This is one of a series of stories with titles, and intended storylines, based on principal subjects taken in General Certificate of Education (GCE) Advanced Level examinations in England and Wales, usually at the age of eighteen. Success in these exams qualifies the student to go on to study at a university or art college. The first story is Mathematics; others will include Chemistry, English, Geography and so on.
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Arthur and I met at a friend's dinner party where we were seated next to each other and enjoyed each other's company, so I wasn't surprised to get a 'phone call from him a few days later, inviting me out for a drink. It was another pleasant occasion where we learned more about each other and found much in common. I was an art teacher at a secondary school and Arthur was a graphic designer, so we had some common ground to begin, but we established that we also had similar tastes in books, music and other things.
It looked like the basis for a good friendship at least, but all that changed the first time we went to bed together and found how compatible we were physically too. There was none of the difficulty there often is the first time: we started off with a prolonged session of deep kissing and stroking, which we both found highly pleasurable, and I discovered that his tongue was skilled at working my pussy while I felt inspired when sucking and licking his sweet cock. For the first time in my life I experienced the satisfaction and excitement of mutual orgasms.
From then on we were inseparable and we soon began living together. The sex was superb, and we found great pleasure in studying each other's bodies: I am quite slim but with largish breasts that I think are too saggy but which Arthur adored. He made me shave off all of my pubes so that he could see my cunt clearly, but I wasn't happy about going out with no panties, despite his pleas (he didn't try to force me). He liked my body so much that if he didn't wake up with an erection he developed one while he watched me dress, which made me proud of showing off to him at home.
I loved looking at his body too: he was slim too, with pale skin and soft blond hairs that gleamed in the light. He had a beautiful cock, not just as a sex organ but aesthetically: it was circumcised so the long pink column was crowned with a clearly-defined purple head. I think it was larger than average (I hadn't much to compare it with) and it fitted me perfectly.
We were in our early twenties and neither of us wanted children yet but we enjoyed practising for producing them. We had sex at least once a day, unless I had the curse, when I usually relieved him orally, and Sundays we sometimes spent hours pleasuring each other. He seemed able to delay his ejaculation almost indefinitely, which he claimed was because his cirmumcision had de-sensitised his cock: whatever the reason it was a definite bonus for me because he could make me come several times before he did. At first I felt guilty but he assured me that his climax was not always welcome to him because it meant that the fun had to stop, at least for a while, and he seemed to derive almost as much satisfaction from my orgasms as I did.
Things changed one Saturday morning after he had pleasured me very satisfactorly and I was lying on the bed with him, enjoying the afterglow and the feeling of his thick spunk trickling from my happy cunt. I had my head on his chest and was toying with his soft cock when I felt it begin to stir again. Pleased with my ability to make it recover, I watched it swelling between my fingers, and suddenly felt an extraordinary feeling of desire for his cock - not just to have it shagging me but to be able to watch and play with it.
I moved down and traced its shape with my tongue, tasting the juices of our love making. I gave it a good clean and then lifted my head to admire, no worship, it as I ran my fingers over its proud form. 'I want to paint your cock.' I said and I heard the smile in his voice as he replied:'Feel free, but it might take a few sittings if you want it erect.'
'I'll take some photographs and use those for reference.' I suggested, and ran off to find my expensive SLR, praying that there would be plenty of film. Fortunately there was and I went back to the bedroom to find him gently stroking his cock to keep it hard.
Astonishingly I experiemced a feeling of possessive jealousy - that was my cock he was fondling! I went to work and took two rolls of film of his proud cock before he complained that he could not keep it up any longer. I put down the camera and sucked him into my hungry mouth, then softly, slowly, gently I sucked and licked and kissed his gorgeous manhood. 'Don't you dare come until I say.' I ordered, and then spent nearly two hours giving and receiving intense pleasure. From time to time he groaned and I backed off until he pressed my head back onto him.
His cock grew harder and bigger than I had ever seen before and his seminal fluid continuously seeped from his slit. When I eventually finished him off he blasted an excitingly stupendous volume of his love cream into my thirsty mouth. I came hard with the thrill of it. He soon went soft but I still couldn't leave him alone: I diligently cleaned all of his cock and bollocks and then kissed them avidly until he drew me up into his arms:'Thank you for an incredible experience,' he murmured,' but I need to recover and replace all of the fluid I've lost.'
'It's not been lost.' I argued licking my lips with pleasure, but I let him go off to the kitchen. He came back with two mugs of coffee and I still couldn't take my eyes from that weapon hanging from his loins.
We had planned to do some gardening today but I told Arthur that I had some shopping to do, and I wanted the photos developed too. 'I don't think the film processors will let you have pornographic shots.' he warned, and I was so disappointed that he offered to take them into the office and process them there while nobody was about.
