My First Time

by SkyBubble. Listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had always thought my neighbor Belinda was attractive, even after she got glasses. She was well proportioned, with long black hair, ample tits, a round ass, and nice legs. She looked good in a swimsuit. But even as a kid, she had been the prettiest girl in first grade.

Belinda had been my neighbor since elementary school. Everyone called her Binny. We had played together and grown up together. As we both grew up, I had watched her mature into a beautiful adult woman.

We had both been away at school, so we hadn’t seen as much of each other as before, but we stayed in touch.

Periodically, I would glance at her. When she caught me, she would smile, blush, and look away. When the song ended I said; “Belinda, why do you look away from me?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know that this is often a signal.

Belinda blushed. “Well, I..”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Maybe a bit.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just keep noticing how beautiful you are.”

Belinda turned red. “Thank you,” she muttered softly. She seemed nonplussed by the compliment. She had always seemed a bit uncomfortable with compliments.

“I mean it. You’re a very attractive woman.” Belinda smiled.

“Thank you,” she said again. I sat next to her. Belinda shifted slightly. She looked down and twirled her hair.

I looked Belinda directly in the eye. She smiled again and licked her lips. I moved closer to her.

“Look at me, Belinda,” I said. She picked up her pretty head and stared at my lips. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Maybe a little bit,” she said.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. It’s me, your old friend. We’ve been friends for around fifteen years. Since first grade. We grew up together. You can trust me.” Belinda slid a little closer to me, on the side of the bed. I put my arm behind her. She put her head on my arm.

“I know,” Belinda said softly. “It’s just”

“Just what?”

“Most guys…want something.”

“What?”

“They want…” Her voice trailed off. She barely got the next words out. “…to sleep with me.”

“I can understand that,” I said. She gave me a puzzled, slightly irritated look. “You’re a beautiful woman. Inside and out.”

“You said that. Thank you.” Belinda smiled again. She was almost in tears. Her head was on my shoulder. “You’re my best friend,” Belinda said. “I know you won’t take advantage of me.”

“Right,” I said. Belinda licked her lips. She twirled her hair. I reached around and gave her a hug. Suddenly, Belinda took her glasses off.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” said Belinda.

“Why would I mind?” I asked. I had wanted to kiss her for a long time. I leaned over, took her face in my hands, and gave my old friend a good, strong kiss. She responded by sitting up and returning the kiss, Her eyes twinkled.

“I like that,” Belinda said. “I like that a lot.” She moved closer until our bodies touched each other, and she gave me a long kiss.

“Nice,” she said. I put my arm around her. Belinda snuggled up next to me, her hand on my leg. I kissed the back of her neck. It seems that startled her. She jumped and moaned.

“What are you doing?” Belinda said in a surprised tone.

“Belinda, look at me.” She looked me in the eye. “Do you trust me?”

“Well…yeah…I think so. You’re my best friend.”

“Yes,” I said. “We’ve been friends for a long time.”

“I think since we were six,” Belinda said.

“I admit I had kind of a crush on you even then,” I said. Belinda smiled. I gently moved my hand to Belinda’s boob. She shifted in toward me.

“What are you doing?” she said, not in a stern or angry way.

“You seem uncomfortable, Binny,” I said. “May I ask you a personal question?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Have you ever had sex?”

“No,” Belinda said softly, with a touch of sadness in her voice.

“Would you like to?”

“Uh, I…I don’t know,” Belinda replied. “Maybe.”

“I love that answer,” I said. “It’s beautifully honest. One of the many beautiful things about you.”

Belinda smiled. She put her head down. “Thank you,” she said softly.

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we go with it, and when you want to stop, we’ll stop. If you don’t want to do something, just say no. I won’t push it. OK?”

“OK,” she said tentatively.

“Come kiss me again,” I said. Belinda hit me with a fervent kiss. Her mouth was wide open. I kissed her open mouth and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She giggled. I put my arms around her. I undid her bra.

Belinda reached inside her top and took her bra off. I kissed her tits over her shirt. She took it off. I blew in her ear.

“Oh,” Belinda sighed. “Ah.” I ran my hands up and down her sides while I kissed her round, firm breasts. My tongue licked her nipples. I gently bit them and I sucked on them.

“That’s nice,” said Belinda. “I like that.” Her hand was back on my leg. She gently touched my crotch, then quickly withdrew. My cock was bulging. I stood up.

“Where are you going?” said Belinda. She grabbed me and kissed me again. She unzipped my pants and blew in my ear. My hand was on her round ass. I took off my shirt.

“Oh,” Belinda said with a smile. I pulled her close to me, our bodies grinding against each other. i put my hand back on Belinda’s shapely butt; and pulled her pants off. With a kiss, Belinda unbuckled my belt.

Belinda stretched out on my bed, displaying her womanly charms. “I want it!” she almost yelled. “I want it now.”

“Belinda,” I said, “do you want to do it?”

“Yes!”

“You want to have sex?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to be your first?”

“Yes! I want you to be my first!”

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want it! I want you!”

“What do you want?” I said.

“I want your cock! I want you to stick it deep inside me.”

“Are you sure?” I said.

“I’m sure,” she said. “I want you to do me, ravish me. I need you to take me.”

“You want me to take your virginity?”

“Yes! Right now! Please! I’m horny as hell! I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”

“OK, then,” I said. I lay next to Belinda. I slipped her soaking panties off. She was dripping.

“You’re wet.” She nodded. I took off my underpants and I kissed Belinda again. She moaned. She wrapped herself around me.

“This might hurt a little,” I said as I placed my finger on the lips of Belinda’s cunt.

“That’s OK,” she said, smiling. “I’m a big girl.” I slipped my finger inside her vagina. I rotated it, moving a little further into her until I found her clitoris. Belinda gasped as I fingered her clit. I rotated it around while Belinda began idly playing with my penis.

I stuck another finger in Belinda. She began stroking my dick more seriously. She was sweating.

“This is great,” Belinda said.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I said. Belinda laughed. As if on an impulse, Belinda raised herself up and kissed my stiff cock. She began to lick it.

“Careful,” I said. “You don’t want me to pop before I’m in you.”

“OK,” Belinda said, and she opened her mouth and put her pretty lips around my hard organ. Her ample tits bounced up and down with the motion of her head.

“I’m about to pop,” I said. “Are you sure you can take it in?”

Belinda laughed. “Ah,” she said.

“OK,” I said, a little skeptically. Then what I had warned her about happened. I popped. My cock jerked around, hitting the roof of Belinda’s mouth and releasing my sperm into her mouth.

At first, Belinda seemed to be taking it in. Suddenly, she coughed and spat jism all over. She smiled and licked her lips, then kissed me.

“Damn,” Belinda said, my juice dripping from her pretty face.

I got up. “I’ll get a towel,” I said. I tossed the towel to Belinda and she wiped her face. I got back on the bed. I said. I kissed her slowly but firmly on the lips, moving down to her tits, down her torso to her pussy. I kissed her pussy.

“Having a good time?” I said.

“Boy, am I!”

“Well, it’s about to get better.” Having already invaded her with my finger, it was easier to get my face in. I opened the walls of her female area and my tongue slowly caressed her cunt, getting a little further inside Belinda. She was breathing heavily.

“Oh, Christ,” said Belinda. “That’s so nice.” She continued to work my penis in her hand. It was growing harder.

I continued to work her pussy. Belinda was breathing hard. Her body was shaking. “Oh, God!” she exclaimed. She could barely contain herself.

My cock stood erect. Belinda stopped stroking it. I finished eating her.

“Give me that!” Belinda said. “I need it! Put it inside me Now!”

I pushed and got a bit inside the lip of Belinda’s cunt. I pulled back and pushed again.

“Ow!”

I gently kissed her and thrust again. Belinda bit her lip and grabbed the sheets. With a couple more pushes, I got fully into her wet pussy. I moved slowly in and out, a little deeper with each thrust, until my hard, stiff dick was as deep as it could get.

Belinda was bug eyed. She was sweating and moaning loudly. I kept pushing in and out, in and out.

“Oh!” I kept thrusting. “Oh, oh my God!” Belinda had never felt anything like that before.

“You OK?” I said.

“OK? I’m fantastic! Jesus Christ, this is good!” I sped up the pace just a little. My balls slapped Belinda’s no longer innocent pussy over and over. “Oh, my God!”

Belinda’s eyes got wide, her breath got short, her legs bent, and she was sweating. I couldn’t tell if she was ecstatic or scared to death, or both.

“OH, MY, GOD!” Belinda cried. “So good!”

I popped. Belinda recognized it from when I popped in her mouth. Her body continued to spasm and tremble with ecstatic pleasure as my cock spat a large stream of juice into her cunt. She could hardly breathe. The stream exhausted, my cock went flaccid.

“Wow, so that’s what it feels like,” Belinda said once she caught her breath. “Wow, cool.”

“You OK? How are you feeling?” I said.

“Great,” Belinda said. “That was really good!” She looked at me and smile. “Thank you. I’m glad you were my first. I hope we can do it again really soon.”

I kissed her. “Any time, Belinda. Any time.”

by SkyBubble for Literotica

by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

CHAPTER 6

I was back again the following morning wearing a dark blue blazer and medium blue slacks. I had a white button-down shirt with a paisley tie when I walked to Steffi’s door. Her mom answered with a grin on her face. “I knew you were nothing but trouble, Rob; taking my Jewish daughter to a Christian church. Tisk; tisk.”

“Don’t blame me; she asked to come. Okay, if I bring her back after dinner? Does she have any homework she has to do?”

“Yes to the first question, and no to the second. Actually, I don’t mind that she’s attending church. We should all go a lot more regularly. Unfortunately, Neil isn’t the religious kind. Oh, here’s the convert now.”

“Right, Mom; I’m going to join the Salvation Army, sing on street corners and pass the tambourine. Don’t you always tell me all the good they do? I’ll bet they’d just love to get their hands on a nice Jewish girl like me. Morning, Rob.” She walked up to me and laid a big kiss on my lips.

“I think we need to go. I have to be there early. Do you have something comfortable you can change into?” She nodded and pointed to the hallway. We said our good-byes and left.

I held the door for her and walked around to the driver’s side. I had just buckled up when she leaned over and kissed me again, a lot more energy and love in this one now that we were alone. It was so wonderful I didn’t want it to end; I was ten minutes late for our pre-service meeting which did not make the choral director very happy. Worse, I couldn’t explain very well why I was late. What would I say? “Sorry, but I was engaged in a torrid kiss with my girlfriend?” I didn’t think that would go over too well. Fortunately, I knew the two hymns they wanted me to sing. I led Steffi to a pew, got her comfortable, and gave her $10 for the collection. Then I kissed her cheek and walked away. I had explained that I had to be with the choir the entire time.

We sang several times during the service, but at Communion I was to sing “Amazing Grace” as a solo. The Choir and I sang “This Little Light of Mine” at the end with me in the lead and the choir behind me. Both were well done, I thought. It was almost eleven when we walked out. I introduced Steffi to the minister who noticed her star, but only commented that he hoped he’d see her again. “Okay, I’m sure you’re hungry. I know that I am so we have two choices; breakfast or lunch. C’mon, I know of a nice restaurant we can go to for either.”

We both opted for breakfast which was big enough to last until dinner before driving straight to my house. “Let’s do something this afternoon,” I suggested, “and, no, not that. It can wait until later.” We decided to drive into Cambridge and walk hand in hand along the Charles, the river that runs between Boston and Cambridge. It was a beautiful fall day with plenty of sunlight and not too much humidity. We found a nice park bench and sat, watching the world go by. I brought some leftover rolls from the breakfast and we fed the squirrels and pigeons. It was really nice, but we both wanted to be somewhere else. I got the hint when Steffi moved up really, really close to me; almost in my lap.

“Okay, I can take the hint. Let’s go home and you can have your way with me.”

“Oh, goodie; that’s just what I was thinking. C’mon!” She jumped up and pulled me along, not that I was reluctant. No; I was just as eager as she was. I drove home, a drive of about a half hour watching Steffi disrobing in my car as we went.

“I just hope we don’t get stopped by a cop. Look at you; you’re almost naked.”

“I am not! I’m naked and ready to go. See, I just have my top draped over my body and my skirt over my bottom half. If you go ahead of me I can run in and right upstairs.”

“Suppose I want to do it downstairs, like on the floor or the kitchen table.”

“You are so kinky. Is this what going to church does to you? I thought it was kind of interesting, actually. I liked that it was in English. You’d be lost if you came to temple with me. Know any Hebrew?”

“I might if they had any operas in Hebrew. Guess why I studied Italian in high school and why I’m still studying it now.”

“You know, Rob I’ve never seen you do any homework.”

“I do plenty, but I’m in a different situation than a lot of my classmates. There are a lot who want to be doctors, and dentists, and lawyers. They need really great grades to get into grad school. I already know what I’m going to do; in fact, I’m already doing it. Grades aren’t as important to me. I don’t want to flunk out, although that wouldn’t be a catastrophe. I’d just start working full-time earlier. But don’t worry, I’m doing plenty of work between Sunday night and Friday afternoon.”

I turned down my street and Steffi made ready for her dash; her naked dash. I was out of the car in a second and had the door to the house open. “Now!” I yelled, hoping I wasn’t being too loud. Steffi was out in a flash; no pun intended. I had to laugh. The whole thing was hilarious. We had more than enough time to fuck three or four times if we wanted to before I had to take her home. I patted her ass as she bolted past me, sliding to a halt on the living room carpet.

“Let’s see if there’s a football or baseball game on. You do know I’m a Yankees fan, don’t you?”

“I should have known; a Yankee fan! Dear God, I’m in love with a Yankee fan.”

“It could be worse. You could be in love with a Bosox fan like I am.”

“Okay; I’ll forgive you if you fuck me; right now; this very second.”

“Do I at least have the time to get rid of these,” I asked, pointing to my clothes. She gave me her frustrated look as I literally tore the clothes from my body before lying in the middle of the carpet. Steffi lay on top of me, rubbing her beautiful firm tits into my chest as she kissed me, her tongue actively exploring my mouth. Rather than reach for my erection she rubbed her prominent mound over it. The sensations were much like being jerked off except in this case she shifted her body and I slid easily into her velvet vise.

Steffi’s body was loaded with muscles. Her soccer kept her in great shape. She also swam which accounted for her strong shoulders and played volleyball in the spring. She was strong and supple, with probably less than five percent body fat and all of that in her tits. Right now I was most interested in her vaginal muscles which were squeezing my cock with incredible strength. Steffi’s cunt was tight, but it was her muscles that made fucking her so wonderful. My eight-inch cock was almost two in diameter and it barely fit into her, even with her copious lubrication which was always present. What I loved most though, was that she seemed to be multi-orgasmic. We could fuck all day, and I thought that we would sometime in the near future, and Steffi would come easily every time.

Steffi was on top, her favorite position, although we hadn’t done doggie yet or any of the intricate positions found in the Kama Sutra, a copy of which sat in my bookcase. I lay very still while she drove her hard clit into me. She leaned forward, her hands on my chest as she changed position and the angle of my penetration. Now I had to move; it was an involuntary reflex as I began to drive into her, bouncing my cock into her cervix every time. Strangely, she seemed to love it. In fact, the rougher we fucked the better she was with it. Rough sex seemed to give her the release she needed and savored so much. As always her look of determination dissipated into one of euphoria as her climax approached. My pace increased for two reasons; for my own much desired release and to help her over the edge.

We had worked up quite a sweat from our workout. Our movements were frenetic and disjointed until; suddenly; we stopped and hung in position for perhaps two seconds before resuming our frantic coupling and our mutual explosion. So strong was Steffi’s that she actually squirted onto my abdomen.

“Oh my God! What was that? What did I do to you? I have never cum like that before!”

“I think you squirted. I’m afraid to get up. I’m going to drip all over the carpet. I shudder to think what Joe and Carla will say.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll cover my puss with my hand and get something for you from the kitchen.” She pulled herself off my cock and covered up with her hand. She looked hilarious walking that way into the kitchen; legs spread wide, hand over her sex in that wonderful space between her legs. “Okay,” she called, “I’ve got myself pretty much wiped up, but I could use a tampon to hold it in. I’ll be in for you in a minute.”

I put my hands behind my head and waited patiently. I almost choked when I saw her; naked with only one of Carla’s aprons tied in front of her slender body. Of course, she picked a clear vinyl one barely concealed her assets. She held a sponge in one hand and some paper towels in the other. “You’ll be happy to know that I ran this under the hot water.” She ran it over my abdomen and I was. The warmth was welcomed as she washed me. Seconds later she dried me with the towels then wiped her cunt in a futile attempt to stem the flow of semen from her tunnel. Finally, she gave up and returned her panties to her body, a towel in the crotch.

CHAPTER 6

“Rob; will you sing and play for me? You know how much I love listening to you.” Steffi pleaded.

“No, Steffi; I refuse, but I will sing and play With you.”

“Rob, I’ll just embarrass myself. You know I’m not very good.”

“I think you’ll do fine, after all I’ll be your audience. C’mon, let’s go to my practice room.” Steffi had seen almost all of my house, but not my soundproof practice room, the area I had converted from an old porch. Still naked I led her down a short corridor. I turned on the lights first because it would be totally black in there without them. The entire room; walls and ceiling--was covered in acoustic foam, you know that black stuff with all the irregular surfaces; the hills and valleys. Along one wall were a big professional reel-to-reel tape recorder and my instruments. I set up a chair for Steffi then I sat behind the harp.

I played a few chords and reached onto the table for some sheet music. “These are for a tenor so just go up an octave, okay?” She looked at me doubtfully as she took the music. The first selection would be “Galway Bay.” I already knew the song well. I started the recorder and we began; almost.

“You’re going to tape this?”

“Yes; to prove to you that you’re not bad. Okay; one, two, three, four; .” We began together and Steffi did an admirable job considering it was her first time with the song. I used the harp to control the tempo and provide the background. Pretty soon Steffi was feeling comfortable with it even though we were both still naked. I played the tape back and we listened together. “This is how I practice. Now let’s sing a few more times and we’ll tape it again.” We did sing it twice more, but during an instrumental part I was concentrating on playing and didn’t notice Steffi come up behind me. I turned my head and got a face full of tits. Steffi laughed madly and once I had recovered from the shock I opened my mouth and suckled. In seconds her laughing disappeared, replaced by, “Oh, Rob. Oh.” Then she began to moan so I pushed one finger into her cunt; not surprisingly it was extremely wet. I fucked her with my finger for almost a minute before pulling it out, moving my tongue to her clit, and those fingers to her asshole. Fucking her there while sucking and nibbling her clit; Steffi lost any semblance of control in mere seconds. I grabbed her with my free hand and lowered her to the floor so she wouldn’t hurt herself as I continued my assault. It didn’t take long for Steffi to cum, but I never stopped. Her orgasm went on and on for almost a minute. Finally, I stopped, taking her into my arms.

“Best thing about that,” I teased her, “is that I got the whole thing on tape.” Her expression was priceless. I couldn’t help myself; I laughed wildly. Soon Steffi joined me. We looked into each other’s eyes and kissed as I carried her up to the bedroom where I lay her gently onto the bed. Our kiss continued as I fell in behind her, holding and caressing her body. We stayed there for almost an hour until I heard her stomach complaining.

To be continued, by senorlongo.

by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

CHAPTER 3

I was up early, around 7:30, to shave and shower before breakfast. I walked in to find Joe busy with the dishes and Carla at the stove. “I can’t thank the two of you enough for everything last night. The dinner was delicious and the tortoni was out of this world.”

“We’re glad you liked it, Rob,” Carla replied. “She seemed like a very nice girl.”

“She is. I’ll be seeing her again today and this time I’m definitely giving you the rest of the day off. I have to attend the concert tonight so I’ll take her into Boston for dinner. Would you like to go? It’ll only take a phone call.”

“Why are you going, Rob?” It was Joe, just finished with the dishwasher.

“They’re going to call me up to sing a couple of songs. I guess to help build an audience for my concerts. I’m not all that well known around here, you know.”

“We’ve heard you sing. You’ll be famous, for sure. What do you think, Carla, should we put up with some second-class music so we can hear Rob sing tonight?” Ever the actress, Carla thought about it for several seconds before smiling and nodding.

“Can you get us four tickets, Rob? We’d like to show off for our daughter and her snobby husband.” I laughed and agreed.

“Oh; I had to change the sheets last night. Sorry for making more work for you.”

“Somehow,” Carla laughed again, “I doubt you’re the least bit sorry. You make a lovely couple and you should enjoy yourselves. You don’t have to apologize ever for that. Now what would you like to eat?” I had a cheese omelet with a load of bacon and some sausages washed down with a large glass of orange juice. I had a single-cup coffee maker, but I never used it. I loved the smell of coffee, but hated the taste. Somehow it never appealed to me and, truthfully, I didn’t miss the caffeine. I knew a few of my high school friends who were absolutely useless until they had their first cup in the morning. I left around 8:30 for the drive to Malden High School where Steffi was playing in a soccer game. Had I known she had a game I would have insisted she go home earlier for a good night’s sleep.

I parked the car and walked toward the field behind the school. There were people in the stands, but probably fewer than a hundred. The game was already underway and I was looking for Steffi when I heard, “Rob! Rob!” It was Steffi’s brother, Jeremy, calling and waving to me. I looked up to see him and Steffi’s parents relaxing and watching the game with a group of friends. I walked up to meet them then sat in a nearby open place. Jeremy pointed out his sister to me. She was a defensive player, meaning that she rarely had a chance to score, but played an important role in stopping the other team. I knew from my basketball experience how important that could be.

Jeremy asked me about playing ball. I explained that I had been a four-year starter for my team and how I had played both guard and forward, but at six feet, three inches I was too small to do that in college where I hoped to play. I was already in a PE class with a bunch of hopefuls. There are no athletic scholarships in Division III so prospective players had to try out just like in high school. There were thirty “players” in my afternoon class and maybe five of them could make my high school team, but not as starters. Most of them were terrible, lacking both skill and conditioning. I agreed to give Jeremy some pointers after the game.

To be continued, by senorlongo.

In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

And Whosoever Will Be First Among You, Let Her Be Your Servant.

Ryan looks up at the stately building. He last visited here on a Grade 6 field trip, seven years ago. This would be a very different experience.

Ryan walks through the main door, passes through a scanner at a security checkpoint, and follows signs downstairs to the West Service Rooms, where another security guard waits behind a window.

"I'm Ryan Ganter, I have a 1400 hours appointment," he says to the guard.

"ID, please?"

Ryan shows him an ID, and the guard swipes it on his computer. "Yes, you're in W7. This is your first time, it says. Welcome.

Ryan nods, and the guard buzzes him through a pair of doors into a locker room. There's two other men there, a burly one taking off his clothes, and another one wearing glasses putting his back on. Ryan says nothing, finds a locker and begins putting his jacket and shoes into it. He notices the man taking his clothes off has finished, and has taken a cloth from a stack on a shelf and wrapped it around his lower torso, from his midsection to just above his knees.. Ryan takes a wrap too and continues undressing. He has only his underwear on when he puts the wrap around himself and seals the Velcro.

"Hey, you should know, they won't let you in with underwear on. Just the wrap," says the man in glasses.

"Oh, thanks," says Ryan, and pulls his underwear down without taking the wrap off. He puts it in the locker and locks it, now with nothing at all except the wrap around his lower torso and the plastic ring key on his finger.

Ryan looks around and notices that the connecting passages are labeled To Waiting Room and Washrooms/Showers. A digital clock on the wall reads 1300. Ryan thinks to himself that maybe being clean would be a good for this, so he goes into the washroom, where he is alone. The shower area is communal, with several shower heads coming out from the walls. He puts his wrap on a hook and enters the showers.

He's lathering himself up when another man enters the washroom, wearing a wrap. Bashful, Ryan covers his crotch with his hands. The man says "Kid, you better get used to being naked if you're going to come here." As if to prove it, he removes the wrap and puts it over his shoulder before going up to a urinal.

Ryan looks away and finishes showering. By the time he's done, the other man is gone, so he dries himself off with a towel and puts the wrap back on. Back out in the locker room, the clock now reads 13:10.

Ryan heads down the hallway marked To Waiting Room. He turns a corner and sees a security checkpoint, with a young male guard and a full-body scanner. He enters the full-body scanner and a door closes behind him, enclosing him on all sides. "Sir, I need to conduct a visual on you. Please remove your wrap."

Ryan slowly unfastens the wrap and holds it in his hands. The guard closely examines Ryan's body, from head to toe, and asks Ryan to turn so the guard can see all sides. Ryan is very uncomfortable but complies. After the guard finishes, satisfied, he says. "Ok, you may put your wrap back on, sir." Ryan does, and then the guard operates the scanner. It is silent, and the guard opens a door to let him proceed. 'Very well, sir. The waiting room is beyond the next door. When she's ready, you'll hear an announcement. Enjoy your service, sir."

Ryan says "Thanks," unlocks the next door with his key and walks through to a waiting room. While he's getting his bearings Ryan hears an announcement: "Mr. Bennett, please accept service now in W5. Mr. Bennett, W5." A man gets up and, using his key, goes through a door marked To Service Rooms.

Ryan sees magazines on the side tables, and a television on one side of the room displaying a soccer match silently, with captions. A number of men sit around the room, some looking at magazines or at the television, and some looking at a series of framed photos on all the walls.

Around the room there are framed photos of naked women, just their faces and torsos, with their legs off the edge of the photo. Looking closer, Ryan sees that each woman is in the middle of intercourse, although all you can see of the man is his penis, coming in from outside the frame to enter the woman.

Ryan finds the sight of this a bit much. He sees a reader with a display on the wall, and tests his key: sure enough, it displays his name, the number of his locker, and "13:15, 14:00 appt, W7 15:10." So Ryan guesses he'll be here for nearly two hours before he will actually get in. Fortunately, he likes soccer.

He watches the match until it's over, and then begins reading a sports magazine. Eventually, he hears his own name: "Mr. Ganter, please accept service in W7." He gets up, unlocks the To Service Rooms door with his key, and enters a hallway. Following signs, he turns to the right and continues to the door for W7. Hesitating just a bit, he uses his key to unlock that door, and walk in.

The door closes behind him before he can take in what he's seeing. A woman, who looks to be about thirty-five though Ryan knows she is older, kneels on the floor before him, wearing only the sheerest of robes, which hides nothing. Her long light brown hair reaches down to touch her breasts, which are round and high on her body.

With a professional smile, she says, "Hello, my name is Judy. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?"

Ryan can hardly get a word out. "Wow..."

Judy's smile becomes more genuine. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad my appearance pleases you."

Ryan continues to stare. "Um.. well... could you.. maybe... get up so I could see all of you?"

"Of course, sir." Judy gets up off the ground and pushes the small bench she was kneeling on over to the side of the room. She opens her arms wide, spreads her legs slightly, and turns in a full circle. Her robe hides nothing; he can see her breasts, her derrière. She is hairless, so he can see her cleft.

"I can see you find this arousing, sir. May I remove your wrap?" Ryan can't speak but nods. Judy pulls the wrap off with one hand and runs her other hand down his erect penis before turning to hang the wrap on a hook by the door Ryan had used.

She turns back to him and again kneels, this time on the floor. "Sir, I am here to serve. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?"

Ryan starts off, "Pre" before Judy interrupts him.

"No, sir, in here I am just Judy. Please call me Judy, sir."

Ryan nods and says "Judy. I want to ... I want to fuck you."

"Of course, sir," says Judy. "What if I lie on the bed, and you get on top?" Not waiting for an answer, she removes her robe and hangs it on a hook on the far side of the room. Ryan finally notices the bed against the wall as, now fully naked, she lies on it. "Sir, please come here and fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me."

Ryan doesn't wait for a second invitation. He gets up on the bed, crawls to a point between her legs and points his penis toward her vagina. "Just a minute, sir," she says, as she guides him inside her. "Yes, please sir, please fuck me."

Ryan begins thrusting. But, though an effort of will, he stops himself and pulls out, sitting up in front of her. "No! Not yet. I want more."

Judy looks up at him quizzically. "Of course, sir. How may I serve you?"

Ryan says "I want... I want to touch you."

Ryan gets off the bed and begins using his hands: he gropes Judy's breasts, rubs her nipples with his fingertips, and reaches down and moves his fingers up and down through her outer lips, which makes Judy moan slightly. "Sir, that's good."

Ryan turns her away from him onto her side, and begins groping her buttock. "Please, sir, not too hard... ah, thank you sir," says Judy. After a moment of this he begins using one hand on her buttock and reaches the other around her and holds her breast, squeezing gently and then rubbing, which elicits an " Ah, Ah," from Judy. Finally, Ryan has her get on hands and knees, gets behind her on the bed, and enters her vagina from behind. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy, sir," says Judy. This time Ryan doesn't stop himself and he comes. Breathing heavily, he pulls out, rolling away from Judy, pushing his back against the wall.

After a moment, Judy gets up off the bed, kneels, and starts to speak. "On—"

"Wait," interrupts Ryan, "do we have any more time?"

Judy says "Yes, sir, we've only been a few minutes. Are you not satisfied with your service?"

"Yeah. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions."

"Oh. Sir. I can't answer anything about what I do on the outside in here, sir."

"No, I just wanted to know... how can you do this? Out there, you're... you. In here, you begged me to fuck you. You don't even know me. I mean, that's so wild."

Judy pauses. "Well, sir, I asked you to fuck me because I knew it's what you wanted — although I wanted it too. In here or out there, I'm a woman. My pussy may not be on display when I'm outside, but it's always there underneath my clothes, and sometimes I get horny and wet and I want to have a cock like yours inside."

"But whatever my feelings are, when I'm in here, I'm here to serve you, sir, and the men who come after you. That's what Sexual Equity is, the system we live under, the bargain we made so I can do what I do. And I believe in that system, sir, truly. My service in here makes me better at what I do, out there."

Ryan stares at her, nonplussed.

"Sir, I can tell you don't understand. Let me try again." Judy rises from the floor and sits on the side of the bed next to Ryan, who moves to lie on his back, looking up at her. She reaches out to his penis with one hand and begins to stroke it.

"I don't just do this because it's a condition of my job. When people give service to others, in any way, it changes us for the better. Service gives us a sense of purpose and satisfaction. By easing stress, it makes us happier and healthier. And when we serve others it not only helps others feel closer to us, but also helps us feel closer to them. Giving of ourselves helps us see the kindness and generosity in others. I don't know if you're a Christian, sir, but Christ commands us to serve others, as He served the people in His days on earth."

Judy gets up on the bed, kneeling alongside him, facing him. She picks up Ryan's hand and places it on her breast, and then begins to use both her hands to massage him, alternately lightly touching his scrotum and stroking and squeezing his penis, which is beginning to harden again..

"Sex is another way that people become closer together — literally, since we touch each other, but being open and vulnerable with our bodies makes us feel open and vulnerable emotionally, too. You must feel closer to me now, sir, than you did when you came in."

Ryan manages to grunt, "uh-huh." His penis is again becoming fully erect.

"This is even more true for women. When you're inside me, and I'm all around you, it feels like you're not separate from me, but part of me." Judy moves over to sit astride Ryan; she opens her labia with one hand and guides Ryan's penis to enter her vagina with the other. "And when it's over, you come in me, and my body absorbs the fluid. You literally do become part of who I am." She moves herself up and down slowly on Ryan's penis; he moans. "So if serving you makes me feel close to you, and sex makes me feel close to you, then serving you with sex makes me feel as close as I can ever feel with another person."

"You're right, sir, I don't know you; I'll never know your name." She picks up his hand off her breast and kisses it, then takes both his hands and pulls them around to her derrière. "Sir, hold my ass, pull me in tight. I don't learn your name because in this room you are not just yourself, but a representative of all the people of our country. I serve you, and fuck you, so that I can feel as close as possible to all the people you represent. Feel as though everyone in the country is part of me." She continues moving herself up and down, grinding on Ryan's genitals. "My service to you makes my feelings, wants and needs as closely aligned with my country's as they can possibly be. And that's why doing what we're doing now makes me better at what I do outside this room."

She moves up and down more quickly, grinds harder. "I hope this feels good, sir. I want to make you come, sir, so I can feel closer to everyone. Sir, can you come one more time for me?"

Ryan could.

Judy slowly gets off Ryan and lies on the bed. Ryan's still on his back; she's on her side, her face next to his. After a moment, she kisses his cheek and says, "Is there any other way I can serve you, sir?"

Ryan shakes his head no. He can hardly move; he is drained. She moves closer and whispers in his ear, "I love my country, sir, and right now, you are my country."

She lies there for two minutes, resting her hand on his arm, their naked bodies touching. Nothing more is said. Eventually she kisses his cheek again and leaves the bed. She takes the very thin robe from its hook, and puts it on; Ryan can't see why, since it doesn't hide anything. She then kneels on the floor; Ryan turns to look. "Sir, I have to go now." She looks at a clock on the wall. "It won't be long before they ask you to leave so they can clean. Your ring key will open the exit door."

She then recites, "On behalf of His Majesty's Government, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service."

She rises and moves toward the rear door. Ryan calls, "Wait!" She looks questioningly back at him.

"Could you just turn around, let me look at you one more time? I want to remember this."

Judy smiles, and again holds out her arms and does a slow twirl, while Ryan stares at her body. "Um, thanks," Ryan says.

"Of course, sir. And I mean it sincerely when I say, thank you for letting me serve you." She turns to type a code into a hidden keypad, unlocking the rear door; she exits the room.

Ryan lies there for another moment before getting off the bed, putting the wrap back around himself and using the ring key to open the door he had come in.

Judy closes the door behind her and exhales. Going to the closet, she places her robe in a hamper. She checks the clock again, regrets that she doesn't have time to take her usual shower, and begins to put her clothes back on: underwear, white silk top, navy blazer and skirt, dark stockings and low pumps. She takes just a moment to brush out her hair, and exits.

Her assistant is outside the Service Office entrance. "Prime Minister."

"Hello, Jules," says Judy. "Well. It's been a long time since I've had a first-timer. It's better than I remember. Anyway. What's next?"

"Well, Prime Minister, they're waiting in your office for your Question Time briefing, and then you have the Transport Minister at 16:30."

"When's my next service appointment?"

"Tonight at 20, and tomorrow morning you have two in a row, at seven-thirty and eight-thirty, before prime minister's questions start at ten."

"Thanks. I'd better get ready for Question Time," says Judy. They head up the stairs.

To be continued in part 2, by oolonroosevelt for Literotica

Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet together, behind his shoulder blades.

Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her head, and tossed back by the bags.

She stepped carefully one leg out of the wet panties, returning to the warmth of his arm and pulling him even closer as she did so. Her gentle murmur as his hands felt the shape of her hips and thighs spurred him on, piquing his interest in this new adventure, this new and unusual setting. The absence of wet fabric quickly allowed her pelvis to dry and her body warmth gradually increased. But His wet boxers were still a problem.

Their bodies relaxed into one another as they dried out within their towel, and he felt her goose bumps disappear from her legs. She pushed his boxers down, allowing their bodies to have full contact as they warmed up together. She lifted her head towards him, and they kissed for the first time since they had left her tent. He felt a sudden jolt of passion as her free hand reached down his belly and holding his contracted and rippled sack of balls. She continued to fondle his sack gently, and felt warmth return to his crotch. He was glad she wasn’t giving attention to his shriveled wet pecker, which would need much more warmth an blood flow, to resume even a normal flaccid size. It wasn’t even worthy of being called a cock, when shriveled this tiny.

 He was preparing an embarrassed explanation for his tiny tally whacker, but it was welcome surprise for him that the awakening of his desire to know every intimate corner of her body, to feel his release at her demand and within her. Had somehow convinced his unconscious brain to re=prioritize rations of blood flow and retention to his promising phallus.

His hands reached her breasts, feeling her nipples hard once more. She moaned as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, the bottom of her breast cupped in his hand as she massaged his balls. Her warmth and dexterity both relaxing and tensing him in turn. They both felt as his cock stirred to her touch, her other hand released the towel and surrounding his shaft, as he swelled.

They stopped to spread the picnic blanket from her bag on the gentle hill of the dune behind them. They found a slight ravine where they could recline and be somewhat concealed by the several dunes, in every direction.

She beckoned for him to join her as she lay on her side, and he lay beside her. Hands were on hips, and kisses deepened. It was as though they were again cocooned in her tent the night before. They were completely warm suddenly, the coastal breeze seemed to pass over their heads and they enjoyed the refuge of these sand ravines.

Both were deeply turned on by the range of senses that had been awoken. Her breath began to quicken as she felt his erection press against her mons. She bent her upper knee and planted her foot to rest, creating an open crotch for him, and he felt as her body tensed slightly when his fingers wandered towards her most private place.

Trying not to spoil a moment she had been enjoying so much, she had hoped he would not notice her anxiety, but knew all too soon that he had. Their kiss ended, his hands moved reassuringly to her shoulders, following her lead.

"Nigel; I've never," She whispered. "I'm. I am enjoying this so much. But I've never done this before" Her face flushed red as she revealed this most intimate truth to the man she had only really met 24 hours ago.

He put a hand gently to her face, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Libby; This is new to me, too." He confessed. "I really have no conscious idea what I'm doing. Our bodies, though, seem to be working in a magical sync, like they’ve done this since the dawn of creation."

 Wry smiles grew on both of their faces as the reality of the situation dawned.

"I was so nervous I would mess things up, I really like you" he said eventually. "I want to explore with you".

"Me too" she replied "You've been giving me such pleasure, I assumed you had been with loads of people before.” They kissed, then she added’ “I want to learn what makes you feel good".

And so began a time of great learning for both of them. Their inhibitions lifted as they allowed themselves to be honest, to open up, to allow their most deeply-held feelings out to one another.

She traced every inch of his rippled, lean torso, feeling his ribs rise and fall calmly before circling his navel, running her fingers through his salty hair, his pubic hair. He guided her as she stroked his cock, exploring it carefully with her eyes as well as her hands. She felt as he neared the brink of orgasm; then brought him back from the edge with his words helping her to understand this most secret of connections. She kissed him tenderly, on his arms, his chest, his cock, her lips gently enveloping the tip, tasting his precum, feeling him harden in her mouth. She licked his length, learning how a change of pace or pressure affected him physically, hearing from him what felt good. It was beautiful for both of them, a symbol of trust, and a marker of a new chapter in their lives, their relationship. This was not simply about orgasm, about release, it was also about connection. He was not ready to collapse, not yet. So he withdrew from her mouth, telling her about how sensual it was, how much pleasure she had given him.

He felt her hip bones with eager hands, brought hands to her ass, felt the way textures changed. He put his hands on her thighs, felt as she moved onto her back, her legs opening, relaxing. He felt the softness of her inner thigh, how it became softer and softer as his hands neared her groin. She told him how much she wanted him to touch her, showed him how to touch her clitoris. He felt her wonderful heat again as his finger, wet with her moistness, explored delicate folds of skin. He had never seen a woman's vagina before, not in real life. He saw the way her labia darkened as he touched her, felt as her clitoris seemed to retract and then harden as she touched him. She was so open to him, so relaxed, her breathing deep and her chest was rising visibly. As he placed a finger at the entrance to her hot moist cunt, she groaned, urging him to explore inside her. His finger slipped more easily inside than he remembered from last night, her legs rising slightly as he felt her vaginal walls envelop his hungry finger. Another finger slid inside, and she told him to move them against each other inside her. As her hips rose further, she pulled her knees to her chest, and he felt the strong muscles at the entrance to her cunt open up, encouraging his fingers, deeper and deeper. He felt more horny in that moment than he could ever remember feeling before, as he saw her bulging vulva, wet with excitement, and so clearly trusting him to give her pleasure.

She was nearing orgasm, her breaths were shallower and her guidance less necessary. It was so exciting to be outside together. He was desperate, suddenly; to be even more intimate. He dipped his head between her legs and gingerly licked her clitoris, trying to emulate what his fingers had done at first. His fingers were still deep within her, and he felt her tighten around him as his tongue began to explore her tiny nub. She guided him once more, telling him to lick around her inner labia, her clitoris too sensitive to be the sole focus of his attentions. He saw as she began to play with her nipples, felt her reach for his cock.

But she surprised him. Instead of stroking him as before, she moved her body round, lying flat on her back and taking one of his legs and pulling over her torso, then sliding up so her cunt was directly under his mouth. Then she put her hand behind his head, and guiding it down to her vulva.

As he focused on his oral adventure between her thighs, he felt the exquisite feeling of her taking his turgid cock in her mouth; as he licked her clitoris.

It was the softest and most stimulating thing either of them had ever felt. There was absolute trust in both of them as they pleasured each other, her tongue and lips winding around his cock, as hard as it had ever been.

His tongue licked her whilst his arms wrapped around her ass, and his hands parted her labia, feeling her wetness combined with his saliva running down his hand, between her legs and between the cheeks of her perfectly-formed ass.

She felt as he inserted his fingers once more, and he felt as her cunt began to ripple, to contract around him, her panting building to a crescendo as she took him deeper into her mouth. They were in a sort of magical rhythm where both tension and a deep calm overcame any inhibition that might have previously existed.

His fingers squirmed as her spasms grew, she felt wave after wave of pleasure dominating her body.

“Oh, Nigel! Oh, Nigel. You’re Amazing!” was heard by the birds in the area, but no one else.

 As she was in her climatic bliss, his ability to hold back got weaker and weaker. He felt as the crown of his cock felt a soft place in her mouth, the warmth of her kisses overwhelming him. He felt as his balls contracted, felt as his orgasm built, not immediately like when he touched himself, but almost in slow motion. And then it arrived.

“Libby, here it comes, ah, ah!” he shouted.

He exploded in her mouth, releasing a guttural, almost primal shout as he came. She felt as he pulsed between her lips, tasted his semen for the first time.

“Oh, my fucking gawd, Libby!” You’re a sex goddess, baby!” He finally declared.

They held each other tighter in that moment than they had ever held anyone before, her nails digging into his thighs as his tongue gently lapped at her opening.

It was only after the sun began to come out that they moved from their embrace, his cock now soft, and his head resting on her thigh. She turned her body round so that they could kiss each other's mouths, and both could taste each other, the salt of the sea, a relaxedness returning. They lay in each other’s' arms as the sun shone, warming their naked bodies in that most beautiful of settings. And they knew that the next week would be one of further exploration, of firsts for them both.

The journey back to London was long and tiresome. Ferries, trains, carrying heavy packs. Libby bailed on her girlfriends and rode back with Nigel. This gave the new lovers some endless hours of private conversation and further cemented their bond.

He told her of his empty house, his parents away until Tuesday. Would she like to come and stay?

She immediately accepted his hospitality.

By the time they had got in, put a wash on, eaten takeout, and had a shower, they were spent. Eyes closing and ready for bed. This felt different to being away, and they were now even more nervous somehow.

“Have I satisfied you, Nigel?” Libby asked as they completed the late meal.

“And then some, Libby.” Nigel admitted. “ I honestly need to give my sore cock a break til morning, if you can allow me?”

“Oh, thank God!” My poor cunny is stroked and licked raw, and reamed out by the greatest lover in all of the British empire!” Libby finally expressed her relief.

And so they both fell quickly into sleep, lying in each other’s arms, tender kisses and good nights. Tomorrow would be another day. But he awoke sometime early in the morning, as she shifted in her sleep and he felt differently in his half-slumber.

His hands moved slowly on her warm skin, feeling her muscles completely relaxed as she slept deeply, the sound of her deep breaths synchronized with his own. Only semi-conscious, he moved instinctively, his mind still foggy, somewhere between consciousness and slumber. The tips of his fingers reached round and down, holding her thigh ever so gently, tiny hairs the only contrast to her smooth, soft skin as he ran them along her body towards her body. As he felt her flesh draw inward, her softness giving way to the strong muscles of her groin, he rotated his wrist, pushing his hand down the front of her thigh and gradually down to her knee, noticing the change in texture as he reached her kneecap. A long breath, followed by a deep swallow.

He became more conscious as he squeezed her leg ever so slightly, cautious not to awaken her, seeking more feedback and releasing a little tension. He trailed his hands back up her thigh, reaching around the outside to trace her hips, stopping where his skin met the cotton of her underwear. He felt the thin band of elastic at the edge of her knickers and followed this with this index finger slowly and deliberately upwards until he reached the front of her body, the point at which it began to curve back inward and down into more intimate space. His palm lay flat on her hipbone as his fingers stretched and splayed, relaxed but inquisitive, and he considered what might come next.

She shifted slightly, her hand adjusting the elastic of her waistband, and she muttered something inaudible. He descended back into his dreams, his hand on her under the thin sheets on that sticky summer night.

He woke as she shifted her body, her leg slightly bent as she relaxed her hips. His hands held her thigh at their highest point, with the top of his hand feeling the fabric of her panties whilst his fingers sensed the tender skin at the very limit of her thigh. His grip tightened a little as he noticed his heart rate rise, his left hand shifting slightly on the bedsheets beside him.

He lay for some time, enjoying the peace and sensuality of the moment, enjoying the memory of exploring her body and his own. He could hear her deep breaths, sense her chest rising and falling, and feel her long hair against his face as they lay side by side, his body slightly turned towards hers as she lay sleeping on her back.

His index finger explored her thigh once more, more intentionally than before, and he reached the edge of her knickers once again. This time, his finger felt downwards, between her legs, until he could reach no further. He loved the point where her thigh met her groin, where her skin became covered by cloth, and where he knew she was most sensitive. His finger began, ever so slowly, to feel across the hem and then the soft cotton of her pants. He felt the change in texture as her smooth skin gave way to soft, downy hair under the fabric as it rose from the firmness of tendon to the softness of gently rounded labia. She took one sharp breath. His quickened.

His fingers hesitated as he reached the point where her labia met beneath her underwear. He could feel her cleft under his soft touch, and imagined being able to see her, so familiar and yet so secret and mysterious, even after all these months. His fingers followed the line of her slit until he reached the mound above her clitoris. The slight rise of the space where he knew her labia covered her most sensitive place, his finger stopped. He felt as her breathing quickened a touch, or at least he thought so. His temptation growing as she swiveled her hips upwards a fraction, only to relax again a moment later.

In the gloom he tried to recall her underwear in his mind. Pale cotton, white, or possibly cream, simple in design with a plain band around the leg, a broader, flat waist-band with a stitched brand name in the same color as the rest. He could just make out the raised letters as he drew his finger tentatively up to the top of her knickers.

As he felt her skin again, his palm laid flat against her. He waited. She did not speak or change position, but a deep intake of breath gave him courage, a sign of her satisfaction. Her stomach was warm and flat and the ball of his hand lay on her belly button, two fingers slipping ever so slightly beneath the waistband of her knickers. Nervous of misjudging the moment, he arched his hands, the tips of his fingers moving slowly up her body. He circled her naval, moving in on each rotation until his finger found itself inside and her strong stomach muscles tensed a soft, voiceless sound emerging from her mouth. He was emboldened and turned his body to face hers for the first time. As his hand crept upward, he felt the ribbed fabric of her vest-top. He brought his hand up until he felt her right breast in his hand. Her small breast fitted easily into his hand, with his thumb reaching around to her sternum, then arching over her firmness, feeling her nipple hardening as he did so. As he noticed her hardening, he felt his own arousal growing.

Between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled her nipple gently again and again through her top. Her breaths were becoming shorter, and he knew she was feeling the same as he was, relaxed, sensuous and warm. She lifted her top, exposing her breasts in the darkness, and he felt her nipples properly for the first time. They were very small and very hard, rising from slightly puffy areolae, perfectly formed. He could not wait any longer, and brought his head to her chest, licking around her nipples, then taking one lightly into his mouth. He sucked her gently, his tongue exploring the slight variations in texture between her nipples, her areola and the skin surrounding them. He brought his other hand round and caressed her other breast, his erection beginning to push against the fabric of his boxer shorts.

She spoke for the first time, uttering his name in hushed tones as he pleasured her breasts, reaching for his boxer shorts as he sucked her into his hot mouth. She pushed them down until she could reach no further, and he took over, taking them down over his legs and feet as she hurriedly removed her clothes. As she lifted her vest over her head, she raised her arms, then folding them around his strong back, their naked bodies fully in contact for the first time since they had got back. She felt as his erection pressed against her stomach, her breasts, slick with his sliver, pressed against his chest, and their breathing fast and synchronous. They both knew in that moment that they would give themselves to the other tonight, a new experience for them both, exciting but without fear.

She rose onto her knees, turning the green lamp on that sat beside their bed. "I want to see you" she told him, as she looked down at his body, his cock hard and large. As she lowered her head, he felt his erection strengthen, felt the softness of her lips as they kissed and then enveloped the tip. She tasted his pre-cum as her tongue ran in circles around him, her lips exploring the contours of his cock. She slowly took more of him into her mouth, felt as he groaned, knew of his pleasure. He told her he loved the feel of her mouth around her, loved it when she took him deeper inside. She wanted more than anything to give him the release she knew he longed for, and changed angles, her saliva running around him, leaking from her mouth and down to his balls. Her hands cupped him, feeling this wetness and she stopped momentarily, lifting her head and licking him excitedly up his shaft. She shifted onto her side, her hands helping her to slip one of his balls into her soaking mouth as her hands took over on his cock, and she felt as his scrotum contracted as she gently sucked. He grunted as she sucked harder on him, heard him tell her he was close to the edge.

Again she shifted, heard him sigh in relief as her lips kissed his belly. "I want to feel your cum in my mouth" she whispered, before taking his cock back into her mouth. He wasn't going to argue with her, and he felt his cock slipping deep into her mouth. She raised and lowered herself around him, and he reached for her breast. The sound of her mouth slopping around him, her tongue lapping hungrily around his cock-head, and the sucking on his member made him harder than he could ever remember, and as she reached yet further down, he felt as his balls pulled tight and he erupted into her mouth, spurting line after line of thick cum into her hungry mouth as he twisted her nipple between forefinger and thumb.

They both collapsed, exhausted onto the bed and he looked lovingly into her beautiful brown eyes before kissing her deeply. He tasted the salt of her mouth, felt that she was still in need of his loving. After running his hand down her curvaceous back and onto her tight ass, he felt her part her hips slightly, and reached round to find her own hand already stimulating her clitoris. In gentle circles, she was rubbing herself as they kissed. He put his hand gently on top of hers, feeling the rhythm, learning her technique. He felt as she moved the skin above her hood, the place where her pubic hair ended and her tenderest skin began. They were both aroused, but he was still exhausted from her sensuous blowjob, and they lay there for some time, kissing deeply and playing with her clit. He carefully felt around her cunt, his fingers tracing the shape of her lips, remembering how tenderly he needed to be when touching her clitoris directly. Her breaths deepened and she shifted her hips round, inviting him to dip his finger inside her. Feeling her so hot and so wet inside was hugely exciting for them both. She was so open and so horny in that moment, and she wanted to be filled up.

She rolled onto her front, kneeling up as she did so, until she was before him on all fours. He saw for her from behind for the first time, her beautiful ass and her soaking and engorged vulva red from stimulation. He watched as her hand once again came up between her legs, saw as she rubbed herself in front of him. Her other hand came up the outside of her thigh, caressing her arse-cheek before coming back round to her cunt. He watched in astonishment as she used two fingers to part her cunt lips, and he saw her opening, deep crimson and incredibly inviting. He kneeled up, noticing for the first time that he had once again hardened. Immediately, and without any words being exchanged, he pushed his hard cock deep into her. They both felt as his erection slid into her body, the ripples of her flesh running over his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into her body. Her scream was unexpected and guttural. She had longed for this moment since their first kiss back on that rainy holiday, and had dreamed, imagined and rehearsed how it might feel. Her fingers had given her pleasure, for sure, but nothing compared to this.

Her pelvis moved backwards onto him as he pushed once more into her, and he felt as the tip of his cock touched her cervix. He held her hips, feeling their bodies moving in rhythm, slowly at first. Her finger returned to her clitoris as the pace of their pushes increased, and he felt her tighten around him, gentle grunts coming from them both.

"I'm going to cum. I want you to cum with me. Now, now!" She cried at last, and he felt her spasm again and again, as her whole body shook.

He reached over her ass and up her back before moving his hands around to her front, cupping both breasts. He tried to pull his cock from her hole as he felt himself about to explode, but she resisted, moving herself with him "Cum in me, Nigel. I want to know what it feels like. I want our bodies to be one."

He felt as another spasm grew in her body, her hot wetness and her invitation bringing him to the point of no return. A sound emerged from his mouth that neither had ever heard before, and he came violently, feeling his seed coating her hot, wet, rigid cunt, feeling their juices mixing and becoming one.

Their cries of ecstasy filled the empty house. Heavily they both panted, as the spasms rolled over their bodies, in waves.

They fell onto their sides, his cock still deep within her body, as they began to recover. Their breathing deepening, and their bodies cooling. He smelled her hair and felt her ass against his front, as he softened. Minutes later, he felt as he slowly slipped from her opening, a small slick of wetness tickling her thigh as it emerged with his spent cock, her satisfaction as she knew that this would be the first of many times their bodies would reach such deep and exciting satisfaction. They fell into a deep sleep that lasted well into the next morning, and they awoke tired but full of ideas for the day ahead.

 Based on a post by Josh stone for Literotica.

Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

Surrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and ‘opportunity’.

Inside her large nylon tent with him, she also lay, the two rather unknown to one another. Her head at the far end, and his head near the zips, forming the door. Their two sleeping bags were zipped up, and they were each warm and safe, escaping as they had into the nearest dry tent they found. Her tent.

The severe weather overtook the two after the rest of the group had departed for a party, in the village.

There was a silent tension, which neither of them could quite understand. Cordial talk of home, of family and of newly forming college friendships. The trip was planned by just a few of those participating. But by word of mouth the invites expanded the event, until it became a motley crew of friends-of-friends-of-friends. She was invited by her friend next door, who was a cousin of the guy who invited a guy who invited him. Even the travel was done in a loose caravan. He drove his own SUV. She caught a ride in her neighbor’s Honda Civic.

Conversation flowed easily enough; but their bodies were somehow tense, his legs were restless.

To break the growing silence, he shuffled out of his sleeping bag and explained that he was going to fetch water and his ‘head torch’. A flashlight gadget mounted to an elastic headband, for hands-free illumination. Was there anything she wanted?

His tent was damaged when a pole snapped. They quickly grabbed his ‘essentials and took refuge in her ‘family tent’ which she had all to herself.

The others would be away for hours yet. Who knows if the other tents will survive this barrage?

Arriving back, he carefully unzipped her tent door, He removed his boots and waterproofs, just inside; so as to keep them as dry as possible, and to prevent any remaining dry contents of the tent from getting wet. A ritual he had become so used to these last few days, of the perpetual Irish rain. As he entered the main section of the tent, a shiver ran down his spine as a drip fell down his face from his soaking wet hair.

“Thank you for staying back at camp. I’m not sure how I’d feel about this weather, if I was alone on this strange coastline.” She said.

“I wonder how the group is doing, and how bad the weather is where they are?” He wondered aloud.

“Maybe they got in a jealous fight with some local guys, and are all now safe and sobering up in the county jail?” she giggled.

She was watching his faint silhouette through the gloom. Then she sat up, holding out a slightly damp towel and rubbing his wet head. He collapsed on his bag, still shivering. He lay for a moment, noticing his head was near to hers this time; sensing her eyes on him, without looking himself.  She pulled his open bag up over his body and to his chin. Then settled back into her own cocoon.

The rain had increased its percussive hammering; at once deafening and consoling. Silence fell once more.

After some time, she raised her arm above her head, stretching slightly with a yawn. He did the same. Held above, unsteady, arms began to move towards one another. Tiredness was mentioned, the rain, wondering how the party was going. Slowly, slowly, their hands met in mid-air. Fingers wrapped gently around fingers, a cold palm met a warm palm. He now understood the tension for the first time.

Arms began to ache, held up as they were. They were lowered between bodies, bodies were turned towards one another in symmetrical, silent adjustment. The light was now so dim that little could be made out in the dark of the tent, but he didn't reach for his torch. They lay there for perhaps an hour, hand in hand, completely still and without a word uttered. He thawed out, warmed up, relaxed.

She felt the sensuality of the moment, and deeply waited. At some point, they both noticed the breath of the other, first in the rise and fall of chests, and then in breath on cheeks, breath on lips. They became synchronous, breathing deeply, imagining each other's face, only centimeters away from their own. At some point their lips finally met.

Both he and she were filled with the yearning of youth, yet relaxed and warm, protected from the elements, protected by each other. Their kiss was deep and relaxed. Her full lips parted and her tongue slipped slowly into his mouth, sensing for the first time his heat, his desire. His senses awakened, he became aware of the smell of wood smoke on their clothes, the smell of her hair.

He brought a hand up to her neck, felt her dark hair between his fingers as he held her close. Their tongues explored each other's lips, their faces and necks, and the pouring rain disappeared amidst their enjoyment. She shifted her body, unzipping her sleeping bag and pulling his leg across, his between hers. She put a hand on the small of his back, he mirrored her movements. His hand glancing across her back, feeling ribbed cotton of her top, her skin beneath. Her hand gliding up. under his flannel shirt, tingling his bare skin.

On they kissed, their mouths wet and hot. Somehow, without either being aware, their bodies were now pressing together more, as he put his hand gently over her ass. His denim jeans became slightly stiff as he moved his hand, feeling the contours of her behind. He felt her thigh press ever so gently around his own, felt as his cock began to respond to her movement. This was what he had been hoping for, what he had imagined so many times, back in the city. Her movements became more and more definite, and his confidence grew. Her hands were on his ass now, and he sensed her need for more.

His hand went up her side smoothly, in one movement. He felt the bottom of her bra and the bulge of her small breasts beneath her vest top. Her breathing began to deepen as his thumb cupped her. Full breast.

In a graceful motion, she arched her back and lifted off her top, then settled back down, flat on her back. Without any self-awareness, his body rolled on his side, to fill the vacuum left by her re-positioning.

 He could feel the slightly elastic cotton material of her bra more clearly under his fingers now. He felt the plain hem as the cotton dipped towards the middle of her chest. She was perfectly formed, her breast fitting perfectly into his hand. As his fingers reached the underwire of her bra, he reached into the other side, feeling the flesh of her breast for the first time. She jumped as his hand brushed over her nipple, her tongue pushing further into his mouth as they embraced.

Fingers retracted slightly, and his index finger and thumb held her tiny nipple gently. It was hard and clearly sensitive, judging by her reactions, and the skin around it was the softest he had ever felt. His erection was now clearly felt by both of them.

He fumbled as he attempted to unclip her bra, only to discover the absence of any back clips at all.

She came to the rescue, reaching into the valley between her orbs, and flicking the front clasp in a swift release. The stretch cloth cups swiftly retracted, instantly stripping her tits of any further obstructions.

She was laughing with him as she lifted it over her arms.  With the strappy garment out of the way, she reached her far hand around his shoulder, and leveraged her torso and hips, so the two were pressing their pelvises against each other, still clothed and getting hotter.

In the dimness of the evening, neither of them was able to see each other. Now he would have to explore by touch alone. Neither could benefit from the facial expressions of the other. Their actions stood alone, in expressing desire and pleasure.

Her pelvis was rocking backwards and forwards against him in a slow and steady rhythm as he lowered his head to affectionately kiss each of her nipples. Less noticeable was his ascent over her body. He lay above her, his body arched as his lips and tongue explored first one, and then the other. The skin around her nipples began to wrinkle and tighten. His elbows propped his torso up, while his hands held two perfect orbs, as she breathily told him how good it felt.

As he sucked her, she felt his sucking on her nipples deeply across her body. In her breast, in her stomach, between her legs.

When she could stand no more, she pulled him over and before he knew it, he was flat on his back, just inches from the sidewall of the tent, and she was once again kissing him deeply.

Her hands found his defined chest, before plunging downwards, toward his waist.

He grimaced and her weight on his cock became a discomfort.

As her pelvis twerked aggressively, she felt his erection through his trousers for the first time. Instinctively she shuffled down on his thighs, as her hand reached his bound up cock.

He subconsciously pinched her nipples hard, and her fingers pinched his phallic crown.

They broke to re-center themselves in the center of the tent. Then she knelt straddling his thighs. She was now knelt and vertical, over his thighs, and fumbling to find his zipper waistband snap.. Her gentle movements up and down his erection became more and more confident, and she took his hand, guiding it to her still-clothed crotch..

He had heard about girls getting hot, but he was still astonished at how much warmth was radiating from her. He could feel the shape of her vulva beneath her jeans, could feel her athletic legs as they joined her torso. Suddenly there was a desperation in the tent. Both she and he became impatient to explore further.

 She finally unsnapped and unzipped his barrier, and pulled his trousers open. He arched to raise his ass off the floor. She quickly slid his jeans down to his ankles. Meanwhile he removed his top.

As he was doing, so she sat back and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them over her slim hips, then sat back while she drew her legs up, to finish removing the tight, form-fitting blue jeans.

 Her knees were now raised in the tent as she pulled the tight denim over her ankles. He pictured what she would look like, imagined her legs now free for him to explore. She leaned back, supported by her extended arms, while she enjoyed his explorations.

He took her foot, still raised towards her chest, and traced her smooth leg up her calf, past her knee. He felt as the flesh softened on the underside of her thigh, felt as it curved up towards her ass cheek.

And then he felt them. Her pants were as he had imagined. Plain, thin snug cotton from the feel of them. He cupped her buttocks in both hands. In the pitch dark he was feeling her open her hips up so his hands could feel the inside of her thighs. The unspoken invite compelled him to reach inwards, to feel the edge of her knickers.

He was not at all certain. He'd heard others talk of course, had read things. But he had never been able to do this before. A surge of anxiety suddenly flooded his body. Uncertainty threatened to take over.

As if by instinct, she took charge. Taking his hand, she moved it across her vulva, rested it on the hot mound which was beneath the thin layer of cotton stretched across it. He felt her thin pubic hairs beneath, the damp line forming where he knew her opening lay.

He moved his fingers across the place where he imagined her clitoris would be. That’s when he felt her cleft, the softening of her, the point at which his finger was able to press a little deeper, where the resistance of her crotch gave way to heat and openness. He stroked in small circles, finding a rhythm and the right place. He was quickly learning by her breathing and subtle movement. Her soft panting was a good indication of her enjoyment, his insecurity beginning to disappear.

She slid both her hands up is thighs, then felt the tight fabric of his boxers. Gently feeling the ascending contours, she fingers met at the apex, when she heard his groan.

He saw none of this, lying there in the deep darkness of this rainy night. But the soft touch disappeared from his phallic crown. Then he felt two soft hands on his inner thighs. They explored the caverns under his loose boxer shorts, until they again met at the maypole of this holiday.

Her thumbs rubbed the underside of his rigid mast, while her index fingers gently petted his wide spongy crown.

The hefty and labored breathing instinctively counseled her to redirect her affections.

She slid the fingers of both her hands down, around his hairy sack. While she elevated the package, both her thumbs explored the enclosed contents. Two plump meatballs responded to her thumbs’ manipulation. She even explored the cords and tubes which came from the balls and exited up into his pelvis.

Then she extracted both hands and slid them up over his remaining garment. At the top of his hips, she firmly hooked the waistband and pulled at his boxer shorts, thus releasing his erection in the cold of the tent. He felt as one hand cupped his balls, massaging him slowly, as the other hand wrapped his naked cock again.

 He feared he would not be able to hold on, but his focus on her enjoyment and the temperature of the tent helped him push this urging aside for now.

She explored his textures and shapes with her thumb. He groaned and sat up, as she began to move her hand up and down his cock. She felt every detail of his length, his foreskin, the tip of him wet with precum now on her thumb.

She lifted her knees up once more, enabling him to pull her panties over her hips and up her legs, as carefully as he could. He was on his knees as her legs extended out, now finally free of restrictive fabrics.

She pulled him against her bosom as she laid her legs down to his side, and they lay beside one another. He cupped her bare ass with one hand, while his other arm wrapped under her shoulder, to stroke her back.

He was feeling his cock upwardly pressed between their hot bodies on the mess of sleeping bags. Their kiss was more open and natural than before. They lay together, her breasts against his bare chest. Again her hips began to move, his leg upper leg between hers. Her upper leg slowly came up and her lower leg hooked around his ass, so they could move as one. And this time, his movements matched hers. His hard cock rubbing against her soft downy pubic hair. It was exquisite.

His hands reached around her toned ass until he felt her warmth, and his fingers traced the edge of her soft outer labia, her tender skin covered with fine hairs. She rotated her hips back, giving his fingers increased access, and his heart raced as he felt up to where they met once more above her clitoris. Her tongue licked the nape of his neck as he began, ever so tentatively, to circle her nub with his finger. Then his thumb began slipping ever so slightly between her hot folds. He had never felt anything so sublime. He felt her tiny clit grow beneath his finger, the wetness on his finger gliding across, around, within.

Her wetness was like hot syrup, slippery and inviting. He was desperate to explore.

Sensing his desire, she rolled onto her back, allowing her legs to part slightly. He got to his knees once again, still making love as a blind man. He stroked her legs gently, following her contours from both her knees up to her vulva. He felt the soft line of pubic hair and used both hands to offer the softest line around her now-engorged lips. As his fingers met at her clitoris, he allowed his left hand to part her a little, his right feeling her wetness fully for the first time, and she nearly came immediately when his finger slipped easily into her tight cunt.

He shuffled astride her body a little, allowing her hands to reach him once more, at the moment she drew a finger from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. His sack nuzzled between her crotch, his pole elevated like the canon of a battleship.

He scooted back down a bit, to further explore the dark cave of her womb, where he discovered the hot ridges of muscle within her body as she tilted her hips towards him. He heard her pant as he began to move his finger inside her. Her one hand came to her clitoris, to accent his strokes, while her other hand embraced and stroked slowly on his erection as he began to understand how to please her.

Her right hand now rubbing her clitoris vigorously. She told him to add another finger, and the sounds became louder, her voice, his voice, the wetness between her legs as his fingers moved within. In the dark and with the others miles away, there was no need to hold back.

His fingers working in and out of her soaking hole, and he felt her muscles contract around his digits as her pace grew more and more frantic on his cock. "I'm going to come" she cried in a guttural voice he hadn't heard before, and her legs began to shake as she lifted her ass up towards him. He felt as she squeezed his fingers with her strong vaginal muscles and surge after surge of contractions around his fingers were matched with her squeezing of his cock as she choked it. As she shouted, he groaned. His senses lost equilibrium as his hips began to tingle. Then a pressure hit his cock and streams of his seed flowed from him. She felt the heat of his semen as it landed in strings across her stomach and groin.

They collapsed in an exhausted embrace. His fingers slipped from her cunt, and she released his scepter, as their orgasms pervaded.

He laid over her, with a thin layer of semen allowing their torsos to slip and slide.

 Their breathing steadied as they kissed once more, a first time for both of them, the evening's pleasures replaying in both of their minds as they drifted into dreams, the rain still hammering on the tent and the wind howling around them as they slept.

He awoke in a tangle of limbs and clothes. It was now light outside the tent, but there was no sign of life from the others yet. The rain had stopped and he noticed the special quiet that often emerges after a storm. Then, he noticed how cold he was.

Gathering her sleeping bag around them both, he pulled her close, her body was warmer than his. His hands held her tanned shoulder, the muscles of her upper back flexing slightly as she brought herself towards him in her slumber.

She rolled him onto his back, then rested her head on his bare chest. The thick sleeping bag pulled up over both their heads.

He felt as her breasts pressed against his chest, her twitch he moved his hand to the small of her back. He began to doze off, half asleep once more, and yet he couldn't help but imagine, to remember the night before, and to fantasize about what might lie ahead.

She was next to stir. Her brown eyes opened, taking in the man she had allowed to be so close last night. A private smile, a finger on his blonde eyebrow, tracing the shape of his angular face, his nose. And now he awoke, their eyes meeting as each pulled the other closer in the cold.

She felt as his hand moved lower, cupping her ass softly as she sighed. Morning greetings were made, eye contact holding, smiles being shared.

They kissed with the softness of morning, the urgency of the night before now gone. Each looked into the others' eyes as their lips parted, their tongues meeting in a slow and comforting silence. Their kiss lasted a long time. Neither could tell exactly how long, but he was warm after a while, they both were. Their hands explored backs, legs, necks. She felt the enlargement as he became hard, her wetness returning.

They both held their breaths as they heard the outer zip of the other tents being undone. The sounds of waking humans, of weary friends beginning to emerge from their tents, of questions being asked.

Morning fantasies faced a detour for the two of them, without words spoken, they hugged tightly, in resignation of their mutual disappointment.

He offered to get up and make breakfast. She watched him get dressed as she regathered covers around her body. Saw his erection, his cock, for the first time. She rested her head on her hand, propped up at the elbow. She was staring with a glint of admiration in her visage. The turgid cock was slightly longer than she had imagined, not too girthy, but beautifully formed.

He was conscious of her eyes on him, feeling both excited and nervous. He turned to her, just glimpsing her small hard nipples before she winked and covered herself completely with the sleeping bag. She was disappointed at his leaving.

The others straggled to rise and gather. The conversation over breakfast was stilted and slow. Heads were fuzzy and it took a long time for the stories of the previous night to begin to be told.

The party, those girls, the long walk home as the sun was coming up. Nobody asked the remnant couple about their night. They were glad, exchanging glances, winks, and smiles; as eggs were fried and tea consumed. The day got off to a slow start. It was clear this was to be the pace of the day, a new couple out of sync with the rest of the group. As most lounged around, lazily; attempting to dry wet clothes after last night's deluge, they prepared to explore.

She slipped her hand into his as they walked towards the dunes, their bodies side-by-side, a magic tension building once more between them. The warm greyness of the morning was comforting and they walked for some miles up the desolate shore, not a person to be seen, sandpipers and oystercatchers the only accompaniment to the gentle wash of the tide and their conversation. They stopped to listen, facing out towards America, all those thousands of miles away, felt the wind in their faces, became aware of their heartbeats.

She suggested it, and he was unsure at first, but soon, they were both laughing as they dropped their bundles, stripped their layers, and ran, towards the sea. She in her tee shirt and pants, he in his boxers. They charged into the waves, feeling the cold saltwater as it slapped their legs, their hips, their stomachs, and for what felt like minutes, but was probably merely seconds, they swam, shouting and laughing, splashing and catching their breath as the freezing water tried to take it away. He watched as she dove in, her beautiful figure, her black hair sleek against her long neck. It was exhilarating for them both, a chance to be excited, stimulated.

He ran, chased by her, back to the shallows, back to the sand. They headed back to their bags amongst the grassed-over dunes where the wind was kinder and where they felt enclosed once more. She saw goosebumps on his shoulders, his skin red from the salt and the cold, water dripping down his cheeks.

He watched her as she watched him, observing her dark nipples, hard with the cold, capping the bulge of her breasts under her white cotton tee shirt. They were even more beautiful than he had imagined from touch alone.

Small, firm, well-defined, perfectly in proportion. His eyes glanced downwards and he noticed her knickers had also become sheer in the water. Her pubic hair was clearly visible to him beneath. He saw the red lines her knickers had left on her thighs before she had pulled them up, defining the curve of her mons more clearly than before, and he followed her tanned legs down to her slender ankles, her small feet. They watched one another for some time, not a word spoken, and without any sense of self-consciousness. Each taking the other in, with a sort of shivering curiosity that neither had experienced before.

She eventually reached for her bag and began to rifle around for towels. They stood facing each other and wrapped themselves in a single large bath sheet. The instant warmth a welcome contrast to the sea air against their skin. Instinctively he placed his hands on her hips, feeling her cold fingers on the small of his back.

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

She makes up for a lifetime of teasing.

by musicankane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I awoke to the unthinkable; Columbus High school had had a fatal shooting. I stood in shock as the news broadcast told the story about a outsider kid who got fed up with being made fun of and went nuts in the schools main courtyard with his Dad’s handgun, killing two and injuring thirteen before he killed himself.

Although this wasn’t the first time something like this happened in the country, but what made it so much of a shock for me was that Columbus High was not five miles from the high school I go to now; Longpark.

As I sat and ate breakfast I thought about how bad it must have been for the shooter. Getting made fun of was nothing new to me. I’m six feet tall and skinny, and I’m not really a vision of popularity. I know what it is like to get constantly harassed by everyone at school.

I found myself thinking about what I’d do in the same situation, and quickly shook the thoughts out of my head. As bad as being made fun of, I knew it would all pass after school was over and done with. Besides why would I want to be friends with the jerks from school? I wouldn’t mind a couple of the cheerleaders though but to hell with it.

At school the mood was definitely somber. The usual chatter of the main courtyard was down to a dull murmur. I think the scare of just how close that shooting was, really hit home with everyone at school. Even the jock table ignored me as I walked toward my class. No one even glanced my way to say some lewd remark or anything.

My first class was art and I really liked the teacher Mr. Mackey, but I liked sitting near the cheerleading team captain Stacy Child. She was a vision of complete perfection; I mean this girl could beat Britney Spears in a beauty contest on her best day.

I expected to continue our art project of drawing an imaginary neighborhood with the use of depth, but instead Mr. Mackey stood at the center of the room. He looked around at everybody before he spoke.

“I take it you have all heard about what happened at Columbus.” He said.

The room was silent and Mr. Mackey took it as a yes.

He turned toward where Stacy and a couple of jocks were sitting. “I want you to think about this for a minute. You might think that the young man who did this was some sick depraved kid or something, but the fact was, he was just another kid. He was someone who got made fun of and picked on and drove to the breaking point by other kids, just like you.” He turned to all of us and raised his arms. “It could happen here. You realize that? Think on that one guy who everybody makes fun of, think about the things you may have said to that individual and how it affects him.”

He put his hands down. “I would like you to think about what could be done to make it up to the one you all think is a loser, because you never know what that ‘loser’ may do tomorrow.”

While it was a good speech I couldn’t help thinking that everyone began to look at me. I mean sure I got made fun of a lot but did they really it think I was capable to do something like this?

Without turning around Mr. Mackey said. “Everyone get your supplies and continue with your projects.”

Once settling I resumed the work I was doing to a Victorian style house that I had place on the edge of my block. It was then that Stacy sat down next to me. I glanced up at her in surprise that she was sitting down next to me.

She caught my eye and smiled sweetly, a smile that warmed me. “Hi, James.”

I blinked and shook my head. “Uh, hi Stacy,” I looked around. “Did you want me to move?”

She put her hand on my shoulder. “No, no nothing like that. I just wanted to see what you thought of what happened.”

I looked at her and felt a bit of anger rise in me. She wanted to see if I was going to go psycho like the guy from Columbus.

“Why do you care about what I have to say all of a sudden?” I asked sharply.

She jumped in her seat slightly. “No reason I just thought I’d ask is all.”

“Yeah, you wanted to see if I was going to go all crazy like that other guy. You know what Stacy? You and your fucking jock asshole friends can go fuck themselves.” I said and took my stuff to another table.

She paused a minute and then came after me. “Hey wait a minute.” She said. “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that you know? I just wanted to see if I could make up for being mean to you.”

“I’m well aware of the fact that you’re only doing this because of what Mr. Mackey said. I don’t want you to be sorry I want you all to go to hell and leave me alone. That alright with you?” I asked.

Stacy frowned. “I really do to want to make it up to you James. I never realized the effect teasing could have and I want to do what I can to make things better.”

I snorted to myself and said sarcastically. “I think a blowjob would make everything go away.”

Stacy was silent for a second then she put an arm around my back and leaned in real close. I froze as she pressed her lips to my ear and I could feel her warm breath flow over the side of my face.

“It’s a deal.” She whispered. Then she pushed away from me and walked back to her table.

My eyes widened and I sat still for a minute. When glanced at her, she had resumed her work like nothing had happened. Did she really say yes?

I didn’t have any other classes with her so as they day went on I figured she was joking and forgot about it. I did the various class assignments and by the end of the day the mood in school while still not normal had certainly elevated from what it had been this morning.

I went directly home after school, and first thing I noticed was a red Mazda sitting in my driveway. My Dad was in the kitchen sorting out a stack of papers and putting them in his briefcase.

He looked up when I walked in. “Hey son! Your friend just got here so I let her in, she’s waiting for you in your room. And let me tell you son, you’ve got yourself a hell of a looker there.”

“Stacy’s here?” I asked puzzled.

“Yeah, get up there and do your thing.” My dad said.

My dad is a dirty bastard sometimes.

I went upstairs to my room and opened the door, and sure enough, there Stacy was, staring at the posters on the wall. She turned to me as I came in and shut the door behind me.

“Why are you here Stacy?” I asked, eying her up and down despite myself. She had somehow changed her clothes and beat me here, which I never would have expected from the beauty queen. She wore a white tank top that cling to her body revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her large firm tits pressed at the top trying to be released and I imagined my hands squeezing the shit out of them. She wore now a pair of jean cut-off shorts that barely covered her ass. Her long legs were smooth and tan; I wondered how tight she could wrap them around me.

She leaned against the far wall of my room right next to the window. With her left hand she gave the blinds a jerk and they slide smoothly down, dimming the room.

“We made a deal.” She said softly.

“Deal?” I said. “Stacy that was a joke. Look I know you all give me nothing but shit, but you don’t have to make it up to me.”

She stepped toward me. “No one should have to go through the shit that me, the football team, and other cheerleaders put you through. I mean the incident with the honey and feathers, come on, you must have been cleaning that out of your hair for a week.”

I grimaced remembering the eight hours I spent in the tub scrubbing until the damn water was freezing cold.

She came up to me and took my hand. “James, think of this as the payment for all your suffering.”

I looked into those beautiful green eyes that I so often dreamt about and gave in. I nodded and smiled thinly. “Alright.”

She grinned and pushed me toward the end of the bed, where she left me standing. She backed up slowly, smiling at me as she reached my desk, she leaned back on it, making sure to press her chest out toward me.

She ran a hand across her stomach and said. “So what do you want to do to me?”

I swallowed, and my cock grew achingly hard in my pants. “I thought it was just a blowjob?” I said.

“I could do that.” Stacy said. “And more. Come on James, I know you’ve fantasized about me, everyone at school has. I’m giving you a chance to do whatever you’ve always wanted to me. Tell me what your biggest fantasy has been about me.”

I hesitated. “You really want to know?”

She smiled and nodded.

I sighed, “Don’t get mad because it’s a little weird.”

She scoffed. “Just fucking tell me already, would you?”

“Alright here goes.” I took a deep breath. “I always knew I’d never get you under normal circumstances, so what I would always dream of was we’d be at a party and you got a little too drunk, and end up hitting on me. Since I’d never get another shot and it’d be kind of a payback from me I’d take you upstairs and have sex with you.”

She seemed a little disappointed. “That’s it?”

I shook my head. “Even while you’re drunk you’d still be aware enough to tell me not to finish in you.”

She stopped me. “Finish?” She smiled. “Oh you mean cum!”

I nodded. “Yeah. You’d tell me not to, but I’d I was going to, anyway. I’d finally uh, cum inside you and leave you there. Then a few weeks later you’d find out that I got you pregnant, and we have to get married.”

She nodded. “Well unfortunately I can’t help you with the getting pregnant part because I’ve been on birth control since I turned eighteen, but I’ve always liked to roleplay so I think I can reenact some dirty talk for you that will drive you nuts.”

“Really? You’re going to let me have sex with you?” I asked brightly.

She nodded. “Oh yeah; and this time I’m going to make you cum inside my little pussy.”

The thought of that made my cock press into my zipper painfully, as if it understood and was trying to bust out. Stacy came toward me and pressed herself against me. I could feel her firm tits smash against my chest. She grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth. I was unsure of how to react, but my body seemed to take care of that for me. I grabbed her waist and my tongue pushed hers into her own mouth and further. I could taste her, drink her in, and she moaned forcefully as I did so.

Finally she pulled away breathing deeply. “Oh wow.”

I smiled and pulled her top over her head. She didn’t fight it, and let me remove her top, revealing her toned stomach and large 36C breasts. I gripped one firmly and pulled it into my mouth, sucking and squeezing the soft flesh. Stacy moaned delightfully and ran her hands through my hair, pulling my head to her chest.

My cock was painfully confined and I needed it out, so I let her go and motioned to my crotch with my eyes. Stacy smiled and dropped slowly to her knees. I watched with eager eyes as the girl of my dreams reached up and undid my jeans and peeled them down. I kicked off my shoes and then kicked the jeans away. She rubbed my cock through my underwear for a second, before tugging the them down and off.

My cock sprang forth like a viper unleashed and Stacy gasped as it seemed to reach out for her.

“My god!” She said. “You’ve got an eight inch beast in here!” She exclaimed.

I really didn’t think I was that big, but if she said so, I wasn’t going to argue with her.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked slowly. “It’s so hard too. Are you made of skin or steel, James?” She laughed and brought her lips to the head of my prick. I felt her tongue snake around my tip and she opened wide to let my prick slide between her lips. Her breath was warm and I felt my cock get slick with her saliva. She bobbed her head up and down; sucking with a passion. I’d only ever had one blowjob before this, from my cousin Jessie, and she was nowhere near as good at ii, as Stacy was. Stacy worked her mouth over my cock like it was a vagina with a tongue. I felt a tightening in my balls as they became ready to shoot their burden into her mouth.

Stacy sensed I was close and she let my cock fall from her mouth, a long string of spit dripped from her chin to my prick. She looked up at me, “You wanted to cum inside me right?” she asked.

I could only nod, not sure if my mouth could form words.

She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts before slipping them off. Her pussy was bare and shaven smooth. I could see her lips and my cock twitched as if it saw them too, and wanted to bury itself into her as much as I did.

“What’s your favorite position?” she asked me, clutching one breast into her hand.

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “Doggie.” I said.

Stacy grinned. “Mine too!”

She turned toward my desk and planted her hands firmly on the top of the cold wood. She bent over as far as she could, pressing her ass out toward me, giving me a perfect view of her cunt.

She turned her head to look back at me. She reached around with one hand and spread her labia open so I could clearly see her dripping hole. “My pussy gets wet easily, but you’ve got a pretty big cock so go slow anyway, ok?” She said.

I walked up to her, completely intent on fulfilling my dream. I placed my hand on her ass and lined my cock up to her pussy, pushing lightly. The head of my cock popped in easily, and she gasped loudly. She was very tight though, and I had to work at pushing the rest of my shaft into her tight body. I grabbed her hips and began to slide in and out of her, her moans exciting me.

“Oh fuck me James!” she pleaded. “Your big fucking cock feels so good in my pussy! Oh! Fuck; I can’t wait for you to cum in me! I wanna feel your big cock shooting a big load inside my little pussy. I want to feel your little sperm trying to find my eggs.”

Her words drove me on and on. With each moan, each gasp for breath, I moved faster and harder into her. I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of her. Her cunt gripped tightly on my cock every time I withdrew, as if trying to hold me in or pull me back. I could feel her juices on my balls and heard the slapping sound I made as I drove into her.

I reached around to grab her tits and she pushed her body up so I could reach easier. I pinched and twisted her nipples as I slammed my cock into her.

“Oh yeah, play with my tits. Squeeze my fucking tits!” She cried.

I felt the return of that tingle in my balls that slowly radiated up my shaft. My cock hardened and swelled, and I knew I was near the point of no return.

“I’m close.” I managed to grunt.

“Oh yes! God, James cum inside me. Make me cum with you, I want to feel you filling me with seed. Get me pregnant, you stud! Pump it all inside me so I can hold it in, I won’t let a single drop spill out.” Stacy screamed.

I grunted and shoved my cock all the way inside her when I exploded. She screamed as my semen erupted from my cock like someone popped a cream-filled balloon inside her. I came for what seemed like forever, my cock constantly twitched and throbbed inside her, oozing more and more seed into her.

Finally it was over and I slumped over her back. She sighed contently and kept her ass pressed to me so she could feel my cock get soft inside her. I backed away, and sat on the floor looking up at her.

Stacy stood and turned to face me. “My god, that was incredible.” She said. She grabbed her shorts and hiked them up. She grabbed her top off the floor and put that on while I just sat there naked and watching her.

“That was so good I want to do that again. What do you say?” She asked me.

I looked up at her. “Uh, sure.”

She got down on her hands and knees and took hold of my cock. She stuffed it into her mouth and licked and sucked all our juices off it, leaving only her spit left. Then she stood up again.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school and then maybe we can hook up afterward ok?” She said.

I nodded. “Ok.”

“Great.” She blew me a kiss and left.

We hooked up about twice a week for about a month straight, until one day Stacy came up to me with a gloom look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She just stared at me.

“Come on; what is it?”

“You’ve got your ultimate wish.” She said simply.

“What do you mean?” I asked; my heart in my throat.

“I’m pregnant.” She said.

I grinned, “Really?”

She nodded, and then a slow smile spread across her lips. “And yes, I will marry you.”

That’s how I got my wife Stacy. We got married right after we graduated and she gave birth to our little boy, in October of that year. That was twelve years ago and we are still together today.

Nobody makes fun of me anymore.

by musicankane for Literotica.

 Sister Agnes introduces a virgin choir boy to Heaven.

In 3 parts, based on a post by ElsieThompson. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.  

"We'll go to my house for the rest of the night," said Melody. Agnes and the Three Amigos followed her to a small stone house along the dirt street of the village. Inside was a single room with an overlooking loft. A fireplace was at the center of one wall, crude kitchen cupboards and a dining table were at the other. Cushions and pillows were scattered around the floor. "Burt and Melody, the Mayor and his wife, live no better than I do," thought Agnes. "Equality is the norm here. I like that."

Agnes stood uncomfortably at the center of the room, surrounded by the three naked men and Melody, equally naked. Harry, the short Asian, took command. He wrapped his arms around Agnes and kissed her passionately on her lips and pulled her hand down to his erect cock. She explored the length of his cock with her hand.

Harry pulled his lips away from her. "Did that feel good?"

"Oh, yes," she said, eager for more kissing, more exploration."

Dick's turn," Harry answered. "If that's okay with you."

"Yes," she said again as middle-sized Dick pulled her to him and, this time, her hand found his cock without assistance. It was another long kiss, and his tongue went into her mouth and she stroked his cock.

"My turn," said Tom, She broke away from Dick and closed with Tom, who was so tall that she had to stand on her toes to reach his face. He lifted her off her feet, put his hands beneath her hips, and she curled her legs around him and felt is cock probing her cunt; but only barely, and she felt the uncircumcised skin moving back and forth, caressing her.

"Don't forget me," said Melody. "I'm not just a potted plant standing here."

 Tom lowered Agnes to her feet and stepped away. Melody dropped to her knees and pulled Agnes to her. Harry stood behind her, kissing her neck and ears and tweaking her nipples with his hands.

Tom lowered Agnes to a cushion on the floor and cradled her head in his lap, his hands over her tits. Melody crouched over Agnes, put her head between Agnes's legs and continued to suck her. Harry stood behind Melody and, holding his cock in his hand, inserted it.

"Where?" Agnes wondered. "Her cunt or her asshole?"

He stroked back and forth.

"Where do I fit in her?" asked Dick. He knelt down on his knees at Agnes's side and his cock hovered over her face. "Have you ever had one of these in your mouth?" he asked.

"No," she answered, "but I guess I had better try it." She used a free hand to guide Dick into her mouth. It tasted clean and dry and she explored its tip and up and down its length with her tongue and mouth but gagged when it entered her throat.

"Sorry," said Dick. "I won't do that again."

 "It's okay," said Agnes, catching her breath. "I need to learn how to do, uh, blow jobs." The words came out of his mouth with difficulty.

"Practice makes perfect," Dick answered. "You can look forward to Tom's dick. Now, that's a mouthful!"

"I can feel it pressing against my neck," Agnes said with a laugh. "It feels like a log back there." She took Dick into her mouth again;

"This girl is a comedian," said Harry.

"I was sometimes accused of frivolity when I was in the nunnery," said Agnes, taking Dick out of her mouth. "I wasn't really a very good nun, but I tried to be."

"I perceive a long and beautiful relationship for you with the Three Amigos and Melody; and everybody else in Heaven."

"I can hardly wait to expand my horizons," Agnes said sarcastically.

"Back to the business at hand." She took Dick in her mouth again and began licking with her tongue.

Melody lifted her head from Agnes's crotch. "Are you liking what I'm doing to you or do you want one of the guys to fuck you?"

 "I am feeling just fine," said Agnes. "Your mouth is going to make me cum very soon. Is that okay?"

Agnes spread her legs wider to take Melody's ministrations deeper; her nipples were hard and throbbing from the touches of Tom's hands, and Harry resumed his rhythmic stroking of Melody's asshole. She moved in impassioned concert with the others, thrills racing through every muscle. "My God," she thought, "I never imagined that Heaven would be so exciting." The two hot women, while locked into Sapphic comforts, were keeping all three of them. the young men pleasured.

"I'm going to cum," said Dick. He was hunching back and forth, driving to every part of the sexy uncloistered nun's mouth. Her lips clamped down on it to increase the pressure and with a convulsion, she felt the hot cream inside her mouth and quickly swallowed the load, down her throat. She tasted the saltiness of it with her tongue.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Agnes screamed, "Now I'm going to cum. "Melody, hands under Agnes's hips were raising her off the floor, driving her tongue deep into the wetness of her cunt. Agnes's body shook with excitement, her vaginal walls radiated nerves in every direction, and she could have sworn that her tits, stroked by Tom, were lactating and spraying milk in a long arc upward. Her toes and fingers tingled. She fought for breath, trying to swallow the sticky sperm in her mouth, but feeling it dribbling out of her mouth.

"It's my turn now!" said Melody. She raised her head from Agnes's cunt and slid it along her milky-wet stomach as Harry's cock pounded her from behind. She grasped around Agnes' torso in her hands for support and Agnes felt her body shake as she climaxed, and Melody, pressed into her chest, her hot breath on Agnes's tits.

When it was all over, Melody, Agnes, and the Three Amigos all lay side by side on the cushions and pillows in a contemplative, peaceful, and quietly euphoric after-sex state of mind.

Sexy Agnes, no longer an 80 year old, was enjoying the prime of her early 30s and sporting the hot body she had suppressed during the seventies sexual revolution.

Tom spoke first. "I seem to be the only one here who hasn't had an orgasm yet. How about it, Agnes? How about a conventional fuck? Missionary style? Or something more exotic?”

Agnes had slid further toward Tom's knees during her climatic convulsions She turned her head and looked upward toward the tower of his large, erect cock, and briefly worried that it wouldn't fit into her. "Give me a moment," she said. I'm too tired to do more than lay here."

Melody rose to her feet. "I'm starving. Come with me, Dick and Harry; leave Tom and Agnes alone and help me fix some dinner." Dick and Harry stood up and followed her into the primitive kitchen, in her house. She lit candles for light and stoked the ashes of her primitive stove. Flames made flickering patterns against the stone walls.

"I'm ready now," said Agnes. Tom rolled over on top of her and joined her. Before responding to him, Agnes said to Melody, "Save some food for me. And thank you for inviting me to meet the Three Amigos."

Sister Agnes introduces a virgin choir boy toHeaven.

In the mid-morning sun, Aden's newest resident was tending her garden with the energy of her prime, and a body of near-perfection

"Hello, Agnes."

Sister Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her own vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she wore only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Burt was shirtless. His hands were soiled with dirt. "Hello, Burt," she answered. "Welcome!" She stood up, rubbed her hands together to clean off the dirt, brushed strands of light brown hair out of her eyes, and walked over to where he was standing at the edge of the garden. Sweat streaked her cheeks.

 "Melody tells me you're doing great. I came out to see for myself." Melody was Burt's buxom and bubbly wife.

"Things are going well." She looked around at her vegetable garden with pride.

"You've been here for three months now? I've seen you at Friday Fuckfest. I apologize for not paying more attention to you." Burt ensured his re-election every year by careful attention to the needs of his three hundred constituents. With the enthusiastic support of Melody, they operated on the maxim of "No spirit unfucked." Burt had apparently not perceived that Agnes needed his sexual attention.

"Melody has been wonderful showing me around; and we've had some good times together."

“So, I hear; and with the Three Amigos! Are you enjoying the sex?" Burt smiled happiness. Sex, she had learned, was a common subject of discussion in the blissful reality of Heaven.

Agnes blushed. "It's been wonderful. I've met so many nice people. I was up-tight at the beginning, but I loosened up. I even volunteered for "Y'all Come" at the last Fuckfest.”

“How was it?”

“Ten men came to me. They all came." she snickered.

"Here! You're a popular woman. I look forward to enjoying you. But I'm here with another task for you.

Agnes was disappointed. She thought he had come out to her house to see her for some mid-day siesta sex; and she was willing. Sex was a requirement at the Friday Fuckfest, but optional and voluntary at other times. Agnes had sampled a few men between Fuckfests. Life, in heaven was sensual. Sex was casual. The suppressed sexual tension of earthly society had melted away.

"We have a new arrival today, and you're the best person to greet him and introduce him to our community."

"With pleasure," she responded. Agnes welcomed opportunities to be useful. "Once a nun, always a nun," she thought.

 "He's a problem. He's eighteen years old and was killed in an automobile accident on earth."

"Eighteen," she grimaced to herself. "Why me? Wouldn't one of our eighteen-year-old girls be better at this than me?"

 "Oh, no, they're much too forward and lusty. This boy was a choir boy, and he is religious, conceited,and prudent. On earth, he wanted to be a priest. He is a virgin and declares his intention to never sully his body and soul with sex or sin." Burt added with a smile, "Given his personality, I doubt he had many opportunities to lose his virginity."

"If he wants to abstain from sex, why is he being sent here?"

“God knows! And Saint Peter does. Anyway, we have to make the best of the situation. I would appreciate if he could stay at your house for a few days while you introduce him to our loving culture, gradually.”

“Aren't I a little old to do this?" Agnes had selected the age of thirty-two for her spirit in Heavenly Aden; on earth she had died at age eighty-two.

"Given your religious background, you're the perfect person for the job.”

“Am I supposed to fuck him?" Her language had become much more explicit in Heaven.

"Oh, no, not necessarily, but you need to prepare him for Fuckfest. Five days from now."

"Well, I can't refuse, can I?" she said with resignation. "Even in heaven a nun has obligations."

"I'm sure you'll succeed. He will be projected into our reality in two hours, on the path in front of your house." I have kissed her on the cheek. "I also have a second reason for coming out to see you today."

"Oh?" she answered, enjoying the arm that snaked abound her back and the touch of his bare chest against hers.

"Perhaps we could enjoy a little tryst. Our first of many, I am sure."

"I thought you'd never ask. First, I need to wash off the dirt and sweat."

"I want you like you are." He kissed her and she melted into his arms. "The boy's name is Joshua."

Joshua Arrives.

 After Burt left, Agnes washed away the dirt , sweat, and sperm in the emerald pool below the waterfall a few steps out the back door of her house and put on a fresh pair of shorts and shirt The shorts were short and the shirt was sheer. tits and the pink of her nipples showed through the thin cloth. "Not a suitable outfit for meeting an aspiring priest," she thought to herself. "But the Heavenly Host in his wisdom, doesn't believe we need much in the way of clothing. "

She tidied up her small, two-room stone house. Suddenly, she started in surprise. "Where is he going to sleep?" Her bedroom contained only a double bed. Her living room had cushions on the floor, a couple of chairs , and a wooden table that served both for eating and as a work place. Outside, on a small terrace overlooking the emerald pool and the waterfall; were another two chairs and a grill on which she cooked her modest meals.

"Well," she said. "He'll have to sleep in the bed with me, or find a place on the cushions. I'm not in charge of accommodations here. It might be more heavenly if I were. Sorry to be critical, God." She looked up at the sky.

Agnes was waiting on the pathway in front of her house when the tangible spirit of Joshua suddenly appeared. He looked around in puzzlement. "This isn't at all what I expected Heaven to look like." He studied Agnes, her long, golden brown legs, the curves of her chest, rosy lips, dimpled cheeks, large green eyes, and light-brown pony tail hanging over her shoulder. "Who are you?" There was disdain, and a bit of fear, in her voice.

"Call me Agnes," she answered. "I was a nun on earth. I've been asked to introduce you to our chosen celestial reality." She looked him in the eye. Pious men had a way of ordering nuns around, and that was not going to happen to her.

"This looks like a farm. A poor farm," Joshua said, turning to view the surroundings. "It is," she answered.

 "It's a rural medieval reality." She attempted humor to relax him, smiling and singing, "In short, there's simply not, a more congenial spot, It's Camelot, Camelot!" She trilled the last words like a Broadway singer.

 He stared at her in disbelief.

"It's beautiful," she exclaimed. "The emerald pool, the waterfall. There's a hot spring for bathing over there and the cows in that field produce milk and butter of a quality you can't believe. And look at my garden. Squash, beans, corn. All delicious. You'll be happy here, I assure you."

He continued staring at her. Joshua was of medium height and slender with black hair and thick, pouting lips. He was dressed as she was in shorts and a shirt.

"Let me show you around. This is my house." She led him through the door. "No pearly gates here," she joked. "No harps, no angels, we're just ordinary souls living in a dream world without sin or pride or avarice. Heaven, in other words."

 Joshua looked around his small stone house. "Am I supposed to stay here?" he asked with skepticism in his voice.

"Only for a few days while you get used to our customs."He poked his nose into the bedroom. "Where do I sleep? There's only one bed and one bedroom.”

“I can fix you a pallet on the floor, or"; did she dare to say it? "you could share my bed with me." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

He turned red. "Oh, no. I couldn't do that! You are as old as my mother and it would be wrong to sleep even in the same room as you. Not that I would be tempted to. I am pledged to God and must avoid temptation to sin." He stepped out of the house onto the small terrace overlooking the emerald pool and the waterfall.

" 'Pious prick,' Agnes thought. She was not at all pleased to be compared to his mother. Joshua suddenly turned around, red-faced, demanding , "What is going on there?" He pointed toward the emerald pool.

Agnes looked where her finger was pointing. A couple was standing at the edge of the pool "Oh," she said, trying to be casual. "That's Andy and his wife, Chloe. They come out from the village to soak in the hot spring and to swim. They never wear clothes." Andy and Chloe were the ugliest couple in all of Aden. They were barely five feet tall and obese. His cock was like a tiny button beneath an overhanging belly; her cunt was hidden by rolls of fat and her huge sagging tits hung as low as her navel. Ugly as they were, Andy and Mabel were a popular couple. They were reputed to be artists of the flesh. future.

"That's disgusting," Joshua said.

"Judge not lest ye be judged." When in doubt, she thought, quote the Bible.

"I can't tolerate sins of the flesh. You shouldn't either. You were a nun."

She changed the subject. "Are you hungry? I am making a soup of beans and corn." This was going to be a harder and more thankless task than she had imagined. He showed a spark of interest. "I like chicken tenders and french fries. Can I get those?”

“Sorry. I have no chickens. And I don't grow potatoes. The climate is not suitable for them."

He looked at her incredulously and exploded. "This is not acceptable! Why am I here! Somebody has made a mistake! I want to leave!" He was shouting and tears were running down his face.

Now she was angry. She shouted back. "You're here because God, in his wisdom; not your wisdom!; thought you would benefit from living in this reality! Are you questioning God? Maybe, God thought you would learn that goodness and mercy are what matters and not your spoiled, distorted, male-chauvinist opinions of what is right and what is wrong. So, shut up; or go wander in the wilderness for forty years, as did Moses. I have learned something, and maybe you will too. God makes the rules here; you are the servant of God and you better fucking well get used to it!"

He looked at her with astonishment. "You can't talk to me like that. I was going to be a priest," he said, but his voice showed hesitancy.

"I can, and I will. We are not priests and nuns here. We are equals. Sit down and eat your beans." Joshua quit complaining and sat silent and sullen. He still needed to 'die to self'. He needed to change, but didn't enjoy changing.

After lunch, Joshua helped her in the garden and swam in the emerald pool. They ate okra, tomatoes, and chunks of whole-wheat bread for dinner. He was hungry and still silent. Since his outburst, he had barely spoken to her.

Darkness and bedtime came.

“I’m going to bed," she announced. "You may join me or arrange the cushions to sleep on the floor."

 "I'll sleep on the floor. First I must do my devotions."

In her door-less bedroom, Agnes took off her shirt and shorts and laid down on the mattress and pulled a light quilt over herself.She didn't glance at Joshua's way to see if he were looking at her, during her brief moment of nudity. "Fuck him," she thought. "I'm not going to play into his prudence." She had trouble going to sleep. It had been an unpleasant day in Heaven.

Agnes woke up in the middle of the night. Joshua was climbing into the bed with her. "I can't go to sleep on the floor," he said.

"Welcome," she said grudgingly. "This is how we sleep in Aden. You'll get used to it." The bed was small and she felt the touch of her body. He was shirtless but still wearing shorts. She turned away from him and her bare ass rubbed against the fabric of his shorts.

When Agnes got up in the morning, Joshua was still asleep. He was lightly snoring peacefully and had a smile on his lips. "He looks angelic," she thought. "Maybe there's hope for him." She climbed out of bed carefully to avoid rousing him. She pulled on her shorts and reached for her shirt and then put it aside with the thought, "I'm not going to dress for him. He has to get used to seeing boobs." When Joshua awoke and got out of bed, she was still topless, in her small kitchen area. She served him a breakfast of eggs she had collected from her chicken house and fried strips of squash. Joshua ate heartily and avoided looking at her bare chest.

After breakfast, she said, "I usually take a swim and soak in hot spring. Will you join me?" With that, she stripped off her shorts and walked naked out the back door toward the emerald pool. She was wading into the water when he joined her, his shorts still on.

"Look at all the beautiful fish," he exclaimed. That was the first positive thing he had said about Heavenly Aden.

"You can fish for them today, if you wish. We will eat them for lunch and dinner. We eat fish.”

“I'll try to catch some. If you show me how.”

“I will. Let's go soak in the hot spring, and then I need to be working in the garden." She took him by the hand and led him to the hot spring and they sat together, tit-deep in the bathtub-like spring. She noticed that he turned his eyes downward to see her tits and that he looked at her body as she was climbing out of the spring. "Maybe, there's hope for him. He's just a scared, little boy."

All in all, it was a pleasant day and he was excited and proud when he caught half a dozen bass and bluegills and she fried them in olive oil for lunch and dinner. When it was time for bed, she stripped off her clothing as usual and laid down and he joined her, leaving her shorts on. They lay side by side beneath her only blanket.

"Tomorrow, if you wish, I'll introduce you to my neighbors and we can walk into the village. It's less than a mile." He was tamed enough, that she thought he might be presentable in the community.

"I'd like that." he answered.

She noticed that his body was just a little bit closer to hers than was necessary in the bed. When she woke up the next morning, he was curled around her and she could feel the outline of his cock pressing against her ass.

The visit to the village went well. Joshua's tight-lipped expression changed into polite interest as he spoke to the people circulating in the small marketplace. but as they were returning to the house, just off the road they saw a couple on the banks of the small river. They were both naked and he was on top of her.

"Is that, are they, ?”

“Yes, they're fucking. We all do it here. It's okay."

Joshua couldn't tear his eyes away from the couple , she, young and buxom, he, lying on top of her, his erect cock sliding in and out of her. "Are they married? Aren't they ashamed? Everybody walking by can see them."

"No, they're not married. Some people still like marital attachments; but everybody fucks everybody. It's a rule of the reality. Everybody is equal ; we all fuck.”

“You've had sex? Even though you're a nun?”

“I'm not a nun any longer. And yes, I fuck. I've fucked 30 men in the three months I've been here. And I'll fuck another 30 in the next three months. She laughed. "It was shocking to me also when I arrived here. God, it turns out, is a libertarian in matters of sex. Don't forget; it all began with the Garden of Eden. Adam and Eve and without fig leaves."

She continued: "The world we came from was imperfect, and in heaven you have freedom from the bad things about earth. This reality celebrates honest work, simple living, and equality in all things. Once you have experienced what we offer, you may move on to one of an infinite number of other realities. first you have to overcome what you believed during your inferior earthly life."

Joshua was intently listening, and somewhat overwhelmed. But he seemed to be resigning himself to inevitable changes.

"In three days we will celebrate the Friday Night Fuckfest. Everyone is required to attend and everyone will have sex. You will be expected to participate, to ensure that everyone has sex that night. That's a way we enforce equality. Nobody gets left out. Everybody has the right to sex at least on Friday night. Thus, we eliminate angst about sex."

He looked worried but didn't respond to her speech. That night they went to bed again, she naked, he still wearing shorts. She woke up in the middle of the night. He was crying She put her hand on his cheek. "What's the matter?"

 He clutched her to him. I should be happy that I'm in heaven, but I'm not. It's all so strange to me."

 "Your mother will join you after she dies. That's part of heaven, reuniting with the spirits of your loved ones. You're lucky in a way. I had no loved ones to reunite with.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.”

“It's okay. I'm happy here. I love all three hundred spirits in this village.”

“What if I can't do sex? I'm worried about that too.”

“Nobody is going to judge you. You'll learn. Quickly, without a doubt." She pulled his head to her tit. He didn't resist. "Maybe this is the moment that he begins to overcome his earthly inhibitions," she thought.

"Am I supposed to have sex with you? Is that what your job is?"

 "No, not at all. I'm just supposed to accustom you to Heaven. You died on earth at a young age and I'll help you overcome that trauma and learn to enjoy the afterlife."

"I'm frightened about sex. I was that way on earth. I was afraid of women."

"Have you masturbated?" That was a bold question. He thought before answering.

"Yes, but I tried not to. It was sinful.”

“I felt the same way when I was a nun; but I often masturbated." She laughed. "Why not do it now? It might help prepare you for sex later."

"You mean right now? With you here?"

"I can leave you alone if you wish."

 "No," he said after a long pause. "I like you here. I feel safe." He moved his head up from her tits to her cheek and put his arms around her. “I don't want to be alone."

She sighed. Now it seemed the time. "I can help you." Her hand roamed down his hairless chest and his muscles tensed and then relaxed as she continued her gentle massage. She pushed his body over on his back and leaned over him and explored him with her fingers: face, ears, nose, cheeks, neck, chest. , nipples, stomach, navel; stopped at his waistline. She nestled her cheek against his and her tits rubbed against his chest. She bent one leg over his and rested her pubic area on his hip, half straddling him.

 His hand reached up to touch her tit, carefully and lightly at first, and then with more assurance, running over both tits, pressing her nipples between his fingers, and beginning a slow, undulation of his hips seeking a closer union with her.

"I'll help you," she said . run his hand slowly downward from his waist, ready to withdraw it if he showed any sign of rejecting her touch. He didn't. She felt his cock beneath the cloth of his shorts. It was erect. She undid the top button of his shorts. He didn't protest. She undid the second button. Nothing. Third button. Now her hand touched his cock. I have hunched forward. Without moving her hand, she kissed him on the lips, clutching him to her, pushing her tits against his chest and grinding her pubic area against his hip.

Fourth button undone. Fifth button. Now his cock was outside his shorts, sticking up hard and straight into the air, and she stroked it. Eleven. Twice. I have creamed!Warm and sticky sperm ran down over her fingers as his body shook with excitement and he breathed heavily and exhaled noisy puffs of air and little mewing sounds.

'Well, that was easy,' thought Agnes, still holding his cock in her hand like it began to soften. When his breathing had returned to normal, she lowered her head and kissed him again. "Is he going to feel guilty now? Sinful? I must make him believe that cumming is a good thing. That a woman is a pleasure, not an evil seducer. How do I do that?" She continued the kiss, hoping that he would respond favorably as he lay supine with her body draped over him. Her bent leg rubbed up and over his semi-flaccid cock.

He finally said something. "Please, stop. I need to think about his, and what just happened." She raised her lips from his and laid her head on his chest, blowing softly on her nipples. She moved her hand away from his soft cock and put it on his hip, touching him lightly with her fingers. He pushed her away gently and she reclined beside him as he laid on his back on the bed, his legs spread wide, his hands above his head in a gesture of prayer, his clean cock and the black bush surrounding it visible in the moonlight that flooded through the window.

"Is this a plot to corrupt me? Have I failed God? Have I become a servant of Satan?"

'How to respond to that?' she wondered. Finally, she said,

"Why would you think so? You saw Saint Peter and the pearly gates. He sent you here; you see no real evil here. This is a version of Heaven as God intended it. Without evil, sin, avarice , disappointment. Instead, we have challenges, choices, freedom! Relax!

“I cannot stop thinking of the battle of good and evil."

“Oh, bullshit, if the devil could access you, and corrupt you, he would have picked a more impressive temptress than me.”

“I need to pray on the matter." Joshua evaded.

"I'm going to sleep while you pray," she said but with a kiss on his cheek. With that she wiped her sticky, cum-soaked her hand on his stomach and said kindly, "You can wash that off in the morning." She turned away to lie on her side, and slowly calmed herself down and dropped into a restless sleep.

Agnes woke up with the sun pouring through the window onto the bed. She was on her back. Joshua was still beside her, still naked. His hand was on her shoulder. She looked down. His cock was erect. "I want to believe you. I enjoyed, uh, what you did to me last night," he said, "but I've been taught that the devil works in mysterious ways, and I'm suspicious."

"Forget about last night and the devil," she answered. "Let's have a nice day. I'll take you for a swim under the waterfall and we can soak in the hot spring and take a walk into the mountains. You can go fishing again and carry a sackful of tomatoes into the village to exchange in the market."

They barely talked all day and when they did it was in pleasant platitudes. During their swim and soak, Joshua seemed more comfortable with their nudity. Several people stopped by her house or shared the hot spring with them. They attempted with modest success to drew Joshua out of his shell, and he even responded with a touch of warmth. He was proud of himself when he caught more fish and hovered over her to watch as she broiled them on her grill. "I was a prudent little religious bitch when I was eighteen."

That night, she got ready for bed as always, stripping off her clothing and getting under the blanket. She lay there wondering what Joshua would do. He came into the bedroom naked and got into bed beside her "Welcome," she said."

I had fun today," he said."

Good. Tomorrow I'll take you into the village again and you can play ball with some of the other young people who live here." "Are there girls among them?" "Yes, several." "I don't think I want to meet them yet. Not until I resolve; uh, you know; the problem I've been having here.”

“Suit yourself. The peach trees need pruning. You can do that for me."

She was laying on her back and he turned toward her, his cock touching her. "Could we maybe do some more, uh, of what we did last night?"

A quiver of triumph radiated through her 'Teen-age hormones at work. How to play this?' she asked herself. 'Careful, not bold. Let him take the initiative.' She remained silent, but turned her face toward him.

He kissed her. "Is that all right?"

She kissed him on the cheek, but remained silent. She would be the demure female; he would be in charge; she would use no femininely wiles; which she didn't possess in any case; to make him suspicious. He needed confidence in himself. She basked in the delight of having her own boy-toy, with virility and libido. He kissed her again and this time he lingered with his body covering her chest and then he was kissing her frantically and his hands went to her tits. She put her hands on his hips and encouraged him closer.

He rolled on top of her and his cock immediately sought her cunt and she spread her legs to assist his search. Soon he arrived in her and stroked. And boom! He erupted, with his body shaking; and then collapsed on top of her. "I'm sorry," he said. "It was so fast; I should have gone slower. I'm not good at this." "You'll learn," she answered. "I enjoyed feeling you inside me and we had a good time today. You're a very good fisherman; just like Saint Peter was. I'm a happy woman now and I am going to sleep. I hope you are happy too."

Agnes woke up the next morning with Joshua on top of her and again penetrating her. She spread her hips wider and he lasted about a minute. 'Progress,' she said to herself.

His progress continued. Joshua was naked and hard most of the day. Three times he had sex with her and he eventually lasted long enough for her to climax with him. She begged off when he climbed on top of her that night. "I can't," she said, laughing while kissing and caressing him. "I loved fucking you, but I am exhausted. My cunt is begging for rest." She went to sleep contented with what she had wrought.

After sex the next morning, she wrote a note and sent it to Burt with a passerby heading to the village:

Mission accomplished.

Send a horny young hussy out here to service Joshua.

You owe me. Bigtime.

Agnes.

Based on a post by ElsieThompson for Literotica.