Jacob’s Bed: Part 1Jake’s sister-in-law moves in.In 2 parts, based on the work of Bobbi R. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.My wife is a wonderful woman. We married when I was thirty-six and she was thirty-five. We'd both been through first marriages that had gone sour and I knew almost from the moment I met her that this one was going to be for the rest my life. My first marriage had been a disaster: I wanted kids but she didn't; I was a romantic, she was more hard-headed; yet she was the one who went into fits of jealousy every time I so much as talked to another woman. The sex wasn't that great either. It couldn't last and we divorced after only five years.Leah, on the other hand, was everything any man could want. But I won't go into details. There's nothing more boring than listening to a man listing his wife's virtues. Let's just say we laughed a lot. Oh, and the sex was amazing. Even after we'd been married a couple of years, we were still at it like rabbits, fucking at every opportunity. 

Tales of a house cleaner with libido.By Dina Petro - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Impotence Therapy for a grieving man.Frank’s lost love took a toll on his manhood.I clean homes as a business. Some clients are on a regular schedule, but some new requests come in; either for one-time services or as a new recurring client.The minute I walked into Frank’s house for a cleaning job, he was awkwardly eyeing my body, checking me out, top to toe. He was a big flirt as well. He was an older man of mid-fifties, tall in size with an athlete body. He was wearing athletic Navy blue sweatpants and a red tee shirt.All of his eying and flirting actions were from a distance. He did not get anywhere near me while I was working. I have to admit I was flirting back and acting as loose as I could.Of course, the outfit I was wearing was sexy. It consisted of a lose top and a short, knee high skirt. Being a good-looking woman in my late twenties with silky soft white skin; I must have been a point of interest of that naughty older man who seemed to be a ‘twat-hungry’ man from the first minute I met him. I carried in my assortment of cleaners, machines and other supplies.I was about to start cleaning the major living room which was open to the kitchen. It still had a small Christmas tree from the last Christmas, a couple months ago. I confirmed the list of rooms and processes requested, and the full charges for the day’s work.He approached me direct this time saying “Julie, I am sure you have noticed my eyeing your body wherever you go. I really like what I see very much, but I hope I did not bother you or harass you other than eyeing your body and flirting with you?”I giggled saying, “No, you did not Sir. I did not complain either, did I?”He smiled saying, “No you did not, but I have a very special request which I am going so spill out directly without going around the bush, if I may?”I said, “Well, go ahead Sir, say it, I will be honest and direct forward as well by answering you.”He said, “I have an offer for you, if you finish the rest of your cleaning job bottomless, I would pay you ‘time and a half; of what we had agreed.”I did not give any reaction right away, I happen to be a sex-loving whore, besides, I do this kind of low-paying job for the purpose of getting better tips, no matter what it would take to make those tips. So, showing my body or at certain situations offering my body, is sometimes part of that. I wasn’t truly shocked from hearing his request, it wasn’t the first time a client asked me for such thing, but I acted shocked, not disgusted, and without losing my smile. Then I said, “What do you mean sir, and how could I do that?”He smiled saying, “Oh, you know what I mean Julie. But for the ‘how’ part, it is easy. Just drop your skirt down, make your panties follow it and continue working like that. Don’t hide your lovely womanhood. Simply be comfortable showing me your goodies.”I said, “I would be literally nude by then. I am not wearing any bra.”He smiled saying, “What a nice piece of information. I would love that, but you still can keep wearing your top; as per our deal.”I was silent but grinning. Thinking about it for a while, I wanted to do it by all means. The money he offered was very tempting, but I did not want to sound like a cheap desperate whore. I said, “I am sorry, sir. I can’t do that, I need the money, I have a lot of needs. But how could I ever display my body like that?”He shocked me by insisting and increasing the money offer to double the cleaning pay, which finally made me approve of his request without any further hesitation. I found myself wanting to do it, especially since I happen to actually be a sex-loving whore; and it was my chance to seduce an older man by building a lusty fire in his loins. I said, “Okay, Frank. You’ve got yourself a deal.” I looked him in the eyes and grinned, then took my skirt off and dropped my panties down, right where I was standing. I loved watching his lustful reaction as I stepped toward him, then turned and bent over at the waist to pick up my garments. I continued working the duties like that, as if nothing happened.The man laid down on the couch, propping his neck and head up by a huge headrest. I sure was acting like a slut, I made sure my back was always facing him while I was doing lots of pending over and getting on my knees as I mopped and cleaned the floor areas, making sure my fully bare assets, ass, trimmed cunt and all; were in full display for his ‘cunt hungry eyes’. My walking about the place was quite sultry and with lots of sway in my ass.Frank was getting an instant hard-on. A few minutes later, he was bold enough to pull his cock out from under his sweat pants and started massaging it. It was a beautiful phallus with a wide head and thick veiny shaft. It pointed straight up. I acted as if I did not notice or see him, but I was looking at it through the corner of my eyes without him noticing me. Finally, I looked at his cock smiling, and said, “What the hell are you doing Frank?”He said, “Oh, Julie; I hope that doesn’t bother you. I am trying not to bother you, as per our deal. But just eyeing you, to be honest, this is the first time I’ve been able to get my cock hard and big for a long time. I couldn’t help it, sorry.”I was smiling, still looking straight at his hard cock and saying, “It is okay. It is a nice cock by the way. I bet it hurts. It’s showing all of its veins and looks like it could burst from the pressure, or trying to get out of its skin, I noticed how hard it is getting.”He said, “Yes, you are right, it is hurting me, but my balls are in more pain. I have to admit to you, I am living my most pleasurable moments since my late lovely wife passed away last December. I wasn’t even dreaming to see such a gorgeous body with breathtaking cunt and ass like yours. Suddenly my cock seems to be asking for attention. That is why I am massaging it myself, at least”I grinned again saying, “You are making me feel guilty for making it that hard. I can take care of it? I can give it a little tenderness or relieve it right away. But only if you want me to?”With a wide-open mouth of a shock he said, “Want you to do that? I would love for you to do it! If you would, please, I would be the happiest man ever.”I walked closer to him, knelt on the couch next to his feet, then bent down and gave the shiny phallic crown a little kiss, while looking him straight in the eyes. Then I softly said, “But I am sure you understand that riding your cock and getting fully fucked;  it rightly should increase my tip considerably more. It is not part of our agreed deal, is it?”I knew I was acting like a real hooker by then, and I sure sounded like one, asking for extra money to be fucked by him. But what the heck, I had started it and wanted to benefit from it even as I secretly lusted for it. Besides, I knew by getting him turned on that much, and him wanting to fuck me so bad; he would never refuse anything I was about to ask for.He moaned loudly saying, “Oh God, yes of course, let us say triple, instead of double the amount of the original contract.”For what, Frank?” I wanted a clear set of terms.“Uh, for riding my cock and making me cum while fucking you.” Frank said with a bashful tone.“Sweetie, if you could put the money in my bag now, I’ll make you happy, Frank.”Frank walked into his office, his shaft swaying horizontally. He came back naked with a check and dropped in in my bag, then retook his place on the couch. I took the opportunity to remove my blouse and check my appearance in the entry mirror. As I walked into the living room with my ass and tits swaying, I looked at the happy man with a sultry expression. His cock was still extra firm and I did my best not to look too impatient to ride him.I didn’t want to waste any time on oral sucking or anything else. I had a feeling he may cum fast. The poor guy seemed to be so happy that his cock was finally working again. He was so proud of his manhood, and he certainly had a cock to be proud of, getting it that hard. I just lifted my legs over his, saddled his body. Then I looked him in the eyes and smiled. I held his cock in my hand and started sliding his tip across my cunt lips, to be sure I was wet enough for the two of us. His huge veins were rigid and I knew it was going to add to my cunt’s pleasure.Then I was lowering my body onto it.  After I lined my cunt up with his cock, I felt it pressing my outer cunt lips open. When I rubbed a little, he started lifting his hips up higher, trying to fuck me fast and he screamed, “Please let it go inside, I want to fuck that sweet cunt of yours so bad!”I applied some pressure over his cock allowing it to start sliding in my already engorged and slippery wet cunt. I kept at it till he was balls deep in my cunt, I rested over his cock a little, watching the excellent look of satisfaction over the older man’s face while he was closing his eyes. I was enjoying the feeling of his cock stretching my cunt’s inner walls. Then I started dancing over his cock, up and down, nonstop.Frank was fucking me, and I was riding his cock like the real whore I am. We were both pushing in and out till he was screaming, asking if he could cum inside my cunt, I screamed “No, please don’t, but you can Cum over my tits or in my mouth if you like” he couldn’t choose, he had no time for it, he pulled out of my cunt and was shooting his cum loads over my firm tits, lips, cheeks and everywhere he could. He had months of cum bursting in ropes of white cream.I got off him, got on my knees and sucked his cock dry and clean again. I went to the bathroom for a quick clean up.When I came back, Frank was semi flaccid and smiling contentedly.As I worked, Frank told me of his grief and the loss of his active sex life, since his beautiful wife passed away. He said he’s been impotent since her death, until I arrived, today.When I finished the housecleaning, I looked at the check in my bag. It also had an extra envelop next to it, with the word ‘tip’ written on it.  I turned to him and noticed he was now sound asleep with a beautiful soft cock and balls resting nicely. I bent down and took his warm soft cock in my mouth and gently sucked him deeply, while my tongue gently and repeatedly made swallowing motions.Within a few minutes his cock was waking and stretching into my throat. I used my lips to firmly squeeze his shaft while I pulled halfway out. Frank was awake now, but gently massaging my wavy hair and saying nothing.I reached a thumb and finger around the base of his shaft and began a rapid pistoning of his thick and stiff cock. His breathing became halted and his thighs went stiff. As his ball sack constricted, I knew his load was about to erupt.  Felt the thick cream slide down my esophagus, as Frank’s cock ceased it’s pulsating.I gently rolled my tongue around his beautiful cock for a few moments while his breathing slowly relaxed.I gently arose and let his shaft plop down on his pelvis.“Frank.” I gently said. “You have a beautiful and very virile cock. You’re a wonderful and gentle man. I’m glad I was able to help you with two services, this trip.”I then leaned up and kissed him on the lips and left his house.By Dina Petro for An E StoryThe Cleaning Lady’s Preferred UniformThe housewife allowed me to wear slutty lingerie while working.Forward I've been taking on some part-time work to help out my financial situation, using a local service to connect with local folks who have specific work needing to be done.I focused on house cleaning since I'm very good at it and it usually turns into a recurring gig and steady reliable work with folks that I connect well with.A house cleaning service for a few hours was requested from the freelance contractor’s service office, They called me and I said I would be there on time. Evidently, this client did a deep dig on the references for several cleaning services, and I was specifically requested by the Hilmersons. When I reached the given address, rang the doorbell of the luxurious home. The door was opened for me by a good-looking middle-aged house wife, “Good evening Mrs. Hilmerson, I am Julie, your cleaning lady” I said.Mrs. Hilmerson smiled, asked me to come in saying, “Please; call me Melinda.”Mrs. Hilmerson briefed me on what was supposed to be done and I went to work right away. About half an hour later, Melinda walked to me saying, “Julie, I hope you don’t mind me leaving you alone and on your own. I am sure you already know what to do, and you seem good at it as well. I have some important social club matters to handle for a couple of hours.”I smiled saying, “Of course Melinda, go right ahead, but I have a request please?”She said, “Please, by all means, say it Julie.”I said, “Since I will be all alone in the house, can I wear something more comfortable for me to work in, maybe it is not customary for my job, but it feels very comfortable and makes me feel free. Plus, I move about faster.”She giggled saying, “of course darling, you are free to wear whatever makes you comfortable, even if you wanted to work naked.”We both laughed. Then I said, “not to that extent, but it is very close to that anyway.”She pointed at a close-by bedroom saying, “Okay, go ahead, get changed while I get ready as well, let me see that outfit, you are making me so curious about.”I took my bag with me, got in the room, then striped down to my outfit which was a simple black, totally see-through, and a high rise thong, made of the same material, totally transparent showing almost all of my Brazilian assets. I packed my pleated skirt and polo back into the bag. This matching minimal Ensemble allows me to feel more energetic and limber as I move around the house I also feel so damn sexy, which gives me even more energy to do my job.When I walked out, Melinda was already out waiting for me, she looked at me totally shocked, then smiling while checking my body out, top to toe, thoroughly. She giggled saying, “Hey woman, that looks so hot on you. I almost feel turned on being a woman. What if a man sees you like that?”I giggled saying, “thanks, so sweet of you to say so, does it really look hot? I know it is a slutty outfit, but it makes me feel totally free while working; almost naked, like you said.”She said, “I like it, yes of course it looks so hot on you, but make sure the front blinds are closed. You don't want any prudish neighbors to see you like that. The only person who has the ability to unlock that door is my husband, who is not due until late this afternoon; but;”I said, “But what?”She smiled saying, “well, he has the habit of showing up without prior notice, but that happens only  once every couple weeks, and if he walks in and sees you like that; Girl you will likely get seduced; even if you had an army to protect you, Julie.”I almost screamed, “What? Let me change back into my clothes then.”She giggled saying, “No honey, you got me wrong. I have no problem with you staying like that even if Carl came, as long as you don’t hold me despise me for what he talks you into?”Then she continued saying, “I mean, you have nothing to worry about, even if you stayed dressed like that. He will not force you into anything. When Carl comes home unannounced, it is because he is so horny with a stiff cock; and he is big, Julie. He would pull my hand, walk me to the bedroom, strip me naked, and fuck me like there is no tomorrow.”I said, “but you are his wife, he has the right to do it to you. Why would he do it to me? I can’t cheat on you behind your back and in your own house; no matter what he says to me.”Melinda walked closer to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a little peck on the cheek; whispering, “Honey, do not worry about cheating on me, I am okay with it. Honest, if he likes you, he would give you no chance to refuse anyway.” I have more regular fucking than my fuck-holes can recover from. He’s got enough libido for sharing.Melinda gave me a little playful pat on my ass; smiling and saying, “honey, I am out, have fun whatever it is” and she rushed out the door.I stood there, amazed!Damn it! Melinda had left me with lots of urges on my mind, but none of them is to change back into my other outfit. I mean, I am a slut who loves sex. She said he was sex-loving man, and he is big too. Besides, she said she didn’t mind if her husband fucked me, so my final decision was to go on working in my sexy, slutty outfit. And I was willing to take the risk, or should I say, I was hoping it would happen.Anyway; Less than half an hour later, my heart beats were racing much faster when I heard the keys jangle, the door click, and the knob twisted,‘Wow! That was fast,’ I thought.I was standing by the sink, turned around to find out who it was.My heart almost stopped beating when a good looking, tall, middle-aged man walked in, He closed and locked the door behind him. He froze there for a minute after saying “Hi.”Then he walked slowly towards me saying, “I could almost guess you are the cleaning woman, but you can’ be, can you?”I nodded saying, “Yes, I am. Why can’t I be?”He was boldly and bravely checking my whole body out, top to toe. I was a little embarrassed. I was almost nude in front of his hungry eyes. True, I tried to cover my tits with one hand and my cunt with the other one; but I was still semi-nude anyway. He pushed both of my hands away from their places, saying, “because you don’t look like a cleaning woman, my dear. You look like a beauty queen, honestly.”I almost giggled saying, “What? How does a cleaning woman look in your opinion?”He smiled saying, “old, fat, ugly; but you are totally different. You look like the sexiest woman on the face of the earth. Don’t even tell me your job is cleaning houses and such.”I said, “well, maybe it is not my major job, but I do it to make the extra money; that is all. I hope that is okay with you, Sir.”He smiled saying, “Wrong ma’am. Any beauty queen like you would not clean houses and kitchens for the extra money.”I said, “what else should I clean, then?” My eyes drifted to his crotch as I realized I had set up his next tawdry response.He looked me straight in the eyes with the most erotic, hungry look I have ever seen; saying, “I think you should get on your knees and clean cocks, my darling.”By then his hands were already touching me and feeling my body all over. He felt my bare tits after he had pushed the top aside. His other hand went over my hips, then up over my ass and upper thighs. But surprisingly enough, I didn’t do anything to stop him, I was just watching him, barely trying to pull back from him; and my ass was glued to the kitchen counter behind me.That was an answer I had never expected to come that fast from him, but I was an experienced slut, and without thinking about it I found myself saying, “And you don’t expect that for the same prices Sir, do you?”I mean, I think I blew it right there, I shocked myself by such slutty, whore-like answer, it was a damn implication that I approved of his suggestion if he paid me commensurately.He looked at me with a wide naughty smile, as if he loved my reaction. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out an almost foot long, rock hard cock. He flashed it to my eyes first, then he placed both of his hands over my shoulders saying, “No my darling. And call me Carl, please. Miss Julie, I don’t expect it for the same pay, I expect it to be at least ten times the cleaning girl’s pay. I am fully prepared to accept any mutual terms you set, just get on your knees and start cleaning my cock, please.” He softly was pushing me downwards towards his erect cock.Surprisingly enough, I got on my knees, felt his lovely cock, I admired it and massaged it a bit first.Then I got closer and wrapped my lips around it and started sucking on it.Slowly first, all while my eyes were looking him straight in the eyes, Just like a whore. I guess only whores would suck a stranger’s cock while looking him straight in the eyes, without a word said from my side. I was intent on giving him the blowjob of his life.I never had the pleasure of pleasuring a cock this big. I'd never forgive myself for not doing my very best to make it memorable for him.I was giving him the blow job of his life, which he seemed to like very much, I could tell from his reactions and loud moans, he managed to get rid of all of his clothes while I was sucking his cock. I had never been with a cock this big, or a man this virile.Then he stopped me, and held my hand. Pulling me up, he turned me around, asking me to lean on the kitchen counter; and started licking my cunt and ass. He was giving my cunt a lick and my ass a rim that I loved the best ever. I came so fast for the first time and he was doing a great job licking all of the honey juices flowing out of my cunt.He got up, rubbed his cock head to my fully lubricated cunt and started pushing its head into my cunt, slowly and carefully till he was balls deep in me. He fucked me so deep, fast, and hard till I came again.He switched positions and fucked me in a standing face-to-face position for another ten minutes or so before he got me on the table, on my back, and fucked me again. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, making sure every single inch of his long, fat cock was sinking so deep in my dripping twat.My cunt was stretched tightly, full of his thick girth and long length.He pulled out of me, got me up and leaning away from the counter but leaning way over with my arms and head resting on the counter, standing doggy style. He got down on his knees and started licking and rimming my ass hole, pushing a finger then two inside of me.He must have noticed and loved my reactions to that which was lots of joy with high sound moaning and shaking. Finally, he got up behind me and started rubbing his cock head to my swollen, wet cunt lips, to make sure his big rod was well lubricated.Then his marvelous shaft moved to my welcoming asshole, trying to enter in my rear fuck hole with his thick ramming rod.Before pushing it in, he whispered in my ear, “I know this would increase the tip you’ll be getting, if you don't mind my saying that I would love to fuck your ass if it's okay with you?”I guess I didn’t have to say anything by then. My reactions of moaning, shaking my ass right and left, then pushing it back against his cock, was enough for him. He started pushing his cock, inch at a time, inside my back fuck hole; till he was balls deep in my ass.He froze a moment then fucked me like there was no tomorrow. He shocked me by being one of the best fuckers I had ever had!He took his time to cum, but when he did he had rewarded me with a huge load of cum placing it all up into my ass, then more on my ass-cheeks.I scooped some of the cum and placed it between my lips, sucking on my fingers while looking him straight in the eyes. Smacking, winking, and naughtily saying, “Can I go back to work now?He caught his breath while I finished my snacking.Finally, I asked; “What about your wife, who was here not long ago?”He smiled saying, “Well, yes you can go back to work, I will clean up and go back to work, too.Actually I expected to fuck my wife and go back to work, but I am glad I found you instead of her, she doesn’t show that much enthusiasm as you did towards being fucked.You are way more into ass-fucking than she is. But in her defense, It can be painful when it becomes a daily routine.I was stunned! “How often are you getting serviced, Carl?”“Well, Melinda tries to make sure my balls are drained early each morning. She could teach grad school classes on fellatio. Most days I can make it until I get home. But some days I just have to come home for lunch, like today.”“So, Does Melinda let others help her service your libido?”I won’t talk about it, but you can go ahead and talk to her if you want, she would not mind, I bet she would give you a big ‘thank you’ kiss for helping her out, today.”He stepped away and I finished packing up.  I wonderd what he would have done, today, with his wife gone to the country club luncheon? If I had refused his advances, he’d be frustrated by his wife being gone. His phone buzzed and caught my attention, there on the kitchen counter. I looked over at the screen. It had a text from Melinda. It said “How was she?”  What the hell? She set me up so she could have some ‘girl time’?In the message above it, from an hour ago, Melinda said’ “You might want to meet our sexy new house cleaner, while she’s at the house. I’ll go to the club so you two can get to know each other.”I smiled, thinking to myself, I bet she doesn’t mind either, The hell with pretenses! How could she give up such a great cock that I have enjoyed feeling and tasting in every fuck hole I had, I washed up in the nearest bathroom, put my “fuck me” outfit back on and got back to work.Carl was already gone, but he did not forget to place a great amount of tips on the kitchen counter for me with a little note saying, “Thank you, Julie. You are the best cleaner; ever!”Fortunately I finished the housework before Melinda returned. This was going to take me some pondering. Was I going to be the designated hitter? Was I a substitute cunt for when Melinda needs a respite?I pressed the lock button and secured the door on my way out.I'd rather that Carl be the one to answer Melinda's questions about what happened.If I come back, it'll be because everyone is happy with the arrangement that occurred this afternoon.They were; and I did; plenty of times. That was just what happened on my first servicing of my newest clients.By Dina Petro for An E StoryA Hungry man in the houseA surprise quickie for Julie.I pulled up near the garage, at the new client’s house. I punched the code he provided, and the garage door opened. Walking into the home, I saw the note on the kitchen counter and I proceeded to my work. An hour or so, later, I was doing my routine cleaning Job in the client’s kitchen when the man of the house, caused me to startle. I wasn’t aware he was home at 11 AM. He stood at the kitchen entry, saying, “Hi, Julie. I’m Bill. I don’t want to get in your way, so would you be sweet enough to prepare me a quick meal? I know you are not a cook and it is not part of your job, but I will tip you good for it, and I am so hungry!”I said, “Of course Sir! You didn’t have to bribe me with tips to do a simple and quick humanitarian service for you?” Give me a moment to make you a sandwich. Bill was staring at my ass the whole time.We both laughed as he walked away. Only two minutes later, before I had started preparing his meal, the boss walked back in with a  bag of pretzels and a smile, saying; “I tell you what, Julie; forget the meal, I found a stash of snacks in the game room.”Now he was watching my pendulous tits swaying as I swept up a mess on the floor.“But I need another, ah, ‘humanitarian’ service, if you would?” He had a smiling naughty face on, winking an eye while saying that.What I need to mention is that, the guy was a real good-looking man of early thirties. He’s an athlete, with a big man’s look that would make any woman drool to have him in her bed! But to be honest, I wasn’t thinking that way at that moment. I said, “Of course Sir, anything for you. You name it and I would do it without thinking twice.”He grinned like he had me trapped, but before he could respond, I committed myself even more. “But why did you change your mind about the meal? I would happily prepare it so fast for you.”I was now facing the counter, working while talking to him, with only my head turned towards him, as he stood past the end of the counter. I was washing my hands and wiping them dry.He smiled walking closer til he was almost glued to my body from behind, he wrapped his arms around my waist and planted a kiss over my cheek saying, “I changed my mind because I think I am in need for something else instead of food, I have just decided to make you my meal instead.”I nearly wet my pants from my horniness. But I’ve learned to never look too eager, at the beginning.Bill slid both hands down my belly and along my inner thighs.  “Don’t you chicken out on me. You have just said you would do anything for me, right?”While saying that, his hands were roaming all over my body, almost feeling and rubbing every asset he could reach over my clothes, I giggled looking at my fondled tits, saying, “But I am not dressed in anything seductive or seminude to make you that horny, Sir.”Mind you, he was a total stranger to me, and it was the first time I work at his house or even meet him. My nipples can be so sensitive at certain times of the month, and I felt a massive orgasm coming. I rested my elbows on the edge of the counter and spread my legs apart. Sometimes I pass out if my orgasm comes on too powerfully.Before giving me a chance to say anything else, and before answering me; he was on his knees behind me and under my skirt.He moved my panties aside and started licking my cunt, my anus, and inner thighs, I have to admit I wasn’t about to stop him or push him away, because I happen to be one hell of a sex-loving slut who would never say ‘no’ to being licked or fucked, especially by a handsome, strong, athletic man like Bill. I started to really like what he was doing to my cunt, I loved his courage and direct forward method of approach. Besides, as I have said earlier, he was the dream man of any woman. Instead of rebelling or fighting him, I bent down onto the counter, spreading my legs further giving him better access to my assets under my skirt. My moaning was getting louder, as a sign of enjoying what that man was doing down below.In between licks, and kisses to my cunt and ass, I heard him saying, “It is not your outfit that got me so horny. It is the truly gorgeous body under it.”I giggled in between moans. He was doing a great job eating my cunt and asshole. He was tugging my clothes off me, one piece after another. At the same time, he was taking his polo shirt and tennis shorts off, as well. He briefly stood up as he pulled off my knit blouse in one smooth movement. My hard nipples poked out like large acorns. They were so sensitive!When he got me down to only my panties on, he turned me and lifted me up onto the counter. He settled me against the corner cabinet and yanked off my panties, then spread my legs. Finally, he started an outrageous job of cunt eating, til I was shaking and trembling all over, having my first orgasm, wetting that big muscular, gorgeous man’s lips.He helped me down, kneeling on the kitchen floor. He laid on his back and pulled my over him and we started a lovely sixty-nine.I was sucking his lovely, rock-hard, long and thick cock! He was eating my cunt again, this time he had my clit swelling in his tight lips. His tongue began flicking my cunt button, rapidly. Then he asked me to ride his Cock. I saddled up and galloped that stallion! We got into a synchronized rhythm and he started pumping upward, hard and deep into my hot cunt. He fucked me damn good till I came again.He helped me up again and fucked me standing doggie, laying over the kitchen table.He was changing positions every 10 to 15 minutes of fucking me; like a fuck machine.He had the strongest sex drive I had ever had. He fucked my mouth, cunt, and ass; till I was sore everywhere. Not that I am complaining, If you know me well, you’re aware how much I love sex in all of my three fuck holes and more.I was enjoying it to the fullest extreme by then. He was ready to cum while I was having yet another orgasm same time. He pulled out of me and pushed his cock into my mouth, I squeezed lots of cock thick, creamy juices. It went nto my mouth, over my face, hair, tits and everywhere else. His hot ropes of jizz drizzled on my sweaty, horny body.When done, we relaxed a few minutes without any word.Then I just picked my clothes up and waddled to the nearest bathroom, cleaned up and put my clothes back on, when I came back, he was all dressed and coming down the hall, from his office. He smiled at me saying, “Thank you, Julie. I loved it. I hope you did too?”I nodded smiling with a red face. My throat was still sore from his throat fucking. I was moving slow from how much his cock reamed my ass open wide. I smiled and in a raspy voice I whispered; “I never knew a man’s tongue could do such things!”“I really miss fucking, Julie” Bill’s eye’s watered as he choked up. “Camille left me 3 months ago.  She went full lesbian. Yeah, I got really good at eating out a woman. But she finally told me that she thinks a man’s body is gross.”I hugged him while he cried softly.He said, “Julie, it is clean enough. Just consider it finished. You have done much more than I have ever expected anyway. I know you might want to go home and soak in a warm bath. You can leave if you want, just put things away and call it good, til next time.”He walked to where my purse was, on the entry table, and shoved a fat envelop into it that he had prepared while I was in the bathroom, I took my purse, kissed him on the cheek without any further words, and walked out of his door.When I checked the envelope, it had more money that 3 of my normal cleaning fees. That made me so pleased. And my cunt and tits felt so pampered. My throat and ass; not so much.Based on the posts by Dina Petro for An Erotic Story

Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.Based on the posts by Select Redux. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Stimulating ReadingSexual adventures amid the bookshelves.Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PhD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings, lofty ceilings and marble floors, and calm, quiet ambience.Starting the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn't the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush-making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that's become a bit of a habit, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This 'special collection' is kept locked; its key is supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily's neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends' (no, not like that!) in truth modern men, mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion, don't do it for Emily. Call her traditional, she wants someone old-fashioned.Emily's romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times and is exemplified by today's attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. A knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative;Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he's smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favors her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside, lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He's taken a couple of weeks' leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he'll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate, feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn't appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship."What did you do before studying," she enquires one morning."Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more," he shrugs. "Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn't make me happy.""What does?""Good writing, which explains why I'm here in literary mode, how about you?""A very bright kid from a feckless, under-achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I have to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way." There's no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication."I detect a steely determination," he responds without rancor."Academically, yes," she agrees, "in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is I'd happily be rescued by a knight in shining armor. Will you be my knight?" Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare you've blown it now."If you'll be my damsel in distress I'd be delighted," Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast."What are you working on today?" he enquires conversationally when next visiting."These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I'm trying to catalogue them," she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast."Ah the erotica," Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, "better leave you to it then." He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael's looming presence."You're spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre," he says, it isn't a question."Well; " she stammers."Perhaps that's why you've twice left the University's precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?"Her eyes widen in shock. "How did you know?" It's true, no point in denying the fact."I notice things. An accident I'm sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?" Silence, the cat has got her tongue. "Do you deserve to be punished? Might that be a better solution than the matter being brought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?" Michael presses home his advantage. "Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say." Emily gets the joke, but it's no laughing matter."Punished; lesson?" she stammers, "what do you mean?""I think you know to what I'm referring, you've read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don't believe you're as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. Most unprofessional, you deserve to have your bottom smacked.""Oh; " Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she'll obey, Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I'm an independent woman, he's no right to demand my obedience. But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you've so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you'd willingly submit;She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns."Bad girls require discipline," he whispers in her ear."They do, sir," she meekly agrees."Come here." Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back."Turn around and lean forward against the desk."Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, "I don't like tights," he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, "next time I expect you to wear stockings." Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael's coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily's damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit."Turns you on doesn't it" he growls, holding her tightly."Yes, but I'm scared," she whispers and it's true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it's mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it's her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily's posterior."Oh," she looks at him wide-eyed, "oh yes," amazed by her compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time."Feeling it now aren't you," Michael mutters, "rather different from in the stories you're so keen on?" True, the reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate." I'll stop if you ask me to," he adds."Surely not when I've been so wicked," Emily replies huskily. The scene is set, and his hard palm strikes her bottom repeatedly as Michael methodically and unhurriedly continues, Emily's body responding animatedly to the burning sensation gradually suffusing her derriere."Keep still," he commands as she squirms in a futile attempt to dissipate the smart.Eventually, Emily has no idea how long, five minutes, or an eternity, Michael ceases her chastisement. Both are breathing heavily now, albeit for different reasons. He slides a hand up her inner thigh and under her knickers."Good girl," Michael whispers, pushing an exploratory digit into Emily's sopping sex. She shuts her eyes and moves against his fingers, Emily is needy, alas, her evident excitement is unrequited. Taking her by the shoulders, Michael turns the shaken young woman to face the wall."Make yourself respectable," he instructs in a tone countenancing no dissent, "don't move until I've left, no rubbing your bottom, or anywhere else. I'll let myself out," he kisses the top of her head, "and be back soon to do one final bit piece of research, don't miss me too much."And then he's gone; taken Emily to the edge and abandoned her unsatisfied. Which, thinks Emily, bottom glowing fiercely, is truly sadistic. Simmering with sexual awakening, she's no intention of being denied. Walking stiffly towards her chair Emily sits, wincing as her tender buttocks contact with the seat. Legs spread and eyes closed she pushes a hand down the front of her panties and addresses her pent-up frustration with flying fingers, and soon has a shattering orgasm.On Monday morning, after a weekend mentally replaying this momentous encounter, and multiple flouting of Michael's embargo on masturbation, Emily walks into work full of hope for what the new week may bring. Inwardly more confident, her outward appearance has also altered. She's taken more care with makeup, mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. Does her best not to tug down her hem at every step. Emily hasn't previously worn such a short skirt and worries people may notice she's wearing stockings. Once at work, it's business as usual, albeit with some appreciative glances from borrowers, being desired is an unfamiliar but welcome ego boost. Emboldened, Emily experiments with undoing the second button of her blouse.She can't conceal her unhappiness when Michael fails to arrive and becomes increasingly despondent when he doesn't turn up on Tuesday and Wednesday either. By Thursday she's almost lost hope. Turning to the erotica collection for comfort a photograph falls from between the pages of a book on 'Le Vice Anglaise'. Emily looks aghast, Michael! But it can't be, the date scribbled on the back is 1936, does her dom have a doppelganger? All too much of a conundrum to deal with in her overwrought state, Emily locks up early and heads disconsolately home.On Friday she settles onto her stool and re-opens the same book. Was Michael ever really here, she wonders? Could this have been some sort of hallucination, an epic instance of self-delusion? Of course not, get real, examine the facts, she inwardly chides. Consider the evidence of two days of sitting gingerly, the finger marks on your sore buttocks visible in the mirror. She was spanked alright, the pertinent question being whether she will see Michael again, let alone reach the sexual conclusion so ardently desired. Not being clairvoyant, Emily doesn't have a clue about either outcome, for now, she tells herself sternly, you'd better get on with some work. Mentally listing the day's mundane tasks Emily doesn't notice a familiar figure quietly enter the building until he's immediately adjacent. Caught unawares her incipient shout of shock is stifled by his hand."I'll remove it from your mouth," his voice whispers, "if you promise not to scream, understood?" Emily remains frozen, struggling to get to grips with her predicament, then nods assent."Where did you appear from?" she enquires in a small voice."Not important right now," he shushes."Your picture; " She points at the faded sepia print on the table."My father," he laughs, "chip off the old block, aren't I? Long gone, of course, he put up the money to establish the erotica collection you've so much enjoyed." Helping the shaken young woman to her feet he moves Emily to face a bookcase."Just relax," he says calmly, trailing a hand teasingly up and down the back of her thighs."Relax," she tenses at the suggestion, "when I don't know what you intend to do.""I think you can hazard a pretty accurate prediction," he teases."I'm quite sure you're planning to punish me again," says Emily shivering with anticipation at the thought, "what might occur afterwards is what's preoccupying me.""What do you hope happens?" he enquires, lips brushing the nape of her neck."I think you can make a very good guess," Emily replies cheekily.Right now, she can't think of anything she wouldn't let him do, Emily has read many salacious books and has a vivid imagination."I'm enjoying your new look," says Michael appreciatively, "let's explore beneath; " He unbuttons her blouse to the waist, frees her boobs and rolls each erect nipple in turn between finger and thumb. In response, Emily kisses him hard on the mouth, her acquiescence clearly in no doubt. His other hand slips between her thighs and encounters wetness between them. Emily moans at this touch, yearning to be penetrated by the hard cock she can feel bulging through his trousers and pressing against her thigh."You'll endure a harsher correction this time," he murmurs, bending Emily across the desk while removing his belt."The door", she gestures urgently.He shrugs off her concern. "We'll just have to take the chance; I find a little jeopardy adds a frisson of excitement." Wrestling up the short, tight skirt exposes the soft curves of Emily's hips and beautiful bottom; Michael monetarily enjoys the sight, and then pulls her knickers down and off."Someone wants to be fucked pretty badly," he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glimpses her damp, pouting slit. With no warning he straps Emily, hard and fast, leaving blazing bands of hurt across both cheeks and down to her stocking tops. She yelps, groans and stamps her feet, nevertheless thrusting out her buttocks to meet each of the worn leather's cruel kisses. A further dozen overlapping strokes sear across her fiery red behind until Emily thinks she can't possibly endure further chastisement."Hurts," she whimpers, tears in her eyes, although the perfect pain only serves to stoke a fire of arousal down below. Aware of her limits Michael runs his hands along the insides of Emily's legs and pulls her knees apart, leaving her open and exposed. His tongue repeatedly explores the length of her labia, right up to the nub of her clit, building each caress into a rhythmic repetition. Emily feels an orgasm inexorably approaching, her breathing becomes fast and uneven."Fuck you're tight," he observes crudely, sliding a finger into Emily's inviting pink cunny and then positioning his erection at her slick entrance."Stop teasing and do it hard!" she screams, last vestiges of dignity and reserve surrendered. Lewdly Emily pushes back her hips, anxious to have him inside her. Equally caught up in the intensity of the moment, Michael fills the lusty librarian with the cock she craves. All inhibitions abandoned, Emily feels the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, her pussy spasms and takes them both to an inevitable sexual crescendo. They lay silent for a moment before Michael chivalrously passes Emily a large linen handkerchief to mop the come leaking onto her nylon-clad thighs."I think my poor bottom has suffered quite enough for one day," she whispers sensually, "how about you take me home to your place and fuck me again, slowly and gently?""How about we take one of the books from the special collection to provide us with inspiration?" he replies."Oh, I think I've already done quite enough research," Emily responds with a giggle."Then let's grab a bottle of wine and see if we can't put theory into practice," agrees Michael.Cut to a year later, doctorate earned; Emily has been promoted to take charge of the main university library. There's a new young woman librarian at the Institute, still on probation and requiring guidance. Emily considers herself a firm but fair manager and has kindly offered an after-hours tutorial on the special collection. A recently successful MA student, now a research fellow, somewhat older and vastly experienced, may join them;By Select Redux for LiteroticaCleverness is SexyWinning a quiz transformed Alice from swot to hot.By Select ReduxAn exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the M A she's strived so hard to attain nearly complete, be plenty of time to pursue other interests later. Travelling perhaps, a life outside the university library, even something so mundane as clothes shopping.Used to being an outsider, teacher's pet, bookworm and swot are familiar, uncomplimentary descriptions, Alice embraces her geek status with pride. Sure, she attends the occasional postgraduate party, more out of a sense of obligation than enthusiasm, but blokes her age don't do it for Alice. Seemingly either intimidated by her intellect or determined to brag to their mates they've 'scored a nerd'; it isn't worth the hassle.An invitation to join the university quiz team is an entirely different prospect, both a challenging intellectual test and, best of all, the chance to meet Giles Knighton, celebrity quizmaster ('QM'), of the TV series, 'Battle of the Brightest'. This popular program involves a collection of brains the size of Mars competing for, well, since you ask, an engraved glass bowl: no cash prize, no foreign holiday, simply a public endorsement of higher education.Alice secretly fancies Giles; she's minimal experience in such matters, but something about the way he solemnly utters the phrase, "five-point penalty," when an over-eager contestant answers too soon makes her damp with desire. In recent months she's had a bizarre recurring dream of being summoned to his office wherein the QM, dramatically stretching each syllable, insists Alice pay a pen-al-ty and spanks her across his knee.Where on earth did that idea come from? Never smacked by her impeccably liberal parents as a child and top of her class each year, she was a regular goody two shoes. Is spanking even a thing, Alice wonders? Oh! Apparently, it is and that's a question she won't be asking Google again anytime soon;The quiz show is filmed over three consecutive days at a London TV studio, with overnight stays in a posh hotel and culminating in a grand finale, followed by a winners' dinner with Giles.On the first day of the competition, Alice, an avid fan of the show, doesn't share her teammate's nerves. This assurance momentarily leads to overconfidence when she impulsively answers a question before the QM has finished it. Wrongly it turns out, he looks directly at her, just like in the dream. "Five-point penalty," says the QM solemnly and Alice becomes simultaneously mortified and excited. Perhaps she's mistaken but it subsequently seems the QM's focus is on her whenever she looks up. One of the production team also notices and nods to a colleague."QM has one of the students on his radar.""Well, we know where that's going," is the amused reply.On day two, Alice's team aces the quarter and semis to secure a playoff place. Filming is through by early afternoon, allowing everyone time to prepare for tomorrow. Alice belatedly realizes she's woefully underdressed; her default outfit of hoodie and jeans doesn't work on camera. Aware of the QM's burgeoning interest, she knows that while cleverness may be sexy to some it may not be enough to hold his interest. Her appearance urgently needs a revamp, but purchasing new clothes is intimidating; supercilious assistants, too much choice, and a budget of next to nothing pose seemingly insuperable problems. Without much hope, she seeks sartorial salvation in a nearby upmarket charity shop.Alice selects a dress and while trying it on gets chatting with the manager, Hannah, fortuitously an aficionado of the quiz show, who quickly grasps her dilemma."You have a good figure, don't hide it by dressing like my Gran," she says bluntly, but not unkindly. "What about this little black dress?" Even Alice, a fashion ingénue, appreciates the flattering fit. "I think bare legs will look okay," continues Hannah, "how did someone who's always swotting get such a tan?""I read on the lawn; ""I kind of walked into that answer," her smile warms Alice's heart. "Now, do you own any makeup?""I only use lipstick, if I remember," replies our heroine. Hannah sighs indulgently. "It's a good shade, suits your hair, you should wear that down. Let me give you a quick 1 0 1 on eyeliner and mascara. Voila," she says a few minutes later, "reckon you can do the same tomorrow?""Of course," Alice is a quick, if not modest, study."On to shoes, you don't look like a heels girl, what about these silver flats?"Alice sighs: "They're lovely, but the dress costs all the money I have.""No problem," responds Hannah, radiating positivity. "Borrow them," she grins wickedly, "ensuring I get to see you again. Try this as well," Hannah takes off the chunky red necklace she's wearing and fastens it around Alice's neck. Her touch is warm and intimate, sparking an unexpected jolt of electricity. "Lovely, I quite fancy you myself, now go and win, girl." Burbling heartfelt thanks and struggling to contain confused emotions, Alice returns to the studios, a woman transformed.The QM's transparently obvious double take when he first catches sight of Alice's new look is priceless. Unsurprisingly her team makes it to the final, the closing minutes a tense, battle of academic prowess with Alice's university ultimately victorious. The subsequent valedictory dinner passes in a blur and an unaccustomed intake of wine. Later, with practiced nonchalance and just as the film crew had predicted, the QM invites Alice to his room, "for a nightcap."Giles is both erudite and entertaining, confidently exuding masculinity as he ushers her toward the sofa. He pours a Perrier, no more alcohol for Alice tonight she decides, and brushes, plausibly accidentally, against her breasts. For her part she's impressed but not overawed, Alice fully intends to get fucked tonight."You look lovely," ventures the QM, loins stiffening as he delivers the compliment. "Played the final round superbly, and no penalty points".Bingo! Alice flushes, clamping her thighs together in a futile attempt to suppress a familiar frisson of carnal excitement. "Those words seem to produce a dramatic physical effect," he continues. "What do they make you think of Alice?""Being bad," she replies tentatively."I see," responds the QM calmly, "and what do you suppose happens to bad girls?""Since I'm never naughty I wouldn't know," she answers spiritedly."Something made you blush during the contest whenever someone incurred a penalty point; " The QM won't let Alice off the hook."In my imagination, bad girls get spanked," Alice's voice drops to a whisper."And in reality?""I think that's up to you, quiz master.""Then you'd better get across my knee."Obediently and unhesitatingly, she obeys. Unhurriedly Giles pulls the little black dress tight across her delightfully pert posterior, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Alice. Grasps the hem and inches it up slender thighs until the full expanse of her bottom is revealed."Surprisingly racy knickers for a geek," he observes."You should see my bra.""I rather think I eventually shall. These are of course coming down," he adds, tugging the panties to her knees. "Naughty girls are always spanked on their bare bottom."He allows a palpable tension to build; Alice turns her head and gives a questioning look. Giles lifts her chin, and they kiss, this first intimate contact is abruptly interrupted when his palm strikes her right cheek. The springy skin shimmers sensually under the impact; Alice yelps as her left cheek receives similar treatment. He alternates from side to side and a cumulative smart begins to suffuse Alice's bottom.Completely in thrall to the moment, she squirms across his lap, red marks on her bum and thighs, soaring to previously unimagined heights of sexual stimulation until the QM eventually stops. Chivalrously he helps Alice, heat radiating from her blush-pink posterior, to stand, exhibiting the wet evidence of her arousal in the process. The QM reaches forward but a newly emboldened Alice bids him wait."Stay still," she murmurs, "let's see what we have here." Deftly she frees his erect member. "Well," Alice muses aloud, "not that I'm any expert but that is impressive. Do you have a condom?" Blithely thinking all females to 'be on the pill,' the QM hasn't considered this eventuality. "Don't worry," says Alice, "as usual I've done my lesson preparation." She produces a small packet from under an exotic bra strap and slips a sheath over his straining erection. "Something I learned from YouTube," she reveals proudly, "always good to put theory into practice." There's a subtle change in the balance of power. She stands, he sits; Alice, aware of the QM's evident desire to possess her, senses instinctively she's gained control."Right," she says softly," let's see what you can do Mr. Knighton, or should I say, Professor?" Giles is past caring, in thrall to an atavistic desire to penetrate this entrancing, rosy-bottomed vision. Alice straddles him, sliding the tip of his cock between labia slick with her juices. Delicately she lowers herself, engages the head and then pauses. Apart from a couple of drunken student fumbles, painfully groped tits and an ineptly prodded pussy, this is her first time.Giles attempts to pull her down onto his erection and Alice lightly slaps his hand away. "I choose when," she murmurs reproachfully. Slowly she takes him deeper inside."So tight," Giles sighs with pleasure. Alice bends to kiss him and guides his hands to her breasts while clenching her pelvic floor muscles."Tight," Alice confirms absently, "despite all my practice with a vibrator; " Enough teasing, her need for release can't be delayed. Alice moves up and down, taking his full length, increasing the pressure on her clitoris, and sending Giles to seventh heaven."I'm coming," moans Giles, unable to hold back as his cock spasms, flooding her pussy."Yes!" shrieks Alice, for once uninhibited. Overcome by intense waves of sensation, trembling and moaning, she climaxes too. Unsure of post-coital etiquette, Alice leaves a polite thank-you note and creeps out early the next morning while Giles is still asleep.Her first stop is the charity shop, to return the shoes."Hi, I'm Cinderella in reverse," she laughs.Hannah greets her with a congratulatory hug that quickly transmutes into ardent kisses, hands eagerly exploring each other's bodies. "There's the necklace too," adds Alice, eyes shining, alive to entirely new erotic possibilities."A gift darling, I want you to keep it on." Hannah walks to the door, locks it and turns the sign to 'closed'. She leads Alice to the back of the shop. "But take everything else off and open those lovely legs wide for me, there's something else I want to do for you; "Although Giles is wise enough to understand theirs was a 'one night only' encounter, they remain on good terms. Alice gains a PhD, and the QM generously introduces her to a network of influential media folk. Since her quiz appearance proves a big hit with the viewing public, she gets a gig presenting TV science programs.A year later Hannah and Alice lie together in post-coital bliss."I need a cock," murmurs Hannah, slightly the older of the pair. "Don't misunderstand honey, what we have is lovely, you do me beautifully with the strap-on, but sometimes a girl just craves the real thing.""What do we have?" replies Alice dreamily, unoffended by her soul mate's frankness. "What are we?""Non-exclusive as women and still enjoy men, we don't have to define ourselves as anything," shrugs Hannah."Fine by me," agrees Alice, "but getting back to your point, where do we find someone appropriate?""You sang the praises of quiz master Giles a while back," ventures Hannah, "seen him recently?""A couple of times; " replies Alice, guardedly."I thought your initial assignation was a one-off?""It was, then it wasn't," answers Alice vaguely, "he seems to have assumed a mentoring role.""By mentoring I suppose you mean spanking your pert bottom, followed by a sound shafting?""To be honest, yes," Alice smiles pleasurably at the memory of her last encounter just a couple of weeks previously."Well, I'd like some of the latter too, please. Let's invite Giles to tea," announces Hannah decisively.Giles sits in Hannah's spacious flat eating daintily cut sandwiches, cream scones with strawberry jam, and sipping Earl Grey tea. What, he wonders, have these two, a science professor, and a recently published novelist, been plotting?"Delightful to be here, but I suspect a hidden agenda.""Hannah has devised an entertainment to set the mood, after which we rather hoped you'd assist us in attending to certain needs," Alice responds with sparkling good humor. "Not unlike those you and I have indulged in our recent, shall we say, tutorials.""Aha," now Giles understands, "a most intriguing prospect, please proceed," he gestures indulgently. Hannah steps boldly forward, grasps Alice by the wrists and tugs her towards the sofa."I'm afraid this naughty darling has been tardy in keeping me apace with her recent romantic encounters, contrary to our arrangement. "Consequently, I intend to spank her, with you as a witness to add a dash of shame and humiliation." Alice looks anything but shamed and humiliated; turned on would be a more accurate description.Hannah sits purposefully, back straight, knees demurely together, pulls Alice face down across her lap and commences the spanking. Hoists her simple summer dress, pulling down lace-trimmed panties the better to expertly burnish her bare bottom until Alice is squealing. Hannah winks conspiratorially at Giles who watches enraptured from an adjacent chair."Bad girl, I haven't finished with you yet," she admonishes. Pulling her friend's skimpy undies right off, she sniffs the flimsy material, inhaling the olfactory evidence of the young woman's sexual stimulation before pushing them into Alice's mouth. "That'll keep you quiet for a bit. I must be inventive when disciplining this minx," she explains to Giles who leans forward, keen not to miss a single erotic moment.Hannah tosses a cushion on the floor and then maneuvers her compliant partner into position. "Kneel, feet and knees apart, head on the cushion and bottom-up high, reach behind and spread your cheeks," instructions at once embarrassing and unexpected. Wincing as her fingers touch tender skin Alice slowly obeys, opening her arse crack to reveal her most intimate treasures.Initially, Hannah strokes and soothes, caressing Alice's pale open thighs, brushing teasingly across already engorged labia. Without warning, she delivers six slaps to the broad expanse of Alice's already red bottom, eliciting stifled gasps of protest from the gagged girl."Good, since it appears I have your full attention, some swats on that lovely rosebud should keep you focused.""Oomph!" Alice expresses muffled outrage at this rude revelation."Keep that bottom spread wide young lady or you'll get extra," warns Hannah. "One; " Alice is certainly feeling the impact of Hannah's punitive palm on her rudely assaulted orifice. "Two," Hannah continues counting out loud, the promised slaps punctuated by solicitous touches.Hannah allows a brief intermission, sliding dexterous fingers along Alice's glistening slit. With each subsequent smack, suppressed yelps of distress gradually become sensual moans. Eyes rolling, slack jawed, the knickers fall from Alice's mouth; she sneaks a hand towards her aching pussy."No!" Hannah slaps it away, then takes pity and bends to softly kiss the burning buttocks, rimming Alice's pulsating portal with a darting flick of her tongue. The final stinging blow precipitates a violent climax. Alice's entire torso stiffens; Hannah prudently moves sideways as her lover orgasms, squirting across the parquet floor. Looking smug she employs the panties to mop up, then lifts the still trembling Alice into a passionate embrace."Thank you," whispers Alice."You're welcome," purrs Hannah."Christ almighty," gasps Giles.The over-stimulated trio regain their composure and more tea is taken. Eventually, Alice breaks the contemplative silence. "High time we dealt with Hannah.""Dealt with?" repeats Hannah warily.'And what might my role be?" enquires Giles, raising a quizzical eyebrow."She wants cock," reveals Alice bluntly, "apparently it's been a while, and we rather thought you might be so kind.""I might," agrees Giles."I am here you know," points out Hannah petulantly.Blithely ignoring this interruption, Giles continues, "In fact, I most definitely will, after another pressing matter is concluded." Alice, instinctively knows where this is going, recognizing his determined expression. Attempting to edge away, Hannah is caught between the two, each clasping an arm."What do you mean?""I spank you for overzealously punishing Alice," says Giles in a distinctly commanding tone."She enjoyed it," protests Hannah, "came buckets in case that escaped you?"To no avail, the determined pair force Hannah face down over the back of the sofa, blonde tresses tumbling across her shoulders. Giles lifts her full skirt, unveiling a perfect peach of a bottom, enticingly framed by white stockings and suspenders."How very lovely," he observes, "is this attire in my honor?""Not solely," replies Alice, "I enjoy wearing them too."Kneeling on the sofa cushions, Alice grabs Hannah's hands, fixing her firmly in position, bare-bottomed and vulnerable."I didn't agree to this," protests Hannah to no avail, "I give spankings, not receive them.""I think you may find this helpful," suggests Alice brightly, proffering a short leather strap to Giles. "It certainly had a salutary effect on me," her lips purse at the recollection. Hannah groans disconsolately."Exactly what's required to redress the balance; hold onto her tightly Alice, she's going to feel these." It's no exaggeration; Alice only just manages to restrain her friend's struggles against the impact of six parallel bands of fire."Too much," Hannah gasps after five strokes; mind already focused upon an altogether more urgent need as arousal inexorably suffuses her sex."I'll decide when what's too much," growls Giles delivering a forceful final impact forcing the woman up onto her toes."No," wails Hanna, as the strap slaps down across the full moons of her bouncing buttocks. Bloody hell, she thinks, if this is what it's like to get your arse smacked, no wonder Alice makes such a fuss. However, in tandem with the tingling smart permeating her bottom cheeks, a surging thrill builds between Hannah's thighs."I think she's ready," observes Alice, demonstrating the English knack for understatement; a fact exemplified by the abundant wetness between Hannah's thighs. Impelled by his own pressing need for release, Giles grasps her hips, plunging into her pussy with a single powerful thrust."Christ you weren't exaggerating, Alice, it is big! Go on, hard and deep, I can take it," gasps Hannah, wriggling ecstatically to accommodate the full length, stretched by Giles' rigid rod as it penetrates to the hilt.Giles settles into a powerful rhythm, stoking the heat radiating from Hannah's curvaceous derriere. She throws back her head, convulsing in an uncharacteristic loss of control. Hips bucking wildly, Hannah is engulfed in a noisy series of climaxes as Giles spurts his seed deep within.Collapsed in various states of disarray and momentarily satiated, they eventually rouse themselves. Exchanging a meaningful look the women advance on Giles, slumped in an easy chair. Clutching his cock, eager tongues flick along its tumescent length, an effective team, both blessed with sufficient self-possession not to fall prey to jealousy."Let's get you nice and stiff again," whispers Hannah, "Alice is a greedy girl and needs a fucking too, she can lick my kitty while you take her from behind." How very clever. Giles appears set for an exhausting afternoon;By Select Redux for Literotica

Satisfying each other, on a daily basis.Based on a post by sex4every1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.I had just divorced my husband after twenty-two years of marriage. It wasn't anyone's fault, there just was no more love, let alone lust, between us. I think we both gravitated to different interests and different activities. Sex was almost nonexistent, but I often saw semen stuck to the shower walls, after he left for work. Me? I had vibrators and erotic novels, keeping me sated.We had decided to dispense with lawyers and all the red tape and to just part amicably; it helped, of course; that we were very wealthy and I was offered a very reasonable settlement. For that amount, I was able to buy an old house at the beach, which had been a dream of mine for many years. My husband loved the busy city life while I was more of a country or seaside girl. I swiftly came across a fixer-upper, which had been deserted for years, mainly because of the steep asking price. As money was not an issue and because I didn't mind the prospect of a long-term renovation, I didn't need a lot of time to make up my mind. Although the place was an absolute dump, I insisted on moving in as soon as possible, before any of the repairs or modifications had even started.One of the most appealing features of the house was a giant porch overlooking the coastline; at the left side of the house the porch ended in a wooden stair case, providing direct access to the beach below. From the very first day, that porch was my favorite part of the whole house. As I was sitting there on my porch that first evening, looking at the setting sun and listening to the ocean sounds, I began to unwind for the first time in many months (maybe even years) and an almost intoxicating tranquility took over my mind and body. I can't remember how long I just sat there, enjoying the serenity, but suddenly my attention was drawn to a man walking up to the house. He had a very confused look on his face; and the closer he came, the more puzzled he seemed to get; until he was right in front of the house, looking up at me. I nodded and smiled, greeting him and asked, "Can I help you with something?""I didn't know someone lived here." the elder gentleman replied."Well, I just moved in this morning." I said, getting up and leaning over the banister of the porch. “My name is Jill.”"Oh, hello, Jill. Well, I see; it's been so many years, I guess I didn't even consider the possibility." he murmured, barely audible. He looked completely disoriented for a moment."Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?" I asked, taking pity on him."No, I wouldn't want to disturb you." he said, turning away and preparing to leave."Don't be silly. Come on up." I insisted.Still reluctantly, he walked up the stairs and introduced himself; his name was Jack and he was 44 years old. After pouring him a cup of tea, I listened to his story.He lived about half a mile away; and had done so for the better part of his life. Fate had taken his wife; Darla. His high school sweet heart; away from him only months after marrying her. He had never loved another woman since then. While life had not been particularly kind to him, he seemed very cheerful and happy, although a bit lonely, I sensed. When he started talking about his interests, it seemed that we both shared a passion for the opera. He struck me as a very intelligent, kind and lively man.However, the longer we talked, the more restless he seemed to become. At first, I assumed he was just the nervous type and that was the reason why he was constantly fidgeting in his chair or checking the time, but when he started showing physical signs of stress; dry mouth, sweaty hands, foot tapping; I decided to call him on it."Jack, Is something wrong? You seem terribly nervous.""Don't worry about it, Jill." he smiled."Jack, something is obviously bothering you. And I would very much like to know what that is." I replied sternly."But I don't want to ruin an otherwise lovely evening." he whispered, getting even more nervous now."Come on, whatever it is, it can't be that bad," I insisted, "Spit it out."He took another sip from his tea, took a deep breath and then said, "For the past seventeen years, I've been coming to this stretch of beach, come rain or shine, every evening at dusk. It has been my memorial tradition, to remember my departed wife, and find relieve from my grieving. It includes an activity of a more intimate nature.”"Okay," I said, as he paused for a moment." to masturbate," he concluded.I looked at him, waiting for a punch line, but none was coming."Excuse me?" I said, wanting to make sure I hadn't misunderstood him."Masturbate," he repeated, "What do you younger people call it? Jacking off, jerking off, wanking.""I see," I said, unsure of what to do or say next."I am sorry, I have made you uncomfortable. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I think it's best if I go now," Jack said as he was about to get up and leave."Every day for 17 years, in the same spot?" I asked, not wanting him to leave."It's not that I don't jack off in other places, but yes; I don't think I've missed three days in all those years," he replied as he sat back down."Why here?" I asked."There's no deeper meaning or romantic story behind this location, if that's what you mean. I just got on my knees one day, jacked out a load and came back the following day to that same spot; and I have been doing it ever since. I guess I've always known that someday this house would be sold and I'd have to find another spot, but it's been so many years that I started kidding myself that the moment would never come," Jack said as he gaze into the darkness for a moment."But don't worry," he immediately added, turning his head towards me, clearly worried about my reaction, "I won't do it again; I'll find another spot.""You don't have to stop just because I moved here," I said, after giving the matter surprisingly little thought."Off course I do," Jack replied, "This part of the beach is yours now.""Don't be silly, the beach belongs to everyone. There's no reason why you should give up a 17-year old tradition," I said."Are you serious?" he asked."Yes I am. You can come and dump a load on my beach anytime you want!" I smiled."That's very kind of you. But what about when you've got company?" he asked."Don't worry, I never have company. I don't have any kids, I have one brother I haven't spoken to in years and no real friends to speak of; it seems my husband got those in the divorce," I smiled."And don't worry about your privacy," I suddenly added, "I plan on having some drapes up very soon.""Don't be silly," he said almost as soon as I had finished my sentence, "If I can jack off my fat cock and shoot my sperm on your beach, I don't mind you watching every second of it!"I smiled as I noticed his language had suddenly gotten a lot fouler."Besides." he continued. "I like to be watched, it makes me feel like a wanker!""Oh really?" I smiled, not knowing how else to respond."Hell yes. There's no point in sugar-coating it, I jack off every day; sometimes more than once; that makes me a wanker, period. And doing it while someone's watching, only makes my cock bigger and makes me squirt an even more disgusting load than usual.""I; uhm." I stuttered, at a loss for words."Come on, be honest," he said, "Don't you think I am a wanker.""Uh, maybe a little bit." I admitted, realizing that that was what he wanted to hear."Very good," Jack said, cupping his hard crotch with his right hand, "Then I'll think I'll go and jack off. You know, the technic ought to be named after me!" He winked."Now?" I asked, catching myself looking at the hard bulge in his pants."Do you mind?" he asked, unzipping his pants.I’m hardly the one to feign moral disgust for self-pleasure. It repulses me to hear women demean men who jerk off. I usually observe uppity women and ‘church ladies’ being more guilty of this hypocrisy."No, go ahead," I quickly responded, not wanting him to whip out his cock in front of me. He smiled and turned away, walking down the stairs, further unzipping his pants and taking out his cock.As he walked away from the house, in the direction of the sea, his arm movements left little to the imagination. About thirty meters in front of the house, he suddenly dropped to his knees, his back still towards the house and continued wanking. Although he couldn't see me; with his back towards me; and I couldn't see much more than his outline, I still felt uncomfortable looking at him while he was pleasuring himself and so I went inside. This had been a strange ending to an interesting and pleasant evening.I tried to detach the last fifteen minutes from the rest of the evening in my mind, but; naturally; my brain kept focusing on that particular part. I fell asleep while visualizing Jack jerking off and spurting his cum on the beach; my beach, in front of my house!I slept like a baby and for most part of the following day, I hardly thought about Jack. It wasn't until dusk started to set that my mind wandered off and started thinking about what happened last night. As I was sitting in front of the tv, I found myself constantly looking at the clock. Always finding some sort of reason, I got up and walked past the glass porch doors every five minutes or so. Eventually I got what I was after, confirmation of his presence. When I saw him sitting there, on his knees, in the same spot as yesterday; and probably every day before that, for like forever; a sort of calm came over me. I stayed and watched until he got up and seemed to be stuffing his cock away. As he walked away, he glanced over at the house and waved as he saw me through the porch doors.As I hadn't bothered with turning off any lights behind me, I must have been pretty hard to miss. I felt like a silly school-girl for waving back. With nothing more to focus on, I quickly fell asleep in front of the tv. When I awoke several hours later, I went to bed, thinking of Jack once again. Although I wasn't in the habit of changing into my night attire too long before actually going to bed, the following evening, I did so right after dinner; telling myself I'd be more comfortable that way. So, in nothing more than some white panties and a men's shirt; that barely covered the panties; I set up camp behind the porch doors with a cup of tea. With the lights on behind me, it was pretty obvious that I wanted him to see me. And by the way I was dressed for the occasion, I was also sending pretty explicit signals; although I was still in denial about that.When he showed up, he already noticed me on his way in and waved, smiling widely. I raised my hand, greeting him back and watched him as he sank to his knees in his usual spot. This time however, he didn't face the ocean but the house, looking straight at me as he took out his cock and started jacking off. I watched him and he watched me for several long minutes, until he eventually arched his back and shuddered; probably shooting a load of cum in the sand. Shortly afterwards, he got up and stuffed his cock back in his pants. But instead of leaving, he approached the house and seemed to be waiting for me to open the porch doors, as he clearly had something to say.When I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, he said, "Nice view, but could you lose the shirt tomorrow? I would very much like to see some tit."Without waiting for an answer, he waved goodbye and walked away. I quickly closed the porch doors again, taken aback by his bold question; but then again, I had done very little to discourage him so far. Anyway, I would just have to disappoint him tomorrow, I told myself as I turned off the light and went to bed.But, the following evening, there I was again, dressed in a pair of panties and the same men's shirt I wore the night before; holding my cup of tea and trying to convince myself that I wasn't a complete slut. When he showed up and waved, I didn't wave back, but simply unbuttoned a button from the shirt; I don't know why I did it, I guess I was on some sort of automatic pilot. After watching me undo a second button, Jack quickly took off all of his clothes; sandals, t-shirt, shorts and underwear; before taking his cock in his right hand and jacking himself off as he dropped to his knees. While my left hand clenched my warm cup of tea, my right hand kept undoing buttons until there were none left to undo. Then I nonchalantly opened the shirt all the way, so both my tits were exposed.He arched his back not much later and dumped yet another load in the sand. As soon as I realized he had done his business, I closed my shirt to cover up my tits; without actually buttoning up again.As he got up and picked up his clothes, I opened the porch doors and shouted, before he had a chance to walk off, "Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?""You sure?" he shouted back as he was already walking towards the house."Yes, I am sure," I said as I walked into the kitchen and poured him some tea. As I walked back to the porch; where he had in the meantime taken a seat; I was a little surprised that he hadn't put his clothes back on yet and was apparently not planning to, as he had draped them over an adjacent chair. Then again, I was hardly in a position to judge as I was wearing skimpy panties and an unbuttoned men's shirt which, at the moment, scarcely covered my nipples.As I handed him his cup of tea, I asked; “Jack, did your wife like it when you talked dirty to her, while having sex?”He sheepishly grinned and finally said; “Fuck yeah, she loved it!”I sat in silence with him. Then I glanced at his cock, which was hard as a mother fucker. Trying to act indifferent, I sat down and asked, "Shouldn't it go down after; you know?""Oh, most of the time it does," Jack replied with a smile, "But sometimes it stays hard; don't worry, it'll go down soon; if not I'll give it another wank."Taking that statement as a joke, I smiled and sipped from my cup of tea.A First Real Date."When's the last time you've been to the opera?" he asked, changing to a lighter subject. After a few minutes, his cock did indeed go down, but became erect again about forty minutes into our conversation. After I had glanced at it a few times; probably not too subtle; he looked down at it for a moment and wrapped his right hand around the fat shaft, just like that.As his right hand started flying up and down his throbbing shaft, his left hand reached over to the adjacent chair, slid into his shirt pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues. After putting the packet on the table, he started the conversation up again as he continued jacking off right in front of me! Distracted by his lewd behavior, I had trouble concentrating on the conversation. Luckily, the hornier he got, the less coherent his speaking became, so it didn't really matter. Towards the end, there was no talking, just him wanking and me staring at him (it). When it was time, he pulled a single tissue out of the packet and quickly held it under his big, purple cock head. He moaned and climaxed right in front of me as I caught myself clenching my legs shut trying to ignore the wetness between them.When he was done, he reached over and handed me the tissue, whispering, "If you'd like a taste later on tonight."I accepted the tissue with a smile, but dropped it on the table almost immediately and replied, trying to keep some level of self-respect, "No thank you, I think I'll be just fine."He finished his cup of tea soon afterwards, put his clothes on and left, wishing me a good night. After watching him disappear into the darkness, I cleared the table, carrying our two cups and the dirty tissue inside. Although I always clean up before going to bed, a part of me just couldn't throw the tissue in the trash.So, I also left the cups out on the sink and said out loud, "I'll clean up tomorrow," as if I was trying to fool myself. I went to the bedroom and took off the shirt and my panties and went to bed stark naked; something I never do. I turned off the light and as soon as I had gotten on my back, I felt one hand touching my breasts, while the other ventured further down south. After playing with myself for about ten minutes and only adding oil to the fire, I got up and walked towards the kitchen, not bothering with any lights. With nipples so hard they could cut glass and my pussy so wet that my juices were literally running down my thighs, I headed straight for the sink, grabbed the tissue; the center of my lust; and dropped to my knees.With nothing but some fade moon light illuminating the kitchen through the porch doors, I carefully folded the tissue open with both hands and brought it up to my mouth. As my tongue reached out to lick the tissue all over, trying to locate my prize, I shoved two fingers up my soaking wet twat. It took me several seconds to find it and although some of the cum had already dried up, there was still enough left to cover my tongue and overwhelm my taste buds, sending me in an orgasmic frenzy. I orgasmed spectacularly and screamed as loud as I could, actually stuffing the tissue in my mouth and chewing on it, lecherously. When my fingers were no longer able to keep my orgasm going, I spat out what remained of the tissue and quickly rinsed out my mouth under the kitchen tap, feeling more than just a little ashamed; and slutty; for what I had just done. After cleaning myself up a little bit, I put on my shirt again and went to bed. Truth be told, I had difficulty falling asleep afterwards; a combination of guilt and self-loathing kept me up for another half an hour.The following morning however, I simply grinned at the memory of what I had done and told myself that I was a grown woman who could do whatever she wanted, who didn't have to answer to anyone anymore. Besides, it had been far too long since I had had a decent orgasm like that one Jack's tissue and cum; and my fingers; had given me. Not burdened with guilt anymore, I was able to get quite some work done around the house and keep myself busy until it was time for dinner. After eating my microwaved frozen dinner in front of the tv, I took off all my clothes except for my panties; not even bothering with the men's shirt anymore.There was no longer any doubt as to what I should do, it was just part of my routine now. When the time came, I walked up to the porch doors and waited, for about fifteen minutes. Just like the day before, he waved, took off his clothes, kneeled butt naked in the sand and jacked out another load while ogling my body; covered in nothing but some insubstantial panties. Afterwards, he got up, grabbed his clothes and looked up at the house. As I held up two cups of tea, inviting him over, he smiled and came up. As I looked down at his flaccid cock, I felt both relief and disappointment at the same time, apparently not quite knowing where I wanted this to go. After sipping from his tea and sitting down stark naked in the chair, we started talking about our common interests again.It was incredible how open and spontaneous we were; after all, between the two of us, there was only one item of clothing left: my panties. He shamelessly looked at my tits and my crotch, and I ogled his cock and balls. The whole experience was very liberating, and tantalizing.Suddenly, as the conversation stalled a little bit, he asked, "So, did you get a chance to taste it?""I did," I replied instinctively, effectively admitting to eating his cum out of a tissue."Did you like it?" he asked, gently touching his dong."Yes I did," I admitted, feeling myself blush.As his dong started growing under his subtle, but trained touch, he ogled my body up and down, his gaze lingering at my breasts as he gently stroked his cock back to a fully erect state, right in front of me and asked, "I'll have another tissue ready in a couple of minutes. Would you like this one too?""I guess I would," I replied, remarkably at ease with the whole situation.He slid off the chair onto his knees and started wanking, half of the time with his eyes closed, the other half looking at my tits and crotch. After a few minutes, he moaned and ejaculated into his free hand, which he held as a cup under the fat tip of his cock. When he was done, he reached into the chest pocket of his shirt; lying on the floor next to his chair; and took out a tissue, using it to scoop up all of the cum from his hand and cock."There you go," he said as he got up and handed me the tissue."Thanks," I whispered as I accepted it. Realizing there was no point in waiting for him to leave; he already knew I had eaten his cum and would do so again; I folded the tissue open and pressed the gooey part of it against my tongue. Feeling surprisingly little shame or embarrassment; probably because I was horny as fuck; I slid my free hand into my panties and started playing with myself right in front of him, while tasting his sticky, fresh goo. After consuming every speck of cum; and part of the tissue as well; I threw what was left of it on the table and forced myself to stop as I knew I would have difficulty climaxing in my current position.After gawking at me for a few more seconds, clearly aroused, Jack snapped out of it and said, "Well uh, same time tomorrow?"I nodded and smiled as we both felt like we'd gotten everything out of tonight we were comfortable with; for now. I sat up straight and sipped from my tea as he picked up his clothes and walked towards the stairs. Instead of heading down, he turned and asked, "I was wondering; if perhaps, I mean if you're not busy, if you would like to accompany me to the opera, this Saturday?"I smiled at the absurdity of the situation; he was nervously asking me out for a date, while he had just jacked off in front of me and had watched me eat his cum, while playing with myself."I would love to," I replied with a big smile."Wonderful," he smiled, "I'll pick you up, around seven?""Perfect. It's a date.""Okay, see you tomorrow," he said as he turned and left.Because of his invitation my lust had all but faded, so I put on a shirt and went to bed, wondering what my ex-husband would say if he knew I had a date on Saturday, with a man who had masturbated in front of me several times and who's cum I had eaten twice already. Although I had seen him completely naked, I realized that he still hadn't seen my pussy; I would have to remedy that inequality as soon as possible, I thought to myself. I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.The following day, I felt quite randy and particularly slutty all day long, probably because I had an itch that needed some serious scratching. I did my best to keep busy, while I anxiously counted down the hours to dusk.Naked, except for my white cotton panties, I awaited Jack's arrival. Not from behind the glass doors, but from right there on the porch this time. When he walked into view, I smiled as I noticed his hard cock sticking out of his fly. He waved as he approached the house and assumed his usual position in the sand, facing the house, and me. I leaned over the banister and watched him jerk that big cock for about a minute, when I suddenly recalled the last thought on mind the night before. I stood up straight and slowly started pushing my white panties down.I had barely exposed my bush when he loudly screamed, "Oh fuck!" and started convulsing wildly.Happy with the result I had gotten, I let go of my panties, leaving them exactly where they were; rolled up just underneath my bush; and waited for him to come up the stairs."Sorry I don't have a tissue for you this time," he joked, ogling my crotch as soon as it came into view."That's okay," I smiled as I noticed a residual bead of cum dangling from his cock; sticking out of his zipper. Without the slightest hesitation, I put down my cup of tea and said, "I'll get it straight from the source this time!"Before his brain could process what I had said, I reached out, grabbed his flaccid dong with one hand, gently squeezing it, and used the index and middle finger of my other hand to scoop up the cum from his cock head. Then, I ostentatiously stuck out my tongue and wiped his cum on it, swallowing it and then sucking my fingers for a moment. My god, I was acting like such a slut!He just stood there, gawking at me, even as I lowered my hands again and stepped back towards the table. As I sat down, amused by his bewildered facial expression, I realized the strange position of my panties again. But, since they weren't causing me any discomfort, I refused to pull them up or push them down. Truth be told, it felt kind of slutty leaving them like that. As soon as Jack snapped out of it, he; to my mild surprise; took off all of his clothes and sat down completely naked in his usual seat.After we had both sipped from our tea, he said; apparently emboldened by what I had just done, "You know, I've probably got another load in my balls; if you'd like I could shoot it straight into your mouth.""Thanks," I replied with a smile, "But I think I'll stick to tissues for now.""As you wish," he replied, sipping from his tea again."So, what are we seeing on Saturday?" I asked, changing to a lighter subject. After briefly discussing our upcoming date, the conversation progressed further into opera and other fine arts. Aside from the constant leering at each other's exposed genitals, it was actually quite an intellectual conversation. When we ran out of tea, I went inside to make us a fresh pot; still leaving my panties where they were. As I sat down and poured Jack another cup, he suddenly reached over and gently took my right nipple between his thumb and index finger and playing with it. My nipple became instantly hard and started radiating lust to the rest of my body. By the time I had poured myself another cup as well, Jack was already gently tugging it, driving me crazy and actually making me wet.Slowly his other hand moved towards my other tit and he started doing the same to that nipple, while continuing our conversation. Making sure I kept my tits and nipples within Jack's reach, I stuck my hand under the table as far as I could, feeling around for his no doubt swollen cock, but I couldn't locate it. As he realized what I was trying to do, he scooted forward on his chair, bringing his cock within my grasp. Although I could still only wrap my hand around half it, I figured it would get the job done just fine and so I started jacking him off with a solid, firm grip. We both started moaning during our ongoing conversation, but managed to keep it going nonetheless, although be it a little less focused than before. Realizing this wasn't the most ideal position for a handjob, Jack got up about a minute into my stroking and repositioned his chair right next to mine, sitting down and opening his legs wide, giving me unhindered access.Now able to stroke the whole length of his fat shaft, I was able to jerk him off much more comfortably than before. He, was able to cup my breasts and jiggle them as hard and as nasty as he saw fit. Although my legs were open wide and my pussy was still exposed, he made no attempt to touch me down there. I don't know if I would have stopped him or not, but I guess he felt like the time wasn't right yet. He did stare at my bush a lot and I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand every time he did. When, after several minutes, he started visibly quivering on his chair, I knew he was going to cum. I quickly scooted to the edge of my seat, pulled my panties forward with my free hand; opening them up; and directed his purple cock straight at the center of them.His mouth fell open when he realized what I was going to do. He looked down in disbelief as I whacked the cum out of his balls into my panties. The fact that I kept on talking during his ejaculation only seemed to increase his pleasure. Once his balls were empty, I let go of his cock, got up and pulled my panties back up into their proper place. Then, with my crotch mere inches away from his face, I started pressing and massaging my drenched panties into my bush and pussy."Oh my god," Jack whispered.Completely free of any shame or hesitation, I closed my eyes and while the middle finger of my right hand started rubbing Jack's cum into my clit, my left hand started kneading my tits and playing with my nipples, making them hard as little rocks. I could actually feel his breath on me as he watched me squirm and writhe in sheer lust.Realizing I wasn't going to climax like this; and I wasn't quite ready to let him finger, let alone fuck me; I continued my perverted show while I weighed my options. After about twenty seconds, I'd made my decision. I turned and strolled into the house as I glanced back at him over my shoulder, encouraging him to follow me. I walked into the living room, sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, to one of those fake fireplace programs. As Jack sauntered into the living room, I took off my drenched panties and started playing with myself tenderly; gently drawing circles on my moist clit, fondling my swollen nipples and caressing myself all over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my lust, ignoring the fact that Jack was right there in the room with me; I had never masturbated so openly in front of someone, not even my husband.I don't know how long I had been at it; possibly ten or fifteen minutes; when my body suddenly had had enough of the endless teasing and demanded some much needed relief. I gently stuck two fingers up my sodden twat and started fingering, filling the quiet room; except for my shallow breathing and the chirping noises of the fake fireplace; with lewd squishing noises. I was so primed for an orgasm that it didn't even take me a minute to reach my climax, and when I did, I made it last for minutes and minutes. I fingered myself deep and fast while continuing to stimulate my clit with my other hand, sending endless waves of pleasure rolling through my body. When plain fatigue eventually forced me to stop, I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices; some of it was dripping down the leather couch and was soaking the carpet right in front of it. I slumped, exhausted, against the back of the couch and moaned heavily as I enjoyed the lingering sensations of a superb orgasm.Sensing that this was his queue, Jack whispered, "I think I'd better be going."He was more than likely sporting another one of his massive boners, but I was too far gone to open my eyes, so I just whispered, "Ok, see you tomorrow.""Pick you up at seven?" he asked."Perfect," I smiled, realizing that tomorrow was Saturday; date night!It was the last thing on my mind when I fell asleep; on the couch; and the first thing when I opened my eyes the next morning. All morning, my sensitive genitals were a constant reminder of what I had done in front of; and because of; Jack. After a restful afternoon, I started preparing for our date around five and finished at about a quarter to seven. I was wearing a long, slimming black cocktail dress with black underwear and matching high heels. I paced up and down the living room; I couldn't believe how nervous I was!Seven o'clock sharp, he rang the doorbell. He greeted me with a smile, gave me a peck on the cheek and offered me a bouquet of twelve red roses. A little overwhelmed, I invited him in and walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in some water."You really shouldn't have," I said, blushing and unable to hide a smile."My pleasure," he whispered as he patiently waited for me to finish tending to the flowers.When I was done and reached for my purse, he said, "I've got something else for you."To my amusement, he pulled a small, sealed, plastic bag out of his pants pocket, which contained a crumpled paper tissue; after opening the bag, he carefully pulled the tissue out using only two fingers and handed it to me."Prepared just for you, this afternoon," he smiled.My pussy involuntarily contracted and my initial smile turned to instant lust as I accepted the tissue, looking into his eyes for a few moments. Then, while looking at the dirty hankie; quickly locating his goo; I opened it and brought it up to my lips, where I loudly slurped his warm and gooey sperm out of it. After swallowing ostentatiously, I folded the tissue back to its former size and handed it back to Jack, who was looking at me with a perplexed grin."You're amazing," he stated, as he put the tissue back in the plastic bag and threw it on the table."You're just saying that because I am a slut who eats your cum on a daily basis," I chuckled, picking up my purse and walking towards the hallway."Good point," he replied as he followed me to the front door.He held the passenger's door open for me, like a true gentleman. After a fifteen minute drive, we arrived at the opera, where I was surprised to learn that he had gotten us a private balcony box right next to the stage; the best seats in the house, so to speak. The play consisted of three acts, each lasting about forty-five minutes with two intermissions, each lasting about twenty minutes. Halfway through the second act, I noticed Jack getting restless, constantly looking at his watch and fidgeting in his chair. Realizing that his daily routine was probably the cause of this mild anxiety, I ignored it, figuring he would keep himself in check until we got back to my place. However, about ten minutes later, I suddenly noticed him unzipping his pants and taking out his shlong.As he started jacking it, I was torn between watching him or the stage, and ended up alternating between them. At the end of act two, I had expected Jack to storm off into the bathrooms to finish himself off, but instead he continued wanking during the whole of the intermission. We didn't speak; instead I just looked at him, pumping that big hard cock of his in his half-open fist.Twenty minutes later, when the lights dimmed again and act three was about to start, Jack; still masturbating; looked at me and asked, bluntly, "Could you sit like a slut?"I looked at him for a few seconds, before scooting towards the edge of my seat and reaching under my dress to take off my black panties. After throwing them onto the floor, I reclined in my chair and opened my legs wide, while pulling my dress up as high as it would go in my seated position, exposing my bare legs and my now unshielded pussy.Then, I slowly slid my shoulder straps down my shoulders and pulled my dress down over my rack, revealing my black bra. Without unclasping it, I pulled my bra up, exposing my naked tits. Neither of us spoke for at least a minute as I sat there like a complete slut with both my bush and my tits out on display. He just continued jacking off as he gawked at; and drooled over; my essentially naked body.Suddenly, he scooted to the edge of his seat and; using the cover of darkness; stood up, turned towards me and began spurting his thick, white cum onto my black cocktail dress, my naked tits and my bare legs. Because it was so dark, I couldn't actually see his cum, but I could feel big globs of his cock juice splattering against the thin fabric of my cocktail dress as well as my skin.I didn't say anything, nor made any effort to move out of the way; I just sat there, looking at the stage, passed him, as he emptied his balls on me. When he was done, he sat back down and seemed to be catching his breath for a minute or two. I took my cell phone out of my purse and used the light from its large display to illuminate sections of my body, and my clothes. It was incredible, no matter where l pointed my phone, there were ropes and beads of cum everywhere!"I can't go home like this," I whispered, staring down at myself. We both knew what I was going to do, so there was no point in dragging it out. Guided by the light of my phone in my right hand, I used my left index finger to scoop Jack's cum off my dress, bra, tits, legs, thighs and arms, bringing each serving of spunk to my mouth and swallowing it. It took several minutes of gobbling up his cum to make myself look presentable again.Well, except for the fact that I was still sitting like a cheap slut, off course, with my tits and bush out in the open. And they remained that way for the next thirty minutes, while Jack and I enjoyed the rest of the play. Only in the final seconds of the third act, did I rearrange my bra and dress; just in time, so I could join the rest of the audience in applauding. As the clapping died down and the lights came on again, I picked up my panties and stuffed them in my purse. Luckily, my cocktail dress was no worse for wear; whatever cum I hadn't consumed,apparently hadn't left any stains; so I was able to walk out of the opera house without causing a scene. We discussed the play in great detail during our walk back to the car and our drive home.Breaking the silence, I asked; “Do you like it when I play the slutty woman, Jack?”“Oh, fuck, yeah! My Darla played a great slut fantasy.”After walking me to my front door, Jack gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "See you tomorrow.""I'll be waiting," I whispered as I watched him walk back to his car and drive off.Epilogue.Perhaps, one day, if I get an itch deep in my cunt, I’ll ask Jack to thoroughly scratch the hell out of it. Or perhaps he’ll eventually get over the loss of his departed bride, and ask me to give his cock a warm, wet hug, in one of my orifices. But what we now have, is absolutely delightful, and even addicting.Based on a post by sex4every1 for Literotica.

 Rediscovering the ancient lore of being in love..Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Jessica told me she wanted me to breed her again. I know I can't, not yet, but after she said that, I found the idea was rather exciting. Is it wrong that she felt that way or that I thought I'd like to breed her again?"Regina shook her head."No, it's not wrong. What you were both feeling was the release of endorphins into your brains during the orgasm and it's a little like the addiction to some drugs. You feel the endorphins and want to have the feeling again."Danny pursed his lips."Why haven't I felt like this before? The breeder and I always have an orgasm."Regina smiled."We really don't know, Danny. That's part of what this experiment is all about - to find out. What we know is impregnation is much more successful if the breeder feels something for the sire and the sire's sperm count is higher if he feels something for the breeder."Danny thought for a while about that. He did like Jessica, but he'd liked Barbara too. The feeling had been there with Barbara, a little, but not as strongly as with Jessica. Maybe that was because Barbara hadn't said anything like Jessica had. Maybe that was the reason.He looked at Regina then."Do you feel that when you're bred - like you want to be bred again by the same sire?"Regina looked at the floor when she answered."I've never been bred, Danny, because I was designated as a critical employee. If I took time off for pregnancy and to raise a child it would cause serious damage to the program."She looked up at Danny then."Maybe once we get this all figured out, I can be bred. I would like to have children someday."Over the course of the next eighteen weeks, Danny selected and bred eighteen more breeders and completed what he jokingly referred to in his weekly after breeding reports as his harem. In those after breeding reports, he tried to explain what had attracted him to each breeder. Often, he really didn't know exactly what that was so his answers were a little confusing.The breeders were also interviewed and asked if they were attracted to Danny, if they would like him to breed them again, and were asked to rate their attraction to Danny from a list of characteristics on a scale of one to ten.Over the months, she began to see a pattern in Danny's selections and the breeder's responses. That was important because once the twenty breeders were selected, bred, and in residence, Danny would have the freedom to choose a breeder once a week even though all were in some stage of pregnancy. Only in the last month of gestation was a breeder not able to engage in sex.In her last report to the W R E, Regina had put the remaining reservations to rest. Danny's impregnation rate had been ninety-five percent, much better than even the best of the other sires. The data indicated that even though genetically matching sires and breeders was very successful, the last key to the puzzle was in the mental processes of both sires and breeders.When Danny had bred the twentieth breeder and she had conceived, Regina sat down with him and explained the data she had collected and what that meant to the experiment."Danny, the data I've gathered is interesting to say the least. Even though your ratings of the breeders you selected are fairly consistent -- large breasts, wide hips, and an attitude of eagerness to be bred, your sperm count shows me something different."Your sperm count tends to indicate you prefer brunettes who have not shaved their pubic hair. Another interesting thing is that while breast and hip size do show some correlation, in general, your sperm count is lower if the woman has any hair color other than brunette. It seems as if you prefer her pubic hair to be the same color as well."The other thing that is rather unusual is your sperm count is higher if the breeder's after breeding report indicates she was nervous about the breeding. Your sperm count is even higher than if she was very confident. I'm still trying to figure that one out. Any thoughts about why that would be?"Danny thought back over his times with the twenty breeders. Yes, some seemed to be nervous so he had taken special care to make sure they were completely aroused before he bred them. The others, the ones who seemed to be more than ready, he had just bred them like he had over a hundred others. What could make him treat a nervous breeder differently?"I'm not sure. It just seemed like to ones who were nervous needed more stimulation, so I tried to give them that."Regina had watched the videos of each breeding and though she had seen some differences in what Danny did with those breeders and how they reacted, she couldn't see enough detail to really understand what he was doing."Danny, what did you do differently with the nervous breeders?"Danny had to think about that for a few moments, because he didn't really remember doing anything consciously. He just did what seemed to arouse the breeder and it was more or less instinctive."I'm not sure except when something I did seemed to arouse them, I did it some more."Regina smiled."Can you give me some examples...like what did you do with Heather, the little brunette with large breasts? She started out being nervous, but her orgasm left her shaking and breathless."Danny remembered Heather. He'd found her especially attractive and planned on breeding her several more times."Heather didn't put much on her application form about what excited her, so I had to figure it out as I went. Like you said, she had large breasts and she seemed to really like having them gently stroked. Once I figured that out, that's what I started doing. She also had large nipples, and as I stroked her breasts they got even larger. From what I've seen, most breeders like having their nipples lightly pinched and sucked. When I did that to Heather's nipples and then checked to see if she was becoming aroused, I found out she was very slippery inside, more so than most other breeders I've bred, so I kept doing it while stimulating her with a finger until she spread her legs and pulled me between them. It was pretty exciting for me too, to find out that a simple thing like sucking her nipples could excite her so quickly. I've bred a lot of breeders, but not as many as you've studied. Is that a normal reaction?"Regina said she'd seen similar reactions in the population of breeders she'd studied. She didn't tell him that just listening to the description of his actions with Heather had caused her own nipples to swell and that she felt as if she was becoming wet. That would have been embarrassing besides being unprofessional. She wasn't supposed to be excited by what she witnessed during the breedings or by what the sire and breeder said in their after-breeding interviews."Yes, Danny, I've seen that before in some women. Other's not so much."Danny had been watching Regina while he related what he'd done with Heather, and what he saw made him smile. Regina was breathing a little faster and she'd closed her thighs tight and then moved them up and down a little when she changed position. That was the same way Heather had reacted.That reaction caused Danny to look at Regina in a different light as well. Before, she'd been just another researcher who happened to be female, and she was always calm and analytical in her questions and responses. Now, knowing she had dreams of someday being bred and seeing that he'd excited her a little, she became a woman, a woman with large breasts and brown hair and the small but full figured body that attracted him to some of the breeders more than to others.He thought maybe part of the reason for the change was they were no longer in the sterile environment of the breeding center. They now lived together in a house in the countryside and he'd become more aware of her appearance since she'd dispensed with the white lab coats she always wore at the breeding center. That let Danny see how her large breasts moved when she did, and how her wide hips swayed when she walked. He'd been more than a little aroused by Regina in street clothes, and now..."Regina, a man stroking your breasts and sucking your nipples does the same thing to you, doesn't it?"The thought of Danny doing that to her flashed through Regina's mind and she felt her nipples stiffen a little more and the feeling of dampness between her thighs increased. No man had ever touched her that way, but it was what she did to herself when she was alone in her bed at night. She would watch one of the videos of one of Danny's breeding sessions and fantasize about how it must feel to the breeder. At the end, when Regina stifled the cry as her hips raised off the bed because of the orgasm, she was thinking about how it must feel to the breeder to have Danny groan and pump his sperm inside her.Regina frowned at that thought. It wasn't right. She was supposed to be an unbiased observer of the breedings and then analyze them so future breedings would be more successful. She couldn't let Danny know she even thought about sex, let alone that his description was affecting her. That might bias his actions and the study data would be contaminated."Danny, I've never been touched that way, so I don't know. Now, what else did you do with Heather that was different?"Danny wasn't dumb and he was very observant. Those qualities are what made him a very valuable sire. He could watch a breeder's reactions to what he did and modify his behavior accordingly. He didn't miss the fact that in spite of the bra Regina wore, her nipples had stiffened enough he could see the bumps they made in her light blouse. He decided to see if he could cause any other responses in Regina, partly because it would be teasing her a little, but also because he was thinking he'd like to breed her. He didn't really know why, but the feeling was there and it was a stronger feeling than he'd had with any of the breeders he'd bred."Well, once I slipped a finger inside her, I knew she was probably ready, but she was still a little stiff. I remembered what you said about breeding success being better if the breeder was very aroused, so I kept stroking her inner lips and clitoris until she rolled her head to the side and started to take panting breaths. That's when I entered her. It didn't take her long to have an orgasm after that, and that was fortunate. The way she was responding was extremely erotic and I was having difficulty not having my own orgasm before she did."Regina squirmed in her chair because there was no doubt in her mind her panties were wet. She felt the wet warmth on the lips between her thighs. What Danny had just described was the same thing she did almost every night in her bed. She'd stroke her inner lips until they were wet with her juices and then move her finger up to the little button at the top of her lips.The first touch of that little stiff nub would make her gasp. Gentle rubbing would make her pant. All it took then was moving that finger quickly in and out. Regina would feel the tension building inside her, building to a level that tightened the muscles in her belly, hips, and legs and was almost unbearable. Then, suddenly, that tension would explode in a release that left her gasping for breath and quivering. She could only imagine how Heather had felt at that moment.Regina was uncomfortable about how she was reacting to what Danny told her, but she was also a little dumbfounded. They'd had this conversation many, many times and it had never affected her before. She'd always just assumed her clinical mindset and faithfully recorded what Danny said he had done. What could be the reason she couldn't do that now? The education and experience she'd gained in psychology should have been able to explain her reaction, and yet, she couldn't find any logical reason for it.She was the same, wasn't she? Danny was the same, wasn't he? Then what was different? Regina's mind was racing for an explanation when Danny smiled. He was going to push Regina just a little to see what she did."I could show you if you want. You would be getting first-hand experience into what a breeder feels. That might help your study more than just talking."Regina felt her face and chest grow warm. What Danny had just proposed was against all her training and education. A scientist was never, never, ever supposed to become personally involved in an experiment. Doing so would cause questions about ethics and validity of the data. She could not allow that to happen after so much time and money had been spent.The warmth that was spreading down to her breasts wasn't caused by Danny's challenge to her ethics though. It was caused by her desire to let him do what he said -- excite her until she wanted him and then breed her.It was the same thought that filled her mind when she aroused herself at night, though up until that day, the sire was just a faceless body. Now, that body had Danny's face, his broad shoulders, and his tall build. For an instant, the vision filled her mind of Danny between her open thighs, his cock buried deep inside her as the waves of her orgasm swept her away into the exquisite abyss of release.Regina felt her stomach contract and then more wet warmth between her thighs. She took a deep breath that didn't do anything to still what was happening to her."Danny, I -- I think I have enough information about your experience with Heather for now. Have you given any thought to which breeder you'd like to choose to breed a second time?"Danny smiled to himself because it was obvious he'd aroused Regina. Her face was flushed and she was breathing much faster than before he'd explained what he'd done with Heather. That in itself had started him on the road to arousal, but there was something else, something he couldn't put his finger on, but it was there. He wanted Regina, wanted to hear her gasps and moans as he aroused her. He wanted to feel the spasms that tightened her passage around his stiff, stroking cock and caused him to let go and fill her with his sperm. He wanted to feel her hands on his back as she tried to pull his cock deeper inside her as they made love.That was it, he suddenly realized. He didn't want to breed Regina. He wanted to make love with her. That was a new feeling for him. He'd always taken great care to make sure the breeder reached orgasm, but other than a very few, it had just been his job. He couldn't think of Regina as just another breeder. She was different.Danny smiled again."You're not going to like my answer.""Danny, you know there are no wrong answers to any of my questions. What you say is just how you honestly feel. Now, which breeder would you like to breed again?"Danny leaned forward and put his hand on Regina's knee."You", was all he said, and he smiled again when he felt the little tremble of Regina's leg.Regina's mind swirled again with that same vision of her and Danny together, naked and striving for the goal of release. She caught her breath when Danny squeezed her knee gently, then stammered, "Umm, me? I'm not a breeder.""I know and that's why"."But I can't."Danny slowly moved his hand a little higher up Regina's leg."Why? From what I'm seeing, you wouldn't be completely against the idea. You're breathing faster and your face is flushed. That's the same way the breeders react when I touch them, though it usually takes more touching in more places."Regina knew she couldn't hide what her body was doing from Danny, but she had thought maybe he wouldn't notice. Now that he had and was absolutely correct in his assessment of her, what could she say?"Even if I wanted to -- and I'm not saying I would - that would invalidate all my work because I'd be biased."Danny smiled and moved his hand up a little more."Wouldn't it just make it easier for you to understand how a breeder feels when I breed her? I'd think that was valuable information you could never get from an interview."Regina abruptly brushed Danny's hand off her leg and then stood up."I think we'd better end the interview right now."Without waiting for Danny to respond, she walked out of the interview room and left Danny sitting there.Academic Theories Be DamnedWhen she got back to her room, Regina dropped her clipboard on her desk and then sat down on the bed. What was wrong with her? What Danny had said was true. She did want him to breed her, wanted it more than she could remember ever wanting anything else. The thought had stirred something deep in her mind, something she'd never felt before.It's just hormones, she thought, and I know how to fix that for at least a while. She stood up, took off her clothes and lay back down on the bed.The first touch between her thighs told her she hadn't been imagining the wetness there, and she knew the reason. Her body was preparing itself to be penetrated by a man's rigid cock. She tried slipping a finger into her entrance and found it was even wetter there. The second finger she slipped in made Regina catch her breath.With her other hand, Regina closed two fingers around her right nipple and pinched gently. The effect was immediate. She stifled the moan that threatened to slip from her throat as her belly tightened. Another pinch tightened her belly again and she felt the tension begin building in her core.Regina's two fingers moved slowly in and out a few times, then moved up to the little smooth button at the top of her lips. Just a few strokes was all it took. Regina gasped as the first wave of spasms wracked her body, then arched up off the bed as the wave swept over her. She couldn't control what her body was doing. It just did what it felt like, and the only thing she saw in her mind was Danny's face above hers, a face wearing a mask of intense pleasure as he pumped his stiff cock in and out and spurted his sperm inside her.Regina lay there panting until the contractions in her core mostly stopped. It was relief from the tension, but as another twinge of tightness swept over her, she realized the orgasm had done nothing to take away the vision that still filled her mind. The only thing that would do that was the vision becoming reality and that scared her.She'd never before experienced such a longing, no, such a need, and she didn't know what to do about it. If she did as her scientist's mind was telling her, she'd put that need out of her mind and go on as she always had. The problem was the other part of her mind, the part that was screaming at her to go to Danny's room and make that vision a reality was quickly drowning out her logical self.Her logical mind struggled to be heard through the din.What if I got pregnant? That would be the end of my career. No, that can't happen. The W R E knew some psychologists might be tempted so all female psychologists had been temporarily sterilized by an implant. Regina felt for the implant and found the small bump on her shoulder where it had been inserted. No, she couldn't get pregnant.What if somebody found out? That would also end my career. Then she shook her head. Like Danny had said, that wasn't likely to happen. It wasn't unusual for her to spend hours interviewing a sire or a breeder. If she and Danny were together long enough for him to breed her, everybody would just think it was part of the interview process. It was a cardinal rule that once an interview started, no one was permitted to interrupt it unless there was some life threatening emergency that required evacuation of the residence. They wouldn't be disturbed no matter how long it took.In trying to give herself a reason why she shouldn't, all Regina had done was convince herself she could do this without any repercussions. Her logical mind then softly told her that Danny was right. She could never truly understand how a breeder felt unless she herself had had the experience.RomanticismThat night, during dinner, Regina noticed Danny looking at her and smiling. She forced herself to look away, but secretly enjoyed the fact that he didn't seem to have lost interest in her. That was a new feeling too. She'd experienced many male scientists praising her work, but never had even one said anything about wanting to get to know her better much less have sex with her. She'd always been proud that her achievements had been recognized by her peers. Now, she was proud that Danny was recognizing her as a woman.When dinner was over, Danny walked up to her and smiled."Regina, what happened today...if I offended you in any way, I apologize. All I was doing is what I always do. I was telling you my true feelings. I know nothing can come of it, but that's how I really feel."Regina felt her emotions raging inside her, but she'd made up her mind."Danny, I still have a few questions I need to ask you. Could we continue the interview now?"Danny started down the hall the interview rooms, but Regina caught his arm. She couldn't look at him when she spoke for fear she'd change her mind."Danny, I was thinking about someplace else, some place a little more private."Danny felt a little tingle race up his spine. Could this be what it seemed?"Where would you suggest?"Regina's voice was so soft he barely heard her."I was thinking maybe my room if that's OK with you."Once they were inside Regina's room, she locked the door and then turned to Danny."Danny, I've thought a lot about this afternoon. I'd never thought about it before, but what you said about experience is true. If you still want to...to give me that experience..."Danny took Regina's hand in his."Regina, are you sure about this? If you aren't, I'll just leave."Regina shook her head."No, I'm not sure, but I don't know any other way to...since this afternoon, I've been going crazy imagining how it would be and telling myself it shouldn't be but I want it to be. I can't keep going on like this. I have to know."Danny didn't say anything. He just moved closer, took Regina in his arms and pulled her close. As his hands stroked over her back, Regina felt her skin begin to tingle. She'd never felt her breasts pressed against a man's chest before, and the feeling started a tiny little tremor in her core. When Danny's hands cupped her hips and squeezed gently, that little tremor got a little stronger, strong enough she gently backed away and smiled sheepishly."This is where I take off my clothes, right?"Danny shook his head."No, Regina. You're not a breeder. I want to take this slow in case you change your mind. I'll undress you a little at a time. If you do change your mind, just tell me and I'll stop, no questions asked."Danny kissed Regina then. Kissing wasn't something he usually did with a breeder. Though he'd been taught how to kiss a woman to excite her, usually it happened only when a breeder kissed him first, and he seldom felt anything. When he pulled Regina tight against him again, she closed her eyes and her mouth opened a little. Danny didn't really understand why, but it seemed like he should kiss her, so he did.When their lips touched, Danny felt something he'd never felt before. A strange sensation raced from his lips down to his cock and caused it to begin to swell. When Regina tentatively touched his lips with her tongue, Danny knew he should do the same because he'd been taught to do that. When their tongues touched, Regina moaned, and Danny surprised himself by moaning too.Regina had felt the kiss tighten her core. It was the same as when she excited herself, but different. It was different because it was caused by Danny. She hadn't expected it, and that made the feeling stronger, so strong she wanted to keep feeling it.Regina pulled gently away then and whispered, "Danny, I don't want you to stop. I want to know what it feels like to be bred and I want to feel that now."Danny continued to undress Regina slowly, taking great care to stroke her skin as soon as he'd removed the clothing covering it. He hadn't been taught to do that and yet it seemed like something he should do. That was also a new experience for him. Always with a breeder, he'd stroked her skin in the places he'd been taught, but with Regina, it was so much different.A breeder would have been slow to respond to his touch at first. That was because most breeders were a little unsure, or at least that's what he'd learned in training. Regina seemed to instantly respond to every touch. When he stroked her bare back, she shivered, but pressed her bra-clad breasts into his chest again. When he removed her bra and then cupped her breasts, she kissed him again and then moaned into his mouth when his fingertips touched her nipples.Danny was a little surprised when after he'd removed Regina's bra, she began unbuttoning his shirt. After undoing the last button, she put her arms around his neck and pressed her bare breasts against his bare chest. That had never happened to him before either. A breeder might pull him down on top of her after her orgasm, but usually they didn't do anything like that during the breeding.Regina was attempting to maintain her objectivity in order to mentally record all the sensations she was feeling, but as Danny eased her pants down over her hips, then cupped her cheeks and squeezed, her thoughts slipped from remembering to just experiencing. She stepped out of her pants when he pulled them down her legs, then gasped when he slid his hands up her inner thighs.She'd have been embarrassed to be nude in front of any other man, but when Danny began pulling her panties down, she wasn't embarrassed. She knew what Danny was going to do next because she'd watched the videos of his breedings countless times. She wasn't nervous or afraid. If anything, she wanted him to do it faster.After Danny gently lifted her legs one at a time so he could slip the panties off her feet, he quickly removed his own clothes and then took Regina in his arms again. As with a lot of things that had just happened, he hadn't been taught to do that. It just seemed like something he should do, and once he'd felt her naked body against his, all he knew was he wanted Regina, wanted her like he'd never wanted a breeder.He didn't understand the feeling, but it was there, the feeling that he wanted to feel his cock sliding inside her, stroking until she had an orgasm, and then letting himself go. He gently laid her down on the bed, then sat down on the edge.When Danny slipped his index finger inside Regina to see if she was becoming aroused, that was different too. With all but a few breeders, he'd had to use a lot of stimulation before they were slippery enough his cock wouldn't hurt them when he slipped it in. Regina was already slippery with the fluid that would ease his first thrust.Danny explored her entrance with that finger and found it was snug. Could it be that Regina had never been penetrated before? Regina answered that question by catching her breath and wincing when he tried to insert a second finger. Danny withdrew the second finger and began gently massaging the little button at the top of Regina's lips.As he massaged with his right hand, Danny stroked Regina's breasts and nipples with his left, and when her nipples tightened, he leaned down and took the right one between his lips. Regina's hips rocked when he sucked gently, and Danny felt her hand on his head, holding him there. He sucked a little harder, and Regina moaned a little moan. Danny felt the finger inside her get a little more slippery. She was reacting faster than any breeder he'd ever bred.Regina's mind was a blur of sensations that stopped her attempts to think. Every time Danny sucked her nipple, she felt her core tighten, and the tightening didn't completely go away when he stopped. It was like it tensed, relaxed a little and then tensed even more when he sucked her nipple again. The finger between her lips was causing even more sensations. She felt another tension building, a different tension that made her open her thighs wide and pull on Danny's shoulder. It wasn't conscious thought that made her do that. It was just something her body made her do.When Regina began rocking her hips into his finger, Danny knew she was ready for him. He also knew he'd hurt Regina if he just did what he felt like doing and thrust his cock inside her in one quick stroke. When he felt her pulling on his shoulder, Danny knelt between her spread thighs and slipped his cock head between her swollen, slippery lips. He found her entrance and pushed in gently.Regina gasped at the feeling, but didn't push him away. She only raised her knees and opened her thighs a little wider. Danny kept massaging the stiff, swollen little nub of flesh at the top of her lips as he began slowly pressing in and then withdrawing. After only three of these gentle strokes, Regina began lifting her hips to meet his cockhead. Danny knew she was close to having an orgasm, and had to will himself to not just ram his cock inside her. He was too close himself.Suddenly, Regina gasped and held her breath while she lifted her hips higher. Danny felt his cockhead pressing against something soft that yielded a little. He pulled back when Regina breathed again and let her hips fall back to the mattress. She did it again when he pressed his cock in a little more firmly, then her thighs began to shake against his sides.Danny withdrew, then pushed in again while his fingertip rapidly stroked the throbbing center of Regina's sex. She cried out, dug her nails into his back and heaved her body into the stroke. As Regina's body shook and she cried out again, Danny pushed his cock through the barrier and deep inside Regina, then gasped as his own orgasm wracked his body. He made four quick but deep strokes before he stopped. Regina continued to pant and shake for a while, and Danny held his weight on his arms and enjoyed the feeling of the contractions that seemed to milk at his cock.Regina then let her body ease back down to the mattress, put her arms around Danny and kissed him. This time, Danny felt a different feeling. It wasn't a feeling that stiffened his cock. That wouldn't happen again for at least half an hour. It was a feeling of...he couldn't describe it, but it was there. It was kind of like the feeling he'd had with one or two breeders, but it was more intense. It was a feeling of wanting to breed Regina again, and a feeling of wanting to stay with her.As the waves of her orgasm ebbed, Regina could think again, and she was having two thoughts. One was that she liked feeling Danny's cock inside her. It was a feeling of being content, warm, and secure. The other was that as good as it felt, it was also uncomfortable. She knew this was because Danny had taken her virginity. For a while the feeling of contentment overrode the feeling of discomfort, but when Danny's cock softened and slipped out of her, Regina winced.Danny whispered, "Did I hurt you?"Regina stroked his back."Just a little, but it wasn't bad. Everything else was more than I ever expected. I didn't realize it would be like this."Danny kissed Regina on the forehead, something else he'd never done to a breeder, and then whispered back."I didn't expect it to be like this either."She Ruined HimDanny didn't spend the night with Regina. She said someone would notice and suspect what had happened. He dressed and went back to his room, then lay on his bed and wondered at what had just happened.It had been so different than when he bred a breeder, but it shouldn't have been. All he'd done was show Regina how a breeder felt when he bred her. Then, he realized the difference wasn't Regina. The difference was him. He'd never felt with a breeder like he'd felt with Regina. It was like they'd been one for a while, one body straining to achieve the orgasm that both wanted and needed instead of him giving the breeder an orgasm and then enjoying his own. He fell asleep still wondering if that was right or wrong.Strange FeelingsRegina took a shower that night, and as she washed between her thighs, she remembered how she'd felt. She didn't remember any breeder telling her she'd felt anything but a nice orgasm and relief that it was done and she was probably pregnant. That wasn't what Regina had felt, not at all. What she'd felt was a need to have Danny inside her, a need to feel his body moving against hers, and a feeling of not wanting him to stop. Was this normal, or was she letting the sensations of her first actual sex make her think that way? She fell asleep trying to analyze those feelings and put them into the context of what she'd learned in college and through experience.Conflicting EmotionsThe next morning at breakfast, Regina couldn't talk to Danny or even look at him. She was afraid she'd blurt out how she felt about what they'd done or somehow give away their secret with her expressions. Danny was the same. He was still confused. He needed to talk with Regina, but the breakfast table with the other breeders wasn't the time or the place.That time was that afternoon. Danny had no breeders scheduled so neither he nor Regina had any interviews. He walked down to Regina's room and knocked on the door.When she opened the door, Danny said, "We need to talk". Regina didn't say anything. She just opened the door and motioned him in. When Danny said "About, last night...", Regina cut him off."I think I know what you're going to say Danny. You're going to say you don't understand what happened. I don't understand it either. It was supposed to be just an experiment so I'd understand what the breeders feel, but it didn't turn out that way. I've watched hundreds of videos of breedings, and the breeders never displayed what I felt. Is that about it, the way I acted?"Danny shook his head."No, that's only half of it. I've never felt the same way with a breeder either. It was like...I don't know what it was like, but it was an entirely different feeling. It didn't feel like I was breeding you. It felt like we were the same, like we were one person for a while. I don't know what to think about that. I mean, you said I was free to choose any breeder now, but...well...you're not a breeder, but when I thought about that last night, I realized the only one I want to choose is you."Regina smiled, though she wasn't smiling inside. She was trying to think of a reason for the way they both felt that wouldn't cause Danny to hope for something that could never be."Danny, what I think is we've worked so closely together over the past weeks that we've become very comfortable with each other. Once you breed another breeder, you'll feel differently about me."Danny shook his head again."I don't think I will. I don't think it will ever be the same with a breeder again. You said my sperm count is higher if I like the breeder. It probably won't be in the future because I'll keep remembering how it was with you."Regina put her hand on Danny's shoulder."Danny, you can't think that way. There's too much at stake."Danny put his arms around Regina's waist."Are you saying you don't want to do it again?"Regina felt a tear trickle down her cheek and hastily wiped it away."No, Danny, I'm not saying that because I do. What I'm saying is I can't, not if I'm going to keep the study going, and I have to do that. I have to finish the study so I can learn how to improve the breeding program."Danny let his hands slip under the waistband of Regina's pants and down to her hips. He then cupped and squeezed them gently and grinned when Regina shivered."I think you've learned a lot about how to improve the breeding program from just doing it once. How many breeders have you interviewed who said they want to keep being bred by the same sire?"Regina thought for a second, then answered."Not many...maybe a percent or so."Danny gently separated Regina's cheeks and stroked between them with a fingertip."But you think you'd like me to breed you again, right?"Regina felt her nipples begin to swell at the thought of having Danny inside her again."I suppose I would. How does that help anything?"Danny moved one hand up Regina's side until he touched her breast."Well, since the more times a breeder is bred, the more likely it is she'll get pregnant, doesn't it make sense to pair a breeder with a sire she wants to breed with as much as she wants instead of a sire she can breed with only once?"Regina's tummy tightened when she felt Danny's thumb on her nipple."Yes, but how would that be possible? There are a lot more breeders than sires. We could never match up a different sire for each breeder."Danny chuckled as he stroked his thumb over the stiff bump of Regina's nipple."You're the scientist. Can't you figure out how to do that?"Regina pulled Danny's hand away from her breast."Please stop that."Danny grinned."Don't you like it? If feels like you do.""I can't think when you do that. We can't just let any man breed any woman. There are things like genetic propensity for birth defects and low intelligence and anti-social behavior that have to be considered."Danny slipped his hand down and squeezed Regina's cheek again."Well, I thought about that last night. Right now, there are about six hundred thousand breeders across the globe and about forty thousand sires, right?"Regina nodded as Danny again slipped his hand up her side and smiled when he found her nipple was still stiff."So, what you get is about six hundred thousand babies in a year?"Regina shivered when Danny stroked her stiff nipple."Yes, but more like six twenty. Sometimes a breeder has twins."Danny lightly pinched Regina's nipple through her bra, then smiled."So, what would happen if you had four million breeders and four million sires breeding every other day until the breeder was pregnant?"Regina started to pull Danny's hand away, but then felt her core tighten enough she caught her breath."We'd have over four million babies in about a year. But Danny, some of those babies wouldn't be healthy and some wouldn't be a smart and --""Which would be better for the world population -- six hundred and twenty thousand perfect babies a year or four million with a few that aren't quite perfect?"Regina shook her head, partly to shake off the feeling of Danny stroking her nipple and partly to have a second or two to think."If we did that, most of the sires wouldn't know how to make the breeder have an orgasm, and all our studies say that would lower the impregnation rate."Danny picked Regina up and carried her to the bed, then laid her down and unbuttoned her blouse."They would if you taught them like I was taught."Danny had never disclosed the details his grandmother used to tell him, when he was a little boy. The chivalrous tales of men who devoted their very lives to a woman they were.. The term was “In love”.  He knew there was a concept referred to as ‘loving’; but the term, ‘in love’ was completely alien to his current-day culture.Mankind had so deeply obsessed itself with birth control, and fighting over-population of the earth. They had become a cult of intellect which was devoid of wisdom. They’d become a cold world.The urgent reforms would never be adopted if the academics were made to feel threatened or discredited. The strategy required manipulating the group-think, so that the universities could claim to have discovered the concepts for the rest of the world to follow.Policy ReformsRegina's proposal wasn't accepted at first. It took several sessions with the W R E before they granted approval for a pilot program consisting of ten thousand sires and ten thousand breeders. A year after the program started, the impregnation rate was ninety-nine percent and the W R E increased the program from a pilot to an alternative program. A year after that, the alternative of half a million sires and half a million breeders became the standard because it was producing babies fast enough the population was beginning to increase.The new generation of humans were allowed to live outside of the juvenile centers. If the parents agreed, the children were kept with them, in what was referred to a familation unit.Ten years into the reforms, there were familation units with as many as 9 young offspring. The offspring were educated by the parents and socialized with other familation units.After 20 years, the Academies declared an end of the emergency and proudly congratulated themselves for saving humanity. The new generation came of age and some cultural conflicts emerged. The youth developed their odd musical expressions, clothing and hair fashions, and even started some communes. This new generation had no interest in the symphony music which was prevalent. Instead they used crude wooden contraptions with tight strings, to accommodate their simplistic music. It was referred to as ‘folk’ music, and obsessed itself in themes about love and other such frivolous emotions that intellectuals dismissed as unproductive.Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts, for Literotica

 Something had to be done about the ominous world population decrease.Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Kristin lay naked on the bed with her legs spread a little and watched as S405698 removed his clothing. Before, she'd been nervous, but eager. Now, as he removed his underwear and his erect cock bobbed free, she was nervous and a little afraid. It was her first time in six months, the celibacy period mandated by her contract, and she was a little fearful of how it would feel. He looked large - not particularly long, but really thick. Matt, her former partner, hadn't been so thick and it always felt like he stretched her a lot.He smiled as he approached."This your first time here?"Kristin nodded her confirmation.He smiled again and stroked her right breast."Just relax, and I'll make this great for both of us. Do you have a favorite position?"Kristin's voice was almost a whisper."I thought it made a difference and we'd have to do it with you on top."He chuckled."That's just an old wives tale. All the data says it really doesn't matter as long as you have an orgasm. Usually it doesn't matter even if you don't providing the time is right, but I'll make sure you do. Now, what do you like? I read your application, but some women have special things they like and are too embarrassed to write them down. It's just you and me here, and it will be better for us both if I know."Kristin thought for a moment. Should she tell him, could she tell him, that having her nipples pinched tight and then pulled would send her into a blinding orgasm? Would he think she was weird if she told him that?He smiled when she didn't answer."You won't shock me, I promise. I've heard everything from 'spank me really hard' to 'pull my hair' to 'tell me I'm just a brood cow and you're going to breed me like a bull'. There have been other things too, but those are probably the most common."Kristin smiled coyly."Well...I like it best when I'm on my hands and knees...and I like my nipples pinched hard and then pulled."He smiled again."That's one of my favorites too. Before we do that, let's get you ready."Kristin was quiet when he began stroking her breasts, but caught her breath when he lightly brushed her nipples with his fingertips. When he nuzzled her breast and then closed his lips around her right nipple, she closed her eyes so she could feel every little tingle. After he stroked down her side and then slipped a fingertip between her puffy lips, she wasn't afraid anymore. She just felt the craving building, the craving to be penetrated by his thick cock, and then taken to the point her body would convulse as the orgasm sent her into a blinding fog of sensations.That was when he'd pump his seed into her, the thick, white, sticky ropes carrying his sperm that would find their way to her womb and impregnate her. She wouldn't feel the spurts, she knew that, but she'd feel his thick cock throb inside her when he did it. Some women in her group who were there for the second or third time said they thought they could feel it splatter inside them, but Kristin never had. All she'd ever felt were the contractions that twisted her belly in a knot, caused her legs to turn to jelly, and made her hips writhe around the cock inside her.And so it was that day. He stroked his finger in and out, then used two fingers to stroke deep while his thumb lightly brushed her clit, and all the time, his mouth sucked and pulled at her nipples. By the time he turned her over and lifted her hips so she was on her hands and knees, she'd felt the orgasm building twice. He'd stopped his stroking fingers and thumb then, but as soon as her hips stopped rocking into his hand, he started again.Kristin had just gotten to her hands and knees when she felt him spread her lips and then slide his rigid cock between them. She was so wet by then there wasn't much sensation until his cock head touched her clit. Her body jerked when that happened and she tried to move forward so his cock was at her entrance.He wouldn't let her do that though. He just kept stroking his cock between her wet, swollen lips until his cock head and shaft glistened with the slippery/sticky wetness that flowed from her entrance when she tightened her belly. He smiled to himself at how well he'd excited her.That was a point of personal pride with him. He'd been taught the mechanics, but his real education had come from a woman named Barbara. She'd been very forward about what she liked and didn't like, and one of the things she liked was being teased until she was gasping for breath and her wetness flowed enough it trickled from her entrance and then down between her ass cheeks.He knew Kristin was ready when she began pushing back against him, trying to get his cock inside her. He hoped she was close to an orgasm because when a breeder acted like this one was acting, he sometimes had trouble holding back until she came. It wasn't the way she moaned and panted. It was the way her lips gradually swelled and then opened when he spread her legs a little more.Kristin felt him pushing his cock head at her entrance and then the feeling of him stretching her open. It didn't happen all at once like she thought it might. After all, he was being paid to breed her, not to make love to her and she thought he'd want to do it as fast as possible.He didn't though, and Kristin couldn't hold back the moan as his thick, swollen cock head eased into the snug spot just inside her entrance. She moaned again when he pushed deeper and she felt him fill that tight ring. He didn't keep going then. He just pushed in and out right there, making his cock head stretch her open and then letting her close a little. In less than a minute, Kristin was unconsciously pushing back at his cock and trying to get him inside her all the way.He did push harder then, and Kristin gasped as his cock head slipped past that snug spot but the stretching feeling didn't lessen. It was still there, the same pressure that sent little tingling sensations to her brain and her core. Those sensations tightened her belly and took every thought from her mind except the exquisite stretching and his hands on her breasts.He was carefully watching what she did, and when he began hearing her rasping, panting breaths knew she was close. He moved his hands from cupping her full, hanging breasts to close his fingertips on her swollen nipples. When he pinched them lightly, she moaned. He pinched harder and felt her passage clamp down on his cock.She rammed her body back when he pinched harder still, hard enough he knew he was flattening her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, and she started to make continuous little moans. It would only take a little more and she'd have the orgasm she needed to have for it to be nearly certain he'd impregnate her.He pulled down hard then and stretched her breasts out into cones. She shrieked and he felt her begin to shake. She started to sag then because her legs were shaking, so he put his left hand under her belly to hold her up, and began pushing his cock in and out a little faster. In moments, she began to murmur something he couldn't understand, and when he pulled hard on her right nipple, she shrieked and started to writhe her hips. As soon as he felt her body jerk the first time, he allowed himself to let go. With a groan, he pushed his cock in until his belly flattened her shaking hips and then felt the surge race up his cock and inside her. Three more times, he gasped as his cock went home and another surge flew out the tip.She was still making little mewing cries and pushing back into his cock when he groaned and felt another tightening in his cock. That one would be just a dribble, but it would add to the amount he could already feel leaking out of her and onto the mattress.It wouldn't matter if some leaked out. He could feel her body moving now, feel her passage contract and then push out, then contract again. Her body was doing what it was supposed to do, dipping the tip of her womb into the sperm that covered it and helping the sperm find its way inside.He kept his cock in her and stroking until it got soft enough it was just bending when he stroked in. He pulled out then, but held her lips closed with two fingers until he couldn't feel the little contractions anymore. He knew it wouldn't matter if he did that, but he liked the way most women reacted when he lightly pinched their lips together and then moved them around. This one was no exception. She purred out a little moan and then her hips rocked a little.She was lying on her back when he got dressed, and just before he left; she blew him a kiss and said "Thank you".He grinned."The pleasure was mine."The EmptinessAs Danny walked back to his room, he smiled at his fortune to be one of the chosen males. It was partly because of his intelligence but also because of his build. He was a little over six feet tall, depending upon the time of day, and was a lean and strong hundred and seventy pounds. That had been enough to get him the position, and when his sperm count was higher than average, that was an added advantage.He didn't know how many women he'd impregnated, but he knew he'd been mated with about a hundred and fifty over the past two years. He figured he had about another ten years of service left, give or take, as long as his sperm count remained at least average. By that time, the crisis would have been avoided and though the breeding program would still be required, the natural process of reproduction would again be helping to populate the earth.In another four days, Danny would have another appointment with a woman probably between the ages of nineteen and twenty-nine. There had been women as old as forty in the beginning, but anything over twenty-nine was considered a little old now. A breeder could be bred only every two years, and the sociologists had all agreed that after the age of thirty, the breeder should concentrate on child rearing. A woman who was nineteen at her first breeding was optimal. She could be bred seven times before retiring.The other issue with a woman's age was fertility. After the age of thirty, it sometimes took two breedings to impregnate her, and that wasted sperm. Women as old as forty had been used to get things started though, because not using every available and willing woman would have been catastrophic. A few women over thirty were still being bred, but those were women with exceptionally high intelligence, nearly perfect physical traits, and strong mothering instincts.Foundational KnowledgeThe federation authorities were not going to question the sages of the academics. Science must never be questioned by the unenlightened; and certainly not publicly opposed. It was met with swift re-education orders, and the rebels who dared challenge the sages were taken to institutions where they were re-educated. Sometimes they were further treated with pharmaceuticals to bring ‘balance’ to their temperament, before slowly being re-introduced to the civilian populations.Mandated Abstinence PhaseFour days of rest was optimal for Danny according to the testing he'd been through. Some sires needed as many as six, but four days gave his body a chance to replenish his sperm and gave his mind a chance to rest from the concentration required to ensure the woman had an orgasm. During those days, he'd sleep, eat, stay in shape with a workout or a swim, and do little else other than take a class or two in how to arouse women. Danny didn't really need the classes in how to cause orgasms in most women, but there were some women who needed what Judy, the instructor, called "special handling", so he'd take at least one.Judy always taught the classes nude so she could demonstrate, and Danny wished she was one of the breeders. While he was skilled in producing orgasms in any woman, he sometimes had to concentrate on producing his own if the breeder had small breasts or narrow hips. Judy had the large, heavy breasts and sensuous, wide hips, the same characteristics that always made it easy for him to fill a breeder with his sperm. Unfortunately for him, Judy was forty-eight and no longer fertile. Coupling with her would have been an exquisite experience, he thought, but would have also been a waste of his sperm.He'd have liked being the first to breed her because she was probably quite a woman when she was nineteen, but in those days, things were done a little differently. Most matings were natural then, and the selection process was left up to the individuals involved.A Dying Human RaceNo one could put a single, concrete reason to the lack of population growth the world was experiencing during the early 2000's, but it was definitely a problem and it was growing quickly. In 2015, the population of the globe was a little over seven billion and growing slowly. By 2030, that number had stabilized because the death rate was about equal to the birth rate. Medical science had not been able to find a way to extend the life of any individual. All evidence appeared to point to a biologically programmed "expiration date" for the human body.It was estimated by the W H O that with the current declining birth and steady death rates, in ten years the population of Earth would be nearly halved and would continue to decline at a rate of about eight percent per year. Within twenty years because of geographical dispersion, the human species would effectively be extinct. A few small pockets of humans would exist in the major cities, but would quickly begin to suffer from congenital diseases and defects cause by lack of genetic diversity.There were various theories for the decrease in birth rate proposed, but the problem was worldwide, so culture was not a major influence. What appeared to be the cause were several major changes in how people thought about their roles in society.Some sociologists thought the problem began in the 1960's with the so-called "free love" generation. The culture of the "hippies" changed sex into something anyone could enjoy and they did. Women learned about having orgasms and men learned that having an orgasm at the same time as your partner was much more enjoyable than basically using a woman to masturbate with instead of using their hands. The advent of the birth control pill furthered this "sex without guilt" mentality because it nearly eliminated the risk of pregnancy.Other sociologists thought it was the generation of children born to the free-love generation. While when they were young, most of the free-love generation had rejected normal jobs and careers, as they got older, they fell into line behind their parents. The difference was they made more money than their parents and could afford to give their children more. Those children grew up and became selfish because they'd seldom had to wait for anything.When they looked back at their parents, what they saw were people who had sacrificed a lot to give their children what everybody else's children had, from new bikes to the latest style in clothing to the limousine that took them to their high school prom. According to the sociologists, that realization made them vow to not have children so they didn't have to sacrifice anything in their quest for self-satisfaction. Better and safer birth control methods made that goal a reality.It was obvious to most nations in the world that if the birth rate continued to decline, long before human extinction became reality there would be fewer young people working to support the world economy while there were more older people consuming the results of that economy. Infrastructure would deteriorate because of the lack of labor to keep it running, and food would be an ever-increasing problem because of the lack of agricultural workers. The social safety-net systems such as medical care and financial support in the form of the various government entitlement systems would suffer a spiraling decline in input while their outlay would continually increase.The result was the formation of the "W R E - the acronym for "World Re-population Effort" - by the leaders of every developed country on the globe. This organization was separate from the United Nations because world leaders knew the problem had to be solved quickly. Any committee of the United Nations would only hold meaningless votes on meaningless, non-binding resolutions for years. There would likely be UN diplomats continuing to argue over infinitesimal details even as the light of human existence slowly flickered out.After six months of debate about the practical and ethical considerations, the W R E embarked upon a solution. That solution was to offer free medical care, free housing, and financial support for life to any woman, single or married, who would agree to be impregnated and raise the child to adulthood. The program was funded by the World Bank after that organization was appraised of the consequences of doing nothing.In the manner of all government programs, the W R E wrote a glossary of accepted terms. Women participating in the program were designated as "Base Re-population Donor Recipients " or the acronym "BRDR". Men serving as sperm donors were designated as "Sperm Inception Reservoirs ", or "SIR". Both terms were to be used in any and all public correspondence and conversation, but in private conversations in the W R E clinics, the doctors and nurses used the somewhat phonetic pronunciations of "Breeder" and "Sire". To guarantee anonymity but allow for detailed tracking, in all records breeders were given a number -- a "B" followed by a sequential number. Sires were likewise numbered by an "S" followed by a sequential number.In the early stages of the program, it was felt the breeding should proceed by clinical means to guarantee conception happened in a sterile environment, so the breeder was impregnated by artificial insemination. The success rate was relatively poor, being only about thirty percent for women under thirty and only about ten percent for women between thirty and thirty-five.After multiple studies that all proved inconclusive relative to how to improve that success rate by artificial means, some old data about the success of natural conception was compared to the new data. The old data demonstrated almost a seventy percent conception success rate for women between nineteen and thirty-five if the woman was monitoring her fertility and her partner's sperm count was average. The success rate was still over fifty percent even if the woman did no monitoring.As a result, the W R E began a trial program of natural matings between sires and breeders. The success rate was the predicted sixty-five to seventy percent if the breeder didn't have an orgasm, seventy-five percent if she did, and eighty percent if she had an orgasm and the sire had a high sperm count. After a year of the trial, this method became the norm.It was also determined during the trial program that virgins seldom conceived at the first mating, while all fell within the predicted ranges after the second. The doctors and psychologists employed by the W R E stated this was for two reasons. Most women experienced some amount of pain when their maidenhead was broken and that pain prevented them from having an orgasm. The other reason was that many women reported being too nervous about their first experience with intercourse and so couldn't let themselves relax and enjoy the same experience they always enjoyed when masturbating.The solution developed was to pair a virgin breeder with an experienced sire who had been taught to understand she might be apprehensive and had been taught how to overcome that tendency as well as to minimize the pain she might feel.In both types of breeders, those who were virgins and those who were not, their sires were selected to compliment and accent the characteristics of intelligence and physical development. That topic, standards for pairing breeders and sires, was the topic most debated through the program development.While throughout most of human civilization, mate selection was mostly random and served to continue proliferation of the strongest genes, there were always some children born who had a difficult time fitting into that civilization. With the advent of the sequencing of the human genome and subsequent deciphering of which gene did what, it was possible to eliminate these mistakes of nature.Utilization of that ability did not upset most people when the program was proposed. After all, what person would desire to produce a child with a mental or physical deformity or a propensity toward a life of crime?The selections would be random, but random among volunteers deemed to guarantee the resulting offspring would be the best humankind could produce. While race of the sire would be an option selectable only by the breeder, the characteristics of mental and physical health and mental stability would take precedence over any other criteria.All breeders and sires had their DNA sequenced and categorized relative to genetic disposition toward both traits considered good and bad. When a breeder signed her contract, she was given a list of potential sires. The sires on that list were matched to her DNA to yield a child with above average intelligence, no propensity for development of congenital disease or physical deformity, and most importantly, no tendencies to resist the codes of society.It was impossible to find breeders and sires with no undesirable genetic characteristics, so the pairing routine matched breeders with undesirable characteristics with sires who had the genetic makeup to counteract those characteristics. In this manner, the new population would be stronger, more intelligent, and there would be little, if any, crime.While there were still babies being naturally conceived by couples, that was both a blessing and a concern. Those babies were needed to re-populate the planet, but some of those babies would develop the unfavorable characteristics dictated by their DNA.After some deliberation about methods of guaranteeing proper genetic makeup of all children born, the W R E concluded that the number of such children produced by natural matings would be small compared to the number of planned births. That number would be small enough that any mental abnormalities could be handled by the current methods of incarceration or psychiatric treatment. Physical abnormalities would be handled by corrective surgery or prosthetics. Both would disappear in a generation or two anyway.The initial year of the program proved the potential of the plan. The initial two thousand sires chosen from all over the world had each been mated with between sixty and eighty breeders each, and the result was eighty-three thousand babies.The impregnation rate was a disappointing sixty- percent, but this was attributed to the age of some of the breeders. The second year, the number of sires was increased to six thousand, the number of breeders by two hundred fifty thousand, and eleven months later, the number of births was over three hundred and fifty thousand births.At that rate of impregnation, within one generation, the population of the Earth would be well on the way to return to the levels of the early 2000's. Given that the selection process matched breeders and sires for both physical and mental characteristics, those new individuals would have a natural desire to reproduce and the resulting children would return the world's birthrate to a percentage that would match the world's death rate.Several psychologists had warned of the unintended consequence of a planned and organized breeding program. After an entire generation of men and women had been conceived, born, and raised to the state of adulthood, they might resolve themselves to arranged breedings as the norm.It wasn't hard for Danny to believe that would be the case. He seldom felt anything for any breeder he impregnated. It was just his job, albeit a very pleasant job. He knew the other sires felt much the same way.Technology of InseminationAfter Danny filled out his after-breeding report detailing the experience - the breeding position used, what techniques he had used to arouse her, had the breeder achieved an orgasm or not, and a short written statement of his impressions of the breeder - he sent the electronic form to the central computer and then sat down to reflect upon what he had written.Danny didn't think anybody actually read his comments, but in actuality, they were the most important data on the form to the psychiatrists monitoring the breeding program. They understood that there would be some mental stress if men were coupled with anonymous women by a computer program rather than by natural means.Female humans were biologically programmed to seek a single mate to care for and to protect them and to mingle their genetic makeup with a male who made them feel safe and secure. Using a computer program to match breeders and sires was contrary to that programming and could cause stress which would prevent the breeder from conceiving.As a result, every breeder received counseling before being bred. The counseling sessions were intended to make the breeder accepting of the sire by pointing out how the sires available to her were compatible with her list of likes and dislikes. While a few breeders were still hesitant, the method worked for most and they readily chose a sire from the list.Studies had shown that once the breeder was pregnant, the resulting hormonal changes would minimize the instinct to bond with a male and replace that instinct with the instinct to nurture the child. No counseling was required for a breeder until the next breeding.Sires were a different problem. Sires experienced no changes in hormone types or levels as a result of breeding a breeder, and were prone to follow their instincts when breeding. Those instincts were to breed as many females as possible in order to successfully pass on their genes, but there were some conditions unique to each sire that caused the breeding instinct to manifest itself.There were the usual conditions of mental compatibility and personality, but those could be sorted and matched based upon the genetic data for each breeder and each sire. The condition that could not be predicted was attraction of the breeder to the sire. This was because the primary attraction was physical beauty. Physical beauty was evaluated differently by each sire and appeared to be "learned" rather than genetic because there were no markers in the genome that correlated with any sire's initial psychological analysis or his after-breeding reports.As a result, each sire receive special counseling between breedings. These counseling sessions were one-on-one interactions between the sire and a psychiatrist and took the form of observation and discussion between the two of pictures of women representing all races, body types and facial features. The sire would explain what he liked and didn't like about a particular woman and why. The psychiatrist would then attempt to determine and explain the reasons for the sire's evaluation with the hope future matings would be more in accord with each sire's preferences.The psychiatrist who worked with Danny was Regina Allison. Regina was very skilled in her field, but hadn't made much headway with Danny. She thought she understood why.While most sires had a strong desire to breed and would accept almost any breeder, over time a curious anomaly was seen. If they reported the breeder was attractive, it was usual that impregnation would result from one breeding. If that attractiveness was not there, the sire would still breed the breeder, but about twenty-five percent of the time a subsequent breeding would be required.The anomaly did not appear to be a result of something the breeders were doing. A breeder that required two breedings when bred to one sire would conceive at the first breeding with another sire of similar characteristics. Regina began to concentrate on the sire as the possible cause of the anomaly.She had studied this phenomena over the period of a year by collecting sperm samples from freshly serviced breeders and making a sperm count, and then interviewing the sire to determine his thoughts about the particular breeder. All her data indicated that a sire tended to react by withholding sperm from those breeders he found less than attractive. Regina believed the sire's brain was regulating the number of sperm expelled in order to maintain a reserve for a breeder the sire found attractive.Regina had put her data into a proposal for the W R E, and had been given approval for a pilot program of one sire and twenty breeders. She had selected Danny as her sire, and he would select the twenty breeders from a group who were genetically matched to him.It was the day of his appointment after breeding Kristin that she proposed her pilot program to Danny."Danny, you've been a sire for almost two years now. We've talked about your opinions of various breeders before, and I must say our conversations have been interesting. I find it fascinating that you really want a mental connection with the breeders."As you already know from the weekly sessions, the average impregnation rate for the total program is about seventy-five percent. I and the other psychologists have been studying all breedings to determine why our average isn't higher."We have discovered an interesting correlation between the after-breeding report from our sires and the impregnation rate. Our data suggests if a sire finds a breeder less than - for lack of a better word, I'll use 'attractive' - if a sire finds a breeder less than attractive, his impregnation success is reduced. The correlation is there for every sire I have studied."When I looked for a cause, the data demonstrated the sire's sperm count present at the time of breeding was lower for less attractive breeders while sperm count for more attractive breeders was at or even a little higher than the base line sperm count for that sire. Sperm count correlated extremely well with impregnation success and by inference, to the attractiveness of the breeder to the sire. I have found no correlation of any breeder characteristic across the range of sires studied. It appears as though attractiveness is a variable unique to each sire."You've been successful in impregnating almost all breeders, and in fact, your average impregnation rate is about eighty-nine percent, but you are very similar to other sires. Your sperm count decreases when you breed a woman who does not match the characteristics you find most attractive. It is probable that your high baseline sperm count minimizes the difference in your success at breeding breeders of different characteristics."Danny was a little confused. It was true that he found some breeders more attractive than others, but he didn't know how that could affect his sperm count. He also didn't think it made much difference as long as the breeder impregnation rate remained high."What difference does it make as long as the breeder is impregnated? Isn't that the point - for sires to impregnate the breeders matched with them?"Regina frowned."If it was that simple, no, it wouldn't make any difference. The problem is that unlike you, some sires have an impregnation rate in the order of ninety percent if they find the breeder attractive, but only fifty percent if they don't. The data says the problem is related to sperm count, and we don't understand why and how a sire can vary it."We understand you can't intentionally change your sperm count, but there are still a lot of things we don't know about the human brain. What my data shows about you is that your sperm count is lower when you breed a woman with small breasts than when you breed a woman with large breasts. The same data correlates with several other factors you've related in your post-breeding reports."Your sperm count is about average with blonde breeders, lower than average with breeders with black hair, and higher than average with breeders with brown or red hair. You apparently also favor breeders with fuller figures over slender figures."The many variations of male preferences have been documented by multiple studies, but it was never suspected those preferences would affect reproduction. What I believe is your brain subconsciously controls your sperm count based upon your evaluation of the breeder. It's probably a vestige of instinct from the early days of man and would ensure the variability of the gene pool."Now, we find ourselves in the position of requiring rapid population growth while still maintaining variability in the gene pool. To accomplish that goal, we need to have impregnation rates in the order of at least eighty percent. The only way to do that is a controlled study to determine if sperm count is truly affected by the attractiveness of the breeder to the sire. I want you to be part of that study."Danny couldn't see how any study could be much different than what he was already doing. It would probably be more interesting than just breeding a different breeder every four days.He shrugged."I guess I can. What do I have to do?"Regina smiled."I hoped you'd say yes. Here is the plan I've laid out.Regina's plan didn't sound any different than what he'd already been doing, and that's what he told Regina. She smiled again."Breeder selection is the real difference. Each week, I'll give you the applications of six breeders along with a picture of them both clothed and nude. You'll choose the breeder you prefer from those six. The other five will be matched with other sires just as happens today."Regina pursed her lips then."Danny, there is one other change of which you need to be aware. Sociologists have been concerned about the feasibility of children being raised only by breeders. As part of this study, each of the breeders will stay with us until they give birth. Once you've bred all twenty, you'll be able to choose which breeder you'd like to breed again even if she's already pregnant.Danny chuckled."It sounds like you're going to give me a harem to take care of."Regina grinned."In some respects that is what it is. After she gives birth, those breeders and their children will stay with us to be bred again, this time as you see fit. In this way we can correlate your initial after-breeding report results with the breedings in subsequent years. You'll have your choice of breeder, your choice of the timing, and of course, her acceptance to be bred again by you."Danny smiled."That might be nice, but I don't think twenty women and their children are going to fit in my room."Regina waved her hands."No, they won't, but they will fit in the house that's nearly finished. The house is being built a hundred kilometers from the city limits on one of the auto-farms. We felt that it would be easier for you and the breeders and their children to develop relationships if the setting was of a more private nature."When Danny saw what Regina had called the breeding study house, he was amazed at how much she'd understated the size. It wasn't a house. It was a mansion. On one wing of the first floor was a dining room with several tables that Danny figured would sit at least sixty people. The center part of the house was a huge living area with couches and chairs for at least a hundred people. These were arranged in groups around the twenty televisions that lined the walls. On the other wing of the house was the kitchen and quarters for the twenty service people who would do the cooking, cleaning, and grounds work.The second floor consisted of twenty-three apartments, each with a small living area, two bedrooms and a bath. One of those apartments would be Danny's and across the hall was a breeding room. Unlike the breeding rooms at the W R E breeding center, this one was equipped with video cameras located to provide six different views of the breeding bed. Regina said her apartment would be adjacent to the breeding room.The third floor was a small functioning hospital that would be mainly used as a maternity hospital with two examination rooms, two labor rooms, two delivery rooms and two operating rooms along with living quarters for three doctors -- a general practitioner, an obstetrician, a surgeon, and six nurses. Their quarters were also on the third floor. Regina told Danny the hospital was equipped to handle almost any emergency though it's primary function would be as a birthing center.A week later, the new location was complete with a small staff, and Danny and Regina moved in. That afternoon, Regina brought six folders to Danny."These are the first group. What I want you to do is look at them all, and record what you think on a form that is the same form as the new after-breeding report.Then, select the breeder you like best and I'll have her moved here. She'll be ready to breed anytime in the next six days, so you have some time to decide."After dinner, Danny sat down with the folders and read all the applications. The applications were somewhat different than the applications he'd read before. The applications he was used to only contained height and weight along with a psychiatrist's evaluation of the breeder and a picture of the breeder's face. The new applications included a lot more physical data such as body measurements along with a statement by the breeder of her expectations from the program. There were also four pictures included, two of the breeder's full body, dressed and in frontal and profile views, and two of the breeder nude in the same poses.The other difference was the breeders were identified by breeder number as had always been the case, but this time, each breeder was also identified by a first name. Danny found knowing the first name of the breeders was somehow comforting. He'd never known that information before and all breeders were told not to tell him their name.Danny didn't pay much attention to the written part of the applications. Instead, he spread all the pictures out on his desk so he could compare them. He was surprised by two things.There was a huge difference in how he saw each breeder when she was dressed versus when she was nude. When the breeder was dressed, his attention was drawn to her face and hair. When she was nude, his attention was drawn to her breasts, waist, hips, and legs. He found that with some of the six, he was attracted to the face of a breeder, but not to her body, and sometimes it was the other way around. Only one seemed to be attractive both ways, a blonde named Barbara.Barbara had a face that pleased him, and although her breasts weren't especially large and her hips weren't as wide as some, he found himself comparing all the other pictures to the pictures of her.He hadn't expected that to happen. What he'd expected was that he'd be attracted to more than one and would have to choose between them. When Danny filled out the selection form, he rated the women honestly, and even though some of their scores were higher than Barbara's, he still checked the box on her form as the breeder he'd selected.When Danny gave the folders back to Regina, she looked at his evaluations and the check mark on Barbara's form, but only said, "I'll have her here in two days. She'll be ready to breed two days after that."It felt odd to meet Barbara and to get to know her during the two days before the scheduled breeding. Before, Danny had only had a few minutes with a breeder before beginning the breeding process. He wasn't certain how to act, and he thought Barbara was a little confused as well. It was like when he was in high school and on a first date with a girl.After dinner the first night, he was more comfortable with her and she with him. After dinner the second night, Danny found himself liking Barbara. She was intelligent and had a sense of humor. The next afternoon, he enjoyed breeding Barbara because of that feeling. It was different, somehow, and Danny liked the difference.Over the rest of the week, they met for dinner and by the time Regina brought him the next six folders, they were talking about what they liked and didn't like and what their thoughts were about the future.From the next set of six breeders, Danny selected Jessica, a breeder with the skin tone that told him she was Hispanic, very large breasts, and wide hips. Danny selected her mostly because she looked very confident in both the pictures of her dressed and nude. He found she was indeed confident when they talked over the next two days. Breeding Jessica was also a pleasure for Danny because she was as confident about being bred as she was in her pictures. Her favorite position was riding him, and he had to concentrate on not cumming before she did. After she came, she pressed her big breasts into his chest and sighed, "I want to do this again."The conditions of Danny's contract with the W R E made that impossible until he'd bred all twenty breeders for the study, but he wondered if the second time might be better than the first. He talked to Regina about that when they had his post-breeding session. Regina asked him the questions she always asked and Danny gave her the answers. When she finished filling out the form, Regina asked Danny if he had anything to add.Danny frowned.To be continued in part 2, Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts, for Literotica

Rediscovering the ancient lore of being in love..Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Jessica told me she wanted me to breed her again. I know I can't, not yet, but after she said that, I found the idea was rather exciting. Is it wrong that she felt that way or that I thought I'd like to breed her again?"Regina shook her head."No, it's not wrong. What you were both feeling was the release of endorphins into your brains during the orgasm and it's a little like the addiction to some drugs. You feel the endorphins and want to have the feeling again."Danny pursed his lips."Why haven't I felt like this before? The breeder and I always have an orgasm."Regina smiled."We really don't know, Danny. That's part of what this experiment is all about - to find out. What we know is impregnation is much more successful if the breeder feels something for the sire and the sire's sperm count is higher if he feels something for the breeder."Danny thought for a while about that. He did like Jessica, but he'd liked Barbara too. The feeling had been there with Barbara, a little, but not as strongly as with Jessica. Maybe that was because Barbara hadn't said anything like Jessica had. Maybe that was the reason.He looked at Regina then."Do you feel that when you're bred - like you want to be bred again by the same sire?"Regina looked at the floor when she answered."I've never been bred, Danny, because I was designated as a critical employee. If I took time off for pregnancy and to raise a child it would cause serious damage to the program."She looked up at Danny then."Maybe once we get this all figured out, I can be bred. I would like to have children someday."Over the course of the next eighteen weeks, Danny selected and bred eighteen more breeders and completed what he jokingly referred to in his weekly after breeding reports as his harem. In those after breeding reports, he tried to explain what had attracted him to each breeder. Often, he really didn't know exactly what that was so his answers were a little confusing.The breeders were also interviewed and asked if they were attracted to Danny, if they would like him to breed them again, and were asked to rate their attraction to Danny from a list of characteristics on a scale of one to ten.Over the months, she began to see a pattern in Danny's selections and the breeder's responses. That was important because once the twenty breeders were selected, bred, and in residence, Danny would have the freedom to choose a breeder once a week even though all were in some stage of pregnancy. Only in the last month of gestation was a breeder not able to engage in sex.In her last report to the W R E, Regina had put the remaining reservations to rest. Danny's impregnation rate had been ninety-five percent, much better than even the best of the other sires. The data indicated that even though genetically matching sires and breeders was very successful, the last key to the puzzle was in the mental processes of both sires and breeders.When Danny had bred the twentieth breeder and she had conceived, Regina sat down with him and explained the data she had collected and what that meant to the experiment."Danny, the data I've gathered is interesting to say the least. Even though your ratings of the breeders you selected are fairly consistent -- large breasts, wide hips, and an attitude of eagerness to be bred, your sperm count shows me something different."Your sperm count tends to indicate you prefer brunettes who have not shaved their pubic hair. Another interesting thing is that while breast and hip size do show some correlation, in general, your sperm count is lower if the woman has any hair color other than brunette. It seems as if you prefer her pubic hair to be the same color as well."The other thing that is rather unusual is your sperm count is higher if the breeder's after breeding report indicates she was nervous about the breeding. Your sperm count is even higher than if she was very confident. I'm still trying to figure that one out. Any thoughts about why that would be?"Danny thought back over his times with the twenty breeders. Yes, some seemed to be nervous so he had taken special care to make sure they were completely aroused before he bred them. The others, the ones who seemed to be more than ready, he had just bred them like he had over a hundred others. What could make him treat a nervous breeder differently?"I'm not sure. It just seemed like to ones who were nervous needed more stimulation, so I tried to give them that."Regina had watched the videos of each breeding and though she had seen some differences in what Danny did with those breeders and how they reacted, she couldn't see enough detail to really understand what he was doing."Danny, what did you do differently with the nervous breeders?"Danny had to think about that for a few moments, because he didn't really remember doing anything consciously. He just did what seemed to arouse the breeder and it was more or less instinctive."I'm not sure except when something I did seemed to arouse them, I did it some more."Regina smiled."Can you give me some examples...like what did you do with Heather, the little brunette with large breasts? She started out being nervous, but her orgasm left her shaking and breathless."Danny remembered Heather. He'd found her especially attractive and planned on breeding her several more times."Heather didn't put much on her application form about what excited her, so I had to figure it out as I went. Like you said, she had large breasts and she seemed to really like having them gently stroked. Once I figured that out, that's what I started doing. She also had large nipples, and as I stroked her breasts they got even larger. From what I've seen, most breeders like having their nipples lightly pinched and sucked. When I did that to Heather's nipples and then checked to see if she was becoming aroused, I found out she was very slippery inside, more so than most other breeders I've bred, so I kept doing it while stimulating her with a finger until she spread her legs and pulled me between them. It was pretty exciting for me too, to find out that a simple thing like sucking her nipples could excite her so quickly. I've bred a lot of breeders, but not as many as you've studied. Is that a normal reaction?"Regina said she'd seen similar reactions in the population of breeders she'd studied. She didn't tell him that just listening to the description of his actions with Heather had caused her own nipples to swell and that she felt as if she was becoming wet. That would have been embarrassing besides being unprofessional. She wasn't supposed to be excited by what she witnessed during the breedings or by what the sire and breeder said in their after-breeding interviews."Yes, Danny, I've seen that before in some women. Other's not so much."Danny had been watching Regina while he related what he'd done with Heather, and what he saw made him smile. Regina was breathing a little faster and she'd closed her thighs tight and then moved them up and down a little when she changed position. That was the same way Heather had reacted.That reaction caused Danny to look at Regina in a different light as well. Before, she'd been just another researcher who happened to be female, and she was always calm and analytical in her questions and responses. Now, knowing she had dreams of someday being bred and seeing that he'd excited her a little, she became a woman, a woman with large breasts and brown hair and the small but full figured body that attracted him to some of the breeders more than to others.He thought maybe part of the reason for the change was they were no longer in the sterile environment of the breeding center. They now lived together in a house in the countryside and he'd become more aware of her appearance since she'd dispensed with the white lab coats she always wore at the breeding center. That let Danny see how her large breasts moved when she did, and how her wide hips swayed when she walked. He'd been more than a little aroused by Regina in street clothes, and now..."Regina, a man stroking your breasts and sucking your nipples does the same thing to you, doesn't it?"The thought of Danny doing that to her flashed through Regina's mind and she felt her nipples stiffen a little more and the feeling of dampness between her thighs increased. No man had ever touched her that way, but it was what she did to herself when she was alone in her bed at night. She would watch one of the videos of one of Danny's breeding sessions and fantasize about how it must feel to the breeder. At the end, when Regina stifled the cry as her hips raised off the bed because of the orgasm, she was thinking about how it must feel to the breeder to have Danny groan and pump his sperm inside her.Regina frowned at that thought. It wasn't right. She was supposed to be an unbiased observer of the breedings and then analyze them so future breedings would be more successful. She couldn't let Danny know she even thought about sex, let alone that his description was affecting her. That might bias his actions and the study data would be contaminated."Danny, I've never been touched that way, so I don't know. Now, what else did you do with Heather that was different?"Danny wasn't dumb and he was very observant. Those qualities are what made him a very valuable sire. He could watch a breeder's reactions to what he did and modify his behavior accordingly. He didn't miss the fact that in spite of the bra Regina wore, her nipples had stiffened enough he could see the bumps they made in her light blouse. He decided to see if he could cause any other responses in Regina, partly because it would be teasing her a little, but also because he was thinking he'd like to breed her. He didn't really know why, but the feeling was there and it was a stronger feeling than he'd had with any of the breeders he'd bred."Well, once I slipped a finger inside her, I knew she was probably ready, but she was still a little stiff. I remembered what you said about breeding success being better if the breeder was very aroused, so I kept stroking her inner lips and clitoris until she rolled her head to the side and started to take panting breaths. That's when I entered her. It didn't take her long to have an orgasm after that, and that was fortunate. The way she was responding was extremely erotic and I was having difficulty not having my own orgasm before she did."Regina squirmed in her chair because there was no doubt in her mind her panties were wet. She felt the wet warmth on the lips between her thighs. What Danny had just described was the same thing she did almost every night in her bed. She'd stroke her inner lips until they were wet with her juices and then move her finger up to the little button at the top of her lips.The first touch of that little stiff nub would make her gasp. Gentle rubbing would make her pant. All it took then was moving that finger quickly in and out. Regina would feel the tension building inside her, building to a level that tightened the muscles in her belly, hips, and legs and was almost unbearable. Then, suddenly, that tension would explode in a release that left her gasping for breath and quivering. She could only imagine how Heather had felt at that moment.Regina was uncomfortable about how she was reacting to what Danny told her, but she was also a little dumbfounded. They'd had this conversation many, many times and it had never affected her before. She'd always just assumed her clinical mindset and faithfully recorded what Danny said he had done. What could be the reason she couldn't do that now? The education and experience she'd gained in psychology should have been able to explain her reaction, and yet, she couldn't find any logical reason for it.She was the same, wasn't she? Danny was the same, wasn't he? Then what was different? Regina's mind was racing for an explanation when Danny smiled. He was going to push Regina just a little to see what she did."I could show you if you want. You would be getting first-hand experience into what a breeder feels. That might help your study more than just talking."Regina felt her face and chest grow warm. What Danny had just proposed was against all her training and education. A scientist was never, never, ever supposed to become personally involved in an experiment. Doing so would cause questions about ethics and validity of the data. She could not allow that to happen after so much time and money had been spent.The warmth that was spreading down to her breasts wasn't caused by Danny's challenge to her ethics though. It was caused by her desire to let him do what he said -- excite her until she wanted him and then breed her.It was the same thought that filled her mind when she aroused herself at night, though up until that day, the sire was just a faceless body. Now, that body had Danny's face, his broad shoulders, and his tall build. For an instant, the vision filled her mind of Danny between her open thighs, his cock buried deep inside her as the waves of her orgasm swept her away into the exquisite abyss of release.Regina felt her stomach contract and then more wet warmth between her thighs. She took a deep breath that didn't do anything to still what was happening to her."Danny, I -- I think I have enough information about your experience with Heather for now. Have you given any thought to which breeder you'd like to choose to breed a second time?"Danny smiled to himself because it was obvious he'd aroused Regina. Her face was flushed and she was breathing much faster than before he'd explained what he'd done with Heather. That in itself had started him on the road to arousal, but there was something else, something he couldn't put his finger on, but it was there. He wanted Regina, wanted to hear her gasps and moans as he aroused her. He wanted to feel the spasms that tightened her passage around his stiff, stroking cock and caused him to let go and fill her with his sperm. He wanted to feel her hands on his back as she tried to pull his cock deeper inside her as they made love.That was it, he suddenly realized. He didn't want to breed Regina. He wanted to make love with her. That was a new feeling for him. He'd always taken great care to make sure the breeder reached orgasm, but other than a very few, it had just been his job. He couldn't think of Regina as just another breeder. She was different.Danny smiled again."You're not going to like my answer.""Danny, you know there are no wrong answers to any of my questions. What you say is just how you honestly feel. Now, which breeder would you like to breed again?"Danny leaned forward and put his hand on Regina's knee."You", was all he said, and he smiled again when he felt the little tremble of Regina's leg.Regina's mind swirled again with that same vision of her and Danny together, naked and striving for the goal of release. She caught her breath when Danny squeezed her knee gently, then stammered, "Umm, me? I'm not a breeder.""I know and that's why"."But I can't."Danny slowly moved his hand a little higher up Regina's leg."Why? From what I'm seeing, you wouldn't be completely against the idea. You're breathing faster and your face is flushed. That's the same way the breeders react when I touch them, though it usually takes more touching in more places."Regina knew she couldn't hide what her body was doing from Danny, but she had thought maybe he wouldn't notice. Now that he had and was absolutely correct in his assessment of her, what could she say?"Even if I wanted to -- and I'm not saying I would - that would invalidate all my work because I'd be biased."Danny smiled and moved his hand up a little more."Wouldn't it just make it easier for you to understand how a breeder feels when I breed her? I'd think that was valuable information you could never get from an interview."Regina abruptly brushed Danny's hand off her leg and then stood up."I think we'd better end the interview right now."Without waiting for Danny to respond, she walked out of the interview room and left Danny sitting there.Academic Theories Be DamnedWhen she got back to her room, Regina dropped her clipboard on her desk and then sat down on the bed. What was wrong with her? What Danny had said was true. She did want him to breed her, wanted it more than she could remember ever wanting anything else. The thought had stirred something deep in her mind, something she'd never felt before.It's just hormones, she thought, and I know how to fix that for at least a while. She stood up, took off her clothes and lay back down on the bed.The first touch between her thighs told her she hadn't been imagining the wetness there, and she knew the reason. Her body was preparing itself to be penetrated by a man's rigid cock. She tried slipping a finger into her entrance and found it was even wetter there. The second finger she slipped in made Regina catch her breath.With her other hand, Regina closed two fingers around her right nipple and pinched gently. The effect was immediate. She stifled the moan that threatened to slip from her throat as her belly tightened. Another pinch tightened her belly again and she felt the tension begin building in her core.Regina's two fingers moved slowly in and out a few times, then moved up to the little smooth button at the top of her lips. Just a few strokes was all it took. Regina gasped as the first wave of spasms wracked her body, then arched up off the bed as the wave swept over her. She couldn't control what her body was doing. It just did what it felt like, and the only thing she saw in her mind was Danny's face above hers, a face wearing a mask of intense pleasure as he pumped his stiff cock in and out and spurted his sperm inside her.Regina lay there panting until the contractions in her core mostly stopped. It was relief from the tension, but as another twinge of tightness swept over her, she realized the orgasm had done nothing to take away the vision that still filled her mind. The only thing that would do that was the vision becoming reality and that scared her.She'd never before experienced such a longing, no, such a need, and she didn't know what to do about it. If she did as her scientist's mind was telling her, she'd put that need out of her mind and go on as she always had. The problem was the other part of her mind, the part that was screaming at her to go to Danny's room and make that vision a reality was quickly drowning out her logical self.Her logical mind struggled to be heard through the din.What if I got pregnant? That would be the end of my career. No, that can't happen. The W R E knew some psychologists might be tempted so all female psychologists had been temporarily sterilized by an implant. Regina felt for the implant and found the small bump on her shoulder where it had been inserted. No, she couldn't get pregnant.What if somebody found out? That would also end my career. Then she shook her head. Like Danny had said, that wasn't likely to happen. It wasn't unusual for her to spend hours interviewing a sire or a breeder. If she and Danny were together long enough for him to breed her, everybody would just think it was part of the interview process. It was a cardinal rule that once an interview started, no one was permitted to interrupt it unless there was some life threatening emergency that required evacuation of the residence. They wouldn't be disturbed no matter how long it took.In trying to give herself a reason why she shouldn't, all Regina had done was convince herself she could do this without any repercussions. Her logical mind then softly told her that Danny was right. She could never truly understand how a breeder felt unless she herself had had the experience.RomanticismThat night, during dinner, Regina noticed Danny looking at her and smiling. She forced herself to look away, but secretly enjoyed the fact that he didn't seem to have lost interest in her. That was a new feeling too. She'd experienced many male scientists praising her work, but never had even one said anything about wanting to get to know her better much less have sex with her. She'd always been proud that her achievements had been recognized by her peers. Now, she was proud that Danny was recognizing her as a woman.When dinner was over, Danny walked up to her and smiled."Regina, what happened today...if I offended you in any way, I apologize. All I was doing is what I always do. I was telling you my true feelings. I know nothing can come of it, but that's how I really feel."Regina felt her emotions raging inside her, but she'd made up her mind."Danny, I still have a few questions I need to ask you. Could we continue the interview now?"Danny started down the hall the interview rooms, but Regina caught his arm. She couldn't look at him when she spoke for fear she'd change her mind."Danny, I was thinking about someplace else, some place a little more private."Danny felt a little tingle race up his spine. Could this be what it seemed?"Where would you suggest?"Regina's voice was so soft he barely heard her."I was thinking maybe my room if that's OK with you."Once they were inside Regina's room, she locked the door and then turned to Danny."Danny, I've thought a lot about this afternoon. I'd never thought about it before, but what you said about experience is true. If you still want to...to give me that experience..."Danny took Regina's hand in his."Regina, are you sure about this? If you aren't, I'll just leave."Regina shook her head."No, I'm not sure, but I don't know any other way to...since this afternoon, I've been going crazy imagining how it would be and telling myself it shouldn't be but I want it to be. I can't keep going on like this. I have to know."Danny didn't say anything. He just moved closer, took Regina in his arms and pulled her close. As his hands stroked over her back, Regina felt her skin begin to tingle. She'd never felt her breasts pressed against a man's chest before, and the feeling started a tiny little tremor in her core. When Danny's hands cupped her hips and squeezed gently, that little tremor got a little stronger, strong enough she gently backed away and smiled sheepishly."This is where I take off my clothes, right?"Danny shook his head."No, Regina. You're not a breeder. I want to take this slow in case you change your mind. I'll undress you a little at a time. If you do change your mind, just tell me and I'll stop, no questions asked."Danny kissed Regina then. Kissing wasn't something he usually did with a breeder. Though he'd been taught how to kiss a woman to excite her, usually it happened only when a breeder kissed him first, and he seldom felt anything. When he pulled Regina tight against him again, she closed her eyes and her mouth opened a little. Danny didn't really understand why, but it seemed like he should kiss her, so he did.When their lips touched, Danny felt something he'd never felt before. A strange sensation raced from his lips down to his cock and caused it to begin to swell. When Regina tentatively touched his lips with her tongue, Danny knew he should do the same because he'd been taught to do that. When their tongues touched, Regina moaned, and Danny surprised himself by moaning too.Regina had felt the kiss tighten her core. It was the same as when she excited herself, but different. It was different because it was caused by Danny. She hadn't expected it, and that made the feeling stronger, so strong she wanted to keep feeling it.Regina pulled gently away then and whispered, "Danny, I don't want you to stop. I want to know what it feels like to be bred and I want to feel that now."Danny continued to undress Regina slowly, taking great care to stroke her skin as soon as he'd removed the clothing covering it. He hadn't been taught to do that and yet it seemed like something he should do. That was also a new experience for him. Always with a breeder, he'd stroked her skin in the places he'd been taught, but with Regina, it was so much different.A breeder would have been slow to respond to his touch at first. That was because most breeders were a little unsure, or at least that's what he'd learned in training. Regina seemed to instantly respond to every touch. When he stroked her bare back, she shivered, but pressed her bra-clad breasts into his chest again. When he removed her bra and then cupped her breasts, she kissed him again and then moaned into his mouth when his fingertips touched her nipples.Danny was a little surprised when after he'd removed Regina's bra, she began unbuttoning his shirt. After undoing the last button, she put her arms around his neck and pressed her bare breasts against his bare chest. That had never happened to him before either. A breeder might pull him down on top of her after her orgasm, but usually they didn't do anything like that during the breeding.Regina was attempting to maintain her objectivity in order to mentally record all the sensations she was feeling, but as Danny eased her pants down over her hips, then cupped her cheeks and squeezed, her thoughts slipped from remembering to just experiencing. She stepped out of her pants when he pulled them down her legs, then gasped when he slid his hands up her inner thighs.She'd have been embarrassed to be nude in front of any other man, but when Danny began pulling her panties down, she wasn't embarrassed. She knew what Danny was going to do next because she'd watched the videos of his breedings countless times. She wasn't nervous or afraid. If anything, she wanted him to do it faster.After Danny gently lifted her legs one at a time so he could slip the panties off her feet, he quickly removed his own clothes and then took Regina in his arms again. As with a lot of things that had just happened, he hadn't been taught to do that. It just seemed like something he should do, and once he'd felt her naked body against his, all he knew was he wanted Regina, wanted her like he'd never wanted a breeder.He didn't understand the feeling, but it was there, the feeling that he wanted to feel his cock sliding inside her, stroking until she had an orgasm, and then letting himself go. He gently laid her down on the bed, then sat down on the edge.When Danny slipped his index finger inside Regina to see if she was becoming aroused, that was different too. With all but a few breeders, he'd had to use a lot of stimulation before they were slippery enough his cock wouldn't hurt them when he slipped it in. Regina was already slippery with the fluid that would ease his first thrust.Danny explored her entrance with that finger and found it was snug. Could it be that Regina had never been penetrated before? Regina answered that question by catching her breath and wincing when he tried to insert a second finger. Danny withdrew the second finger and began gently massaging the little button at the top of Regina's lips.As he massaged with his right hand, Danny stroked Regina's breasts and nipples with his left, and when her nipples tightened, he leaned down and took the right one between his lips. Regina's hips rocked when he sucked gently, and Danny felt her hand on his head, holding him there. He sucked a little harder, and Regina moaned a little moan. Danny felt the finger inside her get a little more slippery. She was reacting faster than any breeder he'd ever bred.Regina's mind was a blur of sensations that stopped her attempts to think. Every time Danny sucked her nipple, she felt her core tighten, and the tightening didn't completely go away when he stopped. It was like it tensed, relaxed a little and then tensed even more when he sucked her nipple again. The finger between her lips was causing even more sensations. She felt another tension building, a different tension that made her open her thighs wide and pull on Danny's shoulder. It wasn't conscious thought that made her do that. It was just something her body made her do.When Regina began rocking her hips into his finger, Danny knew she was ready for him. He also knew he'd hurt Regina if he just did what he felt like doing and thrust his cock inside her in one quick stroke. When he felt her pulling on his shoulder, Danny knelt between her spread thighs and slipped his cock head between her swollen, slippery lips. He found her entrance and pushed in gently.Regina gasped at the feeling, but didn't push him away. She only raised her knees and opened her thighs a little wider. Danny kept massaging the stiff, swollen little nub of flesh at the top of her lips as he began slowly pressing in and then withdrawing. After only three of these gentle strokes, Regina began lifting her hips to meet his cockhead. Danny knew she was close to having an orgasm, and had to will himself to not just ram his cock inside her. He was too close himself.Suddenly, Regina gasped and held her breath while she lifted her hips higher. Danny felt his cockhead pressing against something soft that yielded a little. He pulled back when Regina breathed again and let her hips fall back to the mattress. She did it again when he pressed his cock in a little more firmly, then her thighs began to shake against his sides.Danny withdrew, then pushed in again while his fingertip rapidly stroked the throbbing center of Regina's sex. She cried out, dug her nails into his back and heaved her body into the stroke. As Regina's body shook and she cried out again, Danny pushed his cock through the barrier and deep inside Regina, then gasped as his own orgasm wracked his body. He made four quick but deep strokes before he stopped. Regina continued to pant and shake for a while, and Danny held his weight on his arms and enjoyed the feeling of the contractions that seemed to milk at his cock.Regina then let her body ease back down to the mattress, put her arms around Danny and kissed him. This time, Danny felt a different feeling. It wasn't a feeling that stiffened his cock. That wouldn't happen again for at least half an hour. It was a feeling of...he couldn't describe it, but it was there. It was kind of like the feeling he'd had with one or two breeders, but it was more intense. It was a feeling of wanting to breed Regina again, and a feeling of wanting to stay with her.As the waves of her orgasm ebbed, Regina could think again, and she was having two thoughts. One was that she liked feeling Danny's cock inside her. It was a feeling of being content, warm, and secure. The other was that as good as it felt, it was also uncomfortable. She knew this was because Danny had taken her virginity. For a while the feeling of contentment overrode the feeling of discomfort, but when Danny's cock softened and slipped out of her, Regina winced.Danny whispered, "Did I hurt you?"Regina stroked his back."Just a little, but it wasn't bad. Everything else was more than I ever expected. I didn't realize it would be like this."Danny kissed Regina on the forehead, something else he'd never done to a breeder, and then whispered back."I didn't expect it to be like this either."She Ruined HimDanny didn't spend the night with Regina. She said someone would notice and suspect what had happened. He dressed and went back to his room, then lay on his bed and wondered at what had just happened.It had been so different than when he bred a breeder, but it shouldn't have been. All he'd done was show Regina how a breeder felt when he bred her. Then, he realized the difference wasn't Regina. The difference was him. He'd never felt with a breeder like he'd felt with Regina. It was like they'd been one for a while, one body straining to achieve the orgasm that both wanted and needed instead of him giving the breeder an orgasm and then enjoying his own. He fell asleep still wondering if that was right or wrong.Strange FeelingsRegina took a shower that night, and as she washed between her thighs, she remembered how she'd felt. She didn't remember any breeder telling her she'd felt anything but a nice orgasm and relief that it was done and she was probably pregnant. That wasn't what Regina had felt, not at all. What she'd felt was a need to have Danny inside her, a need to feel his body moving against hers, and a feeling of not wanting him to stop. Was this normal, or was she letting the sensations of her first actual sex make her think that way? She fell asleep trying to analyze those feelings and put them into the context of what she'd learned in college and through experience.Conflicting EmotionsThe next morning at breakfast, Regina couldn't talk to Danny or even look at him. She was afraid she'd blurt out how she felt about what they'd done or somehow give away their secret with her expressions. Danny was the same. He was still confused. He needed to talk with Regina, but the breakfast table with the other breeders wasn't the time or the place.That time was that afternoon. Danny had no breeders scheduled so neither he nor Regina had any interviews. He walked down to Regina's room and knocked on the door.When she opened the door, Danny said, "We need to talk". Regina didn't say anything. She just opened the door and motioned him in. When Danny said "About, last night...", Regina cut him off."I think I know what you're going to say Danny. You're going to say you don't understand what happened. I don't understand it either. It was supposed to be just an experiment so I'd understand what the breeders feel, but it didn't turn out that way. I've watched hundreds of videos of breedings, and the breeders never displayed what I felt. Is that about it, the way I acted?"Danny shook his head."No, that's only half of it. I've never felt the same way with a breeder either. It was like...I don't know what it was like, but it was an entirely different feeling. It didn't feel like I was breeding you. It felt like we were the same, like we were one person for a while. I don't know what to think about that. I mean, you said I was free to choose any breeder now, but...well...you're not a breeder, but when I thought about that last night, I realized the only one I want to choose is you."Regina smiled, though she wasn't smiling inside. She was trying to think of a reason for the way they both felt that wouldn't cause Danny to hope for something that could never be."Danny, what I think is we've worked so closely together over the past weeks that we've become very comfortable with each other. Once you breed another breeder, you'll feel differently about me."Danny shook his head again."I don't think I will. I don't think it will ever be the same with a breeder again. You said my sperm count is higher if I like the breeder. It probably won't be in the future because I'll keep remembering how it was with you."Regina put her hand on Danny's shoulder."Danny, you can't think that way. There's too much at stake."Danny put his arms around Regina's waist."Are you saying you don't want to do it again?"Regina felt a tear trickle down her cheek and hastily wiped it away."No, Danny, I'm not saying that because I do. What I'm saying is I can't, not if I'm going to keep the study going, and I have to do that. I have to finish the study so I can learn how to improve the breeding program."Danny let his hands slip under the waistband of Regina's pants and down to her hips. He then cupped and squeezed them gently and grinned when Regina shivered."I think you've learned a lot about how to improve the breeding program from just doing it once. How many breeders have you interviewed who said they want to keep being bred by the same sire?"Regina thought for a second, then answered."Not many...maybe a percent or so."Danny gently separated Regina's cheeks and stroked between them with a fingertip."But you think you'd like me to breed you again, right?"Regina felt her nipples begin to swell at the thought of having Danny inside her again."I suppose I would. How does that help anything?"Danny moved one hand up Regina's side until he touched her breast."Well, since the more times a breeder is bred, the more likely it is she'll get pregnant, doesn't it make sense to pair a breeder with a sire she wants to breed with as much as she wants instead of a sire she can breed with only once?"Regina's tummy tightened when she felt Danny's thumb on her nipple."Yes, but how would that be possible? There are a lot more breeders than sires. We could never match up a different sire for each breeder."Danny chuckled as he stroked his thumb over the stiff bump of Regina's nipple."You're the scientist. Can't you figure out how to do that?"Regina pulled Danny's hand away from her breast."Please stop that."Danny grinned."Don't you like it? If feels like you do.""I can't think when you do that. We can't just let any man breed any woman. There are things like genetic propensity for birth defects and low intelligence and anti-social behavior that have to be considered."Danny slipped his hand down and squeezed Regina's cheek again."Well, I thought about that last night. Right now, there are about six hundred thousand breeders across the globe and about forty thousand sires, right?"Regina nodded as Danny again slipped his hand up her side and smiled when he found her nipple was still stiff."So, what you get is about six hundred thousand babies in a year?"Regina shivered when Danny stroked her stiff nipple."Yes, but more like six twenty. Sometimes a breeder has twins."Danny lightly pinched Regina's nipple through her bra, then smiled."So, what would happen if you had four million breeders and four million sires breeding every other day until the breeder was pregnant?"Regina started to pull Danny's hand away, but then felt her core tighten enough she caught her breath."We'd have over four million babies in about a year. But Danny, some of those babies wouldn't be healthy and some wouldn't be a smart and --""Which would be better for the world population -- six hundred and twenty thousand perfect babies a year or four million with a few that aren't quite perfect?"Regina shook her head, partly to shake off the feeling of Danny stroking her nipple and partly to have a second or two to think."If we did that, most of the sires wouldn't know how to make the breeder have an orgasm, and all our studies say that would lower the impregnation rate."Danny picked Regina up and carried her to the bed, then laid her down and unbuttoned her blouse."They would if you taught them like I was taught."Danny had never disclosed the details his grandmother used to tell him, when he was a little boy. The chivalrous tales of men who devoted their very lives to a woman they were.. The term was “In love”.  He knew there was a concept referred to as ‘loving’; but the term, ‘in love’ was completely alien to his current-day culture.Mankind had so deeply obsessed itself with birth control, and fighting over-population of the earth. They had become a cult of intellect which was devoid of wisdom. They’d become a cold world.The urgent reforms would never be adopted if the academics were made to feel threatened or discredited. The strategy required manipulating the group-think, so that the universities could claim to have discovered the concepts for the rest of the world to follow.Policy ReformsRegina's proposal wasn't accepted at first. It took several sessions with the W R E before they granted approval for a pilot program consisting of ten thousand sires and ten thousand breeders. A year after the program started, the impregnation rate was ninety-nine percent and the W R E increased the program from a pilot to an alternative program. A year after that, the alternative of half a million sires and half a million breeders became the standard because it was producing babies fast enough the population was beginning to increase.The new generation of humans were allowed to live outside of the juvenile centers. If the parents agreed, the children were kept with them, in what was referred to a familation unit.Ten years into the reforms, there were familation units with as many as 9 young offspring. The offspring were educated by the parents and socialized with other familation units.After 20 years, the Academies declared an end of the emergency and proudly congratulated themselves for saving humanity. The new generation came of age and some cultural conflicts emerged. The youth developed their odd musical expressions, clothing and hair fashions, and even started some communes. This new generation had no interest in the symphony music which was prevalent. Instead they used crude wooden contraptions with tight strings, to accommodate their simplistic music. It was referred to as ‘folk’ music, and obsessed itself in themes about love and other such frivolous emotions that intellectuals dismissed as unproductive.Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts, for Literotica

 Something had to be done about the ominous world population decrease.Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Kristin lay naked on the bed with her legs spread a little and watched as S405698 removed his clothing. Before, she'd been nervous, but eager. Now, as he removed his underwear and his erect cock bobbed free, she was nervous and a little afraid. It was her first time in six months, the celibacy period mandated by her contract, and she was a little fearful of how it would feel. He looked large - not particularly long, but really thick. Matt, her former partner, hadn't been so thick and it always felt like he stretched her a lot.He smiled as he approached."This your first time here?"Kristin nodded her confirmation.He smiled again and stroked her right breast."Just relax, and I'll make this great for both of us. Do you have a favorite position?"Kristin's voice was almost a whisper."I thought it made a difference and we'd have to do it with you on top."He chuckled."That's just an old wives tale. All the data says it really doesn't matter as long as you have an orgasm. Usually it doesn't matter even if you don't providing the time is right, but I'll make sure you do. Now, what do you like? I read your application, but some women have special things they like and are too embarrassed to write them down. It's just you and me here, and it will be better for us both if I know."Kristin thought for a moment. Should she tell him, could she tell him, that having her nipples pinched tight and then pulled would send her into a blinding orgasm? Would he think she was weird if she told him that?He smiled when she didn't answer."You won't shock me, I promise. I've heard everything from 'spank me really hard' to 'pull my hair' to 'tell me I'm just a brood cow and you're going to breed me like a bull'. There have been other things too, but those are probably the most common."Kristin smiled coyly."Well...I like it best when I'm on my hands and knees...and I like my nipples pinched hard and then pulled."He smiled again."That's one of my favorites too. Before we do that, let's get you ready."Kristin was quiet when he began stroking her breasts, but caught her breath when he lightly brushed her nipples with his fingertips. When he nuzzled her breast and then closed his lips around her right nipple, she closed her eyes so she could feel every little tingle. After he stroked down her side and then slipped a fingertip between her puffy lips, she wasn't afraid anymore. She just felt the craving building, the craving to be penetrated by his thick cock, and then taken to the point her body would convulse as the orgasm sent her into a blinding fog of sensations.That was when he'd pump his seed into her, the thick, white, sticky ropes carrying his sperm that would find their way to her womb and impregnate her. She wouldn't feel the spurts, she knew that, but she'd feel his thick cock throb inside her when he did it. Some women in her group who were there for the second or third time said they thought they could feel it splatter inside them, but Kristin never had. All she'd ever felt were the contractions that twisted her belly in a knot, caused her legs to turn to jelly, and made her hips writhe around the cock inside her.And so it was that day. He stroked his finger in and out, then used two fingers to stroke deep while his thumb lightly brushed her clit, and all the time, his mouth sucked and pulled at her nipples. By the time he turned her over and lifted her hips so she was on her hands and knees, she'd felt the orgasm building twice. He'd stopped his stroking fingers and thumb then, but as soon as her hips stopped rocking into his hand, he started again.Kristin had just gotten to her hands and knees when she felt him spread her lips and then slide his rigid cock between them. She was so wet by then there wasn't much sensation until his cock head touched her clit. Her body jerked when that happened and she tried to move forward so his cock was at her entrance.He wouldn't let her do that though. He just kept stroking his cock between her wet, swollen lips until his cock head and shaft glistened with the slippery/sticky wetness that flowed from her entrance when she tightened her belly. He smiled to himself at how well he'd excited her.That was a point of personal pride with him. He'd been taught the mechanics, but his real education had come from a woman named Barbara. She'd been very forward about what she liked and didn't like, and one of the things she liked was being teased until she was gasping for breath and her wetness flowed enough it trickled from her entrance and then down between her ass cheeks.He knew Kristin was ready when she began pushing back against him, trying to get his cock inside her. He hoped she was close to an orgasm because when a breeder acted like this one was acting, he sometimes had trouble holding back until she came. It wasn't the way she moaned and panted. It was the way her lips gradually swelled and then opened when he spread her legs a little more.Kristin felt him pushing his cock head at her entrance and then the feeling of him stretching her open. It didn't happen all at once like she thought it might. After all, he was being paid to breed her, not to make love to her and she thought he'd want to do it as fast as possible.He didn't though, and Kristin couldn't hold back the moan as his thick, swollen cock head eased into the snug spot just inside her entrance. She moaned again when he pushed deeper and she felt him fill that tight ring. He didn't keep going then. He just pushed in and out right there, making his cock head stretch her open and then letting her close a little. In less than a minute, Kristin was unconsciously pushing back at his cock and trying to get him inside her all the way.He did push harder then, and Kristin gasped as his cock head slipped past that snug spot but the stretching feeling didn't lessen. It was still there, the same pressure that sent little tingling sensations to her brain and her core. Those sensations tightened her belly and took every thought from her mind except the exquisite stretching and his hands on her breasts.He was carefully watching what she did, and when he began hearing her rasping, panting breaths knew she was close. He moved his hands from cupping her full, hanging breasts to close his fingertips on her swollen nipples. When he pinched them lightly, she moaned. He pinched harder and felt her passage clamp down on his cock.She rammed her body back when he pinched harder still, hard enough he knew he was flattening her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, and she started to make continuous little moans. It would only take a little more and she'd have the orgasm she needed to have for it to be nearly certain he'd impregnate her.He pulled down hard then and stretched her breasts out into cones. She shrieked and he felt her begin to shake. She started to sag then because her legs were shaking, so he put his left hand under her belly to hold her up, and began pushing his cock in and out a little faster. In moments, she began to murmur something he couldn't understand, and when he pulled hard on her right nipple, she shrieked and started to writhe her hips. As soon as he felt her body jerk the first time, he allowed himself to let go. With a groan, he pushed his cock in until his belly flattened her shaking hips and then felt the surge race up his cock and inside her. Three more times, he gasped as his cock went home and another surge flew out the tip.She was still making little mewing cries and pushing back into his cock when he groaned and felt another tightening in his cock. That one would be just a dribble, but it would add to the amount he could already feel leaking out of her and onto the mattress.It wouldn't matter if some leaked out. He could feel her body moving now, feel her passage contract and then push out, then contract again. Her body was doing what it was supposed to do, dipping the tip of her womb into the sperm that covered it and helping the sperm find its way inside.He kept his cock in her and stroking until it got soft enough it was just bending when he stroked in. He pulled out then, but held her lips closed with two fingers until he couldn't feel the little contractions anymore. He knew it wouldn't matter if he did that, but he liked the way most women reacted when he lightly pinched their lips together and then moved them around. This one was no exception. She purred out a little moan and then her hips rocked a little.She was lying on her back when he got dressed, and just before he left; she blew him a kiss and said "Thank you".He grinned."The pleasure was mine."The EmptinessAs Danny walked back to his room, he smiled at his fortune to be one of the chosen males. It was partly because of his intelligence but also because of his build. He was a little over six feet tall, depending upon the time of day, and was a lean and strong hundred and seventy pounds. That had been enough to get him the position, and when his sperm count was higher than average, that was an added advantage.He didn't know how many women he'd impregnated, but he knew he'd been mated with about a hundred and fifty over the past two years. He figured he had about another ten years of service left, give or take, as long as his sperm count remained at least average. By that time, the crisis would have been avoided and though the breeding program would still be required, the natural process of reproduction would again be helping to populate the earth.In another four days, Danny would have another appointment with a woman probably between the ages of nineteen and twenty-nine. There had been women as old as forty in the beginning, but anything over twenty-nine was considered a little old now. A breeder could be bred only every two years, and the sociologists had all agreed that after the age of thirty, the breeder should concentrate on child rearing. A woman who was nineteen at her first breeding was optimal. She could be bred seven times before retiring.The other issue with a woman's age was fertility. After the age of thirty, it sometimes took two breedings to impregnate her, and that wasted sperm. Women as old as forty had been used to get things started though, because not using every available and willing woman would have been catastrophic. A few women over thirty were still being bred, but those were women with exceptionally high intelligence, nearly perfect physical traits, and strong mothering instincts.Foundational KnowledgeThe federation authorities were not going to question the sages of the academics. Science must never be questioned by the unenlightened; and certainly not publicly opposed. It was met with swift re-education orders, and the rebels who dared challenge the sages were taken to institutions where they were re-educated. Sometimes they were further treated with pharmaceuticals to bring ‘balance’ to their temperament, before slowly being re-introduced to the civilian populations.Mandated Abstinence PhaseFour days of rest was optimal for Danny according to the testing he'd been through. Some sires needed as many as six, but four days gave his body a chance to replenish his sperm and gave his mind a chance to rest from the concentration required to ensure the woman had an orgasm. During those days, he'd sleep, eat, stay in shape with a workout or a swim, and do little else other than take a class or two in how to arouse women. Danny didn't really need the classes in how to cause orgasms in most women, but there were some women who needed what Judy, the instructor, called "special handling", so he'd take at least one.Judy always taught the classes nude so she could demonstrate, and Danny wished she was one of the breeders. While he was skilled in producing orgasms in any woman, he sometimes had to concentrate on producing his own if the breeder had small breasts or narrow hips. Judy had the large, heavy breasts and sensuous, wide hips, the same characteristics that always made it easy for him to fill a breeder with his sperm. Unfortunately for him, Judy was forty-eight and no longer fertile. Coupling with her would have been an exquisite experience, he thought, but would have also been a waste of his sperm.He'd have liked being the first to breed her because she was probably quite a woman when she was nineteen, but in those days, things were done a little differently. Most matings were natural then, and the selection process was left up to the individuals involved.A Dying Human RaceNo one could put a single, concrete reason to the lack of population growth the world was experiencing during the early 2000's, but it was definitely a problem and it was growing quickly. In 2015, the population of the globe was a little over seven billion and growing slowly. By 2030, that number had stabilized because the death rate was about equal to the birth rate. Medical science had not been able to find a way to extend the life of any individual. All evidence appeared to point to a biologically programmed "expiration date" for the human body.It was estimated by the W H O that with the current declining birth and steady death rates, in ten years the population of Earth would be nearly halved and would continue to decline at a rate of about eight percent per year. Within twenty years because of geographical dispersion, the human species would effectively be extinct. A few small pockets of humans would exist in the major cities, but would quickly begin to suffer from congenital diseases and defects cause by lack of genetic diversity.There were various theories for the decrease in birth rate proposed, but the problem was worldwide, so culture was not a major influence. What appeared to be the cause were several major changes in how people thought about their roles in society.Some sociologists thought the problem began in the 1960's with the so-called "free love" generation. The culture of the "hippies" changed sex into something anyone could enjoy and they did. Women learned about having orgasms and men learned that having an orgasm at the same time as your partner was much more enjoyable than basically using a woman to masturbate with instead of using their hands. The advent of the birth control pill furthered this "sex without guilt" mentality because it nearly eliminated the risk of pregnancy.Other sociologists thought it was the generation of children born to the free-love generation. While when they were young, most of the free-love generation had rejected normal jobs and careers, as they got older, they fell into line behind their parents. The difference was they made more money than their parents and could afford to give their children more. Those children grew up and became selfish because they'd seldom had to wait for anything.When they looked back at their parents, what they saw were people who had sacrificed a lot to give their children what everybody else's children had, from new bikes to the latest style in clothing to the limousine that took them to their high school prom. According to the sociologists, that realization made them vow to not have children so they didn't have to sacrifice anything in their quest for self-satisfaction. Better and safer birth control methods made that goal a reality.It was obvious to most nations in the world that if the birth rate continued to decline, long before human extinction became reality there would be fewer young people working to support the world economy while there were more older people consuming the results of that economy. Infrastructure would deteriorate because of the lack of labor to keep it running, and food would be an ever-increasing problem because of the lack of agricultural workers. The social safety-net systems such as medical care and financial support in the form of the various government entitlement systems would suffer a spiraling decline in input while their outlay would continually increase.The result was the formation of the "W R E - the acronym for "World Re-population Effort" - by the leaders of every developed country on the globe. This organization was separate from the United Nations because world leaders knew the problem had to be solved quickly. Any committee of the United Nations would only hold meaningless votes on meaningless, non-binding resolutions for years. There would likely be UN diplomats continuing to argue over infinitesimal details even as the light of human existence slowly flickered out.After six months of debate about the practical and ethical considerations, the W R E embarked upon a solution. That solution was to offer free medical care, free housing, and financial support for life to any woman, single or married, who would agree to be impregnated and raise the child to adulthood. The program was funded by the World Bank after that organization was appraised of the consequences of doing nothing.In the manner of all government programs, the W R E wrote a glossary of accepted terms. Women participating in the program were designated as "Base Re-population Donor Recipients " or the acronym "BRDR". Men serving as sperm donors were designated as "Sperm Inception Reservoirs ", or "SIR". Both terms were to be used in any and all public correspondence and conversation, but in private conversations in the W R E clinics, the doctors and nurses used the somewhat phonetic pronunciations of "Breeder" and "Sire". To guarantee anonymity but allow for detailed tracking, in all records breeders were given a number -- a "B" followed by a sequential number. Sires were likewise numbered by an "S" followed by a sequential number.In the early stages of the program, it was felt the breeding should proceed by clinical means to guarantee conception happened in a sterile environment, so the breeder was impregnated by artificial insemination. The success rate was relatively poor, being only about thirty percent for women under thirty and only about ten percent for women between thirty and thirty-five.After multiple studies that all proved inconclusive relative to how to improve that success rate by artificial means, some old data about the success of natural conception was compared to the new data. The old data demonstrated almost a seventy percent conception success rate for women between nineteen and thirty-five if the woman was monitoring her fertility and her partner's sperm count was average. The success rate was still over fifty percent even if the woman did no monitoring.As a result, the W R E began a trial program of natural matings between sires and breeders. The success rate was the predicted sixty-five to seventy percent if the breeder didn't have an orgasm, seventy-five percent if she did, and eighty percent if she had an orgasm and the sire had a high sperm count. After a year of the trial, this method became the norm.It was also determined during the trial program that virgins seldom conceived at the first mating, while all fell within the predicted ranges after the second. The doctors and psychologists employed by the W R E stated this was for two reasons. Most women experienced some amount of pain when their maidenhead was broken and that pain prevented them from having an orgasm. The other reason was that many women reported being too nervous about their first experience with intercourse and so couldn't let themselves relax and enjoy the same experience they always enjoyed when masturbating.The solution developed was to pair a virgin breeder with an experienced sire who had been taught to understand she might be apprehensive and had been taught how to overcome that tendency as well as to minimize the pain she might feel.In both types of breeders, those who were virgins and those who were not, their sires were selected to compliment and accent the characteristics of intelligence and physical development. That topic, standards for pairing breeders and sires, was the topic most debated through the program development.While throughout most of human civilization, mate selection was mostly random and served to continue proliferation of the strongest genes, there were always some children born who had a difficult time fitting into that civilization. With the advent of the sequencing of the human genome and subsequent deciphering of which gene did what, it was possible to eliminate these mistakes of nature.Utilization of that ability did not upset most people when the program was proposed. After all, what person would desire to produce a child with a mental or physical deformity or a propensity toward a life of crime?The selections would be random, but random among volunteers deemed to guarantee the resulting offspring would be the best humankind could produce. While race of the sire would be an option selectable only by the breeder, the characteristics of mental and physical health and mental stability would take precedence over any other criteria.All breeders and sires had their DNA sequenced and categorized relative to genetic disposition toward both traits considered good and bad. When a breeder signed her contract, she was given a list of potential sires. The sires on that list were matched to her DNA to yield a child with above average intelligence, no propensity for development of congenital disease or physical deformity, and most importantly, no tendencies to resist the codes of society.It was impossible to find breeders and sires with no undesirable genetic characteristics, so the pairing routine matched breeders with undesirable characteristics with sires who had the genetic makeup to counteract those characteristics. In this manner, the new population would be stronger, more intelligent, and there would be little, if any, crime.While there were still babies being naturally conceived by couples, that was both a blessing and a concern. Those babies were needed to re-populate the planet, but some of those babies would develop the unfavorable characteristics dictated by their DNA.After some deliberation about methods of guaranteeing proper genetic makeup of all children born, the W R E concluded that the number of such children produced by natural matings would be small compared to the number of planned births. That number would be small enough that any mental abnormalities could be handled by the current methods of incarceration or psychiatric treatment. Physical abnormalities would be handled by corrective surgery or prosthetics. Both would disappear in a generation or two anyway.The initial year of the program proved the potential of the plan. The initial two thousand sires chosen from all over the world had each been mated with between sixty and eighty breeders each, and the result was eighty-three thousand babies.The impregnation rate was a disappointing sixty- percent, but this was attributed to the age of some of the breeders. The second year, the number of sires was increased to six thousand, the number of breeders by two hundred fifty thousand, and eleven months later, the number of births was over three hundred and fifty thousand births.At that rate of impregnation, within one generation, the population of the Earth would be well on the way to return to the levels of the early 2000's. Given that the selection process matched breeders and sires for both physical and mental characteristics, those new individuals would have a natural desire to reproduce and the resulting children would return the world's birthrate to a percentage that would match the world's death rate.Several psychologists had warned of the unintended consequence of a planned and organized breeding program. After an entire generation of men and women had been conceived, born, and raised to the state of adulthood, they might resolve themselves to arranged breedings as the norm.It wasn't hard for Danny to believe that would be the case. He seldom felt anything for any breeder he impregnated. It was just his job, albeit a very pleasant job. He knew the other sires felt much the same way.Technology of InseminationAfter Danny filled out his after-breeding report detailing the experience - the breeding position used, what techniques he had used to arouse her, had the breeder achieved an orgasm or not, and a short written statement of his impressions of the breeder - he sent the electronic form to the central computer and then sat down to reflect upon what he had written.Danny didn't think anybody actually read his comments, but in actuality, they were the most important data on the form to the psychiatrists monitoring the breeding program. They understood that there would be some mental stress if men were coupled with anonymous women by a computer program rather than by natural means.Female humans were biologically programmed to seek a single mate to care for and to protect them and to mingle their genetic makeup with a male who made them feel safe and secure. Using a computer program to match breeders and sires was contrary to that programming and could cause stress which would prevent the breeder from conceiving.As a result, every breeder received counseling before being bred. The counseling sessions were intended to make the breeder accepting of the sire by pointing out how the sires available to her were compatible with her list of likes and dislikes. While a few breeders were still hesitant, the method worked for most and they readily chose a sire from the list.Studies had shown that once the breeder was pregnant, the resulting hormonal changes would minimize the instinct to bond with a male and replace that instinct with the instinct to nurture the child. No counseling was required for a breeder until the next breeding.Sires were a different problem. Sires experienced no changes in hormone types or levels as a result of breeding a breeder, and were prone to follow their instincts when breeding. Those instincts were to breed as many females as possible in order to successfully pass on their genes, but there were some conditions unique to each sire that caused the breeding instinct to manifest itself.There were the usual conditions of mental compatibility and personality, but those could be sorted and matched based upon the genetic data for each breeder and each sire. The condition that could not be predicted was attraction of the breeder to the sire. This was because the primary attraction was physical beauty. Physical beauty was evaluated differently by each sire and appeared to be "learned" rather than genetic because there were no markers in the genome that correlated with any sire's initial psychological analysis or his after-breeding reports.As a result, each sire receive special counseling between breedings. These counseling sessions were one-on-one interactions between the sire and a psychiatrist and took the form of observation and discussion between the two of pictures of women representing all races, body types and facial features. The sire would explain what he liked and didn't like about a particular woman and why. The psychiatrist would then attempt to determine and explain the reasons for the sire's evaluation with the hope future matings would be more in accord with each sire's preferences.The psychiatrist who worked with Danny was Regina Allison. Regina was very skilled in her field, but hadn't made much headway with Danny. She thought she understood why.While most sires had a strong desire to breed and would accept almost any breeder, over time a curious anomaly was seen. If they reported the breeder was attractive, it was usual that impregnation would result from one breeding. If that attractiveness was not there, the sire would still breed the breeder, but about twenty-five percent of the time a subsequent breeding would be required.The anomaly did not appear to be a result of something the breeders were doing. A breeder that required two breedings when bred to one sire would conceive at the first breeding with another sire of similar characteristics. Regina began to concentrate on the sire as the possible cause of the anomaly.She had studied this phenomena over the period of a year by collecting sperm samples from freshly serviced breeders and making a sperm count, and then interviewing the sire to determine his thoughts about the particular breeder. All her data indicated that a sire tended to react by withholding sperm from those breeders he found less than attractive. Regina believed the sire's brain was regulating the number of sperm expelled in order to maintain a reserve for a breeder the sire found attractive.Regina had put her data into a proposal for the W R E, and had been given approval for a pilot program of one sire and twenty breeders. She had selected Danny as her sire, and he would select the twenty breeders from a group who were genetically matched to him.It was the day of his appointment after breeding Kristin that she proposed her pilot program to Danny."Danny, you've been a sire for almost two years now. We've talked about your opinions of various breeders before, and I must say our conversations have been interesting. I find it fascinating that you really want a mental connection with the breeders."As you already know from the weekly sessions, the average impregnation rate for the total program is about seventy-five percent. I and the other psychologists have been studying all breedings to determine why our average isn't higher."We have discovered an interesting correlation between the after-breeding report from our sires and the impregnation rate. Our data suggests if a sire finds a breeder less than - for lack of a better word, I'll use 'attractive' - if a sire finds a breeder less than attractive, his impregnation success is reduced. The correlation is there for every sire I have studied."When I looked for a cause, the data demonstrated the sire's sperm count present at the time of breeding was lower for less attractive breeders while sperm count for more attractive breeders was at or even a little higher than the base line sperm count for that sire. Sperm count correlated extremely well with impregnation success and by inference, to the attractiveness of the breeder to the sire. I have found no correlation of any breeder characteristic across the range of sires studied. It appears as though attractiveness is a variable unique to each sire."You've been successful in impregnating almost all breeders, and in fact, your average impregnation rate is about eighty-nine percent, but you are very similar to other sires. Your sperm count decreases when you breed a woman who does not match the characteristics you find most attractive. It is probable that your high baseline sperm count minimizes the difference in your success at breeding breeders of different characteristics."Danny was a little confused. It was true that he found some breeders more attractive than others, but he didn't know how that could affect his sperm count. He also didn't think it made much difference as long as the breeder impregnation rate remained high."What difference does it make as long as the breeder is impregnated? Isn't that the point - for sires to impregnate the breeders matched with them?"Regina frowned."If it was that simple, no, it wouldn't make any difference. The problem is that unlike you, some sires have an impregnation rate in the order of ninety percent if they find the breeder attractive, but only fifty percent if they don't. The data says the problem is related to sperm count, and we don't understand why and how a sire can vary it."We understand you can't intentionally change your sperm count, but there are still a lot of things we don't know about the human brain. What my data shows about you is that your sperm count is lower when you breed a woman with small breasts than when you breed a woman with large breasts. The same data correlates with several other factors you've related in your post-breeding reports."Your sperm count is about average with blonde breeders, lower than average with breeders with black hair, and higher than average with breeders with brown or red hair. You apparently also favor breeders with fuller figures over slender figures."The many variations of male preferences have been documented by multiple studies, but it was never suspected those preferences would affect reproduction. What I believe is your brain subconsciously controls your sperm count based upon your evaluation of the breeder. It's probably a vestige of instinct from the early days of man and would ensure the variability of the gene pool."Now, we find ourselves in the position of requiring rapid population growth while still maintaining variability in the gene pool. To accomplish that goal, we need to have impregnation rates in the order of at least eighty percent. The only way to do that is a controlled study to determine if sperm count is truly affected by the attractiveness of the breeder to the sire. I want you to be part of that study."Danny couldn't see how any study could be much different than what he was already doing. It would probably be more interesting than just breeding a different breeder every four days.He shrugged."I guess I can. What do I have to do?"Regina smiled."I hoped you'd say yes. Here is the plan I've laid out.Regina's plan didn't sound any different than what he'd already been doing, and that's what he told Regina. She smiled again."Breeder selection is the real difference. Each week, I'll give you the applications of six breeders along with a picture of them both clothed and nude. You'll choose the breeder you prefer from those six. The other five will be matched with other sires just as happens today."Regina pursed her lips then."Danny, there is one other change of which you need to be aware. Sociologists have been concerned about the feasibility of children being raised only by breeders. As part of this study, each of the breeders will stay with us until they give birth. Once you've bred all twenty, you'll be able to choose which breeder you'd like to breed again even if she's already pregnant.Danny chuckled."It sounds like you're going to give me a harem to take care of."Regina grinned."In some respects that is what it is. After she gives birth, those breeders and their children will stay with us to be bred again, this time as you see fit. In this way we can correlate your initial after-breeding report results with the breedings in subsequent years. You'll have your choice of breeder, your choice of the timing, and of course, her acceptance to be bred again by you."Danny smiled."That might be nice, but I don't think twenty women and their children are going to fit in my room."Regina waved her hands."No, they won't, but they will fit in the house that's nearly finished. The house is being built a hundred kilometers from the city limits on one of the auto-farms. We felt that it would be easier for you and the breeders and their children to develop relationships if the setting was of a more private nature."When Danny saw what Regina had called the breeding study house, he was amazed at how much she'd understated the size. It wasn't a house. It was a mansion. On one wing of the first floor was a dining room with several tables that Danny figured would sit at least sixty people. The center part of the house was a huge living area with couches and chairs for at least a hundred people. These were arranged in groups around the twenty televisions that lined the walls. On the other wing of the house was the kitchen and quarters for the twenty service people who would do the cooking, cleaning, and grounds work.The second floor consisted of twenty-three apartments, each with a small living area, two bedrooms and a bath. One of those apartments would be Danny's and across the hall was a breeding room. Unlike the breeding rooms at the W R E breeding center, this one was equipped with video cameras located to provide six different views of the breeding bed. Regina said her apartment would be adjacent to the breeding room.The third floor was a small functioning hospital that would be mainly used as a maternity hospital with two examination rooms, two labor rooms, two delivery rooms and two operating rooms along with living quarters for three doctors -- a general practitioner, an obstetrician, a surgeon, and six nurses. Their quarters were also on the third floor. Regina told Danny the hospital was equipped to handle almost any emergency though it's primary function would be as a birthing center.A week later, the new location was complete with a small staff, and Danny and Regina moved in. That afternoon, Regina brought six folders to Danny."These are the first group. What I want you to do is look at them all, and record what you think on a form that is the same form as the new after-breeding report.Then, select the breeder you like best and I'll have her moved here. She'll be ready to breed anytime in the next six days, so you have some time to decide."After dinner, Danny sat down with the folders and read all the applications. The applications were somewhat different than the applications he'd read before. The applications he was used to only contained height and weight along with a psychiatrist's evaluation of the breeder and a picture of the breeder's face. The new applications included a lot more physical data such as body measurements along with a statement by the breeder of her expectations from the program. There were also four pictures included, two of the breeder's full body, dressed and in frontal and profile views, and two of the breeder nude in the same poses.The other difference was the breeders were identified by breeder number as had always been the case, but this time, each breeder was also identified by a first name. Danny found knowing the first name of the breeders was somehow comforting. He'd never known that information before and all breeders were told not to tell him their name.Danny didn't pay much attention to the written part of the applications. Instead, he spread all the pictures out on his desk so he could compare them. He was surprised by two things.There was a huge difference in how he saw each breeder when she was dressed versus when she was nude. When the breeder was dressed, his attention was drawn to her face and hair. When she was nude, his attention was drawn to her breasts, waist, hips, and legs. He found that with some of the six, he was attracted to the face of a breeder, but not to her body, and sometimes it was the other way around. Only one seemed to be attractive both ways, a blonde named Barbara.Barbara had a face that pleased him, and although her breasts weren't especially large and her hips weren't as wide as some, he found himself comparing all the other pictures to the pictures of her.He hadn't expected that to happen. What he'd expected was that he'd be attracted to more than one and would have to choose between them. When Danny filled out the selection form, he rated the women honestly, and even though some of their scores were higher than Barbara's, he still checked the box on her form as the breeder he'd selected.When Danny gave the folders back to Regina, she looked at his evaluations and the check mark on Barbara's form, but only said, "I'll have her here in two days. She'll be ready to breed two days after that."It felt odd to meet Barbara and to get to know her during the two days before the scheduled breeding. Before, Danny had only had a few minutes with a breeder before beginning the breeding process. He wasn't certain how to act, and he thought Barbara was a little confused as well. It was like when he was in high school and on a first date with a girl.After dinner the first night, he was more comfortable with her and she with him. After dinner the second night, Danny found himself liking Barbara. She was intelligent and had a sense of humor. The next afternoon, he enjoyed breeding Barbara because of that feeling. It was different, somehow, and Danny liked the difference.Over the rest of the week, they met for dinner and by the time Regina brought him the next six folders, they were talking about what they liked and didn't like and what their thoughts were about the future.From the next set of six breeders, Danny selected Jessica, a breeder with the skin tone that told him she was Hispanic, very large breasts, and wide hips. Danny selected her mostly because she looked very confident in both the pictures of her dressed and nude. He found she was indeed confident when they talked over the next two days. Breeding Jessica was also a pleasure for Danny because she was as confident about being bred as she was in her pictures. Her favorite position was riding him, and he had to concentrate on not cumming before she did. After she came, she pressed her big breasts into his chest and sighed, "I want to do this again."The conditions of Danny's contract with the W R E made that impossible until he'd bred all twenty breeders for the study, but he wondered if the second time might be better than the first. He talked to Regina about that when they had his post-breeding session. Regina asked him the questions she always asked and Danny gave her the answers. When she finished filling out the form, Regina asked Danny if he had anything to add.Danny frowned.To be continued in part 2, Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts, for Literotica

Preparing For Tuesday’s Cunnilingus Class.By Quinn_McMullen. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Story RecapI’m Dan, a senior majoring in mechanical engineering. I needed two general education requirements to complete my degree, at a university in the Chicago area. It’s a cold January, on campus. I was able to enroll in an English literature class and Dr. Martin's Sociology 369 Human Sexuality course, for the second semester.On the first day of class, we learned about male and female orgasms. Dr. Martin allowed students to submit a standard analysis and reading notes or to provide an alternative assignment. The first alternative assignment was to masturbate either alone or with an observer and report on our experience.Hannah, a coed was sitting in class next to me. I asked to be her partner. While we were trying to get comfortable with one another, we ended up having sex.DinnerAs I sat with Hannah at dinner, I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, but she started off.She looked me in the eye, "So you're what? Twenty two? Twenty three?"Twenty two.""I'm twenty one. So, I have to say that I am not normally that aggressive. I don't know what came over me.""I thought it was wonderful."Hannah nodded, "I'm sure you did, but I'm not sure what happened. I had every intention in the world of sitting there with you, reading until dinner. And then." She averted her gaze, then looked back into my eyes, "Then I just wanted you. I can't explain it. I've never started anything with a guy before. It has always been the guy coming on to me.""I really didn't mind. It was definitely a gift. Guys often leave a gal frustrated because they can’t work up the nerve to initiate things. Especially when the gal is as gorgeous as you.”Hannah reached out and touched my hand, "Ah, thanks! Dan, it's okay. I guess I'm just trying to understand my actions. It was so out of character for me.""Maybe you're comfortable with me. I hope, anyway?"She laughed, "Undoubtedly. You're a really nice guy." She released my hand, "No, more than that. I know we just met, but I feel like you care about me as a person. I just hope that by being the initiator, I haven't made you not like me.""Hannah, I would never think that. You are self-confident, that's all. You’re very respectful and sensitive. You weren’t pushy at all.""See, that's the thing. I've never really been all that self-confident. Certainly not when it comes to sex.""How much sex have you,” I stopped myself. “I’m sorry. That’s not polite for me to ask.”"No, I’m okay with talking to you about it. There was my date for the senior prom. Spring semester freshman year I had a boyfriend for a couple of weeks. Probably had sex two or three times with him. Sophomore year I had sex a couple of more times. Once over the summer. Once with Jeff last semester. Altogether, I've probably had sex less than ten times in my entire life. Not counting Sterling.”“Sterling?” I was puzzled.“Sterling is my chrome vibrator.” Hannah explained. “Until today, only Sterling could reliably bring me to orgasms. Today was the first time someone not named Sterling, gave me an orgasm. How about you?""I wouldn't say that I'm promiscuous, but I've had sex a lot more than that. It was always in a relationship. Let's see, I've been intimate with five girlfriends. This was the first time I had sex with someone on the first day I met them.""Same here. I hope you didn't mind.""Do I in any way look like I didn’t have the time of my life? Not at all. It was amazing. Maybe it was a desire to try out some of the things we learned in class."Hannah smiled, "Well you tried out something you learned. Did you rub my g spot?""Yeah. It was all wrinkly." I added. “Nothing like a good hands-on lab project.”"I was already cumming and then that sent me into orbit. Holy shit." Hannah exclaimed."As an observer, that was pretty cool. I obviously ‘pressed your button’, right?” I gloated."Observer? Dan, you did that to me. You were my lover. Come to think of it, you propped me up so you could screw me like that dildo in the film.""I did." I proudly admitted."That was quite creative." She marveled."Thanks." I grinned.We ate in silence for several minutes. It wasn't the least bit awkward though.Hannah stopped eating, "Normally I would try to fill silence. I don't feel like I have to. It's like we're two old married people that are completely comfortable with each other."I stopped eating, "You're right. I don't know very much about you, but it's like I've known you a long time."She nodded and continued eating. Another minute of silence passed.I reached out and touched her hand, "Do you believe in fate?""I haven't given it much thought." She wondered where this was going."I mean, what are the odds that I would have to sit next to you, you would ask me to be your partner, and we would hit it off so well?""Look it, Dan. I'm not a religious person. I'm sure there is a perfectly good probability that that would happen."I nodded, "Okay, but the odds are not that high.""That two random college students sitting next to one another would become friends, partners, and lovers? It think they are very high. That those two people would be you and me, that's just the universe rolling the dice." She squelched my sentimentality.She was right, but the thought was disappointing. I pulled my hand back.Hannah grabbed my hand, "Dan, I feel like I just burst a bubble on you.""Yeah. Maybe. A little. I had the thought that maybe someone was looking out for us and;""If it makes you feel any better, “ she interrupted; “I could very well be wrong. I agree that it is very cool that you sat down next to me. Whatever force in the universe made that happen, I'm very grateful. Done eating?""Yeah."The LibraryTo avoid temptation, we agreed to study together in the library. About nine we headed to Hannah's room. The cold and wind had eased a bit, making it easier to talk.Once outside, Hannah took my hand, "How should we decide who goes first?""I don't have a problem going first."Hannah laughed, "I'm kind of excited. I've never seen a guy get himself off.""I guess that's a reason Dr. Miller said we could have an observer."I held the door for her when we got to her dorm. Inside her room I took off my jacket.Hannah stopped to watch me, "This feels very clinical again. Could I undress you?""Sure."Hannah came over to me and put her hands behind my neck, "Maybe some mood-setting would help too." She went on tip-toe and kissed me, "Yes. That's what we need." She turned on her stereo. In a couple seconds, Simple Minds was playing ‘Don’t you Forget About Me’.She pulled me to her bed, sat down, and pulled me down with her, "Much better."We lay side-by-side, exploring each other's mouth. I finally pulled her on top of me so I could hold her ass cheeks. She seems to love having her ass caressed.After several minutes of necking I spoke into her mouth, "I think I'm ready.""I feel something." She said with a horny wink. Her mix tape was now playing Rick Astley, singing ‘Never Gunna Give You Up’. I’m guessing this was Hannah’s mood music for when she pleasured herself. But that was her business. I just decided to enjoy the moment.Hannah rolled off me and I stood up. I pulled my shirt off and dropped my jeans, standing there in my partially tented boxers."Ready?"She smiled and I let my boxers fall to my ankles, flipping them across the room with a flick of my foot. I slowly stroked my tumescent cock.Hannah stood up, "I think I promised to let you see me naked to help get you aroused.""You did." I recalled."Why don't you sit on the bed and let me give you something to get aroused about."I climbed up to the headboard and placed a pillow behind my back. Hannah began a little bump and grind strip tease. I pulled on my cock to firm it up. By now her mix tape was playing Tears for Fears, singing ‘Everybody Wants To Rule the World’ with its sultry beat.She turned away from me and pulled her shirt off. She swiveled her jean-clad hips, then kicked off her shoes. Hannah loved to dance and it’s clear she was very good at it. Somehow her socks went flying. She stepped up onto the bed and stood above me, one leg on either side.She placed her hands on the wall to balance herself and then placed her foot on my cock, "Let me rub that for you."I wouldn't call it rubbing, but she did move her foot up and down on my shaft. It wasn't exactly effective and soon she was back standing on the floor. She turned away and dropped her jeans to the floor. Hannah flipped them aside with her foot, then climbed back up on the bed. Standing above me in her bra and panties was more arousing. She stepped forward so that her crotch was inches from my face.I leaned forward, pressed my nose into her crotch, and took a deep breath, "God, you smell good." Her pheromones made a beeline to my cock.Hannah stepped back on the floor and removed her bra and panties, "Sorry, I'm not very creative with a strip tease.""I appreciate the creativity" I encouraged her."Thanks. How about if I just stand here in all my nakedness?""That works."I was rock hard now and it was easy to stroke myself. I was thinking I needed some lube when Hannah crawled up on the bed and got very close to my cock.She smiled, "I'm observing."I laughed.Hannah ran her hand down my thigh, "Perhaps you should position yourself so that I can see your asshole. I need to know if it contracts when you cum.""Oh. Okay."I slouched down at her headboard. I placed my feet so that my legs were spread  out and knees bent; and she had a good view of my anus. She was kneeling in front of me. I licked my stroke hand to provide some lubrication. Now her stereo was playing A-Ha. The cut was ‘Take On Me’.Hannah said, "I can provide some saliva." She leaned forward dribbled some spit on the head of my cock.I smiled, "That's helpful.""But probably not enough." She grabbed my stroke hand and placed her mouth on my cock, sucking away."I think that defeats the purpose of the assignment."She came off for a moment, "I don't care."Hannah soon had my entire shaft wet with saliva. She stroked me with her hands while sucking and churning the head in her mouth. The stereo filled the room with ‘Shout’ from Tears For Fears. When I groaned my appreciation, I felt her finger at my ass. I think she had her juices on her finger because she slipped right in. She found my prostate."Oh god, Hannah. Hannah. Cumming. I'm cumming." The stereo rumbled; “Shout, shout, let it all out”.Everything sped up, her mouth, her fingers rubbing in my ass. I grabbed my knees and pulled my legs toward me. The point of no return approached and my world narrowed to my cock and ass. My body started quaking uncontrollably. Hannah's eyes were locked in on mine as she swallowed everything I shot. I threw my head back as my orgasm continued. All I could feel was her fingers rubbing my prostate and her mouth on my cock, churning, sucking, licking. I tried to say something, but a croaking sound came out.Suddenly my cock was beyond sensitive, "Please." I released my knees and held her face, "Please.""Stop?" She asked for clarification."Yes."Hannah climbed up and lay down next to me. She kissed me with closed lips. I grabbed her face and probed my tongue into her salty mouth.She eased off, "That's cool that you don't mind kissing me. I had a guy that wouldn't kiss me after he came in my mouth. By the way, I used what they did in the movie in class. It works.""Wow, Does it ever." I blurted out."Your whole body was shaking." She told me."Thank you, Hannah. That was amazing. If you let me recover for a couple minutes, I would love to return the favor.""Offer accepted," Hannah said as she swung her leg over me and stared kissing me again.After a few minutes of necking I was ready to go, "Why don't you lie back and see what I can do for you."Something told me to hold off on straight licking. I decided to kiss her ear lobes and then went for her nipples. I licked my way across her stomach and stopped at her pubes to breathe in her scent.Her clit was prominent at the top of her slit and her inner labia extended out a little. She had shaved her labia. I lapped up her juices, then moved to her clit.I looked up at Hannah. Her eyes were locked in on me.She whispered, "Maybe not straight, constant licking. Ease up a little from time to time so I don't get numb."I followed her advice. Eurythmics was filling the room with a hypnotic spell from ‘Sweet Dreams Are Made of These.’Hannah grabbed her nipples and was rolling them, "Oh, Dan. Oh." I assumed that was a signal that she was cumming. I probed into her vagina and found her g spot."Ah." Hannah's vagina started contracting. She arched her back and I could hear her panting. She forcibly pressed my forehead away from her crotch. I kept rubbing her g spot.Then Hannah wrapped her legs around my head and began bucking her hips. I took this as some kind of signal to stop.Slowly her body relaxed, "Oh my god. Dan, come up here."I climbed up next to her."That was so nice. Let's climb in under the covers. I want to snuggle with you."As I held her, I whispered, "I can see why people sleep with each other. This is cozy.""Very cozy." I concurred.The mix tape faded to  Sinéad O'Connor sang ‘Nothing Compares 2 U.’  I faded to slumber.Sleeping With HannahAs I emerged from sleep, I sensed a warm body next to me. When I opened my eyes, it was dark. I saw a lighted alarm clock across the room. I tried to place where I was and then I remembered. Hannah.When I emerged from sleep again, the room was light. I lay still, savoring the moment. We lay like spoons. My arm was under Hannah's head. Her ass was pressed up against me and I had a bit of morning wood. My other hand was on her hip. She felt so silky and soft.After a bit of time, Hannah stirred.She rolled over, "Good morning.""Good morning, Hannah.""Is this one of those mythical morning woodies?""Not mythical. I wake up with one on a regular basis.""So, it isn't because of me.""No, but I have to say that sleeping with you is just short of heavenly.""Agreed. Shall we start our day?""I could use a shower.""So could I. I wish I could take one with you, but the other girls on the floor might be either offended or jealous."BreakfastOver breakfast, Hannah asked, "So, what do you think about Elizabeth Bennet?""Elizabeth Bennet? Do I know her?""From Pride and Prejudice?""Oh. Yes.” I remembered. “ Kind of early in the book, but I have to say that the situation that her and her sisters are in is horrible.""Things were not good for women back in jolly old England. I think that's the 1800s. Or anywhere else for that matter.""She sounds like someone I would like to know.” I said. “She seems smart, independent. She's got a very strong will. Probably a lot like you."Hannah smiled, "Thanks. And you're still early in the book. What do you think of Jane Austen's writing?""Love it. So lyrical."Friday Masturbation AssignmentOn Friday afternoon, we finally got around to conducting our masturbation assignment. Here is what I wrote for Dr. Miller:My observer was Hannah. She was also my partner as you will see.I positioned myself on my bed so that my partner could observe me. I made sure my legs were such that she could see my anus. By mutual agreement, we were both naked so that I would be aroused by her body. Hannah has a beautiful body. I began pulling on my penis to get it hard. It did not take long given the goddess in front of me. Normally I would use saliva to lubricate myself, but my partner allowed me to use some of her vaginal juice as lubrication. It was much slicker and much more effective.Once I was hard, I stroked myself in the usual manner, focusing on the head of my penis and the sensitive edge. I am circumcised and the scar is a little sensitive as well. My partner asked me to let her know when I was getting close. I focused on her charms and after several minutes, I felt my orgasm approaching. I let my partner know.Hannah slipped two lubricated fingers into my anus and massaged my prostate just like the film we saw in class. The ensuing orgasm was one of the most intense experiences of my life. All my focus centered on my erection and my prostate. As I came, my body began shaking uncontrollably. I shot my load all over my chest. There were three distinct strings of cum, plus a smaller fourth string. Once I shot my load, I stopped stroking myself because of sensitivity, but my partner kept rubbing my prostate and the intense orgasm continued for about 30 seconds.Unlike a regular orgasm, this was much more of a whole-body orgasm. The shaking lasted as long as Hannah rubbed my prostate.Afterwards I was exhausted. We both tasted my semen. It was a little salty and a little musky. My partner thought it tasted a little like mushrooms.Here is Hannah's submission:I positioned myself on the bed with my legs spread so that my partner (Dan) could observe me. I have a fantasy that I use to arouse myself. I imagine kissing a movie star. Dan said he would sit in for the movie star. Plus, he was naked and in person! He let me run my fingers through his chest hair and hold his penis. After we had been kissing for a while, I thought I was ready. My partner moved back and I began rubbing my clit in my usual way small, quick circles. About this time, he came over and gave each of my nipples a suck to get them hard. I started rolling one with my non-rubbing hand. I used some of my vagina juice to get it slippery.After several minutes of personal stimulation, I felt my orgasm approach and I let my partner know. He slipped two fingers into my vagina and began rubbing my g spot. That sent me over the edge, maybe a cliff would be a better description. I had the most powerful orgasm of my life! Wave after wave of pleasure exploded from my clit and my vagina. My brain was on overload.My partner reported that my vaginal fluids flowed more freely. I asked him if he thought that I squirted like I have heard people talk, but he just said that I was very wet and I got his hand wet.My clit became too sensitive so I stopped rubbing, but my partner continued rubbing my g spot. I started pulling on both nipples as that brought more pleasure to my body.It is hard to describe the pleasure that took over my body. It seemed to come in waves, like waves lapping quickly on a beach, maybe every two seconds. But the waves had almost a pyrotechnic quality as colors washed over my brain. My partner continued stimulating my g spot for about 30 seconds after I stopped rubbing.We both tasted my juices. My partner thought it was sweet. I thought it was kind of bland. Afterward I had that blissful contentment that I always have. I snuggled with my partner and that was quite enjoyable.We both got an 'A' for the assignment. Dr. Miller wrote on mine, "I'm so happy for both of you."Next Class Topic: CunnilingusAttempting to complete the masturbation assignment, we instead pleasured one another with oral sex. Eventually, Hannah & I completed the assignment and submitted a report to Dr. Martin, for which we both received an 'A'.MondayAs we moved into the second week of classes, I decided I wanted to spend as much time with Hannah as possible. Not only was she my partner for doing the alternative assignments for Human Sexuality, but she was fun to be with.On Monday morning as we sat down to our breakfast, I decided I wanted to make our relationship something more."I got a question for you, Hannah.""The answer is no.""I haven't asked it yet.""But I know what you're going to ask and the answer is no." She insisted.Does she really know what I was going to ask?She touched my hand, "Dan, please don't be hurt. You were going to ask if we could start dating. Right?""Yeah. How did you know that?" I was stunned."Because you've been kind of hinting about it all weekend. So, before you get all sad on me, let me explain. First, we're already having some amazing sex. I want you to be my sex partner all semester. Do you agree?""Yeah.""Okay, so here's the thing. We need to probably cut back on the amount of time we spend with each other, otherwise we're going to grow tired of one another. We'll set up a schedule. We do our sex assignment together. We write our paper. Then we don't see one another until the next time."I wasn't liking this idea and my face probably showed.Hannah touched my hand again, "We'll keep a strictly academic relationship until the end of the semester. Then we can start dating. What do you think?""I'm graduating. What if I get a job far away?""We'll cross that bridge when we get there."Rejected before class startsHannah's request to limit our time together made logical sense, but emotionally it was killing me.On Tuesday, I took my seat next to Hannah in class. I hadn't seen her since breakfast on Monday.I asked, "How ya doing'?""Good. You?""I'm okay."Hannah smiled, "I think it is really wonderful that you want to spend time with me Dan, but what if we get on each other's nerves?"I nodded, "Hannah, I understand why, and I accept that. I just enjoy being with you. Yes, the sex is great, but I enjoy being with you as a person."She nodded, "I like being with you too. Maybe we can work out a compromise." Dr. Martin was in front of the class. "Let's talk afterwards."Dr. Martin pulled down a screen, "If you haven't submitted your assignment or alternate assignment for last week, now is the time to do it."Two people took their paper up to her.She continued, "So now that we have learned about how to give ourselves an orgasm, we're going to learn about giving someone else an orgasm. You don't have to respond to this, but I'm curious, how many people do we have that are either gay or lesbian?"Four women and three men raised their hands.Dr. Martin nodded, "Thank you. It has been my experience that gay and lesbian people come in with a significant amount of experience in this next area. Specifically, oral sex."I saw some nodding heads.She continued, "I hope the seven of you don't mind being my subject matter experts." She looked around, "Let's begin with cunnilingus. This is a Latin term. Where are my Latin majors?"Dr. Martin looked around, smiling, "That was a joke. We don't have Latin majors. In fact, we only have a single course in Latin in this entire university." She put up a slide, "It comes from two Latin words: cunnus and lingere. Cunnus is typically translated as 'vulva', but quite literally it means gash or slit. It is where the word 'cunt' comes from. Lingere means 'to lick'. A direct translation would be 'one who licks a cunt'. In English, it has shifted meaning away from a person, cunt licker, to the action, cunt licking. Any questions?"She looked around, "Good. While we're discussing Latin, who knows the word for oral sex with a penis? Debbie?""Fellatio.""Yes." She put up another slide, "This means 'to suck'. In Latin it means to suck anything: breasts, a straw. In our modern English, it is limited to sucking on a penis. The intransitive verb is fellate."Returning to cunnilingus. As with anything in life, the more one practices something the better one gets at it. If you recall in our last class, we talked about how long it takes for men and women to reach an orgasm if they are pleasuring themselves. Does anyone remember those times? Hannah?"She looked at her notebook, "Three minutes for men and four minutes for women.""And from that we concluded? Dave?""That guys needed to spend more time getting the woman ready.""Thank you. I would suggest that cunnilingus might be the perfect way to prepare your partner. Carlos, are we ready?"Our film projectionist in the back of the room said, "Yes.""Sam, the lights please."Carlos began rolling the film. Some pleasant music began playing. The screen was filled with a happy couple, holding hands, walking along a sidewalk. "How to Perform Cunnilingus" filled the screen.The film shifted to a naked couple lying on a bed. The man began kissing the woman on the neck. A British female narrator said, "As with anything in life, the techniques that will be demonstrated in this film can only be mastered with practice. Therefore, if you wish to become a skilled practitioner of the art of cunnilingus, one needs to practice as much as possible. Before we address stimulating the vulva, we should point out other erogenous zones. A woman's thighs, stomach, breasts, neck, face, and ears are all sensitive to touch. The inside of her arms and legs are especially sensitive. Before beginning to stimulate her vulva, care should be taken to stimulate other erogenous zones." Throughout this section, the man kissed and licked his way across the various parts of her body.The narrator continued, "One should not think of this as a race. While this may seem counterintuitive to men, often the slower a woman's lover goes, the better the results. By going slow, a man will allow his lover to relax and increase her sensitivity."The screen shifted to a man moving back and forth, sucking on a woman's nipples, "In addition to going slow, one should consider not spending a great deal of time on any one erogenous zone. By moving and teasing, a woman's sensitivity and arousal will increase. Also consider that at times, simply a lover's breath, breathing on her skin, will arouse a desire."The screen shifted to a still photograph of a woman's vulva, "Before we continue, we need to clarify specific anatomical terms." Arrows and words began appearing, "This is the mons veneris or mons pubis, the clitoris, the labia majora, the labia minora, the urethra, the vagina, the perineum, and the anus.""It should be noted that every woman is different. Clitorides come in many sizes, some are hooded, while others are not. Similarly, no two sets of labia are alike.""When you are ready to begin stimulating a woman, it is best if her legs are spread." The screen shifted to a woman spreading her legs, "Throughout the stimulation, a gentle touch is best. While a man receiving fellatio may want forceful touching, this is rarely the case with a woman."The screen shifted to a man licking the woman's vulva, "In most cases, it's best not to begin with the clitoris. Instead, focus on the labia majora and then the labia minora. The vaginal opening is another sensitive area that can be kissed and licked. If proper hygiene is maintained, a woman's perineum and anus can also be a source of pleasure."The man on the screen gently licked the woman's clit, "Once a woman is properly aroused, only then can her lover begin to lick her clitoris. Instead of continually licking this most sensitive of areas, a lover can trace various shapes over the clitoris. One old technique is to trace the letters of the alphabet or write words with one's tongue on the clitoris."The screen shifted to a woman that appeared to be having an orgasm, "Using these techniques will eventually bring a woman to orgasm. If at any time you have doubts about the effectiveness of your techniques, you should ask your lover."Now there was a picture of a woman who looked completely satisfied, "Cunnilingus is a tried-and-true method to bring pleasure to a woman."Dr. Miller said, "Sam, the lights please. So, one thing that all you potential cunnilinguists need to know about is that your lover needs to also feel safe. Many women have a little bit of fear regarding having someone's nose in their cunt. Why might that be? Roxane.""We're afraid we stink.""Exactly. Something to consider. Another thing. The narrator hinted at this, but I want to reiterate this point. Do not rush, and make sure you pace yourself. If you want to bring your lover to orgasm, it is going to take some time. It's a marathon, not a sprint."One last point before I let you go, remember what we learned last week about a woman's g spot. This can be a very effective method to sustain a woman's orgasm. Any questions? Helen.""I'm a little embarrassed to ask this, but what if we do stink?""Soap and water. No, seriously, having your lover help you bathe can be very sensual.""But if we're in the dorm."Dr. Miller nodded, "Yes, that can be a little tricky bringing a partner of the opposite sex into the shower with you." There was some laughter, "Personally, I think honesty is always best. Tell your lover that you need to freshen up by jumping in the shower. I don't think there is a person on earth that would think badly about you. Any other questions?"Seeing none. The alternative assignment is to participate in cunnilingus as either the giver or receiver. For those of us who are not attracted to a vulva and do not have a vulva, I'm thinking of our gay friends, you just need to give me a statement to that effect and you will be excused from this assignment. On Thursday we will be discussing fellatio." She looked around, then clapped her hands once, "Have a nice day!"I looked over at Hannah.She had a shit-eating grin, "I'm looking forward to this.""So am I."She reached over and touched my hand, "I think I hurt your feelings earlier.""You were just being truthful." I tried to reciprocate her empathy."I had an idea just as class was starting. How about if we were to treat our sex assignment days like a date?"I nodded, "That's a nice compromise.""So, today for example, we can go on a date and then afterwards we work on our assignment.""Okay." I was starting to feel a lot better.Hannah looked around. Everyone was filing out, "I had another thought."I nodded."I don't want to call it going steady, but I'm going to promise you that I'm not going to have sex with anyone else this semester."I was surprised and it must have shown on my face.Hannah laughed, "I have a good reason. I hope you will consider it too. I don't want to get a disease and give it to you.""I hadn't thought of that, but you're right.” I said. “I don't want to give you a disease either.""So, we're kind of going steady, but we're not. I know that doesn't make any sense.""But it does. Maybe exclusivity is a better term. I can agree to that. I think that if suddenly one of us finds someone really special, then we should let the other person know."She nodded and pressed her lips together. I don't think she thought of that possibility.Dr. Miller came over to us, "This looks like a deep conversation."Hannah explained, "We're trying to figure out our relationship."She smiled, "The hard stuff. Have you decided anything?"Hannah explained what we had just discussed.Dr. Miller nodded, "I will tell you that I am not one for giving relationship advice, but I think your approach is a good one. I have two observations to share. First, if you sleep together, you will become attached to each other. I mean actually sleeping, not our euphemism for having sex. There is something about sustained skin-to-skin contact that draws on our heartstrings. It raises the hormone Oxytocine. Second, it is very difficult to have regular sex with someone and not grow to bond with them. Does that mean that you are just right for each other? No. But you will bond to each other. You will care for each other. Most likely, you will at least have a lifetime friendship."I looked over at Hannah and she was nodding. She looked at me, "I can deal with that. Dan, we need to go Dutch on our dates though."I said, "Fair enough. Thanks Dr. Miller. I think that helped."Exclusive, But Not Going TogetherAfter dropping off our books, we drove out to town and shared a medium pizza. It was a pleasant dinner. I got Hannah talking about the things she enjoyed when she wasn't in school. It was cool watching her face light up as she told me about Irish step dancing. I learned she had won national honors.I told her about running cross-country and track in high school. She asked me how much I still run and I admitted that I had become a slacker, running only two or three times a week. She suggested that maybe we should start running together. If that meant spending more time with Hannah, then I was all for it.When we got back to her room, Hannah said, "I'm going to take a shower like Dr. Miller suggested."She stripped off her clothes in front of me and I got to admire her body. Hannah isn't exactly a bombshell, but she is beautiful. Her breasts were smaller than average, shaped very well. Quarter-sized areolae surrounded two erect nipples. Her hips had just the right amount of flare and her ass had that classic feminine curve that I adored.Before she could move toward the shower, I knelt in front of her and began sucking on her nipples. Her fingers intertwined in my hair. I looked up at her and she was lovingly looking down at me.She whispered, "That's so nice. Let me get clean and we can continue. I expect you to be naked when I get back.""Do you have a razor I could use?""In the medicine cabinet."I made sure to get rid of my struggling attempt at a beard, and any stubble before she got back.When she returned, the first thing I noticed was her sexy outfit. She was wearing a skimpy halter top and hot pants. I whistled.“I still love going to the disco” she blushed.  The first thing she noticed was my baby-soft cheeks.“You shaved!” she said. Then she started kissing my soft cheeks.“That’s so thoughtful! You’re all man, and I know you’re proud of your beard. But you gave it up out of concern for my pleasure.” She gushed.“Yeah,” I said. “I was growing it since the new year, out of curiosity, to see how full it was coming in. But I really didn’t have any particular sentimental attachment to it. It’s nothing, compared to the opportunity you’re giving me.”“Awe,” she melted. Then we locked into a deep kiss, and the lab assignment proceeded from there. Because she did such a good job describing what happened next, I am attaching her essay:Hannah’s Cunnilingus reportWe began by just making out. I had taken a shower and I insisted on Dan being naked too. I really like his body. He's got plenty of body hair and it turns me on. But he shaved his beard while I was in the shower. It really put me at ease about any abrasive whiskers against my sensitive areas.  He's got a ‘Goldilocks penis,’ not too big and not too small, just right. He pulled me against him as we kissed. My nipples felt so good touching his hairy chest. We stood there necking for quite a bit. I allowed him to explore my mouth with his tongue. I decided to submit completely to Dan.I pulled him over to the bed and lay back, pulling him on top of me. I could feel his tumescent penis on my leg, but I resisted the urge to grasp him. He began kissing my face and he moved to my ear. Just a little nibble, then a gentle suck on my lobe. I felt a spark shoot down my spine and I groaned to show my appreciation.Dan kissed his way down my neck and I laced my fingers into his hair. As he kissed his way across my collarbone, his forehead came in front of my mouth and I gently kissed it. I felt his tongue slide down my sternum. It gave me shivers and I could feel my nipples getting hard anticipating his tongue. Fluid began to flow from my crotch. By now I was quite horny, I wanted him. I made sure to give him feedback as much as possible.Dan circled each nipple several times, but never touched it. He was driving me mad with anticipation. He would move away from one just as I thought he would suck on me and move to the other one. I finally moved his mouth onto my nipple and told him to suck on me.I have to give Dan full credit for creativity. He left my breasts and I was quite certain he was going to start the cunnilingus, but instead he went all the way to my feet. He knelt there looking down at me and took my foot in his hand and began sucking on my toes. He traced his tongue across the sole of my foot and shivers ran the length of my body. Oh my god! Then he began nibbling his way up the inside of my leg. The entire time he kept his eyes locked in on mine. I realized I was lying there with my mouth open. The sensation of his lips and tongue on my sensitive skin heightened my anticipation. I needed him to lick my vulva!Dan traced his tongue across my perineum and I could both feel and hear him lapping up my juices. Then he went up to my other foot and repeated his previous move. By the time he got to my crotch, I felt like I was going to burst. He stopped and licked my perineum again. To encourage him to move to my vulva, I spread my legs for him. Instead he slid his tongue to my anus. I was so glad I cleaned myself thoroughly. I could feel his tongue probing into my forbidden hole. I began pulling on my nipples.Next, that magical tongue moved up to my outer labia. I was glad I had shaved them for him. I placed a pillow under my head so I could watch him. His eyes never left mine. The experience was so powerful. It was as if our souls became linked through our eyes. He circled up to my pubes and stuck his nose in, breathing in my scent. Again, I was glad I had showered.Dan circled around my vulva several times, never touching my clit. My body by this time was at a fever pitch, taking in every touch. Once again, he stopped and lapped up my flowing juices, then he began to part my labia, running his tongue up my slit. I was willing his tongue to my clit, but he stopped just short. He returned to my vaginal hole and probed in with his tongue. In that moment, I wanted his entire cock in my hole!He moved toward my clit and I wasn't going to allow him to miss it again. I grasped his hair and pulled him to it. His hands came up and grabbed my nipples. He gently rolled them, sending more shivers down my spine. This time he lightly flicked my clit and my body bucked from the sensation. Even though I knew that flick was coming, but I couldn't help myself. It was as if he pressed an electric wire to my clit.Dan traced his tongue around my clit and I realized he was probably writing something with his tongue. I tried to focus and figure out what he was tracing, but I felt my orgasm begin to build.What occurred next became a blur. I remember whispering to him that I was cumming, but a wave of pleasure washed over me. I felt his finger probe into my cunt and pulses of light began to flow from my crotch. His tongue on my clit, his finger on my g spot, and one hand rolling my nipple. I reached up and grabbed my other nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Wave after wave broke over me as my spine became a conduit for pleasure.Suddenly, my clit was too sensitive and I grasped his hair with both hands, pushing him away from me. Still his fingers worked me. Pulse upon pulse of pleasure flowed through me. I realized I was struggling for breath. I arched my back trying to move away from his fingers and still the pleasure flowed. My mind was overwhelmed with stimuli.I felt Dan release my nipple and his finger came out of my vagina. I released my grip on his hair and he laid his head on my stomach. As my mind returned to the present, I lovingly stroked his hair.In hindsight, that was the most intense orgasm I have experienced. Dan is to be commended for bringing me to a fever pitch, then playing my body like a fine instrument. He brought forth a crescendo that was so intense, so pleasurable, that all future lovers have an incredibly high standard to meet.By Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.ForAy.

Dan enrolls in a sexual sociology class.By Quinn_McMullen. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Prologue:It was Chicago, in the mid 1980s. Those were very different times. Fashion and language were different. Technology was quite different. We didn't have the internet, and cable television was just becoming widespread. Pubic hair was uncut & often not trimmed.. The only sexual fear for straight people was getting pregnant; and the pill mostly took care of that.I was a senior and I needed both a literature class and social science class to complete my general education requirements to graduate. Because of my class standing, I was finally going to be able to register early in the cycle. I filled out several possible registration cards, and waited dutifully in the line. When I got to the registration window, I was pleasantly surprised to find that S O C 3 69 Human Sexuality was still open. I registered for the class and hoped it was everything the rumors made it out to be.As the Spring Semester started, I tried to find out if I knew anyone in S O C 3 69. None of my engineering classmates were interested. And I was disappointed to find that none of my female friends had registered for it either. It had the potential to be less than fun. But I remembered the stories about the course lots of discussion of sex, sex, and sex. It couldn't be that bad.The class was scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. The first class was on a Thursday and I arrived ten minutes early for the first class. The room was already packed. On the front desk were two piles of papers with a sign that said, "Take one of each." One was the syllabus and the other was a list of assignments with details and due dates.Thursday Pre-ClassI looked around the packed room and saw a seat next to a pretty blonde. "Is this seat taken?""It looks like it's perfect for you." She chuckled.I held out my hand, "Hi, I'm Dan."She smiled sweetly, "I'm Hannah."A woman in her forties entered the room and began walking around talking to students. I assumed this was the famous Dr. Miller. She was tall and thin with a nice figure. She was professionally dressed in a skirt, blouse, and blazer. The skirt came to just above the knee and showed some shapely, bare legs. She started working the room.When she got to us, she said, "Hannah, good to see you again. Did you have a good winter break?""I did Dr. Miller."Dr. Miller turned to me and extended her hand, "A new person in my class."I stuck out my hand, "Pleased to meet you Dr. Miller. Dan McDevitt.""A senior. Mechanical engineering major. Wow! I'm impressed." She chuckled at herself, "I try to learn about my students beforehand. It isn't hard if you actually care about people." She looked at her watch, "Show time."Dr. Miller walked to the front of the room, "Let's get started. My name is Dr. Shannon Miller. This class is S O C 3 69, Human Sexuality. If you aren't registered, you will have to leave. No auditing."Two guys got up and headed toward the door.She continued, "It isn't that I want to be a hard ass, but if I didn't have that limitation, this place would be standing room only. If you are curious how the course was numbered, I asked for it and there was no objection until I was teaching it for three semesters. By then it was too late to change it."There were some scattered laughs and giggles."We'll skip the usual introductions. I think I know everyone. If you don't know your classmates, I think you will quickly learn about them."Lecture Begins"As the title suggests, this is a course in human sexuality. I must tell you that this class will get very graphic at times. We will examine the wide range of human sexual activity, from straight sex to some of the kinkiest stuff you can imagine. This may be uncomfortable for some of you. As a class, we can overcome this discomfort by keeping our minds open, being respectful of each other, and sharing our thoughts. Given the number of smiles, that sounds like what a lot of you signed up for."I expect everyone to act as an adult. I don't want to hear titters and I don't want to hear anyone shaming anyone else. Respect is our watch word. If you cannot act as a mature adult and show respect to everyone in the room, then I will ask you to leave. If you do not voluntarily leave, I will have campus security remove you. I don't fuck around with any of that. And yes, I have a potty mouth. I want everyone to feel safe here. This class is like Las Vegas. If someone shares some intimate part of their life, I expect it to stay in this room. Am I clear?Dr. Miller looked each of us in the eye, "Good. Does anyone want to leave?" Again she looked around."Very well. I will also use a lot of visual aids photos and film. This is not pornography. Since this is a liberal arts college, I am a strong believer that this is a time for you to explore and learn about yourself. I cannot require that you engage in sexual activity. That would be unethical and for many people, immortal. I will provide alternative assignments that you are free to undertake. In the assignment sheet I provide details on how you can fulfill both regular and alternative assignments. For example, after today's class, you may decide to experiment with self-love. Essentially, in the privacy of your room you can masturbate and then report on your observations. If you would like to have an observer present, that is also an option. Any questions?""Seeing none, we'll get started." She went to the front of the class and pulled down a screen. She flipped on an overhead projector and placed a slide on it, "So here is a very simple question: Why do we want to have sex? Danielle.""Because it makes us feel good.""Yes, it does. Brian.""We have a drive to reproduce."Dr. Miller walked to the side of the room, "One of our strongest instincts. Sarah.""Because we are attracted to the other person and we want to be intimate with them.""Ah. Intimacy. Another strong drive. Hannah.""Orgasms."Dr. Miller laughed, "Yes. The elephant in the room. Today we will discuss orgasms." She put up another slide, "So what is the average time it takes for a man to reach orgasm if he is masturbating? Dan.""Five minutes.""Not that long. Greg?""Four?""Almost. Rich?"He laughed, "Maybe three?""Good guess! Three minutes. So how long does it take a woman to reach orgasm if she is masturbating? Bridget?""I'm guessing. Four minutes?""Yes, good guess. So what can we conclude from those two numbers. Elizabeth.""That men and women are pretty close to having the same sexual response if they are stimulated properly.""Excellent! If you are gay, lesbian, or a virgin, you don't have to answer this next question. By a show of hands, how many of you know that your partner reaches orgasm during straight sex? Penis in vagina sex."Of the 25 people in the room, about 18 hands went up."Please leave your hands up. We have ten men and eight women. Now, how many of You reach orgasm during straight sex?"All the men left their hands up, but only one woman left their hand up.""Very interesting. So ladies, the men think you are having an orgasm when you really aren't. Am I reading that correctly?"Several female heads were nodding."Why is that? Hannah.""We fake it."Dr. Miller shook her head, "We fake it. That's kind of sad. Why? Rich.""The woman doesn't want to make us feel bad.""Yeah. Studies have shown that men's egos are easily bruised when it comes to sex. Some women also want to boost their partner's ego. Why else? Anne.""To get it over with."There was laughter around the room.Dr. Miller continued, "You laugh, but I think Anne is not making that up." Anne shook her head. "I think you will find that sometimes straight sex is not pleasant for many women, mostly because their male partner doesn't know what they're doing.""Anyone else? Roxane.""To avoid being shamed and being thought to be frigid.""That is a big one. By the way, no woman is frigid. That is a myth developed by men to compensate for their poor sexual performance. One last item. Sometimes a woman fakes an orgasm for non-sexual reasons such as trying to cement a relationship, become someone's girlfriend or fiancée. Questions or comments?"Dr. Miller looked around the room, "I find all this very interesting. Gentlemen, do you know how to tell if your partner is actually having an orgasm or faking it?"I shook my head. I thought I knew, but now I had my doubts. I looked around and the other guys looked just as puzzled.Dr. Miller said, "Don't be embarrassed guys. You've taken the first step to becoming a much better lover. Carlos, are you ready?"I just realized that there was a guy at the back of the room manning a film projector, "Yes, Dr. Miller."Female Orgasm FilmShe pointed to a guy near the door, "Sam?" He nodded. "Yes, Sam. Can you hit the lights?"Sam killed the lights and a film began to roll.The title flashed up, "Orgasmic Response in Human Females." The first scene had a bunch of co-eds walking and talking on a college campus somewhere. A female narrator said, "One of the most misunderstood aspects of human sexuality is the orgasmic response of human females. This film will briefly examine this topic."The scene changed to a couple making out. "It should be noted that approximately five to ten percent of women are incapable of having an orgasm. This is often due to some physical limitation."A graphic came up, "There are two types of female orgasm: vaginal and clitoral. The first, vaginal orgasm, is described by women as starting deeper in their body and elicits a full body response. These types of orgasms are caused by objects in the vagina stimulating the walls, Gräfenberg spot or G spot, and cervix."An anatomical diagram came up. "The G spot is located on the anterior wall of the vagina. When a woman is standing, it can be thought of as the upper side of the vagina." A red arrow pointed to a spot on the diagram, "In its relaxed state, the G spot is smooth. As a woman becomes more aroused, it becomes wrinkled. The G spot is best stimulated digitally with one or two fingers using a 'come hither' motion."A photo of a woman's vulva came on the screen, "Clitoral orgasms have a more localized reaction and are caused by stimulation of the clitoris and clitoral hood area." Red arrows appeared on the screen, "Clitoral orgasms are more intense, but are shorter in duration than a vaginal orgasm."There are several signs that a woman is experiencing an orgasm. Please note that not all women display all these signs."A photo of a light skinned vulva was displayed, "First, blood will rush to a woman's skin and in light skinned women, this will be seen as flushed skin. Blood will also rush to a woman's clitoris, vulva, and vagina. Often the clitoris will become engorged with blood and may extend out of the clitoral hood."The screen shifted to a photo of a lovely pair of breasts with large, erect nipples, "Second, a woman's nipples will be erect. Most women experience pleasure when their nipples are stimulated either orally or manually. Although not all women experience hard nipples during an orgasm, most do. Typically a woman's nipples are hard, erect, and sensitive. In all cases, an orgasm will increase a woman's heart rate. Often to between 160 and 210 beats per minute."Let's observe an actual female orgasm. This will be a clitoral orgasm."The screen shifted to a camera angle that was directly between a young, naked woman's legs. She had a nice bush, but her labia were shaved. The focus was on her vulva, but the rest of her body was visible in soft focus. She was small-breasted and had applied a small vibrator directly to her clit. Her vagina was slightly open and juices ran across her perineum."This woman's orgasm is about to begin. I direct your attention to her vaginal opening, her anus, her nipples, and her face."The woman began panting, her eyes closed, and her mouth took on the classic O shape. Her pelvic muscles began rhythmically contracting and you could clearly see her vagina and anus pulsing out a steady rhythm. Her nipples were hard and she reached up and pulled hard on one of them."During her orgasm, all her focus is on the stimulation being directed to her clitoris. She is unaware that her breathing has increased and her eyes are closed. Most women are incapable of vocalizing anything during orgasm. It should be noted that after orgasm, a woman's clitoris is very sensitive.""Now let's observe a vaginal orgasm."Once again, the screen was filled with a woman's vulva. Someone was fucking her with a smooth dildo. The angle was upward, striking the top of her vagina. She was rolling both her nipples."Once again, this woman's orgasm is about to begin. Observe her vagina, nipples, and face."As the orgasm began, her eyes practically popped out of her head. She let out a long groan, mouth open. You could see her vagina contracting on the dildo. She came for probably about a half a minute. And then the film was over.Dr. Miller said, "Sam, can you flip on the lights? So what did we observe? Dan.""In both cases, the woman's vagina was contracting. On the first one, so was her anus.""Good observation. Actually, her anus was contracting on the second one, but your view was blocked. I don't want to say every time since life has no absolutes, but in at least 999 times out of a thousand, the woman's pelvic muscles will contract during orgasm. Those contractions affect both the vagina and the anus. What else? Sam.""Neither woman was talking or saying anything.""Let me ask one of our female colleagues why. Hannah.""Because you are completely focused on the pleasure. When you're cumming, you don't have to or want to say a thing.""Great point. A sure-fire way to know a woman is faking an orgasm is that she is very vocal. Some of you look surprised. Gents, how many of you say something when you're ejaculating?" She looked around, "No one. Why is that? Dave.""My mind focuses on what's happening with my cock."There was some laughter.Dr. Miller said, "A little crude, but I like that term   cock." She said it again with emphasis, "Cock. What else did you observe about the orgasms? Brian.""Dr. Miller, with the second one, I think that was a dildo, the dildo was at a different angle like it was hitting the top of her vagina instead of going all the way in.""Excellent. The narrator mentioned something called the Gräfenberg spot or G spot. That is on the roof of the vagina and the dildo was striking it. Is anyone familiar with the g spot? Roxane.""My boyfriend took your class last semester. He loves to rub mine.""Who's your boyfriend?""Andy.""I'm glad to hear my class has had a positive impact on your life.""Life changing Dr. Miller. Mind-blowing."Male Orgasm FilmDr. Miller chuckled, "We'll learn more about the g spot next class. Carlos, are you ready with the next film?""Yes, ma'am.""Sam, if you please."The lights went out and the screen lit up. "Orgasmic Response in Human Males".The screen was filled with four guys in athletic attire walking across a field. A man began narrating, "This film will examine the orgasmic response in human males. Ejaculation is often associated with orgasm in males. While these events often occur simultaneously, they are distinct and separate events. Orgasm is characterized by pelvic contractions, intense pleasure, and release. Ejaculation is the expulsion of semen from the penis. While rare, some men can experience non-ejaculatory orgasms."The screen was filled with side-by-side pictures of penises, one uncircumcised and the other circumcised. "While each penis is different, they come in two distinct varieties, circumcised and uncircumcised. A circumcised penis has had the foreskin surgically removed. The absence of the foreskin has no impact on a male's ability to reach orgasm."There was a close-up of a penis head. "The glans is the most sensitive area." A red arrow appeared, "The crown of the glans or the edge is filled with countless nerve endings." Another arrow appeared, "The frenulum is another sensitive area."Now there was an anatomy diagram, "The prostate gland is another source of pleasure. It can be accessed directly through the anus or massaged by pressing on the perineum.""Let's observe an ejaculatory orgasm brought on by masturbation."The screen was filled with a guy stroking his erection. He had his legs up so that his ass was visible. I was surprised that they selected a smaller than average cock. Then I remembered that this was an academic film and not pornography."This man has been manually stimulating his penis. His orgasm is about to begin. Observe the pelvic contractions seen at the base of his shaft and at the anus."Sure enough, there were the contractions and almost simultaneously he let loose a string of cum that shot out of the picture."Oh!" Several of my classmates responded.Two more shots of lesser amounts came forth. He stopped stroking, "The penis becomes very sensitive after orgasm and often cannot be touched."The screen shifted to another erection. This time a man was prone with his feet either side of his ass, "This man has manually brought himself to the edge of orgasm. A partner will now digitally stimulate his prostate."The guy stopped stroking and what looked like a female hand probed his asshole. She slipped two lubed fingers in and began moving."The prostate is a walnut sized gland located on the anterior wall of the rectum. This man's orgasm is about to begin. Once again, observe the contractions at the base of his penile shaft and anus."The contractions began and this time the guy shot his load onto his chest. Four shots total. I was really surprised to learn that you could cum by not touching your cock.Dr. Miller said, "Lights, please."The lights came back on, "So what did we observe? Elizabeth.""Both men and women have pelvic contractions when they come.""That's interesting, isn't it. Later in class we will examine how to extend orgasmic response in both men and women. Brad.""Dr. Miller, the whole prostate thing is cool. I didn't know I had that.'She laughed, "All part of the price of admission. Roxane.""The cut versus uncut part. My boyfriend is uncut and he says it gives him a distinct advantage.""Tell Andy to stop by my office and I'll reduce his grade from last semester." Everybody laughed. "He knows better than that. Anything else? Sarah.""Do we know how much a guy shoots when he cums?""I direct your attention to two rock bands   the Loving Spoonful and 10CC. Both named after the amount of fluid a man ejaculates. That makes it easy to remember. Our time is almost up. For homework, you have two options. You can do an analysis of today's class and provide reading notes from the textbook. There is an outline on what that entails in the assignment sheet. If you would like to submit an alternative assignment in lieu of an analysis, also see the assignment sheet. Remember, I can't require you to do anything sexual. If you choose the alternative assignment, I would like you to masturbate and write a short essay answering the questions in the prompt. You should review the questions before you masturbate so you will be looking for the answers. If you choose to have an observer with you, you will want to include their observations with yours. See you next Tuesday."Lab Partners After ClassThe woman next to me, Hannah, turned to me, "What do you think?" She had a very pretty face. Her blonde hair framed her face. Her big, blue eyes were warm and kind.I smiled at her, "I've already learned so much.""Did you look at these assignments?""No.""Several of them require a partner. Do you have a girlfriend?"Cool. "No. Would you like to be my partner for some of these?"Hannah blushed, "If you told me yesterday that I would be having this conversation with a total stranger I wouldn't have believed you. Yes, Dan the total stranger, I would like to be your partner." She smiled.I decided I needed to keep this conversation going, "Hannah, do you have anything after this?""No.""Maybe you'd like to do something together so we aren't total strangers."Hannah smiled, "That's a good idea. Are you hungry?""Sure. A little. Where would you like to go?""Cafeteria is closed. Maybe get some coffee at the coffee shop?"I nodded, "Can I drop off my books?""Good idea. Where's your dorm?""Carroll Hall.""That's cool. I'm in Caroline Hall on the same block. Maybe I can leave my stuff in your room and we can come back and get it later.""Good idea."I followed Hannah out the door, checking out her figure on the way. She wasn't a knockout, but she had a very balanced body. Her breasts provided a lovely curve to her t-shirt and her hips had just the right amount of flare. Her ass had that classic feminine curve that I adored.She turned and waited for me outside the door, "What are you majoring in, Dan?""Mechanical engineering. You?"We started bundling up for the frigid weather, "Sociology. I've had Dr. Miller twice before. That's how I got into the class. I'd bet that Roxane and I are the only juniors."It was a clear, brisk, January day with a biting north wind. There was an inch or so of snow on the grass. We both bundled up and headed toward my dorm. I tried to talk, but the wind took my breath away. Hannah looked to have the same problem.A Dorm DateFinally, we tucked inside my residence hall.I said, "I'm on the second floor.""Maybe we should just make coffee here rather than brave that wind again."I shook my head, "Don't have a coffee maker."Hannah smiled, "I have one. We can go to my room."We dropped off my books and then proceeded to Hannah's room, cutting through a building along the way to cut down our outside time. Hannah's room was on the third floor. Like me, she had a single occupancy.I sat down at her desk while she made coffee."So Dan, you don't have a girlfriend now, but you've had one.""Oh, yes. I went with Lisa McDonald for most of the fall semester. Do you know her?""No. What happened?""She graduated in December and got a job out in California. Haven't heard from her since finals."Since there was only one chair, Hannah came over and sat on the bed across from me, "That sucks."I shrugged, "It's okay. It probably wasn't going to last anyway. How about you? Anyone special?""I went with Jeff Blankenship for a week, back in November.""I know Jeff. He's a mechanical engineer too.""Well, he had a very mechanical approach to our relationship. No pun intended. He's pretty demanding too. Wanted me to wear skimpy outfits. Wanted to fuck all the time. I usually told him no, no, and no. The one time we had sex, it was very mechanical. We didn't last long. Not exactly a very caring guy.""Sorry about that."She looked at me funny, "You didn't do anything.""It was a sympathy gesture. But, I'm a man and I feel like I need to apologize for my entire sex. Especially after what I learned today.""Class was pretty interesting.” Hannah agreed; “I kept thinking about being the woman having an orgasm on camera. To have my lady parts being seen in all of Dr. Miller's classes.""It's more than just Dr. Miller.” I surmised. “That film looked like it was produced somewhere else and she just happens to have a copy.""Wow! Even better." Hannah squeezed her knees together as she said."So, you wouldn’t like to have been the woman in the film?""Part of me would,” She admitted with a giggle. ”I think I have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak. Seems so naughty. Do you think that's bad?""No. You probably wear bikinis in the summer, right?""Oh, yeah. I have some very small bikinis. It is a real turn on to watch how guys react to me. I'm such a tease and I enjoy being a tease. I hope you don't hate me for that."I laughed, "Some guys might, but I enjoy looking."Hannah got up, "What do you put in your coffee?""Just milk, or creamer."She poured the coffee and prepped mine, "Dan?""Yes, Hannah.""I think you and I have to agree that everything we share is just between us. And just like in the class, we are going to treat each other with respect and not shame each other."I took the coffee cup from her, "I absolutely agree. I imagine some of the things we share may be kinky."She nodded, "Here's the first soul-baring moment. Ready?"I nodded. "Having the guys at the beach or at the pool see me in my tiny bikini, gets me wet. Sometimes I go to the ladies room so I can rub an orgasm out."I nodded, "Will I get to see you in a bikini some day?"She smiled coyly, "I hope so, but let's get some warmer weather first. Did you read this first alternative assignment?""No. What's it say?" My interest perked up."It says you can either masturbate alone, or have an observer. Would you like to be my observer?" She said, coyly."I assume you would observe me as well,” I suspected."Seems only fair." She grinned.I nodded, "Okay. That's a deal. What else?""We have to comment on how we got ourselves aroused, how we brought ourselves to orgasm, what we felt during the orgasm, what did the observer see, and what happened afterwards. Doesn't sound that hard." She said with perhaps more confidence than I had."No. Sounds very fun." I bluffed.Hannah had gotten up and moved to her closet, for no apparent reason. She paused, then with her back to me, she asked; "Here's a very private question that you don't have to answer if you don't want to.” She paused then asked; “How do you get yourself aroused before masturbating?"I chuckled, "No laughing now. I have a Playboy magazine I look at. I look at the naked women. I know that really women aren't like that, but it gets me hard. How about you?"Hannah came and sat on the bed again with her coffee. She blushed a deep red.Sensing her discomfort, I assured her again; "I will never tell anyone. Promise.""Have you seen Breakfast Club?"I nodded."I imagine being with John Bender, the Judd Nelson character.""So, you like the bad boys.""I imagine being Molly Ringwald when she kisses him. Then I imagine taking him home with me. Getting naked with him. Running my fingers through his chest hair. Touching his penis. Sucking his penis. God, that makes me wet just thinking about it." Hannah averted her eyes, "I would never want to be with a bad boy, but it is so damn titillating to me."We both fell silent for several moments. Hannah looked up at me, "Rather than looking at a Playboy, would you prefer to look at a real live naked girl? I'm not Playboy material, but I'm real.""You?" I was shocked.She nodded, "I can't believe I'm offering that."I went for it. “Hannah, I'm not Judd Nelson, but you could kiss me. You already took me home with you. I'm real too. You can get me naked. I've got a lot of chest hair. I have a penis too!"We both laughed.Hannah took a sip of her coffee, "Is that a deal. Dan?""Yes. Hell yes." I said with a beet red face."I'm scared to death." Hannah admitted."I understand that, Hannah, but aren’t you also a bit uh, well; horny, just talking about it? We don't have to do anything. We can call the whole thing off if you want.""That's not it. This just seems so clinical."Silence hung between us for a while. We continued drinking our coffee.I had a thought, "We just need to get comfortable being around each other. I have some homework to do. It isn't due until Monday, but how about if I go get my work and we could study together.""That's a good idea. I'll bring my stuff and we can study in your room.""Okay."I finished my coffee and we got bundled up again.As we were walking down the hall, Hannah took my hand, "I hope you don't mind."I looked over at her and smiled, "That's a very good start."We went down the stairs holding hands. As we emerged into the lobby, Hannah asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"I stopped, took both her hands, and looked down into her eyes, "No." I hesitated for effect, "I think you're beautiful.""Really?"I nodded, resolutely. Hannah grabbed both sides of my face, went on tiptoes, and kissed me.She eased off and looked up into my eyes, "That was nice. Not like Molly and Judd, but that was nice. Maybe better since it's real and not acting."Hannah started walking again, and took my hand again. We passed through the door and into the cold.She looked over at me, "Just to be fair, I think you're a really cute guy. I've never really known a redheaded guy. Redheaded girls, but not guys. When we'd shower in high school, I'd be jealous of their red pubic hair."I laughed, "For some reason, in high school, the guys thought I should have dark pubes. They were typically pretty crude about my red pubes."Hannah looked over at me, "As I was sitting there in the classroom before you came in, I was checking out the other guys. A couple of them seemed nice. Roxane had told me what was going to happen in the class, so I was checking all the guys out for partner potential. When you sat down next to me, I knew I wanted to ask you to be my partner.""Wow! I'm honored.""Roxane said she would lend me her boyfriend if I didn't like anyone, but that seemed really yucky.""That does seem yucky." I agreed.She pulled her hand away and stuffed it into her pocket, "No offense, but it's just so cold.""No offense taken."We cut through a dining hall and came through the other side."Sorry, it's too cold." Hannah ran ahead and waited for me inside the main door. She had a very cute way of running. I was enjoying being with this woman more and more.When we got to my room she asked, "What do you need to work on?""I can read for my lit class or do thermo problems.""Can we sit on your bed and read together?" She plotted."Sure." I grabbed a book from my desk, propped up a pillow, and sat slouching at the head of the bed. I left room so she could sit next to me."What are you reading?" She eventually asked."Pride and Prejudice." I admitted."I Love that story. Maybe we can talk about it as you get further into it.""Love to." I accepted.Hannah sat next to me shoulder-to-shoulder, and started reading.After a few minutes, I realized she was looking at me and I turned to her, "What?"She swung herself onto my lap, straddling me, "I'm being very forward, but I want to kiss you again." She was perched directly on top of my cock.I set the book down and put my arms around her. Hannah brought her hands up and held my face. She started gently kissing me. I luxuriated in her soft lips.Hannah spoke into my mouth, "I wouldn't be offended if you were to place your hands on my ass.""Good to know."I slid my hands down and cupped her ass cheeks. She groaned a little, then probed with her tongue. Soon we were exploring each other's mouth. I felt myself stiffening."I just realized that the way I'm sitting might be awkward. Am I hurting you?” She asked."I'm okay with it, if you're okay." This babe was really getting horny & fun."I feel something on my crotch. Something nice." She grinned."Yes. You are having that effect on me. Sometimes I would get embarrassed, but right now I hope you’re taking it as a sincere compliment?”Hannah nodded and kept kissing. She ran her fingers through my hair and occasionally wiggled her hips. I soon had a solid erection.She eased off and whispered into my mouth, "Are you hot? I'm hot."She sat up and pulled her tee shirt over her head, then threw it across the room. She wore a white, underwire bra. She looked down at me with a shit-eating grin. The bra hooked in front and she quickly released it. In an instant her bare breasts were before me. They were well-shaped and not particularly large, but pert. Not a bit of sag. Quarter-sized areolae surrounded two erect nipples."Would you like to touch them?" She almost begged.I put my hands up and cupped her breasts. I gently rolled her nipples and she closed her eyes."Would you like to suck on them?" She directed more than asked.I leaned forward, with both arms around her waist, and took one nipple then the other into my mouth, gently sucking each one in turn. I continued moving back and forth. Hannah's head leaned back and she wrapped her hands behind my head, pressing my face to her breast."This is so nice." Hannah climbed off the bed. She kicked her shoes off and pulled her jeans off.She stood there in a pair of white panties, "Can I take off your jeans?" She was definitely horny and moving things along.I unbuckled my belt and had barely got my zipper down when she grabbed & started pulling them off me. I lifted my ass and my boxers ended up at my knees. Flat on my back, now; my erection hanging out for her viewing pleasure.Hannah straddled my legs and got very close to my cock. She ran her fingers through my curly red pubic bush, "Oh, you're so nice! I love your red pubic hair. As a social scientist I note that you are circumcised and are probably slightly larger than average. Certainly larger than those two guys in the movie today."She held my shaft up, leaned down some more, and took a long suck, "Oh, that's nice. I taste something.""Probably some pre-cum." I surmised.She looked closely at the head and milked a little fluid from me.She scooped it up with a finger and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, "That's right. This stuff is supposed to act as a lubricant. Slippery." She sucked her fingers, "Maybe a little sweet.""Hannah, would you bring yourself up here, straddle my face, and let me lick you?""Only if you lose your shirt." She bargained. She really wanted us both buck naked right now!I pulled my shirt off and Hannah stripped off her panties. I put a pillow under my head and her silky thighs landed on either side of my face. She had a trimmed blonde bush, shaped like a fan. Her clit was prominent at the top of her slit and her inner labia extended out a little. She had shaved her labia.She looked down at me, "Sounds like you agree that we can save the homework assignment for later.""Fully agree.” I said. “Absolutely!”Hannah lowered her cunt onto my mouth and I began lapping at her opening, sucking in every drop of her nectar. When I touched my tongue to her clit, her hips started moving. I decided to just keep my tongue extended and let her pleasure herself. I reached up and started rolling her nipples. Hannah entwined her fingers in my hair, her eyes locked in on mine.Back and forth she moved across my tongue. Her soft thighs moved against my cheeks. I made a note that I should make sure I shave off my scruffy beard, so I don't irritate her sensitive skin. I heard her begin to pant and I placed my finger at her opening. Vaginal contractions! I slipped my finger all the way in and found what I thought could be her g spot. I began rubbing itHannah fell forward, "Ah. Ah." Her bush pressed into my forehead.After several moments of rubbing, I rolled her onto her back. Her head was crammed against the headboard, so I pulled her body down away from it.I climbed on top of her and she spread her legs for me, "Can I?"She nodded and I placed my erection at her opening. I slowly pressed into her contracting womanhood. Oh my god she was tight! I bottomed out and Hannah's eyes were wild. She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass as I began slowly swinging my hips, driving my full length into her. Nice steady strokes.My mind was racing. ‘How did that dildo in the movie move? Need to hit the top of her vagina. How to do that? Need a better angle. Pillow!’I rolled off Hannah and placed a pillow under her ass. I kept my body more upright as I reentered her. I intentionally tried to hit the roof of her vagina. The effect was immediate. Hannah's eyes went wide as my cock struck her g spot. She reached up and pulled on her nipples as her vagina continued contracting on me."I'm going to cum, Hannah."She nodded and I thrust up into her as I shot my load. Two, three times. Finally, I fell forward and kissed her. I could still feel her contractions on my cock. She grasped the sides of my face and kissed me, leading with her tongue.I pushed her legs flat and rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me, my erection still inside her. My hands cupping her ass.Finally, she whispered into my mouth, "Wow."Asleep In HannahAs I emerged from sleep, I felt Hannah's breath on my chest. She was sleeping too. I was still in her vagina. My hands were on her ass. I decided to lie there and enjoy the moment. My outside window was still light so we couldn't have been sleeping too long.I must have drifted back to sleep because when I opened my eyes, Hannah was inches away from my face. The room was darker.She gently kissed me, "That was really nice. That was the first time I had an orgasm with a guy.""Dr. Miller's class already paid off." I observed."Did you know I still have you inside me?" She whispered."Yes. Very nice."  I rubbed her hips."The sun looks like it went down, given how dark it is getting in here."I looked at my watch, "About twenty to five.""We have twenty minutes before the cafeteria opens. Any suggestions?""I absolutely love being here with you." I admitted."Dan, you should know that I'm a pretty practical person. Do you have an extra towel?"I nodded."Let's both go take a shower. That way we'll be clean for our actual masturbation exercises later. Then we can go have dinner. Maybe study a little, then masturbate for each other. You might need to recover.""Okay," I smiled.To be continued.By Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.