My Perfect Tens
Part 10 of 15
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Life is good for Jim, who harvests prolific amounts of erotic energy from a growing harem of innocent young women anxious to learn about erotic love. In Part 10 of the 15-part series
"My Perfect Tens,"
we see how Jim uses his special talents to reward his lovers.
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The next months were the best of my life. Things had been wonderful since the day I met Daniel and used his help to have sex with perfect tens. Nothing approached the joy of seducing a bevy of beautiful virgins and harvesting their vast reservoirs of passion. I spent time with different women every day. I'd say I was living every man's fantasy, but it was much better than that.
There was Elena, an architecture major whose brilliant mind combined artistic elements that made her a good designer, and technical sophistication that made her a good engineer. There's something special about seducing a woman with such a powerful intellect. It took months to harvest all her virginities.
I had fun with a beautiful girl named Wanda, who wanted to be a model. She was photogenic enough, but modeling is a challenging profession that is hard to enter. I used my mental influence to seduce the head of a modeling agency and get her to sign Wanda to a contract.
There was Julia, a pre-med student who wanted to be a doctor so she could help people. She produced a kind of compassionate energy unlike anything I found in any other woman. I funneled some of that energy and used it to enhance her memory, which would make her a better physician.
There were others. I introduced them all to intimate romance, then took them on a step-by-step journey where they experienced all the kinds of sex men and women enjoy. But two women received more of my attention than any of the others. I was awed by the artistic depths of my perceptive Iris, and entranced by the fierce power of my athletic Lena.
My meetings with Iris always began with me taking her to bed. Afterward, we'd spend time in conversation. Sometimes I'd take her to a museum, or to hear a symphony, or to have a meal at some trendy high-end restaurant. I bought her gifts, ranging from nice clothes to expensive art supplies. There was lingerie, of course. She loved elegant lingerie.
Iris asked me to sit for a portrait. As I watched her work, I reached into her mind and stimulated the parts of her brain that made her a good artist. I helped her talent grow every week. By the time she finished my portrait, she'd become an artistic genius.
"Iris, that's a beautiful painting," I told her. "You made me look like an interesting person."
"I made you look the way I see you, Jim," she said. Iris was justifiably proud of her work. She said she'd give me the painting eventually, but that first, she wanted to submit it to one of her professors, who'd assigned his students to do portraits.
The professor was impressed. He showed the painting to other members of the art faculty, who all agreed that Iris was the most talented student they'd ever seen. From that moment on, all the professors in the School of Art waited anxiously as Iris worked on projects. They wondered what kind of masterpiece she'd produce next.
Iris understood that she'd experienced some kind of wonderful transformation. She wasn't sure why she'd suddenly become a better artist, but she often thought it had something to do with giving me her virginity. Iris imagined I'd become her muse.
She wasn't wrong.
In bed, Iris evolved into the kind of lover who was naturally submissive. She liked to let me take charge, deciding what we did and how we did it. That was convenient, because I wanted Iris to experience every kind of sex imaginable. Different positions. Bondage. Blindfolds. Role playing. Oral. Anal. Facials.
She loved it all. Every time she had a new experience she lost another virginity, and she produced an explosion of erotic energy that was almost as powerful as the very first time we went to bed.
There was a big difference between the way Iris and Lena made love. Iris liked to be a passive recipient of my attention, while Lena liked to fight for control. They were both wonderful, but in wonderfully different ways.
I suppose that the best example is what happened the first time they experienced anal sex. For Iris, it was a complete surprise. We started by having very conventional missionary-style sex that was exactly like the kind we had so often. I felt her excitement build slowly, until finally I knew she was about to climax.
At that exact moment, I pulled my wet cock from her pussy, placed the head against her tight butthole, and suddenly pushed inside.
"Jim!!!!!"
she cried. I sensed that she experienced a bit of pain when I shoved my cock shoved into her tight bottom for the first time, but her main feeling was one of shocked surprise. The sensation overwhelmed her senses as she began to learn why some women like anal sex more than any other kind.
I came immediately, flooding her backside with a big load of warm, wet cum. By peering into her thoughts, I saw that Iris experienced it as a kind of sensory overload. It was too much to take in at once. There was the painful presence of a hard cock up her backside. The realization that she could feel every vein and ridge in my throbbing dick. Spurt after spurt of my seed going somewhere new. It was a lot of stimulation.
As she climaxed, the powerful muscles of her rectum clamped down on my cock, pinching off my orgasm. That was painful. I needed to unload my balls, but I couldn't as long as she squeezed me so hard. I could tell that her muscles were trying to expel my cock, so I had to push back just to remain inside her. She twisted from side to side beneath me, trying to get away.
She screamed. There was an eruption of erotic energy that was almost as powerful as the time she lost her first virginity, but this energy had a different quality. There was a mixture of overpowering pleasure along with shock, fear, and pain. She wanted more, and she wanted less. Iris was unable to think rationally as every part of her mind focused on the waves of sensation that originated in her ass and spread to every part of her body.
"Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim!"
she cried. I sensed that she wanted me to do something, but she wasn't sure what. She wanted me to stop, and she wanted me to continue. She wanted me to pull out, and she wanted me to go deeper. Iris thought my cock felt enormous when it was up her tight ass. It felt good being fucked by such a big cock, but it also hurt.
Her orgasm faded slowly as I felt her rectum clench and unclench again and again. Her whole body trembled as the bubble of energy slowly contracted around us. Iris finally regained the ability to think rationally.
"Will it always hurt so much?"
she whispered afterward.
"It will never hurt that much again,"
I replied.
"Your bottom will get used to my cock. It will stretch. It will always hurt a little bit, but not the way it hurt today."
From then on, I used two fingers when I applied lube to her bottom, and I twisted them around and around to loosen those tight muscles.
With Lena, her first experience with anal sex was completely different. She ASKED me to fuck her ass! Most of what Lena knew about sex came from porn sites. She'd seen plenty of videos that showed men fucking women up the ass, and she wondered how it felt.
"Jim... I want you to do me up my butt," Lena said one night. "I want to know what that's like."
Because she'd watched a lot of videos, Lena knew that the actresses who performed anal sex on camera often made it seem that the act was very painful. There's a whole category of videos that depict what are called "painals." But Lena is smart enough to know that producers of sex videos are making a product, and that some customers like seeing pain. Are the performers acting, or does anal sex hurt as much as it looks? Lena wanted to know.
Remember - Lena LIKES pain! Daily, she goes zooming across the ice, leaps into the air, and tries to teach herself new moves. She falls all the time. All. The. Time. I've found huge bruises all over her lower body, and she acts like they're no big deal. For Lena, pain is the price she pays to become better. It's not surprising she felt that way about sex.
The first time she asked for anal sex, she handed me a bottle of lube and laid down on her belly, presenting her ass for preparation. I took my time applying the lube. It wasn't just because I wanted to make sure we used enough; I also wanted to give Lena plenty of time to think about what we were about to do. I sensed that she'd been anticipating this moment for days, and she enjoyed knowing it was finally about to happen.
I spread her legs, applied some oil to my cock, and ran the head up and down the crack of her ass, paying special attention to her tight little butthole. Pretty soon I sensed that she was getting impatient. Lena wanted me to stop giving her foreplay she didn't need. Since that's how she felt, I pressed the tip of my cock against her anus and pushed, entering as slowly as I could.
She was tighter than any woman I've ever sodomized. That's not too surprising, considering how much time Lena devoted to training. Every muscle in her body was strong, and that included the muscles in her ass. But she also had more control over her muscles, so she was able to relax more than most women. I pushed into her ass, then paused so she could think about how it felt.
Eventually, I began moving in and out. Lena knew she had to relax as much as possible, but she was very tight back there. I sensed that Lena was surprised that my cock felt so much bigger than when it was in her pussy. At this point, she believed it didn't feel very good. It was more clinical than sensual.
That needed to change.
I gripped her hips and rolled her onto one side. It took some work to do this while keeping my cock inside her. When we got into a spoon position, I reached around and began massaging her pussy, being sure to give her clit plenty of attention. At the same time, I began working my cock in and out, going deeper each time. Each stroke delivered a fresh bite of pain.
That's when Lena's opinion changed.
She liked those bursts of agony and ecstasy. It made her feel alive. Feeling my cock moving in her ass at the same time my hand massaged her clit became a potent combination. It was much more intense than vaginal sex. I sensed that Lena savored the intensity.
