Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2009 15:41:23 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The school prize Part 2

It is amazing, utterly amazing how little it takes to turn a man on, I mean
nowadays I don't even try (well, with one important exception), trouble is
of course, appearances are against me, always were, even as a pupil - or
perhaps I should say "especially" instead.  Looking in the mirror I can see
a part of the problem, my hair is startlingly fair, a smooth rosy
complexion goes with it in that classic English Rose style, eyes - blue of
course - and then the lips, they really do ask for trouble, sultry, pouting
and full, when I smile white teeth are bared invitingly, I just can't help
that.  Then the contrast, eyebrows, full generous and dark - and men get
excited...the rest of me I'd describe as rather normal but somehow, somehow
men get the feeling that what's there is ripe, asking for a grope or
...with luck, something more.  But it isn't true, not really - yes, I do
enjoy a man's hands down there, and I do enjoy the feeling as he thrusts,
deep, deep inside, the trouble is, I'm hardly ever satisfied after because
without exception all get carried away within the first minute..as one
explained apologetically "It's the excitement, first at getting you to
undress - and then the fact that you're lying there with your legs open is
such a turn on in itself, the sight of you, your face..I dunno, but if I
look at you while I'm doing it, well, that's it, no way can I hold back and
I'm shooting into you before I know it...".  For me it was a big problem,
one that seemed insurmountable...and I DO enjoy sex, so much.  Meanwhile,
despite appearances, people thought me frigid...if only they knew...

I didn't of course know it but my reputation didn't deter one man, not one
bit.  I'd been at school with him though he'd left some time before me, I'd
heard little other than the occasional rumour - which in that environment
you tend to discount - something about a couple of younger boys and a
serious crush....nothing bad anyway.  Here he was working in the same
record company "He and I Records", a rung further up the ladder but still
approachable.  In fact, he approached me, nothing blatant of course but one
morning I looked up to find him perched on the corner of my desk, casually
we began to talk, a brief exchange of gossip then "Doing anything for
lunch?" was the question.  Since I didn't know anyone else there (other
than the usual pests) I gladly accepted.  Lunch in a corner cafe was brief
but pleasant and I was admittedly taken aback when the tall young man
suggested we meet again - the next day! I should have realised something
was afoot but frankly I didn't care, I simply enjoyed being with him.  And
others had noticed, a certain amount of jealousy was evident particularly
when instead of meeting in the Lobby he appeared by my desk to usher me to
the lift, this now set the pattern and it wasn't too long before I felt a
hand at my back...guiding me to the lift doors.  Then that special
afternoon, no one else in the lift...glancing at our reflections in the
mirror, hands placed upon my shoulders, slowly turned me to face him, there
I stood eyes closed...then softly so softly, his lips pressed upon mine, so
overwhelmed was I..I forgot to respond...  Somehow I wobbled from that
lift, face on fire - and the banter began...not that I cared.  I certainly
wasn't expecting it but next morning, on my desk stood a little vase
containing..one magnificent red rose!

It was later, at lunch that he made the suggestion....would I like to meet
him after work?  Timid now, I guardedly agreed, and firmly resolved there
should be no misunderstanding from the outset, I explained my problem,
premature ejaculation, not mine but...admirers simply unable to stay the
course!  Now he smiled and simply said

"Princess, just you leave it to me, if necessary - I can always tie a knot
in it..."

Shocked I looked up to see if he was joking...only to have him burst out
laughing

"But you'd be worth it!  Oh yes, I suppose instead of knots - we could
always try those beads....."

I wasn't certain what he meant but now I blushed for sure!  So it was that
early in the evening I lay back to digest a home cooked meal, firm hands
eased off my shoes and began to massage my feet - I wanted to purr.  I
badly wanted to purr as hands now stroked a leg....so I lay there looking
up at him, he smiled back but made no attempt to take further liberties, it
was I who said it

"Would you like to undress me..?"

"Well, that would certainly be nice...but do you feel you're ready for it?"

I looked at him, something was different here...he was confident,
controlled....no signs of impatience...yes "different"! So I carefully
answered

"You'll only know if I'm ready...when you see the evidence won't you?"

So with a reflective "well, let's see what we have here....." he began
removing my clothes.  Something else was different here too, for as his
fingers began dealing with buttons and the like, I felt kisses, he took
every opportunity to plant a kiss and pretty soon I was beginning to feel,
well special, randy AND special. Soon I lay before him, languid, aroused -
and erect, very erect.....arching my back I felt his fingers slowly grasp
my penis, he was in no hurry...then I heard him say it "I think you should
know, I practice something called...'Tantric sex'" and here he gave a brief
explanation....enthralled I took it in..."However, with you, I can see my
biggest challenge yet....a lovely boy, ripe for sex, tantalisingly
sexy...and I suspect - very highly sexed himself?"  Here he continued to
softly masturbate me as my hips began to rise and fall, seemingly paying
little attention he went on "I'll make sure you are thoroughly prepared and
comfortable of course...yes just doing this to you is a total turn on
...we'll see how it goes when the action starts".

He masturbated me for a while longer until, making a decision, he got up,
there he divested himself and gloriously rampant stood by the couch where I
lay stretched. For a moment I had misgivings, what I saw made me think
twice - he was enormous, long, thick and rigid he jutted and seeing it I
giggled nervously. Noting my concern, he seated beside me, there he took my
hand and guided it to him, now it seemed less threatening as experimentally
I ran fingers up and down its length, on impulse I leaned forward and
kissed it, looking up at him from lowered lashes as I did so.  Now it was
my turn and fascinated, I began masturbating the huge organ pondering the
fact that shortly, it would be easing its way up inside me, pondering the
implications I kissed it again and as I fondled, let my lips open wide
relishing the smooth feel upon my tongue as the head slid in.  I withdrew
and smiling, looked up to signal my readiness.  Now he knelt between my
thighs, the thighs which he'd been busy savouring, reluctantly he shifted
his hands to raise my hips and reaching behind scooped a generous dollop of
lubricant gel, it felt deliciously cool and contained he said, some mild
anaesthetic, the feel of it being inserted was a turn on in itself, I enjoy
a man's fingers there and he seemed to sense this...or was it the cooing
sounds I made?  Now I knew what was coming, I concentrated on relaxation, I
had taken all shapes and sizes but this was the largest by far.....I wanted
it...but could I?

In the end, it was sheer delight, that anaesthetic had obviously done its
work and as I wrapped eager legs around his waist the long journey began, I
gasped at the initial pressure, it just seemed relentless and when he
finally entered me it seemed as though I'd been stretched beyond belief,
then to feel him inching up to fill me as never before had me writhing my
hips.  Up, up it seemed never ending, I remember calling out as I bucked on
that gigantic penis, and still it edged its way up.  Incredibly, there came
an end, it's corded length now embedded in me for its entirety I heard him

"...oh you clever darling, you've taken it all, at first go too, oh you are
a beautiful boy, and...you feel gorgeous in there, you are everything a man
could want...I want you to enjoy this, I want to make you cum, again and
again, you deserve the best, you're lovely, so lovely and sexy..."

So saying my lover began to pleasure me, with the monster now stretching me
far up inside he began a slow dance.  Whether it was size or technique I
don't know but he soon had me panting, at one stage flinging arm across
eyes in ecstasy, I begged him to stop, then in the next breath begged for
more, again, and again, I spurted from my loins to coat his stomach before
subsiding, it wasn't over - I found myself lifted and placed upon my side,
now raising my leg he insinuated himself into me, again that relentless
pressure, again that triumphant bursting through and he was in me once
more, on, and on he enjoyed me, slowly then picking up the pace to rapidly
dart between my eager buttocks, this man was ravishing me, utterly, and - I
enjoyed as never before.  How many times I came I don't know, I only
marvelled at his self control as like some remorseless machine he took me,
thoroughly and with increasing satisfaction. Now he permitted himself the
luxury of release, shudders deep down transmitted themselves to me, again I
orgasmed as his powerful thrusts continued to ride up inside but now he
became erratic, helpless it seemed he abandoned himself to the thrill of
release, clasping me to him tighter and tighter I felt him quiver, shake,
gasp and then in a long moan begin his homage, his warm fluid shot and shot
again I couldn't believe how deeply I had been inseminated as limp and
satisfied I gratefully took what he had.  All was quiet, content and sated
I snuggled back against him, I felt his fingers trace a path through my
hair, then

"My clever pretty, so clever, so lovely - such a gorgeous feeling to be
inside you, and you're so beautiful, the way you move, sexy, so sexy....God
I'm lucky...."

I leaned back langorously and with satisfaction felt him oozing down my
thighs, I felt fully sated - it had been so long since any man had done
this for me, and now he knelt before my parted legs, with his cheek on my
thigh I felt his fingers toying with me before they moved around to caress
the cleft of my buttocks, reflexively I arched and in slipped a finger,
gently he massaged me until suddenly it happened, first stirring languidly
my penis sprang arect.  Here he bent his head to take me in his mouth while
behind...my prostate was being oh so delicately courted - helpless I
abandoned myself to him as the pleasure mounted until, with a long shudder
I found release between his lips.  Now completely spent I lay helpless
before my admirer who now with a soft whistle remarked

"Well, this is some occasion isn't it, how often does some lucky bloke have
a platinum blond writhing on his couch then?  And you know something?
There's something very special about the taste of a blond!"

and leaning down he again took me in his mouth.  So it was that next
morning for the first and certainly not the last time we went in to work
together and there it was in the lobby we bumped into - a friend who was
also a friend of a friend so later it was I who made a 'phone call - to a
sweet elfin boy...who was pining for a certain someone....