Paul Mall - Driving Men To Distraction

It seemed like an eternity before the last of her flesh tremors passed and she lay panting and exhausted under the red-haired mock-rapist.

However, he still had not slowed his furious plowing of her wanton cunt. Nor did he until she was lost amid the oblivion of another climax, and then yet another.

When her eyes fluttered open from the third rush of ecstasy, she felt his body tense. He threw himself into her, his cock spearing to the quivering depths of her pussy. His body jerked and quaked spasmodically as his own lust rushed from his groin and flooded her quim.

His hands released her wrists and she wrapped her arms around his trembling body, lovingly caressing his nakedness. Gratefully she received the hot gushes of his loins, thankful that he had chosen her as the chalice of his need.

She didn't know how long they lay there after the last quivering twitch of his cock passed. It was just good enough to savor the feel of him, his weight pressing solidly atop her. When at last his deflated prick slipped wetly from her come-filled cunt, he lifted his head and kissed her. There was passion in that kiss, but it was tender and gentle, containing the same gratitude she felt toward him.

He then rolled to his back and eased her into the hollow of his shoulder. She snuggled closely, enjoying the warmth of his body close to hers. Closing her eyes, she sighed, satisfied and sated. He's going to spend the night.

She drifted off into sleep, for the first time in a month, feeling very much a woman.

"A Virgin!?!" Cari stared at the man stretched out beside her in the bed. The morning light suffused through the window bathing his nakedness. "Are you trying to tell that last night was your first time!?!"

Barry smiled rather sheepishly and nodded.

"Come on, that line went out years ago," Cari replied, knowing damn well he had to be putting her on. No man performs the way this stud did last night unless he's had a hell of a lot of experience. "Barry, stop kidding."

"I'm not," he said in a soft voice. "You were the first. I've never made it with another woman before."

"Men?" she asked realizing he might be telling the truth.

"No!" He shook his head, a bit embarrassed. "Men aren't what I've wanted."

"Hey, you are telling the truth, aren't you?" She shook her head. It was unbelievable. "You were a virgin."

"A twenty-four-year-old cherry," he said, glancing up and trying to smile. "Funny, isn't it? Until last night, I never thought I'd lose it."

"It's not funny at all. It's a waste! Do you realize there are a million or two women in this world just waiting for someone like you to walk into their lives." She shook her head again, still finding it hard to accept the fact that the virile man who had mounted her last night had been a virgin. "You're quite a man."

She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw a blush of pink creep into his cheeks. He smiled. "And you're quite a woman."

"You've got no grounds for comparison." she said. "I was fishing for a compliment."

"I mean it," he said, his voice sounding embarrassed again. "I never thought it would be as good as it was last night."

"Then why did you come on as a rapist?" She suddenly realized that all her overt sexual signals had been wasted last night. He just didn't know what was coming off.

"I'm sorry about that…"

"I'm not, don't get me wrong. I really dug it!" She piped up, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss. "Like I said, you're quite a man."

"Seriously, I am a bit ashamed of the way I came on last night," he said quite soberly. She realized he was having a rough time getting this out, so she sat silently, listening. "It's just that I've never been much of a ladies' man. In high school I could never work up my courage to try anything with a girl, even getting a good night kiss was a major task. The older I got the harder it seemed to be."

"What the hell came over you last night? You sure didn't seem to be shy about me!"

"I was," he said. "But with you it was different."

"You mean you thought I'd be a push-over," she said with an amused chuckle. "Little Cari Weston, most likely to have rounded heels!"

"No, no! Nothing like that, Cari, really," he said getting flustered again. "Last night, while we were taking, at dinner and later here, I realized I wanted you. I've never wanted a woman so much in my life. I tried to tell you that last night, but I guess it didn't come out too well. Then I blew it. It felt so good when we kissed, then all my hangups came boiling to the surface and I blew it. I was all the way down to my car before I talked myself into coming back up here and doing my damnedest to make love to you."

"So why the rapist act?"

"I wouldn't have really raped you," he answered. "I didn't want that.

If you had protested, or told me to get out, I would have run like a jackrabbit. But you didn't. You seemed to like it, so I kept up the act. Then, again, I might have raped you. I didn't want anything to get in the way. I wanted you."

"You've said that. And I'm glad you didn't stop with the rapist bit. It was the sexiest thing that ever happened to me." She kissed him again.

"Thank you. You now have my permission to rape me whenever the urge hits you. I'll be a very receptive victim."

"What about right now?" he grinned, squeezing her to him.

"Hey, I thought you mentioned something about classes this morning?"

"I didn't, but if you'll hand me that phone on the nightstand, I'll call in sick," he said.

"Just like that, you've decided to move in for the day, huh?" She raised an eyebrow and looked sternly at him.

"Mmmmm hmmmm, though I was hoping it wouldn't be just for the day," he answered, reaching across her for the phone. "At least another night."

"For a man who has just lost his cherry you're mighty sure of yourself," she said, trying to sound put off, but quickly running over her own classes and realizing it wouldn't hurt to cut them.

"Yeah, I've been noticing that." He grinned widely, punching the first three numbers on the phone. "It has something to do with this fantastic woman I met last night. She really knows how to build up a guy's confidence."

She laughed, unable to maintain her facade of irritation.

"Give me just a moment. I've got to put on my 'I'm dying of the flu' act for Professor Smith," he smiled, tapping out the last four digits of the number. "He'll send someone down to my room to put a note on the board dismissing my classes for the day… hello, Professor Smith, this is Barry Cole…"

Smiling to herself, the young blonde listened as his voice hoarsened to a perfect imitation of a man beset with a sore throat. He coughed and wheezed a bit, just enough to make the performance realistic.

Obviously, it wasn't the first time he had used the ruse.

Confidence is one thing you're definitely not lacking now, Mr. Cole, she mused to herself. Let's see if this shakes you up a bit!

Throwing the long strands of her frosty blonde hair back over her shoulders, she scooted around a little. His exposed groin was an easy and vulnerable target. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide.

"Yes, Professor Smith, I think just a touch of a head cold. I think that… oh!" He muffled his surprise with a quick cough. His head twisted to her, his cock. "Yes, sir. That's right."

He waved her away, obviously unable to keep his attention on the conversation with such an arousing pair of lips busily titillating his prick. She batted her eyelashes up at him, doing her best to look innocent while she licked and sucked at his snake-like penis. It was a hell of a way to introduce him to the pleasure of a woman's mouth, but she simply couldn't resist it. She sucked deeply, pulling upward. His prick popped from her lips with a wet smack.