Proving a Theory?

Anyway, rant over - back to our story...

In reality, the man's body was merely responding to Lizzie's physical touch. Although he was starting to become less nervous and more aroused as she uttered such positive and appreciative words about his pride and joy.

"Fine. You win the bet." Mandi conceded and knelt down beside her friend.

"What's that supposed to mean? You win the bet?" The man said, a hint of utter confusion in his voice.

Lizzie sighed.

"Thanks Mandi!" She admonished her friend before turning to face the man once again, "Listen, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but... my friend and I... well we sort of... ummm... made a bet. I bet her that I could get a man totally at random to drop his pants and show us his cock, and well... you just went and proved me correct."

"You... you... used me for a fucking bet?!?" The man said in disbelief, his by then fully erect penis in Lizzie's right hand.

"Please don't get mad!" Lizzie said defensively, "I really did mean what I said about your cock, it really is a beauty!"

"Yeah, I'm... I mean... We're sorry!" Mandi added, "We didn't want to upset you. You're a very kind man for showing us your dick, I'm just a little annoyed that you proved my friend correct!"

The man couldn't help but chuckle at Mandi's sudden display of contrition.

"Yeah... look, we're both really sorry okay." Lizzie added, and then continued with an impish grin, "But erm... now that it's out, we may as well have a little fun with it. To say thank you for showing us and sorry for taking advantage."

"And how do you propose to do that?" The man asked, the corner of his mouth creasing into a smile.

"Well, how about this for starters?" Lizzie answered. She started to masturbate the unknown man, slowly at first before speeding up a little.

"Ohhhhh... Mmmmmm..." The man murmured contentedly as Lizzie stroked his tumescence.

Mandi meanwhile looked on in apparent awe. She was less familiar with sexual acts than her friend, having only ever had sex on the one previous occasion with the young man on Crete, and she had never seen a man masturbating or being masturbated by someone else, so she watched her friend's ministrations with enraptured fascination as her actions caused the man's foreskin to repeatedly reveal and then cover his glans, drawing up the skin of his scrotum with each and every upstroke and causing his testicles to lower briefly with every down-stroke.

Eventually, the man suggested moving on to the bench seat at the back of the hut that ran along the entire length of the wall. The two girls stepped over while the man, still with his trousers and pants around his ankles, shuffled over to join them. His engorged penis wobbled from side to side as he took such tiny steps to the back of the shelter. He sat down between them and Lizzie once more took his erection in her hand.

"Ohhhhh... that feels soooo gooood..." The man murmured as Lizzie continued to masturbate him.

"Hey, no fair!" Mandi exclaimed after a minute or so, "I want to have a go!!"

Lizzie smiled broadly.

"Sure! Be my guest!" She said warmly.

Mandi cautiously grasped the man's erection in her hand. It felt warm... almost hot to the touch. And soft... so unbelievably lusciously soft! Lizzie was right; she had never felt skin as soft as this before in all her life. She almost completely forgot about the man this delightful appendage was attached to, such was the attentive fascination she had for this thing in her hand as she lovingly stroked up and down its heat-radiating shaft. A sheen of moistness had appeared over the dark pink glans within its foreskin as the man's arousal grew and grew causing him to produce precum in increasingly copious quantities. Eventually, some of the crystal clear secretion gathered on her hand and she took a moment to draw her hand away and, not knowing what else to do, she licked it off, briefly surprised at its sweetness.

The man took over from them at that point and grasped hold of his erection and started to masturbate himself rapidly, urging himself to achieve an orgasmic explosion. Mandi could not draw her gaze away from the man's testicles as they bounced around loosely inside his scrotum as he stroked himself furiously.

"Ohhh... Unnnggghh... Hahhhhh... Oooooh..." He gasped and murmured, his whole body shuddering and giving his voice a slight vibrato as his right hand pumped furiously away.

Underneath them, the old wooden bench seat creaked as the ancient nails and screws that held it together were put under the kind of loading that they hadn't been subjected to for many a long year.

"Oh shi... Ohhhh ffffuccckkk... Oooooohhhh shhhhhiiiiiittt!!" The man exclaimed.

Suddenly, his whole body stiffened and shuddered as though his entire being was vibrating from the force of some kind of rapture. And then...

With a final guttural groan, his erection spewed forth a ribbon of semen so forceful that it landed on the dusty floor of the hut a clear three feet away from whence it had emanated. The man grunted and gnashed his teeth as he came, savouring his all too brief orgasm, extracting as much pleasure from his joyous release as he could. Several further spurts followed of lesser and lesser velocity until his ejaculation slowed to a dribble of greyish-white cum that merely dripped onto the floor. Finally he released his fist from his organ and he collapsed against the wall and slumped on the bench seat as a gasping and utterly spent shadow of the explosion of masculine sexual energy he had been just seconds earlier.

Mandi looked on as his penis slowly drooped from majestic full tumescence to deflated floppy flaccidity, a slight remnant of spent semen clinging to his foreskin as he panted and tried to get his breath back.

"That was... that was... fantastic!" The man panted, "Thank you so much!!"

Both girls couldn't help but giggle, feeling that it was they that should be thanking him for putting on such a magnificent show for them.

And that should have been the end of it.

Except that it wasn't.

The three of them simply sat for a while, talking about this and that. The this in question was about what had just happened in the shelter whilst the that was talk about penises in general and especially about his penis in particular. All the while he simply sat there between them, his trousers and pants around his ankles whilst his now flaccid manhood was still on display for the two young women's appraising gaze. Eventually the subject somewhat inevitably drifted towards sex.

Mandi gasped as her friend recounted the men she had been intimate with over the past few years, about the respective qualities and shortcomings of their personalities and especially of their penises. All in all she had slept with ten different men in the five years since she had lost her virginity at the age of 18, a figure that caused Mandi to gasp in disbelief.

"H... how many??" She asked.

"Ten." Lizzie confirmed nonchalantly as though it was nothing of any significant importance, "Why? How many men have you slept with?"

"One." Mandi replied sheepishly.

"One?!?" Lizzie giggled, "You've only had sex with one man?!? How many times?? Please tell me it was at least more than once!"

"I wish I could." Mandi replied sadly with slumped shoulders and a deep sigh.

"Oh my God." Lizzie gasped, "What's wrong with you girl?!?"

"Heyyy, don't tease the poor girl!" The man said as he gently stroked Mandi's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, "So what if she's only had sex once. Sex isn't a competition about who can sleep with the most people possible. Sex is something that should be savoured between two people. I'm sure she's just been saving herself for the right man to come along and sweep her off her feet so that they can live happily ever after."

"If only that were true." Mandi grumbled quietly.

"How do you mean?" Lizzie asked.

Mandi sighed deeply as she was about to make a painful admission.

"Well, I mean... it's not for the want of trying." She said eventually, "Truth be told I'd love nothing better than to hop into bed with a man... any man. But I guess I just don't have the confidence with men that you have Lizzie. I don't mean that I think of you as being slutty in any way, it's just that I wish I could have some of your... confidence."

Suddenly, there was a very large elephant in the room. A huge African bull elephant. All this talk of sex had had a decisive effect on the man's penis, which presented an obvious solution.

"You could always... I mean... If it's okay with him... ummm... you know..." Lizzie tried to suggest.

"Have sex with me?" The man speculated.

"Only if it's okay with you." Lizzie babbled, "I mean if you don't want to that's totally fine. I mean..."

"Listen, it's fine with me." The man cut her off in mid-flow, "If you reckon it'd give your friend a boost of confidence then I guess it's for a good cause."

"Would you really??" Mandi gasped, "I mean, I know I'm not much to look at or anything..."

"Heyyy, you're beautiful!" The man interrupted, "You're a gorgeous, sexy young woman. It'd be an absolute honour to have sex with you."

The man rose to his feet and then took hold of Mandi's hands and pulled her up to stand opposite him. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her. Initially, unsure of what to do such was her limited experience, she simply stood there passively, but eventually that instinctual portion of her brain kicked in and she began to reciprocate his kiss, opening her mouth to accept his tongue inside and to begin a lovingly soft pas de deux between their tongues. His hands began stroking her flanks, down her back and over her feminine hips. Eventually he reached up inside her skirt with both hands, an action that caused her to break their kiss and gasp momentarily.

"It's okay." The man said, looking her right in the eye, "If you want me to stop I'll understand."

"No... please, I want this." Mandi said breathlessly, "You just took me by surprise a bit."

"You sure?" The man answered, "I can stop any time you want to. You're in control here okay."

Mandi simply nodded in reply.

The man's hands alighted on the waistband of her delicate white panties. As he drew them down her long and shapely legs he got down on one knee as though he was a knight of some medieval realm kneeling before his queen. She stepped out of her knickers feeling a sudden cool breeze between her legs as the fresh country air teased her suddenly exposed vulva.

The man, being ever the gentleman, elected to lie himself on the dusty floor of the shack so as not to spoil Mandi's clothes.

"I'll um... go and wait in the car." Lizzie said as she rose to her feet.

"No! Wait!" Mandi exclaimed, "I erm... I want you to stay."

"Are you sure?" Lizzie replied, "I mean, if it's okay with him..."

"I want whatever she wants." The man said from the dusty floor of the shelter, "If she wants you to stay with her it's totally okay with me."

"Really Lizzie, it's fine." Mandi insisted.

Lizzie sat back down on the bench at the back of the shelter.

Nervously, Mandi positioned herself above the prostrate man on the floor - his staff of masculinity poised firmly erect and gently pulsating and slapping lightly on his belly, ready to be picked up and welcomed inside her. It was silly really, she thought to herself as she looked down on him, it felt as though she were losing her virginity all over again. In some ways she found that notion to make her feel even more exhilarated than she did before during that holiday on Crete with her parents when the young Greek man named Helios took her maidenhood in a small room at the back of the little taverna he worked in with his parents.

It had been a pretty boring holiday up to that point - all her parents ever wanted to do was to visit one historical site of Ancient Greek ruins after another. All her 10-year-old brother Timmy wanted to do was to play on the beach. Neither activity really excited her beyond a begrudging acceptance that it was easier just to go along with whatever the day's activities held in store for the sake of a quiet life. Mandi was at the time, a hormone-driven 18-year-old young woman who was desperate to attract the attentions of a boy and to feel his penis inside her. The main stumbling block in her life was her parents, who insisted that she keep herself for the 'right man'.

It wasn't that her parents held on to some outdated ideal of no sex before marriage, it was merely that they wanted to protect their only daughter from the amorous attentions of young men whom they believed were too immature to be responsible. However, while on holiday in the sunny surroundings of the historic Greek Isle of Crete, they had let their guard down somewhat.

The Taverna Athina, named after the Greek Goddess Athena who apparently bathed in a lake on the island, was a small family-run concern overlooking one of the many sandy beaches on the island that catered to the many thousands of tourists who visited the island. It was run by the Kostakis family, who had owned the place for four generations. The taverna was an oasis of good local food and wine where the ouzo flowed freely and where everyone went to cool off after another hot day under the Greek sun.

Helios Kostakis, 25 years old at the time of their encounter, served the patrons of the taverna under the ever-watchful eye of his father, a ferociously proud patriarch by the name of Attis who had in turn inherited the business from his own father. Away from his duties serving the tourists however, Helios was renowned for being something of a local lothario. It was only too easy for a handsome young Greek Adonis to get all the sex he could ever want from the visiting young women. In his mind he felt as though he was offering a service of sorts - providing young foreign women with a sexual encounter that they would remember forever. In reality however, he was simply a horny young man who used women to recklessly sate his own desires with little real concern for their feelings. Besides, he was certain his father had been no different when he was younger. He had a different girl every week - German girls, French Girls, Dutch girls, English Girls and sometimes the occasional American Girl. Each nationality had its own quirks and peculiarities, some more endearing than others, but English girls had always been his favourites. He couldn't tell for why exactly, there was nothing wrong with any girl really, it was just that there was something about English girls that inflamed the fire in his loins more than any other.

His pursuit of foreign girls usually followed a familiar pattern: - Firstly, he identified a suitable target from the latest influx of tourists for that particular week. Then he introduced himself, politely so as not to scare them off, and offer to show them around the local area during the day when the taverna was closed. Over the coming days he would work towards getting closer and closer to his latest girl: the first 'accidental' contact with her breasts, the first kiss, the first make out session. And then, always on the day before she was due to fly home, he would take her into the back room of the taverna - always while old man Kostakis was out making his weekly supply run from the local wholesalers - and have sex with her on an old mattress he kept there for just that purpose. It wasn't exactly the most romantic of surroundings, amongst shelves filled with jars of olives, packs of goats cheese and vine leaves and the expansive racks of wine bottles and locally made ouzo, but it provided a private little haven for the four hours or so that his parents were away.

And then he would pretend to give her a tearful goodbye before the whole process would start again the next week with a new girl. Sure, there had been occasions when a girl he had slept with returned to the island to seek him out and to pick up where they had left off the previous year, only to find him in the arms of another young filly, but they were mercifully few and far between.

Helios saw in Mandi, just such a potential target for his latest conquest. A young, obviously very bored and naïve teenager on holiday with her family - it wasn't hard for him to sweep her off her feet and she represented a fairly easy lay. And so it was that Mandi found herself with what she thought was the young Greek man of her dreams in the back room of Taverna Athina after feigning a migraine to excuse herself from her parents final excursion to some ruins on the north coast of the island.

He had shed his clothes before her effortlessly, and she marvelled at his physical near-perfection, his finely sculpted, tanned and almost hairless naked body being the single most incredible thing she had ever seen, and nothing at all like the picture of the pale skinned, bearded hairy naked man in the biology textbooks she had giggled at in school with her friends. She allowed him to undress her, kissing her all over as he removed one item of clothing after another. Once she was as naked as he, she held him and explored his masculinity, stroking his penis languidly and coaxing him to become erect for her. He didn't require much persuasion to rise to the occasion.

At his prompting, she laid herself down on the old mattress and parted her legs invitingly. The whole encounter passed by in what seemed like a flash - he was inside her and coating her inner sanctum with his seed and then out again in what seemed like only a couple of minutes. Losing her virginity had been a far cry from the romantic image she had in her mind. No sooner had he had his way with her he collapsed onto his back and fell asleep, no post-coital cuddling, no warm afterglow, not even so much as a 'thank you, that was wonderful!' Nothing, he just fell asleep.

It was then that she left him, in a flood of tears and feeling used and dirty. She had even also endured a very fraught and nervous few days back home in England when her period was late, fearing that he had made her pregnant. The relief she had felt once her menstruation finally began could not be described in mere words alone - never before had she been so glad to have to insert a tampon into her. That one encounter had set back her confidence with men and had affected her ever since. Of course she knew that not all men were as callous as the young Greek man who she felt had soiled her - that the vast majority were caring, loving and respectful - but what happened to her on Crete had poisoned her subconscious and she had never had sex with another man since. Each time she got close to a man, the little voice in her head warned her that there could be danger, that this man might just be another Helios, and she somehow managed to push them away without even really thinking about it.

But perhaps this time might be different. This man whoever he was, for it had never occurred to either of them to enquire of his name, seemed different. During her encounter with the Greek lothario, he had very much been in charge from the very beginning - he had taken her virginity from her, rather than her giving it to him. Ha hadn't raped her or anything, but it was clear from the start that he was firmly in control, that having sex was not something they were doing together, it was something that he was doing to her. This man, in stark contrast seemed comfortable allowing her to be in the driving seat. He was even comfortable with having her friend witness their imminent coupling.

With her heart racing and her palms sweating, Mandi stepped over until she stood above the man and prepared to squat down.