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TOMMY AND SARA.  FOURTH STORY

It was a brief, bureaucratic procedure, our marriage ceremony.  Sara and
my friend Jack were witnesses, and afterward we had a rather nice dinner
at a rather nice restaurant, for which Elena paid.  There was no
honeymoon, because both Elena and I had classes to attend, she as a
teacher and I as a student.

Back at Elena's house, which would now be my home, as well as Sara's,
Jack and I stood in the kitchen and drank perhaps a bit too much, while
Sara and Elena, my bride, made out on the couch together in the living
room.  We peeked in on them from time to time, but we didn't learn much
about girl love.  They just cuddled and Elena had her hand under Sara's
skirt.  They seemed, however, to be enjoying themselves, and I once
heard Sara's familiar orgasmic cry.  Jack and I were drinking vodka, and
we finished a full liter of it.  We sang bawdy songs off key and got
rather drunk.  When we next peeked into the living room, the girls were
gone.  My wife, Elena, and my lover, Sara, were probably in Elena's bed
doing what girls do to each other.  Jack eventually stumbled out of the
house and weaved down the street to his dorm, three blocks away.  I
struggled to climb the stairs, holding desperately to the banister to
keep from falling backward.  I made it to the room that Elena had
assigned to me (we would not share a bedroom as man and wife), and I
collapsed on the bed without taking off my shoes, passing out
immediately.

The next morning I awoke with a very sour stomach.  Sara was shaking my
shoulder, telling me that I had to get up for classes.   I looked up at
her prettiness and sought to pull her down to me, but she shook me off.

"Tommy, you really smell.  You need to take a bath and certainly brush
your teeth."

She then proceeded to unbutton my clothes and I helped her take them
off.  Elena came into the room with a cup of coffee, which I ingested
eagerly.  The two of them got me naked, pulled me from the bed and
pushed me towards the shower.  I shaved, showered and shit, although not
in that order, afterwhich I felt almost human.  I dressed and then went
down to the kitchen, the aroma from which promised coffee and toast.

"Behold, my bridegroom," Elena exclaimed as I walked into the room.  She
took my head in her hands and kissed my forehead like a devoted aunt.

"Hi, Tommy," Sara said, a bit shyly.  We embraced and kissed deeply.  I
fondled a lovely tit.

Sara and Elena prepared a breakfast of bacon and eggs, which Sara ate
hurridly, because she had an early class.  She was soon gone, leaving
Elena and me facing each other across the kitchen table.

"Jack's a really nice guy," Elena remarked, looking into my face as she
sipped her coffee.

"He's a real friend, and he helped Sara, when she was sick."

"Yes, I know.  Have you, ah, you know, ever done anything with him?"

"He's a dear friend, but he's not my type.  I had a boy in Kentucky, my
first and, I'm certain, my last."

"Why give it up?"

"I'm too old for young boys, and, besides, I prefer women. By the way, I
believe that the two of us have something on the agenda, something about
making children in the old fashioned way."

Elena grinned at me and said, "yes, but not this morning."

  * * *

Over the next week Sara slept in my bed on three nights, and, I assume,
she slept with Elena on the other four.  Twice, late in the afternoon,
before Elena returned home, we made love on my bed.  On the third night
that she spent with me Sara began to talk about Elena.

"Don't you think that it's about time for you to take Elena?" she asked
as she nuzzled her soft body against mine.  We were still glowing from
our orgasms.  "She won't come on to you. She's really rather shy and a
bit frightened about 'doing it'."

"I suppose that I'll do it this weekend."

"Really, Tommy, you have to have more enthusiasm about it than that.
She's a pretty woman and she has a very lovely body."

"Sara, I'm worried about having to satisfy two women.  I don't know if I
have it in me."

"Elena and I have discussed this seriously.  We'll share you, dote on
you, keep you healthy, and not make too many demands on you."

Sara rubbed my naked body with her hands as she told me this.  She
licked my neck and sucked on an ear lobe.  She started to kiss my chest,
my stomach, and I knew that we were about to make love again.

It was, as usual, absolutely magnificent.  Sara wrapped her legs around
my waist in her excitment, squeezing me tightly as she cried out.  Elena
must certainly have heard her, and me.

* * *

The next morning Elena shared breakfast with Sara and me.  She was still
clad in a robe, because  she had the day off.  When Sara left for her
early class, the two of us remained at the kitchen table.  We stole
looks at one another.  I was not at all horny.  Sara and I had drained
each other the previous night, but I thought that it was time to make a
baby with Elena.  I would cut my English class that morning.  Her hand
was conveniently on the table.  I placed mine on top of hers, looking
into her deep brown eyes.  She was obviously very nervous, but she was
ready for it; she did not pull away.  I liked her, sincerely.  She was
very good looking, although nothing like Sara.

"I've never had a virgin before," I started.  "Are there things that you
want me to do, or not to do?"

"I want you to make love to me, as gently as possible.  I fear being
hurt."

Elena said this shyly, her head bowed, not looking at me. I suddenly
warmed to the woman, my wife, and I resolved to take her slowly, even if
I would miss the entire day's classes.  I lifted her hand to my face and
sucked on each of her five fingers, looking into her face, my left hand
palming her soft cheek.  She turned her head and licked my palm.
Neither of us was yet ready to exchange love words, although I knew that
we would in time.  I did not think of Sara.  I focused on Elena
completely.

* * *

In her bedroom, next to her bed, I removed her robe.  I could tell that
she was very anxious and worried about what we were about to do.  She
had on pajamas.  I undid her bottoms and they fell to the floor,
revealing her graceful legs.  As I began to unbutton her pajama top,
Elena seemed to resist for a moment, but then she let me proceed.  Her
breasts were ample, but not too large.  She seemed to be very
embarrassed, standing before me naked.

"I'm your husband and the father of our future children," I remarked,
perhaps a bit to bruskly.

"I know, Tommy, but I feel very awkward," she responded, covering
herself somewhat with her arms.

I stripped naked.  My cock was flacid, dangling a few inches.  When I
pulled Elena's hand to it, she did not want to touch it.

"Let's go more slowly," she pleaded.

I could tell that she was in some kind of distress, so we lay together
on the bed scarcely touching.

"I was educated in a convent school.  I was supposed to become a nun."

"Why didn't you?"

"I just didn't have the religious conviction.  I could never believe it,
what they taught me."

I leaned up on an elbow and ogled her lovely body.  She was almost as
tall as Sara, but her skin was not at all pale.  I could see creamy
whiteness, tan and rosy spots.  I lowered my head and sucked a roseate
nipple into my mouth.  Elena cringed and I withdrew.  I could not
understand her.  We were supposed to make babies.

"I'm sorry.  I'm just too nervous."

"Perhaps we should do it another time."

"No, no . . .  We should do it soon . . . today . . . now."

"May I kiss you?"

"I've never kissed a man before."

I was astounded at the inexperience of the twenty seven year old woman.

"What have you done?"

"I've only made love to Sara."

Elena was confused and felt very uncomfortable.  She let me cuddle her,
however, and our naked bodies pressed together.

"You think that I'm a lesbian, but I'm not," she whispered into my ear.
"I don't desire women other than Sara.  I've never wanted a man, but
I've accepted you.  You're very handsome and you have an attractive
body, although I fear your penis; it's too large.  What I like most
about you is not physical.  You're a fine, loyal person with a lot of
character.  I will probably come to love you as a person, but I can't
promise that I will ever respond to you as a lover."

"But you don't know.  You've never had a man."

"That's true.  Perhaps you could surprise me."

"Then give it a chance.  Don't cringe when I touch you."

"I'm sorry.  It was just a reflex from my convent years."

Elena relaxed in my arms and I petted her like a kitten.  She nuzzled my
neck and I kissed her cheek.  We did everything in slow motion.  I
stoked my hand down her body, feeling her soft flesh, and she did not
recoil.  When I touched my fingers at the top of her thighs, at her
groin, she started, but she spread her legs slightly.  Elena let me
masturbate her as she clutched to me and sucked on my neck. I did it
gently, softly, the way I thought that she would most like it.  I
aroused her.  Her breathing became uneven and she moaned softly.  I was
excited by my accomplishment, but still I did not rush things.  I
stroked her slowly and lovingly as I sucked on her ear lobe.  Elena
became increasingly  agitated.

"Faster," she gasped into my ear, "please faster."

I accommodated her, and her groaning became intense, high pitched.  She
then emitted a series of brief squeeks and then a wail, as her body
arched and pressed against my finger.  I could sense that she was not
finished, so I continued and gave her another orgasm.  I felt so proud
of myself.

We held to each other.  She looked into my face with an almost haggard
expression, and then she kissed me with a passion that I did not know
she possessed.  We kissed desperately, knowing what was to come.  My
hard cock poked at her thigh.  I got on top of her and she spread her
legs for me.

"Don't hurt me," she pleaded as she looked anxiously into my face.

I didn't need her hand to guide me.  I knew where to put it.  I felt the
obstruction, but I popped through with just a little pressure.  I
paused, the head of my cock inside her.

"Are you ok?" I asked, looking into Elena's face, which had an
expression of surprise.

"I felt a small sting.  Are you really inside of me?"

"Just a bit," I responded, and slowly pushed all the way into her warm
tightness.

Elena's mouth opened in astonishment, and she pushed against me.

"It feels marvelous.  You're filling me up."

Elena needed no lessons.  I fucked with the purest joy, and she
responded lustfully.  We slapped together, oofing and grunting on every
powerful downstroke.   Then her gasps became staccato, high pitched
eeks.  I fucked her in long, forceful thrusts, ramming into her as she
pushed back with increasing agitation.  She wrapped her legs around mine
and fucked me desperately, scratching my back with her fingernails,
sucking hard on my neck.  Then, suddenly, her breath left her lungs
explosively and she cried out in orgasm.  I let myself go and joined
her.

We cuddled after I got off her, not saying anything.  I licked her
cheek, and I knew that I loved her, almost as much as I loved Sara.  I
knew that I could live with this woman for the rest of my life.

"Did we make a baby?" she cooed to me.

"Perhaps not.  We'll have to try it again."

* * *



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