Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2012 08:38:40 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: I Wish. Part One.

            This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part One.

     Before I reached my eleventh birthday, I really believed I was a
witch. It was on that day that I found out that I wasn't but that I had a
strange gift of being able to make one wish a year that would turn out to
come true.

     My first recollection of this was after my fifth birthday, just after
I had started school. I saw that another girl had brought a doll to class
and it was one that I had seen in the toyshop in town. Now I had wanted
this doll badly and nearly cried when I found that my birthday presents
were nearly all new clothes as I would now be starting school. There were a
couple of toys but not this doll.

     `Can I play with your doll?' I asked this other girl.

     `No Mandy,' she said, holding it very tight in case I should try to
take it away from her.'

     She called me Mandy for that was my name, well not really, for it had
been shortened from Amanda. Amanda Beatrice Clarkson of 14, Riverside
Drive, Thames Ditton, just south of Hampton Court. A semi detached house
that my father had bought, though sadly, I cannot remember him for he died
when I was two. This had left us in dire straits for father's insurance
wasn't that large and was only just enough to keep up with the mortgage
payments, so mother had to go back out to work. My mother, Angela,
remarried two years later and now had the surname of Twist, which I hated
and refused to answer to, and insisted that my surname was Clarkson.

     She had met my stepfather in the supermarket where she worked in
Kingston, him being the manager there. She had been able to get split
shifts because of having to look after me and though he knew of and had met
me, still asked mother to marry him which she did.

     Okay, the quality of food definitely improved but that was all as far
as I was concerned. I never did take to him, especially when he kept
referring to me as the alphabet kid because of my initials ABC.

     But back to that doll. With being refused to be even allowed to touch
it, I said, `I wish my mother had bought that doll for me.' It was the
usual wistful wish that many children make but it was different for me.

     Two days later after being picked up when school was over for the day
and being driven to my babysitter for mother to go to work, she said she
had another present for me. I looked over onto the back seat to see a
wrapped up parcel and as I was dropped off, it was given to me.

     My heart leapt for joy and tears came to my eyes when I unwrapped it
to find this precious doll that I had wished for. I gave her lots of kisses
for it and promised to be good till she collected me later that evening. I
was over the moon and even had my new doll sitting up at the table with me
as I was given my tea. I treasured that doll for many years.

     My sixth year wish was a foolish one on reflection for I was having my
birthday party with a few friends round and one particular girl was being
rather obnoxious which prompted me to wish that she hadn't come and leave
and never come back.

     Within an hour, she was collected by her parents and a few days later,
the whole family moved and I never saw her again. I can't remember my
seventh year wish but the eighth one haunted me.

     With my mother marrying Donald, for that was my step father's name,
she was soon promoted from the checkout to cashier and became the Assistant
Manager of the supermarket which then meant when she worked late, he came
home so that one of them was on duty as it were.

     It had been his habit, after giving me my tea, to sit me down on his
lap in the sitting room and read to him from the newspaper, correcting my
mispronunciations and answering any queries I had from what I was
reading. But I had come to notice that abstractedly, he now quite often
would stroke my leg as I spoke and I would then start to feel a lump coming
up under my bum from inside his trousers. I never paid much mind to this at
first, but it was beginning to happen too frequently for my liking.

     I got him to stop stroking my leg but he then began to bounce me on
his lap and now, in later years know what he was really doing. He would
make a joke and bounce me on his hardness and it would stop after a big
sigh from him and the lump would subside and disappear. I might have only
been eight years old but I seemed to have started to approach puberty early
for I now had small lumps appearing on my chest which was the beginning of
me getting breasts.

     What with reading of pederasts in the newspapers that I read to him,
I'd also heard from the other girls at school of what some men do to young
girls. Having already been told to never accept sweets and offers of a ride
home by strangers didn't think I would experience what I did in my own
home.

     It was a few days after my birthday and he was home that evening and I
was sitting on his lap as I read to him but this time, whilst bouncing me
up and down on his lap, he put his hand up to my chest and began to rub one
of those small bumps.

     `Stop it!' I cried as I got off his lap. `I know what you're doing!'

     `What do you mean?' he asked, giving himself a bewildered expression
on his face as he couldn't help but rub his crotch to try and settle
himself into a more comfortable position.

     `You're acting like one of those people that I've read in the
papers. A...a...' I struggled for the word and found it. `A pederast!'

     His face turned a different colour and I wasn't prepared for what
happened next, for he lunged out of the chair and smacked me right round
the face and knocked me to the floor.

     `Don't ever think or ever say that again,' he snarled at me as he
towered over me. I struggled up onto my bottom and moved myself back from
him before getting up, my face hurting real bad. He picked up the newspaper
and sat back down in his chair.

     `I hate you,' I cried, as I got near to the door for escape if he
tried to hit me again. `I hate you and wish that you'd walk under a bus!'
With that, tears now flowing freely from my face, ran upstairs to my room
and cried. I didn't mention this to mother but two days later he did just
what I had wished.

     For some reason, he left the supermarket saying he would be out for
five minutes and inside two, he'd been hit by a bus and was pronounced dead
before they even got him to the hospital.

     You can imagine the guilt trip I went through by wishing him to be hit
by a bus and to have it happen. I was distraught for days and really cried
at the funeral wishing that he was back home, but found out that once a
wish had been granted, there was no way of turning the clock back on
something so final.

     Mother was as bad as I was in our tears though for different reasons,
me for wishing him dead and her for losing her second husband inside of ten
years. With her taking the time off work during this fraught period, a
temporary manager was put into the supermarket to keep that place
going. She still had her position to return to after the funeral but now
we'd lost half of the income coming in, so we were back to where we were
six years ago. His insurance, like my father's, was not enough to keep us
in the style to which we had been now accustomed to. Apart from that, we
now didn't get the perk's he used to bring home in the food line.

     Any other amount of wishing during the next year didn't bring about
any changes and it slowly began to dawn on me that maybe I was only being
allowed one wish a year and that seemed to coincide with my birthday. I
went back over my short years and tried to remember what I had wished for,
when and what happened, and could only come up with that answer.

     Having convinced myself of this, it was with some trepidation that I
waited for my ninth birthday and resolved to keep my mouth shut in terms of
wishes until I knew exactly what I would wish for and see if it happened.

     Donald had been dead now for nearly a year when the day arrived and
even though mother scraped up enough money to give me a small party, she
apologised that the presents she gave me were paltry compared to what she
would have loved to have given me. I told her not to worry for you never
know what's round the corner and so when I was alone in my bedroom that
night, I made my wish.

     `I wish we could come into some money so that mother doesn't have to
worry anymore about not having enough.' It was almost like saying a prayer
for I had knelt down by my bed as I said my wish before getting inside and
going to sleep.

     Two days later, I was in the local paper shop getting what they
obviously sold and turning away from the counter saw a scratch card lying
on the floor. I quickly picked it up seeing that it hadn't had the little
silver parts scratched off. I looked round to see if anyone had seen me
pick this ticket up and as no one seemed to take any notice of me, hurried
out and went back home. Was this my wish coming true, I whispered to myself
as I dropped the newspaper on the kitchen table and went up to my bedroom
and laid the card on the bed.

     Golden Chance it had blazed across the top. You can win up to half a
million pounds, it read and thought that would be going too far, but I
would settle for whatever if it was a winning ticket and bring us some
money. It said to remove the seals with a coin or sharp object and so I got
out my nail file and slowly began to scrape off this silver covering of six
numbers.

     I nearly shit bricks when I found that I had five of the six numbers
that had been printed at the bottom. If I'd have been older, I think I
would have had an orgasm, but I still got a sudden burning inside my
stomach when they were revealed. I couldn't wait to scratch off the section
to say what the prize would be for having five out six and gasped when as I
scratched away from right to left and uncovered noughts up to five and then
reveal a one. Ten thousand pounds! That's when I believed I was a witch!

                                                            *

     It's surprising at how little a local library carries on the subject
of witchcraft. I read all ten books and even went as far as reading all of
Dennis Wheatley's books on black magic but came up with nothing that fitted
my case. It took me several years to realise that I wasn't a witch but by
some strange fate just had this one power to be granted one wish every year
from my birth date onward.

     But back to this scratch card, which on closer inspection said that I
had to be sixteen years or over to be able to claim the prize. Which left
me no alternative, well I would have done so anyway, of going downstairs
and giving it to my mother. She gasped after taking it and absorbed what it
said, and gave me a big hug. Then came the questions. Did I buy it or steal
it?

     `No mummy!' I cried. `I found it on the floor.'

     `Well we must give it back to whoever dropped it,' she said. Christ!
She was too honest.

     `I don't know who dropped it,' I cried out in exasperation at giving
her a small fortune. `It could have been anyone, besides if you said that
it was a prize like this, I'll bet that over a hundred people would say
that they had bought and then dropped the ticket.' She saw the logic of
this and accepted that fate had played us a winning card and I mentally
hugged myself at having had my wish come true. This was the conclusive
proof that I was a witch and could wish and get whatever I wanted in
future.

     We spent the whole evening going over what could be done with the
money and all these wild dreams were then put on hold because first we had
to get the money before we could start spending it. It took two weeks but
we finished up with a cheque for that amount and now, having had time to
think, it was parcelled out into various channels, the bulk being kept for
future living expenses, but she set up a small trust fund to help for my
later education, which was ludicrous as time showed.

     I was given a bank account in my name and two thousand was placed
there with the admonishment that it was only to be used in case of dire
necessity. Some was spent on some new clothes and replacing of well worn
furniture and some went towards a holiday for the pair of us.

     It was a frivolous wish that I made on my tenth birthday, but one that
many girls of my age then would make. I wished that I would grow up to be
an intelligent and beautiful woman and have excellent health. By not having
quite reached puberty, it took some time to show that this wish had been
granted though the intelligence began straight away.

     I was quick to grasp what I was being taught in school and even got
called brainy bonce by coming top of the class every year thereafter. My
body had also started to fill out but was still a couple of years adrift of
having to wear a bra. In spite of being called the brainy one, I was
reasonably popular amongst my classmates and thoroughly enjoyed that year
at school.

     At eleven and now coming to the conclusion that I wasn't really a
witch, I began to have serious thoughts about what I should wish for on my
birthday and after seeing quite a few films of famous film stars, wished,
that after I finally left school, that I would become famous. I didn't
really want to go too far in what I would become famous for, but sort of
made it an open ended one to see which way I would go in regards to my
education. So it was a wish that was being held in abeyance for several
years as we had money in the bank, a mother who loved me and had many
friends now at school, I was quite happy as I was at that time.

     My wishes at twelve, thirteen and fourteen were of no account to my
story except to say that I was regarded at the school as being destined for
greater things by being the star pupil for so long. These past wishes had
helped me except for one which was asked for in error, which was so stupid,
said in the heat of the moment, but thankfully, no harm came from it.

     At my fifteenth birthday party which I had many of my friends attend
and I'm pleased to say that you might think it was a wasted wish, but I
wished all of them present that they enjoyed a happy healthy life and to be
successful in all that they would do in the future.

     Let me digress a moment by saying that at the party were four boys and
six girls. One boy became Prime Minister, one a business tycoon and one an
adviser to a sheik in Saudi. The last died in an accident that nobody could
have foreseen. Of the six girls, three married millionaires, one became a
top pop star and sold many records, the other two were happily married with
children, one to a lawyer and one to a doctor.

     So I did something right for them with that particular birthday wish
though it would have been nice if they really had known how they got where
they did because of that party. But, well, that's life. Maybe they would
have done it all the same, who knows.

     For my sixteenth birthday, mother and I celebrated it alone. She took
me out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and I was even allowed to have two
glasses of wine. Not only was this for my birthday but also for the fact
that I had been accepted at a university because I finished up, as usual,
the top pupil with the highest marks ever recorded for the school.

     Mother had made it quite clear to the restaurant that it was my
birthday and so, during the meal, a birthday cake was brought out and even
the other diners joined in singing that usual famous tune. I was red faced
as I sat there with everyone singing and getting lots of cheers and good
wishes after it finished. Still flushed, I blew out the candles and mother
touched my hand.

     `Make a wish darling,' she said. I then made a wish, verbally, so that
it would happen, but didn't give it enough thought before I uttered the
words.

    `I wish that we will always be happy and that I can find a man to love
me as much as father must have done to marry you,' I said, holding her hand
and saw the tears come to her eyes as I reminded her of who she had lost
those fourteen years ago. Little did I think that that wish would backfire
on me by having more men love me than I could cope with.

                                                            *

     I lost my virginity within two weeks of starting at my university
because of this wish. I absolutely besotted my English teacher in this
short time. Part of the blame I can lay to my wish to be beautiful and now
at sixteen, I had breasts that had to be seen to be believed and I found
that the bra's made up to my size were most restrictive and uncomfortable
and so didn't wear one. Mind you, wearing a low cut blouse didn't help in
drawing men and all the other male students to me like moths to a
candle. Even though I was only sixteen, I was invited out to many a party
and dance where age didn't seem to matter in respect of drinking. I was
thankful that I hadn't taken up smoking for it was then easy to avoid being
offered to have a puff on a cigarette that was really hash of some sort or
another.

     I took my drinks in moderation and I found that with every man I
danced with, I would find that his crotch would be pressed up close to my
groin for me to feel exactly what I used to feel from my late stepfather.

     I didn't get to that age without having seen pictures circulated by
the other girls of what a man looked when naked and fully aroused. We used
to laugh over these and wondered, silently of course, what it would be like
to have this suddenly presented to us and how would we react if it ever
happened.

     I was both disgusted and yet, at the same time fascinated when one
night at a party, I was kissing this boy and after some fumbling by him, my
hand was taken, and put down to feel that what he'd pulled out of his
trousers. It took me a moment to realise that my fingers had involuntary
closed round an erect male penis. The disgusting part was in the way of
this first time of me handling a man's erection but the fascination was
that in spite of it being so hard, it had a silky feel to the skin that
covered that hard flesh. It also moved so smoothly that it could have been
just recently oiled as I again, without thinking, rubbed it.

     When I realised what I was doing, dropped my hold of it and quickly
drew back knowing that I must have had a look of horror on my face. For he
stuttered some incomprehensive words as I watched him trying to get himself
back inside his trousers before anyone else could see and quickly
disappeared into the throng. So much for my wish to have a man love me for
it looked as though I was going to be inundated with men trying to make
this part come true.

     I reflected later in bed that night that sometime in the near future,
I was going to come up against this again and that I shouldn't be a prude
and react as I had that evening. While having these thoughts of touching my
first cock, I got a warm glow in my lower stomach and found myself touching
parts of me that I'd never really given much thought to before. Doing this
and remembering how it felt to have that boy's prick in my hand increased
my desire to want to be able to touch another one and wondered what it
would be like to have one such as that pushed up inside me which I knew
would happen one day. I had biology lessons and read some books on sex as
well as seeing pictures of couples having it together. I fell asleep
dreaming that one day my prince would come.

                                                           *

     He wasn't a prince, but the English teacher. I'd already delighted him
in the fact that I was further advanced than he'd expected in one so young,
so he said, when he asked if he could see me after lessons to see just how
far I would go.

     I didn't pick up on the innuendo at the time, and like a lamb to the
slaughter, I went to his rooms on only my second week there. It started off
innocuous enough with him asking me what and who I had read and found that
I had read more than him in respect of quite some obscure author's on the
subject of the English language.

     He went on to say that we would have to have private sessions for I
was more advanced than the others of my class and he would be honoured if I
would teach him at the same time. Again, I didn't pick up on where he was
really going. I accepted a drink which turned out to be a gin and tonic and
this then became my favourite tipple in later years.

     I can't quite remember how we finished up kissing each other on the
sofa in his room, but kissing we were and after having had two, or was it
three drinks, I didn't object when his hand came up and began to fondle one
breast before tackling the other. Neither did I object when he pushed my
hand down to feel his trouser front and felt a very hard lump being
contained there.

     I was loving his kisses and attention to my breasts and felt rather
heady at the warm glowing feelings I was getting down below as he caressed
and gently squeezed one breast at a time. Neither did I object when he
pulled one of them free from my blouse and begin to kiss, suck and nibble
on the nipple.

     His own hand pulled down the zipper on his trousers and pushed my hand
to the opening which I widened by putting my hand inside and found that he
was as hard as that other one that I had felt.

     Let's blame it on the drinks I had taken, for I pulled him out and
felt it really throb and pulsate in my hand and automatically began to move
my hand up and down on this hard piece of flesh inside its silken sheath.

     `Oh God,' he breathed out between kisses and his hand left my breast
and went down and up under my skirt. I was beginning to burn down there so
didn't stop his fingers from pushing aside the gusset of my panties and
couldn't help but give out a gasp as they entered me.

     The sensation was incredible as they explored every intimate part of
me there, so much so that my thighs came together to hold his hand
there. It also triggered more heat inside my body and my hand began to move
even faster on his erection.

      I knew then that with what he was doing with his fingers I wanted
what I had in my hand to take their place, but I had by then under his
ministrations, lost control of myself and let him take over completely. So
when he cried out that enough was enough, he shifted his body away from me
so that he slipped out of my grasp and he left me panting there for I knew
not what.

     It wasn't long before I found out for his hands had now started to
pull my panties down after having pushed my skirt up to my waist. I was
like putty in hands and couldn't even if I had wanted to, stop him from
where he was going. I felt the cool air around my private parts that were
no longer private but open to view with my legs being pushed apart. Time
was irrelevant at this phase of the seduction, for just a moment he left me
and the next he was back on the sofa with me minus his trousers and his
hard prick pressing up against my thigh.

     He was then on top of me, kissing me with such abandon that I couldn't
help but reciprocate and didn't object as my blouse was pulled right down
to reveal both breasts now for him to kiss and suck on the nipples before
he went further down and kissed my stomach. Not knowing where we were going
from there, I was aching down below for him to use his fingers again for he
had excited me that much, but got a shock when he kept on moving and I had
his tongue take their place.

     I jolted as if from an electric shock having that incredible feeling
that I received, sending all kinds of tingly things run up through my
body. To know and feel that tongue of his run round the inner lips of my
sex before darting back and forth into the entrance of my vagina. Well,
when he hit my clitoris, I nearly went through the roof and now used my
hands on his head to try and push him to do more to excite me further
still.

     It went that far that I was now wide legged and begging for him to
enter and fuck me such were my insides in such a turmoil and somehow knew
that only his cock could assuaged the feelings that I had.

     `Now! Now!' I pleaded. `Put it in!'

     He quickly moved up over me and I felt him trembling as I felt his
prick touched me between my thighs and I must have been exuding some juices
for it just seemed to slide up my thigh and into me and then just after
entering me, he paused as he came up against an obstruction.

     `No!' he cried, but I was now frantic to have him and pulled him
forward and felt him break through that irreparable barrier that denoted
that I was a virgin.

    `You didn't tell me,' he gasped as he slid right inside and filled me
completely with his throbbing prick which after that short spasm of pain
was a welcoming balm to my insides.

     `It doesn't matter now,' I said as I smiled up at him and lifted my
legs higher and able to get another inch or so of him inside me. `It's what
I've been waiting for, so what's broken can't be mended,' I said as my arms
went up and held his shoulders as he was poised above me. `Now show me what
is supposed to happen once you've broken through the barrier.' He gave me a
wan smile before he began to move and I was now having my first experience
of intercourse in its sexual context.

     I loved the way his cock ploughed my furrow and was getting to enjoy
it and the new sensations I was experiencing and knew that there was more
to come. He was humping away at me and I think we were both enjoying it
when he asked me the question.

     `Are you taking the pill?' he gasped in the middle of his thrusting
inside of me.

     `No,' I gasped back, my eyes closed at the moment, savouring the
pleasure I was getting.

     `Oh Shit!' he exclaimed and pulled right out of me and fell onto my
body, his throbbing cock now squashed between our stomachs. My eyes flew
open at this sudden loss of what I was loving and saw him screw his eyes
shut as he shuddered on me and felt his sperm squish out as he kept on
jerking as he came between our bodies. `I'm sorry. I'm sorry,' he kept
repeating as he didn't seem to stop from sending more out to join the
coagulating mess. `I didn't know you were a virgin and not on the pill,' he
got out as he finally came to a stop on top of me. `Why didn't you tell
me?'

     `Why didn't you ask before we started?' I replied, still holding him
and not at all worried that he'd come where he did, but missed feeling
having him come inside me.

     `I...well...I just got carried away and didn't think to ask,' he
finished lamely.

     `If I'd told you I was a virgin, you might not then have done what you
did, so I'm glad that I never said anything,' I said as I pulled his head
down so that I could kiss the man who had just turned me from a girl into a
woman. `Now let's get cleaned up and you can do it again with one of those
rubber things.'

     `A condom,' he said abstractedly as he gazed down at me. `Mandy. You
are the best thing in the world that's ever happened to me, but you're
right. I'm sorry for the mess I've made of us both,' he said as he eased
himself up of me, his cock which I could now see clearly for the first
time, had a big fiery head that glistened with his sperm and I looked in
awe that I had been able to take one that size inside without it doing
damage to me.

     Too soon it disappeared from my sight as he went off to what must have
been his bathroom for I heard the sound of running water and I looked down
to see the milky white coating across my stomach before he quickly wiped it
off with a damp cloth that he'd brought back with him. His prick I noticed
was now somewhat deflated and hung rather limply between his legs and made
him look slightly ridiculous with it peeping out between the two halves of
his shirt that he was still wearing.

     But then I looked down at myself and saw the way I must appear to
him. Legs half open with my skirt up to my waist showing the pubic hairs
between my thighs, my tits exposed with my blouse down round my waist. I
couldn't have looked a pretty sight I can tell you, and as if to give this
a lie he spoke up.

     `You look absolutely gorgeous laying there like that.'

     `Well I don't think so,' I said sitting up, my breasts really moving
heavily about as I did so.

     `Your breasts are...are...well, truly magnificent, as well as what
else I can see,' he got out with a slight stutter. `You'd would knock the
Venus De Milo into shame if you were to ever pose in the nude.'

     `Do you really think so?' I asked rather stupidly but still somewhat
flattered.

     `I think the Art Master would cream his pants quicker than I did when
I first saw you if you were ever to be one of the models in his class.'

     This intrigued me enough to listen to hear more on this, but he didn't
enlarge on what he had said but took off his shirt so that now, apart from
his socks, he was near enough completely naked as he came and sat down next
to me.

     `Shall we try again later with a condom?' he asked as he began to
unbutton my blouse and had it off before I had time to answer him. I looked
down at his wilted member and wondered if there would be a next time while
I was still there in his rooms. He saw where I was looking and gave a short
laugh.

     `It won't take long before he's up and ready again,' he said as he was
now undoing the clips to my skirt. What the hell, I thought, we've already
gone and done it once, why not twice I said to myself as I raised up my
hips and let him pull my skirt off me so that I was completely naked.

     `I've said it once and I'll say it again, you are absolutely beautiful
and have the body to go with it.' He took me into his arms and kissed me
and gently pushed me back to my original position and began to caress my
body now that it was free of clothing. I loved the way his hands roved over
my body and wished that this night could last forever then gave out a
little laugh that I'd already used up this year's wish.

     `Don't you have a bed rather than this cramped sofa?' I asked him in
between kisses.

     `Of course Mandy,' he said, getting up straight away and held my hand
as he helped me up from the depths of the sofa, and without letting go of
me, led me through to his bedroom. It was a very austere room having just
the bed, one small wardrobe, a chest of drawers and one bedside table that
held a lamp and a small alarm clock.

     `Very functional,' I said as I surveyed the room as I was led to the
bed.

    `Well it's only used for sleeping in and I must say now, that you are
the first female ever to be in this room. Apart for the weekly cleaning
lady that is,' he added hastily.

     I got onto the bed closely followed by him who immediately turned me
onto my back to kiss me again. I could feel his limp dick against my thigh
and broke off the kissing to ask him, `How long does it take before, er,
before, you are ready again?'

     `Well,' he began, moving off me and onto his side, our faces still
within inches of each other. `That depends on whatever stimulation I get,
so the time can vary quite considerably.'

     `What do you mean by the stimulation that you get?' I asked. I was as
green as that in regards to sex.

     `Oh,' and his face went a little red. `I did some stimulation on you
earlier by going down and tonguing, kissing and licking you. This aroused
you enough for you to tell me when you were ready to receive me.' His eyes
were bright as he looked at me as I said that I understood what he'd said,
for it was true. I loved having his tongue and fingers inside me and I did
reach a point where I wanted him inside me. `Now with a man. It's slightly
different for he, or me in this case, is in no fit condition at the moment
to give you any satisfaction whatsoever without any form of
stimulation. One way which takes quite some time is for me to keep on
kissing and fondling your breasts to try and rouse myself up again, but you
would become very frustrated in it taking so long as it would if I was to
go down on you. Me going down and using my mouth and tongue is called
cunnilingus.

     I went down on you to stimulate your senses for I was already aroused,
but now, it's the other way round for it's me that needs the stimulus to
come erect in so short a time.'

     I'm not that stupid to see where he was coming from, but went along
with it to hear what he would say to my question.

     `In other words, if I want you again quite soon, like in the next few
minutes, you want me to go down on you?' I asked quite guilelessly.

     `In a nutshell, yes, though I think you've never done this kind of
thing before,' he stated.

     `That's right,' I replied.

     `Well you go down and take it in your mouth to suck and tease with
your tongue and teeth, though be careful with those and for heaven's sake,
don't bite,' he said with a laugh, `or I'll be no good for anyone then.' I
didn't pick up on the word anyone, for it was a year later before I found
out he was actually bi-sexual and also had sex with men as well as women.

     `What if it starts to come out like it did on my stomach?' I asked.

     `It won't I assure you. We'll stop when it's fully up and we'll use it
properly, now go down and see if you can rouse it up to strength.' As I
started to move down the bed, I saw his feet still inside his socks.

     `Can I take your socks off first. It's looks silly with you lying
there still wearing them and it's putting me off?' He laughed and told me
to go ahead and so I pulled them off his feet first and now I was looking
up at his completely naked body and could see his limp dick lying there
between his legs that he opened for me to move in and half lay across one
thigh.

     I looked at it being just a few inches from my face and gently put a
finger underneath and lifted it up to see the head part curl over the
finger it was that soft. It was about three to four inches long and had the
loose skin at the top that puckered towards the top and I could just see
the eye of the head itself inside.

     In for a penny I said to myself and moved a little bit closer as I
lifted his dick up and took him into my mouth. I was able to get the whole
thing in and my nose went into his bush and I got my first proper smell of
a man and the strange odour which I came to recognise as that of sex. It
was distinctive and not unpleasant and neither was having his limp cock in
my mouth either.

     I was able to roll the head around in my mouth and even get my tongue
under the foreskin and lick it all the way round. I heard him give out a
groan as I did so and as he didn't pull out guessed it must have been one
of pleasure, so I carried on sucking. I even brought my teeth down to
nibble gently just beneath the head which brought forth another groan and
then found that this limp piece of flesh started to get harder and
bigger. There was more substance to it now and it was like having a soft
piece of rubber to suck and chew on.

     As it got bigger, it was slowly forcing its way out of my mouth and my
nose away from his pubics as I didn't actually like it touching the back of
my throat for it made me want to gag. With it emerging from my mouth I
found that I could now take hold of the base with my hand and so began to
gently move it up and down as I bobbed my head on his head as I sucked and
teased it.

     I was quite enjoying this event and having the power to raise him up
like this and then let go with my hand to feel his testicle bag which I
hadn't seen as yet but knew that all men had them. I also knew that this
was the most vulnerable part of a man and had to be handled carefully. I
held the sac lightly and rolled what felt like small plums inside being
most careful as I did so.

     The head of his cock I could now feel throbbing inside my mouth and
guessed that he was almost ready and it was only after a few more sucks
that he asked me to stop.

     I let go of his balls and held the base of his cock once again as I
lifted my head up and looked down at what I'd been sucking on. The foreskin
was stretched back tight round half of the glistening head, shining in the
light from my saliva. Half exposed was the head that was now three times
the size that it had been and look a fiery angry red and yet almost purple
in colour due to the blood I assumed that was being pumped into it. I could
feel this throb being transmitted through his shaft to my hand and now saw
that it was at least seven inches long and felt rock hard. Yet the outer
skin was still as soft as silk and easily moved over the strong muscle that
it covered.

     He sat up and I let go so that he could put his condom down over the
head and then unroll it down the length of his erect penis.

     I had got a warm glow in my stomach when I first took him into my
mouth but now I had quite a fire well alight inside me and hoped that his
tool would now put this fire out.

     I moved up the bed and he rolled me over onto my back and I opened my
legs for him to get between, his rubber covered cock swaying from side to
side as he moved and he smiled down at me before he moved his body and came
up over me. At the same time, I felt his piece slide up my thigh and into
my wet, waiting sex.

     It was lovely to feel him slide in and fill me until our lower bodies
met and he could go no further. He took his weight up off me and rested
himself on his elbows and gave me that smile again which I returned and
reached up and put my hands round his shoulders as he began to move. It was
much better this time now that my hymen wasn't a barrier any longer.

     He slid his cock in and out of me in a piston like way, lubricated
with my juices and I could feel the heat from it and loved the way it
throbbed and beat a tattoo to my insides as he moved.

     `You've made me a very happy man in letting me do this to you and
giving me the honour of being your first,' he said without losing his
rhythm.

     `I'm happy too for I'm loving what you're doing to me,' I said and I
meant it, for I was really enjoying the sensations his rampant cock were
giving to my insides.

     But it didn't last for he leaned more over me as he began to move
faster and gave out a groan as his body went rigid with only his hips still
pushing but now ramming harder up to my pubic bones as I'm sure I felt the
head of his cock swell that bit more inside me as he came.

     He was no longer fucking me but more like stabbing me in short sharp
jerks as he spent himself into the condom, but I loved this hard coming
together of our bodies and held him tight during his coming throes. With a
last gasp, he relaxed himself and laid himself down onto my chest, feeling
the sweat come off him to smear that of mine that I could feel running down
between my breasts.

     Though not moving himself, I could still feel his cock twitch and
throb inside me and I in turn, used my inside muscles to keep giving him a
squeeze now and then.

     We lay joined together like that for about the same amount of time we
had whilst he was fucking me before he gave out a groan and lifted himself
back up onto his elbows.

     `Mandy. That was absolute heaven, I thank you,' he said with a lovely
smile as he began to ease himself backwards and I felt him start to pull
out.

     `No,' I cried as I felt the sudden loss of him and the cold air waft
around my parts as I began to shrink back to normal size. This was the
worst part of sex at having that flesh pull out as opposed to the pleasure
of having it enter, not yet having had the thrill of an orgasm to compete.

     He gave me a wan smile in answer to my pout as he got off the bed, his
cock still erect but just starting to droop now. I watched it move as he
walked off to the bathroom and looked at his bed side clock and saw that it
was time for me to get going. So I too got up and started to collect my
things, finding that they were all in his sitting room and began to get
dressed.

     `Must you go so soon Mandy?' he asked, coming into the room still
naked.

     `I'm afraid so, Ronald,' I replied, for that was his name, Ronald
Tander, a name I will never forget being the man who made me into a
woman. `I think three hours on English revision is a bit over the
top. People will be starting to talk if I stay any longer.'

     `Oh Mandy,' he said as he came over to me at the door and took me into
his arms. `You will come again, won't you?' he asked with a pleading look
in his eyes.

     `Yes Ronald,' I said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. `It was
lovely and I would like to do it again soon. Thank you for having me.' As
soon as I said it, I realised the double meaning of that phrase and started
to laugh. He did too as I let myself out into the corridor, still chuckling
to myself as I went off to my room that I shared with another girl by the
name of Penelope Myles, though she preferred to be called Penny. She was a
year older than me as were the rest of the first year students. It was my
other school grades that got me into University a year ahead of the normal
age of acceptance. It was two months before I found out she was a lesbian.

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