I finished a sex-course with a gynaecologist/psychologist who’d made some startling and somewhat helpful discoveries, but then abused that knowledge a little a few years later when I became a student actor. I was a bit naughty.

When the acting classes began there were a hundred and twenty girls and women, and only five men, two of which were gay. Seeing all the luscious ladies I decided to see if the good doctor’s “tricks” could work in an enclosed group, while getting as many jollies as I could, of course. Hey, I was twenty-seven and full of … beans! It was easy, all I had to do was get one of these would-be starlets in a romantic situation and the rest should follow.

The first girl was a willowy strawberry blond, a little taller than me at about 5’10 “, and keen as mustard to hang out with one of the more promising other students, I was a bit surprised at how easy it was to kiss her, and after a very long time, get my hand down her tight slacks. She was expecting me to screw her. I didn’t. I realised fairly quickly that she couldn’t be aroused externally, so I cuddled and kissed her and took her home. That was the essence of the good doctor’s advice, don’t penetrate until marriage, and certainly not before she is properly able to experience an outside-nerve-centre spasm! A sad bit of advice for a young stud, but there were some other benefits that came with the knowledge, like how to mature a female and how to correct an improper maturation i.e. how to finger-fuck a girl until she shakes real good.

The next girl was different, and not just because she was a blond, most of them were blondes, oddly. She was my height and built like a model, with very big breasts and a derrière you could sit a wine glass on. She came over for speech practice, which always entails tongue exercises, leaving more than an opening for a chap with a quick quip. I was prepared for action, as soon as she opened her mouth to utter the first syllable I leaned over and our tongues did a different exercise.

Her clitoris was swollen before my fingers began the downward-only slide, and the mixture of irritating and then soothing strokes took no time at all to bring her to spasm. It was a fairly deep one for a first-time with a virtual stranger. I kissed her, and hugged her for a long time, long after the tremors of her spasm faded. Then she got up and started taking of her clothes, expecting I was going to screw her. I thought, this girl thinks she’s going to reward me with a fuck she won’t enjoy, for a spasm! Silly girl. I told her that she wasn’t ready to experience a full climax after just having a spasm, and that she’d probably be better off saving that for THE guy. She looked shocked, so I cuddled her for a while before walking her to the door, kissing her very passionately goodnight. The word spread. I did eventually screw one of them, but I had dozens of women manually and orally before then. Aren’t I wicked?

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