Sex Surrogate Ch. 01

By the time Linda Peterson went to college, she was already nineteen but still a virgin, even though she was very knowledgeable, and had studied all aspects of sex. Being a virgin wasn't a condition she had necessarily wanted. She was always a bit jealous when she found out that one girlfriend or another had gone all the way with some boy.

Her years of virginity had been bestowed on her by a less that smooth skin condition in her youth and the fact she was the thinnest girl in her jr. high school graduating class. As we all know, however over the course of time most things change. The Captain of the football team may eventually develop a large beer gut, the gorgeous cheerleaders get pregnant and never loose the fat their babies brought with them and the best looking guy in school looses his dark curly hair, which is replaced with a bald shiny dome, that will show your reflection when he bends down to pick up a nickel.

Linda was better of than most however, as by the time she turned eighteen, she was besieged for dates by many of the same guys who had called her names like "moon face" and "the walking skeleton", during high school.

She had held the office of "Super Virgin" so long that she was not going to give it up for just any guy who professed to have the equipment, in which to relieve her of it. It was in her second semester of college, that she met another student named George Grisby, who was very nice and told her that he really liked her a lot. Linda was aware that she was going to have sex eventually, so she thought, why not with George? He was tall handsome, and a star athlete. What more did a girl need?

On their third date Linda told him to rent a motel room, as she was ready to make love with him. Friday night, George picked her up, and they went to the, "Shady Pines Motor Lodge". The motel wasn't as romantic as she had hoped; however they could at least have privacy. She didn't want her first time to be in the backseat of a Ford sedan.

Both George and Linda were very excited, as they were both virgins. When they went into the motel room, she began to take her clothes off, and was down to her bra and panties, by the time George had removed his shirt. Watching him remove his pants really got her excited. George was wearing only his underpants, when he got on the bed with her. He told her that he had brought a lot of condoms, so she didn't have to worry.

George pulled off his underpants, and Linda was elated, as his penis was larger than any she had ever seen before. It immediately became erect, when she reached out and began to play with it. George laid back and enjoyed what she was doing when she licked it and then placed her mouth on it. He had never had sex with any girl before Linda.

This was only the second penis she had ever sucked, even though she had done extensive research in the many aspects of Fellatio. The first one was the penis of her best friend's father on his birthday, just two months earlier. It was kind of an experiment for her, and a birthday present to him, although he wasn't aware of her motives.

She knew through endless hours of study, that she should run her tongue around his penis while sucking it, and should be very careful not to scrape it with her teeth. Linda had read that it was a good idea to squeeze the male's testicles lightly, to give him the best experience.

She was surprised when George came, as she had only been sucking him for two minutes. It took her by surprise, however not wanting to appear a beginner; she swallowed the slippery liquid and smiled at him. It had a slight taste of chlorine a little like pool water, but not as strong. It was also sweet and a little bitter.

Linda decided it wasn't a bad taste, and she would, from that time on, always swallow cum that was shot into her mouth. While she was sucking George, he pulled her panties to the side, and began to slide his fingers over her pussy lips and clitoris. This was a wonderful feeling that she knew well, as she had done it to herself hundreds of times.

Several seconds after George had cum in Linda's mouth; she began to get very wet, but she didn't have a real orgasm. George then told her to lie on her back, as he rolled a condom on his still hard penis. Her interests were so strong in all aspects of sex, that she watched him intently, so she would know exactly how to do it, if it were ever necessary.

She opened her legs as wide as she could and held them in the air, and George crawled in between them. Through her studies, Linda knew the best methods of foreplay so she took hold of George's cock and moved it all around her slit and clitoris.

She then placed the head at the entrance to her vagina, and told him to push easy. George was so excited, that he rammed his cock into her hard, which felt like somebody had shoved a teent pole up into her pussy. He took her cherry, and caused her extreme pain.

Without regard for her pleasure or her discomfort, George began to shove his large cock into her very fast and very hard. Ten to fifteen seconds had gone by, when George moaned and came again. He then rolled off of Linda, and lay by her side. She just laid there in pain, thinking to herself,

'That's it?'

All of her research showed that most males could go on for at least a half-hour. Maybe George was an anomaly, and some other young man could do it for her. She thought to herself, that if he asked her if it was good for her, she would "bitch" slap him. After a while, because of Linda's coxing, George put on a new condom and attempted to do it her again.

This time was a little better and lasted about ninety seconds. She was needless to say irritated, actually more frustrated, as she had brought herself off many times with just a finger. She couldn't believe that this handsome, well-built, well-hung young man couldn't hold off long enough to give her at least one orgasm. She just wanted to just get dressed and leave him there.

Over the next several months, Linda dated five different college guys, and found a problem with each one of them. She finally talked with her Psychology Professor, Richard Thompson, who explained that, most men, and many women have sexual problems. He suggested they go to dinner so they could discuss it further.

The dinner was set for Friday September 2nd at the "Cest La Vie" restaurant in Laguna Beach by the ocean. She was very impressed when he picked her up in his Porsche. As Linda was only twenty, she couldn't have any alcoholic drinks, however she had a cup of coffee. Their conversation went on for several hours and she couldn't believe how much she was drawn to Richard on an intellectual level.

Due to his enlightened background on almost everything, Linda became almost possessed by an unreasoning passion and attraction to the older man. It was nine o'clock when they finished dinner and he suggested, if she wished that they could return to his condo to talk further.

At his apartment, he poured each of them a glass of wine, followed by a second. The conversation seldom strayed far from her almost fanatical interest in sex. However he did ask what her college major was. She told him that she had Liberal Arts major, as she wasn't sure of what she wanted to do after she graduated. Linda said,

"I don't know at this point, but my thoughts never deviate far from sex. Maybe I should be a hooker," she giggled, the wine apparently affecting her more than she knew.

"Linda, you don't need a sheepskin to be a prostitute. Besides a prostitute only takes care of the individual's immediate gratification. She can't get down to the real subconscious problem from which the individual is suffering. I think you should look into psychotherapy, where you could be a real help to people who can't perform properly.

You could be a teacher of sex, and give direction to people who have little knowledge of what is required for a good sex life. You have heard the old saying that teachers, make the best sex partners, as they make you do it over and over and over until you get it right."

Linda laughed maybe a little to loud. Then asked,

"Professor Thompson, you're a teacher. Do you know all the best methods of male; female sex?"

"I know enough to get by, after all I am twenty years older than you. I should know something by now ... shouldn't I?"

"Professor ... Thompson ... Richard, may I call you Richard?"

"Yes of course, Richard, or even Rick if you wish. My Mom always called me Rick."

"Richard ... I think that I need a good teacher ... a tutor or someone who can teach me all the different aspects related to really good sex. God knows I'm just floundering around with my choices of college boys, who don't know their penis from their nose, and every book I have ever read is just too technical. Would it be too much to ask you to be my tutor?"

"Do you mean ... theory tutor ... or physical tutor?"

"Everything tutor, intellectual, physical, lab work ... everything."

"Well, although it is a very tempting offer, I am twenty years your senior, and the college would give me my walking papers if I'm caught having an affair with a student."

"Twenty years older or fifty years older ... you know that doesn't really matter, as long as I am over eighteen and legal ... correct? Also there are at least five girls in my sorority alone, who are doing one professor or another. This wouldn't be just for fun; it would be to enlighten me and teach me in the proper scientific methods, of all facets of sex. It would be scientific research."

"But Linda, what if I'm not the person to teach you. What if I don't know the best methods to show you what is really necessary?"

"I'm willing to take the chance, at least once. The question is," she said as she sat next to him on the couch, "are you willing to take a chance on me?"

Linda leaned over and kissed him on his cheek his beard tickled her mouth, the wine she had consumed acting like an aphrodisiac, driving her on. She slowly slid off the black leather couch onto the floor in front of him. She reached for his belt and unbuckled it, smiling at him. Linda then unzipped his pants, and pulled them down his legs.

"Linda that isn't necessary. You don't have to ..."

"Yes Richard, I know I don't have to do anything. I want to do it for you, and myself. Please just sit back and let me do it for both of us."

She reached into the opening of his jockey shorts, and took hold of his cock. When she pulled it out of its hiding place, Linda was in awe over its circumference. It wasn't as long as some she had seen, but it was thick. She estimated that it was only about six inches long. Long enough she thought, spreading her lips wide to take it into her mouth. As she began to suck she felt like she had found a home for his penis. She was a happy girl and she believed she knew how to make Richard happy also.

As if she were being tested, she put all of her knowledge of fellatio into play, and sucked the Professor's penis as though her grade depended on it. After fifteen minutes Professor Rick was holding her head, fucking her mouth, moaning loudly. This little girl knew just what he needed and how to provide it. When he became aware that he was about to cum, he told her reluctantly,

"Linda my sweet little girl, I'm going to cum any second."

She just ignored him, and continued sucking, stroking his cock and squeezing his balls gently. When his cum splattered in her mouth, the professor fell back against the couch unable to hold himself up, his eyes closing tightly as he tried to catch his breath. There wasn't a lot of fluid, she thought, maybe a teaspoon or two at the most, so she swallowed it down and continued sucking on his collapsing member.

Linda always compared the taste of one guy's cum to another. The professor's fluid tasted a little like fine wine and Cesar salad dressing. Fifteen minutes passed, and Richard finely regained his ability to speak. He said,

"Linda, you were wonderful. That was the best I have ever had. Do you think that you might like to ... stay the night?"

She smiled at him and got up from the floor, taking her hand in his, he led her to his bedroom. As Linda took off her clothes, he sat there on the bed watching her like a patron in a strip club. He even thought maybe he should get some dollar bills to stuff into her panties. This thought disappeared like so many leafs in a high wind when she removed her bra and pulled her panties down, tossing them in an unknown direction.

She then moved close to him and whispered in his ear,

"Rickey, would like to lick my pussy?" He smiled at her stating,

"I don't want to brag, but that's one of the activities that I do best."

After laying her down on the bed, he moved his head down to her naked midsection; he began to kiss her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. She giggled and then he moved down to begin sucking on her inner thighs, which were now wide open in anticipation of his next erotic series of actions.

Slowly, agonizingly he moved his mouth up to the center of her physical being. She was holding her genital lips open for the invasion of his mouth, as he pushed his tongue into her pink wet vagina.

Nothing she had ever done before was anything like this. This was real sex and it was wonderful. She contemplated that maybe she should be taking notes, however gave up the thought when she realized she would never forget the pleasure he was providing her. It wasn't long after, he began sucking her love button, that she had a tumultuous orgasm, which left her on the brink of unconsciousness.

The professor then moved up her writhing body, to her beautiful breasts, and began to suck on one. When she told him, he moved his mouth from one to the other sucking equally; causing a tingle inside of her stomach and abdomen that was driving her a little insane. Linda believed she would cum just from the sucking of her breasts alone, if he were allowed to do it for any length of time.

He then moved between her legs, and attempted to stuff his bulky member into her pussy. It took a while as she was still so tight, and his penis was much thicker than anyone else she had ever known. She was tossed into a deep chasm of sudden fear, as he stretched her vagina open to an alarming width, and began to fuck her like she had never before experienced. She had become knowledgeable of the "wham bam; thank you maim" one and a half minute screws her past boyfriends had bestowed on her, and hoped that Richard could go a little longer.

She was in high spirits, as after forty minutes, and three orgasms later when Richard, the most fantastic lover she had ever been under, was still hard and going strong. Due to the great shape of his body, and the fact that he wasn't even breathing hard, she knew that he must have worked out regularly.

"Oooohhh God", she moaned, as she was cuming again. It was fantastic and wonderful. This "old man" as he often referred to himself, was three times the lover of the little "boys" she had dated previously. The professor was a keeper, and she would do just that. She was going to keep him in her as long as she could.

She lay there with this wonderful man on top of her. She knew that his thick penis belonged in her throbbing vagina, pumping in and out of her at an alarming rate. He was fantastic, and she was a little concerned that he knew it.

This was the type of sex for which she had been searching since she found out that there was such a thing as sex. Without warning he flexed every muscle in his body and gave several hard thrusts, then came inside of her.

As before, when Richard had cum in her mouth, there wasn't a lot of cream, however there was enough to sooth the heat of her overworked pussy. She was in heaven as his last thrust, made her fluids gush again. Then she said to herself; 'He wasn't wearing a condom, was he?'

A very restful sleep was overcoming both of them, as she crawled into his protective arms and inhaled the musky aroma of his body.

To Be Continued ...