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Chapter 3a

"Are You Sure You're a Whore?"

...So what HAVE you done in the past?...

So now a week has gone by since the little escapade at the ski lodge.  Was I
turning my ex's head?  Not anything that I could see.  So what the hell? 
Keri has a better bod than I expected, she is REALLY into sex, and I don't
have too many offers beating down my door...

"Not right now," Keri was mumbling as she squirmed under my 'study break'
back rub, "this is due tomorrow morning."

Hey boys and girls, have you seen this picture?  She had about ten problems
due in one of the classes we attended together.  I forget; maybe statics, or
thermodynamics, or fluid flow.Whatever it was, I had done the homework,
knew the answers, and was trying to help her out.  It can't be said that Keri
didn't give her all to whatever it was, whether it be running, schoolwork, or
fucking!  So here I am giving her a back rub as I look over her shoulder,
alternating glances at the problem on her paper and the amount of tit showing
under her loose college sweatshirt.

"So doesn't this feel nice?  Hmmm..."

"Yeah, but you know I have GOT to get these done," she pleaded, but her
conviction was leaving with the tension in her shoulders.

"Look, just relax," I purred in her ear as my fingers slipped further and
further down the front of her chest.  I would apply just enough pressure with
my fingers into her upper chest that by drawing my fingers back and up, the
tension of her skin would drag her breasts upward with my fingers, sensually
raking the sensitive nipples up and down against the rough inner fabric of
the shirt.  She really couldn't say I was playing with her tits because my
fingers never went lower than just below her collarbone.  Just because it
felt good, don't blame me.

"Hey, look," my words would drift between one ear and the other as I passed
my lips just behind her head, playing my hot breath against her neck.  "I've
finished the problems.You're welcome to copy mine.  And look, you've
already done six, and are getting really fried.  Take a break and come back
to it..."

"You're right," she murmured as her head hung forward and she pulled her hair
up on to the top of her head with both of her hands.

I continued to knead her shoulders, and gradually began to work my lips along
the back of her neck.  I wasn't really kissing, but letting my lower lip drag
and scrape across her skin.  My hands moved out onto the muscles of her outer
shoulders and I would grip and pull at her upper arm.

"Mmmmm...."

My hands alternated between her neck, shoulders and arms for the next few
minutes.  As I began to lightly bite, my hands worked their way between her
shoulder blades and down her back.  Using my thumbs along her back, I let the
other four fingers of each hand work around the sides of her torso,
occasionally brushing the sides of her free hanging breasts (Keri seemed to
have a personal aversion to wearing bras - lucky me!).A small nudge from
the side or a rough pull on her torso would cause them to swing back and
forth under the shirt, again rubbing the erect nipples against the fabric.

My hands snaked down to the small of her back and I would dip my thumbs into
the area between her pants and her upper ass cheeks.  I would stretch her
tight silk panties out just enough to insert my thumbs and rub at the tired
muscles.  My fingers were wrapped around her small waist and pressed into her
hard stomach.

Continuing to bite along her neck, I worked both hands around to her stomach.
 I would first trace my fingers under the elastic waist of her panties to the
front, just touching the first hint of downy hair, and then draw them upwards
until they would graze the bottom of her breasts.  Sliding them to the sides
I would again move my hands down, down until they again entered the very tops
of her Levi's and then back to the tummy and up.  My thumbs would slide
higher and higher with each path, pushing the soft mounds of her breasts
upwards, and as they slid to the sides, the weight of the breasts would cause
them to fall quickly down, pumping more sensation into the already
over-stimulated nipples.

"Let's go to my room," she whispered as her hands left her hair and reached
back to me, pulling my head harder into her neck.

We stood up from the kitchen table we were studying at, locked together as
one.  As we rose, I ground my hips against her ass, making sure she could
feel the tip of my cock slide up the crack as my hands finally moved up her
tummy and each one grabbed the full tit.  I rocked my hips against hers as
she pressed back, and squeezing her tits harder with each grind as I began to
manipulate her nipples.

"Fuck the bedroom," I said as I dragged my finger tips down her torso and
quickly unzipped her jeans.  I placed one hand on her shoulder blades and the
other at her groin and roughly shoved her forward.  She bent at the waist and
stopped her forward momentum with a grunt, placing her forearms on the
splayed paperwork and books.

As I tugged her jeans down around her ankles she started to protest, "what
about my roommate?"  My answer was to quickly bite and nip at her legs as I
traced my way up to her panty-covered ass.  A quick tug and these followed
the jeans to her ankles.

Biting harder and harder at her ass I pushed my thumbs deep into the muscles,
working them in circles slowly to the outside.This had the effect of a deep
muscle massage on her ass, sore from her daily runs, and had the benefit of
briefly spreading her ass cheeks with each circle to the outside.  Bent over
as she was, with all the lights in the room on, and my eyes only inches from
her ass, I had my first good look at her puckered asshole and puffy pussy.  I
made a mental note that all the hair would definitely have to leave if this
'relationship' went on much longer.  I'm not a fan of hairy woman, and she
had more than most I had seen.Thank God it was not really curly and very,
very soft.

I suspected that she had a submissive streak running through her, so I might
as well find out right now.

"Spread you legs," I growled between bites and massaging.  She struggled to
comply, the panties and pants constricting her.  I gave her a few seconds,
and then SMACK!  I slapped the inside of her thigh, an inch below her pussy,
as I told her to spread them wider.  The smack was louder than it hurt but it
had the desired effect.

"I can't," she seemed to whimper, at the same time struggling harder to break
loose of the jeans.

SMACK!  Another slap, this time closer to her cunt.

"Open your legs if you want more," this time the order louder.She put more
of her weight onto her arms and arched her back.  This caused her back to
lower and she was able to squat more, opening her legs and causing her pussy
to flower obscenely open before my eyes

I roughly reached between her legs but was careful not to brush her clit.  I
made sure my quick movements would pinch her pussy hair between my fingers
and the skin of her thighs as I moved them back and forth.  This caused the
hair to be pulled from her pussy lips, reminding her it was there.  Later,
days or weeks later, when I had done more of this physical "reminding", I
would subtlety mention her pussy hair.Slowly I would tell her how
attractive I thought shaved women were, putting the thought into her head
that her hairy cunt was something to be ashamed of.

My finger gripped the front of her crotch, reaching up towards her stomach,
while my thumbs rubbed back and forth between her pouting pussy lips and the
inside of her thighs.  As in the pickup, I would only rub her lips, staying
well away from her clit.  My teeth nipped at her ass, especially the area
where the ass became her thigh, that little beautiful place on a woman where
her cheeks tuck under and there is that little crease.

My thumbs began to circle out with each run up and down the length of her
lips, spreading her outer lips and causing her inner lips to open.  Her pink
insides would wink at me, showing me how wet she had become these past few
minutes.

I quickly stood up and pulled her up to me.  Her face turned over her
shoulder towards me.  I mauled one of her tits through her shirt as my other
fingers lazily traced the outline of her lips.

"Get in the bedroom," I growled in her ear as I let go of her breast and
slowly drew my finger from the rear of her cunt to the front and over the
hood of her clit.  I turned and stalked into her room.

As I went into her bedroom, I looked around her room, trying to sum up
exactly what motivated this chick.  It must have been laundry day because
silk panties and brassieres seemed to decorate every available nail or hook
in the walls.

"Nice decorator," I leered at her as I hung one of her skimpier pair of
panties from my outstretched finger.

"I didn't think you would mind," she said, entwining her body around me, sans
clothes.  She must have left them in the bathroom or living room before
following me into the bedroom.I maneuvered her over to the bed and
unceremoniously we tumbled on to it.

I quickly rolled onto my back, her laying over me, face down.  Ever notice
how some fighters like to lead with a certain step or faint before a punch. 
Well, I like to begin a heavy fuck from a certain position.  Laying on my
back, I slightly spread my legs.  She draped herself over me, her left leg
between mine, slightly cocked, and her right leg extending down my left side.
 She supported most of her upper body on her right elbow and forearm, her
left arm laying across the top of my head.  From here I had unfettered access
to every key point of her body.

I began by slowly kissing her mouth, nipping at her puffy lower lip.  From
here, I kissed along her jaw line, working my way to her ear, biting and
pulling at her cute little lobe.  My hands lightly skated across her body,
slowly along the sides of her rib cage to start the goose bumps to standing,
and then in towards the insides of her thighs, along the crack of her ass and
up her spine.  As my kisses made their way down her neck, I pushed her
further up my body, bringing her tits to my face.

As at the ski resort, I began slow ministrations to her titties, kissing all
over their succulent surface, getting rougher as I went along.My hands
began a slow kneading of her ass, alternately pushing her cheeks together and
roughly pulling them apart.  As my tongue and teeth worked Keri's erect
nipples more urgently, my fingernails began to scrape their way along her
ass, inner thighs, and outer pussy lips.

After about a half hour of this, I decided to test her will power.

"Go take a shower."

"Wha'?  Why, do I smell bad?" she began to apologize, looking away in shame.

"Not at all," I said, squeezing her breasts harder than I had anytime
previously.  She gasped as I forced them together and alternated between each
nipple, sucking so hard her nipples would have had hickeys if they weren't
rose colored already.

"I want to see you come out of the shower, dripping water, your hair
plastered to your neck.  I love the smell of a woman fresh from the shower -
pink skin so clean from the soap and shampoo.

"Wear this when you come out," I said as I grabbed her favorite flannel shirt
from the back of her computer desk chair and flung it at her.

"Yes Sir!" she said with a half salute and a chuckle and turned back to her
walk to the bathroom.

After I heard the water start and the shower door slide closed, I started my
explorations of her room.  First I found where the candles were, lighting
three around the room.Combined with the light streaming through the curtain
from the street lamp outside, they would provide plenty to see every inch of
what I was playing with.  Next I went through her small collection of compact
discs.Selecting Tangerine Dream, I placed it in the player and adjusted the
volume.  She had some massage oil on the night stand near her bed, so I took
this into the kitchen and set it into a cup of hot water.  Bringing this and
a kitchen towel back into the bedroom, I heard the shower turn off and the
glass door slide open.

As Keri entered the room, I was waiting for her.  Her eyes had not adjusted
from the brightness of the bathroom to the relative darkness of the bedroom. 
She didn't see me as I stepped from her side and grabbed her shoulders,
pulling her to me and then forcing her up against the wall.  I glued my mouth
to hers as my hands roamed her tight body, not letting any crevice or furrow
go unexplored.Just as she started to buck her hips against my hand and she
broke her kiss to turn her mouth to the side for more oxygen, I let her go
and walked over to the bed.

"Come here," I said as I sat on the edge of her silk comforter.  She
straddled my lap facing me, the flannel shirt hanging open down the middle of
her body.  Hiding just enough of her tits to be enticing, it showed enough to
easily keep my attention.  I applied kisses and nips to her neck as my hands
began squeezing her ass.

I scooted back on to the bed and she came with me.  She ended up kneeling
over me, looking down at me as she pushed her hair up onto the top of her
head.

"You like my hair wet like this, don't you," she asked as she let it fall
around her neck.  She dropped forward, her hands on either side of my head
and she began to work her head in circles, causing her hair to slide across
my face and chest.

"Yes," I growled, pulling her chest towards my waiting mouth.  She again
assumed the position I favor so much.  When Keri was again grinding her hips
into my hand, asking for my fingers inside her, I had some more in store for
her.

"Get up," I whispered in her ear.  She must have thought I was going to undo
my pants, as she knelt over me.

"No," I said, "get off of the bed."

She looked puzzled, but did as I asked.  Keri was beginning to trust me I
could see, as whenever she did what I asked she seemed to experience
pleasure.

I stood up beside her.  She moved to embrace me, but I gently pushed her away.

"Lay on your stomach," I ordered.  I reached for the bottle near her
headboard, and taking the massage oil I poured a generous amount into my
cupped hand.  She did as I commanded, crossing her arms and resting her head
on them, facing the wall.  I poured this into the small hollow in her lower
back, and feeling this she froze, because any major movement would spill the
oil onto her beautiful bedspread.

"Don't turn around Keri," I said as I slipped my shirt over my head, then my
pants down.  Finally I was naked and slid onto the bed and her.  I straddled
her upper thighs and began to slide the oil up her back and down her arms. 
When I had generously coated her back, I began a slow massage, working from
the very tip of her tailbone and deep in her ass muscles to the wet hairline
on her head.  Completing this I turned to her legs starting at her feet.

I grabbed more oil and slathered it onto her legs.  Beginning with the
bottoms of her feet, I worked my way up her ankles, her calves, and her
thighs.  Slowly I began to knead the insides and back of her thighs, and
reaching up I would press deeply into her ass, spreading and closing them. 
Kneeling between her slightly spread legs, I could see her puffy pussy lips
push out from each other, the wetness glistening in the candle light.  SMACK!

The inside of her thigh shivered as I told her to spread her legs wider.

"You've never had someone massage your ass and pussy, and it not be sexual,"
I asked her.

"No," Keri replied in a dreamy sort of voice.  My thumbs worked their way up
her inner thighs, over her fat and blood engorged lips and just to the
outside of her puckered little asshole.  Definitely the hair will have to go!

She started to buck her hips.  SMACK!

"Don't move," I commanded, taking my hands from her body.  When she subsided
I began to rub again at her pussy and ass.  A few more iterations of slaps to
her ass and thighs, one very close to her cunt lips, and she began to relax
and just enjoy the massage for what it was.

After about an hour of Tangerine Dream and a full body massage, I was ready
to move on.  As she seemed to be half drowsing in her bliss, I knelt up and
delivered a sharp slap to her ass, enjoying the way the hard muscles only
allowed the cheek to quiver for an instant.

"Done!"

"Hmmm.That felt sooo good," she murmured as she ran her fingers through her
hair and looked over her shoulder at me.  Looking down my body she saw my
half-erect cock.  Looping a leg over my body, she turned to face me, sitting
directly in front of me.  She scooted forward and bent over at the waist,
bringing her lips to the tip of my cock.

"My turn," she growled as she lightly ran the tip of her tongue up and around
the head of my cock.  I watched her mouth as she then pursed her lips,
sucking in her cheeks and bobbing her head along the length of me.  I could
see that what so many guys had bragged about being a great blow job was not
going to be anything special.  I let her work at me for a minute or two
before reaching under her arms and pulling her up to me for a long kiss on
the mouth.

"Don't worry about me," I whispered in her ear, "just enjoy what I'm doing to
you."

She seemed to look a little hurt, as you could see that she was used to most
guys doing the usual kiss-finger-blow me bitch! routine.  Once someone begins
to believe that this is what a person wants and expects, they seem to think
there is not anything else out there.  So much to teach, and so little time!

I pushed her back into the pillows and started to kiss and suck my way to her
breasts.  This time I only spent a few minutes on her titties before working
my way lower.  Gathering her skin between my teeth, I would lightly apply
pressure until I knew she could feel just the first inkling of pain.  Then
moving lower, I would kiss and lick and then repeat this.  Finally I came to
the very start of her silky brown pussy hair.  Lightly pulling this from her
with my teeth, I could see her body react as the pain grew.  I caused more
pain with the hair than the skin.  I was trying to reinforce to her the shame
she should feel for such a shaggy pussy.  Her body language told me this
seemed to be working.

Quickly moving on, I kissed lower, and then veered around the hood of her
clit and down the insides of her thighs.  Drawing her leg up with my right
arm, I would alternate with drawing the tip of my tongue right to the edge of
her pussy lips and then away.  Her muscles quivered and I could see her hands
start to move towards my head before she would grip the bed cover until her
knuckles turned white.

"Oh God!  Please, please," she moaned between clenched teeth.

"'Please' what?" I asked her, my mouth a scant half inch from her cunt, my
breath moving over her clit.

"Please kiss me there," she moaned louder.

"There?" I teased as I kissed the inside of her thigh, a good six inches from
her pussy.

"You know where," she said, seeming to become almost angry.

"Well, if you are going to get upset, maybe I should stop," I said, pushing
my way up as if to back away.

"No!  Just please stop teasing me," Keri pleaded, looking right into my eyes.
 Her hands came up to my neck, lightly pulling me towards her wet pussy.

"Ask nicely for what exactly you want."

"Please kiss my... lips."

"Not good enough.  Be specific.  Don't worry with me Keri, and don't become
embarrassed.  Tell me exactly what you want.  I enjoy it when you ask."

"Please - kiss - my - pussy."

"There, that wasn't so bad, now was it," I teased as I lightly planted a kiss
directly on her clit.  Her eyes squeezed shut and the muscles on her neck
stood out as I drew the tip of my tongue from the very bottom of her slit to
the hair on her mound.I continued to lick from the back to the front,
gradually increasing the pressure, forcing her lips apart and my tongue
further inside her moist cunt.

As I forced my tongue deeper inside of her, my rough five o'clock shadow
would begin to grate its way up her puffy outer lips and inner thighs. 
Ending at her clit, I began to suck it between my teeth, forcing it against
my teeth with my tongue - much like how I played with her nipples. 
Eventually I stayed at her clit, alternating with cat-licking-the-cream licks
to her clit and rough assaults with my teeth.  As she began to develop a
stead rhythm against my mouth, I insinuated first one, then two, and finally
three fingers into her cunt.

"Don't stop...uhhh....yeah....yeah..."

I was being very aggressive with her clit, fairly buzzing it against my upper
front teeth with my tongue, rolling it back and forth in time with the deep
thrusts of my three fingers.  Her hips began to lift from the bed and her
fingers entwined in my hair, pulling me against her with the rhythm of her
thrusting hips.

Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps.  I glanced up at her as she
sounded as if she was crying and sobbing.  I saw tears streaming down her
face and landing on her heaving tits.  As she neared her climax I casually
moved my thumb so that it rested against her tightly puckered asshole.In
her thrashing and concentration on the feelings in her pussy, I doubt she
could even feel it.  As her orgasm crashed over her, I felt the familiar
pulsing of her muscles in her cunt, and how they were amplified in her
rectum.  As she would squeeze her legs against the sides of my head,
breathing in great gasps, her asshole would contract and relax.  I let my
fingers and thumb withdraw as she began to relax and her breathing became
steadier.

Now she began to push my mouth away from her pussy.

"Please...please...no more," Keri gasped out.  As I pulled away from her I
couldn't resist blowing across her cunt, the lips lying open to my gaze.  She
shivered and sucked in her breath, pushing harder against my shoulders.

"No more, please!"

I knelt up and turned her onto her side and spooned my body behind her.  She
continued to sob and when I asked if she was all right, she informed me that
she was perfectly fine.  When she came she always seemed to cry.  I held her
as the sobbing subsided.

"Just lay here for a while.  Don't worry about that homework.  I'll make sure
that I give you mine and you can copy it first thing in the morning."

"Thanks.  I'm sorry you didn't have as much fun as I did."

"What do you mean?"  I asked, knowing full well what she was talking about.

"You didn't cum.  But thank you.  Most guys seem to only want 'Wham, bam,
thank-you Ma'am!'"

"Well, I'm not most guys."  Kill 'em with kindness!  Am I evil or what?

"If you want, let me rest a few minutes and I'll take care of you," she said
over her shoulder, working her ass against my crotch.

"That's okay," I said, plainly lacking enthusiasm.

"What?  Don't you like my sucking you?" she asked in a pained tone of voice.

"It was okay," again with the same 'ho-hum' tone.

Rolling onto her back she looked at me as I traced my finger on her skin,
propped up on one elbow.

"You really don't like my blow jobs do you?  I've never heard any
complaints," she said defensively.  I could tell she was trying to boost her
self-esteem.

"Do you swallow?" I asked, looking straight into her eyes.

"Yes. Some guys I really don't like the taste of, but it makes them happy."

"Exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"You swallow.  Who is going to complain to a woman who has a mouth full of
his cum?  But if you will look at the clock you'll see we've been at this for
almost four hours.  And you just now came.  So do you think a good blow job
is just sliding your head up and down my dick until I come in your mouth
after a couple of minutes?  If I wanted that I could just do this:"

And I began to slowly stroke my cock as it grew harder.  I watched her eyes
as she looked at it swell and grow.  Obviously she had never seen a man
masturbate before from the look of surprise on her face.  And she was the
so-called slut?  No wonder she couldn't suck a good dick or tell a man what
to do.It was written in her whole being from how she walked to talked to
applied herself to schoolwork.Men had always come into her life, literally,
and then gone right back out.  And she didn't understand why.

I let my hand drop again to her flat tummy, stroking my fingers up and down
her.

"I'll leave my homework on the table," I said as I gathered the blanket
around and over her.  Kissing her on the top of the head I gathered my
clothes and quickly dressed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as I softly shut the door on my way out.

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