Part One

By the time I celebrated my twelfth birthday in July of 1959, I was keen about sex. In fact, that was a huge understatement. I, John Stevenson, was obsessed by the subject.

Of course, all boys have to cope with new feelings and desires that had heretofore been foreign to them before the onset of puberty. However, I was an exceptional case. Sex was the only thing on my mind from dawn to dusk—and beyond. I constantly craved it and basically had to have a sexual release every single day or else I’d go stir crazy. It was a form of addiction, as much as heavy smokers are addicted to nicotine. The vast majority of times, I had no alternative other than to take care of the issue myself.

Back in those days, doctors referred to my personal “problem” as satyriasis. That is a term one seldom hears any more. Basically, it’s the male version of nymphomania. (That is another once-common term that has slowly vanished from common English vocabulary.) My compulsive longing for sex did not wane as I entered my twenties. It was as strong and dominant a desire as ever, perhaps even overwhelming at times.

Fortunately, I had a wise physician named Dr. Edward Farnsworth, who was both a knowledgeable and compassionate man. He had a female patient close to my age, 22, who had been similarly deemed a nymphomaniac. Dr. Farnsworth figured if the two of us got together, we could help each other with our respective problems—and have plenty of carnal fun at the same time! Hey, I was all in favor of that solution! With my permission, he bounced the idea off his female patient. Her name was Cassandra (Cassy) Michaels. She was 21 years old and more than eager to meet me for the same reason I was anxious to make her acquaintance. We exchanged contact information and arranged a meeting.

I met Cassy at a popular coffee shop less than a day after learning her name and telephone number from Dr. Farnsworth. It was the beginning of a very strange relationship. I could not honestly say that I liked Cassy Michaels. At 5’6” with an unimpressive figure, she was an average-looking brunette at best. I found Cassy to be quite pushy in her ways. She certainly had a few rough edges about her demeanor that were definitely off-putting. I suspect Cassy didn’t really like me, either, because I had better manners and was clearly more refined than she was. However, we weren’t brought together to be soulmates or even friends. We were introduced by Dr. Farnsworth to be constant bedmates for each other to sate our respective addictions to sex. Thus, ours was a convenient, loveless, sexual relationship. I suppose those happen all the time for a great many reasons.

Part Two

Cassy and I wasted no time. Within two hours of meeting each other, we were screwing. The locale was the guestroom of her house which she shared with her parents and a younger sister named Donna. Initially, I thought it was going to be quite awkward for me to fuck this young woman in her home while her parents were often present. It wasn’t at all. They were very liberal-minded about the whole situation. To them, I was providing a service for her daughter. I was no different than Cassy’s hairdresser or dentist.

I found Cassy to be very assertive and bossy from the moment we began undressing for our first sexual encounter. She told me what she liked and how she liked it and basically ordered me to follow directions. My thoughts, desires and needs were of little consequence to her. Honestly, if I wasn’t going to get a considerable amount of sex from this arrangement, I would have walked out then and there. But since I was going to get laid constantly, I decided to put up with Cassy’s personality quirks as a small price to pay.

In fairness, Cassy did give me a few compliments. I was fairly well endowed, a trait she immediately recognized and acknowledged. Once we got down to business, Cassy very much liked the way I drove my manhood into her vagina with gusto.

However, she wasn’t big on foreplay or romance. She basically tolerated my complete exploration of her anatomy rather than enjoying it for what it was. I had always loved females’ breasts, all shapes and sizes of them, so I was happily sucking on Cassy’s tits. They were probably smaller than average, but Cassy possessed fantastic nipples, perfect for any man or child to enjoy. I could tell she was getting bored with my recreation, so I cut that part of our sexual encounter short—which irked me.

Cassy grudgingly said she would perform fellatio on me if I really insisted on it. I wasn’t going to insist on it, but because Cassy wasn’t into it, I did insist on receiving a blowjob from her, just to spite her! For someone who didn’t like to provide oral stimulation, she did more than a passable job. In fact, she pleased me greatly. My dick became like a steel girder. As I said, ours was a very strange arrangement.

When we got to the actual fucking part, as I mentioned, Cassy enjoyed what I brought to the table and how well I used my God-given equipment. That first night it was Sex 101—just basic fucking, missionary style—but I was really giving it to her with hard thrusts. That she loved! “Give it to me, John!” she squealed. “Don’t you dare stop! Fuck me long and hard!” I did my best to oblige. When I came, my ejaculation was a doozy. I didn’t think of pulling my throbbing rod out of her pussy. It was warm and welcoming, unlike Cassy’s blunt personality. Cassy mentioned that she was taking birth control pills so I was free to deposit my seed inside her every time we had intercourse. Basically, she insisted on it. I was okay with that, although in the past I did get numerous sexual thrills from coming on my partners’ tits and faces and watching their reactions. I wasn’t going to quibble about that, though.

I wasn’t at all surprised that Cassy had no interest in post-coital affection. She didn’t want to kiss nor have a few cuddles. When I dismounted her, Cassy simply rose from the bed, got dressed, told me I could use the nearby shower if I desired, and said, “See you tomorrow, John. Same time, please.” I saw myself out the front door. It was the strangest, least satisfactory sexual experience of my life—but I was definitely coming back tomorrow and any other time Cassy wanted a fuck from me.

Part Three

This went on for about ten months. I kept stats about our romps, just for the fun of it. I averaged 5.6 visits per week for 43 weeks. (I’m sure I would have averaged seven visits per week, but Cassy didn’t like to have sex while menstruating. She was quite adamant about that!) My average stay was 48.4 minutes. That was measured from the time I entered Cassy’s house to the time I walked out the door. I happily averaged 1.8 ejaculations per visit, proving I was a healthy and horny young man. It really was a figure I was quite proud to have attained. Therefore, I was undoubtedly enjoying my bedtime with Cassy. I just wished she had been friendlier about it.

On my 219th visit to fuck Cassy at her home, I was met with a surprise. At first it was bad news—but then it turned out to be fabulous news. I should have known something was amiss when I saw no cars in the driveway. That was a rarity. When I rang the doorbell, the door wasn’t answered by Cassy, but by her younger sister, Donna. In the ten months I had been “visiting” Cassy, I may have spoken to Donna three times. I didn’t realize how attractive she was.

“Oh, hello, John. Please come in and have a seat in the kitchen. I have some news for you,” she said. From the tone of Donna’s sweet voice, I knew automatically that she was friendlier than her big sister.

Donna, a precocious girl, gave me the details. “About an hour ago,” she began, “Cassy had a careless accident. She was talking to a friend while standing near the curb. I guess she forgot for a moment where she was, and took a misstep. She landed awkwardly and injured her left ankle. If it isn’t broken, it’s badly sprained. Mom’s out of town today. Cassy and Dad both drove to the medical clinic in case he has to do some running around for her. That’s why the driveway is empty of cars. The bottom line is Cassy won’t be here to have sex with you. She extends her apologies, though.”

“Well, damn!” I said, wondering how long such an injury would put our screwing sessions on hiatus. “Thanks for the update, Donna. Wish Cassy well for me. Have her phone me once she’s able to give me an update on her status for tomorrow.” I was about to head out the door to go home and jerk off—something I hadn’t had to do for sexual release for the best part of a year.

Donna stopped me, however. “You don’t have to leave so soon, John, if you don’t want to,” she noted. “We’ve never talked much. I’d like to get to know the guy who pleases my sister in bed.”

To be polite, I said I’d stay for a brief chat. Donna poured us some cold drinks. I let her initiate the conversation.

“So, what’s my sister like as a sex partner, John?” she asked me. “I’m quite curious to find out.”

I replied, “When we’re actually engaging in sex, Cassy is excellent, but she’s not the affectionate type. She’s aloof. Do you know that word, Donna?”

“Yes, of course!” she told me. “Aloof is an adjective. It means standoffish, distant or remote from a personal standpoint. Yeah, Cassy can often seem that way to people.”

I applauded her diction. “You’re a scholar—and a pretty one, too,” I told her. I finally noticed that Donna was indeed easy on the eyes. It occurred to me within a few minutes that I’d rather have Donna as a bedmate than Cassy purely on the basis of good looks and general friendliness. Apparently, Donna had the same idea!

With no further encouragement, Donna put her hands on my wrists and made a naughty suggestion. “Here's something to consider, John: Why don’t I take Cassy’s place in the guestroom today? You’ll get what you need daily—sex—and I’ll get what I’ve never had before—sex! Cassy says you’re very good in bed with her.”

That was a revelation on more than one level. First, I hadn’t ever recalled Cassy paying me such a widespread compliment. Secondly, I had no idea that Donna would behave this way. Thirdly, I was all in favor of it! It had been a long while since I’d bedded a girl with zero sexual experience.

“Donna,” I said softly, “that sound you can’t possibly hear is the sound of my erection growing in my trousers. I’d love nothing more than to give you a thorough fucking starting right now!”

I wasn’t kidding Donna. My dick was fully erect just by thinking about what was going to happen. Donna took my hand. Together we practically sprinted to the guestroom to have a fuck.

Part Four

Once we got there, I could tell Donna was a novice because she asked me a bunch of trivial questions about who ought to get undressed first, or if we strip simultaneously, and other things that really didn’t matter. I think she was just overly excited to be sharing a bed with me—which, in turn, got me fully aroused.

I just told Donna to relax, and I’d give her a good, passionate and romantic screwing—the type of sex her sister generally didn’t like.

“That sounds great to me!” Donna exclaimed as she peeled down to her birthday suit. Within half a minute, I could easily tell she, like her sister, had been blessed with similar nipples for me to nibble on. That was the first thing I focused on when we met in the center of the bed.

Donna, who was about 5’4” in height, was small-breasted but her nipples were superb sexual attributes. I groped, fondled, squeezed and caressed her boobs for at least three minutes before I applied my tongue to them. Donna cooed with delight, so she was already a more receptive lover than Cassy had ever been with me. I promptly straddled her because I couldn’t resist a titty-fuck. Cassy hated when I did that to her. In contrast, Donna was amused and very playful about it.

Then I moved down the bed to orally stimulate my pretty partner’s vagina. “I suspect you’ll really enjoy this, Donna, ” I cheekily said. She did. She experienced an orgasm within two minutes. She was a little bit in awe of it and apologized for making a wet mess on the bed.

“Don’t you dare apologize!” I told her. “My tongue takes it as a compliment.”

I proceeded to plant kisses all over Donna’s sexy body from her head to her toes. Over the past ten months I had forgotten what it was like to make love to a girl rather than just screw her. I was enjoying the enormous difference.

I was revved up now, and about to fuck Donna’s pussy—and I think she sensed what was next on the agenda. However, she stopped me to ask, “Would this be a good time to suck on your penis, John?” The question came in a rather sweet, hopeful voice.

I answered her honestly, “Donna, honey, I can attest there’s never a bad time for that!” Accordingly, we switched places on the large bed. I lied in the spot that Donna had occupied. Donna took the location on the bed where I had licked her pussy to an orgasm.

My dick was pointing skyward. Donna approached it almost reverently; she gingerly began to lick my shaft as if it were a popsicle. It twitched, which she found amusing. “That reaction means you know what you’re doing, ” I informed her. For a rank amateur, Donna gave me an excellent blowjob. I complimented her on her natural sexual talent. She blushed, which I found endearing.

“My penis is as hard as it gets. It can’t get any harder. Time to put it to work, ” I said. “Donna, lie on your back, spread your legs, and let’s do what’s natural for males and females to do.” She complied.

I could hardly wait to mount this sexy, affectionate and friendly example of youthful femininity. I found it hard to believe her sister was aloof Cassy. I pushed my penis inside her opening. I was slightly worried that I might be too big for her to handle, but Donna took it like a pro—a fraction of an inch at a time. The sensation was beyond marvelous. Her tight, virginal pussy was a pleasure to penetrate. Cassy’s vagina was fantastic to fuck; Donna’s was out of this world.

I pushed forward very slowly because I didn’t want to risk hurting Donna—and I was enjoying the experience far too much to rush it. I was quite surprised that Donna took all of my glorious manhood “balls deep”. Her vagina was snug and completely wonderful. I wouldn’t have minded staying in her for hours on end. “This is, without a doubt, the best pussy I’ve ever fucked!” I proclaimed. Then I started to slide it in and out with the same level of vigor I applied to Cassy’s love hole. I came in about two minutes. Gobs of my thick, white jism flooded Donna’s crevice to overflowing. My sexual excitement and pleasure were so great that my happy penis remained hard. My dick never did become flaccid for as long as it was impaling Donna's body.

I told Donna I was nowhere near being finished with her despite the huge ejaculation I’d just experienced. “Fuck number two coming up!” I announced. I just kept on thrusting over and over again for a solid ten minutes until I felt another come shot was imminent. I still didn’t pull out. I came again. It couldn’t compare to my first cum blast, but I felt two more ropes of semen rise from my testicles, enter my shaft, and fly into Donna’s welcoming pussy.

“I think I have a third orgasm in me tonight,” I stated somewhat optimistically. “Let’s try a different position. I think I’ll give it to you doggie-style.”

I wasn’t quite certain that Donna knew what I was talking about, but I let actions speak louder than words. I pulled her body gently toward the rear of the bed, turned her onto her stomach, and raised her derriere at an angle. I got out of bed, took the appropriate standing position behind Donna, and drove my penis into her from behind. It was still a marvelously tight fit, but Donna’s pussy was loosening up from having me inside her for so long.

Judging by Donna’s moans of delight, she was enjoying me as a lover. I certainly was enjoying her body—and her fun outlook on sex. I was nearly sexually spent, but about 20 minutes of my constant ramming caused a third ejaculation. This time I did pull out—something Cassy never allowed me to do—and fired a small cum shot onto Donna’s back and bum.

“That does it. I’m spent!” I confessed. “Donna, you are easily the greatest sex partner I’ve ever had!” when I offered to linger around indefinitely kissing and cuddling with her, my suggestion was warmly accepted. My typical stay for a romp with Cassy was under 50 minutes. In contrast, I spent almost three hours sharing a bed with Donna. Time just flew by.

When I finally did get home, I had only been there for about 15 minutes when the telephone rang. I was expecting Cassy to call me with an injury update about her ankle. Instead, it was Donna on the line.

“Hi, John. Remember me...Donna? You know, the innocent girl you ravaged tonight?” she said.

“Yes, vaguely,” I replied just as playfully.

Donna got to the point. “Cassy did break her ankle in several places, so she underwent surgery. She still in the hospital, so you can forget about having sex with her tomorrow for sure—perhaps longer.”

I was waiting for the “however” which I hoped would follow. It did!

“However,” Donna said, “I’m home tomorrow and I have nothing planned at all. How about you dropping by to give me another passionate fuck?”