Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2012 04:24:55 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: I Wish. Part Three.

            This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Three.

     But digressing for so long on this subject, those of you who are
reading this for my sexual adventures I had better bring you up to date. So
where was I? I was now getting my oats with Darren, him with a cock that
had to be seen to be believed. Even though I was still having lesbian sex
with Penny, I loved seeing, holding, working, sucking and generally
everything else about an erect penis. In spite of loving one up inside me
to be fucked with, I still liked to suck and tantalise the owner by having
it in my mouth.

     Penny finally introduced me to something that she had been deflowered
with, a monstrous dildo, and I had to laugh when she first showed it to
me. She'd brought it from Hilda's room, this rubberised effigy of an erect
male circumcised penis that was at least twelve inches long. There was a
pad at the base with straps to both sides and one that went below between
the legs to fix at the back. This nestled up between the cheeks of her bum
as she went and showed me one evening.

     She had her back to me, naked, as we both were at this time, as she
fitted this contraption on. She stepped into the two straps that would fit
over her hips and pulled the whole thing up with this rear thong tight
between the crease of her arse. Then she pulled the side straps tight so
that it was then firmly fixed before she turned round to face me. Again, I
couldn't stifle the giggle that came from me as I saw her now standing
before me wearing this thing.

     It looked so incongruous seeing this massive male like penis jutting
out from between her thighs while above were the well rounded orbs of her
breasts.

     `This is serious business,' she said somewhat haughtily, `not
something to be laughed at.'

     `I'm sorry,' I apologised, suppressing the further giggles I had
inside me. `But it's just seeing your tits above that huge cock, one that I
think you would like to put up inside me?'

     `Yes,' she said in all seriousness. `This will reach parts that no man
would ever be able to reach.'

     Christ! Has she been watching too many episodes of Star Trek to come
up with that line?

     `Then beam me up Scottie,' I said as I opened my legs for her, the
irony of my words being lost to her. Mind you, I was now having second
thoughts when I saw this monstrous thing sway about between her thighs as
she got onto the bed between my legs. With it not really being an appendage
to her, she had to use her hand to guide it to my open sex and I quivered
when I felt this thing touch the entrance to my vagina.

     `Relax and enjoy it,' she said in what she must have thought was a
soothing tone. I thought that she should really go with a man to hear those
words said and learn that they should be spoken with a bit more reserve
that held a slight modicum of care. But I did relax as best as I could with
this rubber substitute probing my entrance and then gasped as she moved
straight down onto me, driving this false cock up hard inside me. It had
been a huge gasp for it was not only longer but thicker and it really
filled me and as she had said, went deeper than any man's cock I'd had
before. It must have been right up inside my womb when our pubes met.

     Christ! No wonder she got turned on with having this up inside her so
far, but there was the one element that was missing. That was to feel the
throb and pulsation of having a live cock up in that area, albeit not as
far I must admit, but that was half the joy of a real cock inside. It
certainly filled and felt like I was being fucked, but it was that
throbbing lack that told me that I could never get used to being fucked
with this rubber substitute.

     But to please her, I went through the motions of being overawed with
her technique of using this phallic substitute where I would rather have a
real live one throbbing inside me, to feel his heat and that exquisite
moment when he came, to feel his sperm shoot and coat the inside of my
vagina and imagine all those little sperm cells fighting their way up to
try and fertilise my eggs, only to be killed off by the birth control
pills.

     In spite of her pumping away at me with this thing, I couldn't get an
orgasm which seemed to deflate her, though it did seem strange to see her
up above me in the male position and see her breasts moving up and down
with her movements as she fucked me with it.

     She eventually gave up and insisted that I strapped this dildo onto
myself and service her with it. I looked at myself in the mirror when I
donned it and had to suppress the laughter that seeing myself like this
generated. But I turned round with this ludicrous thing attached round my
waist and saw that Penny didn't see anything strange in me wearing this
male appendage.

     Her body was one to admire in a female. Firm and not over large
breasts, a trim waist and normal sized thighs that went down to shapely
calves though her ankles were a trifle too thick for my liking. But the
focal point at this moment was the half opened lips of her sex that was
revealed with her opened legs, waiting to receive this swaying object tied
between my thighs.

     I climbed on the bed having this male thing keep moving about that was
upsetting my equilibrium, but managed to get into position and placed the
tip of this cock at the entrance to her vagina and then did the same to her
by falling forward and ramming it straight up inside her. I think I was a
little bit vicious in this but could always use the excuse that I was
unfamiliar with this kind of thing. Nevertheless, I rammed it in as hard as
I could and almost had an orgasm at her cries of alarm at this hard
attack. I then kept pumping at her as if I was the male on top, of which I
could now speak of with some authority on how a male behaves when he is on
top of a woman.

    She kept on moaning and groaning as I reamed her with this twelve inch
dildo and then realised that she was enjoying it, which made me pause
before I started to swing my body from side to side and she finally gave
out a scream and knew that she had had an orgasm as she began to fight from
below me, her legs up high and tight to my waist.

     Well that idea didn't work, I thought as I slowed down and was given
such a big smile that showed she must have enjoyed my using of this thing
inside her.

     But I told her later as we cuddled together that the dildo was not for
me, ever again. It was either a man's penis erect or nothing. She couldn't
understand this which I put down to her never having been with a man
before. We continued to have sex at least twice a week, mostly in the sixty
nine position which I preferred with us doing it to each other at the same
time.

                                                            *

     Next on the agenda was that of becoming a nude model for the art
class. I was a bit nervous at this and I said as much to Mr Quirk when I
went and met him now that I was eighteen. He told me not to worry that
after my first time of posing, I would find myself being at ease. He also
said that it had been four years since they'd last had a nude model, and
that had been a male. He'd laughed that when it had become known that I
would be doing this, he'd been flooded with more applicants to take his
class but had refused them all because most of them had just wanted to see
me naked and not really be there for the sake of art.

     He did his best to put me at my ease and took me into the empty
classroom and showed me the dais that was in front of the chairs where the
students sit, and on this dais was a chaise longue. He told me that he
would have a screen in front of it for me to undress and recline for him to
see that I was in the right and a comfortable position before removing the
screen for the students to then start doing their drawings. He had
suggested the reclining pose as being the less stressful for the first time
in a pose as it was more difficult to sit upright and keep still for thirty
minutes. This was the time allowed before I had a five minute break though
the total time would be two hours. Which meant that they would have one
hour and forty five minutes to look and sketch me.

                                                            *

     The day arrived for me to do this posing and I nearly funked it. I
ducked out of my class that preceded this and got Darren to do the same and
alone in his room, went down on him to raise him up and had him fuck me as
hard as he could. Even that wasn't enough, so I took him into my mouth and
worked frantically on him to bring him up to have me again. This was better
and he lasted a lot longer this time, but time was running out.

     My next stop was when Ronald had just finished his class and I had
just fifteen minutes before going to the art room, when I collared him in
his class and begged him to fuck me. We did it standing up, his cock out of
his trousers, holding me up against the door to his class room. Only doing
this way with him did I have an orgasm, stifling my scream as I bucked up
and down on his thick shaft, my legs tight round his waist as he came too
in great shuddering bursts and nearly collapsed in the process.

     I wondered if these three fucks would be enough to contain me, having
about thirty pairs of eyes roving over my body, the males, no doubt getting
hard ons and maybe one or two of the females getting wet between the
thighs.

     Ronald slipped out of me and I had to prop him up against the door so
that I could go down and suck on him to get the last of his juices out and
satisfy my hunger. Only when I'd licked him clean and he'd regained his
breath, did I release him and help to put his wilting cock away and go off
to the art class. I hadn't worn any panties or stockings and the like, just
a dress and a pair of shoes.

     Mr Quirk must have been hovering just inside the door to his class for
he was at my side the moment I walked in. He greeted me and led me round
the chairs that were quickly filling up and I felt all those eyes staring
at me as I followed him up and onto the dais. He sat me down on the chaise
longue and pulled the screen across the front, blocking my view of those
expectant faces that were there below me. He went round to the front of it
to speak to the class.

     `Well I must say that this is the first time that you've all arrived
on time so settle yourselves down for you only have two hours to do your
drawing which will be part of your examination marks. I'll just get Miss
Clarkson settled for you to begin when I remove the screen.' With that, he
came back behind and asked if I needed help, his eyes shining at the
thought. I declined the offer and stood up and turned my back as I pulled
my dress up over my head, shaking my tresses free to hang properly to my
shoulders. I slipped off my shoes and put the dress to one side before half
turning round and sitting down and drawing my legs up, keeping my thighs
close together.

     `Wonderful,' he said in a breathless voice as he now saw me completely
naked lying on this couch. `If you'll just sit up a bit more and not slouch
but make sure you are quite comfortable for it'll be thirty minutes before
you can move again. Let me, ah, er, cover the middle bit,' he said, almost
in a fluster as he pulled up part of the covering I was lying on and draped
it across my lower stomach and over to the back of my thighs. I could see
that his hands were trembling and he was being very careful not to touch my
bare flesh. With me lying half backwards against the sloping rear of the
couch, my breasts were quite prominent and it was this he was looking at
when he spoke again.

     `Are you quite comfortable now and ready for me to remove the screen?'

     `Yes,' I replied, trembling inside at this coming moment of being
revealed to those waiting to look and draw my picture.

     `Well remember to keep still,' he said as he moved and folded the
screen and moved away. There were some muted gasps from what I supposed
were the male students as the whole class just stared at my almost naked
body on display. For a minute or two, nobody moved and I'm sure my face
began to go red before Mr Quirk spoke up.

     `Come on,' he called out loudly. `You here to draw Miss Clarkson, not
just sit there and stare.' This broke the spell and they all began to
adjust the large pads they were holding and began to do what they were
there for.

     I'd been motionless for about four minutes, staring into space and
trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone, when I felt sperm begin to
ooze out of me. It was probably a mixture from both Darren and Ronald and
as I felt it began to move down my inner thigh, I had the urge to try and
wipe it away with my hand but remembered that I was to keep still.

     It was agony to feel it slowly slide down to my inner thigh, making me
itch and I had to clench my jaw and I felt my fingers curl up into a fist
to prevent me from touching myself to relieve the awful sensation it was
giving me. I must have been holding my breath for it came out with a gasp
as the itchy feeling passed and the sperm came to settle between the cheeks
of my bum.

     I hadn't realised at just how difficult and hard it is to stay in the
one position for so long. Within ten minutes I wanted to fidget and move
about and so I clenched my teeth and forced my mind away from where I was
and relived that past hour which didn't help. It just made me wanted to
move even more, especially to wipe the sperm away and scratch myself. It
also, I noticed, made my nipples rise up and were now twice their normal
size and wondered as I flicked my eyes down to them if those doing their
drawings had noticed. I felt as though I had been it that one position for
the whole two hours when Mr Quirk called out for my five minute break.

     I felt just what a blow up doll would have felt like when being
deflated. I slumped and let my head drop and he asked me if I would like a
drink.

    `Yes please,' I gasped, realising how dry my mouth was and now noticed
that this classroom had more heating than any of the others. I nearly
choked when I took a big gulp of what he had given me. `Water? I thought it
would have been a gin and tonic at least,' I complained.

     `I'm sorry, er, Mandy, I'll see what I can do in the next break,' he
said somewhat sheepishly. `Now let's get back into position,' he said,
taking the glass from me and seeing that I was back in the right pose
before announcing that they could begin again.

     This second session wasn't so bad for I had managed to surreptitiously
wipe myself and felt a bit more relaxed now and was glad to notice him slip
out of the class a short while later and returned with what must have been
a glass covered with a handkerchief.

     Thankfully it was a large gin and tonic at the next break and after
that, the next hour flew by. Him wandering about the class making comments
on some of the drawings that he looked at and all of a sudden, the screen
was pulled across before me and he gave me his hand to sit up properly and
I couldn't help but stretch myself. This action really lifting my breasts
up to which his gaze seemed fixed upon but then moved down when I stood up
as he looked at the triangle of hair between my thighs. I checked my tongue
and didn't say anything as I retrieved my dress and slipped it down over my
head and body.

     I could hear a lot of movement beyond the screen and assumed that most
of the students were leaving but I got a surprise when I went round it to
leave to see about a dozen of them still there, all standing and waiting
for me. Most of them were females and one stepped forward and showed me her
drawing which I thought was very good though with a trifle over emphasis on
my breasts.

     `Would you sign this for me Mandy?' she asked, quite eager which I did
and to all the others that were held out, nearly all of them of very good
quality drawings.

     It was only afterwards, being thanked by Mr Quirk and promising to be
there next week, that I remembered part of one of my wishes that I become
famous later on in life. If this would be the case, then those drawings
that I had signed of my naked body, would be worth quite a bit if they were
ever put up for auction.

     Penny wanted to hear all about my experience and laughed when I told
her about the semen dripping out of me and wanted to know if I still had it
there inside me. I didn't think so, but she wanted to find out for herself
and so I stripped off again and lay on the bed for her to go down on me to
find out for herself. Well she definitely got my fluid for she kept at me
till I screamed out in pleasure and had my second orgasm of the day. My
coming pleased her immensely and kept on sucking and chewing at me till
long after I'd finished.

     My going down on her was perfunctory to say the least for I now felt
very tired and would rather had been sucking on a man's erection than
licking her out.

     I got a shock a couple of days later while sitting at my desk in one
of my classes when a copy of the university's magazine, Veritas, was
dropped down in front of me. The first for eight years, the headline ran
and there below it was a picture of me on that chaise longue. Somebody had
sneaked a camera into the class and though it was taken from near the back
of the room, my breasts were quite clearly visible though, thankfully, my
face wasn't that clear for it to be certain that it was me, but as I read
the column, I saw that they had named me anyway.

     Over the next few days I think I had been asked for a date by nearly
all the male students there and quite a few from some of Penny's female
friends too. Darren was quite pumped up when we next undressed and got into
bed and he stroked my breasts.

     `The others' might have seen these now, but it's me that get's to
stroke them,' he said as he kissed me, `and there's something else I'd like
to do with them darling.' What else was there that he could do to them?
He'd already handled, fondled, massaged, kissing and sucked them, what else
was there? I foolishly asked him. He gave me a grin as he rolled over on
top of me, his erection digging into my stomach as he kissed me before
spread- ing his legs either side of me and rearing up onto his knees. His
cock swaying about between his thighs and I smiled as I thought he wanted
me to suck on him, but he had other ideas.

     He shuffled on his knees till they were by my waist and pulled at my
hands and placed them either side of my breasts and gave me a big smile as
he lowered himself down and his erection came and nestled between my
breasts.

     `Now push them together and trap it and keep it there.'

      This I did and the sides of them overlapped him and all that I could
then see was just the head of his cock peeking out from between
them. `Keeping pushing,' he said as he began to move himself in between
them and he told me afterwards that he was having what is known as a tit
roll. He was simply fucking me between my tits and I watched as the shiny,
now turning from red to purple, head keep emerging from between them. He
kept on going and finally gasped out that he was coming and had my first
real sight of male sperm jetting out of the eye of his cock.

     It shot everywhere over my face, gluing one eye shut as it splashed
there and over my cheeks and I was late in opening my mouth but caught some
of the lesser bursts that came out. He laughed as my face got covered but
he quickly stopped when he saw how angry I was at him doing that without
asking me first. I licked off what I could as I pushed him off me and
stormed over to the basin of water on the dresser to clean the rest of it
off.

     He was most apologetic and begged to make amends and do whatever I
wanted. He was saying this as I cleaned my face and without him seeing, I
smeared quite a bit of his come up inside the lips of my sex knowing what I
was going to ask of him.

     `You can eat me out,' I said, having got this expression from
Penny. He was willing to do this and he lay back as I returned to the bed
and got astride of him as he had done to me. I shuffled up until I was
above his face which I could only just see looking over the tops of my
tits. `Are you ready then?'

     `Yes,' he said, his eyes showing that he was pleased that I'd forgiven
him and so I lowered my sex down and mashed it to his open mouth. He nearly
gagged but was forced to accept his own sperm as well as what juices I was
now producing, raising myself a little every time to allow him to swallow
and take in a breath before having him lick and tongue me.

     `Hoisted by my own petard,' he said with a rueful grin when we'd
finished and I was lying back in his arms for us to kiss.

     `If we were in a naval port, then I wouldn't mind being covered by a
lot of seamen,' I said and laughed at my own pun, `but don't ever pull a
trick like that again without asking first.' He apologised again and we
kissed and made up.

                                                            *

     Another man who was proud of me but didn't dare voice this publicly
for Ronald could have gotten the sack if it were known that he was fucking
one of the students. He too enthused over my breasts that had been seen in
the magazine though he didn't take advantage of me as Darren had. But
perverse being my middle name, I now wanted him to do it this way with
me. He jumped at the idea and so I gave out my second tit roll and was
therefore prepared. He liked straddling me and putting his erection between
my tits and fucking away at them and warned me of his coming. I had my eyes
and mouth open but lifted my head up as far as I could and caught his first
burst as I saw it shoot out. He'd been saving this up for it was a heavy
load that streamed out and we became joined by this string of sperm from
the eye of his cock to my mouth. The second burst caught my upper lip for
I'd just closed my mouth to swallow the first lot. My cheeks and chin got
covered again but I was happy to please him this way and his eyes shone
with delight at this new experience for him.

     After sucking and licking him clean as well as cleaning my face, we
rested as we kissed and fondled each other till he was roused again though
this time I had him in the right place. On top of me and between my legs as
he fucked me, whispering sweet things as he moved himself in and out of me
and really making himself last for quite some time before finally coming.

                                                            *

     I felt rather more comfortable the next time I went into the art class
in spite of my picture being on the front page of Veritas. Mr Quirk gave
the class a lecture this time about the forbidden use of a camera in the
class and any student caught with one while in his class, would be thrown
out. The screen was already opened up on the dais and going behind it found
an upright chair for this week's pose. Like before, I only wore a loose
dress and shoes and I quickly took these off and sat down on the chair and
he came and stood in front of me, his eyes torn between looking at my
breasts or at my triangle of pubic hair.

     `Ah, er, Mandy. Would you keep your legs together and just cross the
ankles and have your hands folded in your lap. You'll also find it less of
a strain if you sit upright and lean back. This not only helps to prevent
back strain but also makes your...er, your, er, breasts stand up more.' His
face had gone a delightful shade of pink as he stuttered over the words
when speaking of my tits. His face colouring would be good as a shade of
lipstick.

     `I hope you've got gin and tonic this time,' I said and he assured me
that he had as he removed the screen and I saw the faces light up of the
male students there at seeing me once again in the buff.

     In spite of what he had said, after fifteen minutes in this pose, my
back was beginning to feel the strain because I had arched it a little and
I was thankful when the half hour was up and was able to slump forward and
give my back a rub. This simple movement seemed to excite some of the boys
for I saw them whispering and sniggering to each other. I was also grateful
for the large gin and tonic Mr Quirk gave me and downed it in one go.

     My back was killing me after that two hours session and I seemed to
walk back to my room afterwards in some strange funny kind of walk to try
and ease myself as I did so. Penny was a dear and spent a whole hour just
giving me a massage with various oils before getting me to roll over onto
my back and open my legs for her to get her kicks from eating me most
heartily. She understood when I said that I just couldn't move so easily
and she would have to miss out on me doing the same to her. Though I was
able to fondle, kiss and suck on her breasts in between our kissing and
tonguing each other in the mouth.

     My pose the following week gave the university's newspaper a good
headline calling me The Amazon. It also had got hold of one of the drawings
that was clearly of me though they had put a little black patch there to
cover my fanny. Mr Quirk had found some props that I held and wore for this
study.

     I was to stand facing the class full frontal, legs slightly apart and
I wore a helmet and a belt that held a scabbard. In my left hand I held a
cardboard shield and in my right, a short sword. My, it was a damn good
drawing whoever had done it for I really looked like some Amazon warrior
with my breasts up proud of my chest, the belt round my waist not covering
my pubic hair. I was later presented with a copy that I had framed.

     When that stint was over, I sat down on the chaise longue and put the
shield and sword to one side and took of the helmet as Mr Quirk came and
gave me that welcome drink.

     `You're a marvellous model to draw Mandy,' he said, `and in that pose,
you looked truly magnificent.' I could see that it had turned him on with
him being quite close in front of me as I sat there, him between me and the
screen. All the students had left the class and I got a wicked idea in my
mind at seeing the front of his trousers stretched as they were.

     I leaned right back and let one leg slip off to the floor and pulled
the other one up with my knee bent, letting him clearly see my open sex.

     `Do you like what you see Ivor?' I asked of him, using his Christian
name for the first time. `I know that you want me, I can see it causing you
problems inside your trousers.'

     `I...oh, ah...Mandy,' he said in a strangled voice, his face flustered
and his hands fluttering about and not knowing what to do with them.

     `I want you Ivor. If you don't have me now, I'll never ask you again,'
I said in a sweet low voice. His hands now found a purpose and he began to
fumble with the top button of his trousers and finally undid it and quickly
pushed them and his underpants down for his erection, which wasn't that
small, stick out from under his shirt tails.

     `Oh Mandy,' he said in a tremulous voice as he moved forward and
nearly fell over in his haste, his trousers hampering him, but he got
between my legs and almost fell on top of me. His prick ran up the inside
of my thigh and found its place, sliding up the trail of my juices for I
was already wet at the thought of having him fuck me.

     He gave out a groan as his cock entered me and I took his weight onto
my lower body as he moved right in and his face was buried into my shoulder
as our pubes met.

     `Oh Mandy,' he muttered into my ear as he began to hump me. `I've been
dreaming of this for weeks now.'

     My legs had gone up and I held his shoulders as he moved himself
inside me, giving me quite a good ride as it happens, though a rather short
one in his excitement .

     `Oh Christ!' he gasped as he stiffened and began to grind himself into
me as I felt him pumping out his seed inside me. I wasn't going to get any
extracurricular points for letting him fuck me, just the pleasure I was
getting and the feeling of doing him some good too in getting his rocks
off. I kind of took pity on him for he was such a shy nice man and so every
week for the rest of the term I either let him fuck me or I went down on
him.

     He was most embarrassed the first time I did this which was the
following week. The class had gone and we were behind the screen and I'd
already been given my drink and he kind of flinched when I reached out and
pulled down the zipper on his trouser front.

     His face was red as my hand went inside and felt his hard cock already
near the point of bursting and I pulled it out to see that the head was a
fiery red and I went down onto my knees and took him into my mouth. I could
see out of the corner of my eye that he didn't know what to do with his
hands and so I reached out to them in turn and placed them alongside my
head.  He soon got the idea and the next time I went down on him he had the
pleasure of giving me a face fuck. But we didn't have many weeks left for
it was now coming up towards the end of term and everybody was spending
more time swotting up before taking their exams.

     Even the rehearsals with the operatic society were somewhat curtailed
because of the impending finals for some of the students. I just carried on
as normal for I'd found I was well versed in all my subjects and so still
had time to spend some nights with Darren and the once a week session with
Ronald as well as the now infrequent bouts in bed with Penny.

     I came top in my year and was voted the girl most likely to succeed,
which I did several years later, surpassing quite a few of the others in
this.

     My home was now like a palace. Newly decorated and in my half as it
were of the semi detached house, I'd had it completely furnished to my
choice and even mum was impressed at my choice and taste in style and
décor. Mum had found a new boy friend if you could call a forty five
year old man a boy, but he had a stable job. No, he didn't work with
horses, but was our local bank manager and he was quite the gentleman. He
courted her properly, him being a widower and had money of his own so it
wasn't as if she'd latched onto a toy boy.

     I quite enjoyed our evenings together in her half of the building when
we had dinner together, but I always left early when he was there for him,
if he ever did, to get his leg across. The lack of sex wasn't a problem for
me, well not at first, having had quite a bit while at the university and
so most of my leisure time was spent reading and preparing myself for the
following year academic wise. Though I was glad when it was time to return
for I felt myself getting very anxious to have a man again or even Penny if
it came to that. Here I lost out for she dropped out and I had a new
roommate by the name of Julia Reynolds. She wasn't a lesbian which gave me
a bit of relief in not having to service her along with the men that I had
acquired in my first year.

     Hilda, the choir mistress, had big ideas for the season in her choral
and operatic works but I still refused the part of Katisha in the Mikado
and finally got the part of Yum-Yum. I also secured the part of Mabel in
the Pirates of Penzance. You know, Poor Wandering One. Rather high for me,
but I managed. But it was the excerpts from the operas that I liked best,
singing with Darren and I must admit, we made a lovely couple in singing
the duets together.

     We had gone to bed together on our first weekend back and it was
lovely to have a man once again undress me and then kiss every part of my
body as it was revealed. I think he was as horny as me for we finished up
fucking each other on the floor still half in and out of our clothes we
were both that desperate.

     It was nice to be on my back again and having a man on top of me, his
big prick up inside to work its magic on my insides and I had an orgasm and
probably let the whole building know for I really screamed out as I
came. His roommate had been kicked out for the weekend so that we could
stay that much longer in bed together. We made pigs of ourselves in our
sexual games and couplings that left us really exhausted.

     Then came my nineteenth birthday and we had a good party down at a
club in town and didn't go to bed till about three in the morning. The
drink had slowed us down and the sex we had was lovely it was so slow and
languorous as we played with each other's parts until he could stand no
more of my hand manipulations that he finally mounted me and gave me a good
right fuck.

     He rolled off me, panting heavily and it took some time for him to get
his breath back and was able to take me into his arms for cuddling and some
more kissing. We hadn't yet reached the stage of sleeping but were both
quite drowsy when I asked him what he planned for the future.

     `Well I did have some rather grandiose ideas some time back but I
don't know if I could ever achieve what I had in mind.'

     `And what were those,' I dreamily asked as I ran my fingers through
his chest hair and tried to curl them with my fingers.

     `My idea or dream was to sing at La Scala in Milan. That's why I
joined the operatic society for the experience and maybe, later, when I
leave uni, to join an opera company and see how I go on from there.' I sat
up at this and knew what I could do for him.

     `You're not too drunk to listen to what I am going to say to you, are
you?' I asked, looking down intently at him. His face broke into a smile.

     `I am drunk. The vision I see before me has taken me way into the
realms of intoxication and may I never be sober if I cannot look up into
the wondrous beauty that is before me,' he said.

    `I'm not joking in what I'm going to say,' I said a little heatedly.

     `I'm not joking either in what I've just said,' he retorted.

     `Well listen carefully to what I'm going to say for I want you to
remember this day, my birthday and where we are at this moment for you to
reflect back on,' I said.

     `I will definitely remember tonight,' he said, his fingers suddenly
moving up into me.

     `No! I'm serious,' I said, pushing his hand away, `you can do that
after I've said what I'm going to say.'

     `I'm listening,' he said a little chastely at my having pushed his
hand away from what would have been a prelude to more sex. He finally
gathered I was being serious if I was stopping him from carrying on to our
coupling.

     `I have been given a gift. A gift that I, after my birthday, and just
the once, can make a wish that will come true.' I put my fingers to his
lips to stop him from saying that I was an idiot, or something along those
lines. `I haven't as yet made my wish this year and I am going to give this
wish to you as a present. No. Don't say anything, but just listen and
remember what I am going to wish for and you'll then remember this night
for the rest of your life. I wish that you, Darren Fortescue, in four years
time to this very day, will make your appearance in your major operatic
debut on the stage of the La Scala Opera House in Milan. There, I've made
my yearly wish,' I said as I smiled down at him before leaning further and
kissing him, `and I hope that you take full advantage of it.'

     `You can't really be serious?' he said after we broke off the kiss.

     `I've never been so serious in my life. Just believe in what I've
wished and you will see that it comes true, now, make love to me once again
and say thank you.'

    With no words said, he rolled over onto me and gave me his thanks by
way of his big cock and gave us both a good finish to the evening of my
nineteenth birthday.

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     That year went by in a flash to my way of thinking. I was sleeping
with both Darren, twice during the week and once with Ronald and still
having the odd one night stand with another student who'd taken my fancy. I
did eight weeks of modelling for Ivor, getting either fucked or sucking his
cock during that time and found out that I even got a small fee for doing
the actual modelling.

     Again I was top of my year, far outstripping those much older than I
was and had to play down my feelings of exuberance at this. There was some
jealousy from others but overall I think I was rather well liked by my
fellow students of all years. Ivor Quirk had been really pleased with his
year for he'd had twice as many students that he'd ever had attending his
classes. I think I can say with all modesty that I might have helped him
somewhat in this increase.

     Summer was upon us again and the term had ended and I went back home
to be the bridesmaid for my mother who had accepted the proposal of
marriage from her banker boy friend. So she now became Mrs Angela Robson,
his first name being Alfred. I then found out that they had got together
because of the money that I had on deposit in his bank with him trying to
give her advice on advising me to invest it instead of letting it sit there
idle and only earning the bank's paltry interest rates.

     But that is bye the bye for I didn't want any investments for I might
have need of money and fast, so it stayed on deposit. That was the start of
their relationship and I was glad for her that she had finally decided to
marry a much better man than that Donald Twist.

     The wedding went off well and I turned my half of the house into being
the reception area as well as having had a marquee erected in the
garden. It cost me over ten thousand pounds what with the musical trio
hired and the caterer's, but I didn't begrudge her one penny spent for I'd
not seen her so happy since I'd won that money on the Grand National.

     What was the icing on the cake for me was that Alfred's son acted as
best man and when after the cutting of the cake and the later departure of
the married couple into the other part of the house, he devoted the rest of
the evening to me.

     `We should have made it a double wedding,' he said as he lay on top of
me later, his cock moving slowly up and down inside me for we, being the
last ones left after the other guests leaving, had gone to bed together.

     `I love what we're doing,' I said, truly, `but I'm not ready for
marriage yet, but that doesn't mean that we can't continue to do what we're
doing,' I replied as I lifted my legs even higher and urged him to press
even further into me. I liked him fucking me and I know damn well he was
enjoying having me at this, our first meeting. I bet he couldn't believe
his luck that I suggested that we emulated what we thought they would be
doing in the other half of the house.

     I think he also liked the fact that when he finished in the fucking of
me, which was very nice, that I went down on him and sucked on his still
erect cock. He then couldn't get enough of stroking and kissing my breasts
afterwards as we lay together in the aftermath.

     His Christian name which I've forgotten to tell you was Michael, and
he was twenty four years old and was at present working for a television
company as an assistant producer. He told me of his ambitions as all men
seem to do after having had a very satisfactory session in bed, that he
would eventually become a producer and get to put on the television, shows
that he thought the viewers would like to see. He snorted when I mentioned
Big Brother and said in no uncertain words what he thought of those kinds
of programs. No, he wanted to either do drama or diverse into
documentaries. He would wait to see which way the wind was blowing at the
time when he was ready. I liked his way of presenting his future and I got
a little tingle up and down my spine that it was quite possible that our
careers would cross each other's path.

     As what was really a one night stand, he was very good for he was big
enough to satisfy me and I know very well that he would liked to have had
the pleasure of having me again at any time, giving me his address and
phone number and to contact him whenever I felt the need for male
company. That was the nice touch of not saying the word sex but saying male
company, that I liked.

     We had a good fuck before he left early next morning for his hours
started virtually at daybreak and could sometimes go on into the late
hours, so he left without breakfast but asked me to keep in touch as we
kissed goodbye at the doorstep. We'll come back to him later for we were
destined to meet a few years later in a more professional capacity.

     Mother and Alfred went off on their honeymoon and I promised to see to
the garden while they were away, though whether she would be leaving and
moving into his place or he was moving in here, I didn't know. As to the
garden, as soon as they had left, I got in a fleet of gardeners to do the
work under my direction. Is fleet the right collective word to use for a
bunch of rough men to dig flower beds and mow lawns? If not, maybe it might
just find its way into a dictionary somewhere.

     I had to give up sunbathing while they were working for I found that
they would all tend to find work to do somewhere in my vicinity and neglect
the other side of the house. But in those two weeks, they did a magical job
and place was a positive picture when the newlyweds arrived back, suntanned
and looking very happy.

     I think it was loyalty on my mother's part to me that they moved into
the other half and not go to live in his house. That, I was told, was for
Michael and it wouldn't be sold.  As a banker, he would know that house
price values would rise and therefore do not sell unless you are desperate.
So I spent quite a bit of my last week's holiday in their company and I was
able to go back to the university knowing that she was happy and in good
hands.

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