John Mitchell tried to study, but his mind was on his plans to ask Martha Van Horn out for their fifth date, tonight. He pictured her in his mind; how she walked with a cat like grace, with her long black hair, fine features, and body to kill for. She is five foot seven, and one hundred and twenty two pounds. One hell of a sexy creature. When she walked towards you, the years of dance lessons showed in the poised strut. Damn, he got hot just thinking about being with her and smelling that perfume she wore.
Four PM, time to call. "Hi, Martha, John. Calling you about setting a time for our date tonight." Martha; "John, I don't want to ever see you again, good bye." The phone went dead. John stared at the instrument in his hand.
Some guys would have lost it, but not John. He knew that he was good goods. As a straight A student and forward on the basketball team, and good looking, he had proven to himself and a lot of others that he was a "hunk," as the girls would say. His disciplined mind told him instantly that this rude put off came because of some reason that was not part of his relationship with Martha.
Two weeks later he happened to see Martha crossing the Harvard commons with a guy. As they walked by, he told his friend Royce Pollard what had happened between he and Martha. Royce said, "repeat that line to me again." John.
" I don't want to ever see you again, good bye." "Well, good buddy," Royce said, "She used that exact same line to tell Al Maynard that he was history, too. In fact, it was after their fourth date."
Royce then told John that his sister was a friend of Martha's room mate. As they parted, Royce said that he would check it out.
At a party at the "Dunster House," a residence hall in Harvard commons, Royce came up to John and said; "Hey Buddy, I've got the whole story. Your girl, Martha, is under the thumb of her Mamma. When she sees a guy more then once, she gives the folks the guys name, home address, parents name, and what she knows of his major and marks. Martha's dad is the president of a local bank in White Plains, New York. The old guy runs a complete credit check and background check on the new boyfriend. If he is not "solid gold" financially, Martha's Mom calls and tells her to cut the guy off."
John shook his head and murmured, "A whole family of ass holes."
Royce; "You bet, no consideration at all for the guy's feelings."
"Somebody should fix their ass,"John said, as he handed Royce another drink. They clicked their glasses to that
John's high school chum, Bud Allen, a wild ass kid, now a senior at MIT, sat at his desk listening to John's story. A smile played at the corner of his lips, as he inquired of John, just how bad did he want to "get" the Van Horns.
John gazed at Bud, and thought a moment before answering, knowing full well the reputation of the MIT boys for successful elaborate pranks. "I will go along with anything that you can think of," John finally said.
Martha Van Horn begin to hear about an extremely handsome French boy that was picking up his dates in a limo. She finally saw him. "Gawd, he is hot," crossed her mind as she walked towards the door to get a better look. Approaching a girl that had chatted with the boy and his date, she inquired," Who is that?"
The girl, who was part of the prank, and in the past had a boy stolen by Martha, said, "Oh, that is Philip Contray. I'm sure you have heard of his family. They are the largest shareholders in British Petroleum." As she walked away, she tossed back over her shoulder, "He was in the phone book."
"Our" Philip received a phone call the following afternoon. After introducing herself, Martha said that she had seen him and wondered if they could meet. They met at five, and the meeting continued into a full date. Martha was dancing on a cloud when she returned to her dorm. Even though it was late, she called her mother with the information so that she could begin to check out her new date. Martha was sure that she had found the man for her to marry, who would support her in the fashion she and her mother had discussed.
Yes, there is a Philip Contray at MIT. Yes, he is an excellent student. Yes, his father is "that" Contray. And, yes, they own 1, 763, 000 shares of BP, plus 1,897, 975 shares of Exxon. Lord knows what else?
Martha's mother phoned her with the instructions to; "Get that boy to the alter."
"Our" Philip had a very interesting next date with Martha. They had just left the curb for the ride to Boston Commons when he felt her hand begin to lower his pants zipper. As she gentle begin to rub his cock, her lips kissed him on the mouth. When his erection was up and bobbing with his pulse, she lowered her mouth to the end of it and begin to lick his cock. Philip slid down in the seat a few inches so she had better access to his cock. After a few minutes if licking, she begin to take more and more of it into her mouth. The pleasure was intense, and then he could feel his balls tighten for the explosion of cum that fired into her mouth. Just as it jetted out, he pushed her head further onto his member so that it went down her throat.
Philip spoke into the intercom to instruct the driver to take them to the "Holiday Inn," just off route 128 in Lawrence. He wasted no time in disrobing Martha when they got to their room. His mouth was on her unused breasts. He wondered if she was still a virgin. Well experience in foreplay, he begin the caressing and rubbing that experience had taught him would bring a woman to that state where she begged for him to put his throbbing cock into her pulsing, vagina.
There was no doubt that Martha was new to this "play." Saving herself for her man of wealth, left no time or room in her life for sexual pleasure with "Just a guy." She was not ready for each new stimuli. Philip wondered if she was on the pill? Her legs were now open. As his mouth found her clitoris, a moan escaped her lips. "Oohhhoo, Ohooooohhooo." His tongue explored her love tunnel, as her hips begin to thrust up and she squirmed in anticipation of what was to come.
Philip's cock was bobbing between his legs as a "Hung man's" cock will. He brought it to her cunt lips and eased it into her. As he thrust it by the opening, she gasped and held him tight, telling him, "Be gentle, this is my first time!"
Philip smiled to himself, knowing the reaction of the conspirators when he told them that he deflowered her. He was ready. His cock was ready. He pushed it into Martha with passion. No reason to go slow. He would fuck her several times tonight. He was sure that she would fuck him as long as he wanted it. And want it he did.
