Rock'n'Roll Lifestyle

Chapter 3

By wc63

"This is how I became submissive." she told him quietly. He bent his ear down to her, and she cupped her hand around it and spoke so softly that a person two feet away could not have overheard what she said. She began to move softly up and down on him as she spoke;

"I learned to skate when I was four, and started figure skating classes when I was six. When I was twelve I won the city championships, and placed sixth at the state finals. Not just for my age group, but against all other female figure skaters in Washington. I wanted to win an Olympic medal. But there were at least three girls in Washington alone that were like, just better than I was.

"So my coach suggested I try pairs skating, and said I probably had a better chance to be internationally competitive there because I'm small. See, pairs skaters used to be normal sized, but now ice dancers are because they only dance. But in pairs skating he lifts her over his head, and he throws her, and the lifts and throws kept getting tougher, and now all the pairs skaters are really big guys and really little girls. So anyway, she says I should try this and that she had this guy named Lance she'd been working with. He'd played a lot of hockey but he couldn't shoot the puck very well, and he'd done all right in gymnastics until he got too big. He wasn't big like you, but at seventeen years old he was six foot two and a hundred and eighty pounds, and that's too big for gymnastics. He was a natural at figure skating, though. And he was really competitive, intense, you know? He was a senior in high school, and he was very popular, his girlfriend was a cheerleader, and she looked like a playboy model. I was twelve, in junior high, but he always had respect for me because I was a more successful athlete at that point than he was. He treated me like his little buddy, but I had such a crush on him I could hardly talk to him. I could still concentrate on skating, though, and we did good. I never got over my crush on him, but I got used to it. Some of the dance moves were so romantic, ballroom stuff like where I'd be skating backwards and he'd lower me in this big dip and hold me close and pretend to kiss me. When we were practicing alone I'd really kiss him, just press my closed lips against his really lightly. We never even moved our lips, but we were supposed to hold our mouths a quarter inch away from each other, so I was always worried that he'd ask me to stop, but he never even mentioned it.

"It took me a while to get used to the fact that he had to touch me everywhere, that he couldn't really lift me and throw me and do all the other moves unless he did. It's funny, all of us girls wore these tiny spandex body stockings, we're practically naked, these big guys are grabbing us everywhere and nobody says anything. There was this one move where he put his hand between my legs and lifted me over his head and held me there on one straightened arm. It's supposed to be a move that demonstrates his strength. We never wore panties 'cuz they'd make panty lines, just tights, like leotards, you know? And not even them when the rink was warm, so I know he can feel all my little pussy parts and my ass with his hand through the one layer of spandex, but he was always totally professional about it. My coach says `Just sit on his hand and he lifts you', but I always kind of half expected everybody to suddenly realize, and go: Hey! They can't do that! She's twelve and he's holding her by the crotch!"

She giggled. "And if you fell you'd brush the snow off your front while your partner brushed the snow off your back and ass. Everybody did it, it was accepted like football players patting each other's asses, but he always slapped the snow off my ass a little harder than he had to. It was like he wanted to make sure no one thought he was trying to feel me up. And I kinda liked it.

"Anyway, about a week after I turned thirteen we made a pact in blood, with a pin, that we'd win the next state championship. I'd come up with this radical maneuver where he threw me up in the air and I did a double spin and he caught me, and he turned the motion of catching me into an outward throw, and I did two and a half spins and landed on one skate going backwards with my other leg and my arms held out. We went to the rink after school to practice it without telling the coach what we were going to do. I wore skates, socks, sweat-bands, and a little black bodysuit like the one I wore tonight, only not transparent and with butt coverage. Nothing else. There were some girls playing ringette on half the rink but they were almost done. We worked on the mechanics for a while, and then we gave it a try. After a couple of tries we could get all the way through it, except when he threw me at the end I kept under-rotating. I'd catch an edge and land on my ass and slide into the boards.

"Well, if you skate, you fall. If you push your limits you fall a lot, and you usually land on your behind, so it wasn't unusual for me to be slammed on my butt fifteen times a day. But this was a big throw, and Lance thought I was under-rotating because he wasn't throwing me hard enough, so we kept trying, and he started to get mad at himself. We tried it and tried it, and he threw me harder and harder, but I was still under-rotating, so I just flew through the air farther and faster before I'd catch the edge, slam on my butt, slide across the ice and pile into the boards. After a while my behind was so sore and cold I was almost crying, and the rest of me was getting pretty sore and bruised from slamming into the boards, but by that time he was so choked at himself that he was beet red in the face. I wasn't even a girl to him at that point, just an object he couldn't seem to throw right, and I didn't want to tell him I wanted to stop because I was afraid he would get really mad at me.

"After fourteen tries he'd worn a hole in the ice at his launch point, and the ringette players had been gone for a while so we switched to the other end of the ice. And we go through the sequence, and he throws me. I must've gone twenty feet through the air. I land, catch the edge, slam really hard on my ass, slide feet first thirty feet across the ice and slam into the boards. The thing is, there's way more snow on the ice because of the ringette players than there ever is when we practice, and after I'd slid feet first across the ice for thirty feet I had a ten inch pile of snow piled up in front of my crotch, and it had forced it's way into the leg holes of my suit till it was just full. It was in my ass and in my pussy, and when I hit the boards I didn't have the leg strength to keep my crotch from hitting the boards too, so this snow just got slammed into me and into my ass. For a second I thought I'd lost my virginity to a lump of snow, and the bottom of my suit's just packed with it.

"Well, I just lost it. I started screaming and crying hysterically. I got to my feet, but I was freaking out so bad, all I can do is hop from one foot to the other and wave my hands in front of me and scream and cry. My whole bottom end was just burning aching pain and freezing cold.

"Lance skates over to me, and he's like; `What's wrong, what is it?', but I'm just freaking so I can't tell him. I grab his shirtfront with both hands and bury my face in his chest and he starts to check me for injuries when he realizes what it is. I'm standing there up on the toes of my skates with my legs spread, leaning against him and crying, and he just reaches into the legs of my suit and starts to clean all the snow out of it. He cleaned all the snow out, he even got the bit that was inside me out with his fingertip. He never did anything about the snow that was shoved up my bum, but I don't think he realized it was there. He must've thought I was going to get frostbite or something, my skin must've felt really cold, 'cuz after he got all the snow out he started rubbing my pussy and ass really firmly, inside my suit, like he was trying to restore my circulation, and it was just what I needed. I was starting to get warm and it was feeling really good, when I realized that something was happening to me. It freaked me out so much I stopped crying, like suddenly, in the middle of a yell. He gave me another couple of rubs, and then it hit me.

"It was my first orgasm. My mind was totally blown because I had no idea what was happening to me. Of course Lance realized something was going on, so he stopped rubbing me. I wasn't into that, and before I realized it I was trying to rub myself against his hand. He whips his hands out of my suit like my pussy had zapped him with electricity. And then I, I... (oh god I can't believe I did this)... I started humping his leg. He starts freaking out, and telling me to get off him, and yelling about how if anybody sees this his life is ruined. I was totally ashamed of myself but I couldn't stop, and I started crying again. He tries to pull me off him but I won't let go, and he almost lost his balance, so then he gets mad at me. He starts spanking me, really pounding my totally aching butt, and yelling `get the fuck off me, get the fuck off' over and over, and I just keep crying and rubbing myself on his leg and coming and coming. Finally he throws me off and I just lay there on my side on the ice for another minute or so, crying and rubbing my pussy with both hands till I finished coming. It was the most intense one I ever had, until tonight. He just stares at me till I'm done and skates off without a word.

"I masturbated for the first time that night, thinking about him rubbing me and spanking me, and every night after that for weeks. To this day no matter when I think about it, I feel a little ashamed, and a little excited. In fact, I think I'm going to come right now..." And she did.

He held her gently and stroked her hair till she was done, and just when he was about to speak she said;

"And that's how I became submissive."

"What happened?" he asked her softly.

"What? How do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, did you ever see him again?"

"Oh. Oh yah, we both showed up for practice the next day, but our coach knew something was wrong 'cuz me and Lance couldn't look each other in the face. I told her what happened with the throw, but I told her that I'd had to stop 'cuz I hurt so bad. I was covered in bruises. She went up one side of us and down the other. She called us stupid, stubborn shits for ever working on a new move without her knowledge and supervision. She asked him how the hell he could be such a cruel bastard as to throw a twelve-year-old girl into the boards fifteen times in a row. (I'd turned thirteen but I wasn't going to interrupt her) She asked me how I could be such a stupid, self-destructive little bitch as to let this galoot throw me into the boards fifteen times in a row. She started me on a new weight-training program so I could pull my arms in against more centrifugal force to spin faster. She started him working on throwing me with a higher rate of spin, instead of halfway across the arena. Two months later that move was the centerpiece of the routine that won us the state finals. And we never talked about what happened that day. Ever."

"Wow. Excellent. Did you go to the Olympics?"

"No." she laughed. "The next off-season Lance got his girlfriend pregnant. He quit school and went to work for his dad's plumbing company, now they have three kids, a house, and a pickup truck. I got these, and now I don't spin right any more." She lifted her breasts a little, let them drop with a bounce. "It's just as well, we wouldn't have made it anyway."

"What makes you say that?" he asked. "How do you know?"

"You can win the state championship if you work on it twenty to thirty hours a week." she stated. "You can't win an Olympic medal without forty to fifty hours of work a week, and you have to stay totally focused on skating at all times. I needed more in my life than just the inside of ice rinks. I don't regret it, I went as far with it as I should have. Besides, at that point there were over seven hundred pairs of skaters in the world ranked higher than us. To truly be the best in the world, God, you have no idea how hard that is in something that's judged objectively. I worked hard enough that I was good, damn good, but I never had that pure, child-prodigy talent to go with the work, and it takes both to win the gold."

"Hmmm." He took a long pause to try to sort his thoughts. "My mind is so blown, I don't know what to think. You keep making me feel two totally opposite things at the same time. In a way, I'm so glad I had you tell me all of that. Your adolescent crush, your first orgasm, your entire skating career, how you became submissive. More than I bargained for. Such a... personal... intimate? Intimate thing to share with me. I do feel like I know you a little. Understand you a little. And it makes me feel... safer. More comfortable. But on the other hand, I feel like I pried into your personal life, like I violated you a little."

"Wow." She said quietly. "That must be how you felt. When I told you about the, the investigation. Violated. Oh Corey, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She started to cry.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. Really it is." he soothed. "I'm kind of surprised I feel this way, frankly, but it's all right. Look at me." He lifted her face with a finger under her chin. "I forgive you." She sniffed a couple of times.

"Really?" she asked.

"Really. And I'll never tell anyone what you told me, I promise. Do you forgive me?"

"Oh, thank you Corey, thank you." she sobbed her happiness into his shoulder. Tears still running down her face, she kissed her way up to his ear and whispered in it;

"I always forgive you, Corey. Unconditionally, in advance, for anything you do. Always."

"Shhh." he whispered quietly in her ear.

"It seems so strange." she whispered back. "That we've had this whole conversation. While we were having sex."

"Yah." he murmured. "Strange. Hang on."

He stood up, holding her close against him. She locked her ankles behind him, and laid her head back on his shoulder.

He began moving around the room with subtle movements like he was dancing with her, in a tango-ballroom kind of way. He hummed a complex and haunting melody in the flamenco scale.

She could feel his immensity moving inside her a little with every step he took, her clitoris rubbing against him with every bounce. It felt so good she wanted to make sure he felt something just as great. She tried to give his dick a little squeeze in time to his tune. She wasn't sure which muscles would feel the most effective to him, so she tried to squeeze him with her whole lower body. She couldn't flex or release very fast, so she tried doing each for two beats, and found her rhythm: Squeeze, and, release, and, squeeze, and, release, and... She began squeezing him with everything she had, butt, groin, and stomach muscles, exhaling strongly and flexing her whole body on the squeeze, inhaling deeply and relaxing totally on the release. It felt so good he could hardly continue, but he did.

He began stroking on the squeeze only; out slowly for two beats on the squeeze, hold it out for two beats on the release, in slowly for two beats on the squeeze, hold it in for two beats on the release, over and over. Then he added a big dip, and a deep tongue kiss with a firm hug, and repeated it every fourth measure. She began a low moaning on every exhale.

The thrusting urge came upon him again, suddenly, and this time he did not deny it. He turned her over roughly as he took four long, quick strides to the big armchair. He set her facing the back of the chair with her knees and shins on the arms, her hands on the chair back. He held her hips in an iron grip with his feet wide apart. He bent low over her back and began fucking her viciously, with every bit of energy his body possessed. He growled loudly and dangerously on every stroke, like a lion fighting another for a bone. He began leaning on her back, and she had to lower herself to her elbows. He thrust into her in a frenzy, with fast, full length strokes that impacted her enough to knock her body forward five inches with every one, only to have him pull her back for the next one.

He let go of her hips, and his every thrust lifted her knees from the arms of the chair, leaving her suspended in compression between her elbows on the chair back and her bum against him. She had to be careful to get her knees back on the chair arms when he pulled back, and had a hard time of it as she was so distracted by what she was feeling. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing, rubbing and pulling on them roughly; his strength only contained enough that he only hurt her a little. Her cries of passion climbed till she was at the top of her lungs, just pitched low enough to not be screams.

Something new happened to her then, an orgasm, but as different from any orgasm she'd ever had as her first orgasm had been different from all that had happened before. A flood of her fluids flowed from her, was squeezed from around his plunging cock to drip off his balls. She completely lost control of her motions as the pleasure drove her to the edge of sanity, collapsing to her chest on the chair-back as her body surrendered itself to convulsions.

He'd recognized the signs from the first tell tale flow around his dick, and suddenly he had the urge to give this girl all the stimulation her body could register, to try to completely overload her with sensation and pleasure. He laughed a growling, evil little chuckle deep in his chest. Still thrusting, he wrapped his arm around her, just under her breasts, and lifted her enough to tuck her knees together and lower them to the seat of the chair. Holding her torso upright and leaning back against him a little, he mauled her breasts with one hand and her pussy around his cock with the other, pressing hard with his fingers as he frantically rubbed her pubes and clitoris. He pulled his cock out till only the head was still in, then lifted his hips till his shaft forced it's way into the lower part of the crack of her ass, his shaft bent almost painfully up where the head was still stuck in her. To her, his cock felt like a log between her thighs. He slammed it into her from directly behind rather that below her. His cock almost buckled as the head slammed into her little G-spot in the front of her pussy, just behind her pubic bone, and finally skidded upward to make the biggest bump yet on her tummy slide right up almost to her belly button. His dick was bent upward at almost a right angle where it went into her, but he didn't care. In this position her pussy lips and her ass were getting maximum stimulation, squeezed so tightly around his cock by her closed thighs, and her g-spot got maximum stimulation on every stroke as his cock-head butted against it with all his rigidity. As his hands roughed her breasts and clit, his lips and tongue roughed her neck and ears. He could think of no more ways to simultaneously stimulate her.

As this novel new orgasm was blasting through her body, her clitoris seemed to explode, and her normal orgasm piled onto the one she was already having. It was far too intense for her to bear, she thought it was more intense than anyone could withstand. She felt a wave of panic seize her, and she knew she was about to freak out, to scream, to fight him, try to escape, make him stop any way she could. The last conscious, thinking part of her mind only had time to be shocked at the fact that she had no strength for this, before it too was swept away. She didn't even get her hands raised to chest height before the part of her brain in charge of motor control gave it up in the face of the irresistible waves of pleasure, and her arms fell weakly to her sides. She could only lean helplessly against him as he relentlessly stimulated her everywhere, driving her mind-shattering orgasms on without slowing, for forty thrusts or more. He later thought he could have kept her coming even longer, but it was not to be, as he felt his own orgasm quickly building.

In one quick movement he leaned her forward against his left arm, and with his right hand he grabbed her knees and flipped her over, his cock still deep inside her. He pulled her close and let her legs settle open around his torso. He kissed her hard enough to push her head all the way back and thrust his tongue as far down her throat as he could push it, while at the same time he thrust the middle finger of his right hand all the way inside her little bum hole and supported some of her weight on that hand. He thought that at that moment nothing could reach her mind through the sheeting waves of orgasm she was experiencing, but the simultaneous and sudden invading penetrations of her mouth and her asshole sent her into whining spasms. He wanted her to feel absolutely and completely full of him everywhere, and she did. Her pussy felt even tighter from the tension in the flesh around her tender little bum hole. Keeping his left forearm firm against her back, he slid that hand up till he could cup her head, and support it against his thrusting kiss.

He began frantically thrusting into her with short, three inch strokes in all her places at once, as hard as he could. Simultaneously drawing out his tongue, cock, and finger, only to slam them in again all at once. And his climax was upon him.

Again and again his body pumped his seed into her tender pussy, and each time he forced his penetrations into her everywhere, relentlessly, for longer than he thought a man could come, and still it went on. Finally his knee shook, and he knew he didn't have long before he lost so much control of his body that he would no longer be able to stand.

As his balls gave up their last mighty spurt he staggered backwards far enough to land on the bed. He dropped onto it flat on his back, because at the last second he was afraid that if he sat down too hard on it, he might catch one of her legs under him. They impacted hard, and her head banged against his chest. She turned her head far enough that she caught most of it on her cheekbone and forehead, but still hurt her nose a little bit. They bounced almost a foot off the springy mattress, and hit again, and lay there in boneless exhaustion.

They were both covered in sweat, with their hair plastered to their skin, and breathing with deep, gulping gasps. Every once in a while, one of them would get an aftershock and shiver, triggering a shivering aftershock in the other. Finally she mumbled into his chest;

"That's it, right? Please tell me you don't have anything more intense than that waiting for me. That one was about all I could stand."

"No," he said thoughtfully. "At least, I don't think so..."

"Oh." she paused, "Wow Corey, when you danced with me, that was the most romantic lovemaking in the world. I couldn't help but think of how many million girls were dreaming of dancing with you, or being serenaded by you, or making love to you, right at that very moment, and I was the only one that was, out of all those girls in the whole world. And then that glorious fuck you gave me after, wow, that must've been the most wild, passionate, animal sex any woman ever had."

"Yes, I think so..." he said thoughtfully. She was momentarily surprised at his lack of modesty, but then realized he was teasing her.

"Oh you..." she said with a giggle, giving him a playful slap on the chest. "I can't believe you're still hard. I can't believe your finger's still up my bum. Will you move it for me? Just a little, I'm still pretty sensitive..."

He slowly slid it halfway out, and back in just as slowly. He kept gently stroking her like that.

"Mmmm, that's nice." she purred. "I can't believe how much I like having things up my bum. I never put anything up there before, not even my finger. I didn't think I was going to like it. But when you pushed your tongue into me there, and wiggled it around, ooh, that was good. And your finger is so big, it's like another cock sliding inside me there. Fucking me in the ass." She giggled.

"You kinda get off on talking dirty, don't you?" he asked her quietly.

"Yah, kinda." she said. "I never used to. I always thought it killed the romance, sounded abusive, you know? I still don't think I'd like to hear you doing it, but tonight I've enjoyed saying it. I guess I just hafta be in the mood."

"I've always felt the same way." he said. "But there's something about the way you say it, so softly and hesitantly in your young little voice, that really does it for me."

She lifted her face and smiled at him mischievously.

"Oh yah?" she said, as softly and as hesitantly as she could, "Well, maybe if you do this to me every day, push your fingers inside my little bum, like you were fucking my behind with them, then maybe pretty soon I'll really be able to take it, and then you'll really be able to put it in me there, to... to fuck my little ass with your big cock. All of it. All the way up my ass. Hard. Mmmm..." She laid her head back on his chest and reached down to rub her sore little clitoris.

"Wow. You really are insatiable, aren't you?" he asked in wonderment.

"Mmm hmm." she agreed. "And how 'bout you? How many of your girlfriends ever asked you to stop before you wanted to?"

He thought about it for a few seconds.

"Well, all of them I guess."

"Mmm hmm." she agreed again. "All of them. And how many did it fairly regularly. Not all the time, but regularly."

"Wow. I never realized that before. All of them."

"Of course you never realized it before." she told him matter-of-factly. "You're far too nice and considerate a guy for that. I'm sure you know you have a higher than average sex drive, but I doubt you realize just how exceptional you are. Now me, I can masturbate sixteen hours a day just looking at your picture. I don't know how long I can make love, since we're setting my only record right now, but I'd never ask you to stop. Even if I was so sore it was making me cry, I'd keep going as long as you wanted me to, because I know I'd just keep coming, and coming, and coming..."

"You know, I never really... let loose... with a girl before." he said. "Just did whatever I wanted, as soon as I thought of it. I never realized how much I've always... I donno... held back, I guess. It makes me wonder whether I've ever really been satisfied, or whether I was just fooling myself."

"I hope you're not satisfied." she giggled. "I might want some more in a little while."

He was only about three-quarters hard, but he was hard enough to give her a quick, hard little thrust, and she whistled a breath in between her teeth.

"And you're going to get it, too, you beautiful little temptress." he told her. "But that's not what I mean. Right now, I feel completely satisfied, fulfilled, I guess. If we had to stop right now, I'd be feeling it for days."

`I think you'll be feeling me for days.' she thought to herself.

Suddenly she realized that she had been taking it for granted that this would be so. An awful realization hit her, that even though he had accepted her into his bed, she had no assurance that he would accept her into his life. A fear of rejection sparked in her, and grew quickly into as powerful a fear as she had ever experienced.

Her head snapped up and she looked at him wildly.

"Hey, Amanda, what is it?" he asked, concerned. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You're going to keep me, aren't you Corey?" she asked desperately. "I mean, you wouldn't just leave me here when you go, would you? I mean I've been good to you, haven't I?" She tried not to cry, only partially succeeding. "Oh God, Corey, please tell me you'll keep me! I'll give you anything, you can have all my stuff, I'll be your slave, you can do anything you want to me, I'll..., you can... Oh god, Corey, I've got nothing else to offer you! And I don't even have the right to ask, 'cuz you hardly know me!" She lay her head down and cried uncontrollably into his chest.

He stroked her hair and opened his mouth to speak. He began to say `Of course I'm going to keep you, Amanda. Nothing will ever keep us apart.' but just before the first syllable emerged from his mouth, a huge thought flashed it's way across his mind like a headline. It said: THIS IS GOING TO CHANGE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!!!

He closed his mouth and forced himself to ignore her crying so he could try to concentrate on the facts. He tried to consider everything he knew about her, every way she could impact his life and his career, everything that could be great about being with her, and everything that could go wrong. Finally he looked down at her crying hysterically on his chest, naked, his cock still inside her, his finger still gently stroking inside her ass. He considered how she made him feel; all the ways she made him feel.

When it was all done, he was relieved to find the decision so easy, it was no decision at all.

Meanwhile she had taken his silence as bad news, and assumed the worst. She cried piteously, like one who has lost all hope. He took his finger out of her bum and washed his hands with the cloth from the bowl. He sat up slowly and took her head gently between his hands, tilted her face back and kissed her crying mouth as softly as he could. She opened her eyes to see his smile.

"Wha... what?" she stammered, confused.

"I'm going to keep you, Amanda. I'm accepting what you're offering, and you are mine. I'm going to keep you with me a very long time."

"Thank you, thank you thank you thank you..." she sobbed, her tears becoming tears of joy and relief, and she began pumping herself up and down on his cock out of gratitude.

`Now why the hell did I phrase it like that?' he thought to himself.

"You're keeping me, you've made me your woman, all my dreams have come true, all my dreams have come true..." she mumbled happily.

He lay back and stretched, glorying in the feeling as she gratefully serviced him.

After a few minutes she slowed her movements, and stopped.

"Corey?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yah?"

"I've gotta stop." she said softly. "I've gotta take it out of me. For just a minute."

"The hell you say!" he said with a grin, surprised she'd even suggest it. "Well I'm still taking your virginity, and I think it's the most beautiful thing anyone's ever given me, so I think I'll make it last as long as I can. What's the problem, anyway?"

"Thank you, that's sweet." she said, so softly he could hardly hear her. "And I'm really sorry, but I have to pee."

"Hmph. That's all you have to do?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Do you mean do I have to... to go... poo?"

"Yes."

"Well, no, but..."

He picked her up and headed for the bathroom.

"C'mon Corey!" she wailed. "I hafta go pee!"

He carried her into the huge shower, and she realized what he intended. It almost threw her into a panic.

"Corey! Please don't make me do this Corey, please!"

Holding her to him with one arm around her back, he picked up the shower-head on it's flexible hose. It was the latest thing, with temperature and pressure controls built into the head. He activated a small, pulsing stream of cold water and shoved it between them, playing the water over her clit.

"AAAAAHH!!! AAAAHHH!!! PLEASE Corey!" she begged, "Don't make me go pee on you! Please don't do this to me!!" To his amazement, she held her stream. He cycled the showerhead quickly from cold to warm to cold to warm to cold, and still she held it. He cranked it up to a fairly strong stream of cold water and flashed it onto her breasts and torso. She yelled again and made a reflexive grab for the showerhead. He pulled it quickly out of her reach, taking the spray off her.

"Submit." he told her simply, and almost immediately she ceased her grabs for the showerhead and held her arms back, head low, surrendering to him. He whipped the cold stream over her like it was a cat of nine tails, allowing himself to take malicious enjoyment from seeing her flinch and recoil from it. Her nipples stiffened, her areolas crinkled, and her body broke out in goose bumps. He ignored the cold, as his cock stiffened inside her. Finally, as the first drops leaked from her body, she whispered so quietly he could barely hear her;

"Please God, Corey, don't make me be ashamed."

That got to him. He slowed the showerhead to a warm, mild spray, and held it pouring over her pubis.

"You will not be ashamed, because I command you to be proud." he told her. "Be proud of yourself, and of your beautiful body, and all it's natural functions, which I will enjoy. Be proud of your commitment to me, to do as I ask you, even this. Can you do that for me? Now let it go."

"Well," she sniffed, "I think so, when you put it that way." She took a deep breath, relaxed, and let herself pee into his pubic hair. He increased the flow of warm water over their genitals, diluting her stream before there could even be a noticeable smell, but her flow was so much warmer than the water that he could distinctly feel it as it ran down his body.

"Never be ashamed." he told her quietly. "In ancient China, the girl who slept with the emperor was his absolute slave, but she knew she had literally been chosen from among every female in the land. Senior courtesan was a position of much pride and prestige, the most powerful woman in the country. I want you to promise me that you will always try to be as proud as that, even when you are giving yourself to me completely. Will you promise me that? Hmm?"

She had finished by that time. "I promise." she told him shyly.

"Good girl." he told her. "Now hold on tight and make love to me."

She tightened her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle. She squeezed him inside her a bit as she began a subtle up and down while kissing him softly on the mouth. He couldn't help thinking that she was very talented at this, a real natural, as she kissed her way down his jaw-line with her lips and tongue. She began stimulating his neck and ears with her mouth, and it seemed she could actively caress him with every inch of her body at once as she rubbed against him.

He hung the showerhead back on the wall and set it for maximum flow at minimum pressure, like a very warm waterfall.

He quickly shampooed her hair and rinsed it, then washed her whole body with a big soft sponge while she made love to him. She never stopped kissing him, even when he had her present her legs one at a time. He held her weight with one hand under her bum while she gracefully drew a leg to the front of his body to be soaped with the big sponge. Then he switched his hands so they could do her other leg. He rinsed her well, and then told her:

"Now you do me while I make love to you." He held her body away from his with one hand on her back and one under her ass, and bent his head low so she could shampoo him. He stroked his maleness into her as lovingly as he could, and gave her clitoris a little rub against him at the end of every one, and caressed her back and shoulders. She sponged him down, and when she had done all she could reach, he sat on the floor of the shower and turned her around, presenting his legs one at a time while he caressed her breasts, belly, and her pussy around his pulsing hardness.

They rinsed each other well and played with the showerhead for a while, taking turns stimulating each other with variations in temperature, pressure, and pulse. He made her come twice experimenting with the pulse on her clit.

Finally they stepped out of the shower. They toweled each other down with the huge, fluffy towels, and took turns blow-drying each other's hair. While she was leaned way back, hanging her head back with only her hands around his neck as he blow-dried her, he told her;

"Your hair is the ultimate."

"You like it?" she purred, gently shaking waves down her voluminous mane of curls.

"Oh yah." he told her with a chuckle. "And your face is so pretty. I don't know how any woman could look so perfect fresh out of the shower."

"Well, a girl shouldn't give away her secrets..." she giggled.

"What do you mean?"

"I have permanent make-up. It's subtle, but if you know what to look for, you can tell I have eyeliner, eye shadow, blush and lip color tattooed on. I saves me about three and a half hours a week, and you'll never have to wait for me to put on my make-up."

"You're right," he said, "It is very subtle, but it's obvious once you know it's there. I might never have guessed otherwise. It was very, very well done."

"Thank you."

He carried her back to the bed, holding her close till he'd settled himself in the middle, leaning back against the headboard and piled pillows.

"You know what I'd like you to do for me?" he asked, "I'd like you to sit up and look at me, and pretend that you're at home looking at my poster, and touch your little pussy, and make yourself cum. Will you do that for me?"

"I will always touch myself for you." she said, raising herself to kneel astride him. "And I will always make myself cum for you. I don't think I can make myself believe I'm only looking at your poster though. Is that okay?"

"That's fine." he said.

"Good." she told him as she began touching herself erotically with her fingertip. "Cuz if I was at home, I couldn't think of a more erotic fantasy than what's really happening to me. Sitting on you naked, you're naked, your amazingly huge cock is all the way up me, watching you watch me masturbate. It couldn't get any better, unless maybe you were touching my titties. Would you touch my titties Corey?"

"Well, maybe if you ask real nice."

"Oh, please touch my titties, Corey, I really want you to! My titties want to feel your strong hands on them again, to feel your fingertips pinching my nipples and scratching my areolas, caressing them gently on the under side here. Please touch my titties, Corey! Please? Pleeeeease?"

"Well, I guess so." he told her with a grin as he reached for her succulent orbs.

"Oooooh, that's good, Corey." she said as he began to massage her breasts. "My titties really love your hands. I mean I love it when you lick them and kiss them and bite them a little, but my titties really need your hands, like my pussy needs your cock. When you kiss them, one of them always feels left out. My titties felt so soft and vulnerable in your big strong hands when you were being rough with me, when you squeezed them till they hurt just a little. A little more... Ow, ow, oh yes, that's it, just like that. Boy, am I ever gonna cum fast... here it comes... I'm coming. I'm coming! Ah! Ah! Aaah! Aaaahhh! Oh God, You're coming too!"

And suddenly he was, with almost no warning. He bucked up into her, delighting in the glorious feeling of her delectable sheath spasming around him.

She rode his passion like a bronco rider, leaning her breasts into his hands. She lifted her knees and tried to put her whole weight on her pussy and titties as he thrust frantically up into her, his thrusts fast enough to throw her up and off him a bit before gravity slammed her back down.

Gradually their motion slowed, and he lowered her to his chest and hugged her lovingly while she kissed his chest and sucked his nipples.

She whispered: "Man oh man, do I ever love it when you pump come into me. Your thing swells up to it's hardest, and I can feel it pulsing, feel it pump, pump, pumping the come into me, feel the hot liquid spraying into my body. At that moment I know for sure, absolutely, that I'm making you feel great. It makes me feel so... powerful."

He caressed her head and back, enjoying her luxurious hair in his hands. Finally he spoke to her softly;

"Are your parents going to be worried about you, Amanda? Where do they think you are right now?"

She stiffened a little.

"My sister Cindy's been looking after me since my parents went on vacation." she said.

Something didn't sound right about the way she said that.

"Yah?" he asked. "Where did they go on vacation?"

"Egypt." she replied, but something still didn't feel right to him.

"How long have they been gone?" he asked. She didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"Please don't make me talk about this Corey. We're having too much fun to spoil it talking about my parents."

"C'mon, you've gotta be open with me, Amanda. When are your parents due back from Egypt?"

She squirmed a bit and whispered something too softly for him to hear.

"What?" he asked.

She raised her head and looked at him, and he could see she was about to cry.

"I said, four and a half years ago." she told him bitterly.

"Wow." He had no response to that.

"Help me get my wallet." she asked him. "It's in my jacket." He carried her over to it and crouched to retrieve her jacket from the floor by the door, handed it to her and returned to their place on the bed. She took her wallet from a pocket and handed him a very small letter, almost a note, from inside it.

"We couldn't find out what happened for six months after they were supposed to be back. The American consulate in Egypt finally found my parents, and got this note from my dad to us. It was all they were allowed to give us."

The note was folded four times into a two-inch square. It had obviously been handled a lot and was worn and a little dirty, and the paper was a little warped, like there had been moisture on it. The handwriting on the outside read: `Cindy and Amanda'. He unfolded it to an eight-inch square, and read the small, dense handwriting on it;

We were in the airport, waiting for our flight home to board. A man just walked up and handed me two small packages. He said: `This one's fifty thou $. Give me the other one back when we get to New York.' and walked away. I checked the money. Real U.S. money, I can tell. I thought the other was a relic, an artifact. God curse my soul, I put them in my pocket. 2 min. later, cops grab us. They rough me up in an office; ask me who gave me the heroin. I say I don't know. Mary couldn't stand seeing them hit me, must've thought they wouldn't hit women or something. She tries to protect me, take the rap, says it's hers. Noble but stupid. We're serving 25 years each. I think I was set up because the prison needed a dentist. I do guards' teeth, some inmates. I heard through a guard's wife that Mary teaches some women, English, writing, like that. She copes. We love you both. Ask your aunts for help. I'm so so sorry. I hope you can forgive me, I never will.

Your father John

"My God." Corey had thought that after the experiences of the evening, there was nothing about Amanda that could shock him. This note, however, left him absolutely floored.

"How old were you?" he asked her.

"I was fourteen. Cindy was eighteen."

"My God." he repeated. The worn, warped condition of the note suddenly made all too much sense, as he pictured two young girls crying over it, for too many lonely nights.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"By the time we found out what happened they'd been gone so long, everyone assumed they'd been killed by thieves." she murmured into his chest. "Our relatives think we got life insurance money, but we can't collect of course. We've never told anyone about the note before. Except counsellors. Cindy got us the best counselling. I got my stupid part-time job at the arena here. Cindy had a year of double major at the college, psychology and pre-law, and she had to quit school. She got this horrible job as a waitress at this bar where girls take their clothes off on stage and the men are scum. She makes enough in tips that we kept the house, but we couldn't keep the car. She never let me quit school, even after I graduated. I was gonna go to work full-time for a year so she could go back to college, but she knew which college courses I wanted, and she went down to the registrar's office behind my back and signed me up. She paid the fees, and they're non-refundable, so I had to go. She's too good to me for her own good, but tuition and everything's going up, this last semester was all she could afford. You're really going to keep me with you?" she suddenly asked.

He found to his surprise that he was so close to tears he could hardly speak.

"Yes." he whispered hoarsely.

"That means Cindy will finally be able to spend something on herself. She'll probably work full time and go back to college part time, knowing her. It's gonna be hard, but she gonna be the best lawyer in the world some day." she finished wistfully.

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Cindy sounds very special." he managed to get out.

"You have no idea. She's most giving, caring, best person in the world, the most intelligent, and the most beautiful. I feel ugly when I stand next to her."

"Hey," he told her, "You could never be ugly next to anything."

"Thanks, you're sweet. Anyway, Cindy's my best friend. I love her a lot." She put the note back in her wallet. They fell silent, each deep in thought. Finally she asked him:

"Did you like it when you made me, you know, in the shower? I mean, from what I know of you, it seemed kind of out of character."

He considered.

"At first, I just didn't want to stop. You really hit me hard with what you said earlier, about your virginity. About your only ever being a virgin for me. I find it immensely exiting, in many ways, and it kinda makes a man proud that a girl would entrust him with the taking of her virginity. Some would say that you haven't been a virgin since the first moment I was inside you, but I feel like I'm still taking your virginity as long as I'm still in you from the first time. On the other hand, I've climaxed three times, so if someone asked me if I've ever had a virgin, I kinda feel entitled to say: yes, three times. I'm hoping I won't have to take it out of you 'till I've had you a couple more times yet. Does that all sound weird to you?"

"No, that makes sense to me. I was just wondering because I can tell when something excites you. You're so big inside me that I'm intimately aware of every little twitch, and when you were making me do that, your cock pumped up to real hard, real fast."

"Hmm. Well, to answer your question, no, I don't get off on having girls pee on me. I can't see myself ever asking you again. But once I knew you didn't want to do it, well, then I wanted to make you do it. You're willing to let me spank you, and I'm not really a cruel bastard, so there's almost nothing that I'd ask you to do that you wouldn't do willingly. That will probably be the only thing like that I'll ever find. I found it incredible that you'd still submit to me, and do it, even though you desperately wanted to avoid doing it. You were going to do it for me, even when I was making you ashamed. I'm a little ashamed at how much I enjoyed that. And when I whipped you with the cold water, you jumped like I was really whipping you, and I pretended that I really was. I really got off on power tripping on you, and to me, that's not a good sign at all, a dangerous sign."

"We're both the same, you and me." she told him softly. "It excites me very much to tempt you into doing things you think you shouldn't. To make you enjoy that which you think is a little wrong. I feel like a seductress who finds the noblest knight in the land, and seduces him into giving up his vows. I know I take delight in... in corrupting your nobility. I really get off on power tripping on you, too, but I'm not worried about it, like you. You're afraid you'll have escalating perversions till you're out of control, and hurt someone, but I know it'll never happen. It's a paradox, but as long as you're worried you'll really hurt me, you have nothing to worry about. We may feel guilty thrills, but they'll be powerful thrills, and we'll never really hurt each other."

"Wow." he said. "You power trip on me. That's amazing. You become my slave, but if I'm not careful, I'll become your slave." She smiled.

"Yes, Master." she murmured sleepily into his chest. He chuckled.

"Kiss me, slave." he told her teasingly. She lifted her pretty face to his, and they spent many minutes enjoying the simple pleasures of deeply kissing. Finally he asked her;

"You know what I'm like as a lover? I mean what I've always been like, with everyone except you, tonight?"

"Sure," she said, "Patient, considerate, knowledgeable. You like a woman to be a little passive, so you can use all your techniques, a masterful lover of romantic women. You love to make women come, enough that you may sacrifice your own orgasm if you've got her going, and you've only got time to really send her off one more time before a meeting or a performance. They all said you made them feel beautiful, because they could tell you meant it when you said they were. And they all said you made them feel loved."

"I want to do that for you," Corey told her, "I want to make love with you, and make you come, and make you feel beautiful, and loved. I only want to feel the nice stuff, the beautiful and affectionate aspects of sexuality. So I want you to promise you won't tempt me into something I'm afraid of, or show me a part of myself I've repressed, or anything, all right?"

She was silent a moment. "Ever?" she whispered.

He opened his mouth, closed it. Thought about it before answering. "No, not forever. I wish I could, but I can't put my genie back in the bottle. You've awakened things in me that I'm looking forward to exploring further. But let's just take it easy, okay? I may want to explore my dark side a little, but I don't want to live there. Until further notice, let's just be nice. And normal. Just two people who enjoy being together. Please?"

"I promise, Corey." she told him quietly. "You know, not all of my fantasies are kinky, only about half. Alright, maybe sixty-five percent. But the rest are affectionate and romantic, and I really do like you as a person. I'd like to say that I love you, because I feel like I do, but I know you think you can't be sure you're in love for at least a month. It's okay. I can wait a month. It's good to be sure."

They kissed again, and she gently tried to suck into her mouth any part of his she could reach, first his lips and then his tongue, as he presented them for sucking.

"I'd like you to be on top of me," she told him, "Can we do that?"

"Sure," he said. He put some pillows down beside them, had her straighten her leg on that side, and rolled her onto the pillows so that her head was tilted back a little to receive his kiss without neck strain, and her hips were tilted up to comfortably receive his penetration. He thrust into her to the hilt, and gently rubbed against her while holding it all the way in. Up and down, side to side, around and around in random patterns.

"Mmmm, that's nice, lover. So good..." she crooned. She began caressing him with her legs, running their soft, smooth skin over every part of him she could reach, his back, buttocks, and legs. Then she added her hands, lightly massaging his chest, shoulders, and arms, then his neck, face, and head. She took special pleasure in running her fingers through his thick, dark hair. At the same time he was kissing, licking, and nibbling her mouth, her face, her ears and neck. He rubbed against her till the temptation to stroke it into her became too much to resist, then slowly pulled out of her 'till only the head remained in, and gathered himself on his knees as he had the first time he'd entered her. He heard her whisper;

"Oooo, here it comes..." and it was similar to what she'd said before that first penetration, but this time she said it with a great deal more anticipation. He opened his eyes to see the contented smile on her face as he slid it all the way home with one long push. He marvelled that she could take such obvious pleasure from the same act that had left her almost screaming with pain, barely hours ago. Especially considering the fact that when he thought about how she felt around his member, it still felt like she was just too small, and he knew he was stretching her in every direction.

He began stroking her firmly with his entire length, marveling again that her tiny body and girlish pussy could contain him. As he was kissing her he was glorying in the sensations she was giving him all over his body as she lovingly caressed him.

"You're so good, so skillful, so talented." he told her. As skillful as any woman I've ever been with. How can you be so skillful on your very first night? I don't understand that."

"Thank you, Corey. You don't realize how much it means to me to hear you say that." She was panting a little, and starting to reach a stage of excitement that made speaking difficult. "I've read a lot of erotica, including many of the classics, and I've had a lot of fantasies, and my sister coached me some, gave me a few lessons. And of course I am studying sexual psychology and sexual therapy at school. I feel lucky that I'm able to please you even though I don't have any experience. Listen Corey; I want to come before you. I want to touch myself. Do you wanna watch me come?"

"I'd like that." he said. She sensually cupped her own right breast, gave it a little rub and a squeeze, rubbed her nipple with her fingertip till it was fully erect, then repeated it all with her left breast. Then she slid her right hand slowly down her body while she continued to massage him with her left hand. As her fingertip finally touched down on her clitoris, he told her;

"Keep touching your breasts with your other hand."

"Thank you Corey." she murmured with a smile, her eyes closed in bliss.

"You're so beautiful." he told her. "Like a fantasy come true. Just watching you is so sexually exciting, it's unbelievable."

She wanted to thank him, but could only smile as she was concentrating on what she was feeling. Soon she couldn't even smile, only moan and grimace and thrash on the bed beneath him a little as her climax built within her. Suddenly she grabbed his upper arms with both hands and grunted to him between gritted teeth: "Do it hard."

He started giving her shorter, faster strokes, making sure he gave her lots of firm clitoral contact at the end of each one.

Finally she looked up at him with wild eyes, and struggled to get out the single word: "Rub! Rub..."

He pushed it all the way in and rubbed himself against her clitoris with everything he had. And she was off.

"Uuuunnnnngg!" she went as she came. She wrapped her legs around his body and ground herself against him until she dissolved into helpless shudders. Her pussy clutched around his cock so hard he was momentarily worried that she was experiencing a cramp of some sort. The whole experience made him feel absolutely wonderful.

"Beautiful." he thought to himself, as he watched her orgasm ravage her mind. "Absolutely beautiful."

As her climax subsided he returned to stroking her, just giving her a little bump at the end for aftershocks. Finally she relaxed a bit.

"Thanks." she said, panting a little bit. "That was a good one."

"You're very welcome." he told her softly, giving her a long and tender kiss. As the pace of his thrusts began to pick up, she whispered to him;

"Thanks for letting me cum first. Tell me when you start to cum, Corey. I mean at the very beginning, when you first start to feel it. I don't want to be distracted and miss any of it."

"Alright." he whispered. His thrusts became a little manic as he mentally replayed her orgasm. He started to slam just the last three inches into her as hard as he could, and kept it up for a few minutes, rocking her body with every stroke. Finally she heard his harsh whisper;

"Now." as his orgasm began. He slammed it in a couple more times, then held, almost paralyzed with pleasure with most of his weight resting on his groin. For four massive spurting contractions he held, letting her feel him coming into her without distraction, gave three more very rapid thrusts, then held again as his prostate delivered four more doses of his liquid into her, then thrust again.

"Ooooh, it's doing it right now, it's pumping cum into me!" she cooed happily. "That feels so wild! Pump, pump, pump! Ooooooh..."

He alternated between thrusting and holding until he was sure he had no more to give. Suddenly exhausted, he pushed her right leg down and rolled them over. He flopped back spread-eagled, panting like a steam engine. She lovingly gave him after play, kissing him and touching his body reverently, and murmuring to him softly.

"That was real nice of you, Corey, to hold still so I could feel you coming in me like that. Feel every bit of it. Seventeen, you know. Seventeen spurts of cum into my tight little pussy. I'm so proud of you. I don't think many guys could do seventeen, especially on their, what, fourth? Fourth time. Thank you..."

"No," he told her softly. "Thank you. If you reach past the bowl with the cloth in it, you'll find another fresh bowl with a cloth in it. Why don't you wipe some of this sweat off of us?"

"But I love your sweat!" she told him happily, licking a few drops from his chest by way of demonstration. "So salty and manly."

"Maybe so," he admonished, "And I like yours too. But sweat is only nice when it's fresh."

"Mmm, good point." she said as she reached for the cool, wet cloth and began drawing it lovingly over his skin.

"Mmmm, that's nice." he told her. Eyes closed, he basked in the attention.

"You know," he finally murmured, "I've never repressed my dominant side. I've tied them down with kindness. By taking all the precautions against disease and pregnancy to remove those as reasonable grounds for refusal, and then treating them so well they couldn't feel comfortable with denying my oh-so-considerate requests. And after I'd tied them down with kindness, I'd whip them with pleasure. I'd try to make them cum beyond all human endurance. No wonder they all asked me to stop before I was finished, if they didn't, I'd make them cum until they did. And I thought I was being so nice..."

"Boy, you've really gotta find something to bitch at yourself for, don't you?" she interrupted as she cleansed his body. "You were always open about what you wanted from the beginning, and none of them regret sleeping with you for a second. Don't you think it's a little stupid to kick yourself in the ass for being prepared, treating them nice, and giving them pleasure? It's not like you ever tied them down or gagged them or anything, they could have stopped any time, right?"

"Yah, you're right." he told her with a chuckle. "I guess I am being silly."

"But don't ever change." she told him earnestly, and kissed him firmly. She finished wiping him down, then sat up and began to make a bit of a show out of washing herself for him. She saw his smile as she stretched sensuously and drew the cloth slowly over her breasts. She closed her eyes and smiled with pride that he so enjoyed her body, and let herself enjoy the sensations she was giving herself. When she opened her eyes, his were closed.

"Corey?" she called softly. She realized to her surprise that he had fallen asleep. She replaced the cloth in the bowl and watched him sleep for a while.

'My man.' she thought with satisfaction, as she thought back and marveled at all that had happened. She wiggled a little to feel his hardness, still deep within her.

'My amazing, beautiful man. I can't believe I've gotten so lucky.' she thought to herself. 'I know he doesn't want me to take it out. I wonder if I can sleep like this, with him inside me?' She laid her head on his chest and tried to get comfortable. After a few moments she grabbed the smallest pillow and put it on his chest, adjusted the position of her breasts a little, and snuggled her head into the pillow. She was asleep within minutes. The last thought to pass through her mind was;

"When I wake up the first thing that will happen to me, is having sex with Corey Michaels. There could be no more perfect way to start the day."

He opened his eyes and came half awake because he was having an orgasm. His orgasm had been triggered by hers, and he was about to speak or moan or something when he realized one of the most amazing things in his life. She was still asleep. She was having a wet dream. He was still inside her, and dreams of sex had triggered the real thing for both of them. Her orgasm was lasting much longer than his, and he could feel the little squeezes her delicate vagina was giving him, and he thrilled to the little unconscious whining moans she was making. As she finished he thought;

'That is the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.' He very much wanted to lightly stroke her hair and her beautiful sleeping face, but he was so afraid of waking her and breaking the spell that he could not bring himself to do it. Without realizing it, he fell back asleep.

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