Vance Boniface, Year One: Pt. 01

My name is Vance Boniface, and there are days where I wonder if all that was keeping me alive is just to see what happens to Han Solo in the third Star Wars movie.

It was the beginning of 1982, and I was in my second semester of my freshman year of college. I spent my first semester not fitting in at all in my dormitory or anywhere else on the university, socially, and about the best thing that happened was my roommate moving out so I could have the whole room to myself.

While most people were out with their friends at night, I was at the library studying. By this time, it was a very cold winter, and I had discovered ways around campus that would be indoors and therefore heated. For example, it was easier to cut through the gym rather than walk around it.

This time, I had to use the bathroom, so I stopped at the first men's room that I passed. As I went to the nearest urinal to do my business, I began to hear the sound of showers running behind me.

I realized that I was in one of the locker rooms, which I did not want to be in at all. I had discovered in high school that don't get along with athletes, to the point where they seem to just demean me for the hell of it.

I was about to leave quickly and quietly, and I checked to see if anyone had seen me come in. What I saw stunned me so much that I simply couldn't move.

I had assumed that in the showers would be football players, coaches, or any group of males, but I saw three lovely naked young women. It took me a while to realize that I wasn't dreaming, and my eyes were captivated on their wet breasts, waists, thighs, and asses. Their skin as beautiful and wet, and it reminded me of how seals have this almost friction-less gleam on their bodies. I know that is a strange thing to say, but there was just something hypnotic about how their bodies moved.

Their tits ranged from small, medium, to large, but with the way they jiggled, there was no way I was going to look away. It was as if every naked woman that I had seen in my Playboy and Penthouse collection just jumped out of its 2D fantasy world into wonderful 3D reality.

The water from the showers cascaded on their curvaceous bodies, making small rivers on their lovely skin. I couldn't help but notice that when their pubic hair was wet, it kind of clumped it together. I also loved how water dripped down out their vaginas in a cascade.

To my surprise, they saw me. At first I thought they were going to scream, and I prepared to run.

As much as I thought I was going to have to apologize, they did it for me.

"Sorry," said the one with the biggest tits, "our locker room is being cleaned, and we didn't think that anyone would be using the locker room this late."

"I think he was staring at us," said the one with smallest tits.

As they all laughed, their tits moved in such a way that I could have watched for hours, perhaps forever.

"I could use some help washing, if you're available," said the one with the biggest tits.

I would love to tell you that this story ends with me having sex with these three beautiful women. However, what happened next is one of the saddest moments of my life. Yet sometimes those moments that seem the most tragic can end up being the most special of all.

At the time, I still couldn't believe that this was happening, and they beckoned me to come forward.

I was incredibly nervous and couldn't think of anything to say. I was afraid that what I would say would be so stupid that they would instantly regret what they asked. Still, I took a few shaking steps toward them.

Then one of them said: "I think you should take your clothes off if you want to join us."

I then took off my shirt, and reveled in their catcalls. When I pulled my pants down, I was surprised that I wasn't hard. This was the most sexual moment of my life, and I wasn't certain why it wasn't working.

What she said next made certain it wouldn't get hard at all.

"Oh my God," said the one with biggest tits, "that is so small."

"Is it even hard?" the smaller tits asked, "it's like a French Fry."

I noticed that the medium sized girl kept her comments to herself. She was the first one to turn off the water, and then she threw a towel around herself as she walked to a nearby pile of dry clothes. The others did the same.

"We'd better go," said the bigger tits girl, who seemed to lead them.

I did this awkward thing where I pulled up my pants and tried to run away, but ended up tripping. I actually felt a lot of pain when I fell on my knee, but I heard the gals just laugh. I got up and ran away, but I went in the other direction. I was soon at the end of the lockers, with no exit at this dead end.

I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but I'm sure they were making some crude jokes about my penis size at my expense. I could feel tears go down my face, and then I really couldn't work up the nerve to even attempt running past them.

I know this sounds terrible, and trust me, it was. It probably was only a few minutes before I heard the bathroom doors open and close, and the ladies left. For what seemed like hours, I sat there on the floor and cried. It was a horrible, ugly cry where snot goes everywhere from the eyes, nose, and mouth, and since I already had my shirt off, I used it like a large Kleenex that got pretty damp.

I felt so alone and wished that the floor would fall out beneath me, and I didn't care how long I would fall into the abyss below.

Then things turned around in a strange way. I heard the door bang open, and something big and on wheels came in. It jarred me back to reality, like waking from a nightmare, only to find that the bad dream was true.

I heard the sound of a woman saying: "Custodial. Is anyone here?"

I could hear the sound of the cart full of supplies come to a stop. I then heard her call out again, and she was coming my way. I didn't feel like getting up, and eventually she was near me.

She looked to be much older than me by a few years possibly a grad student, and she was quite overweight. When she saw me, she said: "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see that anyone was here. I'll wait outside until you leave."

"I don't think that I ever want to leave."

"Really? Why would you want to stay here? Hey, are you all right? Are you hurt?"

I could still feel the pain on my knee, but I knew it wasn't broken. I just didn't have the energy to get up. "In every way possible. I've just been humiliated in the worst possible way."

"What happened?"

"Three naked ladies wanted me to shower with them, with me naked, and I fucked it up."

I honestly don't really swear, but however long I had been rejected made me very fluent in all kinds of bad language.

"Well, you're young, and I'm sure there will be more. You should probably just go home and get some rest. Let me help you to your feet."

As I got up, I didn't realize that my pants were unbuttoned, and my underwear was not pulled up all the way.

This stranger then saw my dick in all of its non-glory. I did not like the way she flinched.

"That's right. They took one look at this and practically ran!"

I pulled my pants up, and then sat on the bench in the center of the lockers.

"Oh," she said, sitting on the bench beside me, "I think I see what's going on. I take it that you never had a chance to use that with a woman before."

"No, and I'm eighteen years old! It's never going to happen."

The woman then went over to the other bench across from me, and said what I never would have expected her to say. "Okay, would you like to?"

I figured that there was no way I heard her correctly. "What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean. Just to be on the safe side, let me see your ID first."

I hesitated to go to my wallet in my back pocket. This woman was much bigger than me, and could easily overpower me.

"I'm just trying to insure that you are old enough. It's all right. Take your time."

At the time, I couldn't believe what she was suggesting. I pulled out my wallet, and I then gave her the card that I thought she was expecting.

"No, not your student ID card, your driver's license."

I produced that card, and she looked at it, and then looked me over.

"Okay, you're eighteen, which means you're old enough. What I'm saying, Mr. Vance Boniface, is that if you want to be fucked, I will fuck you now."

I figured that at that moment, it simply wasn't happening. Like I was dreaming, like I went from my worst nightmare to my best wet dream.

"Really? Right here?"

"Yeah, it's been a while for me, and I could use a little. I usually I take my lunch break around this time. I've got the keys to this room and can lock it from the inside. We won't be disturbed. If you don't want to, you don't have to. It's up to you."

I thought about it and said: "Okay."

"All right, the name is Mavis."

"I'm Vance."

"Yes, I know."

Mavis locked all the doors as she talked. "Before we get started, I want you to know that this is not a start of a relationship. This is a one-time only event, so I can't have you coming around where I work and asking for a second time around. I need this job, and I don't need any complications. Do you understand?"

I was still stunned, but I had enough strength to nod my head.

"Also, if you see me on campus, you can say hi, but don't be thinking I owe you anything. We can talk, but unless I let this happen again, this will essentially be like it never happened, okay?"

It was what I thought she wanted, and I'm glad she confirmed it.

She then began to take off her clothes. I was getting my dream, and still couldn't believe it. I saw that she was wearing a huge brassiere with white lace. When she pulled down her pants, her panties, which were also huge, were black, and didn't match at all.

"Okay, Vance, I'm probably not what you're expecting, because I'm a little older and a little fatter. Vance, you get all this or nothing."

She sounded upset, and I tried to reassure her.

"No, Mavis, it's not that. It's just, I'm not used to seeing anyone actually naked in front of me, unless they are in a magazine. Just not used to seeing any movement at all, but seeing you, is just incredible."

"Oh, I like that. So you must like porn mags, then. Why don't you show me what you do when you looking at a porn."

I held up my hands like I had a magazine.

"No, that's not what I meant," she said.

I then took the magazine that I was miming in my hands and turned it to the side, like I was looking at a centerfold.

"Okay, Vance, I'm going to make myself clearer. I've never known any man who didn't look at porn when their pants were pulled down, or they were naked. Or maybe they're wearing some kind of pants where their dick is poking out, so they can stroke it easier. Men won't admit it, but they do that. Go ahead and show me that."

I pulled down my pants and underwear, and I found that even with all that has happened, my cock was still soft, and sadly small.

"Good," said Mavis, "now go ahead and remove your shirt. You won't need it for this next part."

I went ahead and did that, and then she nodded. I then brought my hand to my cock and started to rub it, something I had never done in front of anyone else before. It was weird to do it in a public place, in front of someone I had only known for a few minutes.

"That's it, Vance. Go ahead and make that hard."

I found that I was shaking.

Mavis unhooked her bra to reveal huge tits that sagged a little bit. She also had a lot of fat folds from her boobs to her pussy, and a lot of cellulite on her legs.

Some would have found this body unattractive. For me at that time, it felt unique. I was so used to seeing slender bodies in pornography, that I welcomed this change. There was something about this that felt outside the realm of glossy magazines, as it was real.

Even though this was what I wanted since I had my first boner, I was still so nervous. I could feel my body still shaking, as if the cold from the outside had come in.

Mavis laid on her naked back on the tiled shower floor. She beckoned me to come closer, and I did not hesitate.

"Let's start with an education. This is my clitoris, and if you rub it, it makes me feel good. You got to be gentle with it, though. Go ahead and start there."

I did, and it felt very slimy and satisfying.

"Oh, that is good, but a little too rough."

I backed off, and felt my palms shaking.

"It's okay if you're nervous. Everyone is on their first time. What you're doing is working. Now, go ahead and press here on the pubic bone and you can rub that a bit harder."

I did that, and I was surprised at how hard Mavis allowed me to push my hand on it.

"That's it. Now, below the clit is the opening where you stick your penis in. You can stick your finger in if you like. Do it gently, please."

I really put that finger in there, and I found that it was very tight, but it felt very warm. It didn't seem that she liked me moving around, but she liked the rubbing on the inside and out. The more my finger stayed in, the less tighter it felt. I soon risked another finger, and it seemed her vagina was very accommodating.

"Okay, why don't you use your mouth?"

In all my dreams, I had wanted this, and she was just giving it to me. I kept thinking this was going to end like Lucy pulled the football away, and I didn't want to be Charlie Brown.

Yet it didn't. I put my mouth on her vaginal opening, and then sucked and licked. It tasted salty, and I began to lick furiously.

"Easy. We got some time. You can take it slow."

I then used my tongue on the clit and touched where I could. The vagina seemed to raise its temperature several degrees and felt very wet. Not only that, she moaned a little, and I liked the sounds of her pleasure, making my cock harder and harder.

"All right, I'm ready if you are."

She sat up and grabbed a hold of my dick. I am not proud to say that I have a lot of experience touching and rubbing my own cock, but nothing felt as good as feeling another person's hand upon it. By this time, my dick was the hardest it had ever been.

"Just one thing before we begin."

Mavis had a condom close to her that I didn't see before. She unwrapped it and put the rubber circle on the tip of my dick. She then rolled the sheath on it until my cock was covered.

"Now don't worry about this rubber getting in the way," she said, "it will still feel the same and there will be a lot less cleanup."

I wasn't certain if I was ready, but she guided my cock into her pussy. In a moment, I felt more welcome and at home than I had ever felt. It was like all my life I had lived in the arctic snow, and I got to come into a heated house for the first time. Not just any house, but a home.

She grabbed my buttocks and shook me in such a way so that my crotch slid on hers. I could tell that is was just as pleasurable for her as it was for me. I've always loved to slide my fingers or fist over my own cock, but the place where my dick was now felt made for it.

"Okay, just keep pushing down as you go back and forth. Now I know you're going to want to come, but wait for me."

"I don't know how long I can wait. This feels so good." I was surprised that I could even talk.

"Relish that feeling. I know I am. Here, you haven't even tried the titties yet."

She brought my head down on them, and I saw a nipple that I swear was half the size of the titty itself. It was hard and practically poked me in the eye, and yet I was glad to be poked with it. I sucked that nipple and tried to take as much of her big knockers in my mouth as I could. Never had my body been in more pleasure in more areas in my life.

I then did my best to delay my pleasure, something that I had learned through years of masturbating alone.

"Okay," Mavis said through shortened breaths, "keep going until I come, and you'll know when I do."

At first I didn't know what she was talking about, but I was enjoying it and tried to keep from orgasm. I thought that I couldn't keep it in any longer, until I felt her pussy clench on me as she moaned in ecstasy. This was orgasm, and with a few more pumps inside of her, I allowed my cock the pleasure of it as well.

After she and I stopped panting, she slowly and gently pulled me out of her.

"So, no longer a virgin, now, are you Vance? What do you have to say?"

For about a minute, I just sat there, taking very deep breaths. "I want to do it again, and keep doing it for the rest of my life."

"Whoa. You really mean that. You still have some lead in that pencil, don't you? Let's get you cleaned up before we start again."

Mavis stood up and turned on the shower. I then saw her body get wet, which was just enough to get me hard again.

"Go ahead and take off the rubber, Vance."

I got up and took off the condom over a garbage can.

When I went back over to Mavis, she then grabbed some soap and washed my dick, while also jacking me off. Then she knelt down and put my cock between her tits, and jacked me off this way.

"Oh, you like titty-fucking, don't you?"

"I think I like it more than actual fucking! Well, maybe not as much."

"Wait til you try this."

After she rinsed off the soap, she put my dick in her mouth. She then sucked it, and then blew. I could believe at how good it was. It was as if all the pleasure of the world had gathered in the tip of my dick, and just kept rising.

"I feel so good. I don't know if I can come again."

"I'll wait."

Mavis sucked me and then alternated with titty fucking. In what seemed like many minutes, semen squirted from me, landing on Mavis' titties.

I fell to the floor, and couldn't believe what I was experiencing.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Oh, we're not done."

"What else can we do?"

"This is sex, Vance. There are so many fucking possibilities. Now, some don't like this, but if you like, you can give this a try."

"What haven't we done yet?"

Mavis turned and I saw her very huge ass, and she slapped a hand on each cheek and spread them so I could see her asshole.

In many of my dreams, I usually wanted anal intercourse just to see what it was like. It was enough to get me hard, but not that hard. Mavis sucked me off again, and then put a condom with some Vaseline on my cock.

She then bent over, and I went in like a dog humping. There was a lot of resistance at first, and I wondered if I should even continue. After a while, I was in deeper, and began to pump my body like an oil driller.

Suddenly, Mavis had to say: "Hang on, I got to go."

Mavis ran to the toilet stall, and she shut the door as she sat on the commode. I could hear a flatulent sound, and I saw that my penis looked and smelled kind of dirty.

"I might be out for a while," she said, "feel free to finish yourself off."

I got into the shower and peeled off the condom, washing my dick with the slippery soap. I then enjoyed the feeling again, and pumped myself until I came once more, with the smallest drops of come falling into the drain. I had to do it lying down on my back as I just could not finish standing up.

Mavis got out of the stall, and then said: "Before we finish completely, I want to tell you the three rules of sex."

"Okay." I was so elated I would have accepted anything she said.

She began to put her clothes back on.

"Number one. Don't ever have sex with someone against their will. You know what that is, right?"

"Rape?"

"Yes. It's okay ask them to change their mind over sex, but if their mind is made up, don't even think of trying after that. Like, if you had refused, I would have left. Actually, I would have made you leave, but you see what I'm saying."

"I'm glad that you didn't. Make me leave, and I see what you're saying."

Mavis smiled and laughed as she buttoned her top. "Still, always ask, and make certain that he, she, or they always want to make love to you as much as you want to make love to them."