My First Time

Competition becomes Tittilation.

Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

I completely forgot that I was just in my panties, otherwise I probably wouldn't have sandwiched myself between the seats again as I lunged for the keys. It didn't even cross my mind until I turned the ignition unsuccessfully twice and swore.

"We drained the battery," I groaned. "Shit. My mom's going to be a nightmare about this."

"Uh-huh," came the somewhat-distracted response from behind me, and that's when I realized my ass was basically in Ashton's face.

At least that time I wasn't stuck on the ice scraper. I crawled as gracefully as I could out from the space between the seats, which was not gracefully at all, and looked at him. Lightning picked that moment to flash again, muted by the filter of fog that clung to the car windows. Brightness hung in the air, flickering slightly as it revealed Ashton hurriedly adjusting the front of his boxers. He looked up, alarmed, and I looked down, enthralled by the sight of something very stiff tenting the fabric.

All at once, the lightning faded, and we were left in the warm darkness all over again.

"Guess that's that," he said with a weak laugh.

"Guess so," I replied.

"Too bad. I was, uh, looking forward to winning that one."

I licked my lips and glanced down. The screen of my Switch didn't do much to light the space, but I could still see the vague outline of his erection.

"We could keep playing," I whispered.

"What?"

"I mean, it's not like the car is going to get any less dead if we stay out here." I picked up my Switch. "Mine's still got some battery left. We just, um, would need to take turns. Change up the rules a bit."

He raised an eyebrow. "What're the rules?"

I hadn't quite thought that far ahead. I glanced down at my screen, watching the racers circle the track.

"Distraction," I said.

"What?"

I held my Switch out to him. "Distraction. I pick a track, you play the race, I do my best to; distract you while you're racing. You do your best to come in first."

He cleared his throat. "What happens if I win?"

"You get to choose what comes off."

"And if I lose?"

I smirked. "I get to choose."

He took the Switch carefully. "So how does distraction work? What are the, uh, rules?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, I think touching is okay. As long as the person can still physically play the game."

He nodded eagerly. "Sounds good."

"No removing clothes, since that's; you know. The prize. But; " I cleared my throat, almost feeling lightheaded. "Hands can go under things."

"Seems fair."

"And, um; that's all I can think of."

"One more," he said. "Final rule still applies, regardless of who's driving and who's, uh, distracting."

By that point, I wouldn't have been surprised if my skin was just permanently stained red from all the blushing I'd been doing. "Yeah."

He smiled. "So, what track am I playing?"

He didn't complain about my choice, which was good because I picked one at random. As the music signaling the start of the race began to play, Ashton met my eyes one last time.

"Good luck," he teased quietly.

"Keep your luck," I said. "You're gonna need it."

He smirked, then looked down at the screen.

I hadn't exactly thought of what I was going to do ahead of time. Frankly, the entire thing was an exercise in spontaneity. I don't know why I suggested continuing to play instead of just jumping into his lap and kissing him. Maybe because it was fun, maybe because I was stalling, maybe because if I did that, I'd have to decide if I wanted to go further, and how far that would be. And maybe, even though I was turned on and Ashton was sweet and respectful and ugh, I was still feeling uncertain because of a certain nagging voice in the back of my head.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter. What mattered was that we were there, and we were enjoying ourselves, and it was hot as fuck.

I didn't move until Ashton had started racing. As soon as he did, I tucked my legs beneath me and nestled closer to him. He shivered almost imperceptibly as I leaned against his arm and our skin touched.

There was no real plan, but his neck seemed like as good a place as any to start. Carefully, so I didn't jostle him while he was racing, I curled in closer. Just before I pressed my lips to his skin, his breath quickened, and there was a smile on my face as I kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder.

Aside from the change in breathing, he didn't react as I nuzzled his neck, flicking my tongue out and tracing a gentle pattern along his collarbone. I almost jumped when the chiming sound that signaled the start of lap two rang out from the Switch and I had barely even touched him.

I was going to have to step up my game.

He very kindly moved his arm as I slipped my hand between us, touching his chest and trailing my fingers down his pecs. He trembled slightly as I ran my hand along his ribs, squirming just enough that it was clear it tickled, and I grinned against his neck before doing it again.

"You are evil," he groaned, though it was mixed with laughter as he writhed.

"You think that's evil?" I said, nipping at his neck. "You just wait."

"Oh no," he said, but he didn't sound that unhappy about it.

I traced his ribs lightly one last time before moving my hand to his stomach and walking my fingers lower, and lower, and lower still, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. Ashton's breath hitched, but seconds later the jingle of the final lap played and the music sped up.

That meant my hand had to speed up, too.

I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers. Ashton made a small noise of anticipation as I pushed my hand further, culminating in a soft moan as my hand brushed against his shaft. Those noises made that desperately aching part of me pulse with need, but I ignored it as best I could as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

He was smooth and delightfully warm against my palm. I relished the way he twitched in my hand, uncontrollable movements that were accompanied by tiny puffs of breath as he tried to focus on the game. I felt his throat flex again as he swallowed and I started moving my hand, slowly at first and then faster. Precum dripped from his tip, thick and sticky and wonderfully slick, and I spread it along his cock as I stroked him.

Just as I started really getting into it, I heard him cross the finish line. He inhaled sharply as I took my hand out of his boxers and moved away from his neck.

"I won," he said, though he didn't sound entirely convinced that he had won.

I tried to look dejected, but it was impossible. "What do you choose?"

"Do you seriously need to ask?" he replied, grinning.

"I wanna hear you say it."

He licked his lips as his eyes flicked down. "Bra off, please."

"Wow, and so polite."

He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out as I reached behind me and unhooked the clasp. That time, his eyes stayed glued to me as I moved the cups away from my breasts and slid the straps down my arms. I didn't mind in the slightest; the way his lips were parted and the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he watched sent a spike of desire rocketing through me. Silently, I revealed my breasts to him, entranced by the way he stared like I was made of star stuff and moonlight. It was only when I unceremoniously dropped my bra to the floor of my car that he finally spoke.

"Holy fruck," he said, and I couldn't hold back a giggle.

That, more than anything, made any of the nerves I had left vanish. There was no question; he wanted to see my tits. He was turned on because of me. He wanted me, and I wanted him, and I was seconds away from asking if we could just forget about the game when he thrust the Switch towards me.

"Your turn."

I almost protested, but the hoarseness of his voice and the dark excitement in his eyes as lightning flashed outside kept me quiet. Instead, I took the Switch.

"Which track?"

He picked one of the city tracks. For the life of me, I could never remember which one it was. There was no way around it: Ashton's distraction game was far stronger than mine.

It started innocently enough. He asked if I'd be okay to sit between his legs so I could lean back against him.

"It'll be more comfortable," he said, and like a complete sucker, I agreed.

I should have known the second I felt his cock pressed against my lower back that I wasn't winning this round. Even through the fabric of his boxers, I could feel how hot he was, and it was a good thing I hadn't started yet when I felt his cock twitch against me. Still, I felt confident that I could win my race.

So confident, in fact, that I wiggled my hips slightly as I leaned against him, making him groan as his cock nestled closer to my ass.

"I thought you were supposed to be the one distracting me," I teased.

"Rules don't start till the race starts," he murmured, and an electrifying tingle ran up my spine. "Gonna keep stalling?"

I hit the button immediately and he chuckled in my ear.

I managed to stay in first for most of the race, despite Ashton's best efforts. And those efforts were; well.

He started much like I had. Fingers trailed along the base of my neck as he moved my hair out of the way and pressed his mouth just behind my ear. That certainly felt nice, and the feel of his breath brushing against my skin was a little distracting, but it wasn't unmanageable.

That was just the briefest of warmups, though. After a few seconds, he nibbled softly on my shoulder and then slipped his hands beneath my arms. I shifted to give him room, holding the Switch up so I could focus on the race. His hands gripped my sides lightly, lingering for a heartbeat on my waist before moving up to my ribs. His knuckles brushed the underside of my breasts and I shivered; his lips flicked up and he sucked gently on my neck before taking a breast in each of his hands.

I whimpered softly. I couldn't help it. The feel of his palms pressed against my hardened nipples was heaven; the gentle kneading of his hands was bliss. I blinked hard, staring at the screen and doing everything I could to stay on the track as he fondled, caressed, and tortured me with feather-light fingertips.

I was still in first place when the second lap started, though I nearly lost my spot as Ashton pinched my nipples. He ran his fingers along one hardened nub as he released the other, sliding that hand to my ribs, and then my stomach, and then to the top of my panties.

He toyed with the waistband for a few seconds but didn't stick his hand inside. Instead, he cupped my cunny through the fabric, exhaling softly as he felt the wet spot that had been soaking the front of them for some time.

"Damn, Ramona," he mumbled against me. "I didn't realize you were this turned on."

"Shut up," I whispered breathlessly as I crashed into another racer.

"It's a good thing," he said. "This is; wow. Wow."

I bit my lip as he pushed the crotch of my panties aside and traced my dripping cunny, then outright moaned when he rubbed my clit. My knuckles tightened on the sides of the Switch as he moved his hand, giving me the friction I'd been so desperately craving while simultaneously making me want more, and more, and;

"Oh!" I gasped as he pushed a finger inside of me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"God yes," I moaned, and he jostled me as he laughed.

On the screen, I hit another Item Box. Ashton kept doing his best to distract me, and honestly, he excelled at it. It was only sheer dumb luck that I managed to stay in first place as the third lap started, but the jingle indicating the start of the final lap only seemed to make him double down on his efforts.

He pressed his thumb against my clit as he worked his finger in and out of me. I whined softly, my thumbs shaking as I tried to steer my character on the screen. Something blew past me; I couldn't have even guessed which character it was. His thumb swept along my clit, working against it in a maddening, thrilling way.

"You play way more video games than I thought," I panted.

"Why do you say that?" he asked, laughter threaded through his voice.

"Your thumb is; ugh." I shuddered as he pressed a bit harder, his laughter vibrating against my shoulder. "Clearly, you work it out."

"Clearly," he agreed, then shoved a second finger inside of me.

I cried out, unable to stop myself from writhing in his arms. That made him groan and I felt his cock twitch against me. As I took another corner on the track, I pressed back and Ashton groaned again, pushing his hips forward and rubbing himself against the slope of my ass.

It was too much. His lips on my neck, his hand cupping my breast, his fingers inside me as he finally gave in and used my body for his own relief; I was half a lap from finishing the race and slightly further from coming all over his hand. Biting my lip, I tried to grind against him, but his arms were holding me too tightly for me to help myself along the way. I whimpered and he shuddered, his own noises muffled as he kept rubbing his cock against the small of my back.

A quarter lap away. I just needed to finish the race and then;

Then what?

Then I'd ask him to take his boxers off and then it would be his turn to race again and I'd;

I would have to wait.

Whoever thought up this dumb game clearly didn't think things through.

I could see the finish line. I was in first again, somehow, not by much but by enough, but I needed; I needed just a little bit more.

Slamming my eyes shut, I pressed the B button as hard as I could, moaning to drown out the sound of the brakes squealing in game.

I heard the sound of the other racers crossing the finish line. If Ashton heard it too, he didn't react; instead, he plunged his fingers inside me harder as he ravished my clit. Sparks ignited inside me, a weightless feeling that radiated from my core and down my legs as I clutched the Switch with both hands. His hand tightened on my breast, not quite so hard as to cause pain, but enough to make me moan and lean heavily against his chest.

Just as I did, the sound of Yoshi losing the race in twelfth place blared from the Switch.

"It's over?" Ashton asked.

I practically threw my Switch to the seat beside us and grabbed his arm.

"Don't stop," I gasped. "Oh my God, please don't stop."

He took mercy on me and kept moving his hand, though when my orgasm hit, he was definitely laughing. Not that I cared; I was too busy trembling in his arms, my eyes squeezed shut and my fingers digging into his wrist. Waves of bliss seized my body; white light that had nothing to do with the storm outside the car flashed in my eyes. I cried out, gibberish spilling from my lips as he drew my orgasm out until my heart was racing so fast that I couldn't breathe and I had no choice but to collapse back against him.

"I think that counts as a forfeit," he whispered.

"Worth it," I mumbled, and his chest shook as he laughed.

"Does this mean I get to choose the next thing to remove?" he asked.

"Give me a sec and I'll take my panties off."

"Oh, a freebie?"

I frowned, my mind still hazy. "What?"

His teeth grazed my neck again. "I was gonna take my boxers off. I figure if you're gonna distract me like you did last time, it might help with, uh, access."

"Right," I said. "It's your turn."

"It is," he said evenly. "Though; "

"Though what?"

"I mean, if you forfeited, I'm the overall winner, so we could just stop here and; "

He didn't finish the sentence, instead trailing his fingers along my thigh. My eyes opened and the afterglow of my orgasm was slowly replaced by uncontrollable butterflies.

"And what?" I asked softly.

"And nothing, if you don't want to," he said. "Otherwise; "

"Otherwise what?"

He kissed my neck. "Otherwise I might ask if you have a condom hidden somewhere in your car."

I did, in fact, have an entire glove box full of condoms in my car. Condoms I'd taken from the university clinic, condoms that hadn't seen the light of day since I'd put them in there, condoms that I was eager to use and terrified to admit I'd never had the opportunity to use.

"Ramona," he said when I didn't respond. "We don't have to."

"It's not that," I whispered. "It's just; "

He squeezed his arms around me lightly, a comforting sort of pulse as he nuzzled my neck. "It's okay if you don't. I promise. I'm not the guy who's gonna pressure you to do something you're not okay with, all right? I don't want that."

"I do want to," I said, hating how my voice shook. "I just; haven't before."

I don't know what I expected; I don't know if I thought he was going to laugh or push me away or suddenly decide that he was going to pressure me into it after all. All I know is that I was surprised when he brushed my hair back and kissed my shoulder lightly again.

"Well, if you want to, then cool," he said. "And if you don't, or you change your mind, or you want to wait and do it some other time, or you want to do something else, that's also cool. Just tell me and we'll go from there."

"I; okay."

"Okay?"

"I thought you'd make a bigger deal about it."

"Do you want me to make a big deal about it?" His fingers moved comfortingly against my hip. "I mean, it might take a couple days, but I can do the rose-petals-and-champagne thing if you want the whole luxury experience or something."

"No!" I said, laughing. "I meant like; I don't know what I meant."

"If I'm guessing right, you thought I was gonna suddenly turn into the kind of guy who would do anything to take your virginity like there's some kind of achievement you unlock by being someone's first," he said. "But I'm not. The whole concept of 'taking' someone's virginity feels weird to me. It's not something you're giving me. It's just something you are or aren't."

I blinked, turning my head slightly as thunder rumbled outside. "Wow."

"What?"

"You're just very; I don't know what the right word is."

"Hmm," he sighed. "Probably like; oh, what's the word. You know, like, awake, but past tense?"

I pressed my lips together. "Woke?"

"That's the one."

I lost it. Like there were actual tears dripping down my face, I was laughing so hard.

"You dork," I snorted.

He was grinning as he kissed my shoulder again. "Yeah, sorry. I thought you knew."

I shook my head, still giggling. "Where'd you get so woke, then?"

"As weird as this feels to say given our current, uh, situation, my mom," he said.

"You talk with your mom about this kind of stuff?"

He shrugged. "I mean, sort of. She's pretty chill about it. Like, it was never a big deal to talk about it in our house. But she definitely made sure I understood that my cock isn't capable of intrinsically changing who a woman is just because she happens to decide to have sex with me."

"Your mom sounds cool."

"I'd tell her you said that, but again, given our current situation; she's not that chill."

It made me giggle again, and when lightning flashed and lit up the car, he moved his hand to my chin and gently turned my head towards him. Then, as the light faded from the sky and our eyes, he pressed his lips to mine.

Thunder blasted above our little pocket of the world. I melted against him, the tension and indecision and nerves fading as we shared our first real kiss, and before the thunder had faded, I already knew.

"Ashton?" I whispered against his mouth.

"Hmm?"

"I have some condoms in my glove box."

He kissed me softly. "You're sure?"

"Yes, I put them there myself."

He laughed. "You know what I mean."

"Yes," I said. "I'm sure."

He loosened his arms so I could crawl forward for the third time, popping the glove box open and feeling around for one of the small foil packets. The screen of my Switch was still on, offering the bare minimum of light to the interior of my car. It was enough to see the earnest look in Ashton's eye as he took the packet from me.

"Can I take these off now?" he asked, motioning to his boxers. "Seeing as I won the last game and all."

I grinned and nodded. "I'm gonna take mine off, mostly because I want to."

"An excellent reason."

I slipped my panties off quickly, leaving them on the floor of the car so I could watch as he removed his boxers. I bit my lip as he slid them down and revealed the thick cock that had been pressed against my back. He was still hard, incredibly hard, and his tip glistened with precum. I watched, shamelessly intrigued as he tore the packet open and put the condom on, then looked at me.

"It's probably gonna be easiest if you're on top," he said frankly. "But we can try something else if you want."

I shook my head and brought my legs under me so I could crawl forward. He sat back, reaching an arm out so he could help guide me onto his lap. Once there, he stopped me, bringing me forward so we could kiss again.

Then, very carefully, he directed me to sit up on my knees while he moved his hand between us to grip his cock. There was another kiss, then he lined his cock up with my dripping entrance.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed.

His other hand moved to my hip and began to guide me down. The head of his cock split the lips of my cunny, nudging at my waiting hole. There was a slight moment of pressure, then the unfamiliar feeling of something hard and thick and warm entering me.

"Okay?" he asked, his voice slightly choked.

I nodded, and he pulled his hand out from between us and moved it to my other hip.

"Take your time," he murmured.

I did, not because it hurt, but because I was enjoying feeling every inch of him as I took him inside me. There was no pain, just the sensation of stretching and pressure and, eventually, fullness. Once I felt his pelvis pressing mine, I stopped, sighing as that needful craving to be filled was finally satisfied.

"Still good?" he asked, and that time his voice was definitely strangled, though he fought to keep it steady.

I didn't answer. Instead, I kissed him, bringing my hand up to his jaw and caressing it as I started moving. He groaned against my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips as he squeezed so he could show me the best way to move.

Regardless of Ashton's feelings about the concept of taking someone's virginity, I felt like I was giving it to him. And to me, that was good; in that moment, that was what I wanted. I wanted him to have it, I wanted him to be my first, I wanted to have the knowledge that this was the man I chose to have this experience with. I couldn't have asked for someone better; I couldn't have asked for someone who made me feel as comfortable as he did, who had made me laugh the way he could, who was so; right.

He was just so right.

I kissed him as long as I could, only parting so I could gasp for air as I rode him. Ashton dipped his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth. I cried out as he did, that familiar feeling of euphoria collecting somewhere deep inside of me. It felt like his cock was hitting that spot, that he had found a place I'd never known was there, a place I couldn't get to on my own, a place I needed him to reach.

And it was so good.

I hadn't been expecting to come again, but as that ascension started, as my legs started to tremble and my muscles started to clench, I had to steady myself against Ashton's shoulders. He groaned as I clutched him, as I couldn't stop myself from digging my nails in, like I needed to hold something to keep from falling off the edges of the Earth.

"Gonna come again," I panted. "Ash, I'm; "

"Oh, yes," he moaned, the sound muffled by my breasts.

I shattered moments later. Beneath me, Ashton thrust up, making a noise that I distantly thought was probably the hottest thing I'd ever heard. I clung to him, lightning flashing and thunder roaring as my body broke and regenerated and exploded and imploded. His arms moved around my waist, holding me in place as he pushed up, my breasts bouncing against his face until he cried out.

His last few thrusts were erratic but hard, his cock buried as deep inside of me as it could go. Another flash of lightning revealed his head tilted back against the seat, his eyes closed as tension and relief swirled across his face, and then I was collapsing against him and he was hugging me to him as the world spun around us.

For an endless moment, we held each other. His fingers traced a gentle pattern against my lower back and his breath caressed my skin. When another flash of lightning lit up the car, I sat back and looked at him.

"You all right?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Are you?"

"Fruck yeah."

We giggled immaturely, stopping only when he pulled me forward to kiss him again.

"Still raining," he mumbled a while later.

"Mm-hmm," I replied.

He tapped his fingers lightly along my skin. "I have a proposal for you."

"My Switch is almost dead, we can't play Mario Kart again."

He laughed. "Not that. Come over."

"To your house?"

"Yeah. Stay the night."

My heart fluttered wildly. "You know how pissed my mom will be?"

"I mean, she's gonna be pissed about the car battery anyway," he pointed out.

"That's very true."

"So why not spend the night at my place and make it extra-worth pissing her off?"

It was a good point. A very good point. And even if it wasn't a good point, I didn't care. I wanted to spend the night with Ashton. I wanted to sleep in his arms, to touch him, to hold him, to wake up beside him and give him my second time and third time and however many times I could, just like I'd given him my first time. I wanted to make up for the years we hadn't been friends and learn all the things about him that I'd missed.

And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to see the look on my mom's face when she found out she hadn't been able to keep Ashton out of my life.

"So what do you think?" he asked, running his fingers gently along my back as he broke me out of my thoughts.

I bit back a smile. "You know, she might've been right about you."

His hand stopped moving. "What?"

"You're a bad influence." I kissed him, letting him feel the grin on my lips. "Just how I like my influences."

He laughed as thunder crashed above us. "So, that's a yes?"

"Yep." I slid off his lap, feeling around the rear shelf for my clothes. "Let's go."

"Don't you want to get dressed first?"

"Are you kidding? It was hard enough to get undressed in here." I rooted through the wheel well for my Chuck Taylors. "Your house isn't that far. We can run."

"You want to run," he repeated.

"Mm-hmm," I said patiently.

"From here to my house."

"Yes."

"Naked."

"Yep."

"In a thunderstorm."

There was a good chance he thought I was crazy. I mean, the skeptical disbelief in his tone all but confirmed it. Rather than waste more time, I decided to entice him a little.

It might have been playing dirty, but I very much doubted that Ashton would mind.

Leaning forward, I pushed myself slowly between the driver and passenger seats so I could get my keys from the ignition. With a providence that couldn't have possibly been planned, there was another burst of lightning, and I heard him inhale sharply from behind me.

"Do you really want to sit around trying to get your pants on in my backseat or do you want to take five seconds and run across the road?" I asked as I grabbed the keys.

"Streaking is illegal, Ramona," he said virtuously, though his voice was strangled.

"Yeah, well, maybe I'm a bit of a rebel, Ash."

He snickered. "And your mom says I'm the bad influence."

"Come on. Run naked across the street with me, and I'll let you play with my tits again."

"Deal," he said instantly.

Before I could even react, he reached over and threw the door open. Wind blew into the car and I shrieked as rain splashed unexpectedly along my bare skin. Ashton grabbed my hand, tugging me out of the backseat as I giggled and clutched my clothes to my chest. He closed the door and stopped, pulling me in for a heated kiss as rain soaked our hair and bodies, then grabbed my hand as we rushed across the street for what I hoped was the beginning of a long frucking summer.

Based on a post, by  MsCherylTerra for Literotica.

Player 2 arrives.

Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

At no point in the history of time or space would I have thought I'd end up geeking out over The Circlet of Nianus with Ashton Halliday. I mean, at no point would I have ever thought I'd end up sitting in the backseat of my car, chatting excitedly about games we'd recently played and upcoming ones we were looking forward to. There was no reason for me to think we'd get into a heated debate about which Final Fantasy was best, or that he'd have bad enough taste to claim that Final Fantasy VII was better than Final Fantasy VI.

"Next you're going to tell me you think Wheatley is a better villain than GLaDOS," he groaned.

"Of course not!" I said indignantly. "Wheatley's hilarious, but he's a moron. GLaDOS is smart enough to be an actual villain. But the real question is, do you think Cave Johnson is funnier than both of them or are you wrong?"

Ashton threw his head back as he laughed. "We're in full agreement on that."

"Phew," I said, leaning against the door. "It's a good thing you said that, otherwise there's no way we could be friends."

"Are we friends?" he asked.

My laughter faded as I met his eyes. There was still a half-smile on his lips, but his eyes studied me seriously.

"I mean; we aren't, you know. Not friends," I said.

"Yeah, but we used to be, like, actual friends."

I fidgeted nervously. "We were kids."

"Doesn't mean we weren't friends," he replied. "I don't really know why we stopped hanging out, Ramona."

I swallowed hard. There was no reason for his words to sting so much; we'd stopped being friends because he hadn't invited me to his ninth birthday party. It was stupid. It was petty.

And it bothered me that he didn't remember.

"I need to turn the car off," I said. "You can keep charging, just; I don't want to waste gas."

Before he could respond, I opened the door. The rush of night air was a relief against my flushed skin and I took my time walking around the vehicle and turning it back to accessory mode before returning to the back seat.

"Ramona; " he started when I got in.

"Do you mind getting the dome light?" I interrupted. "It'll drain the battery too fast."

He paused, then reached up and turned the light off as I shut the door. As I adjusted to the sudden darkness that fell over us, I realized how small the inside of my car felt.

"I believe you've got some Pokemon to master," I said, just for something to fill the silence. "And Zelda's not going to free herself from Calamity Ganon."

"True," Ashton said lightly. "But I have a proposal for you."

I closed my eyes and sighed. "I don't want to talk about; "

"Mario Kart."

I paused, then frowned. "What?"

Ashton's face was barely visible in the darkness, but between his tone and the glimmer in his eyes, I could tell he was smiling.

"Mario Kart," he repeated. "Let's play it together."

"You want to play; Mario Kart?"

"Okay, full disclosure?" he said. "I fucking love Mario Kart and no one ever wants to play it with me, and it's not as fun as a single-player game. Since we're hanging out anyway, let's play together."

I was relieved that we were back to video game talk, though my confusion about his sudden dropping of the whole "friends" thing was slow to fade.

"Okay," I said slowly. "One problem, though."

"I'll buy you the game if you don't have it," he said immediately.

"How am I supposed to download it? The power's out and I don't know what kind of fancy Honda your dad drives, but my car isn't equipped with Wi-Fi."

"One step ahead of you." There was a rustling sound as he fiddled around for a moment, then I winced as the sudden brightness of his phone lit up the interior of the car. "I'll hotspot my phone. And we can do local play once you download it so we won't even need to stay connected."

I looked at his phone, then up at the excitedly twinkling eyes gazing at me in the ghostly glow of the screen light.

"You're really into Mario Kart, eh?" I said, amused.

"Come on," he said, grinning. "I'll even go easy on you. At first."

"Don't bother," I said, grabbing my Switch. "I'll have you know I'm a fucking champ when it comes to Mario Kart and there's no way I'm going easy on you."

By a glow that was ironically ghastly given the colorful nature of anything Mario-related, I destroyed Ashton.

"Have you ever even played this game before?" I asked after the first race, where I easily came in first.

"Beginner's luck," he said.

"Beginner? I've been playing Mario Kart since before you were born."

He opened his mouth, then closed it and frowned. "I'm three months older than you."

"Details, details," I said, then joined the next race.

"I might be a little rusty," he admitted after I wiped the floor with him again in the next race.

"A little?"

"Once I find my groove, you're going to be begging for mercy."

"Sure, Ash. Gotta catch me first."

He groaned as I giggled.

During the third race, I managed to run him off a cliff.

"Jerk," he muttered.

"Bitch," I replied, and he burst out laughing.

"Just Supernatural or are you part of the whole trifecta?"

I rolled my eyes as I drifted around a corner. "Do I look like I'm part of SuperWhoLock?"

"Blue hair, eyebrow piercing, complete and utter disdain for an overbearing mother? You're the fucking poster child for Tumblr."

I missed hitting an Item Box as I glared at my screen. "Asshole."

He laughed. "What, you can dish it out but you can't take it?"

I gritted my teeth as an NPC Bowser blasted past me. "Let me remind you whose car this is and whose charger you're currently using."

"Oh," he said, his laughter falling as flat as my tone had. "I; sorry."

"Whatever."

We finished the rest of the race in silence. I still beat him, but I didn't come in first.

"I was joking," he said when he finally crossed the finish line and the characters began to whirl around the track automatically. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"Your hair looks awesome," he continued. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it or something. You look so; "

"I don't care about that," I interrupted, partly because the fact he was complimenting my appearance was making me tingle in a way that was almost infuriating, since I shouldn't care at all what Ashton Halliday thought of how I looked, but mostly because it wasn't the thing that had bothered me. "I just don't need to be reminded about my mother right now."

He was quiet for a moment. "Is everything; are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said. "I don't want to talk about it."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod.

"Got it." He mashed one of the buttons on his Switch. "Come on, start the next race. I've got a good feeling about this one."

I snorted. "A good feeling about losing?"

"I'm gonna make you eat those words."

"Looks like I'm going to be starving."

"Big talker," he said. "You just wait."

He came closer to beating me that time; neither of us came in first but he was only a couple of seconds behind me.

"Hope you're hungry," he teased.

"Oh, that's right!" I said suddenly.

"What?"

I dug through the pocket on the back of the passenger seat. "Want some Oreos?"

"Does the Pope shit in the woods?"

"Depends on if the bear is Catholic."

We both snickered, then went silent as we each popped an Oreo in our mouths. The dim light from our Switches filled the car, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he grabbed another cookie.

"Can I ask you something stupid?" I asked suddenly.

He took a bite of the Oreo. "Yeah."

I picked up another one but didn't eat it, choosing instead to fidget with it by twisting the chocolate discs. "Don't laugh."

"I might."

"When we were kids, in like; third grade, I think? Maybe fourth?" I knew it was third grade, but I was trying to pretend like it was slightly less of a big deal than I was making it. "Sometime around then. You; you had a birthday party. Playing laser tag, I think."

"Yeah, sounds about right," he said lightly.

I swallowed hard, still twisting the Oreo back and forth. "Why didn't you invite me?"

"I did."

I pressed my lips together as my stomach tightened. Of course he didn't remember.

"You didn't," I said. "Everyone was super excited about it and then the day came and; "

"And your mom called and said you didn't want to go," he finished.

I looked up, my eyes wide, to see him staring back at me with a hard expression on his face.

"It was third grade, not fourth," he said. "And my mom was mad because I'd insisted you were gonna come even though you didn't respond to the invitation. She'd already paid for everything for the party and your mom only called her like an hour before it started."

"What?" I said. "That can't be right."

"Trust me. I remember my mom being pissed about it."

I bit my lip. "She said I wasn't invited."

Ashton's face softened as he saw the confusion on mine. "Your mom totally hated me, Ramona. I mean, I kinda figured but my mom confirmed it after your mom called the police on me for skateboarding after ten p.m. at the park."

"What?!"

He started laughing. "Yeah, when I was like, fifteen. I mean, I seriously wasn't doing anything besides skateboarding, but I was scared shitless when the cops came and brought me home. I was lucky, though. He hung out to tell my mom that they only had to do something because Liz Roth was the one who called it in and that technically the bylaw did say that the park was closed after ten. After he left my mom said your mom thought I was a bad influence because she and her never got along." He took another cookie from the package, his smile fading. "I thought you'd just decided we weren't friends or something because you stopped wanting to hang out and you wouldn't even talk to me at school. I didn't know; she really told you I hadn't invited you?"

I couldn't bring myself to respond. Yeah, she had told me Ashton hadn't invited me to his birthday party. And that had been so hurtful that I stopped being friends with him. And for; well, for ten years, since we were nineteen now, we hadn't been friends because my mom thought a child was, what, a bad influence? A troublemaker? And she'd;

"She called the police on you?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger.

"Yeah," he said.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be."

"But; "

"Seriously, don't be." He looked at me earnestly. "I'm sorry I didn't ever ask you about it. It's not your fault she's; "

"; such a bitch?" I finished as he trailed off.

He chuckled. "Your words, not mine."

I shook my head. "And she wonders why I don't want to be her goody-two-shoes mini-me anymore."

"So the hair and piercing are because you're rebelling?" he asked.

"No," I said stubbornly. "They're because I like them and now I can do the things I like."

"Right."

I glanced at him, trying to hide an abashed smile. "And maybe a little because I'm rebelling."

He grinned. "You know what would be a great way to really stick it to your mom?"

I raised my eyebrows.

"Being friends with me again," he continued. "Imagine how pissed she'd be if she found out we were hanging out."

"I've been friends with people for stupider reasons," I said. "Sounds good to me."

"Awesome." He grabbed another Oreo. "Now, you gonna keep stalling, or are you ready for me to destroy you in the next cup?"

"Bring it on, big talker."

"I have a theory," he said a while later.

"What's that?"

"You didn't really go away to university." He wagged a finger at me. "You've spent the past year training in a super secret location to be the world's top Mario Kart eSports player, and you just hustled me into thinking you haven't played in years so you could get a free copy for your Switch."

I smirked at him as my Yoshi raced around the track on my screen. "Believe whatever conspiracy you need to comfort yourself after losing again."

"Oh, yeah?" He put his Switch down on his lap as his Toad did another automated lap. "Prove it."

"Prove what? Mario Kart doesn't even have any official competitions."

"Sounds like something someone deep in the underground world of Nintendo eSports would say. You're gonna have to do better than that."

"What, like you want to see my student ID or something?"

He shook his head. "Anyone can fake one of those. Tell me something only someone who goes to university would know."

I laughed. "Like what?"

He shook his head teasingly. "I can't tell you. That would be cheating and all you're doing is proving my theory."

"How am I supposed to prove it?" I giggled. "What, you want to know how many frat parties I've been to or something?"

"Frat parties?" Ashton said with interest. "Have you been to many?"

I felt my skin get warm. "No, I; not really."

He shifted in his spot, turning to face me. "What's 'not really' mean?"

I bit my lip. "Well, I went to like; a couple. But I didn't stay very long. Not really my scene."

"Not a partier?"

"I didn't say that."

He grinned. "Tell me some party stories. It's not concrete proof but it'll help convince me a little."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't have a lot of stories. I went to some parties, I drank some beer, maybe did a little dancing."

"Dancing?" he repeated. "That's it?"

"Pretty much."

Ashton smiled knowingly. "With one person or just kind of whoever?"

"Are you asking me if I slept around?" I asked.

He raised his hands. "No judgement from me. I'm just curious."

"I don't have a boyfriend, if that's what you mean."

"Girlfriend?"

"Nope. Why, you applying?"

"Do you want me to?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

"I'm just messing around," Ashton said after a moment, his face going serious. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's okay," I said. "Just, um, unexpected. I didn't really; you know. Do the party-hook-up thing." Or any hook-up thing, but I didn't add that part. "Mostly I sat around eating chips and talking games."

"That's what we're doing right now." He folded his arms. "Not a very convincing argument."

"I don't know what to tell you," I said. "I've been in university for a year. You just suck at Mario Kart."

"I do not," he said. "I just spent my year at university studying and behaving like a good, upstanding citizen instead of going to frat parties and hustling people at Mario Kart."

"Oh, bullshit," I cackled. "How many people did you 'dance' with, Ashton?"

"Just my girlfriend," he replied.

My throat felt dry. "Oh."

"Until she broke up with me," he continued. "Then, like, three other people. Figured why not, you know?"

"Right," I said.

I didn't know what to make of the twitching little emotion in my chest. If I didn't know any better, I would have called it jealousy. But it couldn't be jealousy. This was the first time Ashton and I had talked; really talked; in; well, forever, I suppose. I mean, nine-year-olds aren't known for their intellectual and deep conversations, and while we'd spoken in passing during high school, it wasn't like this.

On the other hand; ugh.

"Is this too weird?" he asked frankly. "I'm serious, Ramona. Just tell me to shut up if this is getting too personal or something."

I bit my lip. It wasn't too personal. Aside from the fact that we were really just getting to know each other for the first time, I trusted him, and he was; well. I didn't know if he was asking because he was trying to feel out if I would be okay with him hitting on me or something, but if he was, I knew it was because he liked me as more than just a concept. I mean, he'd known me since we were kids, and he knew about my crazy mom, and he was understanding, and kind, and funny, and; well.

"I just don't have anything, um, interesting to say," I finally said. "I don't mind talking about it, I just; I didn't meet anyone worth writing home about. Not that I'd want to tell my mom about it, anyway. She'd; well."

"Wouldn't approve or would immediately start planning a wedding?" he asked.

I smiled down at my Switch. "Wouldn't approve. She's pretty conservative about that kind of thing. Which sucks, because I want to be a bit more open to, you know; " I cleared my throat. "; trying new things or whatever. But it's hard to get past all the things she said. Like, there was this pajama party where they started playing strip beer pong and I wanted to play but; I dunno."

He listened thoughtfully, nodding as I finished. "You started overthinking it."

"Yeah, like I am right now," I muttered, which was apparently a lie because I did not think that through.

"What are you overthinking right now?"

I glanced up at him, suddenly vulnerable, suddenly alarmed. Ashton looked back at me steadily, his eyes wide but friendly, intrigued but safe. I wanted to tell him; I wanted to say I was wondering why he'd asked, and ask what he'd really meant when he said I looked good, and if he wanted to kiss me, and if he thought the fact that I wanted to kiss him and touch him and do other stuff to him would make him think I was only doing it to rebel against my mom or if he understood that I'd always liked him, and would he even be interested in me like that.

"Just stuff," I said instead, my voice small.

Ashton opened his mouth to respond, but the inside of my car suddenly exploded with light. Before the confusion faded from my mind and the temporary white blindness had faded back to dark, thunder burst above us.

"What the fruck," I shrieked, jumping so suddenly that I nearly tumbled off the backseat. Without thinking, I grabbed Ashton to steady myself.

I don't know if he was thinking when he put an arm around me, or if it was just instinct, or if he felt the same spark that I did as his hand brushed against my breast unintentionally. I do know that my heart was racing so fast that I felt lightheaded, and that it wasn't entirely because of the sudden clap of thunder.

"Did; " he started, then stifled a laugh. "Did you just say what the 'fruck'?"

"Shut up," I muttered.

My face was burning and something in the back of my mind was screaming that I should pull myself away, that I shouldn't be pressed against Ashton in the back of my car. But he didn't let go of me, and I didn't move away from him, and when the next flash of lightning filled the sky, he was still holding me close.

"Probably going to start raining again," he said after thunder finished rumbling.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Probably pretty hard," he said.

"Yeah."

"So if you want to go back inside; "

"Not really. Do you?" I asked.

"No."

The word hung between us and my heart stuttered, that light-headed feeling extending from my head to my limbs, a weightless anticipation that was foreign and nerve-wracking and electrifying. I had a vague idea of where I wanted things to go, and I was fairly certain that Ashton wanted things to go in that same direction, but I didn't know what to say next.

"Why don't we keep playing?" he asked gently a moment later.

Oh.

"Sure," I whispered, my voice deflated as I started to untangle myself from him.

His arms tightened. "But how 'bout we up the stakes?"

I stopped and looked up. Lightning chose that moment to flash again, revealing a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

I bit my lip, hardly able to contain my excitement. "What were you thinking?"

Despite the added motivation, he still lost the next race.

"Damnit," he cursed.

"Off with the shirt," I said cheerfully as I leaned against the door.

We'd been smart enough to close the windows I'd cracked open before the rain started, so Ashton didn't seem to mind stripping off a layer considering how hot the inside of the car had gotten. Rain hammered against the roof of the car, a staccato soundtrack to the flashing glimpses of skin I got as lightning burst beyond the foggy windows.

I watched unabashedly, equally grateful that he had lost so I didn't have to be the first one to take my shirt off and that the light was bright enough for me to appreciate the lines of his body.

The rules were negotiated before we started. Clothing had to come off in order; no removing pieces that were under something else first. Shoes and socks didn't count, nor did jewelry. In order to make the other person remove a piece of clothing, you had to come in first; placing ahead of them wasn't cause for stripping. We took turns picking the course, regardless of who won. Most importantly, either of us could stop the game at any time, no questions asked.

"And if your mom comes outside and discovers me sitting half-naked in your car?" he had asked, the only moment he seemed to second-guess himself.

"She won't," I replied. "There's no way she'll come outside in this weather."

"But if she does?" he pressed.

"Once she's done yelling, I'll go down on you."

"Deal," he said without hesitation, and there was a long delay before we could start playing because I was laughing too hard.

Part of the laughter was nervousness; part of it was mortification that the words had actually left my lips; part of it was to cover the absolute thrill that rushed through me as I imagined looking up at Ashton just before taking him in my mouth.

My heart felt like it was hammering against my ribcage as I faked confidence and told him to pick the first track since I was certain I'd beat him anyway. Throughout the entire race, my breath was stuck in my throat, though it didn't stop me from trash-talking him when he missed hitting me with a red shell, and I only let it out when I finally crossed the finish line.

"Your turn," he said after putting his shirt on the rear shelf. "What course?"

I tore my eyes away reluctantly and studied the screen of my Switch.

"What'll it be, what'll it be," Ashton said as I contemplated. "Probably gonna play it safe, eh? Dry Desert? Toad Turnpike?"

"In your fruckin' dreams," I said. "No way am I going easy on you."

"Oh, not for my sake," he replied. "I mean, you don't want to throw your winning streak now, right? So you wouldn't pick something hard that might put you in a; precarious sort of position, would you?"

I glanced up at him. "Are you trying to goad me into picking a harder track?"

He blinked at me innocently. "Who, me?"

I snorted. "This coming from the guy who picked Mario Circuit. Can you get any more basic?"

"And yet, you weren't that far ahead of me. Starting to choke, Ramona?"

"If you want me to choke, you'll have to give me something bigger than thisI was dropping the charade and just getting naked.

A third part of me was insisting I needed to tell Ashton why I was nervous, to explain to him that I'd never been fully naked around anyone before, that I was a virgin, that I'd barely been kissed, let alone anything more. At the same time, a nagging voice in the back of my head that sounded suspiciously like the head of the homeowner's association said if I told him I was a virgin, he'd want to; well, he might like that more than I wanted him to.

Or he might not. Or he might not even want to go there. He might just want to fool around, or flirt, or; or I didn't know. What I did know was that, as nervous as I was, I wanted to be there more than I wanted to be anywhere else in the world.

As the stats showed on my screen, I swallowed and put my Switch down on the seat beside me.

"Final rule is still applicable," Ashton said gently as I wiped my hands on my jeans. "If you want to stop; "

"No way," I shot back. "I had to let you think there was at least a chance I'd lose a piece of clothing otherwise you'd quit before I got to see the whole package."

He grinned and leaned back against the door. "Whatever you say, Ramona."

I stuck my tongue out at him, which made him laugh, then hesitated as I tried to decide between taking off my pants or my shirt. He'd made the comment about hoping I was wearing cute panties, and for some reason, it felt less revealing to sit around in my underwear than it did to sit around in my bra, so I brought my shaking hands to the waistband of my jeans and unbuttoned them.

Removing my pants was awkward. Obviously, part of it was because of all the things that were making me thrilled and nervous. But, from a more practical perspective, we were in a dark, enclosed space surrounded by a raging thunderstorm. I forgot to take my Chucks off, so had to pause with my jeans around my knees to untie them before doing my best to wriggle my pants off the rest of the way without accidentally kicking Ashton. When I finally managed to get them off and onto the rear shelf, my face was bright red, though not from the heat in the car.

"I hate to ask," he said. "But the pattern on your underwear; is that; "

"Shut up," I said. "Yes."

He stifled a laugh. "I love it. Can I see; uh." He stopped, and I looked up to see his face reddening as he tore his eyes away. "That sounded super weird. Sorry."

I hesitated for half a heartbeat, then brought my hands to the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it slightly so he could see my panties more clearly. Ashton's eyes met mine and I saw his throat flex as he swallowed before his eyes flicked downward. For a long time, he stared, and I was starting to think it wasn't just at the pattern on my underwear.

"I didn't even know they made Dead pool-themed panties," he finally said.

"Why not?" I asked. "They capitalize on anything."

"Yeah, but how many people are seriously buying Dead pool panties that say 'show me your chimichanga' on them?"

"You have no idea how long it took me to find these."

His eyes flicked back up, meeting mine, and the next race was paused as we dissolved into laughter again.

I don't know whether it was an increased motivation on his part or distraction on mine, but the removal of my pants was apparently what he needed. He picked the next track, of course, and it was only sheer luck that I crossed the finish line seconds before he did.

"I did that on purpose," he said as he started unbuttoning his jeans. "I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable sitting around in your underwear by yourself."

"How chivalrous of you," I replied.

"I know, right?" He tugged his jeans down and despite my best efforts, I couldn't help trying to catch a glimpse as he removed them. "Now, it's only polite that you extend the same courtesy, so if you could go ahead and lose the next race; "

"Not a chance in hell," I said.

He laughed and said something else, but I completely missed it. I don't know what it was about Ashton in his boxers, but he was just; ugh. So ugh.

My panties were as geeky as I was, but his boxers were fairly plain. I couldn't really tell what color they were by the glow of the Switch screens; they weren't white, but maybe like a very light grey or green or blue. It didn't really matter, of course, since I wasn't looking at them for the color. I was looking at them for the way they clung to his thighs and sat on his hips, for the gentle V line on either side of his stomach that disappeared beneath the waistband. Mostly, I was looking at the bulge in the front. He filled out those boxers nicely.

I blamed the distraction of how good he looked in his boxers for my next loss, even though I had picked the track again. It wasn't quite so much of an upset that time, but it didn't matter; he came in first, and if you're not first, you're last.

He didn't say anything as I brought my hands to the hem of my shirt. I could feel his eyes on me as I lifted it, but I didn't look at him; a single moment might have been enough for me to lose my resolve. Instead, I swallowed, took a deep breath, and pulled it over my head.

Once it was off, I risked a glance at Ashton. I expected his eyes to be glued to my breasts, even though I still had my bra on. I mean, wasn't that kind of the point? He was putting on a show for me, I was putting on a show for him, and from my admittedly limited experience with men, I was fairly sure that a good percentage of them were pretty much obsessed with tits. And maybe Ashton was too, but I couldn't tell. He was looking at my face with eyes that were wide and earnest and appreciative in an almost wholesome sort of way.

That expression was everything. I couldn't quite say it banished my nerves, but it filled that spot deep in my stomach with a blooming warmth that made me very glad I still had my panties on, otherwise I would've had to find a way to clean my seats the next day. The way he looked at me; well.

It made me very glad that he was the person I was playing this game with.

He held my gaze as I put my shirt on the rear shelf, waiting until I was sure my collarbone was stained pink and my pulse was showing through my skin before finally allowing his eyes to trail down my body.

His throat flexed as he swallowed and his mouth opened just slightly. I could almost feel his gaze as his eyes moved down my neck and to my shoulders, and from my shoulders to my breasts. I let him stare, taking in the softness of my curves and gentle dip of my cleavage as it hinted at something hidden just beneath the pale blue fabric.

"There wasn't a matching bra," I finally said, almost apologetically.

His chuckle was almost dry. "This one's pretty frucking hot, though."

My laughter must have made my breasts jiggle or something. The light from our screens might have been dim, but it was bright enough that I could see the shadow of movement in the front of his boxers.

Definitely a good choice to keep my panties on.

"Rainbow Road," he said suddenly.

"What?"

Ashton's throat flexed again as he met my eye again. "Next track. Rainbow Road."

"You really want to show me your cock, eh?" I teased, grabbing my Switch.

"Sure, but you're gonna be showing me your tits first," he shot back.

"Big talker for someone who's only won two races."

"Yeah, well." His eyes twinkled as he smirked and pressed the button to start the race. "You have no idea how badly I want to see you naked."

The words sent a rush through me just as a drawn-out rumble of thunder filled the air. I gaped at him a second too long; by the time I recovered, I missed the window for a Turbo Start.

Ashton, on the other hand, didn't.

The idea of playing another round completely topless, knowing how hard Ashton would have to struggle to keep his eyes off my breasts and on his game, was more distracting than it was motivating. There was an aching sensation in my pelvis that was familiar yet completely brand new. I'd been horny before, obviously. I'd masturbated, I'd fooled around with guys, I knew what being turned on felt like, but I couldn't say that it had ever felt like that before. It was a gnawing sort of feeling, a hunger, a need for something to be inside me. Somehow, my body just knew it wanted to be filled, even though I'd never experienced it before.

It was the worst track to be distracted on. Rainbow Road was notoriously hard, that much was true, but realistically it wasn't the hardest, at least in my opinion. It did, however, require a level of attention that I was not capable of in my current state, and that much was obvious when I fell to fifth place. I gritted my teeth, trying not to think about the wetness between my legs or wonder why the idea of sitting topless in front of Ashton was filling me with as much excitement as it was nervousness.

One of the NPC racers passed me and I bit my lip. There was almost no chance I was going to win; but I didn't have to win.

I just needed Ashton not to come in first.

"Imagine if my mom came out right now," I said.

He chuckled but didn't say anything.

"She'd be so pissed," I continued, drifting around a curve. "But I bet you wouldn't even notice because you'd be too busy thinking about how I promised to go down on you if she yelled at you."

His chuckle was slightly strangled that time. "Didn't think you were one to play dirty."

"Who, me?" I asked innocently, hitting an Item Box. "What's so dirty about making you wonder what my boobs look like?"

"Joke's on you, I was already wondering that."

"Pale pink and really hard right now."

Lightning flashed and I saw him shift slightly. "What?"

"My nipples. You know, for your mental image."

He made a noise that was a groaning sort of cough. "That so?"

"Mm-hmm. And I'd totally take my bra off while I was going down on you."

"You know, if you were really trying to distract me, you wouldn't be phrasing it like that," he said firmly.

I frowned. "What?"

"You'd say you were gonna suck my cock or something. Like, for example, if I was going to pull this same dirty trick on you, I wouldn't just say I'd go down on you. I'd tell you that I'd bury my face in your cunny and let you pull my hair while I licked every single inch of you, making sure you were properly begging me to play with your clit before I even touched it."

I fell off the track.

"Asshole," I whispered as Lakitu dropped me back on the road.

"Yeah, I'd lick that if you wanted me to."

I was dead last and from what I could tell, he was firmly in first place. I rounded another curve, my panties as soaked as they would have been if I'd been standing outside in the storm. There was no chance, no way at all that I'd win, and save for a miracle, there was no way he wouldn't come in first. I swallowed hard, mentally preparing myself to strip in front of him, partly thrilled and partly terrified and entirely, completely, totally turned on.

Just as I resigned myself to my fate, something dimmed in the corner of my eye.

"What?" Ashton gasped. "What?"

I looked at him. Well, sort of. I looked at the spot he was sitting, which was far darker than it had been a few moments earlier when his Switch screen was lighting up his face.

"No," he breathed. "No way."

"Your Switch died?" I asked.

"But it's plugged in!"

I tried not to laugh at the devastation in his voice. I was about to tell him not to be sad, I would show him my tits anyway if he asked nicely and maybe took his boxers off, when I realized what that meant.

"Oh, no," I whispered, abandoning the race.

To be continued in part 3, Based on a post, by  MsCherylTerra for Literotica.

She's ready for player two.

Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

Player one is me, Ramona Roth. I’m nineteen, blue hair, pierce eyebrow, former president of the student council, virgin.

War is hell, they say, but I say they're wrong.

Hell is insanity, and insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Hell is false hopes and flagrant disappointment.

Hell is knowing that the squabbling of Ilyra, the princess from the far-off planet of Nianus, and Jostok, the snarky-but-pleasantly-ripped humanoid alien soldier from Quighnan, would attract the attention of Izzon's monstrous space beast.

It's knowing that the beast would destroy the vent your plucky band of misfits was crawling through.

It's knowing that you'd all tumble into the cavernous belly of the spaceship with only the last-second triggering of a force-field from your omni-cuff to prevent you from turning into gizzard soup on the space-grey floor.

I watched Jostok realize that the force field hadn't prevented the princess from being crushed beneath the weight of the metal that tumbled from above. I watched him separate her from the tangled pile of bodies and bionic limbs, cradling her barely conscious form against one beefy, armor-clad bicep.

I watched her brilliant violet eyes flutter open, and saw the little half-smile on her face as he called her by her name, and heard the weakness in her voice as she reminded him that it was Princess Ilyra to him. I heard Jostok chuckle wetly and assure her she was going to make it.

After all, she was the princess. This was not how princesses died.

Which was true, because she didn't die like that.

Izzon's beast hurled itself to the ground in front of us, its weight making the spaceship itself shudder violently. A beam of light shot forth from its gaping maw, wrenching Ilyra from Jostok's arms. He reached for her, but before his bionic arm was even fully extended, the beast had pulled her into the air, clutched her between its massive claws, and snapped her in half like she was a fucking Kit Kat bar.

So, she died like that instead.

There was a beat; a pause as horror dawned across the party. A splash of blood splattered on the floor followed by the delicate circlet Ilyra always wore.

"No," breathed Jostok.

A metallic cackle from above filled the room.

"So much for your princess," Izzon said as he descended on a floating platform.

He landed just in front of the beast. Two long strides brought him to the circlet, and he plucked it from the pool of blood before making a mockery of Ilyra's memory and placing the fragile band of metal on his horned forehead.

"You killed her," Jostok said, his voice wavering.

"Well, duh," Izzon said, chuckling. "What, you think this is your fairytale or something, Quighnan? You kill the horrible, evil, sad little man who was just trying to get back what was rightfully his? You think you save the world, you get the girl, you get the glory?"

His smile faded, and he straightened the circlet before reaching for his omni-cuff.

"Well, Quighnan, I have news for you. You failed. The world is mine, the girl is dead, and you; "

"Shut up, you piece of Cul excrement!" Jostok roared.

"Or what?" Izzon taunted.

"Or this," I muttered.

Surprise flashed across Izzon's face as Jostok smashed his omni-cuff, using the last of its power to create his trademark rocket launcher. Hefting it over his shoulder, he screamed as he fired it. Izzon's beast stepped forward, snatching its master from the ground seconds before the ball of certain death hit him, and it was time for me to take over.

The battle was hell. It was a place I'd been a million times before, and I let the world around me fade as I focused on Izzon and Izzon alone. His beast didn't like that, of course, but the beast wasn't my concern. There were others to fight the beast; only I could fight Izzon.

Sweat beaded on my forehead and dryness scratched at my eyes. I refused to look away, refused to be distracted for even a millisecond from my task. Izzon darted around the battlefield, firing laser after laser in my direction, but I knew how to dodge them. I knew how to use them against him; I knew how to lure the beast to just the right spot for Izzon to maim it himself.

And I knew what would happen next.

The world shook, a rumbling that vibrated through my bones. Izzon's platform shot up, and I tracked it, ignoring the shouts and cries of the battle raging around me. High above, I saw the flash of light, and I hurled myself out of the way moments before a ball of plasma crashed down and punched a hole through the entire ship.

A rush of air sucked through the floor, and I clung to the strategically placed pole for dear life, still refusing to take my eyes off Izzon's platform. I waited, watched, my heart racing as he descended, and descended, and;

"Now," I said through clenched teeth, and I jumped.

Wind and suction twirled around me as I fought against the force with everything in me. It was a Hail Mary, a last-ditch effort, a moment of pure insanity as I mashed at the omni-cuff wildly. I mashed, and mashed, and mashed, and;

I made it.

I got to the platform.

"Oh my fuck," I breathed. "Oh fuck, oh frak, oh; fruck."

I finally did it.

Izzon stood before me, his wretched face twisted in anger. I pointed my weapon at him, just as I dreamed I would a thousand times before, and without so much as a second thought, I began to fire. One shot hit and his body jostled; another and red splattered around me; one more and;

And all went dark.

Sudden silence replaced the sounds of battle as blackness overtook me. For half a moment, I thought I had died, like for-real died. Then, my eyes adjusted, and across from me I saw the form of a woman with pale skin, wide eyes, and bright blue hair in the depths of a black mirror.

"No," I whispered.

The woman mimicked me.

"No," I said again, a low groan as realization dawned on me.

The woman's face crumpled. A bolt of lightning flashed through the basement window, and as thunder roared, I screamed.

"You've got to be frucking kidding me!" I shrieked, and I'm not at all ashamed to admit that I burst into tears.

"Ramona!" my mom shouted distantly.

I ignored her cry; tears were streaming down my cheeks as frantic footsteps thudded on the stairs. Despondently, I slid off the couch and crumpled to the floor, clutching my controller to my chest as I sobbed.

"Ramona!" Mom gasped again, the faint glow of her cell phone flashlight spilling across the basement. "Are you hurt? Ramona, talk to me, w-what happened, are you; "

"The power," I whimpered as she reached me and hesitantly touched my shoulder. "The power went out, and I was so close."

"Close to; what?"

"Beating Izzon," I sniffed.

Silent tension filled the basement.

"In a game," she said flatly.

"Well, yeah, but; "

"You screamed bloody murder in the middle of a huge thunderstorm because the power went out during a game."

It was no use trying to explain to her that I'd been stuck on the boss fight in The Circlet of Nianus for days. I stared sullenly across the basement at the darkened TV as Mom launched into another one of her ranting lectures that had become routine since I'd returned home for the summer after my first year of university.

"This is not proper behavior for a nineteen-year-old woman," she said, probably. I would've had to have been listening to know for sure, which I wasn't, but all her lectures were pretty much the same. "Christ, Ramona, it's like I don't even know who you are anymore. What happened to the sweet girl who left for university last August?"

Then, if that lecture was anything like the other ones; which it likely was, but I still wasn't listening; she would have started tearing up.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you acting like this,   Ramona," she probably said in a watery voice. "What happened to my goody-two-shoes straight-laced brown-noser who would never dream of putting a toe out of line and who I, as the head of the Minwack Falls Homeowners Association, could truly be proud of since she was as cookie-cutter and put-together as the yards and fences I work so hard to keep in line at all times?"

Well, she probably didn't say that last part. At least, not out loud. But the implication was there. When I tuned back in to the conversation, she was shaking her head as she looked dramatically in the other direction.

"Honestly,   Ramona, maybe we made a mistake," she was saying, for real that time. "Sending you to that school; I worried that you weren't ready and now; "

"I was perfectly ready to go to university," I said dully. "And I'm an adult, so you didn't send me anywhere. I chose to go. And my name is Ramona."

"Adults don't throw tantrums because of a silly game."

"It's not silly," I said through gritted teeth. "This is what I want to do with my life."

"Play games."

"Make games."

"Hmm," she said. "Be that as it may, I highly doubt you'll find a summer job making games. I charged the laptop battery up earlier today, so if the power stays out, we can still work on your resume tonight."

I sighed. "I have a resume. I already asked if they were hiring at The Sword and Dice and they said they'd get back to me."

"I doubt the comic book store is hiring," she said, unimpressed, before she started towards the stairs. "I'm surprised Jordan Cooper's managed to keep it open as long as he has. I'll go down to The Enchanted Florist tomorrow and speak with Owen. That girl he has working there was incredibly rude to me the other day and refused to call him so I could make a complaint about her."

"Okay, Karen," I muttered under my breath.

Mom turned. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

She clearly didn't believe me and shot a very Karen-esque look in my direction. "Well, if he's willing to hire her, I bet he's one of the few people in town who would be willing to overlook your new; style and possibly offer you a job."

And there it was; yet another dig at my hair, and my new eyebrow piercing, and the fact that I wasn't dressed like her President of the Student Council Princess anymore.

I wish I could say it had been a gradual transformation, that I hadn't been the stereotypical example of the good-girl going wild as soon as she was on her own for the first time. However, years of living with Liz Roth, head of the Minwack Falls Homeowners Association, vice-president of the Minwack Falls High School Parent-Teacher Association, and volunteer board member for the Minwack Falls Good Neighbor Society, had instilled an almost-detrimental instinct to be honest in me.

I was absolutely the model of a rebellious girl experiencing life away from an overbearing mother and semi-absent father.

I'd left for university as a geeky girl with suitcases full of modest blouses and nice-but-not-too-tight jeans. At the end of the semester, I returned home with suitcases full of pop culture t-shirts, dark jeans that were ripped in all the right places, and Chuck Taylors that I'd kept on my feet day in and day out so I could get that worn-in look as fast as possible. I was still geeky and still a girl, but now that girl had bright blue hair, an eyebrow ring, and an exasperatedly cynical attitude.

I loved who I had become. I loved being Ramona, the girl with wild hair and full of laughter. I loved geeking out with my friends over video games and sci-fi movies and superheroes. I loved being able to show people that girl instead of the girl I had to be under my mother's roof.

Back home, though, that girl wasn't welcome. That girl was an embarrassment to the head of the H O A. Worse, I was in for another three full months of putting up with my mom's pressure to dye my hair back to a respectable color and stop wearing studded belts and ripped jeans.

"Teach you that your choices have consequences," Mom was saying, and I'd been so distracted I hadn't even bothered imagining what she might have said. "If The Enchanted Florist won't hire you, you'll need to get your hair fixed."

"My hair isn't broken."

"I'm not letting you sit down here playing video games all summer. You need to get a job."

"Trust me, I'd like nothing more," I said. "I could use the break."

Before Mom could respond; and trust me, her inner Karen was desperate to give me a piece of its mind; we were interrupted by the sound of the door opening above us. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Your father's home," she said unnecessarily. "Finish tidying up here and come set the table."

I waited until she had started back up the basement stairs to let out the breath I'd been holding, leaning miserably against the couch as the darkness enveloped me again.

It was going to be a long frucking summer.

I was saved from having to work on my resume with my mom peering over my shoulder by her innate need to be involved in every disaster.

Dinner was blissfully quiet. Dad didn't say much, as per usual, and Mom's constant chatter manifested as mumbled frustrations while she scrolled through the town Facebook page on her phone, the mushy broccoli and dry chicken on her plate abandoned as she took control of the situation via social media.

As quickly as I could, I shoveled bite after bite of mediocre, overcooked blandness into my mouth. Like most of my classmates in first year, I'd gained the ubiquitous Freshman Fifteen, but I hadn't minded in the slightest. I'd been relatively thin most of my life, and putting on some weight had finally made me look less like a twelve-year-old boy and more like an actual, honest-to-God woman.

Unfortunately, a full summer of my mom's cooking meant that I'd probably slim down to nothingness again unless I started stopping by the Hokey Pokey Ice Cream Parlor twice a day. Which wasn't a terrible idea, actually; their ice cream was all homemade and it was phenomenal.

Except that would take money, and while I was rich in Rupees and Bells and Caps, the owners of the Hokey Pokey only accepted boring old dollars.

Actually, maybe the Hokey Pokey was hiring. My blue hair would be considered whimsical and fun, though I might have to take out my eyebrow piercing or at least cover it. Still, I'd have an excuse to be out of the house and away from my mom, plus I'd be able to eat all the ice cream I wanted.

I wasn't about to admit that my mom had been right about working on my resume, though, so instead of doing something productive, I stole away to my bedroom to play video games.

Not The Circlet of Nianus, obviously. My PlayStation wasn't so good at working without the whole "power" thing. With the whole power out, my options were limited to; well, my Nintendo Switch.

It was fully charged, thankfully, and I hoped by the time the battery was drained, the power would be back. I'd started a new play through of Breath of the Wild on the drive back from university since my mom had insisted on coming up to campus to "help" me pack, then on driving my car back to Minwack Falls. I obliged, but only because I probably would have driven into oncoming traffic to get away from her incessant sniffling about my horrible hair color and insistence that my piercing would leave a hideous scar across my face, rendering me entirely unhireable.

It ended up being a good thing, though. She had pulled over for a break and I'd opened my glove box to hide my Switch while I used the grungy gas station bathroom. Mom wasn't looking, thankfully, because I forgot there was a sample-sized bottle of lube, a bunch of pamphlets about birth control and STDs, and two handfuls of the free condoms they gave out at the university clinic. Knowing my luck, if I'd been driving, Mom would have decided to go snooping through the glove box, and then I would have for sure had to drive into oncoming traffic to avoid that uncomfortable lecture.

And, of course, it wouldn't matter if I told her that I hadn't actually used any of the birth control or condoms or lube. She wouldn't believe for a second that I had all that stuff in my car and was still a virgin, even though it was true. Despite my desire to rebel, the internalization of my mom's lectures about abstinence and not being "that" kind of girl had really fucked with me.

I'd done my best to get past that, but the problem with being the wild and free type of girl with colorful hair and an eyebrow piercing is that apparently, there were a lot of guys who thought I existed solely to teach them about life, the universe, and everything. Specifically, they seemed to think that the answer lay in my vagina.

Since I was fairly certain that nothing in my vagina added up to forty-two and would therefore disappoint those wannabe hitchhikers, I'd shied away from men in general while at university. Aside from a couple of somewhat regrettable make out sessions at parties and an unremarkable handjob, after which the guy had fumbled around unimpressively in my panties until I got bored and went back to my dorm to play Red Dead Redemption, I hadn't really had a chance to experience the "sexual liberation" side of things.

I mean, I wanted to. I wasn't about to wait until marriage. Hell, I didn't even know if I wanted to get married. I just wanted my first time to be with someone who liked me as more than a concept.

That was an issue for another time, though. If I couldn't find a guy I was willing to lose my virginity to at the university, the chances of there being someone in Minwack Falls were practically non-existent.

In no time at all, I was immersed in the kingdom of Hyrule. I'd started this play through in Gerudo Town just for the hell of it, and had already released the Divine Beast Vah Naboris, which was too bad; given the storm, playing the lightning-themed part of the game would have been appropriate. Instead, I decided to head to Zora's Domain, which I guess was probably even more appropriate, given the rain and all.

It's not like there was any other strategy for me to follow. I mean, I started the play through in Gerudo Town.

In any case, it didn't matter. I found Prince Sidon at the Inogo Bridge and started my long trek towards Zora's Domain, battling Ganon's monsters along the way and picking up all the loot I could carry.

Falling into the world of a video game was one of my favorite things. I loved losing myself to the story, the characters, the challenge; for a while, it didn't matter if I was quiet-and-geeky Ramona or wild-and-geeky Ramona. Ramona didn't exist in Hyrule; in Hyrule, I was Link, and instead of battling my mother's constant disappointment, I was battling Lizalfos which, despite trying to murder me with shock arrows, were slightly more compassionate than she was.

That thought made me picture my mom as a Lizalfos, which was far more hilarious than it had any right to be, and I was fighting back a smile as I threw bombs at a hoard of them when my bedroom door flew open without so much as a warning knock.

"It's going to be all night," Mom said.

I paused the game and frowned as I looked up. "What?"

She looked at me incredulously. "The power outage, Ramona. It's not going to be back until tomorrow morning."

"Oh."

"Even though the storm has stopped," she continued.

I glanced at the window, realizing that the rain had indeed stopped falling. "Oh."

"Did you even notice?"

"Um, yeah," I said unconvincingly. "Obviously."

"Hmm," she said, completely unconvinced by my unconvincing tone. "Well, once your GameBoy battery dies; "

"It's a Switch."

Mom gave me a look. "Fine. Once your GameBoy switch dies, you can come downstairs and we'll work on your resume so you can go out and find a job tomorrow when the power's back on."

Damn it.

She left my room and I checked the battery, then groaned. I'd apparently been in Hyrule for longer than I'd thought, and my Switch was far closer to dead than it was to alive. Frustrated, I saved my progress, then chewed on a fingernail as I thought.

No PlayStation, no Switch; what the hell was I supposed to do for the rest of the night? Play fucking Candy Crush until my phone died, too? And the last thing I wanted was my mom "helping" with my resume. If she did, I might get hired at a place she'd approve of.

I mean, I guess I could have  red a book or something, but luckily, I chose to glance out the window melodramatically. A car was driving down the rain-slickened street, and after a long moment of staring at its tail lights reflecting off the asphalt, a lightbulb went off.

Well, a metaphorical lightbulb. The other lightbulbs were already off.

Grinning, I grabbed my Switch.

"And what are you doing with all this?" Mom asked as I raided the pantry for a bag of chips and a half-eaten package of Oreos.

"I'm going to the car so I can charge my Switch."

She looked annoyed. "That's going to drain your car battery."

"I'll make sure I let it run for a bit."

I flung the refrigerator door open and grabbed two cans of Coke. Before she could scold me for letting all the cold air out, I slammed it shut and bounded towards the front door.

Her lack of admiration for my plan didn't stop me, but it did give me the idea to pull my car off the driveway and onto the street so I couldn't see her judging me from inside the living room. There, I cracked the front windows, turned the car to accessory mode, and plugged the charger for my Switch into the cigarette lighter before climbing into the back. I stretched along the seat, the bag of chips tucked in the wheel well beside me, and popped one can of Coke open before grinning at my cozy little setup.

I was a genius.

I mean, seriously. I even thought of setting a reminder on my phone for an hour later so I could run the car for a bit to make sure the battery didn't die.

A frucking genius.

Before you could say "Calamity Ganon," I was back in Hyrule. The backseat of my car was arguably less comfortable than my bed and the cracked windows didn't do much to help with the heaviness of the air, but I couldn't have been happier. Hyrule was a place where I had one simple job: save the world, get the girl.

Or, in this case, save the world, free the princess. You know, since Link and Zelda don't; well, not usually, anyway. Like, they were a romantic couple in Skyward Sword for sure, but with how reincarnation and all that works in the games, Zelda's hardly ever the actual love interest. I mean, in Breath of the Wild, they talk about how Link and Mipha were;

You know what, it doesn't really matter. The point is, in video games, my objectives were clear and simple, and saving the world was far less stressful than putting up with my mom.

When my phone blared out a reminder to start my car an hour later, it jolted me out of Hyrule and back into reality, where the sun had set and the usually unremarkable glow of streetlights was, of course, not present.

Instead of bothering to get out of the backseat and start my car properly, I made the, in my opinion, more efficient and slightly lazier decision to carefully tuck my Switch into the pocket behind the passenger's seat and get to my knees. Awkwardly, I wriggled between the driver and passenger seats, resting against the center console as I splayed across the car so I could turn the key in the ignition.

It started, which was good, since it meant my mom wouldn't be able to yell at me for killing my car battery. Air started blowing from the vents, which was even better, since I hadn't realized how warm it had actually gotten in the car.

What was less good was the fact that I apparently was not entirely used to the new swerves and curves that made up my body and that I also apparently needed to do some work on my spatial awareness.

Each time I tried to move, something tugged on my jeans, and I wasn't about to risk ripping my stylishly ripped jeans if I didn't have to. The problem was that my hips were wedged between the seats, so I couldn't pull myself forward enough to loosen whatever it was I was stuck on. As best I could tell, I had two options. Either I could somehow contort my shoulder and twist my arm back to my left hip and hope I could unhook myself, or I could unbutton my jeans and try to crawl forward, leaving my pants behind.

I twisted my mouth to the side, considered taking my pants off, and then quickly decided against it. Knowing my luck, that would be the moment my mom decided to come outside to check up on me, and she probably wouldn't even be the slightest bit impressed that I'd remembered to start the car so I didn't drain the battery.

Instead, I reached forward and steadied myself against the steering wheel with one hand while I tried to work the other behind me. It was a bit of a balancing act, but I managed to get my arm between my body and the driver's seat. Carefully, I patted around my waistband, trying to figure out where I was caught.

"Ramona?"

I jumped at the sound of a deep voice floating through my window and pitched forward. Unfortunately, both my hands were otherwise occupied, and I let out a second startled yelp as my head bashed the horn and a surprising honk echoed through the quiet night.

"Oh, shit!" said the voice. "Are you okay?"

"Just peachy," I said sarcastically, wincing as I pushed myself away from the horn. "This is all going according to plan."

"What was the, uh, goal of this plan?"

"None of your business, that's; "

I didn't finish as I twisted towards the voice. Peering in the driver's side window was Ashton Halliday, of all people. In the dim twilight, I could just make out the expression of poorly hidden amusement mixed with concern on his face.

That face was slightly different than the last time I'd seen him. It might have been somewhat dark out, but I could still make out the warmth of his eyes and the hint of that easy, melting smile. The boyish roundness of his face had faded into something more structured, more mature, more; well.

Something even more gorgeous than the last time I'd seen him.

If it wasn't for the fact that everyone knew everyone in Minwack Falls, I would have said that Ashton was the kind of guy who wouldn't have even known I existed. He was a hockey player who ran around town with the kind of kids my mom forbade me from hanging out with; also known as the cool kids. While I was at home studying for science tests and working on extra-credit projects for optional extracurriculars to bolster the resume my mom insisted I needed, Ashton was skateboarding down Main Street with his friends. While I was hanging out with my friends at The Sword and Dice, Ashton was out at the end of Drum Farm Lane, making out with girls in the back of his dad's Honda. I was the nerdy girl who enjoyed role-playing games when she wasn't too busy running for student council or planning a bake sale. He went to parties where people drank alcohol stolen from their parents' liquor cabinets and got sent to detention for screwing around during class.

He did know I existed, though, and we'd even been friends of a sort, once upon a time. His family lived across the street from mine and we were the same age, so naturally there had been plenty of summer days having water fights and racing our bikes on the quiet streets of Minwack Falls.

That all changed, though. Suddenly, friendship isn't as simple as being around the same age and in close proximity to one another. One day, friendship is just drawing pictures together in chalk on the sidewalk. The next, it's getting ready for his birthday party only to have your mom gently break the news that you weren't actually invited, and while all your friends are out playing laser tag and eating cake, you're going to be staying home to work on your science fair project.

I didn't hold it against him. Well, not anymore. At the time, I was devastated, of course. But we had been at that age where kids grow apart and start becoming different people, and even though it was heartbreaking back then, I was an adult now. I was over it.

Sort of.

Still, all that didn't stop me from thinking he was; there wasn't even a word. It was a sound. Like a very soft, mumbled, desperately needy "ugh" sound.

Luckily, I did not actually make that sound. Instead, I just stared at Ashton like a distracted moron as he tried not to laugh.

"Do you want a hand?" he finally asked.

"I've got two of them, thanks," I muttered as I tried to unhook myself unsuccessfully.

He couldn't hold his laughter in that time and moved away from the window. "Let me help you."

"What?"

The back door of my car opened and there was a sudden rush of cool air. "I said, let me help you."

"Oh, no you don't," I said before I could stop myself. "I've seen enough bad pornos to know where this is going."

"An understandable concern," Ashton said, so casually that I almost didn't turn beet-red as I realized I'd just told him I watched porn. "But I'm not your step-brother, so you've got nothing to worry about."

"What are you doing, step-friend," I said flatly.

"You don't trust me?"

"I barely know you."

"That's very true." He thought for a moment. "What if I talk you through what I'm doing the whole time and promise you can run me over with your car if I do anything inappropriate?"

I laughed unexpectedly. "Um; "

"Or, I mean, I can leave you here and like, go get your mom or something."

"Eew," I said. "No. Just; okay. Yes, I need help. Please."

He climbed in the backseat and turned the dome light on.

"Okay," he said after a moment. "I'm not an engineer yet, but it seems to me the problem is that you're stuck."

"Wow. Your powers of observation are incredible."

"I know. It's one of my many talents," he said. "It looks like the easiest way to get you unstuck is probably to unhook this ice scraper from your belt loop."

"Oh, that's what that is!" I said.

"Yes, the loops are there to hold your belt in place." He chuckled at his own joke as I groaned. "Okay, in all seriousness. I'm gonna untangle it."

Despite his warning, the feel of his hands nudging between me and the seat surprised me. It was probably a good thing, since it made me jump a bit and that little twitch hopefully covered the involuntary shiver that ran through me as Ashton's fingers moved against my hips. I bit my lip as his hand accidentally brushed against the exposed skin just above my waistband, the closeness of his body both unfamiliar and enticing.

"There," he said after a moment, and I felt the tension on my jeans release at the same time the tension in my body did. "It's unhooked."

He steadied me as I shimmied slowly out from between the seats. The redness on my face hadn't quite faded by the time he guided me onto the backseat. I brushed my hair off my face, subtly pressing my fingers to my face in the hopes that they were cool enough to soothe my flushed cheeks, but my hands were as warm as the rest of me.

"Thanks," I said shakily.

"Anytime," he replied. "I'm glad it was you, to be honest."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I was fairly sure this was your car," he said. "But I was a little surprised to see a blue-haired woman stuck between her seats when I expected to see the girl who grew up across the street from me."

"Sorry for the confusion."

"Don't be. You look great, Ramona." He grinned as he caught my eye. "Love the piercing, too."

Any of the redness that had faded from my cheeks came rushing back as my stomach fluttered. Mentally, I kicked myself for letting the compliment give me that weightless, fuzzy feeling.

"What were you doing creeping up on me, anyway?" I asked to distract myself.

It was Ashton's turn to chuckle awkwardly.

"Okay, well, I promise it's not as creepy as it's going to sound," he started.

I raised both eyebrows at him and he grimaced.

"I swear! I was just sitting in my room." He gestured towards his house. "Bored out of my fucking mind. Power's out, my parents are away for the weekend, and none of my friends are back in town. Then I happened to look outside and see this weird glowing light on the street. It took me a sec but I realized it was someone sitting in their car on their phone or something."

"Ah," I said.

"So I was like, well that's super smart," he continued. "But I don't have a car and my parents took theirs, of course, so I'm stranded here. So as I'm squinting out the window I thought, hey, I think that's Ramona's car, and maybe she'll possibly; "

"; let you use my precious car battery to charge your phone?" I finished.

"Ah, not quite. My phone's battery is pretty much full." A flash of embarrassment crossed his face and he dug into the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing. "Don't laugh, but; "

Oh, but I laughed.

"I know it's geeky," he said, then shook his head. "Forget it, I; "

"I'm not laughing at you," I said, giggling as I reached for the pocket on the back of the passenger seat. "You just surprised me. I didn't think you played."

He burst out laughing as I revealed my still-plugged-in Switch, tilting his own Switch at me.

"What are you playing?" he asked.

"Breath of the Wild. You?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Uh; Pokemon."

I pressed my lips together in an attempt not to lose it and he sighed but smiled good-naturedly.

"If I let you say it, will you let me charge my Switch?"

"Deal of the century." I yanked the charging cable out of my Switch and passed it to him. "Did you catch 'em all, Ash?"

He plugged his Switch in as I dissolved into giggles.

"I might not have caught them all, but I've definitely heard 'em all," he said. "That's what happens when you're the token gamer on the hockey team."

"Really? You?" I asked, shocked.

"Why's that so surprising?"

I shrugged. "I didn't picture you being a gamer, and if you were, I figured you'd be more into like Call of Duty or Halo or something. Or like, any of the EA Sports titles."

"I mean, sometimes." He shrugged. "I'm more into RPGs and stuff, to be honest. I've been playing The Circlet of Nianus but; "

"Seriously?!" I blurted, completely unable to stifle my uncontrollable excitement. "Me too!"

"Yeah?" he said, his eyes brightening. "Have you gotten to the end yet or; "

"Ugh, yes," I groaned. "I've played that battle probably eighty times now."

"It's so fucking frustrating!" he said. "I can't get over the hole in the floor and onto the; "

"; platform, yeah," I finished. "I finally did it. Mashed the fuck out of the controller and didn't get sucked through the floor. Landed and shot Izzon three times."

"And?" he urged, completely entranced.

"The power went out."

Ashton's face fell. "No."

"Yep."

"Mid-game?"

"I cried."

"Shit," he said. "I would've, too."

, Ash."

The startled shock on his face was almost worth falling for his taunts and picking Wario Stadium instead of something like Toad Harbor.

Almost.

I was ahead of him for most of the race. Halfway through the final lap, I heard Ashton curse as he hit one of the flame wheels.

"Hope you're wearing nice boxers," I teased, though I shut up fairly quickly when lightning struck in-game and shrunk me while I was mid-jump, sending me plummeting into a mud puddle.

I was holding down the gas as hard as I could when the jingling sound of an Item Box rang from Ashton's Switch. Seconds later, he let out a celebratory cry.

"Hope you're wearing nice panties," he shot back.

"What?"

But I didn't need to ask, and he didn't need to answer. The dreaded beeping alarm sound started and I looked at the screen in horror.

"No, no, no no no," I wailed as the blue shell appeared above me and hurtled down.

Ashton laughed so hard that I hoped it would be enough to stop him from getting to first, but it wasn't. By the time I recovered, most of the racers had passed me. I didn't give in; I still tried to catch up, hoping I'd maybe hit a box and get Bullet Bill or maybe a Blooper or a Super Star or something.

I did manage to hit an Item Box, but there was a banana peel behind it, and by the time my car recovered, Ashton had crossed the finish line in first place.

"Yes!" he shouted, pumping a fist in the air as I slowly finished my final lap.

"Damn," I muttered.

My heart was racing again, though for a very different reason this time. It had been a whirlwind of a situation and my mind was still trying to catch up with how I'd ended up in my car in the middle of a thunderstorm with a shirtless Ashton. I was excited and scared, nervous and exhilarated. Part of me was dreading taking my clothes off; another part of me wanted to tell Ashton

To be continued in part 2, Based on a post, by  MsCherylTerra for Literotica.

By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories.

Erika had one last idea and since Malcolm was getting hard again, she got up & took him by the hand; “I’ve gotta try another position with you.” No one was using the table so she slid her ass up on the  edge. “I’ve always had this fantasy of sex in different settings.  Kitchen sex often stirs my kinky imagination.  Come here and try it with my ass on the edge of this table.  Malcolm had seen porn videos of kitchen sex and was thrilled with the idea.  He loved  getting to feel her tits in his chest and her tongue in his mouth while his cock was pumping madly into her pussy.  

The two embraced while catching their breath. 

Everyone in the class was now fully spent and enjoying a euphoria of sexual bliss.

From behind the leather sofa, Mr. Garza discretely pulled his still very stiff cock from Mrs. Garza’s wet pussy and addressed the class from behind the sofa, “Well I hope you all enjoyed today’s lesson. This went better than we expected. Some of you tried multiple positions. Even positions we haven’t covered in this lesson.  Your sexuality, and your relationships, will be best if you never stop being creative, spontaneous, and giving. We’ll take up from here in our next session.”

“Once you are properly recovered and all are dressed, you may be dismissed.“ Mrs Garza added. “We will have one more session in this course, and then you all will be all done with us. All of you are doing extremely well. We hope the class has been both helpful and pleasurable for all of you. Please remember our confidentiality pledge. Unless there is some grave violation of the rules, you’re not in any danger of failing the course.”

All the students looked up at their teachers, most of them still in a daze from what had just happened. Eventually, all the students disconnected from each other and put their clothes back on, and gathered their things. They waited until all the students were dressed, before heading out of the room.

The professors overheard the group talk of grabbing a pizza, as they were all starving by now. Rebecca offered to order delivery, and have them all come to her apartment. That’s the last the professors heard, before the doors closed and locked.

Faculty Party

This left the two naked teachers all alone in the classroom again. Phoebe went over to her Antonio, and kissed him deeply, while reaching to find his firm cock pointed straight up between them.

“Now,” Phoebe directed Antonio; “Why don’t you go sit on that chair, over there. Your hard cock felt so nice in me earlier, but now I want to ride that hard cock, for all my pleasure,” Phoebe told her husband. Antonio followed her directions and went and sat in the chair, waiting for his wife. She walked over, mesmerized by his hard cock throbbing in anticipation. Phoebe straddled his lap and slowly sunk down on his throbbing hard cock. Antonio moaned in pleasure, as he felt his wife’s tight pussy grip his over stimulated cock.

“Oh my god, babe you are so hard right now. I can feel my pussy having to stretch more than normal, because you are so hard you feel a little bigger. Oh yeah I’m going to enjoy riding this,” She moaned to him, as she slid all the way down his cock. Phoebe started to ride Antonio’s rigid cock as he reached around to grab hold of her large ass. She started bouncing harder as he caressed her ass. She knew it wouldn’t be long until she had an orgasm after watching the student’s sexy display, while they fucked each other.

To increase her pleasure, and entice him more, she leaned forward pushing her large 36 double D breasts into his face. Antonio quickly took the opportunity, taking her sensitive nipple into his mouth, while she rode him. Eventually, Phoebe reached her crescendo, and came hard on her beloved Antonio’s cock. He could feel his wife’s vagina grabbing his cock, but he needed a little more to cum so he held tight to his wife’s hips, and started pushing his cock up into her quickly. Phoebe groaned, feeling her husband fucking her from underneath with his big cock. This caused her to go straight into a second orgasm, directly from her first.

She then felt his cock start to get bigger inside her, and she moaned to him, “Oh, yeah babe, I can feel you getting bigger inside of me. Give me all that cum!”

“Oh yeah, baby, here it cums! I’m going to cum so hard!” Antonio moaned to his wife, before unleashing his cum inside of her. Phoebe literally gasped when she felt him cumming inside her.

‘Oh my gosh, that is a forceful cumshot.’ Phoebe observed. ‘It feels like he’s trying to blast me off of him with his cum.’ Antonio’s intense and forceful cumshot caused his wife to reach her third orgasm, as she groaned while she continued to rotate her hips on his exploding penis. Once she was exhausted from her orgasm Phoebe relaxed her body into her husband’s. Suddenly she noticed that even though he had stopped cumming, his cock was still hard inside of her.

“Oh my god, babe are you still hard?” Phoebe said, as she rotated her hips on his still obviously hard cock.

“Oh, my baby, I guess I am. I guess watching those students fuck, really got me hornier than I expected. Do you want to keep going?” He asked.

“Oh, I definitely want to keep going, but I don’t think I can ride you anymore. My legs are too tired.” Phoebe said, as she got off of his still hard cock. She felt his cum from his copious load start to leak from in between her legs. She then decided to have more fun with Antonio, leaning down to take his sensitive cock in her mouth. Antonio moaned as he felt his wife’s hot mouth, around his extra sensitive cock. Phoebe then cleaned his cock of their combined juices. She then pulled her mouth of his cock and said to him,

“How was that, babe? Was it as good as having Michelle’s young mouth, on your cock?”

“Oh babe, that was so good, and you give some of the best head ever, but I have to say that even though that girl is young, she definitely knows how to suck a cock really well,” He told his wife. Phoebe then got down and laid on her back, on the mat, with her legs slightly spread waiting for her husband.

“Well then, maybe next time I will see if her tongue is as good in a pussy, as it is on a cock,” she said; as he got into position between her legs.

“Oh, I would love to see that, baby. Now lay back and let me fuck you with this big, hard cock of mine,” Antonio told his wife, as he pushed his overly sensitive cock back into his wife’s tight vagina. Once her husband’s cock was all the way inside of her, Phoebe wrapped her legs and arms around her husband, and brought him down for a deep kiss.

“I love you, babe,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, “now, fuck me hard, and make me cum again, and I want to feel you shoot in me; again!” Antonio then took his wife’s advice, and started to fuck her again, while he brought one hand up to grope her large breast, while he started feasting on her other breast, making sure to take his time and lick her nipple. She was moaning at all of his attention, and could feel herself quickly approaching another orgasm. Suddenly she came hard again on her husband’s cock. Antonio moaned as he felt his wife cum, again gripping his cock hard. He could also feel his own orgasm approaching.

“Baby, you think you’ve got one more orgasm in you? Because I’m getting really close again,” he moaned to his wife.

“Oh yeah; babe, I think I can work up one more orgasm for you. You just keep fondling my big tits, and fuck me with that big cock, and you will have me there, soon. I want to feel that big cock of yours, spurting in me again,” Phoebe moaned back to her husband, her lover, her academic partner.

Antonio kept fucking his wife hard, while he groped her big tits. He could feel her snake one hand down between them and start to play with her clit.

“Oh baby; I’m so close! Oh, here it is! I’m cumming!” He moaned to his dear Phoebe, as he started unloading a second orgasm, deep into her pussy.

“Oh yeah, babe! I can feel it shooting into me again! I’m cumming too!” Phoebe screamed, as her pussy grabbed hold of her husband’s long, fat cock. Antonio let out a loud grunt as his wife’s pussy clamped down on his ejaculating cock, and seemed to pull the juice from his hard penis. Eventually the two professors stopped cumming, and they just lay together, recovering from their intense orgasms. Both breathed deeply, and looked into each other’s eyes with love, as they rested in each other’s arms.

The Student Pizza Party

Malcolm and Erika, were getting their clothes back on, after the third session ended. “God, I’m starving,” Erika blurted out.

“So am I,” Malcolm admitted. This session was the longest, but the time flew by. “Do you wanna go grab a bite to eat, Erika?”

“Hey,” Thomas interjected. “Are you guys grabbing some food? I’d love to join you. Elizabeth might also.”

“Hell yeah! I don’t mind” Erika assured Thomas, then looked  over to Malcolm, seeking his openness to the idea.

“Jolly fine with me, as long as we get some grub soon.” Malcolm assured. “I’ve had more than a good workout from Erika,” which caused her to blush.

“Hey, I never denied being a sex-crazed nymph,” she admitted, owning her overt sexuality.

Rebecca heard the four make plans, and told Bruce she was thinking of inviting everyone to her apartment for Pizza.

“Do it,” Bruce encouraged, slipping on his sneakers. I’ll come.

Rebecca grinned and said “I’ll bet you will!” then she went over and interrupted Erika, and offered to host an impromptu pizza party. “I’ll place an order now, and we can have it delivered, probably shortly after we get to my place.”

Michelle overheard the growing conversation and asked if she could join. Rebecca immediately realized this event was a great idea and all the students should not only be invited, but strongly encouraged to be a part of.

“Devon, wait!” Rebecca yelled up the steps. Devon was the first one making his exit, but stopped dead in his tracks. Rebecca ran over and told the rest of her classmates of the pizza party. Bethany, Devon, Alexis, & Jackson all cheered.

Meanwhile, Michelle went over to William and made sure he was informed and encouraged.

Rebecca proceeded to the hall, and everyone followed. Bruce was concerned if Rebecca’s roommates were okay with the unannounced imposition.

“Not an issue,” she assured. “My place is actually on the top floor of Park Plaza Condominiums. Carrie and Marta are both back home for the summer. I have the place to myself.”

‘Damn! A rich girl,’ Devon surmised.

Thomas yelled, to everyone in the hall; “Does anyone need a ride over to Park Plaza?”. A couple guys took him up on the offer.

Bethany looked like she was going to ask Thomas for a lift. Grabbing her arm, the petite Rebecca said; “Hey, ride with me. I need someone to order the food on my app.

“Sure!” Bethany accepted.

Once everyone had rides and directions figured out, Rebecca & Bethany got moving.

As Rebecca drove her little BMW out of the student parking lot, She handed her phone to Bethany; “Pull up the Dominos app. My acct is already in there.”

“Got it!” Bethany said.

“Damn! I forgot to ask everyone what toppings they wanted.”

Bethany laughed; “Girl, right now, none of us give a damn! We’re starved. We’ll eat anything.”

Park Plaza

Rebecca knew a shorter route to her condo. It might give her a couple minutes to pick up, before the others arrived.

The two gals pulled into her reserved parking space and jogged into the building lobby.  Rebecca told the security desk to expect up to 10 others to arrive shortly. She said to let them up if they use her name.

In the penthouse, she sighed her relief when she saw that the cleaning lady had already came and left.

The only embarrassing items were the dildo on the end table, and the erotic novel on the coffee table.

Bethany chuckled as she watched Rebecca snatch up the evidence and run into a bedroom. “You’re my kind of gal, Rebecca.”

Coming back out a few seconds later, Rebecca confessed; “I know we’re supposed to be comfortable with our sexuality, but I’m not quite ready to show off my toys and books. Not quite yet.”

“What can I do to help get ready for company” Bethany offered.

The two went to the kitchen and started putting things on the counter. The very tall, buxom Bethany towered over little Rebecca.

“ Napkins, cups, plates. I think that’s really all we need?” Bethany surmised. Then she turned to Rebecca, “Girl, your place is amazing, and you need to relax. Go greet your guests. I’ll be done in a minute and we can all just enjoy a meal and celebrate our new friendships.”

Thomas was first to arrive, with Malcolm and Bruce. They weren’t sure how to act, in this posh environment.  Rebecca was very reassuring. “My folks want their little girl taken care of,” she said. “Please don’t hate me for that.”

Bruce just hugged her and thanked her for her willingness to put this impromptu gathering together.

Rebecca deflected; “Bethany was a huge help.”

Michelle and William arrived next. Erika was right behind them.

Just as the pizza delivery arrived, so did Michelle, Alexis, Jackson, and William.

Before they ate, Rebecca got their attention and promised to keep her remarks short; “Thanks for coming over. My roommates are gone home for a few more weeks, so you’re not going to offend them. Stay as late as you want, within propriety; and please, please, don’t anyone talk about anything that happened in our course.”

“What course,” Devon yelled. Which brought a hearty laugh from everyone.

“If you need anything, just ask. Now eat up!” With that, Rebecca and Bethany guided the group through a food line, Bethany pouring drinks and Rebecca standing by with a big smile on her face, exchanging pleasantries with each guest standing in the line.

A couple of classmates were on phones in the hall, making arrangements to clear their other obligations for the rest of the day. No one really knew why, but everyone had an inner sense that this meal was special, and they all had made themselves very vulnerable over the past week.

As the final guests took their plates to the spacious livingroom, Bethany & Rebecca carried the remaining pizza boxes to the coffee table, for anyone wanting more.

Then the two hostesses sat on the floor with the others, and the room was mostly silent.  Whether no one knew what was safe to talk about, or was just too damned starving; they just ate and drank.

Then Michelle let out a huge belch. “Sorry.” She said, and the room erupted in laughter.

Elizabeth finally blurted out; “You’re her!”

Everyone looked at Elizabeth, waiting for context. “You’re that model, Michelle.”

Elizabeth had just finished her third slice, and was paging through the ‘Seventeen’ magazine on the end table.  She held up the tampon ad on the inside cover.

Michelle wanted to hide. Her face turned beet red. She had no way to deflect or deny. Taking a deep breath, she said; “Yeah, I got some gigs last fall, and spent a few months in New York. The modeling agency just kept piling more and more gigs, and I failed 3 of my fall semester courses.”

She finished with saying; “My parents put an end to it. Now I’m focusing totally on my schooling”

Jackson was surprised and delighted. But he couldn’t say anything. One of the hottest upcoming New York models just spent an afternoon having sex with him. Okay, the rest of the room knew that, But they did not know she was a virgin until just hours ago.

Bruce tried to contain his smile. Just the other day, Michelle had deep-throated him. The room all knew that, but Bruce was tortured by the reality that even if he wanted to brag to others about it, he’d get kicked out of college and lose his wrestling scholarship.

William observed; “Looks like we’ve already started playing some real-life ‘Truth or Dare’?”

Erika observed; “I feel honored to be part of this class. The more that is revealed, the more I admire every one of you.”

“Yeah,” Thomas agreed. “We all faced a scary challenge, and chose to trust each other. I’m just glad it’s turned out so well.. so far.”

“I know that’s right,” Alexis spoke up. The whole room went quiet. The shy young woman rarely spoke up. They all knew she wanted to say something, and they patiently waited.

“I unlearned a lot of crap this week. Long pause. My upbringing was a lot different, I was so naïve. So isolated. My mother has a religious wacky opposition to all thing sexual. It wasn’t until this year that I finally started to question so many of my brainwashed assumptions.” What I learned this week… the biggest thing I learned, is that my own sexuality is nothing to punish myself for. I finally started to like the idea of sex.”

Then, turning to Jackson, she added; “Now I absolutely love, love sex!” She winked at him and then took a deep breath and another bite of pizza.

Devon asked the group; “Does anyone else wonder why this class wasn’t even listed on the course catalog?”

“Good point,” Rebecca said. “I got a phone call from Mrs. Garza. That’s how I signed up.”

“Me too,” said a few others.

Bethany added her own observation, “I think the professors are loving the class as much as I have.”

“Oh, yeah!” Devon agreed. “Did you see how she..”

“Stop.” Rebecca interjected.

“You’re right,” Devon said. “We can’t talk about what happened in ‘Vegas’.”

“Better than Vegas,” Thomas said. “Because you’re all much better than Vegas. Vegas is notorious for regrets. I regret nothing. But that’s because of the positive & patient acceptance that each of you have given to the class. I don’t want this course to end.”

“Well, speaking for myself, I’m worn out,” Bruce said, looking at Rebecca, who blushed at his insinuations.

“True,” Elizabeth finally spoke up. “I think we’ve worn the guys out, ladies.  But what’s to stop us from occasionally getting together?”

All eyes perked up. Rebecca broke the silence; “I’d love to have the rest of you over again. Perhaps when we’re all better, shall we say; ‘rested’?”

“Yes!” was the enthusiastic response from all of them.

Then Michelle added; “Let’s keep the same rules in place. We say nothing about what happens at any of our.. ‘pizza parties’?”

“Good call,” Malcolm assured her. “I was close to quitting college and going back to Ireland. I was lonely, homesick. I finally feel like I have something I belong to. That makes all the difference.”

William  noticed a theme in the conversation. “I know we all have one thing in common. We’re all going to finally get this allusive sex Ed credit finally accomplished. But I think a lot more has been accomplished than that; at least for some of us?”

“True, true,” Michelle said, staring into her cup of Pepsi..

There was a long silence, and several girls were looking at Michelle. She looked up and noticed that she especially had the ladies’ rapt attention. They were expecting her to reveal more.

“Okay, I might as well say it.”  A long pause followed. She looked at William. He gave her a warm smile.  She cleared her throat and slowly said; “ Today was my first time.”   A long silence held the room. Devon wondered if William had fucked her in the ass for her first time, but he wisely stayed silent.

“I’m so sorry for my incredulous reaction, Michelle. Did it go okay?” Bethany asked.

“Oh, thanks to my partner, It was heavenly!”  I feel so alive now! It’s like the very first day of a new life! Yay Sex!” Why are you surprised, Bethany?

Well, to be straight forward, you’re; you’re Miss America and Playmate of the Year, all rolled into one. A New York Modeling agency can’t get enough of your gorgeous face & body? How is it that you haven’t gotten any action until this kinky class?” Bethany said. Several others nodded emphatically.

Michelle smiled and said; “Thank you, Bethany. You’re so kind to say those things. My parents had me in an all-girls catholic high school until last Summer. My older brother was my New York chaperone. Between his fierce protectiveness and my overbooked calendar, I had no opportunity to accept any of the dating offers.” Plus, I am picky. I went on dates, but finding someone I can trust my body to.. I want a guy who has some maturity and genuine caring attitude. I like this college, but the very last person I want to share my body with is some sex-crazed frat boy who still has a lot of growing up to do. We need more guys like these here 6 guys. Am I right, girls?” There was universal agreement from the gals.

Devon let out a deep breath and said; “Michelle, you just did so much for me by your courage to open up. Today was my first, as well.”

“Well, it’s not because you’re a lousy lover, Devon,” Bethany said. “After an afternoon with you filling me, I’m a big fan.”

“It’s not just Devon,” Alexys spoke up. All you fellas are absolutely amazing. You’re all great lovers. Attentive, patient, giving, and most of all..” She looked down and turned red in the face.. then blurted out; “Sexy as hell!”

All the ladies raised their cups and Rebecca made a toast; “To the sexy guys!”

As they drank, Jackson smiled to Alexys. She swallowed and said to the group; “Well, I gotta say the obvious. Today was my first, as well.”

Cheers went up at her announcement. Jackson raised his cup and said a toast; “To all these hot, sexy, insatiable babes!”

By zachattack163 for Literotica

By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories.

Lab Three Continues

Demonstration Three

Rebecca was still seated between Bruce’s legs, on the sofa, so she could gently grind her big booty against his cock. As the professors called them up to demonstrate ‘Doggie Style’ Rebecca slowly got up to head toward the mat. As she got up Bruce could only stare and be amazed at Rebecca’s big, round ass. He eventually got up and followed her to the mat where she got down on her hands and knees and presented her big booty to Bruce. Bruce got behind her and just admired her ass for a bit rubbing his hand over her smooth ass.

Devon, having just finished demonstrating his sexual prowess with the amazon goddess, Bethany; went to the newly vacated sofa and laid down with his back against an armrest, and he gestured for Bethany to lay down with her back on his chest. Once reclined, Devon resumed his quiet delight in fondling Bethany’s hefty breasts. While Bethany’s head rested on his shoulder, he nibbled on her ear, until their noises became an obvious distraction. Rather than risk being told to disentangle, he contented himself in softly kneading her breasts, only occasionally pinching a nipple.

Bruce continued to admire Rebecca and he fondled her luscious ass and wet cunt. Inwardly, Bruce was giddy. He thought; ‘Wow this is the best booty I’ve ever seen I can’t believe I get to fuck Rebecca doggy style and just grab on to this huge ass.’ He then got in position behind Rebecca and rubbed his long cock against her slit.

“Come on enough teasing,” Rebecca moaned to him, “I want to feel you inside of me already!” Following her request, Bruce lined up his cock and then started to push it inside Rebecca’s pussy. Rebecca moaned at the intrusion of Bruce’s cock as he kept sliding deeper inside of her. Rebecca couldn’t believe how deep Bruce was getting inside of her; it was definitely the deepest she had ever felt a man inside her before. Bruce grabbed onto Rebecca’s hips and started thrusting away with nice long strokes that she could feel deep inside herself on the upstroke. Rebecca reached down and started playing with her clit while Bruce continued to thrust inside her.

‘God this feels amazing,’ thought Rebecca to herself, ‘Finally another good reason to have a nice big ass. If my big ass gets me fucked like this then I’m going to have to start bending over more and showing it off.’ 

Bruce started to feel a little tension in his balls and started to worry that he was going to cum too soon. However, his worries were calmed down when Mrs. Garza told them it was time to stop. Rebecca moaned in displeasure when she felt Bruce pull his cock all of the way out of her.

“Alright thank you for that demonstration of doggy style. When you’re able, you may sit down.” Mrs Garza instructed.

Demostration Four

Now for the next position we are actually not going to use the mat as we are going to show the sitting position. Now in this position the man sits in a chair and the woman comes up to her seated partner, then straddles him, and lowers herself onto his penis, while facing him. Now in this position the woman has most of the control. The man just sits back and the woman uses his cock to get herself off while he enjoys watching.” She explained. Mr. Garza set a desk chair in the middle of the floor space, facing the sofas.

Looking at the females, Phoebe added; “Ladies, this position is perfect after your man has had a long day and you want to give him a treat. Gals, if you’re horny and your man has just enough to get his cock up, but not much more than that, you can still get your rocks off! It also serves well when you guy needs therapy fucking.”

“What’s that,” Devon wanted to know.

Mrs. Garza told the class; “when someone’s feeling the blues, for whatever reason; sometimes a good screwing can effectively cure the condition.”

“Now for this position why don’t we have Jackson and Alexis demonstrate. Jackson you go ahead and sit in this chair over here.”

“And then, Alexis; you come over to him, and sit on his lap.” Jackson quickly got up and went and sat in the chair that Mr. Garza had set up for him.

Rebecca and Bruce got up and took the sofa that Jackson & Alexis left. Rebecca gestured for Bruce to sit at one end of the sofa, then she laid her head on his lap and stretched her body out on the rest of the sofa. Once situated, she amused herself, exploring his cock while watching the next demonstration. She was quite amused by Bruce’s rippled chest and hard stomach. So much so that he had to remind her to watch the next demonstration.

Alexis then got up to go approach Jackson but as she was walking over Mr. Garza came over to her and whispered in her ear, “Now before you go right ahead and sit on his cock why don’t you give his cock head a little suck. This way he will know you are really excited for him.” Alexis nodded her head to show she understood, and as she continued to approach Jackson at the chair. Mr. Garza have her a firm smack on her nice ass, which, caused her to jump a little in surprise, but she realized she also liked it.

Meanwhile, as Alexis approached the seated Jackson, instead of straddling his lap she went down to her knees and following Mr. Garza’s advice, she took Jackson’s cock in her mouth and sucked hard on his cock head. Jackson moaned in pleasure and surprise as Alexis sucked on his cock for a bit. After taking some time to taste his cock, Mrs. Garza had to remind Alexis to move along to the demonstration for the class. Alexis got up and began to straddle Jackson. Jackson softly placed his hands on Alexis’ shoulders as she situated herself. His 9 inch rod was well-sculpted, with many veins squiggled and bulging along the skin of his glorious shaft. It was aimed directly at her vagina, then she started to slowly lower herself onto Jackson’s cock.

With just his tip in her opening, she felt a firm pressure, followed by a stinging moment, immediately followed by her own downward drop a couple inches lower. She stopped and looked deeply into Jackson’s eyes. Jackson knew.

“Take your time” He whispered in her ear. “We can take a break if you need to.”

She nodded, then kissed him. Their tongues danced together in warm, wet, pleasure. The stinging in her vagina subsided. Jackson stopped the kiss and whispered in her ear again; “Do you need a break?” “Don’t you dare stop” she whispered back. “This is a moment I dreamed of. I want your cock, further inside me, now!”

“My pleasure, it’s my honor to please you.” was Jackson’s reply.

‘Oh my gosh’, Alexis  marveled. ‘Jackson’s cock is so big. I can’t believe how deep he is going inside me.’ She moaned out loud as she felt Jackson slide deep inside of her. After taking most of Jackson’s cock inside her, she had to stop before taking him all the way. She took some time to adjust to Jackson’s cock inside of her.

Jackson meanwhile, loved every minute of Alexis sliding her really tight pussy down on his cock. Her pussy felt so good, gripping his cock. Feeling her pause for a moment Jackson reached around and grabbed hold of Alexis’s firm ass and held her up a bit as she adjusted to his large size. Eventually, Alexis started riding Jackson’s penis again, which caused Jackson to moan and grab Alexis’s ass, then he ran his finger over her anus as he felt her pussy start to massage his dick.

As Alexis bounced up and down on Jackson’s cock, Jackson leaned forward and took one of Alexis’s long nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue across her hard nipple. Alexis moaned as she felt Jackson suck on her hard, sensitive nipple while also enjoying his hands holding on tight to her ass. His index finger on her ‘rosebud’ felt so arousing! Alexis was actually feeling so good that she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm in her vagina. She started moaning harder and grabbing on tighter to Jackson as she bounced more on his dick. Finally she surprising reached a crescendo and had a very powerful orgasm on Jackson’s penis.

Jackson was so surprised to feel Alexis cumming on his dick and loved feeling how tight her pussy got on his cock. Once Alexis finished her orgasm Mrs. Garza interrupted her sexual bliss.

“Well now that Alexis has finished enjoying herself, I think it is time for us to proceed to the next position.”

Demonstration Five

Mrs. Garza then addressed the class again, “Now for the next position we will demonstrate the side-by-side position commonly known as spooning. In this position the woman lies on her side with the man behind her. He then slowly scoots behind her and slowly penetrates her. This position is perfect for a lazy morning when you wake up and feel your man pressing his morning wood into your ass. You then just open your legs a little bit and let him push inside of you. Now to demonstrate this position why don’t we have Erika and Malcolm.”

The two students then got up and proceeded to the mat. Malcolm lingered slightly behind Erika so he could enjoy watching her body. He was amazed that he had never noticed how sexy Erika’s body was; she was all curves, full, heavy 36D breasts and a round healthy ass that fit with her wide 36-inch hips.

Mr. Garza discretely handed Alexis a few paper towels. She and Jackson were still seated in the chair. As the class focused on Malcolm & Erika,, Alexis handed Jackson a couple of the towels, which he then used to discretely wipe his straining rod of Alexis’ vaginal secretions and some blood.  Alexis used another towel to wipe herself clean. She then took Jackson’s hand to help him up, then kissed him again, and whisper; “Thank you so much for that.”

He handed her his wadded up towels and she escorted him to the open sofa, then cuddled up to him, with her head in his chest and her free hand on his 9 inches.

Meanwhile, Erika got down on the mat and lay on her side with her ass sticking out. She then turned back around to look at Malcolm who was standing in awe of her body. Malcolm then shook himself out of his blissful stupor, and went to lie down on the mat behind Erika, reaching to caress her hips. He then got in position behind Erika and rubbed his hard cock against the crack of her ass.

Erika enjoyed feeling Malcolm’s large cock head rubbing against her ass but she wanted to feel him inside of her instead so she slightly lifted her upper leg, and Malcolm took the incentive and lined his cock up with her pussy. Malcolm then took hold of her leg and worked on pushing his penis inside of Erika. It took him a moment to get the head of his penis inside of her, but once he was able to do that, it was easier to slide the rest of his penis inside of her

Erika moaned as she felt Malcolm’s cock enter her. She loved the feel of Malcolm’s large cock head as he slide in and out of her, she especially loved when his large cock head would rub against her G-spot. Erika was quickly feeling herself approaching an orgasm. Malcolm loved thrusting in and out of Erika, especially watching her large ass ripple & bounce against his cock with every thrust.

He also noticed that her upper body weight was rested on her elbow, leaving him an opportunity he just now realized. With his elbow supporting him, he scooted close enough to kiss her shoulder while surprising her unsuspecting tits by some special fondling and pinching. Erika loved feeling Malcolm fondling her sensitive tit and continued moaning under Malcolm’s attentions.

Malcolm loved having a beautiful moaning girl in his arms and he decided he wanted to finish Erika off so he pulled her knee way up, then let go of it and reached around, then started rubbing Erika’s clit. She held onto her raised leg and enjoyed the ride of her life. Between having one of Malcolm’s hands cupping her large, sensitive breast while his other hand rubbed her clit, and having his large cock head bumping against her G-spot, she began having a large very intense orgasm. Erika got an additional thrill from getting to share this pleasure with several spectators.  She delighted in spreading herself out to share her naked body with 12 very entertained eyes.

After Erika stopped shaking from her intense orgasm, Malcolm withdrew his cock from her well-stimulated vagina. Mr. Garza then congratulated Malcolm on successfully giving his partner a very pleasurable orgasm.

Demonstration Six

Mr. Garza then addressed the class once again, “Now it is time for the final position we will demonstrate today, this position is commonly known as reverse cowgirl. Now just like the position that Bethany and Devon demonstrated earlier this position has the man lying on his back with the woman on top. Now where this position differs is that instead of the woman facing the man she faces away from the man when she sits on his penis. The woman can control how she takes the man’s penis. She can control the depth and angle of the man inside of her. If the woman wants to have more pleasure she can lean back into the man.

Now I believe it’s time for our last couple to demonstrate this position so Elizabeth and Thomas why don’t you come up here and show the class this final position?” Elizabeth and Thomas quickly got up from their seats. Antonio and Thomas grabbed the mat and slid it over to the front of the leather sofa. Then he got down on the mat, but with a couple throw pillows propped up against the sofa so he could keep his head elevated, to better enjoy the visuals of this petite gal riding him. His rigid cock was already pointed upwards ready for Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked down and couldn’t believe how thick Thomas’s cock was. She slowly got on her knees at his feet. She bent over and Thomas moaned in pleasure as he felt his fat cock first being licked and sucked by the busty, skinny female. Then, she rose up on crawled up beside him on the mat. A swift moment after that, she swung one leg high over his head and landed it on the mat, straddling him and giving him a preview of her bald pussy.  She rose her torso up, vertical, then moved down to his hips.  She stopped a moment to fondle his ball sack, then grabbed a firm hold of his incredibly thick log. The next thing he felt is wet warmth and his thick cock started to slide into Elizabeth’s pussy. Elizabeth could feel her pussy stretching around Thomas’s thick cock.

‘Oh my gosh this is a fat cock,’ Elizabeth thought to herself, ‘I can’t believe I’m actually taking this cock inside of me.’ Elizabeth continued to moan as she rode Thomas. Thomas took the time to view Elizabeth’s round ass and watched it bounce as she rode him. Her tight pussy felt so good on his cock and he took the opportunity to reach and grab hold of that round booty.

Elizabeth looked back when she felt Thomas’s hand on her ass, “Yeah that’s right grab that ass.” Thomas was further encouraged by Elizabeth’s enthusiasm, he grabbed tighter onto her ass, as she rode him more enthusiastically. Elizabeth leaned back giving Thomas the perfect opportunity to fondle her large chest. She loved the feeling of Thomas groping her chest while one hand was still holding tight to her ass. Though his cock was thick the fact that it was a little shorter meant the head of his cock was aimed right at her G-spot, which was driving her crazy and bringing her closer to an orgasm.

She grabbed the hand that was holding on to her ass and brought it around to her pussy. Thomas got the hint and immediately started rubbing her clit. A moment later he slid his upper hand down from her nipple, and rubbed his thumb against her anus. This was too much for Elizabeth and she immediately started to cum hard on Thomas’s cock.

“Well, now that Elizabeth and Thomas have shown us the final position of the day I think it’s time we finish the lesson plan we designed for today,” Mrs. Garza told the class.

After the students were introduced to six different intercourse positions, by their classmates, the professors compassionately provided them Lab Four, to both prove their mastery of the curriculum, and to relieve themselves of some very, very pent up sexual passions.

Lab Four

Mr. Garza then said, “Alright I think it’s time for the rest of you all to finish what you were doing earlier. I want each of you to get back together with your current lab partner, and continue practicing the position you demonstrated for the class.” The students didn’t need to be told twice and they all quickly got back into the position they had demonstrated for the class.

The students were encouraged to work on their further mastery of the demonstration material.  The demonstrated sex positions were assigned as follows:

·      Michelle & William – Missionary

·      Bethany & Devon - Cowgirl

·      Rebecca & Bruce - Doggie

·      Alexis & Jackson - Seated

·      Erika & Malcolm - Spooning

·      Elizabeth & Thomas - Reverse Cowgirl

The teachers then walked around the class, to see how well their students had been learning their lessons. Mr. Garza walked by William and Michelle.

Michelle wanted to try the reverse cowgirl position. She was working hard to get his cock back inside her tight recently-virgin vagina. Once he was inside, she took her time with slow, shallow thrusts, slowly getting him deeper and deeper inside her. Michelle saw Mr. Garza watching them, with his stiff cock. It was pointed out because he was so aroused by the many demonstrations. Having popped her cherry at last, she felt free. She felt adventurous.

So Michelle looked up at her teacher and boldly asked, “Mr. Garza, can I suck on your cock for a bit?” Mr. Garza was shocked at his student’s brazen request but he was so turned on he couldn’t resist her request. He stepped up to her and offered his hard cock to his attractive young student. Michelle immediately took the opportunity to take her teacher’s rock hard cock in her mouth. She loved the feeling of having William pushing his thick cock into her pussy while her teacher’s cock filled her mouth.

William reached down and used his middle finger to ‘rim’ her stretched out cunt, along the side of his massive log. Once his finger was fully soaked, he used it to rub her anal ‘rosebud’. She reached around to take his finger, and she pushed it into her tight anus. All the while she was sucking vigorously on the professor’s long cock. She used some tongue on his underside, which set him on a rapid course for exploding in her mouth.

Mr. Garza couldn’t believe what his young student was doing to his cock. ‘Oh my god, this girl may be just a teenager but man does she know how to give head. I’m definitely going to have to try this some more later, But right now I better pull out before I cum in her mouth.’ Mister Garza slowly withdrew his cock from Michelle’s mouth. Michelle had a look of disappointment on her face as her teacher pulled out of her mouth.

Mr. Garza looked back down at his student and said, “That was amazing, but why don’t you help out William now. It looks like he’s really enjoying your pussy.”

Michelle was so proud that she just had all three openings filled at the same time, but wanted to follow her professor’s instructions. She looked over her shoulder at William and then quickly announced; “I’m switching positions!” She spun 180 degrees and straddled facing him, but leaned down, so she could kiss him deeply.

She then said to him, “Come on stud. Fuck me hard with that big cock!” William smiled in appreciation and continued his upward thrusting while continuing to kiss Michelle. He also brought his hands up to hold on to her full, firm breasts and used his fingers to play with her nipples. This drove Michelle crazy and she once again slammed her cunt on William’s cock repeatedly, to push his cock deeper inside of her tight pussy.

Bruce had gone back to intensely fucking Rebecca, Doggie style.  Grabbing tight on to her wide hips, he was already feeling the tension in his balls again. He didn’t want to cum before he got Rebecca off. He pushed his cock all the way inside Rebecca getting a deep moan from her. He then reached up to start flicking her clit while he rammed his penis deep inside of her vagina. Both these sensations were driving Rebecca crazy and she reached one hand up to grope her firm tit making sure to pinch her nipple in a pleasurable way. She then started to have an intense orgasm on Bruce’s cock.

Bruce could feel Rebecca cumming on his cock and just held on tight to her thick ass while she enjoyed herself. Once she was mostly done with her orgasm he gave her fat ass a firm slap, watching it shake. Rebecca moaned and shook again from feeling Bruce spank her nice booty.

She then looked at Bruce and said, “Come on and fuck me hard! I want to feel that nice cock of yours cumming inside of me.” Let’s switch, she said, as she dropped & rolled over in a ball, her knees tucked up to her shoulders. She then extended a slender leg on each side of his torso, in one swift motion. Now he was on top of her, between her legs. Her swollen wet pussy hole open wide for him. His cock descended deep in her, as he laid on her chest and kissed her mouth in a most slobbering wet fashion as his cock got reacquainted with her hot cunt. Bruce then arched back up on his hands, and resumed his hard thrusts while watching Rebecca’s pert tits and tall nipples bounce each time.

Mrs. Garza was really enjoying watching her students, and after watching Michelle suck on Mister Garza’s hard penis, she decided that she wanted to be a more active participant. She then walked over where Bethany was riding Devon’s huge cock. Between the gal’s F cup boobs, and the guy’s 10 inch rod, the scene looked like a porn flick. Devon had taken the idea from Thomas, and propped up his back against a sofa, to get a better sight of Bethany’s ‘Amazonian body’.

Mrs. Garza walked over and knelt down facing Devon from the side, before saying, “So how does it feel to have a super stacked girl riding your big cock?”

Devon turned to see his hot naked teacher sitting beside him and said, “Oh my god this feels amazing,” as he enjoyed Bethany’s bouncing strokes on his large cock.

“Here; let me make it even better for you. Enjoy!” Mrs. Garza said as she leaned up and put her large breasts in the face of the well-hung nerd. Devon couldn’t resist and immediately took Mrs. Garza’s large breast in his mouth, sucking on her sensitive nipple. Mrs. Garza was loving the attention that her student was giving to her large 36 Double D breasts, and started rubbing herself between her legs, surprised to find how wet she already was. After a moment of Devon sucking her breasts she pulled them away from her student and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Now what you just did to me, I want you to do to her,” she said pointing to Bethany as she continued to ride Devon’s cock. Devon took the initiative and brought himself up to suck on Bethany’s very large breasts. While he started sucking on Bethany’s pendulous, swaying breasts; he also started to drive his cock up into her pussy more, which made Bethany moan more. Bethany loved all the attention that Devon was giving to her. Not only were her tits enormous, they were very sensual and sensitive to arousal.

She had been close already, but feeling Devon sucking on her full breasts, while he pushed his long, fat cock into her; was too much, and she started shaking from one of the best orgasms of her life.

Bruce was back to pounding full force into Rebecca, while admiring her shapely backside, and could feel his balls lifting again. He moaned to Rebecca, “I’m so close!” Rebecca just said, “Come on! I want to feel that cock cumming inside me!”

That was too much for Bruce and he pushed his cock deep into Rebecca one last time, Filling her with his cum. Feeling Bruce cumming inside of her, gave Rebecca another small satisfying orgasm.

Hearing Bruce’s orgasmic grunts with Rebecca; Alexis renewed her efforts to bounce on Jackson’s cock, sitting on the same chair where her cherry was popped, several minutes ago. Alexis whispered into Jackson’s ear, “I can feel you getting fatter inside of me.”

“That’s because I’m about to cum,” responded Jackson.

“Oh yeah, I want to feel you cum inside of me,” moaned Alexis. Jackson then grabbed Alexis’s hips and pushed her all the way on to his cock before cumming deep inside of her.

Feeling Jackson’s long cock spurting cum inside of her, quickly drove Alexis over the edge and she had another very intense orgasm on Jackson’s ejaculating penis.

Having never had to disrupt their demonstration earlier, Elizabeth was still bouncing her round, firm ass on Thomas’s cock. She was loving her reverse cowgirl position, leaning back even more than before, until her back was resting on his chest.

And to take advantage of the situation, Thomas now had his hands groping her large tits. Having Thomas’s hands on her breasts while his fat cock head was still hitting her G-spot, was getting to be too much for Elizabeth, and she could feel herself getting close to cumming again.

“I’m going to cum again,” Elizabeth moaned to Thomas.

“Good cause I’m about to pop,” Thomas groaned back to her. Hearing this, Elizabeth moved a little higher so she could get Thomas’s fat cock deeper inside of her. Feeling Elizabeth’s tight pussy gripping him harder again, Thomas took his hands off of Elizabeth’s tits and instead took a stiff hold of her firm, round ass; pressing a thumb firmly down on her anus. All of a sudden Elizabeth moaned very loudly, and came again on Thomas’s cock. This time, feeling Elizabeth’s spasming pussy gripping his cock was too much and he started firing off his cum into the tight, petite girl.

While half of the students had finished their lesson; Mrs. Garza was standing off behind the Leather sofa, observing the other couples still going at it, while she absent-mindedly stroked her wet pussy. She suddenly felt her husband behind her, as he pressed his rock hard cock against her shapely asshole.

“Wow feels like you have something very hard and stiff back there?” Mrs. Garza moaned to her husband, as she rubbed her ass against his cock.

“Why yes this is very hard and stiff,” he responded to her. “Do you have anywhere soft and wet that I might store it?” Mr. Garza said to his wife.

“Yes I think I have the perfect soft, wet place to store that,” Mrs. Garza said to her husband, as she leaned over, placing her elbows on the backrest of the sofa. She slightly adjusted her position and spread her legs, then rotated her ass, so that her husband could slide his hard cock inside of her, which is exactly what he did. However, once he was inside of her, instead of thrusting he just left his hard cock inside of her while massaging her big tits; as they continued to watch the students fucking in front of them.

Devon was really enjoying having his cowgirl, Bethany, bounce on his large cock, while he feasted on her impressive chest.

“Oh my gosh, you have such a huge cock,” Bethany moaned to Devon. “Oh, yeah, keep licking my nipples, I’m about to cum all over your cock!” Devon then renewed his efforts to push his cock and it didn’t take very long before Bethany had a very intense orgasm on Devon’s big cock. Devon was already very close to cumming, but having Bethany cum so hard on his cock was too much for Devon, and he started spurting his cum up into Bethany’s vagina.

Bethany was amazed to feel Devon’s cock actually get bigger inside of her, and then she felt his cum shooting in her. She loved feeling him cumming inside of her, and felt that her orgasm actually intensified, when he started shooting inside her. Bethany then relaxed laying her body on top of Devon while his cock still throbbed inside her.

Malcolm invited Erika to lay beside him on the chaise lounge, to consumate their demonstration. She loved the elevated view and the ability to observe the rest of the classmates. Malcolm was still busy pounding Erika’s vagina in the spoon position while he held one of her heavy, sensitive tits in his hand. His other hand was busy between Erika’s legs while he rubbed her throbbing clit. “Are you doing okay?” he asked. “Hell, yeah! Gawd, it’s like watching 5 porn videos at once, while getting my pussy screwed at the same time!”

 Several of the students heard the blunt remark and laughed themselves further into orgasmic bliss.

Malcolm then felt Erika cum again, for what had to be the third or fourth time.

‘Man; this girl cums so easy,’ Malcolm thought to himself, ‘I love feeling her cum on my cock and she just keeps shaking with pleasure. I love the way her big ass clenches when she cums. It just makes her look so sexy.’ Malcolm could also feel himself getting close to cumming, and he decided to let Erika know he was close.

“Just keep going don’t pull your cock out of me. I want to feel you shooting inside me,” Erika moaned to Malcolm. Malcolm renewed his efforts, removing his hand from Erika’s clit and grabbing her wide hip instead, while he pounded into her harder. Malcolm felt himself reach the point of no return and he pushed his cock deep into Erika and let go. Erika could feel Malcolm’s cock cumming inside her and it sent her over the edge again and she had one more powerful orgasm.

Michelle and William were laid down in their missionary, but managed to roll over two times, but staying penetrated. He embraced her and they were locked in a wet kiss while still grinding their pelvises. She moaned hard into William’s ears after she came for the second time during their current lab assignment. She was amazed at how well William could fuck her.

“Oh my gosh, that felt so good, William. Are you getting close to cumming?” Michelle asked her partner. William nodded his head slightly. Michelle had guessed that he was getting close because she could feel him getting fatter inside her tight pussy.

“Come on William, you’ve already made me cum twice. I want to feel that big cock spurting inside of me. Give it to me stud!” Michelle told William.

Feeling more confident and turned on by Michelle’s words, William started pumping his cock in and out of Michelle’s pussy faster. Michelle felt William moving faster inside of her, and wrapped her legs tight around his body. Michelle could feel herself getting closer to a third orgasm as William fucked her harder.

All the sudden William forced his penis all the way inside of Michelle’s tight vagina and started unloading his cum. Michelle couldn’t believe how hard William was cumming inside of her. She could feel every lance of his cum, as it shot out of his cock. The pleasure was too much for her, and she started cumming on William’s cock again. William could feel Michelle’s pussy grabbing his cock, as she orgasmed again, and it felt like her vagina was trying to pull the semen out of his cock. As Michelle started to feel herself come down from her orgasm, she could tell that William was still spurting inside of her.

‘Oh my god! I didn’t know guys could shoot this much cum. This feels amazing! I’m so glad he’s enjoying me so much.’ Eventually William was done cumming and he relaxed on top of Michelle. Michelle reached up to caress William’s hair while his penis continued to throb inside of her.

To be continued.

By zachattack163 for Literotica

By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories.

Lab One was done, and 6 students reclined in their chairs, in the bliss of post-orgasm. The professors, Phoebe & Antonio Garza, were admiring the success of their well-prepared lesson plan. But they need things to move along and keep the class on schedule. The professors marked some charts as the students participated in Lab One. They were graded on how well they followed both the instruction and the demonstration that the professors provided.

Lab Two

The 12 students were in the same pairs, for this 2nd lab, as they were for the 1st. The partners were as follows:

·      Erika & Jackson.

·      Rebecca & Devon.

·      Alexis & Thomas.

·      Bethany & William.

·      Michelle & Bruce.

·      Elizabeth & Malcolm.

Everyone else in the class began to switch with their partners and soon the classroom was once again filled with the sounds of people moaning in pleasure.

Rebecca was working hard to get much of Devon’s huge cock in her mouth and was just marveling at how big he was. ‘Wow, I’m definitely going to have to feel this pussy stretcher in me at some point,’ thought Rebecca.

Devon was just laying back and enjoying the attention Rebecca was paying to his cock. He had never had a girl touch his cock and now one of the best looking girls on campus was sucking him off. He knew he wouldn’t last very long and so he looked down to admire Rebecca’s big ass before once again focusing on her big green eyes as she serviced his cock.

Jackson was so turned on that he knew he was going to finish very quickly, after Erika put his cock in her mouth. Erika wasn’t the best at giving a blowjob but Jackson was so pent up he didn’t even care, and looking down behind her head to see her nice round ass. He got distracted as he saw her big tits bouncing while she bobbed on his cock. It was too much for Jackson, and he tapped Erika on the shoulder and moaned, “Oh god, yes!” as he began ejaculating in Erika’s mouth. Erika, surprised at the quickness of Jackson’s orgasm, quickly began trying to swallow his semen.

Alexis was working really hard to get Thomas’s fat cock in her mouth but she was having trouble getting past the head. Thomas realizing her difficulty grabbed her head so she would look up at him and told her, “That’s okay just keep sucking on my head and looking at me. That will be enough to get me off.” She looked up at him with her big brown doe eyes and just continued licking the head of his fat cock.

Malcolm decided that he wanted to pay attention to Elizabeth’s big breasts first. So he started licking one of her nipples while fondling the other tit, while his other hand got busy between Elizabeth’s legs, fingering her. Malcolm still couldn’t believe that such a short skinny girl could have such big tits but he realized they were definitely real as he was fondling them. Hearing Elizabeth’s moaning getting louder he realized that he should start licking her pussy soon before he made her cum just from fingering her, so he got between her widely-parted legs and began licking away.

Bethany was enjoying William’s efforts as he licked away at her pussy. ‘Wow! William is pretty good at eating pussy. Definitely better than I would have expected.’ Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice behind her.

“Here, William; let me help you out a bit,” she turned around to see Mr. Garza standing behind her. Mr. Garza then reached around and cupped one of Bethany’s huge boobs in each of his hands.

He then began fondling Bethany’s large tits and said, “Wow Bethany you have such nice breasts and I can tell that they are real, which is very nice to see with breasts this large.” Bethany just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of William licking her pussy while her teacher fondled her huge tits in his strong hands. All the sudden the combined pleasure of what the two men were doing to her was too much, and Bethany felt herself began to experience one of the best orgasms she had ever had, as she moaned loud enough for the entire class to hear.

Hearing Bethany’s orgasmic moans and feeling Bruce’s tongue and middle finger inside of her, was too much for Michelle as she started a very powerful orgasm. Bruce felt Michelle’s already tight pussy get even tighter on his finger, as she started orgasming and he continued to lick her rock-hard clit through her orgasm.

Rebecca’s continued assault on Devon’s huge cock was too much and he moaned, “Oh please don’t stop.” Rebecca gave the big cock a few more bobs before she felt his testicles tense up in her hand, and immediately pulled up so just the head of Devon’s cock was in her mouth as he began ejaculating.

After all the attention Malcolm had given her, and all the stimulation of sex moans going through the room, Elizabeth could no longer take it. She grabbed Malcolm’s head and pushed it between her legs and started cumming like crazy, having her legs shake a bit in the process.

Alexis was still working on Thomas’s fat cock head and her attentions were getting him very close. He told her, “Oh god, Alexis don’t stop, you’re doing so well. Oh! I’m so close, keep going Alexis.” Following his encouragement Alexis started sucking at his cock head harder while her tongue found the sensitive underside of his glans. She was rewarded with a large load of cum very quickly. She worked at swallowing all of Thomas’s semen while he continued to cum in her mouth. Eventually, the excess ran down her chin. As his explosions subsided, she gave the underside of his tip one last tickle. Thomas pleaded; “Stop!”

Alexis slid back off his tip, causing an audible smacking sound. Then she looked into his eyes with a sultry smile; while slowly scooping his excess spunk from her chin with her finger. Unaware that the entire classroom was watching her, she slowly lifted her frosted finger to her tongue and licked all the icing off, then inserted her wet finger deep into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. Then she winked at him.

Silence continued in the room, until the professor spoke.

“All right, now that everyone has reached a satisfying orgasm, you are free to leave,” Mr. Garza told the class.

“Now remember if at any point you want to practice what you have learned you are free to practice with one of your classmates,” Mrs. Garza reminded the students as they started getting dressed and getting all of their stuff together. “No one is required to do anything outside these structured labs. And please; do not discuss anything from these labs with anyone, even each other. What happens here, stays here. You all want your privacy respected.” When the students were dressed, Mr. Garza pressed the button by the chalkboard, and remotely unlocked the classroom doors.

Session Two Dismissed

As the students left the classroom, several of them pulled out phones and asked for their lab partner’s numbers.

Professor Phoebe felt her Antonio come up behind her, and press his once again rock hard cock, against her round ass. He then reached up to cup one of her large tits in each of his strong hands.

“So what did you think about that lesson?” he asked Phoebe, as he fondled her breasts while rubbing his hard cock against the crack of her large ass. “It certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself when you were sucking on Malcolm’s huge cock head. I might have to punish you for that later,” he added as he whispered in her ear.

“As I recall, you enjoy the fact that I enjoy having a cock in my mouth,” she responded, as she grounded her ass harder into his cock. “Besides it’s not like you weren’t enjoying yourself when you were holding on to Bethany’s huge tits while William was licking her pussy.”

“Well I was just following your example,” he said to his wife. “Now why don’t you go over to the table and bend over so you can receive your punishment.”

“Yes sir,” Phoebe responded to her husband’s discipline fantasy, as she moved to bend over the teacher’s table while shaking her shapely rear end enticingly. Antonio then walked over to his wife. He admired her firm round ass while rubbing one hand up and down her cheek enjoying the smoothness of her skin. He then brought his hand back to give her a firm but pleasurable smack on her ass. Phoebe yelped slightly as she enjoyed the ‘punishment’. Antonio gave his wife’s fantastic ass a couple more spanks before bringing his large cock up and smacking his cock against his wife’s ass.

“Oh babe enough teasing I really need it now,” Phoebe moaned to her husband, her pussy was practically dripping after the display in the classroom and the teasing spanks from her husband. With very little warning, Antonio quickly shoved his large cock into her pussy.

“Oh yeah babe give me that big fuck pole!” Phoebe yelled. Antonio had his head back enjoying the fantastic sensations of his wife’s tight pussy grabbing his thick cock. He then looked back down to see her nice round ass bounce each time he thrust his cock deep inside of her.

“Wow baby you just have such a nice ass, I love this view,” he said.

“Here let me show you how you can enjoy the view even more,” she said back to her husband as she placed her hand on his hip so he would stop thrusting for a moment. Antonio stopped his thrusting, just leaving a bit of his cock still in his wife and watched as she proceeded to back her ass up on his cock before getting into a rhythm so that she was bouncing her round ass on her well-hung man.

“Oh yeah babe how’s that view? Are you working up a big load for me?” she asked.

“Oh yeah baby I’m definitely working up a huge load for you in these big balls of mine,” he responded.

“Oh babe, give it to me I want to feel you shoot your nut up inside of me. Come on give me your nut,” Phoebe begged. All the pleasure and encouragement was too much for Antonio and he pushed his large cock as far as it would go into his buxom lover, while reaching up to grab her swinging tits in his hands. He then unloaded his pent up cum into her with extreme force.

“Oh yeah babe, I can feel you shooting it all inside me. I’m going to cum too!” Phoebe wailed as she started having and orgasm. She could feel her pussy grabbing Antonio’s ejaculating penis as she had one of the best orgasms of her life. Phoebe couldn’t believe how much cum he was shooting into her, Wow he must have really enjoyed the students’ display if he’s cumming this hard, she thought to herself. Eventually, Phoebe’s orgasm wained, and Antonio pulled out his exhausted cock from his sex-goddess wife.

Phoebe then turned to look at her man and said, “Wow babe, I thought you shot a lot of cum into my mouth earlier, but that was a huge load. I can still feel it deep in my pussy.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened, but it felt so good to shoot that much cum in you. I guess seeing all those students performing oral sex was more stimulation than I realized. I can’t wait for these sessions to continue. I especially can’t wait until we get to the end of the class and we get an opportunity to fuck the students,” he said.

“Yeah I know what you mean. After seeing all of those girls sucking the boys’ cocks I can’t wait to try having those young cocks inside me,” she said.

“Well now, time to prepare for the next lesson.”

Session Three

Devon greeted his classmates in the hall of the building, He was surprised at being the last student to arrive. His nerd reputation might just took a direct hit. But he was happy to be greeted so warmly by all of them. And especially when Rebecca, his lab partner from last session, winked at him.

All of the students were waiting outside the classroom door when the lock buzzed and opened for them.

As they filed in and walked down the many steps toward the front, Mr. Garza counted all 12 students, then pressed the button again and the locks clicked. Then the classmates began stripping off their clothes in excited anticipation of what today’s sex lesson would hold. Once all the students were completely naked and situated on the sofas, Mr. and Mrs. Garza stood to greet their students completely nude.

“I want to commend the entire class on both your presentation and deportment in the last session.” Mrs. Garza said. “You all seem to keep very good personal hygiene. That’s essential. And you all demonstrated kindness, patience, and encouragement to one another. We can’t say enough just how essential that is to positive and pleasurable human sexuality.”

“We hope that continues,” Mr. Garza added; “and you all spare us the uncomfortable duty of speaking to you personally about either your hygiene, or your unconstructive interactions with others in the class.”

“Now class I’m sure some of you are already anticipating this, but, today we will be talking about sexual intercourse, or what is commonly referred to simply as sex,” Mrs. Garza said to the class.

“I’m sure most of you know this but, sexual intercourse is when the man puts his penis inside the woman’s vagina,” Mr. Garza said to the class as his own penis had reached full erection from seeing his attractive young female students naked.

“I’m sure most of you know, sexual intercourse is how a man gets a woman pregnant, but I know all the young ladies in this class are taking their birth control so we won’t have to worry about that,” Mrs. Garza commented to the class, “and let me tell you young ladies it a very good thing that you are on birth control because feeling a man’s penis ejaculating inside of you is an amazing experience.”

“Another thing to note about sexual intercourse is there are a number of different positions you can have sex in,” said Mr. Garza.

“We believe that it would be too difficult for just the two of us to show you all the different sexual positions. So after the fantastic results of last class period, we decided that we will pair all of you up so that you can show your classmates all the different positions,” Mrs. Garza told the class. This caused quite a bit of excitement amongst the students, as they were surprised and intrigued that they would get to have sex with their classmates so quickly.

Mr. Garza addressed the class, “so what we will do now is pair each of you with a new partner. Once we pair you with your partner we want the two of you to get together and start arousing each other. Once all of you are properly aroused for sex then we will let you know what position you and your partner are going to demonstrate for the class.”

Lab Three

“Now let’s figure out what these partnerships are going to be,” Mrs. Garza said excitedly. “Now, let’s have;

·      Rebecca & Bruce.

·      Bethany & Devon.

·      Erika & Malcolm.

·      Alexis & Jackson.

·      Michelle & William.

·      Elizabeth & Thomas.

Well these all seem like good partnerships. Now get together with your assigned partner, and remember what we learned from our previous lessons, and use those techniques to arouse your partner, sexually. Alright, chop chop; go get together and find a place to sit with your partner.” All the students got up from their sofas and proceeded to meet up with the student they had been partnered with. For most of them, their bashfulness came back, and this was a reality check. They were expected to immediately be affectionate and spontaneous, without the direct coaching of the professors, to blame it on.

Mr. and Mrs. Garza started to walk around the classroom to observe how their students were preparing for the next part of the lesson. Eventually, the 6 pairs found ways to get past all inhibitions, and the foreplay was well underway.

Jackson was gently sucking on one of Alexis’s pert nipples, while one of his hands was busy between her legs fingering her. Alexis, for her part, had her hand wrapped around Jackson’s erect cock, and was slightly stroking it, but seemed more occupied with what Jackson was doing to her.

Bethany and Devon were intensely making out, while Devon had one of his hands fondling Bethany’s huge breast, Bethany was busy using two hands to stroke Devon’s long, fat cock.

Michelle had already taken William’s cock in her mouth, and was giving him a relaxed blowjob, while also having one of her hands in between her own legs, rubbing her clit, to make sure she was prepared for her first cock.

Thomas seemed to have a similar idea to Michelle, as he was in between Elizabeth’s legs licking away at her pussy while the short, stacked student gently fondled her 34D breasts. Thomas also had one hand wrapped around his thick cock, to make sure it stayed hard for Elizabeth.

By far, one of the most interesting ways the students were practicing foreplay was Rebecca and Bruce. Rebecca had positioned her backside so that she was grinding her large, fat ass into Bruce’s cock while he had one hand reaching around grabbing one of Rebecca’s firm 34B breast while his other hand was reached around, busy between her legs fingering her very wet pussy.

Finally they observed the last couple, as Erika had Malcolm’s very fat cock head in her mouth, and seemed to be sucking on it, quite successfully. Not to be outdone though, Malcolm had one hand busy between Erika’s legs, as he eagerly fingered her, while using the other hand to hold onto, and gently massage one of Erika’s large, heavy tits.

As they watched their students please and arouse each other, Mrs. Garza reached out to grab hold of her husband’s cock, to find it as hard as she could ever remember feeling it. She gave her husband’s hard 9-inch shaft, several short strokes before she addressed the class again.

Missionary Position

“Alright, now that everyone seems properly aroused, I think it’s time to proceed to the next part of the lesson.” Her ‘professor’ voice seemed to bring the students out of a sexually induced stupor, and they all turned to pay attention to their buxom teacher.

“Now the first position we are going to demonstrate is called the missionary position. This is one of the most common positions in the world, and is very popular. Now for this position the woman lies on her back with her legs spread, while the man gets in position on top of her, so they are face-to-face. Once the man is in position between the woman’s legs he slides his penis inside of her. In this position he is free to kiss the woman on her lips, or if he so desires he can pay attention to and kiss her breasts; or sometimes just to look into her eyes.”

The six paired-off couples continued to fondle each other while the lecture continued; “Now since the woman is underneath the man, she doesn’t have the ability to move as much, but she can still kiss and make out with the man. Also, something that both partners find enjoyable in this position is when the woman wraps her legs around the man and brings his hips closer to her. This helps to pull the man’s penis deeper inside the woman, and lets the man know how much she is enjoying him,” Mrs. Garza told the class.

“Now let’s see who should our first couple be? I think that we will have William and Michelle start us off with our demonstrations.”

Demonstration One

Michelle gave William’s fat cockhead one last good suck, before she stood up. William eventually got up, still in a bit of a daze from Michelle’s fantastic blowjob. He looked up to see Michelle walking toward the tumbling mat, that the teachers had put out for the demonstration. She turned around to look at him, and when she noticed he wasn’t following her, she shook her ass a bit to entice him to follow her. William quickly awoke from his trance by the giggles of the classmates, then got up and followed Michelle over to the mat.

Michelle laid down on the mat on her back and spread her legs a bit to show William what he was aiming for. Michelle had a beautiful brown landing strip of pubic hair on her otherwise shaved pussy. Her outer labia was thick and engorged even wider, from the foreplay and anticipation.

William was very excited for this part of the lab, and quickly got between Michelle’s spread legs. As he was about to plunge his cock inside her he felt a hand on his shoulder. He quickly turned around almost getting one of Mrs. Garza’s golden breasts straight in his mouth.

Mrs. Garza crouched down with him and said, “Now before you just shove your cock inside Michelle you need to make sure she is ready for you.” Mrs. Garza then reached down and grabbed William’s thick cock. “Well, I see Michelle definitely got you ready for her. That’s one hard cock you have, now. So what you should do first is gently rub the tip of your cock against her vagina to make sure she is wet and ready for you. Like this,” and with that she took William’s cock and began rubbing it against Michelle’s slit. William could feel Michelle’s wetness spread across his cock head. Michelle began to moan as she felt William’s fat cockhead rub against her slit especially when Mrs. Garza pushed William’s cock against her clit.

“Class, circle around and observe.” Mr. Garza added; “Take note of Michelle’s wide-set labia. As a female becomes very aroused, her outer labia becomes puffier and slightly more wide-set. It’s yet another way to affirm that she’s ready for intercourse.” Mrs. Garza gently squeezed Michelle’s engorged labia to emphasize the point.

Mrs. Garza stood back up and said, “Well it seems like she’s ready for you, William. Why don’t you give it a try.” William then grabbed his thick hard cock and lined it up with Michelle’s vagina. As he tried to push in he couldn’t get it in so he pulled back and tried again. On the second try he was only able to get the head of his cock inside Michelle and she cried out as she felt his fat cock head enter her pussy. The other partners were standing above the demonstration, and couldn’t see the bit of blood trickle down Michelle’s labia. They had no clue she was ending her virginity in front of the classmates and professors.

William knew. He stopped for a moment and laid his body gently onto her, his cheek pressed against hers. “Are you okay?” he whispered softly. “Oh, gawd, yes!” She softly assured him. Now don’t draw attention to my secret, and let’s have a good slow fuck. I need to pass this class.” Then she grabbed his face and opened her mouth to give him her tongue, in a sloppy, arousing exchange.

Eventually, William’s cock hungered to go deeper. Eventually his cock resumed it’s descension. ‘Holy cow! her pussy is so tight I can barely get my cock inside her,’ William thought to himself. ‘Let me just go slowly at first and let her adjust to my cock.’ William began slowly moving his cock in and out of Michelle’s pussy getting a little deeper each time.

“That’s real good” she assured him. “You’re doing just fine. I’m loving this!”

Eventually he was able to get all of his cock inside Michelle. As he felt her pussy adjust to his large intruder, he raised up off her chest and looked down at Michelle, then softly asked if she was okay.

“I’m more than okay, this feels amazing and you feel really big inside of me,” Michelle said in a sultry voice, as she looked up into William’s bright blue eyes.

“That’s because you’re really wonderfully tight,” William moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of Michelle’s tight vagina.

“Remember what Mrs. Garza said. Don’t forget about the rest of me.” Michelle reached and grabbed his hands and brought them up to her firm full breasts, so he could fondle them while he continued to fuck her.

Michelle loved the feeling as William grabbed tight onto her tits, as he continued thrusting his large cock deep inside of her. As William got more into his thrusts, Michelle got even more excited, and wrapped her legs around William, to push him even deeper inside her tight pussy, while he continued to make out with her.

After a while of doing this, Mr. Garza interrupted their passionate lovemaking, “Alright you two. I think that’s enough for the demonstration. Why don’t you two disengage so we can continue with the rest of the lesson.”

William and Michelle looked up from their position on the mat looking up at their teacher very, very disappointedly.

“I know, I know. But don’t worry, you’ll have an opportunity to continue this once the rest of the demonstrations are done. Well, for our next demonstration, Bethany & Devon, stay here. And the other partners can return to the sofas. Why don’t we try woman-on-top position, commonly known as the cowgirl position. Now in this position the man lies on his back while the woman gets on top of him, and inserts his penis inside of her vagina.”

Mrs. Garza handed some paper towels to Michelle, as Mr. Garza continued his lecture. Michelle handed William some of them and he slowly raised onto all fours. Michelle swiftly wiped herself and wadded the spent towels. Then William reached in to slide his towels along the length of his still-rigid shaft and tip. She took his towel and prepared to eventually get up.

They heard Mr. Garza continue his instructions; “Devon and Bethany will demonstrate this position for us.” Bethany and Devon were standing next to each other; Devon’s arm around Bethany’s ass-cheek. as Bethany stroked Devon’s long, fat cock while Devon was gently fingering Bethany’s vagina, which was very wet.

Bethany stepped forward when she heard Mr. Garza call hers and Devon’s names. She gently pulled Devon along with her, by his very hard cock, as a dog is walked on a leash. As they reached the mat, Bethany gently pushed Devon down so he was lying on his back. Bethany then straddled, facing Devon, and adjusted into position above his towering huge cock.

Mr. Garza asked William & Michelle to sit down and recoup on the leather sofa next to the Chaise Lounge. William led Michelle to the sofa and lay down on his side. Then he patted the cushion, gesturing for her to lay with him. She gladly accepted his suggestion and they ‘cuddled’ for the next demonstration.

Demonstration Two

‘Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m about to sit on this huge dick,’ Bethany thought to herself. She reached down to grab Devon’s rock hard cock and rubbed the head gently against her slit. ‘Holy crap he’s not even inside me yet and feels so huge against the outside of my pussy.’ Eventually she took a hold of Devon’s cock and began sliding her pussy on to it. She couldn’t believe how big he immediately felt inside of her.

For Devon’s part, he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure, as he felt Bethany’s tight pussy pulling his cock into her. Devon reached up to caress Bethany’s pendulous breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs.

‘Holy shit, this is a huge cock,’ Bethany thought, as she continued to take more of Devon’s big cock into her pussy. ‘And he’s driving me wild with his fingers on my nipples!’ Eventually she felt like she had most of his cock inside her, and she began to pull back up, and started to ride his cock. While Devon was definitely enjoying the sensation of Bethany riding his cock, he slid both hands down to caress her hips and try to enhance her rhythm with a bit of his own movement. He couldn’t resist staring up and watching Bethany’s huge 32F breasts sway while she rode his huge cock.

Bethany looked down at Devon and said, “You know this position is perfect for grabbing my tits. Mine are very, very sensitive. Here let me help you.” She then reached down to grab his arms and brings his hands back up to her large breasts. “Oh yeah, fuck that feels good. I love when a guy plays with my tits and it’s even better because you have a huge fucking cock,” Bethany moaned as Devon fondled her huge tits, making sure to also rub her hard, stiff nipples. Bethany’s comments brought more confidence to Devon and she felt his cock get stiffer in her pussy while he fondled her breasts. With his extended confidence, Devon began pushing his cock up into Bethany from beneath her.

This drove Bethany wild, and she moaned out loud, “Oh god, yes! Keep fucking me with your huge cock!” After a moment of pushing up into her, Devon grabbed Bethany’s hips and brought her down deeper onto his cock which made Bethany tense up a bit as Devon went deeper than any other guy she had been with, by a lot.

After a bit of this, Mrs. Garza said, “Alright I think that’s enough, you two. Let’s move on to the next pair.” Bethany slowly stood up on shaky legs, as she felt Devon’s rigid cock withdraw from her well-fucked pussy.

Mrs. Garza the told the class, “Now the next position we are going to demonstrate is commonly known as doggy style because it is similar to how most mammals have sex. Now most women really enjoy this position because it allows for very deep penetration. Men also like this position because it gives them free access to enjoy the woman’s body. You can reach around and feel a woman’s breasts or reach around and rub her clit to give her extra pleasure or you can simply grab onto her ass and pound away.

“Now for this position“ Mr. Garza said; “I think we will have Rebecca and Bruce give us a demonstration.”

Devon then stood up as well, and helped Bethany, as they went back to the open sofa.

To be continued.

By zachattack163 for Literotica

By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories.

The class participants are as follows.

Professors:

·       Phoebe Garza – sports a natural 36DD bust with a buxom figure. A thirty-eight year old with a PhD.

·       Antonio Garza – packs a 7 inch flaccid cock which surpasses 9 inches when rigid. He’s a Spanish man with a doctorate. He’s 39 with a hard body from playing Rugby with the faculty team.

The female students:

·       Bethany – fills out a 36F bra. She’s 5 foot 9, with shoulder-length brown hair. Captain of the cycling team. She has an ‘Amazonian’ stature, but a very friendly personality. She makes friends easily, but several fella’s are too intimidated to ask her for a date.

·       Michelle – has a nice 34C chest. She went to an all-girls high school. A stunningly gorgeous brunette virgin with striking green eyes. 

·       Erika – An ebony who fills out her 36D bra, with a buxom ass to match. She’s not shy at all about her sexuality.

·       Alexis – is a petite 32B with a shy disposition. Her big beautiful brown eyes are captivating.  She was very sheltered by her religious upbringing.

·       Rebecca – A natural blonde has a unique 34B bust. Her breasts are pointed & her nipples are long, on her pert tits. She’s short, with a big ass that sways seductively when she walks.

·       Elizabeth -  A ginger who defies nature with her long natural 34D ‘banana’ breasts, on a short, busty, skinny frame, with long brown hair.

The male students:

·       William – is a gentle and outgoing student with a slender 7 inch rod.

·       Bruce – is a wrestler with a ripped physique. He has almost no body fat and well-defined chest. an upwardly-curved 8 inch shaft.

·       Malcolm – is a ruddy Irish student. Stocky build with a very thick 7 inch tallywhacker.

·       Jackson – is a quiet fella with a dark complexion. the only thing more remarkable than his ‘movie-star smile’ is his 9 inch uncircumcised cock.

·       Devon – is a tall blonde. A bashful nerd who has never dated. He revealed his 10 inch beast on the first day.

·       Thomas – is short, & sports a very thick 6 inch ‘woody’, which only fits in special condoms.

 "Next we are going to demonstrate on each other, just like in the last class,“ Mr. Garza told the class. "However, this time we would request that you do not masturbate to orgasm during the demonstration as there will be a special activity after the demonstrations this class period. You can still gently touch yourselves but we would request that you do not bring yourself to an orgasm. You’ll understand why when we do our labs.” He then sat down the wrestling mat in the middle of the floor, with his back to the students. Then he laid back, so the students could see what was about to be demonstrated on the 9 inch pole  ascending from between his legs

Demonstration One

Mrs. Garza continued the instruction; “ I will start by demonstrating a blowjob on my husband,” she said to the class as she walked toward her husband. When she reached her husband she got between her husband’s spread legs, on her knees, to start stroking his cock, which was already very erect.

She addressed the class again, “Now since I will be using my mouth to pleasure my husband I will describe to you what I will be doing to my husband before I start with the blowjob.” She bent over on her knees facing the students with Mr. Garza laid out in front of her; to better show the class what she was going to do to her husband’s penis.

“First, what I like to start with is simply licking up the shaft of the penis, you can also alternate with swirling your tongue around the man’s shaft. Also one thing you young women should note is that generally the most sensitive part of a man’s penis is the head so you want to make sure you are paying a lot of attention to the cock head when you are giving a blowjob.“

Mrs. Garza was stroking her man, as she continued; ”So, what I do after I lick the man’s shaft is; I will put only the cock head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head. This drives most men wild. Once you have done that for a bit you can start bobbing your head on the man’s penis. You can also use your hand to stroke the shaft of his cock while you suck on it and bob your head. Now one of the big things I’m sure you have heard of with giving a blowjob is deep throat. This can be difficult at first and takes practice; and also depends on the size of the man’s penis. You can try to deep throat a man but it will probably take a few tries for you to accomplish it.” Every young man on the sofas was stroking his own cock, in synchronized rhythm with Mrs Garza’s expert lead.

She looked to the ladies in the class and advised; “One thing you also need to think about when you give a man a blowjob is where he is going to cum. Now I know most of you young women might be a little unsure about letting a man cum in your mouth but I can tell you that most men prefer to come in a woman’s mouth when they are receiving a blowjob. The key is for all you young men in the class to let the girl know when you are about to cum so she can be prepared for your orgasm.”  The female students were all leaning forward on the sofas, admiring the stiff phallus in Mrs. Garza’s hand.

She lifted and fondled Mr. Garza’s ball sack while she continued. “Now just like when I was showing you how to give a hand job, you should pay attention to a man’s testicles while you are giving him a blowjob especially when you feel his testicles pulling closer to his body as this is usually a very good indication that he is about to have an orgasm.”

The female professor then revealed some of her own techniques; “Now when a man lets me know that he is about to come, I pull back so that only the head of his penis is in my mouth and I swirl my tongue around the head until I feel him ejaculating in my mouth. Then I flick my tongue underneath the head of his cock and suck on it harder until he is done ejaculating. For my personal preference, after the man is done ejaculating, I like to give his cock head one last good hard suck, and swirl my tongue around the head again. For most men, their penis is very sensitive after having an orgasm, and this usually drives the man crazy and sometimes I even get one last little shot of semen.”

The young males were now so hard just from listening to her instruction. She wasn’t done yet. She started her lecture in the classic tone of an academic professor. But by know, her tone had become obviously quite bawdy. Her sensual enthusiasm had become evident as she added some of her expert tips. “Also,” she added; “another thing you can do while the man is ejaculating is to fondle his balls. This usually causes the man to release a larger load of semen, and enhances the orgasmic experience.” Mrs. Garza was still stroking her husband’s penis during her entire explanation.

Mr. Garza was now squirming from the slow pace of the instruction, and the sultry erotic instructions. He loved his wife’s increasingly lusty voice, foretelling what he was going to experience. And he loved that all these students were going to watch it happen to him. Antonio managed one bit of advice while breathing heavily; “Fella’s remember to hold off, for now. You’ll be glad you saved it for the lab portion of today’s session..” With that admonition, all the guys’ hands went still, but the agony of sexual impatience grew worse. The Erika chuckled at the tormented look on Devon’s face. He winked to her. She winked back.

Professor Antonio Garza couldn’t take any more of Phoebe’s long dissertation, and blurted out; “Oh baby you’ve got me so turned on now I really need your mouth on my dick,” He was practically moaning to his wife. Just as her husband had requested, Doctor Phoebe Garza leaned down and began licking his penis, just as she had described to the remedial human sexuality class.

It was only the second day of this summer remedial class for students who failed their Human Sexuality one oh one requirement. The students were simply naked spectators, so far. But as they were all becoming more comfortable with their own nudity in this class of 12 students, they had no idea just how much they provided visual pleasure and encouragement to each other.

Very few of the students knew each other, even cordially. It was a ‘Breakfast Club’ of sorts; if you were familiar with the famous brat-pack movie from the 80s.

After licking the male professor’s penis for a while, the female professor then moved and proceeded to put the head of his penis in her mouth. Mr. Garza began moaning as his wife pleasured the head of his large cock. After a while of pleasuring his head she grabbed his penis with one hand and began stroking it while she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft.

At one point she removed her hand and pushed her mouth all the way down to the base of his penis. Mr. Garza groaned as he felt his long cock enter his wife’s throat. She held his dick there for a bit before coming back up for air and began stroking her husband’s manhood. Several of the girls were amazed that Mrs. Garza could deepthroat her husband’s penis because he was very long and thick. The guys were all moaning in vicarious delight.

Devon watched with anticipation as he stroked his large 10-inch dick. He had always thought that since he was so large, no woman would be able to deepthroat him; but watching Mrs. Garza swallow her husband’s penis had given him hope. In fact, he was really hoping that maybe at some point Mrs. Garza would give him a blowjob and deepthroat him. Mrs. Garza continued to pleasure her husband.

All the sudden he moaned, “I’m close baby.” Mrs. Garza pulled back until only the head of her husband’s penis was in her mouth. She continued stroking his shaft with one hand while she fondled his testicles with the other hand. After a few moments Mr. Garza groaned as he came in his wife’s mouth. Mrs. Garza continued stroking her husband’s penis while he enjoyed his orgasm. After a moment you could hear Mrs. Garza suck very hard on her husband’s penis and he groaned one last time. Mrs. Garza pulled her mouth off of her husband’s cock and the class could see her bloated cheeks & watch her throat movement as she swallowed his cum.

“Now, that is how, you give a man a blowjob,” she told the class.

“Does anyone have any questions?” she asked.

“What does a man’s semen taste like?” asked Erika as she fondled one of her large breasts.

“Well that usually depends on each man and what his diet is. Now listen young men; one way to make your semen taste sweeter, which let’s face it, most girls love sweet things, is to eat citrus fruit, especially pineapples. I would encourage all of you to eat more citrus, especially if you know you are going out with a girl and think you might be getting a blowjob,” answered Mrs. Garza.

Demonstration Two

“Well, if that’s all of the questions, then I think that it is time to move on to the next part of the lesson,” said Mr. Garza as he stood up,  still recovering from his orgasm. “Baby why don’t you go lay down across that table and get ready for me.” Mrs. Garza grabbed a throw pillow from a sofa & went to lie down on the table. When she lay down she brought one hand up to one of her large breasts and her other hand between her legs to slowly stroke her vagina.

“Now class, just like my wife did before; I’m going to describe what I’m going to do to my wife, before the demonstration, since my tongue will be otherwise occupied during the demonstration,” he said as he smiled seductively to the class, making several of the female students blush.

“Well first of all, I like to start by kissing my partner and similar to pleasuring a woman with your hands, I make my way down her body kissing her along the way. I start by kissing her neck making my way down and then along her collarbone. Most women really enjoy this especially if it’s done in a slightly teasing way. After I’ve done that for a bit I move down to kiss the woman’s breasts, making sure that I pay attention to her nipples and that I make them really hard.” Now the guys were sitting up, elbows on knees, as they watched the buxom Mrs. Garza finger herself.

“I try to play with the woman’s breasts for a while until her pussy is really wet and she is begging for me to lick her.” Mr. Garza continued his lecture.

“I then kiss down her stomach until I reach her pussy. Just to arouse the woman a little more, I like to kiss both of her inner thighs before I make my way to her pussy. I start by just licking her pussy lips. I do this for a while making sure the woman is very wet; and then I start flicking my tongue in and out of her pussy. If your partner wants you to, then you can also finger her while you lick her pussy. Now an important thing for you young men to remember is that the most sensitive part of a woman’s vagina is her clitoris. Now you don’t want to just randomly start by licking the woman’s clit. What I like to do is to just occasionally flick it with my tongue while I’m licking her pussy; and as she gets closer to orgasm, I start licking it more and more until she tells me she’s about to cum and then I start just flicking her clit with my tongue.”

Mr. Garza’s voice had gradually changed from professorial tone, to hot sexy voice, as his bawdy topic became more explicit. He then said; “This drives most women crazy and is sure to help you bring the woman you are with to a satisfying orgasm. Make sure you keeping licking the woman through her orgasm. Most women will eventually pull your head away when they start to get too sensitive.” The female students were all leaning back on the sofas and fingering their clits as they heard Mr. Garza’s narrative.

“Babe quit talking and come over here,” his wife said as she absent-mindedly stroked her pussy. Mr. Garza walked over to his wife and began kissing her very passionately while reaching one hand down to cup one of her large breasts.

After passionately kissing his wife for a bit Mr. Garza suggested to the class; “If you need to see the demonstration better, feel free to stand up and perhaps move to a better place to observe; but leave us plenty of space.”

Then he moved to the far side of the table and began kissing his way down his wife’s neck. He began to kiss his wife’s large breasts before making his way to her very hard nipples. As he began to kiss and suck on his wife’s nipples, Mrs. Garza started moaning from her husband’s attentions. After sucking on his wife’s nipples for a bit Mr. Garza kissed his way down his wife’s stomach causing her to shiver a bit from her stomach being slightly ticklish. He then kissed right above his wife’s vagina before he picked up one of his wife’s legs, which were hanging over the end of the table. He extended it up by the calf and started kissing his wife’s inner thigh, making his way towards her vagina; before passing over her vagina to kiss up her other thigh.

He continued to kiss and caress around his wife’s vagina until Mrs. Garza finally said, “Oh, babe stop teasing me. I need your tongue in me now.” Mr. Garza grinned as he obliged his wife’s request by just barely licking her slit, which elicited a pretty loud moan from his wife. He then brought one hand up to slide a finger in her pussy to spread her moisture around. Mr. Garza then continued to lick and tongue his wife’s pussy as Mrs. Garza began to moan even louder.

The students were now all standing in a big half-circle, around the other end of the table from where Mr. Garza was leaned over between his wife’s legs.

“Yeah babe, keep licking my pussy. You’re doing such a good job,” Mrs. Garza moaned encouraging her husband. She continued moaning very loudly as her husband pleasured her with his tongue. Mrs. Garza had one hand holding one of her large tits while the other hand held on to her husband’s head, forcing him further between her legs. She arched her neck and saw the assembled group of eager students. It made her even hornier, knowing she had an audience vicariously sharing her enjoyment.

Eventually her moaning increased even more and she said, “Oh babe, don’t stop, I’m so close. I’m about to cum.” Mr. Garza then began to relentlessly lick his wife’s clit, as her moans became cries, as she had a very powerful orgasm. She twisted and pulled both knees upward and her husband tightly held his hands under her ass, holding his tongue lodged tightly to her clit.

The students observed her head arch back as she stared at the ceiling, then her eyes rolled even higher in their sockets, as she jerked and trembled. Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and reached down to push her husband’s head away from her pussy. He resisted, and she pressed her heels against his shoulders, to overpower his efforts to send her orgasm higher than she could tolerate.

Mr. Garza then got up to grab paper towels to wipe off his face while Mrs. Garza laid back, breathing deeply as she recovered from her orgasm. The students had slowly returned to the sofas, pondering the intensity of what they just saw, up close.

Mr. Garza gently placed some tissues in Mrs. Garza’s hand, while he was wiping up the puddle between her legs.

Lab One

Then Professor Antonio Garza turned back around to the class and said, “Okay, now here is the bonus part of the lesson. You will now demonstrate what you just learned on some of your classmates.” Most of the students looked around the class nervously while some of the guys seemed very excited at the prospect of receiving oral sex from their classmates. Mrs. Garza then got up on shaky legs, having mostly recovered from her orgasm. Mr. Garza was busy spreading a dozen classroom chairs, spaciously in an arced row, across the floor, facing the sofas.

She then stepped forward, turned to the class, and said; “now to start, I want William, Erika, Bruce, Rebecca, Malcolm, and Alexis to line up and sit down in these chairs.” All the students who had been recognized got up from their sofas and then sat down in this arced row, facing the other half of the classmates, who were still seated on the sofas. Mr. Garza then contemplated the students who were still sitting at their sofas.

“Alright, Bethany; I want you to come kneel in front of William. Jackson I want you to come kneel in front of Erika. Michelle, you will be giving Bruce a blowjob and Devon, I want you to come lick Rebecca. Elizabeth, I want you with Malcolm and finally Thomas you are going to pleasure Alexis.” Mr. Garza then watched as the other students went to kneel in front of their assigned classmate.

Bethany got up quickly and enjoyed having William stare at her large 32F breasts as she went over to him. She contemplated his impressive 7-½ inch penis, which also had a very nice pronounced cock head. ‘Wow, he’s got a nice cock, it’s long and pretty thick as well I’m definitely going to enjoy this,’ she thought to herself as she approached William.

Jackson then got up, his long 9-inch penis proudly standing at attention after watching his teacher’s display and checking out Erika’s large 36D breasts. ‘Man, Erika is hotter than I realized,’ he thought to himself, ‘I hope I also get a chance to grab that big ass of hers that I noticed earlier, but those tits are also really nice.’

Michelle then got up proudly displaying her body as she approached Bruce while accessing his long 8-inch cock. ‘Well, that’s a pretty nice cock you’ve got there Bruce,’ she thought to herself, ‘It’s pretty long but good thing it’s not very thick because I want to try and swallow that cock.’ As she got closer to Bruce, to make sure to entice him more by reaching up and grabbing both of her full, natural 34C breasts and pulling on her nipples. She was happy to see that this action made Bruce’s cock throb a little harder.

Devon then stood up still a little nervous about displaying his large, thick 10-inch cock to the classroom, but he quickly began gaining confidence when he realized that all the women in the classroom, including his teacher, were staring at his large cock. ‘Wow I guess they really do like my cock,’ he thought to himself. He looked over at Rebecca who was staring very intently at his cock. ‘Rebecca is really hot,’ he thought. ‘I mean I always try to sneak a peek at her big ass when she’s walking down the hall and I’ve definitely masturbated while thinking about that ass, but I never thought I would get the chance to lick her pussy. Maybe I can even reach up and grab her ass to pull her pussy closer to my face while I lick her.’

Elizabeth then got up, proudly displaying her large 34D breasts, which looked even larger on her petite frame. She was very proud of her curvy body especially her round ass that she had been working on very hard through a regime of squats. As she walked over to Malcolm she checked out his 7-inch cock. ‘Well at least it’s not too long of a penis but wow; does Malcolm have a big cock head, I mean his head is a least twice as thick as the rest of his shaft.’ She then knelt down in front of Malcolm and licked her lips seductively, which made Malcolm’s cock throb in anticipation.

Finally, Thomas stood up to walk toward Alexis proudly displaying his 6-inch cock. While he knew that his cock wasn’t very long he knew that he more than made up for it with how thick it was, as his cock was probably thicker than any other guy in the classroom. He started to check out Alexis as he approached her. ‘Nice! Alexis is really cute; I can’t believe I’m getting the opportunity to eat her out. I’ve always thought she was really pretty, and now I get the chance to check her out naked and lick her nice pussy.’

After all the students paired up with their respective partners Mr. Garza again addressed the class, “Now class for those of you that I determined will kneel in front of your classmates, you will perform oral sex on them until they have an orgasm. You will then switch with your partner, and they will perform oral sex on you until you reach orgasm. Does everyone understand this?”

All the students nodded in acceptance. “Alright; well then, you may begin pleasuring your partner,” Mr. Garza told the class. The students each started pleasuring their partner and Mr. and Mrs. Garza went over to observe the students as they used the information the teachers had just taught the students.

Thomas was gently kissing Alexis’s neck while fondling one of her firm 32B breasts paying special attention to her long nipple. Elizabeth was holding on to Malcolm’s cock with her hand while also licking up and down his shaft. Devon was already licking one of Rebecca’s 34B breasts while fondling her other breast. Michelle already had Bruce’s cock head in her mouth while she played with his balls with her hand. Jackson was already in between Erika’s legs as he was gently kissing her thighs. Bethany was licking up and down William’s cock as he moaned in pleasure.

As the teachers were walking by, Bethany decided to take William’s cock in her mouth and slid her lips down his shaft, which caused him to moan a little louder. He also heard Erika moan as Jackson began licking her slit and looked over at her. Her head was back and her eyes were closed.

William was then transfixed as he watched Erika’s large chest heave as she breathed deeply in pleasure. As though she could feel William’s eyes on her, she opened her eyes and looked at William. She noticed as he stared intently at her chest.

“You can touch them if you want,” she said to William.

“What?” he stuttered as he was broken out of his trance of staring at her chest.

“Here,” she said as she reached down to grab one of his hands and brought it up to her nice full right breast. “It feels good when someone is touching my breasts.” William couldn’t believe what was happening as he cupped one of Erika’s large, heavy breasts. Erika then relaxed her head again and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the pleasure of having William fondle her sensitive right tit while Jackson ate out her pussy. ‘Wow this is amazing,’ she thought to herself revealing in the pleasure of two different guys paying attention to her body.

Bethany looked up at William only to see that he was paying more attention to Erika and her big tits, than the girl giving him a blowjob. Not to be outdone she repositioned herself higher on her knees and grabbed William’s other hand and placed it on her even larger breast. William was drawn back to Bethany as she placed his other hand on her very large tit. ‘Wow! I can’t believe this; I’m feeling up two of the bustiest girls on campus while one of them sucks my cock. This is the best thing ever,’ he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Bruce was seriously enjoying the blowjob that Michelle was giving him. She was bobbing up and down on his cock while occasionally pulling up to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. After some time going up and down on his cock she steadied herself and then began pushing all of his 8 inch cock into her mouth. Bruce moaned loud enough to get several of his classmates to notice him, as he felt Michelle swallow his cock. ‘Oh my god I can’t believe this,’ he thought to himself. ‘How was I so lucky that I got the girl who already knows how to deep throat a cock? Man, Michelle is great at giving head. This is awesome!’

Rebecca was really enjoying what Devon was doing to her with is tongue. She was also enjoying having his hands on her hips, even though she knew he probably just wanted to be grabbing her big ass. ‘Well he is doing a pretty good job with his tongue, I guess I can give him what he wants plus I enjoy it when a guy grabs onto my big ass,’ she thought to herself. She started to slide her hips forward until a lot of her ass was off the seat. She then gently put pressure on Devon’s hands forcing them around her hip and giving him permission to grab hold of her round ass. Devon took full advantage of this when he realized what Rebecca wanted. He used both hands to grab hard onto her ass and pulled her pussy closer to his face and began licking her with more intensity. In response, she rested her elbows on the chair and lifted her ass off the surface. ‘Holy crap this is amazing,’ Rebecca thought to herself as she felt Devon hold tightly onto her full ass and lick her pussy even harder. ‘Damn, I’m definitely going to have to work hard on sucking his huge cock when it’s his turn, cause this is amazing.’ She closed her eyes and threw her head back in pleasure as she enjoyed what Devon was doing to her pussy.

Malcolm was really enjoying having Elizabeth suck on his cock. She was bobbing her head up and down while also stroking his cock. ‘Man, this feels really good but I wish Elizabeth would spend more time sucking my cock head because it feels really good when she comes up to my head,’ Malcolm thought to himself. As if she was reading his mind, Mrs. Garza walked over to Elizabeth and tapped her on the shoulder. Elizabeth pulled her mouth off of Malcolm’s cock and looked up at her teacher.

“Here let me show you something,” Mrs. Garza, said to her student. “Now, remember that I said that a man’s cock head is the most sensitive part of the penis? And Malcolm here, has a very nice cock head so why don’t you pay more attention to the head of his penis like this.”

Malcolm couldn’t believe it as his very hot teacher took his cock into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around his large cock head. Holy shit this is amazing! I can’t believe Mrs. Garza is licking my cock. He groaned in pleasure as his teacher licked his cock. Mrs. Garza eventually pulled her mouth off of her student’s penis, and looked back at Elizabeth.

“See how much he enjoyed it when I paid more attention to his cock head?” Elizabeth nodded her understanding. “So why don’t you continue what you were doing, except when you reach the top of his penis spend some time swirling your tongue around his cock head and I’m sure you will have him cumming in no time.” Mrs. Garza then got up to continue to observe the other students while Elizabeth went back to work on Malcolm’s cock. She made sure to put more focus on his cock head and got a moan from Malcolm in response. She smiled to herself and began working on his cock again.

Alexis was leaning back enjoying what Thomas was doing to her pussy as she pulled at her long hard nipples. Wow this feels amazing, Alexis thought to herself, ‘This is so much better than when I masturbate. Thomas is really good with his tongue. I can’t believe that I’m about to cum already.’ Alexis pulled Thomas’s head further between her legs as she continued playing with her nipple with the other hand.

She felt herself approaching a powerful orgasm but just before she was able to cum, she heard Bruce moan, “Oh here it cums.” Alexis looked over to see Michelle pulling up until just the head of Bruce’s cock was in her mouth as he began ejaculating in Michelle’s mouth. The stimulation of this display was too much for Alexis, and she felt herself having a very intense orgasm as Thomas continued to lick her pussy.

Erika, hearing two of her classmates’ cumming, was also close to succumbing to her orgasm. Having William fondle one of her heavy tits while Jackson had reached up to grab hold of her other breast while relentlessly continuing to lick her pussy was too much for the young stacked student, who reached a shaking orgasm under all the attention she was receiving.

William felt Erika reach her orgasm while he was fondling her breasts. Bethany’s oral attention to his cock was getting him very close and he decided that he really wanted to enjoy Bethany. He removed his hand from Erika’s breast and reached down to grab hold of both of Bethany’s huge breasts, and softly moaned to her, “I’m so close.”

Upon hearing this, Bethany renewed her efforts to pleasure William’s nice cock. She loved the feeling as he groped both of her fantastic tits while she sucked on him. Suddenly she felt William tense up and he began ejaculating thick ropes of cum into her mouth. She continued to try and pleasure William’s cock as he came very forcefully in her mouth. Bethany couldn’t believe that William could shoot so much cum. She hadn’t given many guys blowjobs before but none of them had ever cum this much. ‘I guess that means I’m really good at this,’ she thought to herself.

Rebecca loved what Devon was doing to her and was also finding it quite arousing to listen to her fellow classmates reach orgasm. Suddenly she felt an intense sense of pleasure as she reached a very powerful orgasm. She shifted her weight on her left elbow while she grabbed Devon’s hair in her right hand, and forced his head further between her legs while he grabbed on to her huge ass and held on for dear life. Elizabeth, realizing that all her classmates had already brought their partner to orgasm, renewed her efforts of pleasuring Malcolm’s big cock head.

Malcolm, overwhelmed with this new assault on his cockhead moaned, “Oh god, don’t stop,” as he grabbed hold of Elizabeth’s long brown hair. Soon he felt his testicles tense up and then began shooting cum into Elizabeth’s mouth. Elizabeth continued her oral assault on Malcolm’s large cockhead until he was finished cumming, then following her teacher’s advice gave Malcolm’s big cock head one last hard suck while swirling her tongue around it. Malcolm groaned again as he felt Elizabeth lick his over-stimulated cockhead one last time.

As half of the class sat back enjoying their post-orgasmic joy Mr. Garza addressed the class. “Now class, remember that whenever you receive oral sex from a partner you always need to reciprocate this action. So once you are recovered from your orgasm you need to perform oral sex on your partner so that they know you appreciate what they did for you. This completes Lab One. You’re going to begin Lab Two.”

To be continued.

By zachattack163 for Literotica

By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories.

Alexis walks the short distance from student parking, to the Health Sciences building. It’s late in June and the campus is almost a ghost town. She‘s glad of that, because she doesn’t want anyone to know she’s having to make up a course in order to enroll in fall classes and begin her sophomore year. Why had her fundamentalist mother’s repressed sexuality become her damn disability! At least now that she’s living with her aunt & uncle, in this college town; she can start learning, and unlearning.

She walks into the designated room. It’s a lecture bowl with seating for 100, but less than a dozen students are in the room. She sees them scattered in the first two rows, down near the front.

“Good afternoon students.” The male & female professors soon greeted the freshmen. The small assortment of students sat in the lecture bowl, mostly fidgeting and looking at the unusual furniture in a lecture bowl. The male professor pressed a button near the chalk board, which remotely locked the doors. Then he began handing out the syllabus as the female professor wrote some names on the board. “My name is Doctor Phoebe Garza, PhD. Our other instructor is Doctor Antonio Garza, my husband of 7 years.”

“Let’s be honest about why you’re here. For whatever reasons, you didn’t attain the required human sexuality credit during your first two semesters. In order to enroll for fall classes, you’ll need to pass this in the summer session.” The pit of the lecture bowl room was reset without the customary classroom tables, lectern, and common furnishings. Instead, the instructional aids included; a chaise lounge, a Leather sofa, and a sturdy oak table and several cushioned desk chairs aligning the side walls, below the chalkboard. The middle of the pit also had what looks like a 12x12 purple wrestling mat.

On the front floor row of the student seating, on the pit floor, the usual chairs & tables were replaced by four upholstered sofas in a semi-circle, with large plush bath blankets covering the seat cushions.

The unique layout of the lecture ‘bowl’ auditorium used for this class.

“To help you, we reviewed your academic records and with the help of guidance counselors, we determined that kinetic learning might be a more effective mode for several of you.” Phoebe Garza said, in a relaxed conversational tone. Her Summer outfit and sandals only added to the informality. “That is why you were given this opportunity to fulfill your requisite credit with this alternative class. But If you don’t get your Human Sexuality credit through this class, you can retake the standard one oh one course early next month.”

In the same way we employ lab sessions for many of our science classes, we’re going to add that component to this particular experimental course offering. Many of you probably had learning experiences where the textbook words came to life, only after you put the theories to practice in a science lab.

So, the two of us studied some clinical papers from an Amsterdam university, and we collaborated to develop this teaching concept. But instead of using lab animals to study behavioral concepts, All of us will become the lab specimens for this attempt to bring all of you academically, back up to the rest of the upcoming sophomore class.”

Mrs. Garza continued; ”It’s not often that I get to teach with my husband. He is a research scientist. He rarely teaches a college class to undergrads. But this class is also part of an ongoing research, so we’re all going to learn a lot, this summer session.

“Now class today we are going to begin our Human Sexuality introduction,” said Mrs. Garza, the very attractive human sexuality professor. She was sitting next to her husband on the rectangular sturdy table in front of the chalkboard, leaning back on her hands. A beautiful woman, she exuded warm sensuality.

Mr. Garza now stood & lectured the 12 students for the first time, still having a slight accent of his Barcelona upbringing. His polo shirt, khaki trousers, & Birkenstock sandals presented an unspoken message of informality from the professor.

“Now, before you joined this class, you were required to sign a form, that doesn’t allow you to tell anyone what happens, in this class. So, has everyone brought in their signed forms and medical documents to class, today?” asked Mr. Garza. “Please hold yours up when you have it.”

All the students nodded their heads to show that they had their forms. Mr. Garza began retrieving the forms from the students.

 "Well that’s good" said Mrs. Garza, “Now, the reason we asked you to get those forms and documents signed; is because this is to prove that you have passed your eighteenth birthday; and because this is going to be a very different kind of human sexuality class from the kinds of classes you have been in before, you all have been checked in the last 2 weeks for an STD or other communicable disease. Am I correct, everyone?” Mrs. Garza looked each student and waited for an affirmation from each of them. Then she continued; “ All females are successfully using birth control in a daily pill form for 6 weeks or more. Am I correct, ladies?” Each of the 6 females affirmed this fact, one by one.

“And lastly, your documents say that you all assume your responsibilities in this class, and understand your risks. Does anyone have a question or concern about those risks and responsibilities? None? Okay, let’s begin.”

Session One

"Class, we want you all to be very comfortable in the lab. Sexuality on a college campus does have risks. For this class we have taken great effort to protect you from those possibilities. This is the safest environment we can provide you, but you have to trust each other. You start by respecting and caring for each other and showing sensitivity to everyone taking this class with you.”

“Usually, labs require special protective gear. But for our labs, the opposite is true. And we want you all to become comfortable with your sexuality and we feel that the best way for all of you to do this is with full participation in the class,” said Mr. Garza.

“No outsider is allowed to visit or audit this class. All electronics you carry in with you, need to be stored in the plastic tub below the chalkboard. It’s not a matter of me not trusting you. It’s Phoebe and I protecting you from being recorded or otherwise exposed and deprived of your privacy. by imposing the same rules on everyone, including Phoebe and myself.

Not even the chancellor or the regents. This class is designed with the 12 of you in mind. But you need to be fully involved, immersed. Without full participation, you will not pass this class. Is everyone clear on this?” Everyone nodded. Antonio turned to Phoebe to finish the orientation.

Phoebe stepped toward the middle sofas which were just on the other side of the partition wall from the elevated lecture seating chairs; then resumed; “We’ve said a lot about trust and respect. It’s for this reason. In order for everyone to fully participate we are going to require everyone participating in the class to remain naked at all times while lessons are in session,” Mrs. Garza told the students.

The class all began to talk at once protesting the fact that they were going to have to be naked in class. 

“Now calm down class. I know all of you may be temporarily uncomfortable with being naked in front of your fellow classmates, but believe me, this will help you become more comfortable with your sexuality,” said Mr. Garza “

“And to make all of you feel more comfortable,” Mrs. Garza added. Antonio and I will also be staying naked for the duration of the lessons, also.” With that both Mr. and Mrs. Garza began taking off all of their clothes.

 The students stopped their clamoring when they saw Phoebe Garza’s swaying breasts swing free of her purple lace bra. About the same time, Antonio Garza’s black thong briefs made a grand appearance as his trousers fell to the floor. Phoebe slipped out of her purple lace panties and sat back down on the wooden table. She even spread her lags to show off the ‘landing strip’ of her pussy. When Antonio slid his thong down and stepped out of them, he hooked the waistband with a thumb, then stretched the thong with the other hand. He aimed at Mrs. Garza and shot her in the boobs, This playfulness helped the students relax and even elicited a few chuckles. 

 Once they had finished undressing they stood before the class completely naked and needless to say every eye in the classroom was focused on the two naked professors in front of them, or at least on certain parts of them. Every male student’s eyes were focused on Mrs. Garza’ large 36DD breasts, while all of the female students were focused on Mr. Garza’s large swaying penis hanging between his legs which was about seven inches long even in its somewhat flaccid state. Both of the professors had trimmed their pubic bushes, but were not completely bald.

“Now as you can see we are perfectly comfortable with our nudity, and we want you to be as comfortable with your nudity as we are with ours,” Mrs. Garza told the students, as she held up her matching undies and her hubby’s thong up in the air. “When you’ve removed all your clothing, leave it there and come into the pit & sit on the sofas, so we can begin the lessons.”

“Now get those clothes off. Come on let’s get a move on,” Mr. Garza stood & ordered the students. That ‘broke the ice’ and a few guys started stripping down. Erika and Bethany both joined in the communal disrobing. This was quickly followed by the rest of the students beginning to remove all of their clothing. Some of the students struggled with taking off their last items because they continued to pay attention to their naked teachers at the front of the classroom.

Devon was struggling because of his social disabilities. Female social interaction typically terrifies him. He’s been working on the problem ever since he dropped out of the 2nd semester human sexuality class, last February. Last winter, just talking about genitals with classmates was too much for him.

Devon saw Bruce step past him, buck naked in all his glory. Bruce looks like a Greek wrestler. Bruce found a seat on the end sofa and sat. Devon then saw Bethany at the other side of the room get up. Her massive boobs swayed as she descended the steps into the pit. She sat at the end of one of the two center sofas. the other girls seemed to follow in a group, taking up the center sofas.

Bruce & Bethany are both very accomplished college athletes. Their daily routines include plenty of nakedness in the athletic showers & locker rooms. But for Alexis and the other ladies, it took them a lot of courage.  It’s not that Alexis didn’t want to comply. She was determined to make up for 18 years of shame & suppression of many things her mother condemned. Going to movies, Dancing, rock music, etcetera. But this coed nakedness was her boldest act of defiance against her mother’s extreme ways.

Devon’s apprehensions and distractions  were not helping matters. Once the last gal, Alexis, was descending to the pit; Devon made his  grand appearance. The girls all dropped their jaws and watched Devon’s 10 inch rod spring back and forth horizontally and he took the last available seat at the end of the end sofa. Devon thought he was really smart by walking around the back of the sofa, but as he rounded the far end, he emerged in full frontal exposition for the whole class to appreciate. He waved to everyone, but not with his hands. His cock exuberantly waved to a watching classroom.

Now all of the students were naked in the pit of the lecture bowl, most of the students were shyly covering their genitals. A few of the girls regretted their choice of seating. They all felt like their tits were on display. They guys were on the sofas at each end of the oval-shaped pit., and able to watch the professors while perusing the six sets of tits on the middle 2 sofas.

Erika, although, loved the attention. Her buxom curves were a source of sexual pride. While the two petite ladies, Alexis and Elizabeth, on either end of her sofa, had their arms crossed over their bosoms, She had her arms crossed under her D cup rack. She even hiked up her arms to hoist her natural tits higher!

“All right; Let’s all give our classmates some all applause for joining us in bravely disrobing.” Antonio said as he and Phoebe began clapping. The students sheepishly joined in.  This was followed by some relaxed breathing and less nervousness, generally.

“Now that all of you are naked we are going to go over the first thing that happens to begin the sexual cycle; arousal,” said Mr. Garza.

“Who can tell me what the signs of arousal are in a man?” Mrs. Garza asked the class. Devon, a slightly nerdy looking student raised his hand, having already revealed what looked like an impressive erection he was trying to hide under his hand.

“Yes Devon?” Mrs. Garza said.

“Well the most obvious signs of arousal in a man is, that his penis will become hard and erect, which is known as an erection,” recited Devon; “another sign of arousal in a man is that his testicles will swell as they prepare to release semen.”

“Yes, excellent! That is correct, Devon,” said Mrs. Garza. 

Bethany gave him a thumbs up. Devon smiled, then rolled his eyes in a ‘ah shucks admission. 

“Now, there are many different ways to get a man aroused and cause him to have an erection. The first and most obvious way, which I’m sure many of you young men are experiencing, is seeing a naked woman.” Mr Garza stated.

Phoebe ignored the signals between the students. “I’m sure that since I took off my clothes many of you began to have an erection, which was only increased when your fellow female classmates also took off their clothes; so you should not be ashamed about having an erection right now.”

“Ladies, you should not be offended, either.” Phoebe emphasized. “It is a compliment of your sexuality. It doesn’t mean a man is anything other than normal & healthy. Be proud that you’re appealing! I am! A man’s physiology responds to his 5 senses. He gets erect without making a decision to. It comes  naturally from what his 5 senses absorb, and how much of you he absorbs.

Antonio added; “As you can see I am also beginning to produce an erection from seeing my wife and all these lovely young ladies naked,” said Mr. Garza as he stood up off the table, which prompted many of the female students to look at his hardening penis, which was now pointed almost straight out and had increased in both length and thickness.

“Ah, did you say ‘beginning to’? Honney, your pole’s been waving to get our attention for the past 10 minutes. Am I right, girls?” Nervous giggles were heard from the 6 blushing young women. “Point taken,” Antonio conceded. “We will discuss other ways you can cause arousal, but for now could someone tell me about what arousal looks like, in a woman,” Mr. Garza asked. 

Michelle, a brunette girl of average height raised her right hand, while she continued to use her left hand to try and cover her full C-cup breasts.

“Yes Michelle,” said Mr. Garza.

“Well when a women gets aroused, her nipples get hard and erect, and um, sometimes; her breasts swell so that they appear fuller. Oh, uh, and her vagina begins to get wet, and hot, and sticky,” Michelle said nervously.

“That is correct, Michelle,” said Mrs. Garza “I’m sure many of you young ladies are beginning to feel several of these sensations. Now, women also get aroused by seeing a naked man, particularly if he is sporting an erection, but it usually takes slightly more to get a woman aroused. Women need more intimate sensations to become fully aroused, such as kissing and caressing from their partner.”

“We are now going to begin the rest of our discussion about how men and women become more aroused,” said Mr. Garza. “I notice many of you are subconsciously fidgeting. Part of our discussion about arousal will involve talking about masturbation, so if any of you feel the need, we would encourage you to masturbate during this discussion. We placed a box of tissues on each sofa. Please grab a few and pass the box to those by you.”

As the students each grabbed a wad of tissues, Phoebe continued; “You may need them. If that makes any of you feel uncomfortable, change your attitude. It’s important that none of you do or say anything which hampers another student’s learning experience.”

“Now the completion of arousal and the sexual cycle is when you experience an orgasm,” said Mrs. Garza. “For men, this results in the ejaculation of semen from the penis. I’m sure most of you young men have experienced this sensation, through masturbation for instance. But it is even better if you have a partner bring you to orgasm. I am now going to demonstrate this to all of you, while using my husband as an example.”

Then Mrs. Garza approached her husband, who was sitting with his legs dangling off the end of the table; and began to make out with him. She gave his a slow, wet kiss while caressing his chest, ass, and thighs. After she had kissed him for a while she reached down and grabbed his penis with one hand, which was now fully erect.

 As she stopped kissing her husband for a moment she turned back to the class and said, “Now, I am going to stroke my husband’s penis, which is commonly known as a hand job.”

Mr. Garza reclined, resting on his elbows. The girls were entranced.   “Now girls, you want to make sure the man is feeling pleasure from this and it is not too dry and causing painful friction on his tender skin” Mrs. Garza continued to stroke her husband’s penis while the students, especially the female students, stared intently at her pleasuring her husband’s ‘flagpole’. A young girl named Erika, began shaking a bit from an orgasm as she had one hand between her legs and the other hand pleasuring one of her nipples on her large D-cup breasts. Mr. Garza began to moan louder as his wife slowly and firmly stroked his penis.

“Now students, you will notice that Mr. Garza is moaning louder this means that he is probably close to having an orgasm. Ladies, another thing you should notice is that a man’s testicles will keep drawing closer to his body. This is another indication that the man is about to cum. Now Mr. Garza should cum soon so I especially want you ladies to pay attention so you know what happens when a man ejaculates.”

As Mrs. Garza stroked a bit faster, she used her thumb to rub the underside of Mr. Garza’s tip. Soon he began breathing and moaning very loudly and suddenly began ejaculating, having a very good orgasm, with tree shots of semen blasting into the air and falling on his torso.. Mrs. Garza continued steady stroking her husband’s penis until his orgasm was completed. As Mr. Garza laid down on the table to relax, Mrs. Garza again addressed the class.

“Now you have seen what happens when a man has an orgasm. Ladies, one thing for you to know is that if you are giving a man a hand job you want to make sure you continue stroking his penis until his orgasm is complete. You don’t want to stop right as he starts ejaculating, because that will cause his orgasm to stop sooner, and you want to make sure you give him as good of an orgasm as you can. Any questions class?”

Alexis a shy, short girl with nice B-cup breasts and long nipples raised her hand. “Yes Alexis?” Mrs. Garza asked.

“What was that white stuff coming out of his penis?” Alexis obviously had next to zero information on human sexuality. She just couldn’t comprehend the male anatomy from the textbooks, last fall. So what happened to Mr. Garza totally confounded her.

“That is a very good question, Alexis. That is called semen. When a man is having sex with you and he ejaculates inside your vagina, his semen carries sperm to your eggs, and may cause you to become pregnant. For those of you ladies who have never experienced having a man ejaculate inside you it is an amazing feeling and you will all experience it in this course.”

Now Alexis was starting to understand the textbooks! Her fundamentalist private school didn’t teach sex ed, and her mother told her that sex is nasty. Perhaps that’s why her father left the marriage when Alexis was just 2, and she never knew him?

Mrs. Garza looked back at her husband. “Honey, are you ready to continue with the lesson?” Mrs. Garza asked her husband, who just sat up and cleaned up.

“Yes, I am ready to continue now,” Mr. Garza replied. He stepped down and tossed the tissues in the trash can.

“Now we are going to show what happens when a woman has an orgasm.” Mrs. Garza climbed on the end of the table and laid back. .Her husband came over behind the table, facing the students, and caressed her legs.

“Now boys, before you begin directly pleasuring a women’s vagina. You can start by kissing a woman’s neck and once you do that for a while. You can move down to her breasts. Now each woman is different so make sure that you pay attention to her signals to see whether she is enjoying what you are doing. Women are much more aroused by touch than by visuals. I know that my wife’s breasts are very sensitive and she loves it when I pay attention to her breasts. What I like to do is kiss around the edge of my wife’s breasts and slowly make my way to her nipples. This usually drives her crazy.”

“Oh babe stop just talking about it and get over here and kiss me,” his wife said in anticipation. Mr. Garza then leaned over and began kissing his wife while reaching one hand over and down to fondle her far breast. It was drooping naturally over her ribs, in full view of the students. The nipple rose to a considerable height, in a stiff erection.. He continued to kiss his and eventually broke apart from her lips to start kissing her neck. He continued kissing his way down her body making his way toward her breasts. He started kissing the near breast while groping the other and Mrs. Garza started moaning louder. He then began paying more attention to her nipples, which only increased her arousal. The students started becoming even more excited as they watched their teacher pleasure his wife. The arousal became too much for a couple of the boys and they began ejaculating into their tissues. Bethany grabbed the tissue box and stuffed a large wad between her thighs. Then she resumed her own nipple stimulation, while vicariously experiencing the demonstration she was watching.. Mr. Garza turned back around to address the class.

“Now class I am about to show you what is commonly known as fingering a woman. I’m sure several of you young women know what this is like and so I especially want the young men to pay attention so they know what they are doing with a woman. Now the first thing you want to do is make sure the woman has a very wet vagina. You do this by rubbing your finger along the lips of a woman’s vagina.” He then demonstrated this on his wife, which brought about a very happy moan from her.

“Now once you have determined that the woman is properly aroused you can insert your finger inside of her. You usually want to start with only one finger but you can add more fingers depending on what the woman wants. Her vagina opens wider after she is aroused.” He then inserted his fingers inside his wife and began pleasuring her.

“Now in order to make sure a woman reaches orgasm you want to keep paying attention to what she likes. The best way to know if a woman has reached her orgasm is that you will feel her vaginal muscles gripping your finger or if you are having sex you will feel them gripping your penis. This is an amazing thing to feel especially if it happens while you are ejaculating.”

Mrs. Garza then began experiencing an orgasm and her legs shook with pleasure. This final sexual display was too much for the rest of the ladies as most of them began having orgasms of their own, including Erika arriving at her second orgasm of the class time.

Class Dismissed

As his wife began coming down from her orgasm Mr. Garza addressed the class one last time.

“Now I want you all to think about what you learned today and if you are comfortable enough you can put some of what you learned into practice. However, our class time is up, so you can all get dressed and we’ll call it a day. Our next session will be longer than today was. Please pay attention to good grooming and hygiene.”

As the students began dressing, Mr. Garza added one last instruction; “Remember that we want you all to feel safe and respected. if anyone is found to have disclosed any information to anyone outside this classroom, including who is enrolled; You’ll be removed from the group and given an F for the course. This class is a success only if you feel safe, respected, & encouraged by everyone. We intend to honor that trust. Is everyone okay with that?”

The students, especially several ladies; were in no hurry to get up. When they did, they all dumped several wads of tissue in the trash can under the end table which was between the middle sofas.

It was very quiet in the room as the students dressed. In the last hour, they had experienced a mind-blowing session of instruction and demonstrations.

The professors talked quietly about the session while sitting on the table. They stayed naked and deep in conversation. After all the students had all dressed, Mrs. Garza allowed them to open the doors to leave. After the 12 students left the classroom, Antonio relocked the doors & walked over to his gorgeous wife who was still naked, sitting with her bare ass on the end of the wooden table. "Well that was an interesting lesson. I think I’m really going to enjoy this class,” he told his wife as he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ears and began to kiss her. She spread her legs for him.

“Yeah I bet you loved having all those beautiful, young, naked girls staring at your big cock while they pleasured themselves as I stroked you, especially that one girl with the big tits that had an orgasm while I was stroking you,” his wife responded as he began to kiss down her neck. She also reached down to find that his penis was getting hard again.

“Really, I was too engrossed in you pleasuring to be aware of their pleasures. But yes, it was fantastic to see those young women naked. I’m sure you enjoyed seeing all those young men stroking their cocks as they stared at your big breasts.” To emphasize his point he then leaned in and started kissing and fondling his wife’s large breasts. She continued to pull on his hard cock as she responded.

“Yes several of them do have very nice cocks. That nerdy kid, Devon, looked like he was packing some serious meat, and did you see the big head on that one kid’s cock? You know how much I love a big cock head,” as she rubbed her thumb over her husband’s large cock head.

“Well then I guess it’s a good thing I can provide that for you. Are you ready for it?” Antonio asked, as he rubbed his finger across her slit, feeling how moist she was for him.

“God yes! Fuck me now, please!" 

He reached down and grabbed his very hard cock and pushed it into his wife. "Oh yes; your pussy feels so good, baby; I love how it grabs my cock.”

“That’s because your cock is so big. I love how deep it goes inside me,” she moaned in response as he continued to thrust into her.

“I can feel your cock pulsating inside of me. Are you still thinking about those sexy, beautiful, young girls, babe?”

“I might be,” he responded with a twinkle in his eye and grin on his face, “like you’re not thinking about those young men and their hard young cocks?”

“Okay, you’re right. Watching them stroke their young cocks earlier, turned me on so much. I’m still so turned on that I think I’m going to come very soon.”

“Good baby, because I’m about to shoot another huge load into your pussy,” he moaned into her ear as he continued thrusting into her while groping her huge breasts.

“Oh god, yes! Make me feel that big dick spurting deep inside me. Oh god, I’m cumming!” Phoebe squealed as she wrapped her arms and legs around her Antonio, as she pushed him deeper inside of her as she had another very powerful orgasm. He also began to moan louder, as he emptied his balls deep inside his wife. He held her tightly and stayed deeply thrusted within her for a few silent minutes.

 When they both began to calm down from their mutual orgasms. Antonio looked deep into his wife’s eyes, and brushed her hair as his dick began to soften inside of her.

“Yes this is definitely going to be a great summer,” he said to her.

She looked back up at him and simply said, “Oh yeah! And we get paid to teach this class!

Session Two

Bethany was the last to arrive, but she was still early. She took more time this morning to wax her mound, and she had to do it a second time, because her dyslexia led to misunderstanding the package instructions.

She hopes none of her cycling teammates and dorm sisters find out she’s in this course. She told them she took a part time job, working for a professor in the health sciences building.

She’s rather active, sexually, but doesn’t do well learning from textbooks. She relies on her study groups in these ‘book-learning’ classes. She knows human sexuality very well, but often does very poorly on written tests.

All the students gradually proceeded to enter the classroom once the door was unlocked. When all were present, Professor Phoebe Garza pressed the remote door lock, and the students were instructed to remove their garments up in the riser seats, then come down to the pit (a k a main floor), and find a seat on one of the four upholstered sofas facing the front. The professors also stripped and left their items behind the burgundy leather sofa, in the corner of the pit. 

Mr. Garza commented to his fellow professor, that no one dropped the class, and they all showed positive signs of eagerness to get the most out of the class.

The two professors were standing at the front of the classroom, completely naked. The students all undressed and left all personal items in the student desks, then came down to sit in the sofas, until all their classmates were seated on a sofa, ready to begin.

There was a marked improvement in the students’ appearance, today. Several students had much less pubic hair. The gals all had paid more attention to grooming, cosmetics, and hair accessories. Some wore earrings or short necklaces. The guys were all clean, shaven, and smelled great. A couple guys even sported gold chains.  The gals smelled fresh and flowery. No one came late, and  were waiting at the door even before the professors had the classroom unlocked. The professors noted the good hygiene and were glad they didn’t need to address the topic further.

Mrs. Garza addressed the class, "Now class, for today our lesson will focus on oral sex. Now who can tell me what it means to have oral sex?”

Bethany raised her hand, leaving her spectacular breasts exposed for all the boys in the classroom to see. “Well, oral sex is when you use your mouth to pleasure your partner,” she said as she started to touch her pussy a bit.

“That’s correct, Bethany. Now oral sex is commonly known by different names. For instance when a woman is giving a man oral sex it is commonly known as a blowjob or the latin word fellatio,” said Mr. Garza ,whose cock was already starting to get hard from seeing his attractive young students naked and the talk of oral sex.

“Also when a man gives oral sex to a woman it is commonly referred to as eating pussy or the latin word cunnilingus,” Mrs. Garza told the class.

To be continued.

By zachattack163 for Literotica

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess’ house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough.

On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking.

We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.

“There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if you fancy one?” She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before making my way back to the loungers.

Jenna was naked!

She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind as it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, and a bum’s just a bum,” she said with her mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did so, one pert breast, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its hiding place.

“Ooops!” She said, tucking the offending mammary back under her. “You didn’t see that did you.” It was more of a statement than a question.

I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech.

“Never mind it was only my breast.”

Only! Only a breast! There was no only abut it. I had fantasised about Jess’ breasts ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and, to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It didn’t take much to provoke an erection back then.

“Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!”

“I’m OK thanks.”

“Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out for some fresh air occasionally!” And burst out laughing.

I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully, slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked outdoors again, the only problem being my erection.

“Too hot for me! Swim time,” said the voice to my left. “And what’s more, I’m not putting that lot on again just to get it wet.” She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove into the pool.

Surfacing at the far end she called.

“You just have to try this.

"It’s the most invigorating experience ever!

"If you’re cowardy custard, I’ll turn my back while you dive in.

"There’s nothing to see once you’re in anyway. The water is too rough.

"Come on in then Mr prude in the nude!”

“Turn around then,” said my voice before I had time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive.

I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn’t thinking straight. Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn’t even considered how we were going to get out.

“Race you!”

We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer. Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible. Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in the waist deep water.

“Ooops,” she said lowering her pert little breasts back into the water. “Forgot!”

I’m not certain that she did and I certainly didn’t, nor will I ever! Both beautifully formed breasts, displayed themselves to me, with their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over.

It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination.

Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn’t take my eyes off the two deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision will stay with me for ever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles, looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their dripping.

“Come on then!”

“I think I’ll stay in for a while.”

“Don’t be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come on. Don’t be such a prude!”

“I can’t. Jenna, you’re my friend, you’re a wonderful girl, but you’re naked and I’m naked and nature has taken over.”

“You’re not going to ravish me, are you?”

“Of course not.”

“Well that’s a relief.” There was a hint of un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. “I’ll not look while you get to your towel.”

She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry’s obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well.

We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me, Jenna turned and said.

“If you’re not going to ravish me, at least you might kiss me.”

I couldn’t believe it. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly perfect relationship. I’d just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality and my cock was still in awe.

I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur, attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to explore each other as her towel fell away.

I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from there down onto her breast. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks.

I’ve got one hand on my first ever female breast, the other on a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the disappointment.

This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften.

While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs.

“Rub me gently.” She broke from the kiss for just long enough to say and then our mouths joined again.

My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the slick moistness of her excitement. I don’t know what I expected, but nothing so delightfully slippery and exciting.

“Slowly and softly.” Said the voice in my ear as she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed.

“Even slower.

"Even gentler.

"Yes.

"Just like that.”

Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees.

Seconds later a female voice shouted, “Hello in there.”

“Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It’s Paula. She often pops round for a swim on hot days. Quick.”

We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly.

To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly!

“Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet! You don’t have to be Einstein to work out what’s been going on. You just be bloody careful if you’re going to play with big girls toys. I’m not ready to be aunty Paula yet.” She turned and marched off.

Paula’s words hit home hard.

“I don’t want to be aunty Paula.”

I am quite sure she didn’t, but I’m even more certain that Jenna didn’t want to be a mother and I certainly didn’t want to be a father. In that era it would have been a ‘had to get married’ situation and my education was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both of us, such were the attitudes of the day.

What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had her way. Erections don’t think!

Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for the next period. What if it didn’t come. Was she always regular, or could she sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days, unless of course, you had to.

What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I’m assuming Jenna would even allow it, but what if?

I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as well. Even if I made sure he wasn’t serving, could I face putting 'a packet of three’ on the counter in front of his female assistant. I’d die of embarrassment.

I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist shop.

“You know so and so’s lad?”

“Yea, him.”

“Well he came in today and bought some, ahem, Durex.”

“No! I wonder where he plans to use them.”

“Well there’s not much option down his way.”

“You mean 'her’?”

“Well, who else?”

“She wouldn’t though, would she? She’s such a well brought up girl and I doubt she’d do it before she was at least engaged.”

The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase elsewhere.

As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage boys do not go hand in hand.

We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the 'johnnies’ when a very attractive young lady came up and said.

“Can I help you?”

Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies. She’ll know I’m planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty. I didn’t have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Featherlight and several others.

OK, so maybe I’m going to have to actually ask! I don’t recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have to ask.

I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady serving. I thought, she doesn’t know me and she’ll never see me again, so what’s the problem? I approached the till.

“Yes, can I help?”

Arggggg the agony of it!

“A packet of featherlight please!”

She turned round to 'that’ shelf and said.

“Three or twelve?”

Twelve? TWELVE? I’m a virgin. I’ve never used one before. Twelve, you must be joking.

“Mmm three please.”

She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it’s also going to be my first?

Ironically I am not really 'planning’ to fuck. I am pretty sure that Jenna won’t allow it but, just in case, I’m prepared. Besides, how do I explain to her that I’ve got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am assuming she is 'that type of girl’ and would probably never speak to me again. Why is life so complicated?

The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by Paula, we enjoyed each other’s company at the pool and in the fields round about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer’s afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins.

We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much.

“When do you head off for uni?” Was the reality check she came up with.

“September.” I replied as I glanced across at her. Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our lips met.

It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages, tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths, hands starting to wander, exploring the secrets of each other’s bodies. Palms running over the smooth curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm breast. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious erection.

My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticised leg of her knickers. She unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence.

“Paula’s right you know.

"We must be careful.

"I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my first.

"But we can’t unless…”

“Unless I get 'something’?” I filled in the blank space.

“Yes, until then.”

I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something’ already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce.

“I will.” I whispered, relieved that the problem of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only one cure.

We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated.

“Next time.” She said. “I want to feel that inside. To know what it feels like.”

“Next time.” I repeated.

We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear.

I went home and put the pack of Featherlight back in its hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read and re read the instructions.

Tear open the foil packet.

Check the condom has the ridge on the outside.

Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen.

Roll it on to the penis.

After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the penis.

Discard the used condom.

When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna’s soft breast and wet panties had me hard in no time. I pinched the end and rolled it on.

So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing about Jenna’s gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure.

I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was still there! Several more attempts produced the same result.

I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve was getting very steep.

Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies with me whenever we were together, just in case.

We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of discovery, and once because our foreplay was just more stimulation than I could handle. It’s hard to recall just how stimulating it is having your cock rubbed by a gorgeous, near naked, girl that you are planning to have sex with, while enjoying the slippery sensation of your hand between her thighs. I didn’t know it was called premature ejaculation at that time, I just know it got so bloody exciting that I came before I even got the johnny on.

Eventually the great day came. We knew we would be undisturbed for a couple of hours, so we made our way to Jenna’s room. We cleared her bed of all the usual trappings of adolescence and fell into a deep embrace.

There was fumbling for sure. I couldn’t master her bra catch, even once I had managed to remove her T shirt. She came to the rescue and snapped it open allowing my probing hand access to her pert, warm, breasts. Her skirt was easier and the elastic didn’t put up much resistance. Now she is lying on top of the bedding clad only in her white cotton panties.

I gazed on in awe, and I have to confess to having a fetish about white cotton panties to this day, they feature in many of my fantasies.

I managed to strip down to my pants, very inelegantly, as we snogged and caressed each other. She allowed my hand to slip over her navel and into the waist band. Heaven.

My hand continued its journey southwards. Hair. More heaven.

As I continued my lust fuelled journey, my finger slid into the most divide between her legs. This is more than heaven. She meanwhile had eased my pants over my erection, very carefully, ever mindful of the previous disaster.

Gently and deliciously we removed each other’s final item of clothing. My memory of sliding off her white cotton panties, as she lifted her bottom willingly off the bed to help, and my hand sensing the taut flesh of her naked buttocks, is one of my most cherished. Eventually we were both totally naked, but this time with the express intention of having sex.

“Let’s do it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel it inside.” I fumbled with the foil packet. It was much harder to put on lying next to a naked girl than it had been in my room. I managed to remember to squeeze the end to make room for the inevitable, and returned to our embrace.

Somehow my totally inexperienced cock knew exactly what to do. I rolled gently on top of her and as my cock found that sacred space between her legs I felt it slide gently in. There is nothing sexier than that moment. The sliding sensation, as every nerve in your cock prepares for the climax..

Then I felt it start.

Oh no! I managed only a few gentle thrusts, then I came! Shit! Shit! Shit. I continued, as best I could, with a rapidly softening cock, but clearly it was not the success that modern porn films would have you believe, besides I had to get the johnny off before….well just before.

We kissed and cuddled some more and, much to my delight and her careful handling, Harry came back to life. Much more confident now, I started to rub her very gently as she massaged Harry. Harry hardened readily as I enjoyed the sensations of stroking her moist, excited, free flowing, sex.

I reached for the last foil packet. Tore it open. Checked it for inside out or right side in. Pinched the end and rolled it on. This time there was no disaster. Harry slipped easily into her moist haven.

She gasped as I started a rhythmic motion in and out. The sensation was just totally beyond anything I had ever experienced. We locked eyes and stared into each other’s souls. It wasn’t a stud performance, but it wan’t a disaster either. We grew up at that moment, we both became the sexual beings that destiny had mapped out for us. We didn’t just fuck, we actually made love.

By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica