My Fondest Memory Pt 02

My Fondest Memory

Part 2 of 4

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Within the realm of erotica, there's an entire subgenre devoted to mind control. It is typically told from the perspective of someone who possesses a magic potion, an incantation, or a medical device that compels hapless victims to submit. Usually, the victims don't even realize they are being victimized.

How would one of these stories look from the perspective of someone who doesn't know her mind has been hijacked?

Meet Sheila Friendman, a happy, carefree young woman living a placid existence. Then along comes Ron Stevenson, who changes everything. This story is told by Sheila, who explains what happens when her consent is stolen so skillfully she doesn't even recognize that it's gone. Here in Part 2 of Sheila's memoir, she discovers the joys of being Ron's live-in "girlfriend."

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Ron and I fell asleep, woke up and had sex, slept again, had more sex, and continued like that all night. I loved my newfound ability to have multiple orgasms. It confirmed my feeling that I'd found my soulmate. No other man ever made me climax like a machine gun.

We had sex like that all weekend. When Monday came I called my boss and asked for a week of vacation. Ron is an inventor who doesn't work a normal 9-to-5 job, so he doesn't need to ask for time off.

Two tasks needed to be handled right away. First, I needed to call Sam and let him know our relationship was over. When I checked my phone I discovered that he'd been calling me frantically since I disappeared from the reception. He'd become alarmed when he pounded on the door of my condo and I didn't answer.

I felt he deserved the truth when he asked me why I was ending things, so I told him I'd met someone else.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked. Sam didn't believe me when I said I met Ron at the reception.

"Bullshit," he said. "You expect me to believe you're dumping me for a guy you met yesterday? How stupid do you think I am!?"

I understood. The truth was hard to believe, but it made no difference. I loved Ron, and I was committed to him. I wasn't trying to hurt Sam's feelings, but I wasn't going to change my mind.

We didn't leave Ron's home much during that first week because we spent so much time in bed. At one point, I took a shower and noticed that my pussy felt a bit tender from having so much sex. I liked the sensation. Have you ever heard the phrase 'well-fucked woman?' I felt like a well-fucked woman. I'd never experienced anything like it before.

The second chore that needed to be done was moving the stuff from my apartment to Ron's house. I wanted to sleep in his bed every night, so I had to transfer my belongings to my new home. Fortunately, Ron had already prepared a room that was perfect for me. There was a big walk-in closet, a private bathroom, a fancy make-up area, and places for all the things I use daily. It was as though he knew in advance that I would enter his life. The room had a big bed, but we never used it. I spent each night in Ron's room.

I've asked him what he does for a living. He explained that he was an inventor, but he didn't provide a lot of details. "Where does all your money come from?" I asked, wondering how he could afford so many luxuries.

"I meet periodically with venture capitalists and ask them to invest in my work," he said. "I show them things I'm developing, and they give me money to continue."

"You mean you show them things like that viewer you showed me?" I asked.

He smiled broadly. "That's it exactly. I've shown that viewer to a lot of investors, and it always convinces them to give me money." His job must not require much effort because the only time I see him working is on rare occasions when he goes into his home office and does things I don't understand. He spends most of that time tinkering with his viewer. Every so often he'd ask me to look through his viewer, and I always saw swirling colors. For some reason, I can never remember anything that happens after I put the viewer down.

After a couple of days of non-stop sex, we decided to go to a fancy restaurant because we needed a reason to get out of the house. I put a lot of effort into selecting a nice outfit and getting my hair and make-up perfect. I've always been proud of the way I look, and I always make an effort to look good, but I made a special effort that night. I know men like being out in public with a beautiful woman, and I wanted Ron to feel proud to have me beside him.

It made me happy that he noticed. "Sheila, you look sensational. I appreciate the effort you made getting ready tonight. That dress. Your hair. Everything about you is beautiful. Just looking at you makes me feel good."

Hearing that made me swoon. "Thank you," I said quietly. "I did it for you."

"I know you did, and I'm thankful," Ron said. "There are a lot of things that attract me to you. Your sexy appearance is just one of them. But I admit that it makes me feel good to know my girlfriend is such a great beauty. It makes me feel good to sit here and be unable to take my eyes off of you."

Girlfriend. Girlfriend! I loved hearing him say I was his girlfriend.

By now I think you can tell that Ron devoted a lot of effort to giving me compliments, and that I loved hearing them. It was odd because I'd never felt like that with any other man. I've never needed much reassurance. I've always been especially confident about my appearance, and I've always figured that if a man didn't think I was beautiful, then he was a dope. For some reason, Ron's opinion mattered.

I felt compelled to ask Ron a question. I don't know why I did it. It was almost like someone told me it was important to get Ron's opinion on this particular topic. Like someone implanted the idea in my brain.

"Ron, is there anything you'd like to change about the way I look?" I said. The words sounded odd as they came out of my mouth - as though someone else was speaking. I know a lot about hair, make-up, and fashion. I know so much about how to look good that it's a little bit weird I felt the need to ask for suggestions from a man. There must have been a reason I asked, but I can't imagine what that reason was.

Ron acted as though he'd expected my question. "I love the way you look, but I guess I do have some preferences. The dress you are wearing right now is very elegant, and I think it's perfect for a lot of occasions, but I'd prefer something a little sexier when we go out. Shorter skirts. More cleavage. Tighter dresses. I never want you to wear anything slutty, but I'd enjoy bolder outfits. If you want, I could take you shopping sometime to buy you some things like that," he said.

"I'd love to go shopping with you, Ron," I said. "I'll wear anything to please you."

"When we're alone at home, it would be nice if you wore outfits that are even sexier," Ron said. "You have such a good body that you'd look amazing in yoga pants and sports bras. Short shorts. Halter tops. Leggings. You often see pictures of actresses and models wearing very sexy casual clothes. It would be nice if you had things like that to wear at home," he said.

"I know exactly what you mean," I said. "I've got a few things like that. I can get more."

"I particularly like lingerie. I'd love to see you wear lingerie when we are lounging around watching television, or having cocktails, or hanging out by the pool. It would be very nice living with a girl as beautiful as you and being able to spend a lot of time enjoying how you look in lingerie."

I don't know how that sounds to you, but logic tells me it was a bit odd for a man to ask his girlfriend to dress in lingerie while they're hanging out at home. Before I met Ron, I would have felt insulted if any man had dared try to tell me how to dress. I was aware of the feeling that Ron was asking for something unusual. For some reason, it didn't seem strange. I felt like it was something we'd discussed before, although I couldn't remember that conversation.

None of that mattered. I like sexy clothes. I like lingerie. If Ron wants me to wear that stuff, I'm happy to oblige. "I'll start looking for items like that, Ron," I said. "I'm happy to dress any way you want."

"I knew you'd say that," Ron said, smiling. He always seems to know what I'm thinking.

We both took our time, sipping the wine slowly and enjoying the fine meal. We lingered at the restaurant because it felt so good to have a pleasant moment to sit in a nice environment and think about what we'd do when we got home. Ron and I both knew we'd soon be back in bed, but having a night out gave us a chance to recharge our sexual batteries.

I was never able to forget how unusual our situation was. Although I thought I had an active and happy sex life before Ron, having sex a couple of times a week used to be plenty. That had changed. Suddenly, I couldn't get enough sex. I'd become insatiable. I had to have it several times a day.

And I still couldn't quite believe that Ron had turned me into a multi-orgasmic woman. Every single time we had sex, I found myself having one powerful climax after another. I tried to figure out what Ron did that made so much difference, and it was hard to understand.

At this point in our relationship, Ron hadn't asked me to do anything kinky. We'd done things that were a bit bolder than with my previous boyfriends, but it was fairly vanilla.

I didn't know it at that moment, but our relationship was about to become a lot less vanilla.

It started as soon as we got home from the restaurant. Ron took my hand, led me to the bedroom, and helped remove my clothes. We got between the sheets and Ron started kissing me so passionately I was soon gasping for breath. His hands roamed up and down my body, and I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Every time I looked at his face I saw that he was smiling at me.

Ron finally used his hands to spread my legs as wide as they would go. I expected him to climb on top of me like usual. Instead, he moved down and settled into a position that would let him eat my pussy. He slipped a pillow beneath my bottom, and soon I felt his warm breath on my outer lips.

Like most women, I love it when a man goes down on me, and I was thrilled that first time Ron decided to eat me. He was so good at other forms of sex that I was certain he'd be great at cunnilingus. He started by kissing the insides of my thighs, working higher and higher. I became so aroused it was hard to be still. He kissed and nibbled around and around my outer lips, then began licking them like a starving man. This went on, and on, and finally I felt his hands spread my lips so he could dip his tongue into my wet inner slit.

He started licking the entrance to my vagina. He licked higher and lower, and eventually I felt his tongue touch me everywhere from just below my clit to just above my anus. It made me deliriously happy.

I knew Ron would be good at this! I just knew it!

I thought to myself. He could have continued for hours and I wouldn't have wanted anything more.

Without warning, Ron sucked my clit between his lips and licked it with his tongue. I climaxed immediately. I could feel the muscles in my empty vagina contract over and over, and it felt odd because I usually had contractions like that when Ron's cock was in there, giving me something nice for my pussy to squeeze. He pulled away long enough to watch my contractions subside, then he got back to work giving me pleasure.

Rone slipped a finger inside my passage, moved in and out, then added another finger. He resumed sucking and licking my clit as his fingers sought out my G-spot. A lot of men don't know how to find the G-spot, and I was thrilled to discover Ron didn't have that problem.

For you guys who haven't figured this out yet, the G-spot is a patch of rough flesh located inside the vagina just behind the clit. You're welcome.

I guess some women enjoy having their G-spot stimulated and others don't care. Personally, I care a lot. I love the way that feels. I particularly like feeling the head of a man's cock slide back and forth over my G-spot, but I also enjoy it when a man uses his fingers. Ron was doing a particularly fine job of that, and I knew that it wouldn't take long for him to make me cum again.

He did it in a way I didn't expect. As he was moving his fingers in and out, he moved down and licked my butthole. That was shocking. No one had ever tried anything like that with me, and I would have refused if anyone asked permission. Of course, Ron never asks permission for anything; he just assumes I'll do whatever he wants.

I'd considered analingus to be disgusting, so I was surprised to discover that I loved the way it felt when Ron did it. His tongue circled my tight little hole. It felt soft, and wet, and taboo. It felt like we were doing something forbidden. Dirty. That made it even more pleasurable.

I remember being flat on my back, shaking my head back and forth as I slapped the sheets and moaned in ecstasy.

I've found the world's best lover!

I thought to myself.

I've found the world's sexiest man!

I had no idea what Ron would do next, but I didn't need to wait long to find out.

Ron stopped tonguing my ass and resumed sucking and licking my clit. We could both tell I was ready to climax. Before my orgasm could begin, Ron withdrew his wet, slippery fingers from my pussy and shoved them up my ass all the way to the knuckle.

It made me explode. As I climaxed, I arched my back so much that it lifted my bottom high above the mattress. I moved from side to side, trying to get away from Ron's fingers, but he just pushed them in deeper.

It was the strongest orgasm of my life. I know that claim is getting repetitious, but the fact is that Ron kept finding ways to make me climax harder and harder.

My climax was so powerful it was a bit painful. The muscles in my ass and pussy began contracting so hard that it hurt a little. It seemed like my ass was trying to expel Ron's fingers, but he kept pushing them deeper and deeper. By now you won't be surprised to learn that I screamed. I was glad Ron lived in a single-family house. If I'd screamed like that in my condo, I'm sure my neighbors would have called the police. I screamed over and over as I felt my ass repeatedly clamp down on Ron's fingers.

It took a long time for the throbbing to end, but I finally felt my bottom relax, and Ron slowly pulled out of my ass. I'd always been opposed to the idea of anal sex because I was sure it would hurt, and it definitely did. My butt was too tight to accept Ron's fingers without a lot of discomfort. But the pleasure was so strong it made the pain seem trivial.

By the time I caught my breath, I looked over and saw that Ron's cock was still hard. I'd been so focused on my pleasure that I'd forgotten he hadn't cum. "I'm sorry, Ron," I said, taking his cock in my hand. "Let me take care of this for you."

"I'd love for you to take care of my boner, but I think I'd like something different," he said. "I'd like a blowjob. Would you do that for me?"

"Of course I will," I said. I'd briefly sucked on the cocks of a few men, including Ron, but I'd never let anyone cum in my mouth. I'd always imagined I'd hate everything about it, from the way it felt to the way it tasted. But Ron had given me so much erotic pleasure and joy that I knew I had to give him the best blowjob I could, even if that included swallowing his cum.

I took the head between my lips, started to suck, and bobbed my head up and down. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to do it, but soon I was using my lips and tongue to stimulate his cock. Maybe it sounds strange to hear that a woman my age didn't know how to give a proper blowjob. You've got to remember that I'd always felt that men had to please me - not the other way around. Ron was the first man I'd met who made me think he deserved a blowjob from me.

I used one hand to stroke the part of the shaft that didn't fit in my mouth. Ron got harder than ever before, and I felt proud about that. His cock was like a thick steel rod wrapped in a thin silk sleeve.

Soon I was enjoying the sensation of sucking him as deep as I could. This was before I learned to take his cock into my throat, but I loved how it felt when the head pushed against the back of my mouth. I loved how it felt on my tongue. I loved everything about it.

It wasn't unpleasant at all. I was thinking about how wrong I'd been about blowjobs when Ron's cock began to throb.

Here it comes!

I thought to myself. I was a bit frightened because I wasn't sure how it would taste, and I didn't know if I could swallow it all.

I soon learned I had no reason to worry. Cum began gushing from the end of Ron's cock, and I sucked it down my throat as fast as it filled my mouth. He came again and again and again. The first few times he gave me so much cum that it was hard to swallow it all, but it soon slowed down and I could savor the taste and warm slippery sensation.

That's when something unexpected happened. As I was sucking Ron's cum down my throat, I began having an orgasm. It wasn't nearly as strong as the one I'd had earlier when Ron ate my pussy, but it was a nice one that lasted a long time.

How is this happening!?

I asked myself. I'd never heard of anyone climaxing from giving a blowjob. That was the first time I discovered one more unique thing about having sex with Ron. I always climaxed when he did. Every. Single. Time. It didn't matter if he came in my hand, my mouth, my pussy, or my ass. As soon as I felt his cock begin to throb, it always triggered an orgasm in me.

I'm not complaining. This meant that every time we had sex, it ended with simultaneous orgasms, which are the very best kind. It gave me something special to look forward to whenever we went to bed. But it seemed strange. I'd never heard of women climaxing just because they felt their boyfriends cum.

"Sheila, that was wonderful," Ron whispered afterward. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said. "That was the first time I gave a man a blowjob. I enjoyed it. Obviously. Ron, you made me cum like a freight train."

He smiled at that. "I'm glad," he said. "I hope to make you cum and cum and cum in the years ahead."

The years ahead.

It was nice hearing Ron say out loud that he wanted our relationship to last that long. "I hope so too," I said.

We cuddled for a while, then something strange happened when I got out of bed. I began to walk to the bathroom, and I felt a twinge in my ass. At first, I couldn't understand why it was happening, and I was shocked when I realized that I'd climaxed so hard that I pulled a muscle in my ass. I winced every time I took a step.

It made me think.

One of these days, Ron is going to fuck my ass with his cock instead of his fingers,

I thought.

What's going to happen when he does that? Will it put me in a wheelchair?

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Very perceptive question, Sheila. Very insightful. In Part 3, Ron 'persuades' Sheila to expand her sexual horizons.