Charlotte's Conversion (closed for Iwasagoodgirl)

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

You certainly knew your way around a woman’s body and were in complete control of the situation. You teasingly stripped before removing my little black dress and lacey undergarments. I was glad I hadn’t worn my stockings meaning you could get straight to my thighs. But it was going to be different this time. You ordered me, yes ORDERED me on to my belly and soon your hot mouth was on my back, nibbling my ears and causing me to grind backwards with my bottom.

I could feel your hard, wet, leaking, urgent manhood pressing against my buttocks and for a moment I feared you wanted me anally but then I felt you brushing my sex. I groaned before arching backwards and heard you ask me if I still wanted gentle and as soon as I answered ‘NO!’ You were in, pounding into me as I felt your hands mastering my breasts and turning my soft pliable nipples into hard rock like beads that were singing with lustful desire.

Unable to resist I succumbed to my overwhelming need to surrender and I bucked hard as I climaxed releasing a flood of love juice that bathed your urgent manhood tempting, teasing you to complete the moment. I felt you go rigid as your shaft jerked forward and I heard you cry out at you flooded me with your essence.

How many times did we make love? Four? Five? I don’t know. I remember waking with my head on your chest and trying to stir you again but you reminded me I had the toughest game of my life in a few hours and gently coaxed me back to sleep.

In the morning we showered, together and then went for breakfast, high energy and protein. Being Jewish I opted for the beef sausages with fresh eggs. Then we went our separate ways as I returned to my home to collect my kit and you arranged to meet your team mates and come to the stadium.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

I was feeling very relaxed, that glorious ease that follows a night of great sex. Yet, I would happily have spent the morning introducing Ruth to a few new positions, had you not had your game today.

But we had been good, rising and getting a proper breakfast, before parting. I had the time to go home to my flat and change. I put on my team jersey, so my mates could find me at the game. Then I tidied up around the flat a bit, on the chance Ruth returned with me this evening.

As I left for the stadium, I marveled at how my life had suddenly begun to revolve around Ruth. How had that happened? But so far, I was liking it!

I met my teammates in the parking lot, and received some good natured abuse about dragging them to a 'girl's' game. "Hey," I defended myself, "these 'girls' are pretty hot, and they can play! You'll thank me later."

They laughed, reminding me that I was buying the first round. Twenty minutes later, we were seated, beer in hand. It was a good sized crowd, and boisterous as the teams took the field. In a quieter moment during the opening ceremonies, Paul nudged me, "OK, which one is she?"

"Number 73," I grinned, "and her name's Ruth, by the way."

The word went down the line, and soon all my friends were ogling Ruth appreciatively. "But can she play?" Paul joked.

I laughed, "If she is half as energetic on the field as she is in bed, its going to be a rout."

"Care to make a wager on that?" he grinned.

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

There something obscene about playing rugby in the height of summer, but we’d worked hard all season for this moment and now we were in the Super Shield Decider. The added dimension for me was that this would be my last game for Wenlock because going to University meant I could no longer play for the club I’d joined when I was a little girl. The irony was that next season I’d be playing for Barton, our opponents today. If this wasn’t enough emotion there was the added incentive of having my lover in the crowd cheering me on.

We took to the field in the blazing sun and I noticed I was directly up against Jenny Newton, a rough tough defender who took no prisoners. Next season we’d be team mates but today I had to better her. We lined up for kick off and a immediately the action moved to the right. I grabbed the ball and accelerated with Jenny in pursuit. As her tackle came in I looked to my left and passed to our right centre, Lucy. Jenny’s tackle on me was high and the referee indicated he’d noticed it. Meanwhile I landed hard with Jenny on top of me knocking the air from my lungs. We lost possession and the referee immediately awarded us the kick for Jenny’s foul and Sandy scored our first field goal.

I soon got my breath back and the battle continued. Barton won a scrum on the twenty five and broke away for a touch down which they converted to lead 7-3. I looked up to the stand for inspiration and spotted you urging me on. That was all the motivation I needed. Soon Jenny and I faced each other on a line out. This time I evaded her tackle and sprinted for the goal line scoring a touch down. I looked up to you and saw you standing waving your arms in triumph. Sandy converted and shortly before half time Lucy added a touch down which Sandy converted to give us a lead of 17-7 at the half.

At half time Tommy went through some tactics with us and told me that although Jenny was strong she was not fast. My task was to keep her pinned in her own half and to look for every opportunity to pass her.

In the second half Barton scored an early field goal and nearly scored a touch down. Lucy intercepted and got the ball to me. I found myself in a mad dash, racing with Jenny covering almost the whole length of the field. At the twenty five I noticed Lucy on my left and dummied to pass to her which confused Barton’s defenders. Instead I put on an extra spurt and touched down. You were jumping up and down. Sandy converted and we led 24-10. But Barton are no mean team and scored a touch down and conversion with ten mintes to go.

So there we were, into the dying minutes of the season knowing that a score from Barton would take us into extra time. With just three minutes to go we were under pressure in our own half when we were awarded a free kick. Sandi kicked long and deep into touch to earn us a line out. Again Jenny and I rose against each other when the I found myself with the ball. I saw my chance and charged for the goal line for the touch down. Sandy converted and we were 31-17 ahead. We kept possession for the final minutes and at full time we were congratulated by our opponents and after receiving the shield we etired to the shower room.

Both our girls and Barton were talking about the hunks in the stand. “The one with the Brancaster shirt on is my boyfriend” I said proudly “so hands off! The others are up for grabs, first come first served!” After the showers we put our girlie clothes on and made our way outside. There you were, with your team inviting us to join you in the bar. I fell into your arms and whispered “I’m taking the morning after pill tomorrow and won’t be able to have sex for forty eight hours. So if you want spill more seed inside me tonight is your night!”

We enjoyed the celebrations as did your friends and my team mates including my new team mate, Jenny, who was well away being chatted up. I sat opposite you with my top button open to show some cleavage. I saw your eyes focusing and felt my nipples harden. We were going to have a busy night.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

I grinned broadly as your team exited the stadium, a squad of hot, fit women, flushed with victory. You made a beeline for me, giving me a fierce hug and kiss, as I congratulated you. I lifted you up, my face pressed against the base of your neck, smelling your freshly bathed skin, until both our teammates interrupted us with calls for introductions. A flurry of names, and compliments over great plays later, my team invited yours to a local pub we frequented after games. Some of your teammates were joined by their husbands and boyfriends, so our squad swelled to a platoon as we walked down the street. We invaded the pub like a boisterous Mongol hoard, the bartender looking up with the cheerful eyes of a merchant about to make a profit. Orders were placed as we settled into the function room, my mates seating themselves near to your unaccompanied mates. The married couples were looking on with amused nostalgia, as potential couples chatted each other up. I found myself a bit quieter than usual, enjoying watching Ruth laugh and cut loose. I really liked what I saw, and felt even more drawn to you.

You noticed me watching you at one point, leaning in to tell me that I had a narrow window to enjoy you. We were crammed into a booth with some of our friends, which made it difficult to do more than run my hand along your thigh beneath the table. My fingers dipped lower, teasing your inner thigh. You blushed and your eyes sparkled, as I teased verbally, "I am ready when you are."

I laughed when your hand slid up my thigh and skated over my groin, as you asked, "Are you really?"

In reply, I pressed my fingers closer to your panties, "Always!"

More food arriving broke the moment. We feasted, keeping an eye on each other, other hungers building silently...

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

I was so proud to show you off to both my old and new teammates and I soon saw how the ‘unnatached’ girls were soon snapped up, including Jenny Newton who was being comforted in defeat by a dark haired hunk called Stewart, the full back in your team.

We got to the function room and I felt every eye in the room on us. As your hands began to wander I felt my nipples harden and my groin getting moist. As my hand lowered to your crotch I felt your hardness and knew what you wanted to do to me. As my bunny became wetter I whispered to you “Be careful, I’ve got brand new knickers on!” You were about to say something when Stephanie, my shadow reserve soon to take my place at Wenlock called out my name. I looked up from concentrating on you to see the Mayor with a statue in his hand. “Ruth Cohen” he said as beckoned me forward “Player of the Final 2018.”

Hot and bothered by your attention and blushing because Every eye was on me I stepped forward to receive the trophy. “SPEECH! SPEECH!” The team shouted as I was gathering my thoughts. “I’d like to ... like to thank Peter, our coach, and all my teammates. This is for you too because without you I would have never have been in the final. So thank you!” I stopped and then had a naughty thought “I’d also like to thank Andrew, my boyfriend for encouraging me today. “

I sat down next to you and whispered “My nipples are hard, my knickers are wet and I will be taking my morning after pill tomorrow. So you have just a few hours to take advantage of me and fill me with your essence.” I held your gaze and whispered even softer “Teach me how to be a woman!”

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

I don't know how much people at our table were aware, but Ruth and I were engaged in clandestine foreplay as we ate. One hand wielding a fork or glass, the other beneath the table, stroking a thigh or a growing bulge. We would gaze at each from time to time, our eyes smoldering, communicating our want.

Mary, one of your teammates, seated opposite us in the booth, teased, "Ok, both hands on the table you two!"

"Yes Motherrrr," you retorted, laughing.

A minute later, you were called up and declared the MVP. You were gracious about it, sharing the credit, even thanking your boyfriend!

I felt a number of my teammates look over at me curiously, one at my table asking quietly when this had happened. "Recently," I answered honestly, pondering a bit about how quickly this was happening.

I watched you as you returned to out table, undressing you with my eyes. As you settled into your seat again, I congratulated you, before you leaned over and whispered in my ear. Like I could teach you anything about the womanly arts... LOL I leaned closer and whispered back, "Believe me, you are an incredible woman, and I will happily celebrate that too."

We stayed a bit longer, then made our excuses and slipped out. Once we were out of the building, I slipped my arm around you, as we walked to my car. My hand drifted down, sliding over one of your muscular cheeks, giving you a firm squeeze. You giggled at my brazen cop, swiveling your hips as you walked, teasing my hand.

We arrived at my car before completely losing control. I opened your door and watched you slide in. You looked up at me, and pulled the hem of your dress high enough to reveal the damp lace of your knickers. I gritted my teeth, as your eyes gazed lovingly at the bulge in my trousers. "I am taking you home," I managed, before closing your door and circling the car.

Once in the driver's seat, I managed to exit the parking lot, without hitting anything.

You asked how far my place was. When I replied, "not too far," you reached over and took my right hand. My eyes on the road, you guided my fingers over and down, until I felt moist fabric. I grinned, as I slid my fingers up a little, seeking the waist band, then pressed under. Your naked skin was hot to my touch, and your moan was audible above the sound of the motor, as I felt your damp curls, then the hot, wetness of your labia.

We came to stop at a traffic light, giving me the chance to focus. I shifted slightly, then began to brush my fingers from side to side, feeling your wet lips slip and slide beneath my fingertips. Your hips had risen to meet my hand, when someone behind me gave us a honk.

Looking up, I eased the car forward and down the street, slowly strumming your sex. We proceeded this way for a few blocks, when I pulled up to a string of stopped cars. I could just see some flashing lights in the distance. I looked over at you again, and began to stroke you more deliberately, "Seems to be some traffic ahead. How will we occupy ourselves?"

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

O MY GOD! I couldn’t believe the speed with which things were happening, just forty eight, FORTY EIGHT hours ago I was an innocent, ambitious, athletic Jewish virgin looking for work to fund my life at university. Now I had not only been deflowered I had a boyfriend who I’d known less than two days and he was pushing every button in my body and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

My nipples were raging, my knickers were wet and my whole body was pounding with lust, all while we were still sitting in your car. Every time the car stopped at lights or in traffic jams you asked how we could occupy ourselves and I just trembled with anticipation. Gasping with passion I stammered “All I ... all ... all I want is ... is ... for you to get me into bed and to take me to new heights. I can’t have sex for a few days after tonight and I’m ripe for your manhood to fill me with your essence.” I kissed you passionately and reached down to your bulge and demanded “Now, take me to bed!”

Finally we reached your apartment and you guided me out of your car and led me to the entrance hall. As we entered the lift (elevator for our American readers) we continued our assaults on each other’s bodies. Finally the door slid open and we were on the twelfth floor; you led me to apartment 1202 and we entered. There’s something magical about London at night and your bedroom window overlooked the River Thames.

You led me to your king size bed and turned me to face you. Holding your gaze I said slowly “I’ve just assisted my team win the Super Shield and I was awarded ‘player of the match’. Now, how are you going to help me celebrate?” You lifted me into the air and dropped me onto the bed knocking the air from my lungs and causing me to shout out.

Somehow you had mastered the secrets of a woman’s clothes and my dress and bra we’re off in a moment and joining your club shirt on the floor. In a flash we were both naked and our lips were assaulting each other. I broke our hold and held your gaze. “Now ... fuck me!” I waited the next move.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

Where had you been all my life? Ruth was the Energizer Bunny of sex, and seemed to be as much into me as I was into you. I wondered what it would be like to slowly tease and seduce you, but I was not going to find out any time soon. Our clothes lie scattered around the room, as we rolled about naked on the bed. We were lying on our sides when you told me, in no uncertain terms, to fuck you.

I purred lustfully, as I lifted your knee and rested it on my leg. Your legs open like scissors, I set the tip of my cock against your wet furrow. I rolled my hips and my hardness plowed between your labia to press against your opening. I shifted back and forth like that several times, enjoying the sensation, and the mounting arousal as I almost entered you repeatedly. On the sixth pass, you shifted just enough that the head popped inside you. We both hissed at the sudden pleasure. Our free hands each reached for the other's hips, drawing our bodies closer. I moved another couple inches inside you. Our grips tightened as our hips began small motions, small strokes, not enough to slip out of you, but only penetrating a few inches.

We kept this up for a time, a sensual torture, just enough to feel wonderfully good, but the sensation of fully sheathing denied. The angle we were moving meant that my shaft drew along your clit with each stroke. The soft gasps and groans spoke of your pleasures. I was beginning to wonder if you would be able to climax in this position, when your hand slid up my arm to my shoulder. You gripped me and pushed hard, forcing me to roll onto my back.

As I moved, so did you, straddling me, your hands coming to rest on chest as you slammed your hips down hard against mine. We both made strangled cries as your pussy engulfed my cock completely. You paused, your eyes closed, before opening them and staring at me fiercely. Without a word, you began to move your hips, swiveling them hard and fast, my cock moving a like a piston, in and out of your hot channel. I reached my hands down, grabbed your muscled hips and began moving your faster, grinning at you, "Fuck me Ruth!"

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

My mind was a whirl while my body was ablaze with passion and pure unadulterated lust as we surrendered to each other. Both of us were highly toned athletes with almost super fit bodies which made our love making extra special. You were the expert while I was the novice learning from a master teaching me the art you had developed over several years. I wondered how many women had received your seed and how I compared with them.

Your words ‘Fuck me Ruth’ were a parody on what I had said to you and as you lay on your back your hard shaft was proudly standing to attention with a small leak of pre cum smeared around the snout. My nipples hardened as I lowered myself onto your erection and I heard you gasp as I felt my folds encase your manhood. I rose upwards and lowered again and repeated. As I picked up speed I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer, I had to cum and I needed you to cum with me.

What would tip you over the edge? I had to say or do something to make you lose control and fulfil our moment together. It was then the reality of what had happened and what was happening hit me. Yes I was a champion rugby player and yes I had just been named player of the final so I played on that. “You have done what no other man has ever done” I whispered huskily “you have conquered me, mastered me, possessed me!” You groaned in lust as I held your gaze thinking about the ‘morning after pill’ I’d be taking in the morning. With a twist tackle, a move both of us knew from the rugby field we turned on the bed so you were now on top of me I added the words that would take you over the edge “And now!” I whispered as I felt you harden “and now you’re about to complete your conquest” your manhood twitched about to deliver its load “you’re about to make me pregnant!”

You could stand no more as you howled like a wolf and shot your hot living sperm deep inside me. As soon as the seed entered my womb my own dam burst and I came hard, screaming as I arched upwards and my love juiced flooded my uterus bathing your mighty cock in nectar. My roar continued as did yours and my hardened nipples were bruised by your manly chest. Slowly we came to a halt and our two perspiration covered bodies lay together, entwined but exhausted.

Eventually your manhood began to shrink and as you rolled off me you deposited a blob of semen onto my thigh. We kissed and I felt protected by your manly arms. I whispered through my love bruised lips “I’m at the peak of my cycle and I know you’ve planted your seed.” You looked a little worried so I added “But in the morning I’ll take the ‘morning after pill.” We lay together and slowly drifted off to sleep.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

Sex. The procreation of the species. Yes, I understood all that. But like most unmarried guys my age, I was not eager to start a family quite yet. Or so I thought...

I was ordinarily scrupulous about wearing condoms, being responsible and all that. One brief scare earlier in life had made me aware of how easy it could happen.

And yet, when Ruth had whispered about making you pregnant, my body had gone wild. My climax had been explosively intense, almost as though I could feel my semen penetrating your womb, filling you, completing us. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

Your climax only milked mine further, as your sex squeezing every drop of seed from my body. Even after we had quieted, my body still spasmed and shivered, the ghost of my orgasm still playing through me.

When I finally rolled off of you, we remained close, not willing to part completely. You whispered that I had planted my seed, and somehow I knew you were right. I briefly considered what that would mean for both of us, and was a bit overwhelmed by it all. Not bad overwhelmed, but just a lot to take in at once.

When you spoke of the morning after pill, I held you close. Yes, that was the sensible thing to do. But, and I was stunned that I was even thinking it, did I want you to?

As we cuddled drowsily, I thought, "in the morning, we will talk in the morning..."

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Both of us are athletes and we both play in winning teams so we both know the glow of victory, a glow that’s so very difficult to describe in writing. And it was something akin to that glow we were experiencing as we at in each other’s arms.

You had lost control when I described how I knew you were going to get me pregnant and I must admit the thrill of feeling your seed hit the target sent me spinning with lust and desire the like of which I didn’t think possible.

Now you had defeated and conquered me in a way I never thought would happen and yet I know I had mastered you too. As I lay with my head on your chest and mentioned the morning after pill there was a hesitation in your reply. Surely you weren’t thinking the unthinkable. We’re you? Why was I excited? I had a university place waiting, I had a future planned, I was a regular member of a successful sports team and I had plans to join the army. And yet ... and yet ...

I could feel my heart thumping in my chest as I felt some of your all conquering seed leak out of my just post virginal womanhood. I kissed your chest and cuddled closer. No doubt we’d discuss this in the morning.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

Ruth and I were both athletes, and thus had high metabolisms. So we didn't need much more than a sheet to stay warm as we fell asleep. But as the morning light filled the room, the cool night air had eased our bodies together. I was spooned up behind you, one arm beneath your neck, the other wrapped around your chest. As I slowly came to consciousness, I gave an involuntary hum of pleasure at the feel of your body against mine. I tilted my head slightly and inhaled the scent of your hair. This was sooo... no word really could describe it, but I loved it.

You stirred in my arms, snuggling back against me, before wriggling round to face me. We shared soft morning kisses, as we woke more fully. Rather abruptly, your eyes popped open, "What time is it?"

I looked over and told you. You squeaked in reply that you had to run. I asked if you had time for breakfast, and you sighed, telling me, "not really."

You rolled smoothly out of my bed and began hunting for your clothes. I slid out the other side and slipped on some boxers. By the time I had donned some trousers, you were dressed, and walking up to me. You set your hands on my chest for a moment, murmuring that if you didn't have to leave. I took your hands and looked at you, "Hey, I know you are off to the pharmacist and all... and that is the safe thing to do... but... I really like you... and maybe some day... we... well... you know... maybe..."

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

This was so strange, yet so warm, two bodies, mine and your’s locked together in peaceful love. Did I use the word ‘love’? Yes I had because we had made love, you had made love to me and I in return had made love to you. I groaned as you told me what time it was because I had to get to the pharmacist and buy the ‘morning after pill.’

How I got there I don’t know because it was all a rush, such a rush that for the first time in years that I had dressed without showering. I skipped breakfast and rushed to the pharmacy. O how embarrassing! Who should be working there? My team mate Yvonne! I knew she’d passed her student exams and was working in a pharmacy in West London. What I didn’t know was she had been seconded to North London. I approached the assistant, told her what I needed and she booked me to see ‘a pharmacist’. My name flashed up directing me to room 3 and I opened the door.

“So it’s true, you finally got laid” Yvonne said in a jocular manner “must be someone special to get into your knickers!”

What could I say? I had to go along with her now “O he is, he’s the captain of his rugby team, a heart throb and a good man.”

“Your first time?” Yvonne asked. I blushed, lowered my head and then nodded. “How are you? Did it ... did it hurt?” Again I nodded “Blood?” I nodded and Yvonne went to her drawer “First thing is no sex for 48 hours, second bathe in saline baths, no showers for that time and allow the water to penetrate the inner folds and your channel.” She went on to ask about my period and did some calculations. “I’d say your 95% likely to be pregnant, so ... take your first tablet tonight after dinner and the second tomorrow morning half an hour before breakfast. I’ll write it all down for you.” I thanked her and then we talked about old times. She then smiled as I left “You’ll want to keep Andrew happy. Over the next 48 hours go to bed with him, but no sex. Instead give him a ‘hand job’”. I blushed.

I called you and asked if I could see you tonight. I got to your home around 1930 hours and you opened the door. Over coffee we discussed my visit to the pharmacy and then I said “I’ve got to go home and have a saline bath.” You insisted I stayed with you and had my bath at your place while you ordered in dinner.

The water stung when it entered my sex and hurt even more when I allowed it to enter my inner channel. I soaked for half an hour, got out and donned your bathrobe. The doorbell rang and you opened to receive the meal. Boy! I was hungry!

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

I must admit that I was feeling a bit guilty that you had to go through this procedure. During the day, I had done a little research on the web. It wasn't pleasant, and I was sorry that you had to go through it. So when you had started to go home, I insisted that you stay, let me get dinner and make you as comfortable as possible. It was the least I could do.

When you disappeared into the bathroom, I put an order in at Whitefish. Actually, not knowing what you liked, I asked them for a variety to impress my Jewish date. They laughed at me, but said they would.

I puttered about, setting the table, opening some wine, killing time, until you padded out of the bathroom, your skin flushed from your bath, looking adorable in my bathrobe. I stepped to you, taking the lapels of the robe to pull you closer for a kiss, when the doorbell rang.

I leaned in for a quick peck, then walked to the door. You were waiting when I returned, and clapped your hands on seeing the Whitefish logo on the bag. You asked me what we were having, and I replied that it was a surprise. I set the bag down on the table, and admitted, "Really, I have no clue. I told them I wanted something to impress my Jewish girlfriend."

Your laugh, and the sparkle in your eye, made my evening...

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

As Ruth and I unpacked the bag, and the kosher delicacies were explained to me, I grew hungrier and hungrier. As we settled down to eat, I was ravenous, not so much for food, which was filling and tasty, but for you. My robe was large on you, and constantly spreading open, revealing your delicious cleavage. You were almost demure, as you pulled my robe about you periodically. I found my eyes lingering on you, ever eager for a glimpse of your charms.

As we finished dinner, I was selfishly wondering what 'no sex' meant. No intercourse, of course, but there were so many alternatives. But would you be at all inclined, after you had taken your pill? Ahhh, the torture of wanting something you can't have...

You opened the last box, and announced dessert. You laughed at me, when I mistook rugalach for arugula. I grinned, "Hey, I'm a shegetz. Whaddo I know?"

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

"Hey!" You started to reply to my use of the word 'shegetz,' "you're not..."

You paused briefly, and I could see the gears turning in your mind. I was definitely not Jewish, well, so far as I knew. (Who knows? Maybe if I had my DNA tested, or something...) But, for the moment, I was not Jewish, and I suspected your family might not approve.

But then you looked at me and smiled, setting your hands on my chest, "Well, you are My shegetz, and don't you forget it."

I laughed and you kissed me, commenting after, "silly Yiddish word anyway..."

When we parted, you took a breath, "if you will excuse me for a minute?"

"Of course," I replied, turning towards the table to put our leftovers away. You walked to the living room, took your purse, then walked towards the bathroom. I could not help but watch you move, knowing you were naked beneath my robe. Your legs were bared as you walked, the robe parting some. Your breasts swayed within its folds. I inhaled. God, I wanted you!

As you passed into the bathroom and closed the door, I felt decidedly mixed emotions. I looked down at the table and focused. This was the practical thing to do. We had our whole lives ahead of us. Some day though...

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

I had finished cleaning up, and Ruth had still not emerged from the bathroom. I stared in the direction of the door, wondering if there was some part of the procedure beyond taking a pill, or if something we had eaten had disagreed with you, or if maybe you were having second thoughts. I poured myself another glass of wine, and stepped out onto the small balcony. Below, the evening traffic of London swirled. The air was cool, and the lights the city were coming on. I sighed. The rent was stiff, to put it politely, but the view...

I felt you quietly encircle me from behind, your chin coming to rest on my shoulder. You pressed against me, asking, "miss me?"

I set one hand over yours, "I did. Everything ok?"

"Yes," you replied, "Was I gone long?"

You giggled, when I retorted, "I was thinking of sending a search party. I hear the NRR and Marines are in town."

I turned in your arms to face you, my movement opening the robe, baring part of your body to me. I growled softly, "this 48 hours of no sex may be harder than I thought..."

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

"... this 48 hours of no sex may be harder than I thought...”

I laughed and teased you about it but deep down I knew I hadn’t taken the pill yet couldn’t have sex because it would disturb the effectiveness of the medication. But that wouldn’t stop you.

I returned you kiss, gradually allowing my tongue to tease your lips open. Slowly I lowered my left hand and unzipped your fly. Your shaft sprang out proudly and a small droplet of pre cum escaped from the snout.

I broke the kiss and whispered “I think you’re going to find it impossible!” In one move I was on my knees “I hope you don’t mind staining these trousers!” I kissed the head of your shaft and it twitched releasing more clear fluid as you gasped. I licked the snout surprised by the strange salty yet sweet taste. Looking up like a puppy dog expecting a bone I said “At least I’m going to see what you did inside me.” My lips parted and I took you into my mouth surprised by the feel of your hardnes but soon I managed to take you completely. Using my tongue as ripple maker for your under belly I began moving.

You gasped and moaned and I knew you had passed the point of no return. You twitched, hardened and then exploded into my mouth. I tried to swallow as fast as I could using my lips to hold in as much as I could. But I was no expert and
some ran down from the side of my mouth as I released you and stood facing you.

“You can see I’m an engineer can’t you? Once I’ve qualified I want to join the army. There’s always a way!”

 

[lovingfingers]

OOC - My apologies for not posting recently. Life...

IC - Andrew

I was still breathing heavily as Ruth rose, commenting about finding a way. My robe was mostly open on your now, exposing most of your charms. You looked at me with a mixture of pride and affection and innocence, accented by the a streak of semen from the corner your mouth to your chin. I smiled at you, as I picked up a napkin from the table and dabbed your chin, "I had no clue engineering was so sexy."

You blushed a little, as i added, "Do you have any idea how hot you are?"

You blushed a bit darker, seeming pleased with my compliment. I started to move closer, but realized my pants were still bunched around my ankles. You looked down and giggled at me, backing away, as though fleeing. I took a hop towards you, which sent you into real laughter. I chuckled along with you, as I bent over and wrestled my pants and boxers down and off completely.

Finally free of my pants, I stood for a second, half dressed, and proceeded to shuck my remaining clothing. You watched me with a bit of a leer in your smile.

Now divested completely, and feeling my cock swelling again, I stepped towards you. You looked at me a bit disbelievingly, warning me, "48 hours, remember?"

I reached over, took the lapels of my robe, and jerked it open. I pulled it off your shoulders and let it fall, smiling, "I'm an electrician. I'll find a way."

You looked skeptical, until I bent over and scooped you up. I carried you to my bed, and laid you down gently on one side. In one smooth motion, I moved on top of you, straddling your closed legs. I bent my head and kissed your cheek, then whispered in your ear, "not to get all technical, but I think it is no intercourse for 48 hours. I have other things in mind."

You hesitated, then replied huskily, "Yeah?"

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

I hesitated, I kicked my legs and said loudly “TEN MINUTES!” You let go of me wondering if you’d offended me. Then with a wicked smile I added “NINE MINUTES THIRTY!” Now I had you perplexed. I was giggling now but trying to be serious “I’m not just a Jewess, I’m also very much a tomboy, one of the lads, one of the boys!” Now I really had you going so I went on “NINE MINUTES UNTIL THE WORLD CUP GAME STARTS!” Then I whispered “And this tomboy wants to watch it!”

You stood up, looking a little confused with the small remnants of semen running down your leg and I giggled before adding “I’ll do a deal, let me watch the game and as a reward I’ll give you a hand job. Then once I’m on the pill I’m going to let you have your wicked way with me. Deal?”

You reluctantly agreed and we went back to your lounge and sat together on your settee. You turned your television on just in time for the National Anthems. I loved cuddling close to you and I could tell you were getting really excited again so I teased, I brushed and gently let my hand hover near you.

At last the game ended with a defeat for England. I smiled and teased “I remember when I was a little girl my Mum used to read me the story of Aladdin and the lamp. He found a lamp and whenever he rubbed it the gene would appear and make him happy.” You looked at me confused as I reached down to your shaft “I can’t make a gene appear but I can make you happy!” I started moving my hand and immediately felt you harden “Your wish is my command Master!” I pulled you into a passionate kiss “let me make you happy!”

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

I must admit. I was torn. What red blooded, athletc male did not appreciate a woman who enjoyed watching sports? But preferring a game over sex?

I dunno. I was not sure how this boded. OK, ok, it was the home team in the semi of the World Cup, but still...

And as engaging as the game was, Ruth, cuddled up next to me, mostly naked, kept me in a state of semi-arousal. Despite the outcome, I was never so glad for a game to be over. Now, it was my turn to score! LOL

I could not but help grin when you offered to make me happy, visions of an old American sitcom 'I Dream of Genie' coming to mind. I leered at you, "hmm, Genie, go to the kitchen and bring me the olive oil."

You giggled as you set your hands together, "yes Master!"

As you scampered off, my eyes followed the bounce of your breasts and then the flex of your ass. Mmm, mmm, mmm!

You returned in a minute or two, the shaker bottle of oil in your hand. You came to stand in front of me, an expectant smile on your face. I was still seated and let my gaze rise slowly up your body, over your hips and belly, over the swell of your breasts, to settle on your face. Beautiful, just beautiful!

I moved to the edge of the couch and reached for the oil. You handed it to me, and I grinned, "kneel down for me."

You settled down on your knees, closer to me now. Your eyes followed my hand as I raised the shaker and tilted it. A few drops of the pale green oil dripped down, onto your left breast. I paused, "rub it in, Genie."

Your fingers rose to the drips of oil and trailed them across your breast. My cock twitched, seeing you touch yourself like this. My hand tilted and, drop by drop, I annointed your chest. Your massaging became more vigorous as your breasts became slick. Your nipples became beautifully hard, to match the stiffness of my cock. Your lips held the hint of a smirk. You were enjoying how aroused you were making me.

"Now," I interrupted, "just hold them." Your hands came to rest under your breasts, lifting them slightly, offering them to me. I rose to my feet, while taking my cock in hand. I licked my lips as I brushed the head over one of your slick, hard nipples. Moving the tip from side to side, my erection caressed yours. A drip of pre-cum oozed from the head, as I moved to your other nipple, adding the slick secretion to the oil. My breath was getting more ragged, and I could feel the blood pulsing in my cock.

I finally gave into my desire, sliding my hardness between your breasts. You smiled broadly, as your pressed your soft mounds together, commenting, "This is novel..."

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

I was learning how to be a woman and learning fast. In the brief time I’d known you I had lost my virginity, made appointments for the ‘morning after pill’ and then for the contraceptive pill. The rugby playing boyish tomboy had been conquered and was now enjoying being a girl.

Yet I still loved sport and insisted on watching the game but now it was over I knew I had to reward you for being understanding. I thought it would be a ‘hand job’ and the engineer in me wanted to see how things worked, I had felt you cum inside me but now I wanted to see what happened.

But instead you ordered me to get the olive oil. You got me touching my own nipples, manipulating my breasts. I could feel the stimulation down in in my womanhood and wondered where it would end. Then I saw your magnificent manhood, leaking pre cum and pointing first at my right and then at my left nipple. The feel of your energy on my nipples was an experience I’ll never forget.

I had heard some of the girls talk about ‘tit fucks’ and now it seemed I was going to experience one myself. You commanded I squeeze my breasts together and then you placed your cock between them. I mentioned about it being novel but soon we were lost in a haze of lust.

I felt you harden, I felt you jerk and then I heard you groan before this hot, scalding, thick creamy life force filled my cleavage. I looked down in time to see the second explosion and I looked up into your eyes as I breathlessly gasped “I cannot believe a hunk of a man like you is so turned on by me that you’ve done that!”

You said nothing. Instead you took some of your life force and began to rub it into my nipples. I heard myself moan as I thought I was about to die and go to Heaven.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

It might have been the post orgasmic haze, but your comment caught me by surprise. You really didn't know how hot you were. Silently, I mused at the things I, and any other man who got a good look at you, wanted to do with you,

My eyes had not left you the last few minutes. The view had simply been far too erotic. You continued to hold my softening cock between your breasts, my semen dripping back down your chest to pool in your cleavage. So damn hot!

Indulging myself, I reached my fingers to your chest, and smeared a glob of cum across your breast. Encouraged by your little gasp, I eased your hands from beneath your breasts and then knelt down on the floor with you. My cock no longer serving as a dam within your cleavage, my sticky deposit was running down your torso. I reached down to catch the flow, scooping my semen, drawing back to your waiting breasts.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

I felt a rush as Ruth's eyes lidded and a soft moan escaped your lips. I brought my other hand into play, gathering some of my errant semen and massaging it into your stiff nipples I could not help but smile victoriously as you swayed under my touch. I teased your nipples a bit harder, flicking, pinching, pulling, twisting, and you looked as though would lose your mind with pleasure. I had read of some women able to 'nipple-gasm,' but, until now, hadn't really believed it. But you were extraordinary, so who knows...

I am not sure how long I teased you, trying to vary pressure, speed, and movement frequently, gauging my efforts by your groans and shudders. But when your eyes went from delirious to pleading, I slid one hand down, down, past your belly, rotating my palm, and sliding my fingers between your legs. Your curls were drenched, and my fingertips wet before they met your sex. I barely had to touch your center, just brushing my fingers circling over your clit, before you started to cum. Your hips pressed towards me as your groaned loudly. I applied more pressure to your drenched flesh, and your groan turned into a throaty scream. You grabbed my arms and held on for dear life, as your hips bucked and your body undulated. I had a wicked smile on my face as my fingers rode you, drawing out your climax, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from you.

Eventually though, you collapsed against me, and I stilled my hand. I wrapped my other arm around you and held you close, kissing your damp hair, whispering, "There's always a way."

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

Your words There’s always a way!” reminded me of a DVD I used to watch with my Mum when I was a little girl. I giggled and whispered huskily “That line comes directly from Jurassic Park!”

I looked down at myself covered in your hot semen which was dripping from my breasts; my nipples and my cleavage. I laughed “I never thought anything like this would ever happen to me!” Our eyes met and we kissed and at that m9ment I knew you would always have a very special place in my heart.

“We better clean up!” I said as I pulled myself up realising I was still sore from you took my innocence “I was a tomboy until you got your hands on me!” I laughed and looked at myself in the mirror when horror of horrors I saw what you had done. “You’ve only gone and got it in my hair!” I said trying to look angry “All the girls have warned me about that! ‘Don’t let a man spill his spunk in your hair!’ they warned me. And what have you done?” You looked like a naughty schoolboy.

You kissed me and teased me and I gave you a hand job before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.