1. Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle--Part 1


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    easy—Daddy and Mom met at Penn State. My aunt and uncle are also graduates and Grandpa is, too. I was destined to be a Nittany Lion the day I was born. Henry and I were on the same campus tour. I noticed him hanging at the rear of the group of fifty. He impressed me then as being very shy and withdrawn. I actually met him in person at the Freshman Mixer. As expected, I had to fight the boys off and I did so for almost an hour until I found Henry sitting alone, head down, in a dark corner. “Hi, I’m Nancy,” I began, speaking softly. I almost fainted when he looked up at me with those pale grey bedroom eyes. Even after repeating my greeting he was too shy to respond. Smiling, I commented, “That was your cue to say, ‘Hi, I’m—fill in your name.’ Go ahead--I won’t bite you—not yet, anyway.” “Uh…Henry…I’m, uh…Henry Fuller.” “Well, hello there, Henry.” Grabbing his hand I pulled him up. “C’mon, we’re going to dance.” He followed like a puppy dog at heel. Once in the middle of the floor he held his hands as he’d been taught in junior high. I chuckled. “We’re not in junior high, Henry. Put your hands on my ass. Make believe you want to fuck me.” I was pleased when Henry smiled and I was even happier when he followed orders. I wrapped my arms around his neck, molding my body into his. Henry was taller than me—maybe two or three inches—so my heels brought my face to the side of his. Our dancing was literally cheek-to-cheek. His unruly light brown hair was parted on the left, but looked ...
    as though it had been combed with an old-fashioned egg beater. Henry was slender; I guessed his weight at about 170 pounds and his clear skin was fair--much lighter than mine. My face was in his hair as I unashamedly ground my pubis into his thigh and abdomen. I was thrilled to feel how excited I made him--his erection could easily be felt through his slacks. At the time I thought it might be adequate. I was wrong. It was longer and thicker than I had thought, but more about that later. We danced to three straight slow songs, although, truthfully, all we did was shuffle and grind. Twice another freshman tried to cut in, but I refused both times, telling Henry, “You’re not going anywhere, Henry—not without me”. I led him back to a seat once a fast song began. “Henry, please get us some Cokes. I’ll wait here for you.” He looked at me for several seconds before retreating toward the canteen. He was back three minutes later with two cans and two cups with ice. “Thank you, Henry—bringing ice and cups was so considerate.” I batted my eyelashes and watched as he fell under my spell. So far so good—now all I had to do was get him to open up to me. We stayed there talking as I slowly pulled the story of his life out of him. For now it was just the basics, but that wasn’t important. I needed him to speak. Henry was born and raised in Shamokin, a town in what had been Pennsylvania coal country until the 1970’s when the colliery had been closed and abandoned. Henry lived with his mother ...
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