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Stimulating
Stories About Sex
A Compilation of Literate
Erotica
We
Proudly Present:
Art and
Life
- a
gallery of
vignettes -
by Harry Merkin
This short
story is a work of
fiction. Names,
characters, places and
incidents either are the
product of the author’s
vivid imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual
human beings, living or
dead, business
enterprises, events or
locales is entirely
coincidental.
Part 5
DD is dumbstruck. She looks
at me then turns to Hannah.
“Are you serious?”
“Very serious. Seeing you two, drawing the
essence of your poses as quickly as
possible, I saw the amazing bond you two
have. You were naked and not ashamed. You
weren’t performing. You’re obviously not
exibitionists. Your love for each other
filled this room. You did the most
intimate things possible in front of all
of us in such a carefree and incredibly
joyful manner. I’ve never had a sexual
experience. A male has touched me only
while we were dancing. All the kisses I’ve
received were so brief, so chaste, and so
boring. DD, I just want, for the first
time in my life, to feel the things you
felt. I’m so nervous. I can’t stop
shaking. I somehow found courage I’ve
never had before to leave my fears behind,
to leave my seat, and ask for help.”
She is still shaking. She wipes away her
tears. DD and I open our arms to
her. We embrace her, holding her tightly.
Hannah eventually relaxes. DD and I finish
dressing, donning our street clothes. I
turn off the lights and lock the door.
“Hannah, go to your dorm and pack a couple
changes of clothes. Bring something sexy
for tonight. Bring your toothbrush and
books and schoolwork. I’ll go home to
shower and start supper. Ruairi will go
with you to help you carry what you pack.
When you get to our apartment, you and he
will shower together. All of us need to be
squeaky clean when we play tonight.”
Hannah smiles like it’s all her
Christmases and all her birthdays
occurring simultaneously. She starts going
left, away from the dorms.
”Hannah, where is your dorm?”
“Oh my god, what am I doing? I totally
forgot where I live.”
I take her hand and she leads us to her
building.
…
“DD, it smells wonderful in here. What are
you making?”
“Your favorite entrée and my favorite
dessert. Hannah, put your books on the
last desk by the window. Then you and
Ruairi undress each other in the bathroom.
Ruairi, you should bathe Hannah like you
bathe me, just don’t fuck her.”
…
“You’re almost as red as a radish,
Hannah.”
“Ruairi, my loins are quivering. There is
a deep chasm of yearning in my core. I’m
warm and moist in my panty.”
I shout to DD:
“Hannah is so ready, and we’re still
dressed.”
“If she wants it, finger her when you’ve
lathered her. I want to hear her scream.”
“What is she talking about? Will it hurt?”
“She’s suggesting, if you consent, that I
should stimulate you with one finger in
your vagina. She wants me to give you an
orgasm.”
“I think I’d like that.”
…
“Oh gosh. Oh gosh. I can barely stand. My
knees want to give out.”
“DD often falls into my arms when her
orgasms start. I’ll hold you.”
…
“Hannah screams. Her chest is gorgeously
flushed. Her nipples can’t possibly become
any harder. I hold her. DD runs in, turns
off the shower and peels back the shower
curtain. She helps me dry Hannah. We take
her to our bed. I look at DD. She nods. I
place my finger back inside. I apply
gentle pressure on the outer wall of her
vagina. I flick my tongue around her clit
then tongue her clit with increasing
urgency. Hannah is delirious. She starts
to buck. I suck on her clit. I suck it
with even greater suction. My finger keeps
working her G-spot. She shouts an
obscenity. She screams another obscenity.
She is totally out of control.
…
She looks blissful. She has experienced
moments in paradise. I take out my finger
and lick it. Yum. I slip in behind her. DD
helps me position Hannah within my
outspread legs. I hold her to my chest. I
sing softly. I sing a very old French
ballad. Hannah starts to sing along. She
knows the words. She sings the chorus in
flawless Occitan.
We help her dress. All she wants to wear
is a very pretty camisole. DD insists that
she also put on a panty.
We sit at the table while DD reheats what
has grown cold. Hannah is still quiet. Her
grin, however, says it all. Hannah now
takes my hand.
“You just gave me the best present I have
ever received. I think it’s even better
than the old roadster my Dad gave me when
I got my driver’s license. I totaled it a
month later.”
…
The food is very good. DD is an excellent
cook. She learned from her mother and
grandmother. One day, she’ll teach our
daughters.
We talk about this and that. Hannah seems
subdued, though she eats like we had
starved her for a week.
…
“Hannah, you should have lived in ancient
Sparta.”
“Don’t me mean, Ruairi.”
“DD, please let me continue.”
“In Sparta, boys and girls, from a young
age, exercised together outdoors totally
naked. Boys and girls, even into their
late teens, wrestled with each other. They
had an annual festival called, Gymnopaidia,
the Festival of Nude Youths. Additionally,
groups of unmarried women would go around
naked to attract mates.”
“Oh my god, I know what can happen when
boys wrestle. One of my high school
friends was on the wrestling team. He
always wore a jockstrap under his
one-piece wrestling suit. He was still
concerned about his erections showing or
being noticed by another boy. I gave him
one of my panty-briefs. It was much more
snug on him than on me. He wore it over
his jockstrap and its compression solved
his problem.”
“Did his teammates tease him?”
“No, Hannah, some of them asked their
girlfriends to get them panty-briefs.”
…
We take a short break after the main
course and sides. We are too full to dive
into DD’s scrumptious dessert. Our
conversation quickly gets down to matters
of the crotch. Though both of Hannah’s
parents are physicians, neither they nor
her religious schooling had informed her
of sex, sex acts or sexuality. She knew
only that touching herself “down there”
was a solitary vice. She had spent a few
Saturday afternoons, with a neighborhood
boy she liked. He was very shy and both of
them would walk down to the creek and
share their deepest secrets. They
eventually held hands and made moon eyes
at each other. That’s as far as they got.
“Hannah, your vocabulary was stunted
behind a palisade of euphemisms. No, I
guess it was a whole boreal forest of
euphemisms.”
DD and I had stayed in our underwear and
gave her an external anatomy lesson with a
bit of show and tell. Hannah is brilliant.
She asked excellent questions. She even
took notes.
DD made vanilla-flavored whipped cream in
the bowl of the stand mixer. She piled a
Mount McKinley of whipped cream on our
desserts. We ate leisurely while listening
to Bach.
I burped. The girls smiled. DD said:
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Suddenly:
“I want to learn to be a fellatrix. May I
practice on Ruairi?”
“Ruairi, did you hear what Hannah said?”
“Yes. Look in her mouth for braces or any
other orthodontic appliances.“
“Haven’t you gotten over that long-ago
booboo on your wee wee?”
“No, and you know that. I’ve told you
about the girl with the braces. It was her
first time. She was nervous and couldn’t
stop giggling. She snagged me when I
started ejaculating. Afterwards, I
couldn’t play with myself for more than a
week.”
“I see nothing shiny or metallic in her
mouth. Hannah looks somewhat chagrined. I
think you hurt her feelings. Now, be a
good boy and let her practice on your
favorite part of your anatomy.”
DD put more whipped cream in Hannah’s
empty dessert dish. She places the dish on
the chair near our bed and pulls down my
briefs. She moves a mirror to the far
wall.
“Hannah has a cute bubble-butt. Distract
yourself with that scenery while I show
her what to do.”
…
Hannah swallows my full load. She licks me
clean meticulously.
We also practice soixante-neuf, both on
our sides and with me on top and with
Hannah on top.
She and I end up with whipped cream
everywhere.
We shower again while DD strips the bed
linens.
…
“Peek-a-boo.”
“What, Hannah?
“Look in the mirror.”
“We just showered together for the second
time tonight and you’ve seen it every time
I’ve been a model in your class.”
“I really like the composition. Stay like
that while I get my sketch pad.”
…
The next morning, the first rays of
sunlight brighten our bedroom. DD is at my
right, still sleeping, her pussy against
my thigh, her hand near my crotch. Hannah
is near the window. She’s still naked.
She’s balancing a large sketchpad on her
thigh and chair back. She is drawing
frenetically; glancing at us
intermittently. She stops drawing after
many minutes, admires her work, and
smiles.
I wave to her, get her attention and
beckon her. She slips in next to me. Gives
me a kiss on the cheek, and wraps her
fingers around my morning wood. She purrs
when I burrow my free arm under her neck.
DD stirs. A beam of sunlight is on her
face. She sneezes, wakes up, turns to us,
and manages to look angelic despite our
four hours of sleep.
“Hannah, is there a boy in school that you
want to get to know?”
“Kevin with the red hair, green eyes and
freckles. He’s one of the models in our
figure drawing class. He is one of the few
guys who always poses naked; no skimpy
panties for him. His body is awesome. His
dick is often erect and I can’t keep my
eyes off of it. And, he really likes my
drawings. I’ve sold him two of them.”
“Have you seen him when he’s dressed?”
“Yes. He dresses like a girl.”
“It’s not what you might think. I know
him. He’s the coxswain on our top 8-man
shell. His then girlfriend took the figure
drawing class two years ago. She
encouraged Kevin to become a model. He
wouldn’t do it at first, then she asked
him to go with her to see male strippers.
He refused to go as himself. He went when
she dressed him up, fluffed up his mop of
hair, did his nails and took him to a
makeup store at the mall. He told me they
had a blast. He’s small, which is why he
is a coxswain. His size is perfect for a
girl. He continues dressing up because
short men get no respect and I think he
likes the clothes. Now, everyone treats
him better and he gets faster service at
stores. His twin sister often comes to our
races and regattas. They look like
identical twins, especially when they
dress alike. Eventually, one of his
professors, the chairman of the biology
department, saw him dressed up. After a
long talk, he told Kevin he would write a
letter of recommendation for his medical
school application. Kevin was just
accepted. He is certain his wardrobe got
him in.”
“Ruairi, I still want to get to know him.
I’m attracted to him.”
“Would you like for me to call Kevin? I
could ask if he is available to come here
later today or tomorrow evening. DD makes
great appetizers. The four of us could go
to a movie or restaurant afterwards.”
Hannah whooped, squealed, and kept
squealing. She almost wet herself while
running to the bathroom.
We heard her from the bath:
“Tell Kevin that I think he is so hot when
he wears his tartan plaid skirts.”
…
Of course, Kevin wants to see Hannah. He
can’t tonight. He can on Friday night
DD and Hannah strategize with military
precision. They dress and go to Hannah’s
dorm. DD has to inspect Hannah’s boudoir and
available dresses. They note priorities,
create a budget and allocate what DD soon
learns, are almost unlimited resources.
Hannah has a premium credit card from each
of her physician parents.
They go to the mall. Two exquisite bra and
panty sets are acquired from a bridal
boutique; one in black silk, the other is
off-white. Hannah finds a so-called little
black dress with a very large price tag. It
is very short, skintight, and has a slit
that could expose her panty. Hannah is
afraid to buy it or wear it. She buys it
after drinking a Bloody Mary for lunch.
They go to the beauty salon to select the
perfect hairstyle. Hannah makes an
appointment for early afternoon tomorrow.
She forgoes the suggested “bikini wax” but
will get acrylic nails and have her makeup
done by a pro.
Our apartment becomes Hannah’s dressing room
when they return from the beauty salon. I’m
told to get lost. I instead retreat to our
bedroom with a few schoolbooks and snacks.
…
The three of us wait for Kevin at the front
of the restaurant.
In walks the handsomest Kevin I have ever
seen. He is wearing the navy blue rowing
team blazer and seersucker trousers. They
see each other. Kevin extends his right hand
to shake Hannah’s hand. Hannah will have
none of that. She lunges, wraps her arms
around him and kisses him full on the lips.
Their lip lock lasts at least thirty
seconds. They part momentarily then quickly
kiss again.
DD and I smile. The hostess waiting to seat
us smiles. We give them all the time they
need.
…
The two of them adore each other. They have
eyes only for each other. They talk rapidly;
one then the other. Each thought the other
was already in a relationship. They tell
each other about themselves, their families,
their hometowns and their schooling.
They begin to interweave their lives. They
are in their own world. They remain rapt.
They are radiant. They whisper to each
other. They share one dessert and each one
feeds the other.
They get up. Kevin gives me enough cash to
cover their meals and a tip. They disappear
into the crowd.
Hannah reappears midmorning on Monday. She
knocks on our apartment door. DD and I are
studying for the final exams this week.
“I’m still a virgin. We decided to wait
until we are married.”
We embrace her. We hold her and love her.
 .
“We enjoyed every other carnal delight,
short of breaking that seal. We explored and
touched everywhere. We kissed everywhere. We
ravaged each other all Friday night and most
of Saturday. Kevin was amazed that I was an
accomplished fellatrix. I reminded him that
even though I had been educated by French
nuns from the first through twelfth grades,
that I was not a nun. His tongue is
incredible. He tongued my clit and I
exploded. He then tongued the opening of my
vagina. His tongue flicked in and out of my
virginal vagina. I swooned. I really
swooned.”
We laugh with her.
“We had Sunday brunch. Kevin had told me a
special guest would join us. I was
astounded. His doppelgänger came to our
table. He and his twin sister had conspired.
They wore identical outfits. Oh my, oh my,
what fun we had.”
She continues:
“I’m taking him to meet my family once our
exams end. We’ll return for his graduation
when I’ll see his family and we’ll then
spend several days with them. We tentatively
plan to marry before he starts medical
school. We haven’t set the date. DD, would
you please be my maid of honor?”
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Part 1
Part
2
Part
3
Part 4
Part 5
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The End
Harry Merkin (a nom de guerre) is a
dick-brain who is more articulate than an
arthropod and has many ways with words. He
tries desperately not to write like Edward
Bulwer-Lytton, but often fails.
NOTES
A. This short story is a fabrication.
B. Harry is familiar with ...
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