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"Sure. I'd be okay with that." I say to Sandy. "But could you wait a couple of minutes? I need to take a quick shower. I smell pussy juice, cum, and saliva."

"Haven't smelled that in a long time," Sandy replies. "I'm not really into men, but I miss that smell."

I grab my towel from where it was folded neatly at the top of the dresser.

As I head to the bathroom, Sandy says. "After knowing about you and your relationships with your girlfriend and Greta, I know I can trust you." I look at her questioningly, wondering what she would say next. "As I said, I'm not into men, but would you mind if I joined you in the shower? I'm kind of sweaty."

I look at her, somewhat unsure of how to reply. "Me ... in my mind, I can say that I'll try hard not to react to your presence, but my cock has a mind of its own. As long as you'll ignore my hard-on, I won't mind if you joined me." I take off my boxers in front of her.

"What?" she says, surprised, eyeing my semi-hard member. "You know I'm not into men, why does it still react that way?"

I notice that she has been staring at my dick for quiet a long while. "My cock does not react to sexual orientation. It reacts to beauty," I say as I turn and head for the shower.

I hear her following me. After entering the bathroom, I turn to face her. My dick stands at attention as I see her in all her unencumbered beauty. She had the proportions of a model, and there is a small tattoo below her left boob-- a couple of foreign characters I couldn't quite place-- probably Japanese. Her pussy is clean-shaven and her pinkish clit is showing itself. I turn on the shower, hoping to cool off my hard-on.

As I start lathering myself with body wash, Sandy manages to ask, "Can I touch your cock?"

I look at her with amusement. "If I allow you, then you can't stop me from touching your boobs as well."

She pauses, as if trying to decide, before nodding her head. "I guess so," she says.

I allow her to grasp my member with both of her hands. She appeared very much fascinated by my cock. "I would surmise that you never had any non-lesbian relationship."

She nods as she let's go of my member. "My turn," I say, as I lather her large boobs with body wash and teasingly caress their tips. Her face changes color, showing that she is aroused. "Can I kiss them?" I ask.

She nods, unable to say anything else. I twirl my tongue around the tip of her right boob, and her mouth emits a deep moan. She offers her other boob to me, and I proceed to give it a light suck. She finally whispers, "Can you fuck me John?"

"Can you say that again?" I ask surprised.

"I want your cock inside my pussy!" she says with gusto.

"Can you bend forward?" I request.

She bends forward, gripping the edge of the tub for support-- her pretty ass towards me. I slowly insert my hard rod into her tight wet hole. About half-way in, she says, "Stop." She commands. "I feel completely stretched!"

I pause as I feel her muscles alternately squeeze and release my cock. Suddenly, I feel a warm sloppiness as I hear a deep groan from Sandy. I push further, and I feel a tender wall give way, followed by a scream. Sandy attempt to stand straight and I hug her in a tight embrace, my arms positioned just below her boobs.

"It hurts a little," she says.

"Should I pull out?" I ask.

"No," she says. "Just keep it there. I like the feeling."

"Is this your first time to be fucked?" I ask, sensing that I had torn her hymen.

She glances at me, her eyes welling with tears. "With a real cock, yes. But I have been using dildos ever since."

I pull out slightly and thrust again inside her. She gasps. "Should I continue?" I ask.

"Yes, yes," she says. "I like the feeling, although there's a mixture of pain."

I thrust into her a couple of times more. She smiles at me with contentment.

"Faster," she says. I increase my pace. I feel I am near the edge when she says, "Stop please."

I stop inside her and wait for her next command. Immediately, I feel as if a water dam had been broken, as her fluids soak my still hard cock and drip out of her pussy. "Ooooohhhhhhh," she moans with pleasure. I squeeze both of her boobs, triggering another flood of her fluids. "Ooohhhhhh," she moans again. Her muscles contract against my cock as another wave of fluids gush out. "Oohhh, I can't remain standing any longer," she says as she drops to her knees on the bathroom floor, dislodging my cock.

I help her to her feet as I turn on the shower to rinse her. I hand her my towel.

She starts to dry her hair but suddenly grasps the door knob. "There's another one coming," she says weakly. This time, her fluids are not as much as before. Her knees are visibly shaking as she attempts to stand on her feet. I hurriedly rinse and accompany her out the bathroom.

I assist her to a chair and help her dress. First her boyshorts, then her mini. Her boobs appear to be swelling, and as she attempts to put on her sports bra she releases another spurt. She squeezes my arm with both of her hands for a few seconds before inhaling deeply.

She unzips her mini and examines her boyshorts. They are indeed soaked with her juices. She takes them off and inserts them into one of the pockets of her denim jacket. Then she zips back her mini. She no longer attempts to wear her sports bra, but stuffs it in another of the pockets of her jacket. "My boobs are too sensitive. They're like a switch for my cum." She buttons up her denim jacket completely to keep her nakedness hidden.

I hurriedly put on a cotton shirt and a black pair of jeans. "You can't drive your bike anymore," I say matter-of-factly. "Are you always like this when you cum?"

"No," she says, looking somewhat ashamed. "It's usually only once or twice." She dons her helmet and her gloves. "There's a spare helmet on the bike," she adds.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," I say, trying to reassure her. "That's much better than not being able to cum at all." I leave a note on the table for Doe which read: "Gone job hunting with Greta's roommate". We then exit the apartment towards Sandy's bike. "I'll drive you home," I volunteer. I don the other helmet and start the bike and accelerate a couple of times.

Sandy inserts herself behind me, but suddenly hugs me tightly from behind-- the hardness of her nipples penetrating the soft fabric of my tee. "There goes another one," she says.

I drive slowly to her apartment, stopping occasionally at intersections, asking her where to go next. We finally arrive at the parking area for bikes. "You can get off the bike now," I say. When she fails to move, I glance back at her.

"Another one," she says groaning, her gloved hands clasping my neck. "I hope this is the last." she concludes. "This is really weird." She finally gets off the bike and leans against one of the posts. I glance at the space she has vacated. The leather seat is drenched in her fluids-- and so is the back of my jeans.

"Which one is yours?" I ask, scanning the three-storey building in front of us.

"Apartment 4," she says, pointing to a door in the first floor.

"I know you can't walk, so I'll just have to carry you," I say, scooping her up and slowing heading for her door.

She grins, somewhat amused, as I let her down in front of her door. "We're like newlyweds on our honeymoon," she remarks, giving me a light peck on the lips.

I get the key from her hand and open the door. She switches on the lights and the A/C, grasping at the walls for support as she heads for her bed at the far end. I scoop her up again, as she giggles with amusement. "You'll soil your wedding dress and your wedding shoes," I say, teasing her.

"Oh, honey. You really deflowered you bride, but not on her wedding bed," she teases back, as I lay her gently onto her bed. "Please close the door, honey," she says, "and hand me a glass of water from the ref." She peels off her damp mini and dumps it on the floor. She then starts unbuttoning her jacket.

I hand her a glass of water and glance around at her room before closing the door. Exercise equipment is randomly littered on one end of the room while girl stuff occupies the other end. "This must also be your gym," I conclude, staring at her nude form on the bed.

"Honey," she says, her face apparently blushing. "You have to continue deflowering your bride," she says teasingly.

I move towards her. "You didn't tell me you were a virgin." I remark.

"How was I to know I was still one. I assumed my use of dildos somehow devirginized me already," she says, pointing to a drawer filled with an assortment of nipple clips, butt plugs, dildos, anal beads, strap-ons, and vibrators.

"You've got some collection there!"

"But there's nothing like the real thing. Come closer my groom," she says in a change of tone. "The rear of your jeans are soaked. You have to take them off."

I comply then ask. "Do you have a clothes dryer here?"

"There's one right outside at the other end of the building-- in the laundry room."

"And I have to go out there, in my briefs?"

"No," she says. "You'll also have to take them off as they're slightly soaked." Before I could do it myself, she pulls them down halfway along my thighs and grasps my semi-erect cock with her fingers.

"You need rest, Sandy," I say.

"It's just my lower body that's exhausted. My mouth can still handle it," she rationalizes as she starts licking my cockhead from a sitting position at the edge of the bed. "I know you didn't get to release. Just let me show a little gratitude for making me feel what it's like to be a woman." She tries to **** my cock down her throat, as tears well in her eyes.

The mixture of her saliva and my precum on her face heightens me to the brink.

She momentarily stops giving me head and repositions herself, this time kneeling on the bed. "My titties can also do a good job," she says, moving my slippery hard cock between her large boobs. She compresses my cock between her mounds and starts moving her body up and down.

The sight of her well-toned size-C orbs on both sides of my cock, and the contented grin on her face is more than I can take. Without warning, I let out a continuous stream of semen.

She immediately tries to catch all of it in her mouth before lathering her body with the cum that has splattered on her naked torso. Her cum-soiled hand grasps her phone as she takes a selfie of her glistening body. "Just to remember the most important day of my life," she says, after taking another selfie from a different angle. She then sucks my flaccid member clean. "You can try some of my boxers, if you need to dry your jeans and briefs. There are coins in the drawer."

I glance at her as she drifts to sleep. I select the larger of her boxers and try them on. I chuckle at the effect of the fabric on my cock. The tenting would be difficult to conceal if I encounter anyone on my way to the laundry room.

I grab a couple of coins and head out. In a few minutes, I am back with warm dry briefs and jeans. Luckily, I did not encounter anyone. I look at the sleeping form of Sandy, her deep breaths indicating exhaustion. "Bye, pretty. I guess I'll be going job hunting on my own."

As I head towards the door, I hear her call out, "John, wait." I glance back at her. She's was indeed a light sleeper. "I owe you one. Maybe we could go job hunting tomorrow morning. I'll ask another day off. Is that okay?"