I stopped for a minute to turn the burgers and asked Henry to get some glasses, ice, and Coke from the refrigerator.
We ate together at the table and I began the conversation by asking him about his family. “I think I told you that my dad died in 2000. I was three at the time so I barely remember him. He was a math teacher and track coach at Shamokin High School. Everyone has told me that he was a great teacher and a better person. I do know that my mom was devastated by his death.
She hated moving in with my grandparents…her parents, in fact she still does. She doesn’t get along too well with her mother. They both have the same personality. They’re rigid and strict and not terribly tolerant of other people’s ideas. They never let me do anything. I had to go straight to school and go straight home. That’s why I never dated. I’m surprised that I was allowed to come to school here. I’d probably be in our local community college if I hadn’t gotten a scholarship.”
“What about your grandfather?”
“Gramps? He was always there, but he wasn’t. Know what I mean?”
“Grandma ran roughshod over him?”
“Yeah, and most of the time she was wearing spurs!” I laughed. It was the first time I’d seen Henry’s sense of humor in action.
“How was school for you?”
“I always did pretty well in my studies. I should, after all—all I ever did was study or do chores. Some of the kids tried to bully me. It was hard because my mother absolutely forbade me to fight. I did once in junior high and I really caught it when I got home. She beat me with one of my dad’s belts.” I was appalled. I pulled Henry’s face first to mine and then to my breast where I encouraged him to suckle for a minute before we continued to eat. He looked at me again with those eyes. I knew what he would say before he opened his mouth—“Thank you.”
“Tell me about your roommate.”
“Uh…I have two. They’re both taller and heavier than I am and I think they’re going to try bullying me, too.”
“You don’t think they’d physically hurt you?”
“I don’t know. Of course, I’ve only known them for a few days, but we don’t seem to have much in common. They both have foul mouths and they have no respect for women. They make all kinds of rude comments and they do it right in front of the girls then they get upset when the girls flip them off.”
“I wonder what they’d say about me.”
“One of them already has tried you. He tried to pick you up this morning. Remember the guy with the bright orange shirt?” I did; he came across as a real asshole. His comments were more crude than rude. He acted like he was God’s gift to women. I wondered how he would feel when he learned I was Henry’s. That was worth a chuckle or two.
We finished dinner and I was pleased that Henry took a major role in cleaning up, volunteering to wash the broiler while I loaded the dishwasher. I was careful to reward him by rubbing my tits against his back and even reaching down to his big dick several times while I nuzzled his neck. I left the day’s trash tied in a plastic kitchen bag by the front door. I’d allow Henry to take it out when I took him home.
“I think you need a shower, Henry; I know I do,” I said as I led him down the hallway. The bathroom had a stall shower as well as a tub. I led him to the shower and I had to giggle when I pulled him in with me. “Before we wash each other I need to speak with you about this.” I ran my fingers through his pubic hair. “Would you like me to put my mouth on you one of these days?” Henry was so cute when he just gulped in response.
“I’ll take that as a yes. If so, this forest has to go. I hate hair in my mouth so after we shower I’ll trim it and then shave it, both above your lovely cock and on your scrotum, too, down to your ass. If anyone kids you about it just tell them what I said—no blowjobs while that hair is there. You can do me next. After tonight I’ll expect you to do it either in the dorm shower or here. C’mon, it’ll be a bit tight in here, but that’s okay.” I reached out and tickled Henry’s stomach.
There was no reaction. “Sorry,” he told me. “I’m not ticklish…not anywhere on my body.”
I reached up to kiss him and as I did I whispered, “Just so long as I get a reaction when I touch this.” His cock definitely responded, exactly as I’d hoped. We shared a laugh as the water warmed and another as I donned a shower cap. “Go ahead and laugh, but without this I’d be spending the rest of the night drying and fixing my hair instead of allowing you to eat my pussy. Take your choice.”
That made me laugh; “Okay, the hat it is.” I pulled Henry into the shower and handed him the soap. “You go first; wash me—every part of my body. Don’t be afraid to touch me anywhere.” I laughed when he began by tenderly washing the exterior of my “hat.” “My body, Henry…my body, not my ‘hat!’” I sounded as though I was scolding him, but I smiled and kissed his cheek as I did so there was no misunderstanding my intent.
Henry turned me around, whispering something about saving the best parts for last. I chuckled under my breath thinking that this couldn’t possibly go any better than it was. He began at my neck and worked his way down, scrubbing my back, my hips, and my ass before kneeling to address my legs and feet. When I turned around his face was right where I wanted it—right in front of my cunt.
He looked up at me and I spread my legs in invitation. A hand gently applied to the back of his head took away any doubts. His face found my cunt and he began with his tongue what his fingers had done to me earlier. I had to lean back against the wall to support myself because less than five minutes later I came for the fourth time in less than twenty-four hours and it was the biggest by far. I pulled Henry up and took him into my arms, my large firm breasts with their hard nipples pressing into his chest. Our kiss was both tender and loving…and as hot as the surface of the sun as I absolutely devoured him.
Finally, I took the soap from his hand, spun him around and soaped his back and butt. I hesitated nary a second before running my finger up and down his butt crack, even running my finger tip over his anus several times. I wasn’t surprised when he closed his eyes and groaned in rapture. Kneeling, I washed the backs of his thighs and calves. Naturally, I was in perfect position when he spun around. I wasn’t quite ready to blow him, but I did lick around the head and down the sensitive underside of his shaft.
Henry was disappointed that I didn’t continue so I whispered into his ear once I had risen. “If I take care of you now there won’t be much once we get out of here. The night is young and I’m looking forward to hours of fun with you.” Then I kissed him to seal the deal. I finished by washing his chest and arms and running my frothy hands over his skin.
I exited momentarily, returning with a scissors, a disposable razor and a can of aerosol soap. Kneeling, I trimmed his hair down to less than half an inch then covered his groin and scrotum with soap. Looking up I promised, “I’ll be very careful. I don’t want this or these damaged. If they are I won’t have any fun until they heal.” Then I kissed the head of his cock and got to work. Less than three minutes later he was as bare as the day he was born. I rose, kissed him quickly, and handed him the scissors, razor and soap before leaning back and spreading my legs.
“Don’t worry, Nancy—I’ll be careful, too.” And he was—very—shaving and then kissing every area on and around my cunt.
We dried each other and I covered both shaved areas with soothing lotion, laughing as I released my raven hair from its “hat” even as I led Henry to my bed. “We’re still not ready to fuck, Henry, but there are plenty of other things we can do. Why don’t you start by eating my nice smooth pussy?” I continued once his tongue had made contact with my cunt. “I’m sure you know, Henry, that boys think they are in charge when it comes to sex, but that’s not true. Women have always been in control. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No…I understand and I don’t mind. You’re taking good care of me. I don’t know how I could masturbate with two roommates in my room. There’s no privacy in the shower either.” We pulled the blanket down and fell together onto the sheet.
“Hold me, Henry. I want to feel your strength…your strong arms around me.” I shifted my hips back so his erection would be between us where I could rub it with my abdomen. I felt that I was in good to excellent shape having played volleyball and soccer last year. I was good enough to be a starter on winning teams, but not good enough to play on the collegiate level. I was proud of my muscular abdomen and butt and one of these days I’d wrap my long strong legs around Henry and give him the ride of his life.
We lay on the bed holding and caressing each other. “You can touch me anywhere, Henry—my breasts, my pussy, even my ass. Just show me how much you love me.” The look he gave me when I said that was nothing less than incredible. I’d bet that nobody had ever asked for his love before. More importantly, he gave it to me—willingly and eagerly.
I asked him to lick me and he moved between my legs. I kept him there for more than an hour as I came four times, each more incredible than the last. Henry’s head was on my belly between orgasms where I could reach his head and run my fingers through his damp hair. Finally, I thought it was his turn and pulled him up to lie next to me. Rolling him onto his back my hand found his cock slippery with pre-cum.
Now I imitated him, moving between his legs. I licked him several times—his cock and his balls– causing him to gasp and his body to spasm. When I began to stroke I pushed his legs farther apart so I could fondle his balls, slick now that their thick cover of hair had been removed. Both my hands were busy so I moved back up to kiss Henry again. I knew exactly what would happen and I was right. Henry spurted onto my chest and tummy, covering me in his slick white crème.
Henry looked to be appalled, but I just laughed and lowered myself to his body. Now we were both covered. “I’m afraid we’ll be stuck together if we stay like this,” I said with a giggle.
Soon he joined me. “Could be worse,” he responded.
My response was to rub myself over his torso. “Just spreading the glue.” We laughed together for almost ten minutes before I rose and pulled him back to the shower. It was quick this time and we returned to the living room for some Cokes and an hour of TV before I took Henry back to his dorm.
I was in an evil mood so I locked the Beemer and walked with him up to his room. I almost laughed when I saw his two roommates seated and listening to a CD. Making sure there was eye contact with the asshole who had tried to pick me up that morning I turned into Henry and whispered just loudly enough so they could hear. “Thank you, Darling—I had a wonderful day.” Then I gripped his head with my hands and pulled him down for a long tongue-laden kiss that went on and on for almost five minutes. “Whew,” I said when we broke it, “that was some kiss. G’night, Lover.” I kissed him quickly and sauntered out to the hallway. I’d see Henry again the following morning.
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