Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

Life was pretty hectic for a few days after Paul’s departure. Mom was overly irritable, and aside from a question or two about “did the son of a bitch ever touch you, or ask you to do anything naughty with him?” which I answered with wide-eyed innocent lies, she mostly just sulked and drank. After about a week of that, she met a fellow at Jimmy’s Bar and brought him home with her for the weekend. I could tell by his raised eyebrows and whistled exclamation of approval when he entered the house that he had never been inside one as nice, although God knows it was just another frame three bedroom, lower middle-class average.

But the bum she picked up was apparently more used to rescue missions and flophouses, and Paul’s words stuck in my mind. Mom was a loser! A born loser, and she drew other born losers as birds of a feather flock together. I determined then and there that I wouldn’t be a loser all my life, and end up as Mom had done — picking up winos and bums just to get a man who would say “I love you” for a few drinks, meals, and pieces of ass. But who could I turn to, look up to, for advice, for help, for guidance? My dreams were shattered, my hero gone, my lover lost for all time. Boy, did I hit a new low in my emotional life!

The only redeeming feature from my experiences with Paul was a new-found awareness of myself, my body, and love. I was, and as torn apart by the resultant climax to my first torrid love affair, I could appreciate and enjoy and reminisce about the thrilling ecstasies that had been unfolded for my view, the new widened horizons that afforded a delightful vista of what life and love could be.

I immersed myself in my schoolwork, and my grades improved noticeably. Even with the morose thoughts that still filled my head when I remembered Paul’s phony love and his final epithets, I could still feel the flashing warmth of his touches, his kisses and his caresses. I even awoke a few times at night from dreaming of the intensely hot penetration of his huge cock up, up, up inside me, filling me, almost teasing me, but satiating my sensuous heart and train with his enormous masculine invasion.

At times like that, all I could do was masturbate, and I became very adept at it, beginning with clitoral stimulation, then, as my excitement plateau was reached, the insertion, at first, of a finger or two, then later on the ramming and cramming in of everything from carrots and cucumbers that I’d stolen from the refrigerator to a three-cell flashlight that I damn near fell in love with, its fluted rim was so thrillingly satisfying. This served to sate my body’s lust, but my emotional starvation and mental deprivation of love could not be stemmed by just physical completion. I became more and more withdrawn into myself, introverted is the word, I guess I’d cotton to them easily, and having made it with a man, it was hard to let a boy slobber and paw over me, so I struggled along, doing without.

Then came the Easter play. My grades had shot up so much that I had come to the attention of all my teachers, and my introversion was so definitely inset that my courtesy and behavior were in marked contrast to most of the rowdy kids in my class. So I was asked to play the lead in the Easter drama. I said “Yes” mostly because I couldn’t think of a good reason to say “No”, and Charlene DuBois and I were called in to the principal’s office one afternoon to be introduced to Larry Purcell, who would direct the play presentation.

Larry, or Mr. Purcell as it started out, was about five feet ten, medium build, about thirty years old, and handsome as hell. He had been hired just that year as the dramatics coach at City College, a two-year junior college across town. I only knew a few of the high school teachers by sight, and none of the college profs, so it was our first meeting. I swear, the second I laid eyes on him, I thought he was perfect. His smile, so wide and white, and the soft way he shook my hand and treated me as an adult, and the polite way he acted toward me and Charlene — well, he made us feel like grown-up ladies. I know, because the next day Charlene told me frankly that she was in love with him.

Charlene had been selected to be the student coordinator, meaning that she was in charge of the costumes, props, sets, and so forth, under the supervision of a teacher, of course. Mr. Purcell went over a long list of things with Charlene, and then dismissed her and turned to me.

“Sorry to have made you wait so long, Sheri. I generally talk to the lead first, get that out of the way, and then I can spend a long time with the prop and set business.”

“Hey! That’s wonderful,” he exclaimed, and I didn’t have any idea of what he meant until later. And then it was too late. “Have you done any acting before?” Again I shook my head, and he went right on. “Well, that’s all right. I’m sure your teachers knew you could handle it all right, or they wouldn’t have selected you for the lead. And you look perfect to me. In every way. You understand, we may have to be here at school lots of evenings getting your part down letter perfect — will your folks have any objections to that? And can you keep your schoolwork up that way?”

I explained that only my Mom was at home, and she didn’t much care where I was, or what I was doing, nor who I was with. As far as my grades went, they’d be no problem.

As we got ready to leave, after a half-hour of discussion of the general trend of the pageant, he helped me on with my coat, and I felt his strong arm encircle my shoulder and pull me close.

“We’re going to get along wonderfully, Sheri, dear, I just know it. Right, honey?”

“Yes, sir,” was all I could say.

“And don’t call me ‘sir’,” he laughed. “You make me feel too old. Tell you what, honey — when others are around, I’ll be Mr. Purcell, but when we’re alone, I want you to call me Larry. O.K.?” And then that flashing smile melted my knees.

“Oooooh, yes. Larry.” I tried it on for size. Both his hands caught my shoulders.

“This is to seal it, love,” he said softly, and pulled me to him. As his head bent down over me, I closed my eyes and felt the soft heat of his lips on my mouth. I opened my lips and teeth, and his wet, hot tongue darted in and met mine. “Jesus, Sheri, where’d you learn to kiss like that?” he asked, still crushing my breasts against his heaving chest.

With the cocky confidence of trusting love, I laughed up at him and said, teasingly, “I’ll never tell.”

“Fair enough,” he replied. “I don’t like a girl that’ll kiss and tell.”

“Oh, I won’t tell on us, either, Larry. I promise.”

“Good, Sheri. I can see we’re going to get along just wonderfully. I like you an awful lot, little angel, or I wouldn’t have done what we just did. I like girls, and you’re the sweetest by far that I’ve ever met. Keep that under your hat, but remember it.”

We parted smiling at the front of the school, and I walked on cloud nine all the way home, eager for the next — the first official — play practice.

Mom just shrugged when I told her that I had the lead in the play and would be practicing and rehearsing every night for the next several weeks. I knew that she was glad to have me out of the house and not underfoot, and as long as it was a school function, she figured she’d know where I was. In a sense, she took the same care of me that a person gives a cat — feed it, shelter it, comply with the humane laws, and let it do what it wants. I had come to expect nothing more from her.

Mr. Purcell had scheduled play practice from six-thirty until nine, Monday through Friday, so the next evening after supper I went to the school at six-thirty sharp and went directly to the auditorium, where the lights were already on. Larry was there alone, and greeted me with a big smile. He told me to toss my coat on a seat in the front row, and we went up on the stage. It was my first time ever up on a stage, and the vastness of the big auditorium was awesome. I was worried if I’d ever be able to make the people in the back of the room hear and understand me. Stage fright, I guess.

Larry took my arm and led me across the stage to the side and we went between the curtain and the set that was propped there. Just as I was about to ask him where we were going, he stopped and turned me around and pulled me up close to him and hugged me tightly. I lifted my face toward his, closed my eyes, and he kissed me, gently at first, then more and more passionately and deeply and hotly. My arms went around his neck and my tongue darted and probed into his lust-filled mouth, our tongues battling and intertwining. I could feel my body melting in his embrace, and the thought of his warm love filled my mind and increased my desire for him.

“Whew!” he exclaimed as we broke away to get our breath. “Damn, you sure know how to kiss, Sheri!”

I smiled at the compliment and snuggled close once again, pushing and straining to get my hard breasts pressed tightly against his muscular chest.

“You’re only the second man I’ve ever kissed,” I told him truthfully. “And I like it. A lot,” I added shyly.

“Boy, the first one sure must have been a good teacher,” Larry said. “Did he teach you anything else?”

“He might have.” I felt silly after I said it, because a girl shouldn’t play coy, but ought to be honest with a man she loves.

“Are you a virgin, Sheri? C’mon, level with me, honey.” His hand raised my chin up so I had to face him squarely.

“No, Larry. I was till a couple of months ago, and then, well… then.”

“Now don’t be embarrassed, love. I didn’t really mean to pry. It’s just that… well, you and I both know where all this is leading, don’t we? I think I love you, little one — it just hit me right off the bat. Boom! Just like that. And you’re so sweet and adorable. And you sure as hell look and act an awful lot more mature than most of my college students. You aren’t giggly and flighty like they all seem to be.”

“Thank you. I think I love you, too, Larry,” I said softly. “You’re so handsome and, well, everything. I’m not real good with words like you are, but I’ll show you how much I love you. And yes,” I continued, “I think I know what we both want to do. Make love. Right?”

“Right, little angel. You and I are the only ones in the whole school building tonight. The janitors left just before you got here, and I told them I’d lock up when I left. And I am not going to have the full cast start practicing for another week yet. Tonight is just for us. Do you mind?”

I smiled up at him, happy to know that he loved and wanted me just as I did him, we would belong to each other solely for at least a week. The thought of it warmed me, and I stretched up and kissed him again. That was the best sort of answer for his question, I thought.

I loved the gentle way his hands cupped my asscheeks as we pressed and probed with our tongues, and the grinding pressure of his body on my breasts and tummy made me almost swoon with the heated desire to share my love with him, to have him get inside me and express his love for me in the fullest and richest and most exciting and complete way. I had to have his love.

Larry led me to a corner backstage where the furniture props were stored, and we sat on a huge sofa there. As he slowly unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra, I could feel my nipples stiffening at the arousing thoughts that went all through my mind.

Then Larry was kneeling before me, his hands cupping the undersides of my tits and bouncing them lightly. As I watched, happy in the warm touch, his mouth encircled one of my nipples, and an electric charge shot through me as his hot wet tongue laved it. His grip became firmer and more masterful as his tongue fluttered rapidly across the pink tip, and waves of heat filled my belly and I pulled his head tighter and harder against my quivering tit as I tried to cram more and more of it into his hungry mouth.

He had to lean back and come up for air soon, and as he sat back on his haunches, gasping and smiling, he said softly, “I’m going to eat you up, Sheri. You know that, don’t you? All of you. Oh, God, baby, you are so sweet. So Goddam luscious. Mmmmmmm, I’ll never get enough of you, darling. Here, let me help you off with those clothes.”

I stood up and unzipped my skirt, and Larry slid it down over my thighs. Then he hooked his fingers in my panties and peeled them off rapidly. As I stood there in front of where he knelt, I wasn’t ashamed of my nudity.

He knelt there with his hands on my thighs and gazed at me up and down for a full minute, then pulled me close and buried his face in my muff, moaning and crooning. I put my hands on the back of his head and clung fiercely to him, the heat of his breath and the warm thrill of his touch making me all soft and liquid inside. I could feel a few drops of juice trickling down the crack of my pussy and knew that I loved Larry and wanted and needed his love. Right now.

Larry pushed me back onto the edge of the sofa and stood up and shed his clothes rapidly. He had a beautiful trim body, slim waisted and tall, not very much hair on his chest and legs, and although his cock wasn’t quite as big as Paul’s had been, I couldn’t see very much difference. I sure didn’t need one bigger, that was for sure!

His erection stood out in front of him like a warrior’s lance as he came to me on the sofa. He knelt down again in front of me, grabbed my hips and slid me forward until I just barely perched on the front edge of the sofa cushion. A gentle push reclined me, and I felt him lift my knees high up and far apart. I clasped my hands behind my knees and pulled them all the way against my chest, mashing my breasts into jiggly blobs. I could look down the length of my body and see his happy smile as he nestled his face into my bush.

At first I wasn’t certain whether he was touching my cunt lips or whether I was dreaming he did, he was so soft and gentle. Then I felt a slightly firmer pressure from his tongue as it raced up and down my hairline crack, and I could feel my fluids seeping out and knew that he was lapping them up and craving more. Then his fingers tenderly spread apart my lips and his hot stiff tongue darted inside to the eagerly receptive lining that begged for his loving oral caresses. I couldn’t keep from rocking my hips up and down, backward and forward, in time to his penetrating tongue, and then I felt his mouth settle hotly on my pussy and his tongue sought and found and flayed my clit. The screaming waves of ecstasy that surged through me at his whipping, stinging tongue bath soon got me to a peak, and I let the waves of love ride over me as I came — a blinding, searing thrill of ecstasy from which I was unable to keep silent.

“AAAAARRRJRRGGGHH!! Oh Larry oh God yes yes YEEESSSS! So good so Goddam good oh eat me up darling eat me oh yes more more MOOOORRRRE!! Don’t stop don’t ever stop oh God I’m commmmmniing oh God there it is again OOOOOOHHHH!!!” and I released my hold on my knees and slumped, exhausted and faint with the pain-pleasure of the exquisite thrill. I could feel my body writhing and turning under Larry’s hands, almost of its own volition, for I had no control of myself, my mind, my body, nothing. I was saturated with love and ecstasy and the sensuousness of the moment.

Larry stood up, wiping his cum-flecked lips and grinning broadly. “Goddam! You do me good! Jesus! You get so hot it makes me hotter than ever. Oooooh, lover, it’s wonderful, the way you’re so responsive. And quick. I’ll bet I could make you come twenty times in a row, in about five minutes. We’ll have to try to set some sort of record one of these nights. But right now, while you’re still hot and juicy and ready, I’ve got to fuck you. I can’t wait any longer!”

And with that flat statement, he knelt directly before me, and I could gaze along my belly and see the slow, inexorable advance of his cockhead as he neared my palpitating cunt lips that so begged for its invasion. His right hand held the shaft of his tool as he deftly separated my slimy pussy lips to facilitate its entrance. I felt the searing heat of his cock as the huge purple flared head touched the enhance of my cunt, and it was all I could do to remain silent and still as the thrill of this new lover rose higher and hotter in my body, my brain.

Then the smooth warmth of his filling cock penetrated into the snug red lining of my cunt, and my lust and desire rose in direct proportion to the length of the steaming cock that he slid up into my waiting, eager snatch.