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Jason - 3
by Emanon Pen (hgoldone@hotmail.com)

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A young man's decline into cucoldry and sissification. 
(MF-teens, oral, cuck)

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Chapter 3 – Rachel

The first time Jason saw her, she was walking across 
Washington Square Park heading for the School of Film 
at New York University. He blinked his eyes to be sure 
she was not a mirage. What he could tell is she stood 
about 5'5" had blonde hair, and nice legs. The fall 
jacket she was wearing covered everything else, but he 
knew from the glimpse of her, he had to meet her. For 
the next week-and-a-half, Jason sat in the same spot in 
the park hoping to see her again. During his wait, he 
would think about her and feel the heat in his loins.

He looked up just in time to see her enter the park. 
She was wearing the same tan barn coat and jeans. He 
could not believe his luck. She was alone and traveling 
towards the same building. He got up and trailed behind 
her.

She walked with a purpose, held her head high, and her 
body language told anyone passing her that she was 
someone who knew who she was and where she was going. 
Jason did not know how to approach her. What would a 
girl from New York want with a farm boy from Kansas? 
How would he get to meet her? His mind came up with 
several different scenarios. 

He hit on it just as she entered the building. Whatever 
class she was taking, he was taking also. It did not 
matter to him that five weeks of the semester had 
already passed. His other classes were not a problem. 
His professors knew that he would show up for the tests 
and ace them. He was determined to meet her. He would 
sit in today and talk to the professor about auditing 
the class.

Jason followed her up the stairs to the third floor and 
into a class on 'The Making of Film Noir'. He had 
absolutely no idea what the class was about. She sat in 
the middle of the room, which gave him the opportunity 
to sit behind her. At least he would not have to turn 
around to see her. That would be embarrassing 
especially if he was caught. He had to know her name. 
Jason's mind raced with questions, fantasies, and 
reality. When the professor came in, she stood up, 
walked to the front of the room, and handed him a 
paper.

"Thank you Rachel," the professor said. "I hope next 
time you will not be late with an assignment".

"No, Mr. Johns, I will not," she replied.

Rachel turned to return to her seat and Jason had his 
first look at her face. His breath left his body like 
someone had just punched him in the stomach. She was 
beautiful. She had a face like an angel. Her blond hair 
was braided in pigtails and her face just radiated. 
Jason could see she had the most beautiful green eyes. 
They glowed like emeralds between her eyelids. 

Her lips were narrow but very well shaped underneath 
her perfect nose. Her ears were perfectly shaped and in 
each lobe were two earrings. She stood 5'5", weighed 90 
pounds, the shape of her calves and thighs were perfect 
for her size. Her breasts were small but if they were 
larger, they would take away from her beauty. She 
carried herself with an air of authority. Again, Jason 
realized that Rachel knew exactly what she wanted and 
where she was going to get it.

Rachel's eyes contacted his for the briefest of 
moments. A small smile came upon her lips, her eyes 
twinkled, and she nodded at Jason. His crotch stirred 
and he almost fell out of his seat. Immediately 
paranoia struck him. Was she looking at him? Could she 
be looking at someone sitting behind him? 

Maybe what he saw was all in his imagination. Students 
had come in after him and he was not smart enough to 
sit in the last row of desks. Jason was very confused 
because the one thing he did not want to do was make an 
ass of himself. He watched Rachel take her seat and 
prepare for class.

The two-hour class flew by and before he knew it, he 
was stalling hoping he would have an opportunity to 
create a meeting with Rachel. She sat until almost 
everyone had departed the class. When she stood up, she 
made a point of looking towards the back of the room. 
Upon seeing Jason sitting there, she smiled to herself, 
gathered her books, put on her coat, and took one last 
glance before leaving the room. Jason told himself that 
she was looking at him. Why, because there was no one 
in the seats behind him. He got up and followed her out 
the door.

"Excuse me...' Jason said except it was not loud enough 
for Rachel to hear. He picked up his pace to get closer 
to her. In his haste, he bumped right into her.

"Excuse me. I did not mean to bump into you."

Rachel turned, looked straight into his eyes, and 
stated, "Oh, yes you did. I know you followed me to 
class."

Jason face turned crimson. He was at a total loss for 
words. His crotch was on fire and he tried to hide his 
sexual excitement. Rachel could see his predicament and 
continued to stand there to see how long she could make 
him suffer. She smiled, her eyes lit up, and her tongue 
move over her lips leaving a coating of saliva that 
accentuated the color of the lipstick she was wearing. 
Jason continued to stand there with his mouth open 
trying to say something. 

As intelligent as Jason is, he was like a newborn baby 
trying to speak for the first time. His embarrassment 
grew, his face turned a brighter shade of red, and with 
his hands in his coat pockets, and he closed his coat 
over his growing erection. He had to get out of this 
situation without losing his dignity.

Rachel knew that she had done enough damage to his 
dignity and self-esteem. "Two questions. One, Where you 
from? Two, want to buy me a cup of coffee?"

Jason came out of his reverie. "Kansas and yes" he 
replied.

They turned, walked down the three flights of stairs, 
and exited the building on the Fifth Avenue side. 
Without asking him where he wanted to take her, she set 
out for the park. Nothing passed between them as they 
walked across the park to one of the hot dog vendors on 
the periphery. She stopped, ordered two coffees, and 
said "Jason will pay." Without missing a beat she 
picked up her coffee, stepped aside, and let Jason move 
in to get his cup and pay.

"You know my name?" Jason asked, his voice unable to 
hide his wonderment.

"Oh, yes. I also know that you sat for the past week-
and-a-half waiting for me to walk across Washington 
Square to get to class. Only, I walked around the park 
making sure that you were still there until I was 
satisfied that you were dumb enough to sit there until 
I crossed the park" she replied with a twinkle in her 
eye.

"How did you know my name? I have never spoken to you 
before today. I fact, I never saw you until the other 
week. How do you know my name?" Jason asked trying to 
keep the incredulousness out of his voice.

Rachel took a sip of her coffee and started walking 
towards the wall where Jason liked to sit as he watched 
the people of New York go about their daily business. 
She placed her books on the wall and sat down inviting 
him to do the same. She looked at him over the rim of 
her coffee cup and said, "You live with Alexander 
Grandov. He nickname among the co-eds is Horse Cock. 
According to the rumors, he is hung like a horse and 
knows how to use it. I personally do not have first 
hand experience, but a girl in my English class said he 
was the best fuck she ever had."

"But that still doesn't explain how you know my name."

"Because you live with Alexander of course. Believe it 
or not, a lot of girls are wondering if you're hung 
like he is."

"I only wish" escaped from Jason's mouth. He regretted 
saying it the moment it passed through his lips.

Rachel looked at him with the knowledge of someone who 
knew more than she let on. Jason sat there and just 
continued to stare at her. His penis pushed against his 
stomach and was obviously getting very hard. He never 
liked to get erections in public. Rachel put her coffee 
cup down and reached for some imaginary object on the 
other side of him. Her hand passed across his lap, 
bushed against his thighs, and as she pulled her hand 
back made it pass over his erection. She did it knowing 
that he would probably flinch or die of embarrassment 
from feeling her hand pass over his erection.

"Seems you have something in your pants," she laughed.

"Please, please. I am not very experienced with women. 
I..." again Jason regretted what he said. He just 
stared at the ground below his feet.

"Oh, I see" Rachel replied while trying to stifle the 
laugh she felt rising from her stomach. "Listen, I have 
to get back to Long Island. Why don't you meet me here 
tomorrow at 11:00 AM. I know you do not go to class and 
if I am correct, you do not have any tests tomorrow. 
One minute late and I am gone." With that, she stood 
up, picked up her books, and headed towards Fifth 
Avenue where she hailed a cab.

Jason saw she left her coffee cup and a book. He looked 
toward where she was walking and saw she was already 
gone. Jason picked up the book and tossed both coffee 
cups into the trashcan on the corner. His mind was in 
turmoil. How could he get in touch with her, because 
she may need the book for an assignment? He walked back 
to the apartment thinking about Rachel and whether or 
not she left the book on purpose. 

This exacerbated his erection problem as it slowly 
dawned on him that she might have left it on purpose. 
He hoped that his cock would get soft as he walked to 
the apartment, but that wasn't the case. Jason actually 
started to run the three blocks to his building. By the 
time he arrived in front of the building, his key was 
out of his pocket, his mind continued to race, question 
her motives, and his erection was still pressing 
against his stomach. It did not take long for him to 
get into the building and run up the three flights of 
stairs to his apartment.

He opened the door and much to his relief Alexander was 
not home and more importantly he was not there fucking 
some co-ed. Jason walked into his room, tossed his coat 
on the floor, closed the door, and laid down on his 
bed. His right hand moved to the bulge in his jeans and 
he started to caress his erection. He closed his eyes 
and saw Rachel in his minds eye. 

His erection pulsed against the confines of his 
underwear and jeans and he could feel its heat with the 
palm of his hand. Jason could not handle the sexual 
excitement that was coursing through his body. He 
unbuckled his belt, opened the button at the top of his 
jeans, pulled down the zipper, hooked his thumbs under 
the elastic waistband of his underwear, and pulled down 
his jeans and underwear.

His cock sprung free and stood away from his stomach. 
Jason looked at his cock and could not believe how big 
it looked to him. The veins were standing out along its 
shaft and the head was pulsing. At least that is what 
he thought he saw happening. 

Jason had not masturbated in several weeks and with the 
sexual excitement, he was feeling would not let him get 
through it without some relief. His right thumb and 
index finger encircled the base of his cock and started 
to stroke it very gently. Although he knew it was his 
hand, he thought about how Rachel's hand, mouth, or 
pussy would feel around his cock.

His breathing started to shorten. His hand slid up and 
down his cock. When the ring formed by his thumb and 
index finger slid over the ridge at the base of the 
head of his cock shivers shot up and down his spine. He 
could feel his anus pulsing as he continued to pleasure 
himself. His left hand slid between his legs so he 
could play with his balls. He would take his fingers 
and gently rub from the base of his scrotum to his 
asshole. 

This in combination with the movement of his hand over 
the shaft and head of his cock was sending waves of 
pleasure from his groin though his entire body. He bent 
his legs at the knees and lifted his butt a little each 
time he felt the need to squeeze them together. His 
hands continued their movement and he could feel the 
start of his orgasm coming.

Jason did not want to delay the impending orgasm. With 
his eyes closed, his butt pushed off the bed, his left 
hand playing between his legs, and his right hand 
stroking his erection the first pulse of cum shot from 
his testicles, up through the shaft, out the hole in 
the tip, and landed on his face. The power of the 
ensuing orgasmic explosion took his breath away. 

He never had or for that matter felt such a powerful 
orgasm. With the last breath, he whispered, "Rachel" 
then all his muscles tightened, and four powerful 
spurts of cum shot from his cock. His cum felt warm 
against his face and chest. He was very relaxed, and 
drenched in sweat after the most powerful orgasm of his 
life. An orgasm precipitated by a girl name Rachel.

He was coming down from his orgasmic high and it was 
then he realized something was wrong. There was a draft 
coming from the direction of his door, but he closed 
his door. Jason turned his head towards the door 
leaving his right hand wrapped around his shrinking 
penis and opened his eyes. The sight made him drop open 
his mouth and try to speak, but he was frozen unable to 
move. Standing in the doorway with a big smile on her 
face was Rachel.

Rachel stepped into the room and closed the door behind 
her. She dropped her books and handbag onto the floor. 
She looked directly into Jason's eyes and she walked 
across the room to where he was lying on his bed with 
his underpants and pants bunched around his ankles. She 
dropped her barn jacket from her shoulders and it 
floated to the floor. Jason was in a trance. His right 
hand was still wrapped around his shrunk penis. Cum 
dripped from his hand into his pubic hair. Rachel did 
not say a word until she was standing next to his bed.

"Did I do that to you?" she said without any sense of 
embarrassment.

She placed her hand on his and gently removed it from 
his penis. Jason's penis did not move because when he 
was flaccid it was just four inches long. Rachel took 
his penis in her hand and leaned down to his ear and 
whispered, "What a cute little cock you have."

Jason blushed.

"I just came to get my book. Alexander was nice enough 
to let me in and leave at the same time. It made me 
very hot to hear you moan my name when you came. For 
such a small cock, you shot a pretty big load. How long 
since you had some?"

"Excuse me?" Jason replied.

Rachel squeezed his cock in her hand and said in a 
whisper and inflection that sounded very similar to his 
sister's, "When did you cum last? Answer me!"

"A week and a half ago." Jason squeaked.

"Three weeks ago? You mean after the first time you saw 
me?" she asked.

"Yes. You were my masturbation fantasy then as you were 
today." Jason said with power in his voice.

"Good, because at this time that is all I will be. Now 
look what you have done to my hand. What should I do 
with the cum that is all over my fingers?" Rachel said.

She took her hand and gently scraped his cum from his 
face and stomach. She stood with her legs apart giving 
Jason a clear look at her denim covered pussy. Rachel 
could see him looking at her with lust and fear in his 
eyes. 

"I know you want to make love to me. I know you want to 
know how my lips would feel around your cock, sliding 
up and down as I press my tongue against it. I know you 
want to know what my pussy looks like and feels like as 
you slide your cock in and out of me. If you are a 
good... Now be a good boy and clean my hand."

Without asking, she took her cum covered hand and 
placed it on Jason's lips. Jason's eyes opened wide in 
fear at what she wanted him to do. The last time he ate 
cum was when his sister made him do it after she caught 
him with it on his stomach after he masturbated 
thinking about her kneeling in front of her boyfriend. 
Rachel smiled at him, licked her lips, and pressed her 
crotch forward towards him. Jason closed his eyes, 
opened his mouth, and accepted her cum covered hand.

"Thank you sweetie. I knew you would not let me down. 
That is especially nice. Now use your tongue and lips 
to suck your stickiness from my hand. Yes, sweetie you 
suck my fingers so nice."

When he was done with her hand, Rachel stepped away 
from his bed, picked up her coat, handbag, and books 
and with her back to him as she left his room said, "Do 
not forget our date tomorrow."

Jason just lay on his be in total turmoil, his muscles 
not responding to his commands. Actually, he was not 
totally frozen stiff, because he noticed that the act 
of sucking Rachel's cum covered hand had given him 
another erection.

Continued in part 4...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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