Adult Image Library 2/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_2_Disc2.iso/stories/virtvirg.txt

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"Can I have a sip?"

"Sure."

Michael sampled a few drops of the foul-tasting diet softdrink, basking
in the beauty of the cute blond freshman from whom he had bummed the
drink.  He and Steve had come a few minutes late into the numerical
analysis lecture and Michael picked the two seats near the back, only
because of the cute babe with the soda.

"Thanks," he said handing the can back.

"No problem," she smiled back.  She had perfect white teeth Michael
noticed.  Without the glasses she'd be a model.

Michael took out his clipboard and started copying the first two boards
of linear programming equations.  The blond glanced at the paper he was
writing on and noticed that the subject, lecture number, date, and
topic headings were pre-printed on the otherwise blank graph paper.
His handwriting was fast but neat and he used a template to draw
colorful diagrams.

"Another nerd," Karen sighed disappointedly.  "Too bad; he had the body
for it," she thought to herself.  Karen had just broken up with her
third boyfriend in as many months.  The guys up north were either drunken
frat boys or boring nerds.  The obnoxious yankee sitting next to her
was cute but didn't even have the time to notice her.

As soon as the bell sounded for the break, a pandemonium of folding
desks and babbling voices erupted, drowning out the end of the
professor's lecture.

"You a computer person?" Michael asked the cute girl alluringly.

"Not hardly; I'm a civil engineering major," Karen told the offensive
yankee.  "What about y'all?"

"Biomed," he replied gazing into her blue eyes.  They somehow weren't
quite round; She had weird eyes, he thought.  The pupils dilated as she
looked at him and Michael's heart skipped a beat.  He had just read in
"Popular Psychology" that pupil dilation meant physical attraction.
Here was his chance to lose his virginity.

"Thanks for the soda.  You busy for dinner?"  he asked matter-of-factly.

"Um, er... no," she stammered.  His question took her completely by
surprise. "I live up the hill and usually take my supper at the Jenson
Commons."

"Great accent," Michael thought.  "'take my supper'  Ha!  She sounds
like a dixie bell," he thought.  "I wonder if she had a debut and lives
on a big plantation at home," he mused.

"Jenson's food must be better than Leutner's on north campus.  Hows
about I pick you up for an early dinner and then we catch the movie at
the film club?  It's a gonna be a great film,"  he rambled.

"Well, I don't rightly know.  We were never introduced," she said slowly.

"Come on.  You can bring your roommates and friends.  It'll be fun," he
assured her.

"Well I suppose..."

"Great.  Where do you live?" he asked.

"Well I do declare!  I don't even know your name."

"Michael Wilson, from Philadelphia.  Pleased to meet you."  Michael offered
his hand.

"Karen Lou-Anne Hammaker.  Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wilson," she said
regaining some composure.

"Please call me Michael," he said smiling expansively.  "Where should I
pick you up?"

"I live in the Morely dormitory.  I can meet you in the lounge there at
6:30.  Will that be all right?"

"That's a little late.  The film starts at 6:30.  What about 5:30?  Is that
too early?"

"No.  5:30 will be fine."

The word sounded like "fahn" when she spoke it.  Michael couldn't help
smiling broadly at her beguiling southern accent.

The film was an excellent Swedish adventure story called "Man on the
Roof;" it had many slice-of-life scenes from daily Swedish life
including some steamy sex.  Michael took her hand at the begining of
the film and massaged her fingers and palms ever-so-lightly.  By the
time the film was over she was very wet in the crotch.

"Come on, I'll walk you home," he said as the lights came up.

"Thank you."

They held hands during the walk and talked about school, professors and the
film.  When she unlocked the dormitory door, he came inside with her and
followed her wordlessly up the stairs to the suite she shared with four
other girls.

No one was in the common living room when they arrived; they silently
and discretely slipped into her tiny bedroom.  Karen closed the door
and gestured for Michael to sit on the tiny bed.  She sat next to him
and wordlessly they embraced and started necking.

At the ripe age of 17, Michael had problems breathing when he was
kissing a girl.  Though he had had a lot of practice petting and
necking, he could never get the breathing part right.  He somehow
couldn't breathe through his nose properly, and didn't want to exhale
in the girl's mouth.  It made him nervous and he took uneven, raspy
breaths.

"Relax," Karen told him.

Michael pushed her gently down onto the bed, kicked off his shoes and
climbed up next to her.  They picked up the necking again; he
concentrated on breathing regularly through his nose and tried to
relax.  Soon his hand wandered down to her blouse, roughly massaging
her breasts.  Then he put his hand on her jeans and started
boisterously massaging her entire crotch.  Karen had no objections and
continued their hot french kissing.  His touch was quite rough and he
was applying too much pressure, but she had gone through worse; on the
whole, she was enjoying the experience.  Sensing no resistance, Michael
started to un-button her jeans.

"Do you really want to do this?" she asked him earnestly.

"Yes," he said seriously.

"No regrets?" she asked.

"Of course not."

She started undressing quickly and efficiently.  He had to hurry to catch up
with her.  Before climbing under the covers he noticed her creamy white skin
and red pubic hairs.

Michael had never been in bed naked with a girl before and didn't
really know how to begin.  He had often fantasized about sex, of
course, and was determined to try cunnulingus.  After roughly and
inadeptly massaging her erect nipples and very wet vagina, he slid down
the bed and started licking the opening of her vagina.  The taste made
him nauseous and he almost threw up his dinner.  He did not stop,
however, determined to do it right.  Every few seconds he searched for
her clitoris with his toungue but couldn't find it and went back to
licking the opening of her vagina and vulva just above it.

Smiling at his eager ineptidude, Karen finally pulled his face up to
hers and kissed him long and passionately.  She positioned his body on
top of hers and spread her legs in missionary position.  Michael had no
idea how to orient himself to enter her dripping cunt.  He lay on top
of her patiently waiting for her to get his cock inside.  She had
to do all the maneuvering with his weight clumsily on top of her.  She
finally settled his cock into her cunt and thrust her hips up
rhythmically.  Michael picked up the rhythm after a few strokes, but
got carried away and his penis came out.  He helped her get it back in
and started pumping again.  After a few minutes of fervent rutting, his
cock came out again.  He was getting better at finding her cunt and got
it back in himself this time.

Soon after he put his penis back into her pussy the third time, he was
again delightedly pumping fast and hard.  Before long, Karen was
moaning in orgasmic ecstacy.  Michael hardly noticed and couldn't
believe at first that she had climaxed.  He slowed his rhythm.

"Are you through?" he asked innocently.

"Yeah," she said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer.  Now
that she was concentrating solely on keeping his cock inside her,
Michael's inexperienced thrusting was easier for her to control.  In a
few minutes, he was ejaculating, grunting softly as his cock spat hot
semen deep into her vagina.

"Do you want to try again?" he asked shyly.

"I suppose," she said.  She could feel that his penis was still hard
inside her vagina and it did not feel like it was getting any softer.
She had never made love to anyone as young as Michael and wondered if
all virgins had the staying power of this one.

He started pumping again slowly, kissing and licking her lips softly.
Soon the rhythm, intensity, and pressure of his coital plunges
increased.  Karen pushed her pubic bone against him hard at each inward
thrust.  In a half hour she was moaning again.  This time Michael felt
her shudder and the realization that she was having an orgasm made him
suddenly very hot.  In ten quick, forcefull strokes he was exploding
again, amplifying Karen's pleasure and prolonging her orgasm.

Karen noticed that Michael was not sweating or even breathing hard,
another new experience for her.  Her over-sensitive vagina felt that
his penis was still hard inside her and it was a starting to be a bit
irritating; this time, however, she felt it start soften.

"Thank God for small favors" she thought to herself.

When his penis shrank somewhat, Michael withdrew and carefully rolled off
her.  He held her close, kissed and cuddled with her a few minutes before
speaking.

"Thanks," he said haltingly.  "If you couldn't tell, that was my first
time."

"And your second, honey,"  she drawled affectionately.

They smiled and talked about grades, engineering core courses,
marriage, numerial analysis, and the human condition.  At length
Michael got bored.

"Do you want to try again?" he asked timidly.

"My my, Michael, but you are a virtuoso virgin," she teased him.
"Let's see if you're really up to it."  She reached down and started
rubbing his cock with her palm.  Her deft manipulations betrayed her
experience and Michael speculated about hand jobs she had given boys in
High School.

Michael's penis rose to the occasion and in a few minutes he was on top
of her again, driving his cock into her vagina hard and hurredly.  In fact
his rhythm and pressure were not very arousing to Karen who basically just
lay there submissively.

"How ya doin?" he asked after a while.

She pecked a little kiss on his lips and pulled her knees up to give
him deeper penetration.  The new position and deeper penetration put
more pressure on his cock.  Each stroke brought him unconsciously
closer to ejaculation.  Unprepared for the sudden sensual
amplification, Michael suddenly realized he was about to ejaculate
again.

"I'm going to..." he said.  His cock spurted hot semen deep into Karen's
cunt and he grunted ecstatically.  Spent, he lay limp on top of her for a
while.

"Should I go?" he asked groggily a few minutes later.

"If you don't, you'll only be the ninth guy to sleep in our suite this
semester alone," she replied brightly.

"You mean I can stay?" he asked enthusiastically.

"Sure.  Move over and give me some covers."

He woke up the next morning with Karen in his arms and a hard, hot cock
poking at the covers.  He gently fondled Karen's breasts, blissfully
staring at her beautiful face and long sensuous hair.  Still half
asleep, Karen blindly fumbled under the covers and brushed against his
huge burning erection.  She befuddedly pulled him on top of her, and
for the fourth time in his life Michael was joyfully copulating.  In
five minutes he exploded.

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically.  "Are you close?"

She actually was starting to wake up and get aroused.  She kissed him
as he continued to pump his dick in and out.  However, in a few short
minutes, his erection subsided.

"I'm sorry," he said again forlornly.

"But I enjoyed it, Michael," she said cheerfully.

"When's your first class?" he asked, changing the subject.  He withdrew his
limp cock and deftly got out of bed.

"Ten o'clock.  Why?"

"I've got to be at Strosacker at eight for Logic.  Come with me to breakfast?"

"No thanks.  I'd really rather get some more sleep."

Karen smiled affectionately and watched him get dressed.

"I'll call you," Michael said on his way out.

In fact, he never saw Karen again.  She avoided him in classes, and
never returned his calls.  He learned later that she dropped out of
school and went to live in New Orleans.  Almost eighteen, and no-longer a
virgin, Michael faced the task of finding a girl friend, or at least a
sex partner, with a new optimistic outlook.
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