Just a recap to remind you of what happened in chapter one ... I'm Zeb a nineteen year old architectural student. I have a girlfriend Ginny (Ginz) who is studying in another city. Ginny is both beautiful and smart ... she also lost her legs years ago in a car accident and uses a wheelchair. I live alone but my life is far from dull. So far my first time sexual experiences have included a first blow job, first sex with Ginny, sex with another girl (with Ginny's approval). I've also had a threesome and enjoyed anal. So let's see what else I have to share in this chapter of my life.
Ginny had left to go back to college almost a week ago and I was curious as to how the seduction of her roommate, an Australian girl called Emma was progressing. Finally she called on Saturday evening and I could tell by the sound of her voice that something had happened.
"We did it, last night!" Ginny exclaimed!
"I take it things went well?"
"Oh you know just the run of the mill multi orgasmic experience ... nothing out of the ordinary," she replied trying to sound as though it was nothing special ... but failing miserably.
"Way to go Ginz baby!"
"I know!" The elation was back in her voice. "It was so much better than I thought. All the tools of seduction Issy used on me I used on Emma and she responded just like I'd hoped. It was unbelievable!"
Ginny spent the next hour talking non-stop about her experience and I was so turned on by her intimate narrative that I masturbated the whole time. I could tell that Ginny had a hand down her pants as well ... her speech highlighted at times by small moans of pleasure!
I felt no jealousy in regard to her liaison with Emma, just as Ginny hadn't when I told her about Issy. Just knowing she was enjoying her sexual freedom made me happy and excited for her. We had already agreed that we were both free to explore new sexual experiences while apart
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The next day I meet Issy for lunch ... she'd also received a call to thank her for all the practical advice she'd given. We both laughed at how ecstatic Ginny had sounded at her newfound powers of seduction.
For the next two months life carried on as usual. Issy spent the night once a week and it always resulted in our sweat covered bodies gasping for air after a torrid session between the sheets. It never ceased to amaze me how Issy always introduced something new each time to spice things up ... sometimes it was a new position or maybe a toy from her collection. On one occasion she turned up wearing a strap-on dildo under her clothes. It wasn't until we were lying on the bed kissing that I felt a bump between us ... I knew it wasn't me as I was still soft and just starting to grow. Issy smiled as she saw the look of confusion on my face.
"Time for me to introduce you to my new friend," she smirked. "I call him Rod!"
"And just exactly what do you think you're going to do with your friend Rod?" I questioned in reply.
"Well he's all new and shiny and has never been up a virgin ass before so maybe today is going to be his lucky day." Issy pushed her hips into me so I could feel more of her rigid new friend.
"I don't know about that." My voice sounded a little unsure
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"Come on Zeb baby, you've had my ass numerous times. I think you need to reciprocate and feel the pleasure it brings." Her smile widened as she continued to rub against my groin.
"Pleasure to you or me?" I responded.
"Both baby," she purred in my ear seductively. "I'll be gentle with you ... I promise."
Issy stripped off my shorts, t-shirt and underwear. She then stood and did a slow strip tease finally revealing the five inch black dildo attached to her waist by thin leather straps. She played with the false cock, licking her hand and pretending to wank while moving her hips alluringly.
I have to admit by the time she approached the bed my cock was standing to full attention and I was ready for playtime!
Issy covered the dildo with lube that I kept in the bedside drawer and then used her fingers to grease up my butt hole. I was on my back with my legs up over her shoulders and she kept eye contact with me the whole time ... a sly smile on her lips.
On a few occasions in the past I'd had a finger up my ass both by Issy and Ginny. But this was a whole different ballgame.
"Ready for Mr Rod?"
"Fuck! Lets do this!" I uttered and smiled.
Issy slowly pushed against my lubed hole and the dildo popped inside. To my surprise it didn't feel too bad. Slowly the whole thing disappeared up my butt and after a few moments of discomfort it actually felt okay. Issy grabbed my cock and started to wank me as she began to fuck my ass. The sensation of movement on my prostate was strange but exciting and before long I was asking her to go faster with both hand and dildo.
"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" I announced as my hands gripped the sheets and my hips rose up off the bed.
I then had one of the most sensational orgasms I'd ever had, the feeling was amazing. Rope after rope of jizz shot from my cock in unison with Issy's stokes against my prostate. I don't think I'd spurted more than maybe five times before but at least eight jets of my sticky white liquid erupted out landing on Issy's stomach and boobs
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The surprising thing was I stayed rock hard afterwards and was able to satisfy Issy over the next half hour. I even strapped the dildo onto myself and double penetrated her. The dildo was definitely something we would both enjoy again!
I still had a lot of time on my hands during the week, I was cruising through the architectural course and had also finished the decoration of my new home. My prospective boss Doug wasn't really allowed to give me work in the first year of my course ... but he did come up with a solution to keep me occupied. He knew I liked photography, so I was presented with a top of the line digital camera and told to spend time photographing architectural styles around town. 'Look, appreciate and learn' were Doug's words of encouragement as he sent me out on a mission of discovery. And discover I did ... but it wasn't quite what Doug or even I could have ever imagined!
I was down in the old town dock area early one morning snapping photos of porticos and façade's from places built in the late eighteen hundreds. Mostly old bank and merchant buildings that had some stunning features and workmanship ... styles that were literally forgotten in today's modern glass and concrete structures. One façade in particular fascinated me ... it was a smaller building only about twenty feet wide sandwiched between two larger buildings of the same era. The frontage was a pale yellow stone block with small weathered green double doors in front flanked by tall thin windows. The three story façade looked like it hadn't been updated since it's conception. The construction date of 1835 was engraved into the stone above the door, as was the original tenants occupation ... 'J. P. Small - Cobblers'. I suppose not a lot of room was needed for shoe making and repairs in those days. The second floor had an old hoist above wooden shutters that were once used for the access of supplies, the old-rusted wheel still hanging under the gantry. The shutters were now permanently open and revealed a large casement window. The third floor had a center window with an ornate wrought iron juliet balcony in front, probably fronting the old cobblers accommodations.
The building was now a small café. The only signage was a small board outside on the pavement proclaiming 'Cobblers Café - best coffee in town', written in a cursive old English style font. The sign must have had some truth to it as I had to wait numerous times for people to enter and exit between photos.
I was surprised when during a close up I spotted someone staring back at me from the third story window. I waved at the person but didn't receive a reciprocating gesture ... in fact I got a rather stern look back and then they flicked me the bird! I was a bit stunned and my overactive imagination flew to the conclusion that it was perhaps someone who was there for a forbidden liaison and they'd taken me for a private eye hired by their better half ... well, maybe not! More likely simply someone who didn't appreciate being in my photo.
I'd spent an hour outside taking pictures and making notes before deciding I was now obliged to at least buy a coffee to repay the owner for the use of their building in my research.
I entered to a rather busy café. Being so small there was only five tables to sit at and they were all occupied by a mixture of cliental ... from business suits to dock workers. Old pictures of cobblers at work adorned the walls and wooden crates with old shoes and shoe making paraphernalia were dotted around in little nooks and crannies, the smell of fresh coffee beans hung in the air ... it was a nice cosy set up.
