Fuckaphile Ch. 03

BACKSTORY

Saone (Sa-on-y) Martine a brilliant, eighteen-year-old college student has learned about the female anatomy through books and Google, but he is a virgin. He is handsome, six feet tall, one-hundred and eighty pounds, but he is shy and reserved in public settings. For some unknown reason, females twenty-five of years age or older are attractive to him, and driven to take them without their consent.

Chapter One deals with Saone seeking and finding a vulnerable single female, a Professor of History, best described as plain, and with limited sexual experience. Saone traps Professor Vining in her home, ties her to a bed spread-eagled, and proceeds to make love to her which she enjoys. He leaves her in bed sleeping, goes to her landline, calls the police and reports a rape in progress. This chapter ends at the point.

Chapter Two begins with the police waking Professor Vining and asking if she had been violated. They're surprised by her answer,

"I've been sleeping, how could I have been molested?" The police proceeded to search inside and outside the house as well as examining the telephone system but find nothing amiss. They left wondering about the phone call and the professor's answer.

Saone's next victim is Gabrielle Newsome who is the mother of a friend who he tutored in Geography. He stalks Gabby until he has the opportunity to knock her unconscious using fluorine. When she awakens, he proceeds to make love to her gently. Over a period of hours, she succumbs to his machinations and enthusiastically enjoys having sex with him. The chapter concludes with Saone recalling his experience with Gabby and wondering who will be his conquest next time.

CHAPTER THREE

Gabrielle Newsome did not report rape, and I'm home free. I recall how much Gabby enjoyed the way I prepared her for my cock, and how much I liked the way she responded to me. It was a fabulous fuck, one I'll never forget.

Christmas comes and goes. It is a typical Martine celebration. The house brightly decorated, lots of family, more gifts than necessary, and more food and drink than anyone needed. Having family from all over the country is lots of fun with wholesome conversation, entertaining table games, and a few drunk uncles. A four-day Christmas celebration fit the season, but it was also great to say goodbye to all the relatives.

I didn't have anything planned for New Years except for being on the lookout for my next victim. Two incredible successes and I was looking forward to number three. What made me feel so good was that neither Professor Vining nor Gabrielle Newsome reported their non-consensual sexual assault. I thought of the number of orgasms they had and how they seemed to enjoy my lovemaking efforts. Using the word lovemaking may be a misnomer.

Helen Newsome, a student who I'd tutored during the fall semester, called me Friday afternoon inviting me to a New Year's party her parents would be hosting on Sunday 31 December. It would be a mixed crowd of her mother and fathers' friends as well as Helen's, and the appropriate dress was informal business.

I wear a pair of khakis, a light green long sleeve sweater, and brown loafers. Helen surprises me at the door by grabbing me around the neck and kissing me on the lips.

"Happy New Year," she says.

"Isn't kissing at midnight more appropriate," I say.

"Not for my favorite tutor. I spent more time with you last semester than any other male. You're more like a boyfriend than a tutor. I've come to like you a great deal, and you get to kiss me at midnight too."

"Saone, I'm so glad you could come," says Mrs. Newsome.

My body tightens when I hear and see her. The last time she was naked with all but one limb bound to her bed. I don't think she would recognize me, but I'm not sure.

"Both David and I want to thank you for helping Helen earn her only"A" this semester, and I hope you can help with Geography this coming semester too," Gabby says kissing me on the cheek.

It was the first time; she'd touched me in an affectionate matter. I savor her kiss and the memory of my body in hers. "It will be my privilege to be Helen's tutor again."

"Thank you, Helen, take Saone into the other room and introduce him to our other guests," Gabby says scurrying off to see about the remainder of the preparations.

On the way to the large living room where most of the guests had congregated, Helen says, "I'm pleased that mother is more herself tonight, she's been a bitch around the house and especially to my father ever since we returned from our ski trip. It's been a tough week around here."

"I'm sorry to hear that, I hope their relationship returns to normal." But, I'm wondering if her introduction to a higher level of lovemaking has affected her behavior toward her husband.

Helen introduces me to all the guests. Some were classmates who I either knew or recognized. Most of the others were couples older than our fellow students. I'm particularly impressed by the mother of one of Helen's best friends, Margo Westbury. She is petite with short blond hair, a banana shape, a nice set of tits, and an open personality. I plan to keep an eye on her as a possible mark

Helen and I circulate among both groups, but she is almost always at my side with her hands on me.

There is, of course, alcohol, conversation, music, and dancing.

I limit my drinking but enjoy dancing with almost all the ladies both young and old. I only had one dance with Gabby, and it was surreal. She held me close pushing her fabulous breasts into my chest and kissing me on the cheek when the dance ended.

About every other dance was with Helen, and she was hyperactive with her hands all over me. I enjoyed the attention, but there may have been some of her parent's friends who might have thought her to be overly affectionate.

The best dance of the evening is with Margo Westbury. She is an excellent dancer and talks the entire time. She is a mother of three, who works part-time at an accounting office, loves the outdoors, and working out at the gym and doing a little running. She doesn't mention her husband other than by name, but it is apparent from her comments that the relationship is in trouble. When the dance ends, we thank each other. I regretfully watch her disappear into the crowded living room.

As midnight approaches, Helen guides me to some hanging mistletoe. "I expect a passionate kiss from my favorite tutor. You can consider it a tutoring session of if want, except you, won't get paid."

"Yes, I will. Kissing you with passion will be acceptable payment."

The Dick Clark show is counting down from ten when Helen grabs me by the ass and initiates a kiss before the falling ball reaches midnight and the New Year. We stand under the mistletoe and kiss like long lost lovers, and her ability to use her tongue surprises me.

She whispers in my ear, "After everyone leaves, we're going to my room; I want to see what else you're able to teach me."

I look at her with a surprised expression. "Are you sure. Won't your parents be concerned if you and I are left here along?"

"No, my mother was the one who suggested that you and I should remain here together after midnight."

"Your mother told you that?"

"Yes, don't be so surprised. My mom understands the hormones of teenagers. She's not the typical overly-protective mom. She wants me to have a variety of experiences while I'm young and not be tied down by a husband or a live-in-boyfriend. Isn't she just the greatest?"

"Certainly, she's not your typical stay-at-home mom, and she's a beautiful, sexy woman."

"She'll be pleased to hear you told me that. Let's have another drink or two and maybe a dance as some of the guests begin to leave."

We went to the bar to have some spiked punch. It was called Pink Jehovah's Curse made with 190 proof grain alcohol, pineapple-grapefruit juice, some Seven Up, and Merrichano cherries. It has a great taste and a subtle kick. After several dances, Helen and I say goodbye to her friends who were leaving. At the same time, Helen's parents and friends are getting ready to go to a larger party held in a downtown hotel.

Gabby stops before she leaves. She kisses Helen and me on the cheek, "Have a good time celebrating the New Year," she says with a wink.

It was about 1:00 a.m. when we are left in the house alone.

Helen takes my hand and leads me upstairs to her bedroom when we'd spent lots of time studying Geography, but this time we are going there for an anatomy lesson.

She's dressed in a long black skirt and a red sweater with long sleeves and a high neckline. It was not a provocative outfit, but I had a good idea of what was hidden by her clothes. She slips her arms around my neck. "Shall we continue with a kiss?"

"Kissing my tutoree, is a privilege I never expected." I lower my lips to kiss her passionately.

She responds and opens her mouth to my probing tongue.

I explore her mouth with the enthusiasm of a spelunker.

Our tongues are like stalactites, stalagmites, columns, sheets, searching for the polished rocks of desire which we find together.

"Oh Saone, I'm so ready, so eager, so wanting to give you my virginity, my cheery." She steps back, kicks away her shoes, pulls her sweater over her head, removes her bra, unzips her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor, and bends to remove and step out of them. She stands in all of her eighteen-year-old glory, offering me her treasures. She smiles." Now, let me see you?"

My loafers join her heels on the floor, my green sweater flys across the room, my khaki's fall to my feet after I unfasten the belt and unzip my fly, before wrestling my long, hard as a rock cock from my BVDs.

"It's beautiful. I've never seen a real one. May I," she extended her hand.

"You've never seen one?" I ask shocked.

"No, yours is the first outside a book," she says.

"That means you're a virgin," I say stunned.

"Yes, does that matter? I so much want to give myself, my virginity, my cherry to you." She moves to me. "You haven't answered my question?"

I grab my shaft at the base. "Not only can you touch it, but you can kiss it, and give me your first blowjob."

"Ho...how do I do that?"

"I'll teach you. I'm going to sit on the bed. I want you on your knees in front of me."

I sit.

She kneels.

"Put your hand around my dick and rub up and down."

"I can barely get my fingers around it."

"It doesn't matter, just rub my staff until a spot of fluid appears on the head."

She hesitantly, slowly skimmed her fingers over my shaft."

"Oh, there' the liquid. What is it?"

"It's called precum, it contains the semen and sperm that could fertilize your eggs, but I assume you're on birth control?"

"Yes," she says as she continues slipping her hand up and down my prick, "Mom put me on birth control after my first period."

"You have a smart mother. Use your tongue to lick away the precum," I put my hand behind her head and lower it to my crown.

She licks, "It tastes a little salty, but I like it because it's yours."

"Pretend it's a lollipop."

She swirled her tongue around my helmet over and over looking up at my smiling face.

"Suck it."

Helen takes the head of my cock into her mouth and sucks gently.

"Harder," I say holding her head in place.

She increases the pressure, sucking harder and harder.

I moan, "Aaaaugh, I like that. Now slip your lips down the shaft. Go slow and take as much into your mouth as possible." I watched as she took about half my length between her sweet lips and into her mouth. When she started to gag, I pulled her head back. Do that over and over, until you can't go any longer." I watched Helen sucking her first cock, mine, and enjoying it as it is also my first blowjob. I have a hard time believing how good it feels and how much pleasure she gives me.

She slides up and down my cock for a long time. Finally, she pulls off of me with a pop. "I thought it would taste bad, but it wasn't distasteful, I like doing it, and I can feel myself getting wet. Is that natural?"

"Yes, it similar to the effect of our kissing. Do it again."

Using two hands, Helen held me in place and slipped her soft red lips up and down the long, thick pink cock which has a purplish crown and veins meandering down its length.

For the first time sucking a cock, I thought she did well because chills and thrills were stirring me to arousal.

She continued to suck me until the feeling welling from my scrotum was a sign that I was close to coming.

I pulled her away from my staff.

"That was fantastic; I didn't believe that taking a man's shaft into my mouth could taste so good and make me wet myself, She said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Stand up."

"Are we going to do it now?" She asked shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"No, we have more to do before you get to my dick." I pulled her to me and kissed her.

With our mouths open we dance with each-others tongues and explore our mouths.

The kissing is arousing, and I'm leaking pre-come as mucus dripped from her snatch.

"Saone, I'm so horny, can we do it now?" She tried to mount my cock.

Instead, I laid against her chest and breasts. "Not yet, Helen, I'm going to play with the second most favorite part of your body, your breasts. After all, they evolved for feeding boyfriends and children." I pull her right breast to me and take the nipple into my mouth. I gently run my tongue over her nub and delight as she squeals and tries to pull away from me. I hold her close and continue sucking, using the roof of my mouth and tongue, I add pressure to her hardened teat.

"At first it tickled, but now it just feels good and is sending thrills from my breasts to the rest of my body. I wish I'd been brave enough to allow you to do this to me this fall because I love the feeling you're giving me."

I didn't stop sucking but now that she's not trying to get away, I use my hand to fondle her other tit and to pinch her teat lightly.

"Oh God, that's a double whammy. It feels like sparks of electricity are leaping back and forth from one nipple to the other."

I switch boobs, sucking the left and caressing the right. I begin slowly, gently and increase the pressure on her nipples. Holding her tight, I steadily increase my enthusiasm by rolling my tongue back and forth over her left nub and rubbing her other teat harder between my thumb and forefinger.

"What are you doing to me? She cries. I've never felt these sensations before. They're incredible!

"I believe you've just had a minor orgasm," Releasing her breasts, I run a hand down her stomach to her pussy. Cupping her moans, I can feel her wetness and the separation of her vulva lips. I slip my social finger into her cunt up to two knuckles and flick the finger against the front wall of her opening, her G-spot.

"Oh God, keep that up it feels amazing."

I continue to flick my finger against her sweet spot and take a nipple into my mouth and suck, suck hard.

Helen grabs me around the head. Her legs begin to wobble, and she climaxes with a groan!"

I fall back on the bed and drag her limp body onto my body, and I pull her to my face.

"Wh...what are you doing? No, not that it's so dirty. I'm dripping wet."

She tried to stop me, but I pulled her until her snatch covered my mouth. I thrust my tongue between her vulva lips and flicked it rapidly against the front wall of her entrance.

Helen goes into a humping motion as I tongued her G-spot. "Oh God, oh God, what are you doing to me?"

I didn't stop but persistently ran my tongue back and forth against her sensitive site.

She stopped moving, her body became rigid, she leaned back, her head rolled from side to side as she climaxed with a howl!

Holding her in place, I waited until she calmed before pushing her back far enough, so I had access to her clit. I swiped my tongue around her engorged clit concentrating on the top of its hood.

"Saone, did I have an orgasm?"

I lifted her slightly to answer. "Yes, I believe that was the first of many. Did you like it?"

"It was incredible. I've never felt that way before. I like what you are doing now it feels so good don't stop." She moved slightly forward.

Using my tongue, I wandered above and around her honey pot until I heard her breathing heavily. Placing my tongue to the side of her clit, I wrote meaningless symbols.

She began to tremble. "That's a marvelous feeling what are you doing to me?

I continued to run my tongue in imaginative patterns on both sides of her clit.

She was writhing on top of me.

I took her clit into my mouth and gently sucked.

Helen screamed as she lifted her hips and shot a stream of cum into my face. Her spasms went on and on until she fell from my grasp to the bed. Her body squirmed from side to side, her legs quivered, and she cried. "Oh my God, what just happened to me? Everything turned black, and I saw flashes of white each time I felt my pussy pucker. It was unbelievable, and I loved it." Her breathing was at a high rate, and she perspired as though she'd run a 100-yard dash.

I waited until she quieted before I rolled on top of her with an open mouth kiss.

She kissed back, eagerly.

When we came up for air, she says, "Saone, I'm ready. I've already seen paradise, but I want you to give me your beautiful cock."

I crawled between her legs, rolled a condom down my rigid hard-on, and explored with my shaft until the head slipped between her vulva lips. "This is probably going to hurt like hell," I said sliding into her cunt until I felt resistance.

"I don't care; I'm so happy a little pain won't affect me."

With all of my weight on her, I pulled my rod back to her entrance, "Here I come." I plunged into her box with the rapidity of a falcon diving for its prey.

She screamed, "My God it feels bigger than it looks and you were right it hurts like hell."

Waiting with the patience of Job, I lay buried up to my balls.

Helen quieted down even though tears raced down her face.

Slowly, I withdrew and reentered. With a slow pace, I pushed myself as deep into her as I could and retreated. Over and over, I humped her. I could feel the walls of her tube separate as I enter and collapse as I retreat. Every nerve in my cock feels stimulated, and I drew closer and closer to a climax. I stop.

"Why did you stop?" she asks.

"I was going to come, but I wanted to wait."

"Why would you do that?"

"I'm enjoying your pussy massaging my cock, and I don't want to finish until I can no longer control myself and have an orgasm."

"Don't wait too long, because I want to have an orgasm too."

I rose onto my hands and said, "Finger yourself."

"Wh...what are you talking about?"

"I want you to masturbate as I stroke you. Go ahead, do it because it shouldn't take you too long to climax."

She hesitantly moves her hand between us.

"Keep going until you can feel your clit, then finger yourself as hard and fast as you can. I'll continue slowly."

Closing her eyes, she fingered her sweet spot, and I gently pushed and pulled my cock out of her pussy. I was getting close again, but I slowed.

Helen's eyes, popped open, she thrust her cunt onto my shaft, and she moved in all directions at the same time. "Oh God, Oh God, what is that wonderful feeling?" She cried as she climaxed.

I held her in place until her orgasm passed. Taking her ankles, I pushed her legs wide and to the side of her head. Using her ankles as anchors, I did push up in her tunnel. I started slowly and gradually increase my pace.

"I'm coming, I'm coming again," she moaned and writhed beneath my pounding staff. I slowed again waiting for her to enjoy her orgasm.

"Do you like that feeling?" I asked.

"Yes, of yes, keep going I want to have that joy again, and I want you to come with me."