The Sexual Initiation of Severus Snape

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TSIOSS 3



The Subtle Science and Exact Art of Sexuality



Climbing onto the bed, he brought his face close to mine.  I
closed my eyes and opened my mouth, expecting him to kiss me.  But
instead, I felt his tongue run quickly over my lips, circling them very
slowly as if he were savoring the sensation.  

\"Hmm,\" he murmured.

I opened my eyes slightly and looked up at him.  He was swirling
his tongue over his own lips now, and I saw with a shock that there was
a small but distinct circle of reddish-purple color upon it, right
where he had originally placed the drop of liquid.

\"An interesting sensation,\" he said, quietly.

He moved slightly and I felt the throb of his erection against my
stomach.  I rose up, intending to distract him with a kiss as I
wrapped
my fingers around his cock.  But he shook his head and moved away,
 getting back off of the mattress and onto his feet again.

\"No,\" he said.  \"First you must finish getting undressed.\"

He grabbed my ankles and swung my legs so that I was now lying sideways
across the bed.

\"Remove your knickers,\" he said, kneeling down upon the floor.

I hastily obeyed him, divesting myself of that small scrap of underwear
and tossing them off to the side.  His eyebrows rose momentarily
as if annoyed with my sloppiness, but then he leaned towards me and I
felt
his hands between my thighs, moving them apart.

Normally I had no problem with watching a client explore my privates,
but tonight I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling.  Usually the
first-timers were so thrilled by the sight of an actual pussy that they
simply pawed at it a few times before climbing on top and burying
themselves in it.  He, however, seemed to be in no hurry to
alleviate what I was sure was a painfully intense hard-on. Instead, I
felt him gently pull the outer lips apart,
and for several long seconds it appeared that he was content to merely
stare at it intently.

Releasing his hold, he suddenly rose to his feet and looked around.
 Spying the goose-necked reading lamp attached to the headboard,
he hesitated for a moment and then gingerly leaned over and turned it
on, a rather apprehensive look upon his face as his fingers slowly
toggled
the switch. I squinted for a moment as the stream of light hit my eyes,
but he was already bending the lamp down, and I realized he was
focusing
the beam between my legs.  Then he knelt down and slowly pried me
open
again.

Now, you have to understand that in those days, even the \'girlie\'
magazines were just starting to show pussies.  Most of them were
still content to show big tits and a little bit of ass, and a rare
glimpse
of pubic hair.  So, I wasn\'t exactly surprised that he might be
fascinated at his first look at what women had between their legs.
 But as he continued studying me in silence, his hands gently
holding me apart as he began to slowly thrust one finger into me, I
found myself wondering if the kid intended to become a gynecologist.

I kept quiet as he began to put a second finger into me, slowly
rotating it and stopping in surprise when I suddenly squeezed my
muscles tightly around him.  Then I felt his fingers slip out of
me and he once more
got to his feet.

He was sniffing at his fingertips, his eyebrows knit together.  He
didn\'t look offended by the smell, merely greatly puzzled.

\"This scent is not biological,\" he said finally, his eyes moving to
my face.  \"It has a distinct, if barely perceptible, chemical
aroma,\"
he mused, as his large nostrils flared slightly.

I blinked in surprise.  \"Well,\" I began.

He crossed his arms over his chest and waited, a casual pose that
was quite at odds with his still humongous erection.

\"I\'m on the pill, of course, but I always try and use a spermicide
too,\" I said.

\"A substance to immobilize and kill the sperm,\" he murmured.
 \"Interesting.\"  He nodded and then looked back down at his
fingers, rubbing the shimmering tips against each other.

\"And I added a little lubrication too,\" I admitted.

\"Ah,\" he said, a small smile appearing on his face.

Well, what did he expect?  Most guys weren\'t exactly interested in
foreplay to begin with, much less wasting any time getting a whore good
and wet before they shagged her.

He turned and disappeared back into the bathroom.  I heard the
sound of running water and then he returned, holding a soapy washcloth
in one hand and a towel in the other.

\"I would prefer to observe your natural responses,\" he said, dropping
back down to the floor.  \"I intend to be very thorough, and with
the proper stimulation these artificial enhancements should be quite
unnecessary.\"
 After a few moments, he had succeeded in giving me a through
washing
and drying.  

I bit the side of my cheek and lay as still as possible as he worked.
 Though I\'d seen and done plenty of weird stuff over the years
(including the guy who asked me to change his diaper), this was the
first time that a john
had given me a bath down there.

\"Now, then,\" he said, after depositing the cloth and towel back into
the bathroom and taking his position again.  \"Let\'s start again,
shall we?\"

This time, he held the labia apart with one hand and then began to
gently rub my clit with his forefinger.

\"This is where a woman\'s pleasure comes from?\" he asked.

\"Yes,\" I whispered, shivering slightly as he began to get a little more
adventuresome-varying the pressure and intensity of his caresses and
circling the nub as well.

\"Ah, but I almost forgot,\" he said, rising back to his feet.  He
strode over to the bureau and retrieved the glass.  He held it up
and now it appeared that the last few drops of the liquid were ruby-red
in appearance.

\"Just right,\" he murmured, bending over me and placing the tumbler
between my legs.

For a few panicked seconds, I thought he might be preparing to shove
the whole glass up into me.  I rose up frantically, trying to push
him away.

He ignored my efforts and concentrated on holding the lips apart and
then I shrieked as a few drops of the liquid trickled down onto my
exposed genitals.

\"Jesus!\"  I yelled.

The water sure as hell hadn\'t been that cold to begin with, and it had
been sitting there on the bureau for some time.  Then why the fuck
was it feeling like he had just pressed an icicle against my muff?
 For a moment, I felt curiously numb, and then the frosty
sensation suddenly faded away and in its place was a hot, prickly
tingling.

\"Jesus,\" I repeated.  But this time it was a cry of delight as his
finger began massaging me again.  My clit was suddenly huge and
aroused, a slippery coat of wetness immediately flooding over it.

\"Tell me what feels good,\" he urged.  

And as much as I wanted to either remain silent or to fake my
responses, I found myself groaning out loud and making little panting
noises as my fingers began to to dig into the mattress.

\"There, there, more,\" I said, directing him.

For a few seconds he continued to pleasure me and then he slowly
withdrew
his finger, pausing before moving to touch me again.  

\"Do you like this?\" he asked.

I managed a strangled, \"Um-huh,\" as my pelvis started to jerk upward,
in rhythm with his movements.

God, this is fucking weird, I thought.

I never, never got aroused with a client, and now I was
grunting and panting, being happily finger-fucked by this strange,
technically-still-a-virgin
kid.  I raised my head and strained my neck to look over at him,
and saw that he was hunched over, a look of absolute concentration upon
his
face as he continued to gauge my responses to his different movements.

He must have felt my gaze upon his face, because he suddenly looked up
and met my eyes.  He smiled again, and I saw the hint of uneven
teeth
this time as he began to chuckle softly.

I shivered as I wondered what the hell he was planning on doing next.
 But, to be honest, it wasn\'t just fear-I found myself turned on
by the way his voice, deep and husky now, reverberated in the small
room.

He removed his finger, and I had to fight from crying out in
disappointment.  He leaned slightly forward, and extended his
tongue out into the air, flickering it in a quick, snake-like motion.

\"Ah,\" I sighed, feeling myself start to quiver again.

\"Do you want my mouth there too?\" he asked, slowly drawing his
fingertips up and down my thighs.

\"Oh, God, yes,\" I whispered.

He bent down and once more used both hands to carefully part my lips.
 I almost screamed as I felt the very tip of his tongue brush
against my clit for just a second.

\"Hmm,\" he murmured, and I felt his hands grasp my thighs and pull my
bum
closer to the end of the bed.  I happily scooted my arse down to
accommodate him and was rewarded a moment later by the feeling of his
tongue, stroking vigorously against me now.

He alternated the licking and sucking movements, occasionally thrusting
his tongue into me.  He moved his face up and down slowly, and I
gave a small yelp and felt my hips jerking forward again as his nose
bumped up against my swollen nub.

Why had I thought his nose was too big?  Sweet Jesus, it was a
wonderful size.   

I grit my teeth and drew my knees up, feeling his movements begin to
quicken slightly as he sensed my increased arousal.

Only a few more seconds, only a few more seconds...

And then suddenly, he had drawn away and this time I couldn\'t help but
moan in disappointment.  Then I realized he was climbing onto the
bed,
pushing me back towards the middle of the mattress.  

I found myself staring up at his face as he balanced upon his knees.
 There was still a thin sheen of oiliness upon his forehead, but
it was nothing compared to the slick coat of my wetness that was now
smeared across his
nose, mouth and chin.  There was a slight, determined frown of
concentration upon his face as he propped himself up with his right
hand and wrapped the fingers of his left around his throbbing cock.
 I reached down to help guide him, but a quick grunt and a shake
of his head told me that he preferred to do it himself.

I lay back and spread my legs wide, the knees bent and my bottom raised
up slightly.  But to my surprise, I merely felt him bob gently
against my opening and then felt the hot, wet tip of his prick rubbing
against my aching clit.  He swayed against it for a few, wonderful
seconds, but as I felt my orgasm edge closer, he once more abruptly
pulled away.  His dark hair cascaded over the sides of his face as
he looked down and studied his erection, the end now glistening with
the same slickness that was covering his face.  I was aware of my
labored, panting breathing for a moment before he suddenly swooped
down, his right arm supporting him as he slowly began to penetrate me.

I put my arms around his waist and moved my hips forward, trying to
help him with the angle.  As he thrust completely into me, I felt
his body shudder, and I heard a low, contented sigh as he lowered
himself on top
of me.  He lay there for a few seconds and then pulled out ever so
slightly before plunging back into me.

\"Make it tighter-like you did with my fingers,\" he murmured into my
ear,
his voice slightly breathless as his long hair fanned out across my
throat.

I shut my eyes and concentrated on squeezing my muscles snugly around
him, hearing him gasp in pleasure.  Lord knows he was so big that
I didn\'t have to work too hard to make it nice and tight.

Okay, I thought, now we\'re back to normal stuff.  I contracted my
pussy a couple of more times and then began to writhe underneath him,
making
sure my tits were rubbing against his chest as well.  No matter
what
crap this guy had dosed himself with, I really doubted that he could
make
his first time last much longer-especially with me bucking up against
him.

\"No!\" he ordered, and I instantly froze.  He moved both of his
hands above my shoulders and raised his torso up so that he could frown
down at me.  \"It\'s going to be nice and slow this time,\" he said.

Shit, is that a threat? I wondered, as I stared up into those
strange black eyes of his.

He lips curled up slightly.  \"Perhaps.\"

I blinked and gasped in surprise.  I swore he had just read my
mind, but before I could worry too much about that I felt his hips
beginning to sway against me, very slowly and deliberately.  I
forced myself to
lie as quietly as possible, but I raised my hands and began to slide my
fingernails down his back, pausing to dig into his arse as he began to
make
longer, deeper thrusts into me.  Moving my hands downward, I
reached
out to grasp his balls.  They were huge and taut, and I began to
squeeze
them, expecting that it would drive him over the edge.  But
although
he moaned in pleasure, his movements didn\'t quicken at all.  In
fact,
he started to move even slower, pausing for a longer time between his
strokes
and shifting his weight every so often so that it changed the angle of
his
prick.  His brought his knees up slightly, at the same time
wrapping
his hands around my waist and pulling me closer, and I found myself
crying
out again as I felt his pelvic bone nudge against me.

In an instant, I was once more aware of how large and aroused my
clitoris was.  My hands dropped away from his balls and I found my
fingers moving to my own body, desperate to start massaging myself
there.  He slowed in his movements again, his head snapping down
to watch what I was doing.  He allowed me to work my hand in
between our bodies and I moaned in satisfaction for a moment as I began
to rub myself.  Then he pushed my hand away, and I felt his own
thin, strong fingers beginning to brush
against me.  I raised my hands to his shoulders and concentrated
on
grinding against him, his cock filling me completely as he massaged my
bud.

\"Do you need that to come?\" he asked, his eyes fixed upon my face as he
continued to caress me.

\"Yes, yes,\" I said.

I heard him laugh softly again and then felt his left hand move to my
breast, the fingers curling tightly around the nipple.

\"Oh, god!\" I shouted, my hips thrusting upward again as I felt my
excitement growing.

Then once more I was shrieking in disappointment as he suddenly pushed
me away.

\"What the fuck are you doing?\" I moaned, reaching up to brush my hair
away from my face.

\"It appears that your next guest has arrived,\" he said, glancing behind
him.

Feeling very confused, I peered over his shoulder into the empty
hallway.  Then, as I heard the sound of two quick buzzes, a part
of my mind
vaguely realized that this was not the first time that they had
sounded.
 My eyes darted back to the clock.  

\"Shit!\" I exclaimed.  It had been nearly forty-five minutes since
Tony had called.

\"How do you open the door?\" he asked.

\"Huh?\"

He sighed and shook his head.  \"How did you let me in the door
from the lobby?\"

\"There\'s a panel by my door,\" I said slowly, feeling as though my head
was filled with cotton even as the parts beneath my waist were still
crying
for attention.  \"I just hold down this switch and it releases the
latch...\"  My voice trailed off as I watched him rise from the bed.

\"Where are you going?\"  I asked, sitting up as I watched him
stride over to the bureau.

\"Well, it is quite rude to leave him standing downstairs, is it not?\"
he asked, picking up his jeans and shaking them out.

\"What are going to do to him?\" I demanded, watching as he put on the
jeans, somehow managing to stuff his still rock-hard prick into them
before gingerly raising the zipper.

\"I am simply going to convince him that he should seek some other
entertainment this evening,\" he said, reaching out for the black
leather jacket.  \"I believe I shall be demanding your undivided
attention for some time,\" he
added, with a smirk.

I stared at him, my mouth open in shock as he slipped into the jacket.
 Then I saw his right hand searching for something in the pocket,
and
felt my heart begin to pound as I saw his fingers wrap around something
solid.

\"Hey, you don\'t have a knife or a gun do you?\" I asked worriedly.

\"Of course not,\" he replied, laughing softly as the buzzer sounded
again.  \"Nothing nearly as mundane as that.\"  His right hand
was empty
as he brought it out of the pocket and began to casually zip up the
bottom
of the jacket.

Crap, maybe he had one of those oriental martial art weapons, I
thought.

He turned and walked toward the door, turning back as I began to rise
from the bed.

\"Stay here!\" he hissed.

I immediately fell back upon the mattress.

\"I shall return directly,\" he said, exiting the room and closing the
door firmly behind him.

I reached out for one of the pillows and hugged it tightly against me,
lying as still as I could.  I heard the faint buzz of the 
release
switch and then nibbled nervously at my fingernails until I heard a
knock
upon the door.  I held my breath, my ears straining to hear the
words
as I recognized Tony\'s surprised tenor and the boy\'s answering
baritone.
 But although both of their voices began to rise, I couldn\'t make
out
any of their conversation.  The discussion seemed to come to an
abrupt
halt as the kid shouted out something.  After a few moments of
silence,
I heard a few low whispers, and then the slamming of the door.  

It was several minutes before I heard the sound of one pair of
footsteps in the hall.  The bedroom door swung open and the boy
entered.  He had a bottle of wine cradled against his body and was
carefully holding
two wineglasses by the stem with his left hand.

\"What happened?\" I asked, keeping the pillow in front of me as I sat up
again.

\"I simply convinced him that is was imperative that he leave,\"
he drawled, placing the glasses upon the night stand.  I watched
as he
poured wine into both of the glasses.  I\'m not sure what surprised
me
more-that Tony had left or that he hadn\'t taken his wine with him.

\"I think we both need a little drink before continuing,\" he said,
holding out one of the glasses for me.

I reluctantly accepted it and took a small sip.  To my surprise,
it was much better than I had expected it to be.

\"Tony\'s taste is getting better,\" I murmured, taking a larger swallow.

\"Not really,\" he said, swirling the wine carefully and taking a
delicate sniff.  \"I improved it.\"

My hand froze half-way as I was lifting the glass to my lips, and I
glanced at the tumbler still sitting on top of the night stand. \"Shit,
did you put something in this?\" I asked, feeling suddenly afraid again.

He laughed and took a large gulp from his drink.  \"No,\" he said,
placing his wineglass down upon the table.  \"I don\'t think either
of us requires any more stimulation at the moment, do we?\" he said,
deftly pulling the
pillow away from me and tossing it to the foot of the bed.  His
fingers
trailed lazily down my body, pausing to brush against my stiffened
nipples
before slowly moving downward between my legs.  

I shuddered and closed my eyes, spreading my thighs farther apart as he
knelt down and began to play with me again.  For a short time, my
apprehension had made me forget my physical distress, but at his touch
I was once more immediately and intensely aroused.

\"Drink up,\" he urged, seductively, closing his lips around my right
nipple
as he continued to circle my clit with his finger.

I gulped down the liquid and found myself thrusting against his hand.

\"Good,\" he said, suddenly moving away and rising to his feet.

Taking the glass from my hand, he set it down beside his own.
 Moving back to the bureau, he hastily removed the jacket and
jeans and once more folded them into a neat pile.

He was still fully erect, his member bobbing slightly as he walked back
to stand beside the bed.  I opened my mouth and reached out to
grasp it, but found myself being pushed away again.

\"No, not that,\" he said, shaking his head.  He stared down at me,
and his right eyebrow slowly lifted into the air.  \"Teach me
another
position.\"