A Good Girl (part one)
STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY
First in a series of short pieces featuring tales inspired by my experiences with the moral set. In this tale a young, auburn delight proposes relief from a certain sin via the application of a time honored Archive tradition : )
A Good Girl – I

I've dated more than one woman afflicted with fundamentalist Christian
beliefs. To be completely honest, if you're into what I and so many other men
who visit this site are, a nice “born again” or “frum” (For those of you
unfamiliar with Yiddish: A very observant, good Orthodox Jewish girl...at
least while abba is looking.) girl of similar persuasion can be tremendously
stimulating. The following details a very satisfying psychological exercise I
often engaged in with a savory slave of Christ.

I lay across the bed, legs splayed, a vulgar erection for all to see. She was
very close, pressed against my side, long auburn hair draped sensuously across
my shoulder, her sweet head resting thereabouts. Massive breasts brushed
against my abdomen, nipples drawn tight with desire. With skill unbecoming
such a proper young woman, she manipulated my full balls, saturated as they
were from her teasing. Another delicate, pale hand lightly stroked the shaft
of my engorged member, sending waves of pleasure down the shaft. I could
barely see a healthy auburn thicket announcing itself from betwixt creamy
thighs. “Can you lay back?” I ventured, stroking her velvet shoulder. “Nooo,”
she whined softly like a schoolgirl. “That's not going to change!” she
continued, but it was a soft exclamation. At least she wasn't angry. “We're
not married,” she said, stating the obvious. I could have cared less, but out
of respect for her wishes, I quickly dropped the subject..

“I'll finish this time,” she said, her digital ministrations becoming baroque.
“But only if you swear,” she continued. “Whatever you want, just don't stop,”
I plead, my voice twinged with desperation. “This has to be the last time we
ever do anything like this, outside of marriage. And.......you can't
masturbate.....ever again,” she said emphatically, glancing up into my eyes
for a moment. “Ever....” she added, knowing me for what I was. I uttered a
mournful sigh, and then took a breath to speak, but she stopped her efforts
cold and raised herself up, partially topping me, my thigh between her own,
her hot fur and moist lips pressing against my leg. Her breasts were now
pressed against my chest, the granite like nipples nearly penetrating me. Full
green eyes stared into my own, a wild nest of auburn splendor was everywhere.
My dick jerked in literally painful neglect, a little precum oozing from the
tip from the excitement of her sudden proximity. “Swear,” she squeaked, in a
register and quality calculated to make my balls churn in their own juices.
Feathery little kisses were now planted all over my lips and nose to seal the
deal. I would have agreed to anything. “I swear,” I croaked. She grinned
sweetly, and assumed her former position and task.

Delicate fingers stroked my dick to maddening heights, pausing occasionally to
play with the urethral opening and employ my generous precum as lubricant. “I
know you, Richard,” she said almost inaudibly, voice quavering with passion.
“You may not realize it, but I know your very soul. I know you're weak, your
desire is just too strong,” she continued, a little louder now, and with more
emphasis. “I wont let you down! I wont let you break your oath,” I felt her
body shift against mine, and looked down to see what she was up to. “I'll make
sure you keep it! You have too much desire, Richard. You have too much
desire,” she chanted. Something shone in her grip, some small, foreign object.
She brought it roughly to bear against the root of my penis, and I felt what I
imagined was the bite of a blade. I sat upright immediately, and saw she was
indeed digging something into the base of my cock, all the while stroking
madly away. I could feel it biting into my flesh, and the thought excited me
no end. At that moment, I hoped that she was truly sawing off my cock at the
point of orgasm, curing me of my habits permanently. “I'm going to take away
your sin, Richard! Take away your lust!” At that I shot voluminous amounts of
fluid from my dick, decorating her face and some of her lovely hair.

I fell back onto the pillows exhausted as she toweled my seed off her face and
hair. When she'd done all she could, she tossed the towel aside and turned to
kiss me. “That was wonderful, baby,” she purred, and gave a long, incredibly
sexy lick along the length of the letter opener we used for such play, and
smiled warmly before putting the thing away. That revived me a bit, and my
hand wandered once again to forbidden territory, scouting the upper limits of
the auburn forest. “Maybe in a few minutes you could lay back....” I began
before she cut me short. “Not unless we're getting married tonight!” she
replied, smacking me with the towel before affording me a choice view of her
pale rear as she sauntered away. “Come on before the water gets cold,” she
beaconed before exiting the room. I gladly followed her off to the shower, my
penis showing faint signs of life. Such a good girl.

  

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