My First Time

 Sister Agnes, In Heaven: Part 2

goes to a party in Heaven and meets three young men.

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

"Hello, Agnes."

Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was Burt, President of the City Council of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a white blouse. Her hands were soiled with dirt. "Hello, Burt," she answered with enthusiasm. "Welcome!" She stood up and walked over to where he was standing and kissed him on the cheek. For her that was bold.

"I came to apologize," he said.

"What for?" she was puzzled. "I should have fucked you the other night. I focused only on what I wanted, and didn't take your needs into account." Burt had masturbated and cummed on her tits

.Agnes, with less that a week in Heaven, still flinched at the word fuck. "Oh," she said, dismissing his apology, "That's all right. Harold, uh, fucked me good. I was happy." She chuckled. "Maybe for my first sex experience one man was enough. And I enjoyed watching you, uh, cum on me.”

“You were a virgin on earth, I take it.”

“Oh, yes, 80 years of chastity on earth." She laughed. "Suddenly I'm in Heaven and; and sex is required; and I've always been a stickler for following the rules. Plus, I am enjoying my 32 year old body. I am delighted to have a garden, a house, a dog." She reached down in the cleft between her tits to wipe away the sweat. Burt's eyes followed her hand. Self-consciously she looked down. The brown of her nipples showed through the thin, sweat-soaked fabric of her blouse.

"Well, I'm glad you're not mad at me. If there's anything I can do to help you adjust to Aden," His eyes did not leave her chest.

Agnes mused a moment. "I do have a question. Is there no anxiety or jealously in Heaven? Harold and I had a good time; but I was unhappy when he left me to have sex with another woman. I understand that we all have an obligation on Friday nights to make sure that everybody has sex, and I'll do my part. But I felt abandoned. Harold fucked me and left." A tear ran down her cheek. She clutched Burt to her. "Fortunately you showed up and made me feel better. But are my feelings normal here in Heaven? Where everything is supposed to be, well, heavenly."

Burt squeezed her to his chest and patted her back. "I suggest you give it some time; and try other partners. I felt uncomfortable the first time my wife fucked another guy here. It was a bit unsettling to my un-renewed mind. But we chose Aden as our heavenly home because we both have the desire to experience a more permissive sexual scene. Perhaps you feel the same? Repressed desire; all those years as a nun?”

“Yes, I wanted a freer, more individualistic life when I chose Aden. But I feel like I should be in love with Harold, and jilted because he left me to fuck somebody else. Everybody fucks everybody here, but at heart I'm a prude."

Burt held her at arms length, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You were not prudish at all. You lay there naked, your legs spread while I crouched over you and stroked my cock. You were attentive, a little apprehensive as anybody would be who has never been cummed on, but you were a sensual experience for me. I loved it."

Agnes wiped away the tear and laughed. "Thank you. I think I was just terrified. The epistles teach us to ‘be transformed by renewing our minds’. I guess that especially applies to now?”

“I should have fucked you. Slowly and carefully. I should have reassured you and made you comfortable." He paused. "I walked out here to see you and apologize, but I also wanted to take a shower in your neighborhood waterfall." He nodded toward the waterfall a few yards beyond her house. "Does that interest you?"

Agnes turned to look at the waterfall. It was a popular place for bathing. Nobody was there, but frequently people walked out from the village and cavorted in the deep, clear pool at its foot. Everyone went into the water naked. She felt panic at the thought of getting naked in broad daylight in the open air. "Well, maybe." She gathered her wits. She should do this. She was in a place in which sex and nudity was the norm. "Yes, let's do it" she said with resolve. "I need to wash the dirt and sweat off. I must smell like a goat.”

“A very lovely goat," Burt answered.

"Getting naked is difficult for me. I'm still getting use to the culture here." Agnes admitted.

"I'll help you," Burt said with a leer, his eyes focused again on the rivulets of sweat that trickled between her tits.

‘He wants to fuck me,’ Agnes thought with a feeling of panic. ‘But I don't have to do it. Aden's rules are that sex is mandatory only on Friday nights. Do I want to do this?’ she asked herself. ‘Where would we do it? In the water? How? Standing up? Those rocks on the shore look hard. I'm not sure I want to lie down there. I wish my tits were bigger. I wish I had shaved my cunt. Am I ready for this? Oh, God, you put me here. Help!’

Her mind raced. ‘Have I already decided to fuck him? What if he doesn't want to? What if he's just being friendly. What if he rejects me? What if somebody sees us while we're fucking? I'll freeze up like a ice cube and I won't be any good. Should I fake cumming? How do you fake cumming?’

Burt took her by the hand, "Ready? Let's go." The two of them walked to the rocky shore of the pool. The waterfall made a low roar in the distance. "Now?" asked Burt. He shook off his sandals and then pulled down his shorts and tossed them aside. He wore no underwear.

Agnes looked down at him momentarily. Yes, that was Burt as she recalled him. A short, fat cock, surrounded by a heavy bush of black hair that extended up to his navel. His cock hung limply.

Burt touched her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Okay?" he asked.

"Okay," she answered. She stood stiffly as his hand ran between her tits, undoing the buttons on the blouse. He turned her around and slid the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it onto a nearby bush. He kissed the back of her neck as one hand found a nipple and tweaked it. "Pink nipples that get hard when they're touched. You're going to become very popular here, in Aden.”

“I'll do the best I can," she said, but not with much confidence. She felt the tingle of pleasure as Burt caressed her tit, but stiffened again when he loosed her shorts and pulled the garment around her shapely ass cheeks, where they dropped to her feet. She stepped out of them. The two of them stood facing each other and Burt kissed her on the lips and ran his hands down her sides and over her ass.

’Is he going to fuck me now?’ she wondered to herself. She could feel his cock rubbing into the hair on her pubic area and her tits, the nipples now long and firm, rubbed against his chest.

He stepped away from her and took her hand in his; and stepped carefully into the clear, green water.

Agnes paused before following him. "Before we go in, tell me something. I don't want to be deceptive. Does Melody know you're out here with me?" Melody was Burt's wife for 20 years on earth and 40 years in Heaven.

"Of course. We don't hide anything from each other. Nobody hides anything here. No reason to." He paused "It's my job; and Melody's; to make sure newcomers fit it and adjust; and she is really enthusiastic about sex. She fucks a man or two every day of the week. That's probably what she's doing right now. She will want to enjoy you. Soon."

Agnes didn't have much of a notion as to how women should conduct themselves, but she followed Burt into the water. It was cool and crystal clear. Colorful fish darted around her feet. Burt stepped deeper into the water. "Be careful. The rocks are slippery. Realism, you know, virtual life after death but without many of the unpleasant features of real life.

"No flies, I've noticed. No mosquitos.”

“Can you swim?"

They were neck deep in the water.

"Yes, although I haven't since I was a teenager. We didn't have a swimming pool in the convent." She laughed at the thought.

"Let's swim to the waterfall and take a shower," said Burt. Side by side they stroked across a few yards of deeper water. Burt pulled her up onto the rocks behind the waterfall. She looked around. Nobody was in sight.

The sound of the waterfall was thunderous now as they stepped into it. She shivered from the cold, then raised her face into the falling water and felt the heavy weight of it cleanse her body. She took a long gulp of the crystalline water.

"May I scrub your back?" shouted Burt, who was standing beside her. He reached onto a ledge and his hand came away with a bar of soap. "Oil and Ash soap, of course. No pollution allowed in Aden.”

“Of course," she answered in what she thought was a coquettish voice. Burt massaged her shoulders, then ran his hand over her back, moving down to her ass, massaging and rubbing and then his hands were on her upper legs, his fingers between then, tickling her labia, running his hands over and up and down her upper thighs, and his finger found the crack in her ass and pushed downward; all the way down.

He pulled her around to face him and they kissed long and hard as the cascading water mist sprayed over their heads and down their naked bodies. He gently turned her around and wrapped his arms around her, taking one hand to caress her amazing tits, and his other hand traveled over her narrow belly, then fluffed her pubic bush. His fingers sought her cunt and he inserted one, and then a second one.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No, I'm wet, lubricated; whatever the word is." She sucked in a breath. "Don't stop doing that." Burt's thumb massaged her clitoris as his two fingers stroked in and out. She lowered her hand behind her ass to feel his cock. "I didn't touch Harold's cock when he fucked me. I'm curious what it feels like.”

“It's sort of cuddly when it's soft, but you've made it hard. Are you liking this? We can go to shore and fuck on the beach. Or go to your house, if you prefer.”

“Oh, no," she answered. "Keep doing that. That feels so good." She was hunching back and forth, Burt's fingers reaching far inside her, the hard knot of her clitoris tingling from the gentle touch of his thumb. "I think I'm going to cum.”

“Do it!" Burt commanded. "I want to feel you cum."

Agnes felt a shiver go down her whole body and her legs gave way and she would have fallen had not Burt been holding her. Her body convulsed in tremors as the climax pulsed up and down her limbs. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips forward to force his two fingers deep inside her and clutched them with her vaginal walls. She leaned back and Burt's other hand found the hardened nipple of her left tit, and he pinched hard and she felt another jolt radiating up and down her chest; and then it was over and she collapsed in euphoria and would have fallen had not Burt caught her in his arms. The falling water washed over her head and face.

"Oh, my God," she said when she could talk. "That was intense. I've never cum standing up." She thought to herself. ‘My language! I am not behaving like a nun. But then,’ she shook off the thought, ‘I'm not a nun anymore. I'm in Heaven.’ She said aloud, "That climax felt like when I found God.”

“It was my privilege," said Burt. He kissed her on the cheek.

She felt his cock hard in her hand and nun-like again, she said, "Oh, but I forgot all about you. I need to do something. Don't I?”

“It would be nice," he responded. "Although you have no obligation. That's the joy of Heaven.”

“It would be selfish of me not to satisfy you. And after that climax I feel an obligation. Oh, wow, do I feel an obligation! My decades of service to others is still deeply engrained in my conscience.”

“Then, let's go to that beach over there" he pointed to the shoreline of the emerald pool. "I'll cum on your tits. And you can masturbate with me. That's what I like most to do. I'm visual. I like to see my partner; and the facial expression, and the way their body moves when they cum.

She took him by the hand and with a purpose of mission, she stepped into the deep water at the foot of the waterfall and he followed and they swam side by side to the shallower water.

As they touched bottom, Agnes said, "I'd like to feel your cock, uh, your cock inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“No, I want to do what you want me to do. But first I'd like to feel your cock inside me. Just for a moment.”

“Your wish is my command." He turned to face her in the shoulder-depth water and put his hands under her hips and raised her and she locked her legs around him and he cupped her ass cheeks, then  probed until he found her cunt. She felt him pushing inside her and then he was in.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked.

"Yes, I just wanted to know what it felt like; if it felt differently than when Harold fucked me.”

“Does it feel different.”

“I think yours feels tighter.”

“Is that a compliment?" he laughed. "Will you recognize me next time by the tight fit in your cunt?"

Agnes blushed in embarrassment. "That's enough. I just wanted to feel you inside me. Let's go to the beach.”

“Dear Agnes, I believe you have the potential to be the best lay in all of Aden." He pulled his cock out of her and picked her up in his arms. "I am going to cum a quart all over you. Don't touch me yet! I'll spill my sperm prematurely. I have to let my cock calm down."

Burt continued to cup her ass in his hands and carried her out of the water. She wrapped her arms tightly against his back, and enjoyed how his chest hair tickled her sensitive nipples. Burt knelt slowly, and  gently deposited her on the small sandy beach. The warm sand felt great on her backside. He stood up, over her. She sat up and looked at him with appreciation. 

"What can I do to make this more enjoyable for you?" she asked.       

  "Spread your legs and massage your clit; and let's try to cum together. God, I love those tits; and those hard nipples." He began to stroke himself, holding his cock over her tits.

Suddenly, there was a voice. "Hi, Burt." The voice came from a few feet away at the edge of the sand. Burt quit stroking and looked that way.

"Oh, hi, Andy. Chloe, how are you?"

Agnes, laying on the sand, turned her head to see the new arrivals. Honestly, they were about the ugliest couple she had ever seen. Both of them were short, round, and nude. Chloe's tits were enormous and hung down to her waist. Instinctively, Agnes closed up her legs and put her hands over her tits.

"Agnes," said Burt, "meet Andy and Chloe. Long time residents of Aden."

Andy walked over to Agnes's side and extended a hand downward to her. She took her hand off her tit and shook his hand. "I look forward to getting to know you better," he said. "Maybe next Friday?”

“Uh, yes, I'll look forward to it. Maybe," she stuttered. "Nice to meet you."

Chloe also came to her side. "Andy and I have sex as a couple. Both of us and you. It'll be fun. We could join you and Burt right now if you wish."

Andy chimed in. "You'll enjoy Chloe. She has the honor of having the biggest tits in Aden.”

“I feel inadequate looking at them," Agnes said, feigning admiration.Burt was still standing over her, his cock in his hand. He said protectively, "Agnes is new here, and we should let her find her own way into the sex scene.”

“Oh, absolutely," Andy said. He looked down at Agnes. "Just know that Chloe and I are willing.”

“I'll remember that.”

“Well, we must be on our way. Have fun. Nice to meet you." The couple walked away.

Burt watched them go, then said, "Sorry about that. I know you're a little sensitive about fucking and nudity. But they're nice people. And actually she's a great lay. Very enthusiastic; and oh, wow, she is into multiple orgasms. She climaxes like an alarm clock that goes off every minute on the minute." He began to stroke himself, holding his cock above her tits. "Sorry," he said, "I need to pay attention to you.”

“Oh, no, I appreciate your insights and experience." She said that with a touch of irony.

Burt laughed. "Temper, temper, dear Agnes. Everybody likes to fuck Chloe. Just to feel those gigantic tits wrapped around your head. I foresee a beautiful friendship. You and me and Melody. Harold and Chloe and Andy. And a lot of people you don't know yet. A community that fucks together, stays happy together.”

“I wish it had been that way on earth," Agnes said wistfully and relaxed, spread her legs, reached up to fondle his testicles in her hand, and used the other hand to massage her clitoris.

He took his cock in hand and stroked and it was over in a minute. His cock exploded with great streams of sticky semen spraying out and falling on her tits. She was a few seconds behind him, the spasms of her orgasm causing her to hunch upward and take her finger deep within herself and then she collapsed, convulsing on the sand. The last drops of Burt's sperm dripped onto her.

When her quivering ceased, he helped her to her feet. She kissed him and gave his cock a last touch, and then she twirled in ecstasy around and around on the sandy beach, her arms swinging, wet hair flying, tits bouncing, head back and looking at the sky; and her mouth locked in a smile of contentment.

"Thank you God! I did my duty and I am rewarded. I am free now." She stopped twirling and looked at Burt. "Was this how sex was when you were alive?, I mean on earth?”

“Sex was splendid on earth. But not always. Sexual activity had problems and complications. Here, it's just fun without detrimental consequences."

She shouted for all the world to hear, "I like Heaven. I love Heaven! I love sex!"

Agnes goes to a party in Heaven and meets three young men.

Sister Agnes felt both apprehension and excitement as she prepared for her second Friday night party in Heaven. She had lost her life-long virginity at the first party. What awaited her at her second? Another sex experience, to be sure, that was the rule. But with whom?

As the sun declined in the sky, her first decision was what she would wear. God had not provided a munificent wardrobe for her stay in the virtual medieval environment in which she resided. She had three pairs of shorts; a bit too short for her taste; three sleeveless blouses; a bit too revealing; and one dress. No bras, no underwear.

She tried on the dress. It was of thin cloth with a flowery pattern and a length that ended above her knees. It was sleeveless, cut-low over her tits, and held on by strings that tied over her shoulders. She knotted the strings. She had no mirror to evaluate her appearance, but she found the dress immodest. The slightest lean forward would expose her tits. She adjusted the straps to reduce the cleavage, but the cleft between her tits was still visible. She shrugged and decided to wear the dress. The people, or rather spirits, of Heaven had attended last week's party in every stage of dress and undress.

Despite her apprehension, she liked the dress. It swished around her hips when she walked; her legs were slender and her tits were ample and bounced with each step she took. During her sixty years as a nun she had never been able to overcome the sin of vanity. She had been proud of her body as a young woman; and she was thirty-five years old again in this virtual reality.

She decided the dress needed more shape. She fastened a belt around her waist and was gratified that it highlighted the gentle curve of her hips. She then tied her long, light-brown hair into a pony tail.For inspiration, she read again the plaque on her wall:

"The spirits who reside in this afterlife believe that possession and ownership are the source of human misery. Here, you own nothing and you must share what you have, including your body.

The sun was getting low in the sky when she set off walking down the narrow, shady dirt road to the village a few hundred meters distant from her stone house. She shared the road with the enthusiastic spirits of other people, also walking to attend the weekly party. When she reached the main plaza of the village, one of the first persons to greet her was Melody, wife of Burt, the mayor of the virtual community.

"Agnes!" Melody gushed, rushing over to her. "I'm so glad to see you. I need help." The previous Friday, Melody had been wearing a very thin and silky diaphanous Roman toga. This week her nipples were bare, and completely distinguished in the ultra-sheer gown. Painted red and black lines radiated from her nipples along the curve of her tits. She wore a loincloth of tan colored cloth that bared her ample hips and was barely long enough to cover her pubic area and ass.

"What can I do?" asked Agnes, always willing to be helpful.

"The Three Amigos have chosen me for their Friday entertainment. I can't take on all three of them. How about joining us?" She gestured to her rear.

Agnes looked at the three men; really boys, about 20 years old; standing behind Melody. One was tall and black, one was middle-sized and white, and one was short and Asian. All were bare-titted and wearing loin cloths similar to Melody's.

The tall black boy stepped forward, shook her hand and kissed her cheek. "Hi, I'm Tom."

The middle-sized white boy stepped forward, shook her hand and kissed her cheek. "Hi, I'm Dick."

The short Asian boy stepped forward, shook her hand and kissed her cheek. "Hi, I'm Harry."

Melody took Agnes by the hand. "Let's go to the dance first. It's fun, especially just around sunset." She led Agnes to a flat sandy place about the size of a tennis court with a pyre of logs in the middle. At one side of the sand was a raised platform on which four musicians were playing music. A young man with a guitar was playing and singing a country song. He was backed up by a drummer, a violinist, and a flutist. About one hundred people were crowded onto the sand dancing to the music.

"That singer looks like Elvis Presley," Agnes said. "I remember him from when I was a teenager.”

“That singer is Elvis Presley," answered Melody. "He's on tour in Heaven. We're pleased to have him here tonight.

"Let's dance," Tom, the black boy, put his hand around Agnes's waist and led her into the crowd of dancers.

"I don't know how to do this," said Agnes.

"Just wiggle and sway," said Tom.

Agnes did her best and soon Tom passed her off to another man, and he passed her off to a woman, and she circulated around the sand, going from one partner to another in quick succession as the band ran through a series of rocking and romantic tunes.

Elvis and the beach party.

A naked man ran into the sand holding a burning torch. "It's time to light the pyre," he shouted and tossed the torch onto the mound of logs which flamed instantaneously.

"It's sunset," the man with whom she was dancing; and who was holding her much too closely; explained. "The ceremony is about to begin." He was gone before she had a chance to ask what the ceremony was.

As the fire burned brightly and reached toward the sky, Elvis and the musicians increased the intensity of their singing and playing and what had been a sedate minuet, turned into an orgiastic celebration. All 100 people frantically danced around the fire, circling from one partner to another, men with women, men with men, women with women. Agnes felt herself thrown from one person to the next, their hands running over her body, her hips, waist, and chest, the feel of erect cocks, covered and uncovered, touching her, other tits brushing hers, whirling hair rushing over her face, lips touching her neck and shoulders; and all that as the dusk thickened and night came closer.

A strap on her dress became untied and slipped off her shoulder and a tit was suddenly exposed. She reached down to pull the dress up; but a man's hand stayed hers. "Leave it," he said, and he reached up and untied the strap on the other shoulder and the dress fell to her waist leaving both tits exposed.

And, now, as the sky darkened, the band reached a new level of frenzy with Elvis and his band mates screaming (incongruously) "YMCA" accompanied by a pounding drum beat, the rhythm of the guitar, a whining violin, and the flute player trying desperately to keep up with the others. And Agnes kept dancing, sweat dripping off her face, running down her torso, tits bouncing, swinging wildly, her dress flying around her spinning body, throwing herself into the arms of one person after another, shouting out as did all the others the words to the song.

Then, suddenly the music ceased. Every one of the dancing 100 stopped dead in their tracks and sank to the sand, exhausted.

From the stage, Elvis said, "Thank you very much." He and his band walked off the stage and only the sound of heavy breathing, chirping crickets, and the murmur of water flowing by in the nearby river were heard. Agnes lay on her back, breathing hard, and men on either side of her touched her hips with theirs and their hands reached across her to nestle her tits.

A scream came, and Agnes turned her head to see its source. An enormous naked woman was at the edge of the sandy dance floor. She must have weighed at least 330 pounds, with several chins, thunderous thighs, huge tits that sagged to her waist, and rolls of fat hanging from her back, her ass, and each of her arms. She advanced toward the elevated stage, one slow, methodical, painful step at a time, each foot hitting the ground with emphasis.

"The Earth Mother," the man laying next to Agnes whispered.

Agnes started to ask about her, but then fell silent. The fat woman continued her stately walk toward the stage and, on reaching it, lay down on her back, her legs spread and hanging over the edge of the stage.

"That's the signal that sex can begin," said the man next to Agnes. He patted her on the stomach and sat up and said, "Sorry I have to leave you. I want to fuck the Earth Mother now. After the first half dozen men, it gets messy."

With that, he stood up and walked to the stage, standing in line behind another man, who was already standing over the fat lady between her thighs and thrusting his cock. Still other men arrived and took their place in line. The other dancers, including Agnes, rose to their feet and began to disperse. The fiery pyre in the middle of the dance floor was burning low and the dusk had turned to night. Stars and a full-moon hung over the village.

Melody came to Agnes's side, the Three Amigos in her train. She kissed her and stepped back to look at Agnes, her hair wildly deranged and matted to her head by sweat, her tits bare and still heaving from excitement and breathlessness, and the limp dress hanging over the belt around her waists. "Oh, my God, you are so beautiful," said Melody. "I would be jealous; if jealousy were not prohibited in Heaven. Let's go to the river and wash away the sand." She took Agnes by the hand and led her away, beckoning for the Three Amigos to follow.

The river was only a few steps distant and several other people were bathing in the water. In the corner of her eye, Agnes saw a trio on the ground, a man on his back, a woman kneeling over him with him in her mouth, and a man standing behind the woman’s ass. "They didn't waste any time getting on with it," Agnes thought.

Melody stripped off her loincloth and put it on a bush, then turned to Agnes and unfastened the belt around her waist. The dress dropped to Agnes's feet, she stepped out of it. Melody picked it up and threw it on the bush. "Leave it here," she said. "You can get it back tomorrow." The Three Amigos also took off their loincloths and they were all naked. Agnes, Melody, and the boys waded into the cool water of the river and, laughing, splashed water on themselves and each other. Agnes dipped her head into the water and untangled her hair. Melody washed the remnants of the painted stripes off her tits. During her long earthly life Agnes had never felt so free and elated.

To be continued in part 3, based on a post by ElsieThompson for Literotica.

 

A nun goes to Heaven and learns that sex is required.In 3 parts, based on a post by ElsieThompson. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. 

The spirit of Sister Agnes met a bearded, white-robed figure with a benevolent smile standing just outside the pearly gates. "Saint Peter?" she asked. She was wearing the same kind of white robe which, frankly, was a bit thin and translucent for her taste.

"Call me Pete. We don't stand on ceremony here," he answered. "I am as you wish me to be. At your service, Sister Agnes. May I call you Agnes?"

'Yes, of course, uh, Pete. I don't quite know what to say. This looks exactly as I thought it would look. Even to the cherubs sitting on clouds. And the harp music. Everything is so white and clean.

"Your imagination makes it what it is," answered Peter. "Welcome to heaven! Your reward for a life well lived."

Agnes looked around. Through the pearly gates was a yellow brick road that passed from cloud to cloud and in the distance was a castle of white and aqua blue, its turrets shining in the light of a warm yellow sun. "That looks like Disney World," she thought.

She turned away from the pearly gates and looked in the opposite direction. A ragged line of people dressed in sackcloth, their faces contorted in sadness, trudged down a muddy road of tumbled cobblestones lined by thorny bushes.

"Goodness," said she. "The man with tattoos looks familiar."

Saint Peter sighed. "Yes, it is sometimes difficult to decide which path a client may take; but in his case it was an easy decision. You, dear Agnes, have better options. May I explain our little home away from home, so to speak?"

He continued. "First, of all, you died in one universe. You are now in another universe and you have an infinite number of choices how you will spend eternity. Virtual life after death, you will find, will be quite pleasant. You have accumulated a formidable number of points for good works and faith. Many more than some unfortunate souls. How would you like to begin eternity? Living in a temporal world; or trying something more exotic: a digital consciousness in the over soul or perhaps a tour of black holes?"

She thought a moment. "I have always dreamed of a perfect earth. Perhaps I would like a medieval village and a small house and a property of my own. I have never owned anything. I could have a vegetable garden. And fruit trees." Her enthusiasm mounted as she spoke. "And chickens. My mother had a garden and chickens when I was a child. A dog. I want a dog. A Labrador." She paused. "But I am eighty years old. I can't take care of chickens and a dog and a garden.”

“No worries," said Peter. "Here, you may be the age you wish to be.”

“Any age I want? I was attractive as a youth. Is it all right to say that? Or is that vanity?”

“You were more than attractive! You were exquisite!" said Peter with enthusiasm.

Her first thought was, "Is that an appropriate compliment by a saint?" She dismissed the doubt. How could Saint Peter be inappropriate? "Thank you," she answered sincerely. "I always fought the sin of vanity. But it's nice to hear that from you. Some of those priests. Ugh." Oops, she thought, that wasn't a nice thing to say.

Peter reassured her. "Those bad priests follow the same path as the orange man. What age is good for you?"

"I don't want to be too young," she mused. "Nor too old. Thirty-two. Is that possible Although I want to keep my eighty year old mind. I'm smarter now than then."

"Absolutely. Thirty-two you shall be; with an eighty year old mind." He waved a hand, conjured up a floor-length mirror and said, "Look at yourself.

"She stared at the mirror. "Oh, my God!" She twirled round and round and pulled her gauzy white robe to herself, to see the outlines of her body. "I wasn't bad looking, was I? Are you sure that vanity is okay?"

"You are permitted vanity. And other indulgences too, if you wish."

"I wouldn't want to be sinful. Well, maybe just a little indulgent, to experience something of life outside the convent and parish. Not that I wasn't happy as a nun.”

“How about a husband? Or a wife? Children?" Peter asked.

"Oh, no. But I would like to have lots of caring, sharing friends. Male and female friends. I've not had any male friends. Ever," she mused.

"Your wish is my command, Agnes. Now, let's look at the options you have for a place to live; or perhaps better said, reside in a spirit that is indistinguishable from life. You want heaven to be rural, medieval, and agricultural. Like the Ireland of your childhood, perhaps?”

“Hum, No. Less rain and more sunshine, but with mountains and valleys and rainbows.”

“Let me see what we have available." He stepped to a golden table and sat down in a golden chair in front of a platinum-plated desktop computer with a large monitor. He talked as his hands played over the keyboard. "We're not immune to change in heaven. Just recently, I arranged a temporary transfer from down below for Steve Jobs. He did a great job organizing our computerized list of environments. And Pixar is amazing!"

He leaned back from the keyboard. "Here is a place which may meet your needs. What would you say to a 50 year lease? In earth years, of course, And renewable." He touched a key and a video appeared. It showed a small stone cottage nestled along a beautiful river. A waterfall shimmered white in the background. The video panned out to show a narrow valley ringed by sheer cliffs of red rocks The valley floor was covered by green fields interrupted with copses of trees. The small rushing river of clear blue water bisected the valley.

The video rotated to show a narrow dirt road, shaded by enormous, ancient trees to a tiny village of gray, stone houses and narrow pathways not unlike the ancient French villages she had seen in the valleys.

"It's perfect," she said. "My vision exactly. But I'll need a lot of books to read.”

“We've anticipated that need. The technology is medieval. There's no running water or electricity; except that you'll have a heavenly Kindle preloaded with every book that's ever been published. That includes titles lost to your times such as How to Cook a Horse by Attila the Hun, and 57 Ways to Kill your Wife by Henry the eighth. Plus, you will have a heavenly time machine to view any historical event as it happened. Live, no censorship, no editing. You can answer the eternal question: Did Jesus actually get it on with Mary Magdalene?”

“I don't think I want to know if she seduced him. It might be embarrassing. But I would like to see some things. I've always been curious about Joan of Arc, for example. She was the hero who inspired me to become a nun.”

“Joanie is big on Heavenly Heroines website. You can watch every day of her life from birth to death. All 19 years of it. You've got an eternity to indulge yourself. You'll be happy to know that those responsible for her death have toiling working in Hell's Salt Mines for the last seven hundred years.”

“I'll pray for them," said Agnes. But not very much, she thought.

"To continue," said Peter, this virtual valley and village have a population of three hundred, divided equally between men and women. It's not a place of leisure. You have to labor on your land and some community service is required. Road repair, for example. Nothing supernatural about it, except that your neighbors will be good people. As you are.”

“I like it," she said with enthusiasm. "But I'll miss one thing. I love hot showers to the point of sinfulness. I've confessed my undue affection for a hot shower, but this being heaven, do you suppose,?”

“The Heavenly Architect has thought of that. Hot springs are scattered around the valley for bathing. No clothing allowed in the hot springs. Is that acceptable to you?

"She paused. "I've never been naked before. Well, not in public I mean. There was the church and the calling,”

“You were married to the Church, but there is no parish government here. This is paradise. You are a tangible spirit, not just a carnal body. You will never be ill or diseased. You will not poop nor pee. Did I say that properly not to shock you? Your appetites continue, but the energy which food gives you, will radiate out of you in energy, without waste products, so we don’t have to be bothered with outhouses or wiping shit off our asses.”

Peter continued his orientation; “You will not have; how do I say it delicately?; your monthlies, nor will you get pregnant when you have sex. And, speaking of sex, in this chosen vision of the afterlife, sex is not only encouraged, it is required.”

“Required?" Agnes was shocked. Sex in paradise?

"Many former nuns find satisfaction in; how did the priests say it? ‘the sins of the flesh.’ Those are not sins here because there is no such concerns about exploitation, jealousy, abandonment, or inequality.”

“I'm much too old to think about sex. Oh, but you said I could be thirty two. I do recall sometimes thinking of sex at that age, but of course I prayed those thoughts out of my mind. Those were the seventies, as I recall. The sexual revolution and free love.”

“Here, you'll have no need to restrain your desires. Living as a tangible spirit with a regenerated body, you will have access to all the things of life you may desire: sex, chocolate, chickens, Labradors, alcohol, even marijuana. All in natural moderation, of course. Would you like more details about the requirements for sex in this environment?" Saint Peter bubbled with enthusiasm.

"Yes, please, but not too graphic, if you know what I mean. It's embarrassing for me to think about it. Sex, I mean.”

“No worries, I can read your mind. You want the PG-13 version.”

“That sounds right." Agnes smiled.

"Okay, to explain, the people of this environment have decided that every man and woman has the right to sex on demand on Friday nights at a community party. You may, of course, also have sex on other days also; and with whomever you wish. Male or female, among adults.”

“What if I can't bring myself to, well, uh, have sex?”

“We'll have to cancel your membership. You may then select a different environment.”

“Fair enough. How does the sex part work?”

“The system is simple," Peter gushed. "Every Friday night, all adults in the environment are required to meet in town for a party, Dancing, drinking, festivities, and everybody gets laid during the course of the evening. It's guaranteed.”

“Do I get to pick my partner?”

“Yes, provided that you do your part in ensuring that nobody gets left out. That might require doubling up on partners. We have learned that a guarantee of the right to sex for every person is healthy. It eliminates war and aggression and many of the mental health problems that plague earthly societies."

Agnes's insecurities came to the fore. "What if nobody wants me?”

“Not a worry," Peter said, looking her thirty two year old body over from top to bottom. "You're beautiful; Milf beautiful! You'll have to beat the men off with a stick, metaphorically speaking. And women, too. My Lord in Heaven! With tits like that, you'll be a sensation." He turned her around and looked at her posterior. "Damned good ass, too!"

She blushed in embarrassment.

"But even if you were not beautiful, you would still get laid. And you are also obligated to assure that every man and woman gets fucked at least once a week. Oops, sorry, "fuck" is an R word."

The word "fuck" hit on Agnes's ear like a hatchet. The word had never passed her lips, and she had hardly ever heard it. But Saint Peter said it. It must be okay?

"So?" he asked. "Sign up here for fifty earth years? Conditional on being able to fulfill the requirements for sex, as I described?" He handed her a golden pen and pointed her toward a large book of vellum pages on another table.

"I'll give the sex a try," she pledged. She took the pen from him and wrote her name in the book. "Don't forget that I want a Labrador. A black one, please, if that is possible.”

“No sweat," said Peter. "Thy will be done." St. Peter and the pearly gates dissolved in mist.

A Cottage in Aden

Sister Agnes was transported in a mist, across time and space; feeling a rush like weightlessness. She opened her eyes and looked around. "It's so real," she said to herself. "So beautiful. Earth as I would have liked it to be." A small stone cottage was surrounded by gardens and fruit trees and a chicken house. She lifted her head. Beyond the stone cottage was a waterfall, cascading over a red-rock cliff, and dropping into a pool of crystalline water.

Half a dozen men and women stood in front of the stone house, a Labrador sitting calmly at their side. A tall and distinguished man stepped forward. "Welcome to the celestial village of Aden! The name 'Eden' was already taken. So we named ourselves Aden. I'm Burt." He shook her hand vigorously.

"Say hello to the city council." He beckoned to the three men and three women at the front of the house.

She looked at the group. They were a collection of sizes and shapes. The men were dressed in various shorts and tee shirts. The women also wore various shorts and halter tops covered their tits. "No bras," Agnes immediately noticed. "And they are showing quite a bit of skin." She looked down at herself. She was dressed the same. Self-consciously, she adjusted the halter top to conceal more of her tits. "I've never been so close to naked in public," she thought.

The black Labrador came to her side and licked her hand. Burt said, "Her name is Blackie. Not very original, I know." He beckoned toward the stone cottage. "This is your house. Two rooms: a bedroom and a living room slash kitchen. A fireplace. A deck is out the back door so you can enjoy the view." He waved expansively.

"Notice," said Burt, "the hot spring over there." He pointed. "It's a natural bathtub with a constant, tolerably hot temperature. If that's too hot for you, other hot springs are nearby."

Agnes looked at the hot spring. Three people were sitting in the water, one man and two women. They were naked. She flinched in surprise.

"Clothing in hot springs is forbidden," Burt said. "It's one of our few rules. We're not a nudist colony, but we encourage a celebration of the body beautiful. Everybody here is beautiful, even if they were not judged to be on Earth. And everybody has equal access to the pleasures of the flesh."

One of the men lounging in the hot spring stood up and waved at Agnes. She looked away quickly. "Goodness," she thought, "His thing is so big! Surely that won't fit into me." She blushed red in embarrassment.

"That's Randy," said Burt. "He's well-named; and as you have noticed is well-endowed. He's popular with the women. Well, at least some of them."

Agnes turned back and forced herself to look at Randy. His cock swung about and perhaps reached halfway to his knees. It was as thick as her wrist. She turned to Burt. "Did he choose to, uh, look like that, or was he that way in real life?”

“He was like that. Everybody in Aden looks just like they did on Earth although they select the age they wish to be. Any disabilities are restored, in body and mind." He looked at her. "If you'd like to sample Randy, I'm sure it can be arranged. Some of the members of our community only have sex on Friday nights. Others are active more often. Randy is one of the latter."

She stuttered. "I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to handle the, uh, sex here.”

“You're a virgin?" he asked.

"Of course," she said. "I've never even seen a, one of those things.”

“Maybe Randy would be a bit too much for you as a newcomer. I'll offer myself to you. What I lack in length, I make up for in liveliness." He smiled benevolently at her and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Well, uh, .yes, maybe, uh, thanks." She was flustered.

"It would be my honor. Tomorrow is Friday and we all meet at sunset to have a party and enjoy the sensual delights of our community. Attendance and participation is mandatory. Nobody gets left out. But in the meantime, if you'd like to sample Randy, or me, on anybody else feel free to do so. Our motto is 'Everybody fucks.'"

She grimaced at the sound of the word, but said, "I'll do my part of course. I've always lived up to my responsibilities, but maybe I need a day to adjust before I go to the party, and participate.”

“Suit yourself," Burt said amiably. "We leave you to get acquainted with your dog, your house, your chickens, and your garden. You'll find some additional clothing in the house. You might want to put on something more festive for the party. Or show up naked. That's all right too." He paused to muse. "I recall one newly arrived woman who came to the party naked and fucked twenty men that first night. Including me. Wow! That was something. She had been like you, a nun on earth.”

“I don't thing I'm ready for that," answered Agnes, "but I'll do my best." She hoped she could.

The Party.

The sun was low in the sky as Agnes tried to decide what to wear to the party. Nudity was out for her. The festive clothes hanging in her closet were all sparing of cloth. Neither a bra nor underpants were anywhere in sight! She liked the look of her legs as she tried on a mini skirt; but without panties she would be uncomfortable wearing such a short skirt. So, she tried on shorts. She picked a pair at random. "Should I have shaved my pubic area?" she asked herself. "I guess I'll go as I am this time."

The tops were equally revealing. Some were nearly transparent. Others were only tiny patches of fabric that covered her nipples and nothing else. She picked a bikini top that tied around her neck and showed off her impressive; so she thought with a touch of pride; cleavage, but held her tits firmly in place and was almost nipple-slip proof.

As she left her house, she said to herself with determination, "Well, tonight I am going to get laid. Relax Agnes, and enjoy. You can do it, girl. You can do it. You're going to get fucked. Finally." She was frightened, but happy.

She walked to the village a few hundred yards away. A stream of people were walking in the same direction. Some were dressed, as she was, in relative modesty. Others wore revealing outfits. A few, both men and women, were totally naked. Some of the naked had streaks of body paint covering their private parts. Agnes felt out of her element, but everybody was friendly, and she managed to avoid flinching when both men and women kissed her on her cheeks and welcomed her to Aden.

Her destination was a large, low building with an outdoor patio at the center of the tiny village. Dozens of people clustered on the patio. A totally naked waitress circulated with a tray of canapes and a man, equally unclothed, passed around drinks. A man and woman wearing only aprons stood behind a bar mixing drinks and tending to a smoking grill. The smell of barbecue permeated the air. The people were mostly, as she was, in her thirties. A few appeared to be closer to 20 and others nearly 60. Some were beautiful, many were not, and they came in all shapes and sizes. Agnes repressed a prideful thought that her body was better than the average.

Burt met her as she stepped onto the flagstone patio. "Agnes!" he gushed. "Welcome to the Aden Copulation Center." She managed to smile as he kissed her on the cheek and patted her on the ass. He raised her hand with his and turned to the people scattered about the patio. "People, listen!," he shouted. "This is Agnes, our newest arrival, and our first in many a virtual year. On earth she was a nun; and a virgin. This is new to her. She's not at all like Mother Teresa, so let's be careful to ensure that she enjoys herself.”

“Mother Teresa?" mused Agnes to herself. "The Mother Teresa? Was she the one who fucked twenty men her first night here?" She looked at the onrushing crowd of men coming to her side. "Oh, why did he have to tell people I'm a virgin?"

Burt whispered in her ear. "I'm available if you want me." He took her by the hand and led her to the center of the patio. "Let me introduce you to my wife." Burt's wife was gorgeous; and barely dressed. She wore a Roman toga that was semi-transparent and draped loosely over the curves of her body. Agnes noted with relief that she was unshaven, with a distinct dark triangular patch of hair visible through the thin fabric.

"Melody was my wife in real life and we came here together after a car accident killed us both. We had two children and we hope they join us after they die." Melody hugged Agnes and the two exchanged pleasantries.

"Melody was a great help to me in my election campaign," interrupted Burt. "Oh, yes, we have elections here, although the vibe is always pleasant and focused on who has done the most for the community. Melody won the hearts of everyone with her dedication to fornication. During my campaign she fucked every man and women in the community. All 300 of them. What a show of civic pride that was! I won by a landslide.”

“Congratulations," Agnes said with a tremor in her voice. "That's certainly an impressive accomplishment."

Melody whispered in her ear. "Don't accept Burt's invitation to be your first. He's a wanker. He'll cum all over you, but he won't fuck you worth a damn. That's why I had to take it on myself to fuck everyone so people would vote for him. Burt's a lovely man, but I don't recommend him for your first.”

“Well, thanks for the tip," said Agnes, "but I feel obligated to Burt because he has welcomed me so warmly.”

“I'll divert him to Susie," said Melody. "She is the blow job queen. That woman's mouth is like a fire hose. She can do Randy all the way down her throat without choking. It's amazing to see." With that she took Burt by the arm, pulled him away, and led him through the crowd.

Agnes had no shortage of suitors as she accepted a drink and a slice of smoked salmon. She sipped her drink. The alcohol stung her mouth. "How do I pick a man?" she asked herself. "I should have asked Melody." She looked over the half dozen men circled around her. One was totally naked and his cock was erect. "Not him," she said. "I need somebody who like me is shy and a bit out of place."

Her attention focused on a small, balding man, who hung back in the crowd of men around her, and said little. He was dressed modestly, "Him," thought Agnes with decision. She struggled for a way to express herself. Finally, she looked at the small, balding man, and said, "Can you show me around?"

The little man stuttered. "Certainly, I would be happy too. My name is Harold."

Harold and Agnes walked away together, their shoulders rubbing. They walked to the swimming pond where naked couples cavorted. Agnes averted her eyes from one couple in the water. He was standing, holding her hips with his hands and she was wrapped around his middle and gyrating back and forth, a wide smile on her face.

"Sex in public!" said Agnes, amazed. "Fucking. That seems to be a common word here. I should get used to it."

Harold and Agnes toured the rooms in the house off the patio. Some doors were closed and some were open and couples were within and Agnes could see that cocks were greeting cunts and mouths.

"I should warn you," said Harold, his face turning red. "I'm a three-stroker. But I recover quickly. I thought you should know that if you're, well, considering me to be your first."

Agnes looked at him. "Thank you for telling me that." She mustered her courage and kissed him on the cheek. "Let's do this. I mean, .let's fuck. I don't really know to go about doing it, so maybe you can help. Will it hurt? The first time? I've heard that it hurts.”

“I don't know," he said humbly. "I've never fucked a virgin. But I'll be careful. Be warned, I'll probably cum while I'm trying to get inside you. I didn't have much luck with women in real life.”

“We sound like we're made for each other," Agnes responded with a touch of irony. "A man even more insecure than I am," she thought. "Perfect!”

“Here's an empty room," said Harold. He took her hand and led her inside. A queen size bed was there; the sheets were satin; sunshine filtered through an open window and birds were outside singing in the branches of a tree in bloom.

Agnes looked around and then at Harold. "What do we do now? I assume you've been here before?”

“Yes," he said, "but with a first-timer, I'm a little nervous. Shall we kiss?”

“That seems like a way to begin." Harold put his arms around her waist and lowered his face to hers and their lips met, softly at first, then harder, and then their tongues touched, and his hands glided over her ass, and she felt the bulge in his shorts as their groins touched. "Sorry," she said, and pulled away. "I can't breathe.”

“Was it good?" Harold asked, a note of concern in his voice.

"Yes, I liked it. I haven't been kissed like that since I was in high school. Sixty-five years ago. And not often even then. I was such a prude." She laughed and pulled his face to hers and they kissed again and she ran her hand up and down his flank and he held himself tightly against her, and she felt his stiffening cock pressed against her.

They backed off each other to catch their breath and his hand found her neck, and then her chest, and reached down to loose the top button on her blouse, and found its way to the cleavage between her tits and then to a nipple which he caressed softly.

"And that has never been done to me," she said, moving her hips closer to him and rubbing her pubic bone against his hip.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," he said, "I'm sorry I'm so lame. I can never think of anything to say.”

“No apologies needed." To herself she said, "I bet this guy gets left out until the end of the night every week. Why do I always pick the underdog, the downtrodden?" She answered herself, "Because I'm a nun. A fucking nun it appears, if this gentle insecure man continues. Maybe I have to take charge." She wiggled her body and moaned in a way that she hoped was seductive.

He took the invitation. His hand loosed another button on her blouse, then another, and her blouse gaped open and his hand weighed a tit in his cupped hand. She helped him pull the blouse over her shoulders and arms. Naked from the waist up, she leaned back as his mouth found her nipple and sucked, softly at first, and then hard, as the nipple became firm.

"Your tits are beautiful.”

“You said something!" she joked. She put her hands beneath his hips and drew him to her, relishing the feeling of his hardened cock against her body. "I can do this," she thought. "I can enjoy it!' She said to him. "Shall we lie down?”

“Oh, sorry, I should have asked you that.”

“No more apologies. Just keeping doing that with my tits." That was the first time she had ever said the word "tits."

They reclined on the bed, she bare-chested and he pulled his shirt off. She raised her hips to feel him better. He was sucking one tit and then another and a tingle went through her body.

"Maybe I should do this first," he said. He rolled off her, reached down and unzipped his pants, pulled them over his feet, and tossed them to the floor. He kneeled above her.

"Oh, my God!" she thought. Harold's cock and balls were hovering above her face. "It looks like a turkey neck and gizzards. And it's big! Not big like Randy's but big." She touched his cock with her hand.

"Oh, fuck," he said. "All I needed was a touch and I'm going to cum. I told you I'm a three-stroker. Damn it!" And he hunched into her hand, and his body shook, and a whitish liquid came out of the tip and landed on her face and throat and tits. It kept coming out, spurt after spurt. The emission from his cock ceased, and she watched it soften, the last few drops of sperm dribbling out onto her cheek.

‘Well, at least I haven't had to see if that thing will fit in my cunt,’ she thought. "How does this stuff taste?" She touched a droplet of sperm with her finger and put it in her mouth. "Sticky, salty, but not too bad. And how do I clean this mess up? Not with my clothes. They'll get gross."

Harold solved that problem. He began licking up the sperm on her face and tits and chest. It felt good. "Do you want to take my shorts off?" she asked.

"Oh, sure, it's time for that." he answered meekly. He undid the top bottom of her shorts and pulled them over her feet, and she lay on the bed, naked, the sperm still glistening on her tits, a half smile on her face, her chest rising with each breath, and her legs partially spread.

She became the aggressor with this uncertain man, a not unpleasant feeling, although she worried that she would do the wrong thing and maybe he would not get hard again. She needed to have sex; so that next time she might have more expertise in how this thing called fucking was done.

"Can I kiss you between the legs," Harold asked.

"Yes, of course.”

“You're a virgin, but you've masturbated? And cummed?”

“Yes, although not often. I always thought it was a sin and I was too embarrassed to confess it to the priest every month."

He lowered his mouth to her pubic area. "See if you like this. Maybe it will relax you a bit while I get hard again.”

“I must still be tense," she thought. "Try to relax. Drain your thoughts. Like meditation. Like prayer. Climax. Cum." Harold's mouth found her clitoris and sucked and then his tongue went down and he thrust inward.

"Does that feel okay?" he asked. "Am I hurting you?”

“No!" she said emphatically. "I think I like that." Humble as he was, he seemed to know what he was doing. "Well, he should," she thought. "He fucks somebody every week. Lots of practice." She was curious, so she asked. "How long have you been in Aden, Harold?”

“Thirty years," he answered, raising his head from her clitoris."And you've, uh, fucked a lot of women?”

“Oh, yes. All of them.”

“All 150 women?”

“More, actually, because a few have departed and new ones like you arrive. But in real life, I was hopeless. 50 years a virgin. This is a nice place for a loser like me.”

“Well, you're not a loser at cunt sucking." Another new word had passed her lips. And her clitoris was definitely feeling a tingle.

"I think I'm going to cum," she said. "Could you maybe, put a finger in me to help me along? Oh, oh, now I'm sure. I'm definitely going to cum." She sucked in her breath.

His finger slid into her, and his mouth increased the pressure on her swelling button. She arched her back to drive him deeper inside her and then she was climaxing. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed. "Oh, my God," she thought, "everybody in this place can hear me." She shut her lips as the last waves of an orgasm rippled through her body.

"Did you like that?" asked Harold.

"I thought it was obvious that I did," said Agnes with a touch of sarcasm.

"That fulfills our statutory obligation.”

“What does that mean?”

“The rules of the community are that we both have to cum. We've done that, so if you wish, we can stop now. I'll understand if you don't want to go further."She thought a moment. "No, I would like to fuck you, Harold.”

“Oh, good," he responded. "Let's do it. You know it might hurt a little bit, you being a virgin.”

“It'll be all right. I don't have a hymen. I broke it when I masturbated. With a cucumber.”

“A cucumber?" he said with astonishment.

"Why did I say that?" she asked herself. She explained: "Well, yes. I was in a nunnery. I could have used a carrot, but I thought a cucumber would be better. I did it often, but I only used small cucumbers. And I coated them with olive oil. They went in a lot easier that way." She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. "Oops, I think I've given you too much information.”

“No, it's fascinating. My little cucumber should fit in you easily.”

“Oh, Harold, you're making a joke. I like that."

He stuck a finger up in her. "You're wet, so we don't need any oil.”

“Fuck me, Harold." She spread her legs. Her hesitation was gone. She was looking forward to this. She only hoped she could climax again.

Harold rolled over on top of her and his hand guided to her, and he pushed and he was inside and she gasped.

"I'll last a little longer this time," Harold said. "Promise.”

“I'll hold you to that. Can we cum at the same time?”

“We'll try." He put his hands under her hips and raised her and thrust deeply within her."I can feel the skin on your cock go backwards and forward.”

“I'm not circumcised.”

“I want to give you a blowjob, but not now. Keep that up." Harold was pumping harder now, faster and she fastened her legs around his waist. She felt his cock rubbing against her pubic bone and her clitoris was tingling. "I'm almost ready," she said."So am I.”

“I'm going to cum! I can feel it now. I'm cumming. Now. Oh, God! My God!" She rotated her hips wildly, willing him deeper within her, pounding. She felt the heat inside her and her fingernails ran up and down his back and clutched his ass and then she was shaking uncontrollably, whimpering and crying at the same time.

"Oh, Harold," she said when she could talk. She was glowing with love. "That was wonderful."

He sat up. "I agree. We must do that again, but I have to go now.”

“Why?" She was astonished; and disappointed.

"I'm on the clean up detail taking care of the sexual needs of any who haven't paired up during the night. Sorry, but it's my obligation. Maybe if you want more, you could join the clean up detail? Other partners await you.”

“Does everyone have to serve on the clean up detail? And fuck a lot of people?”

“We all have our obligations, even in heaven."

She adjusted her mind to that. "That's the way it is in Heaven. Who am I to complain?" She shrugged and felt confidence flowing through her. "I will always love you, Harold, because you were my first, but maybe I'll look for another man. I want to do it again.”

“I'll send Burt. He likes you. Bye for now."To be continued in Part 2, By ElsieThompson for Literotica.

To be continued in part 2, based on a post by ElsieThompson for Literotica.

 Desiree at the River.

By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early. It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there, somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear!

It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day, the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down the back roads away from school.

I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!"

Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up to something good.

The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction, and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks, occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times.

"Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?"

"My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before he retired."

"Does anyone come here?"

"Nope. Didn't you see all the "No Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out unless they're family."

"It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily.

"It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon, let's get cool first and have a snack!"

Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom.

"Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!"

"Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr. Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the year working on our projects!"

"Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!"

"Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to give her a squeeze.

Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on my leg.

"I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the world."

She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies began to respond.

With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad, luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed ogling.

"That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You should try it."

I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock.

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said eagerly.

"You first!" I responded.

She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well, suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily.

"You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it last night thinking we might have a chance today!"

"I Love it!" I said fervently.

"Grab the towels," she commanded.

Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them out of the bag.

"Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did as she asked.

"Put the other one right there," she said next, pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied, wondering what she was up to.

"Now," she said with a smile, "what was that about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?"

I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side. With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly, and then over the shiny patch she had shaved.

"Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer look?" she asked encouragingly.

I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt, stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there.

I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze. "Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all around her labia. "Your gonna love it!"

No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with kisses, relishing its silky feel.

"Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love it!"

She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking down at me through her lashes.

Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going.

I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue. Another happy noise came from above me.

Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt, retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her, she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue. We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a little every time I licked her.

"Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp the words out to answer.

"Fuck, yes; give me more!"

Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped in time with her thrusting.

I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over again.

"Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst within her.

I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips.

When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring directly into her eyes.

"Well?" she asked.

"Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with a grin.

"I love how you feel against my skin when it's all shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to everything you did!"

"I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so smooth and sexy."

"I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones.

With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin momentarily to gather her own deliciousness.

"You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked playfully.

"What's that?" I responded with an innocent look on my face.

"Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how smooth and wet it is."

I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms. "That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!"

My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation.

"Besides, I think I need to tease you for a while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited yet!"

I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened.

"Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I asked her.

"Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer of padding.

"Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for some payback!"

I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around.

"No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No one can help you. No one can hear your screams!"

"Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight. "I'll try to suffer in silence!"

Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand, aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on my shaft.

Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then moving back down to the base again.

"Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and wet I feel?"

My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love it!"

"I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head, a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response.

"Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an approaching orgasm.

"I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled away.

"Hey; you already had your turn!" she said indignantly. "Now I get mine!"

With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around, keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue. She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into her mouth.

My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me.

"Fuck, Des, that feels so good!"

She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well, and she paused to look back at me.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock rhythmically.

"I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!" I gasped.

"OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she turned back and resumed her suction.

Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to overflow her mouth.

Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft.

"That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair.

"That was the most cum ever!" she said with a snort and a laugh.

"Well, you are an exciting woman," I told her, "so it's kind of your fault. It's all that teasing, too."

"Yeah, that was fun!"

"Yeah, it was!" I said agreeably, hugging her with the arm around her shoulders.

"Beats study hall, doesn't it?" she asked, and I could feel her smile against my chest.

"Hell yes it does!" I said with a laugh.

Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were closed against the sunlight still, but I felt the warm breeze move her hair, and heard the soft chuckling of the water all around us. Contentment spread through every part of me, and I trailed my fingers along her upper arm.

"I love you, Des" I said quietly.

She released my cock and turned to look at me, bracing herself on her elbow.

"I love you, too" she replied.

The kiss this time was soft and loving. The frantic passion of the last hour was over for now, and we settled against each other peacefully.

Prom Night at the Lake

At the end of May, Desiree and I went to the prom together. The school was in a small town, so it was held in the nearest "big" city at the VFW hall. A committee from school had done their best to decorate, but it was still a cold, cavernous space. The music bounced relentlessly off the high ceiling, and the food was nothing spectacular. We had some fun, though; Desiree loved to dance, and she looked amazing in a flowing, swirling satin dress. The eight of us who were friends made the best of it and we even managed to smoke a joint by sneaking out through the kitchen entrance.

As soon as we were allowed to go, though, we got out of there and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. We had some nachos, then finalized our plan. Jack's family had a lake house nearby, and we planned to finish the night there. His parents knew that we were going there and why, but they figured that we were all over 18 and it was better we were drinking somewhere safe rather than driving around.

With that plan in place, we pooled our money. Desiree and I agreed to get the drinks on our way to the lake and drove off with $80. At the far end of town was a little development well-known for being "helpful" to those of us who were underage. We drove through slowly, and sure enough, a man came to the curb and asked what we were after. We told him, he haggled over the price, and then he went back to his car. Minutes later, we were driving away (carefully doing the speed limit) with two cases of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a case of hard seltzer.

At the house, we changed out of our prom clothes and into more casual attire. Then we all congregated in the kitchen. After a few shots and a beer, though, the couples drifted off. There were several bedrooms, a deck with privacy fencing overlooking the lake, and a hot tub on a patio below the deck; endless possibilities!

Desiree, of course, wanted to be outside, and I was right there with her. We shed our clothes and grabbed enormous beach towels as we ran for the hot tub. With just the underwater lights on, we let the jets tumble us around. Our feet tangled together, and Des rubbed her foot up and down my leg. When she scooted over to my side, she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing softly all over my face and neck. I contented myself with stroking every inch of her body and occasionally capturing a nipple with my teeth. We were both getting really horny, and Des finally turned to face me, straddling my thighs.

"I want to fuck," she said in her usual blunt way, "but this water isn't good for that."

My hard cock was nestled along her cunt, bathed in the heat of her core. She had kept herself shaved smooth all month. It felt great, but I knew what she meant; pool water has a way of washing away lubrication.

"What are you thinking?" I asked her.

"Let's get in the lake and decide," she said with a smile.

Standing up, she stepped over the rim of the tub and wrapped her towel around her shoulders. I tied mine more modestly around my waist and followed her across the grass. The night was still warm, and when we looked around, the neighbors' houses were dark. Looking back toward the house, no one was one the deck, so we headed downhill to the water's edge. Des looked both natural and sexy with just a towel across her shoulders, and I trailed along in a daze, enchanted by the rolling motion of her bare ass in the moonlight. She walked out the narrow floating dock set between pilings, and when she reached the end, she sat down on her towel with her feet in the water.

She turned to look at me, and as I approached, she impishly reached up and tugged my towel off. My cock sprang out at full attention to slap against my stomach. Des giggled happily and grabbed it, pulling me closer and angling the tip down so she could reach it.

"Someone's eager!" she said with a laugh.

One thing I loved about Desiree was that she was always eager as well. As if to demonstrate, she lunged upward and took my cock deep in her mouth, cradling my balls while her tongue lashed the underside of my shaft. I groaned and held onto a piling for balance.

Once my cock was slick with her saliva, Des began to stroke me with her other hand. Her lips formed a tight seal and slid up and down in time, all the while letting her tongue work its magic. Looking down at her naked form, I thought about how amazingly lucky I was to have found her. My heart was full, and her oral skills were driving me closer and closer to the brink of explosion. I began to thrust gently into her mouth each time she descended, and she easily swallowed more of my cock each time.

Just when things were getting critical, though, she stopped. For a few moments, she sucked hard on the head, nursing repeatedly and tonguing the underside. My cock swelled even more, and she was rewarded with a rush of precum as I got ready to unload into her voracious mouth. Suddenly, she pulled off me and looked up.

"It's not time to cum yet!" she said with a smirk.

I looked down at her, puzzled and somewhat frustrated. Letting go of the post, I reached for her head, but she anticipated my desire to hold her in place and finish. With a sudden twist of her body, she pulled me off balance and I toppled gracelessly into the lake!

Sputtering, mad, and laughing all at the same time, I found my feet and stood up on the sandy bottom. The water came almost to my shoulders, and my feet were tangled in lake weed. Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes clear and looked up to see Des laughing at me from the dock. Lucky for her, the laughter was infectious and I had to join in. Stepping over in front of her, I rested my arms on her thighs and chuckled at my predicament. The water had definitely cooled my jets, and although I was incredibly turned on, my cock had shrunk in the cooler water and the urgency I had been feeling had passed.

"That was obnoxious!" I finally managed to say.

"It worked!" was her response.

"True," I said. "But it was still an evil thing to do!"

Des wrapped her heels around my back and her hands around my head.

"Sorry, then. I want you to last!"

"I get it. I was so close, though!"

She giggled and apologized again.

I turned my head and kissed each thigh, then graciously told her she was forgiven. When my hands wrapped around to grab her ass, Des scooted forward a bit. I let the water take my weight then and lowered myself, kissing a trail down from her belly, over the inviting curve of her mound, and then to the top of her lips. Above me, Des hummed happily as my lips approached her clit.

My chin was almost on the towel as I began to lap Desiree's sweet cunt there in the moonlight. She settled back on her elbows and watched me through half-closed eyes, a sexy smile on her lips. Because of our earlier action, she was already slick and wet, so I let my tongue travel all over, tasting her sweet nectar and opening her up for my enjoyment.

At one point, my nose bumped against her clit and I heard a gasp. Desiree's thighs closed on my spasmodically, and I knew she wanted to cum as badly as I had a few minutes before. The idea of pulling her into the water flickered across my mind, but payback is never as satisfying as you imagine. That thought developed, however, and a sudden inspiration occurred.

"Des," I said. "I want to make you cum, but I want you here in the water with me. Slide off that dock and float, will you?"

"Seriously?"

"Trust me."

She did trust me, and as I kept her legs over my shoulder, she eased herself down onto the surface carefully. When she was clear of the edge, I turned us around so that she was parallel to the shore. My hands supported her ass, and like the true nature girl that she was, Desiree relaxed into the pose and floated easily, her arms sculling gently at her sides. One at a time, I used my hands to flip water up onto her belly and tits, and I grinned when she protested. The cool air hitting her nipples made them crinkle into tight little nubs, though, and Des moaned approvingly.

She moaned again when my tongue returned to her cunt. This time, I focused my attention on her stiff little clit, tracing circles around and around it. Des arched her back in pleasure and I saw her full tits emerge from the water, dripping silver.

"Oh, God, please make me cum!" she begged.

Knowing what would follow, I put my mind to my task immediately. My lips encircled her sensitive button and I began to suck steadily, punctuating each intake with a flickering tongue. Her hands came down and grabbed the sides of my head; a sure sign that she was close. Removing one hand from her ass, I moved it up between her legs and circled her opening with the broad pad of my thumb, not penetrating her but stimulating everything I could reach.

"Oh, God, oh, God, Oh, fuck yes!" was her response.

I sucked extra hard then and drove my tongue directly onto her clit, grinding it in circles to push her over the edge. That was all it took. A wordless cry of pleasure echoed across the lake. Desiree's body lurched, nearly pushing me under water before I braced myself. Her cunt throbbed wildly under my thumb, and I felt the pulsations in her clit as well as the tiny pleasure center contracted over and over. Holding her up with one hand, I kept still as her entire frame shuddered. Ripples sped in all directions forming rings of silver white around us on the lake.

Slowly, haltingly, Desiree's body relaxed. She let go of my head and uncrossed her heels from behind me. She remained floating, however, lying back on the cushion of water and breathing deeply as she recovered. Always the Nature Girl, Des looked supremely at ease in the water.

"That," she said quietly after a long time, "was uh-mazing!"

She reached for me then, and I let her legs slip off my shoulders. She couldn't quite touch bottom, though, so she wrapped them around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her tits pressed against my chest as she kissed me softly, our tongues teasing each other.

I could have stayed like that forever, but my cock was rising again, and it nudged impatiently against Desiree's ass. She giggled and squirmed in response, arching her eyebrows at me.

"You Do still owe me one!" I reminded her.

"I know I do. I think I owe you two after what you just did, though." Always fair-minded, she was.

"Where should we go?" I inquired.

"I have an idea," she said eagerly, releasing me from arms and legs and swimming away from me.

I followed, eager to see what she had in mind. As she passed the dock, Des grabbed her towel and quickly wiped her face and hair. Then she continued toward the shore beside the pilings. With quick hands, she folded the towel twice and rolled it into a tight cylinder. That she set on the narrow strip of sand between the water and the grass. Then she turned back toward me.

Some sights are burned in your mind forever, and for me, that is one I will treasure forever. Naked, dripping wet, flushed with pleasure, eyes gleaming with lust, and standing proudly in the moonlight beside a quiet lake, Desiree was a vision beyond any high-schooler's imagination. As I walked toward her in the shallows, I tried to find the words to express all that.

"Des, " I began, "you are so, "

"Horny!" she interjected with a wicked grin. "Come here and lie down!"

Following her finger, I stepped past her and lay on my back, my head on the pillow she had thoughtfully created. My shoulders were in just a few inches of shallow water. My ass rested on the sand, but the water sloshed across the tops of my thighs. My feet were floating. Desiree stepped over me then, towering above me. She knelt down straddling me, cupping her tits like an offering.

As she toyed with her nipples, she looked directly into my eyes. "I'm going to fuck you right here and right now" she said in a lust-filled voice.

"Good plan!" I croaked.

"Let's see if you're as ready as I am, " she mused. Her hands found my cock and stood it upright. A few quick strokes brought droplets of precum to the tip, and she spread them all along my shaft.

"Yup, you're ready!" she said happily. Then she adjusted her position slightly and sank down, trapping the head of my cock between her slick labia. Another quick circling to spread our natural lubricants, and then Desiree sank down onto me completely in one long move.

"Oh, fuck!" we both groaned at the same time.

Des giggled. Then she toppled forward until her hands were resting beside my head. Her hair hung down, framing her face. Her tits hovered just below my chin, and I craned my neck to capture a nipple and suck on it. She pulled it away and switched me to the other one. Meanwhile, I could feel her inner muscles grasping and releasing my rigid shaft as it filled her.

I continued to suck and nibble on her tits as Des began to move up and down. Keeping her nipples within reach meant that she couldn't go all the way down on my cock, but feeling her tight cunt gliding up and down the top half was perfectly fine with me, and she seemed to like it, too. She bit her lip in concentration, intent on giving me the pleasure I had given her.

Faster and faster she drove herself, and the water near us splashed and splattered as our bodies moved. The cool air on my wet skin, the heat and friction of her cunt, and the sensuous weight of her tits as I fondled and sucked them were a perfect combination. Soon my heels dug into the sand and I was arching my hips, pushing myself deeper into her with every stroke.

"Fuck, Des, I'm going to cum soon!"

"Do it.." she said breathlessly, "do it! Fuck me, and cum in me, whenever you want!"

"Oh, God Des!" I cried. My cock swelled to its fullest extent and I pulled her hips down hard onto my lap, burying myself against her womb as I began to cum. Pulse after pulse sent jets of cum into her, and she ground down against me, relishing the gush of liquid that was making a slippery inferno of her cunt.

"Yes, yes, " she moaned encouragingly. "Give it to me!"

As my contractions slowed and stopped, my body relaxed. Des groaned one last time and leaned forward, kissing me once before laying her head on my chest and letting her weight settle onto me. I held her lovingly in my arms while my heartbeat slowed. The surface of the water returned to its silvery smoothness, and the night air caressed our bodies as we lay in the shallows.

"Happy Prom Night," I murmured next to her ear.

"You, too!" she giggled in response.

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Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter.

We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.

That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns.

She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.

It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather.

When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn't get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well.

Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me.

When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.

"Wow; you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude" she teased me.

"Just working the room, ya know?" I said in my most pompous voice.

"I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you," she said apologetically. "She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!"

"No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat."

"Well," she began, taking my arm, "I was very impressed with your poise!"

I blushed again. "Oh, you heard that, did ya?"

She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing against me closely.

"Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good."

I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery.

"Des," I told her, "I'm sorry about that, you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn't help but look at you!"

A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.

"Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful before?"

"Oh, no, not at all!" Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days?

"So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?"

At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn't stop myself.

"Since day one of school," I told her earnestly.

I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared.

"So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?" she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.

"Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just never get a chance to tell you."

"I can see why you're such a hit with the moms," she murmured just before we entered the den.

She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.

The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother's training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, "Isn't he great?" in a loud voice. "And handsome?"

"Oh, he certainly is!" Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me," I muttered and headed for the door.

Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.

"I'm sorry; I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!"

"No big deal," I assured her somewhat truthfully. "It's your mom; she's just a little, "

"I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing, "

"You Are very great and handsome," she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction.

"Des," I replied in a low voice, "I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so, it's just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize, " My words trailed off.

"Realize what?" she asked, holding herself just inches from my face.

"How much I want to do this," I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist.

Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. "Far out!" she said softly.

Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again.

Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.

"I've got to help my mom," she said apologetically.

"I've got to get home, too," I told her. "I don't want to go, though, "

"I know, I don't want you to go!"

Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. "I guess we'll have to finish this some other time," she said.

"Yeah, definitely!" I said urgently.

"Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow," she said quietly.

She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.

Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.

The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist.

"Yes?" she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Good morning, miss," I said earnestly. "Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me, "

"You're disgusting!" Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. "You probably would go after my mom!"

"Not when you're here," I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me.

Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion.

"Come upstairs," she said after pulling back to catch her breath.

"Parents?" I asked.

"Gone for the day" she replied with a wicked smile.

"Good!" I said fervently. "Let's go!"

She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle.

When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door.

"You can come in," she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips.

I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.

"This is where I wanted to bring you last night," she said. "Once I saw you with my mom, "

"Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you noticed me, finally!"

"I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going on."

"Yeah," I replied with my usual brilliance.

"So now, " she began.

"Now I'm all yours!" I told her with my best smile.

"Good. I want to show you something!"

I nodded and told her "Anything you want!"

Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the bedspread.

"After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done."

She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes.

"I was wishing you were here with me," she continued. "So I threw my clothes over there." She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. "And then I climbed into bed, "

Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration.

"And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me, "

I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.

"I got so fucking horny!" she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.

Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion.

"Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this."

Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her cunt.

"Show me, " I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation.

Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her tits.

Again, she spoke as she played with herself: "My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!"

Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.

"Sometimes, " she resumed, "I put my fingers inside to get them wetter." Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. "Is that what you would have done to me last night?"

"God, yes!" I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.

"I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're doing it now!"

"What else?" she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.

"I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you," I said.

"Umm, I love that idea!" she assured me with a sexy smile.

Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. "I do that all the time!" she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.

As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.

Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. "When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night," she began, "you weren't wearing all those clothes!"

As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her!

When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.

"What were you going to do to me?" she asked enticingly.

In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices.

Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her.

"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me with your tongue!"

With my nose bumping against her clit, I plunged in as far as I could. Rocking my head, I did exactly as she asked, fucking her repeatedly with my tongue, relishing the copious lubrication she was producing, and using my thumbs to caress her cunt lips as I worked away at her.

Almost immediately, Desiree started to rock her hips into me. She must have been close already, because I could feel the trembling begin in her hips and thighs. She bent forward to embrace my head fully, her tits crushed against my hair as I ground into her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" she hissed above me.

I didn't pause to reply, wanting only to drive her over the edge. Instead, I rubbed her clit harder with my nose from side to side and lashed her inner walls with the tip of my tongue. That did it.

"Oh fuck!" Des cried out happily as her whole body froze. Her thighs clamped down on my head, her arms gathering me in even tighter, and her hips rocked forward to drive herself against me one last time.

Barely able to breath, I held my position for a long minute, sucking gently on her cunt to gather every drop of her sweet juices.

When she began to breathe again, Des pulled me up to her lips. I rose to stand in front of the bed, and her arms stayed wrapped around my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue breaking away from mine to taste herself on my lips, my chin, and all around. Finally, she let me go and I stood up straighter, grinning down at her flushed face, her dark hair dampened by her exertions. Des looked up at me, grinning as well, then wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in for a hug.

"That was better than I imagined last night!" she said happily against my abs.

I stroked her hair and said, "Good. I've been wanting to do that for, like, forever!"

She giggled happily in response and hugged me tighter for a moment. Then she tilted her head up, her chin resting just below my sternum. Her eyes were dark and wide and beautiful and I looked directly down into them, lost in a mixture of lust and love and happiness.

"Is that all you've been wanting to do?" she asked me teasingly.

Desiree and I continue, as the weather warms up.

Now that Desiree and I were a couple, we spent the rest of the winter together. Usually, it was at one of our houses, or occasionally at a friend's. This led to a lot of fun, but a lot of frustration as we almost never found ourselves alone with any kind of privacy. However, like teenagers everywhere, we found ways.

At school, we would climb the ladders behind the auditorium stage. There was a little room there for lights, ventilation, and theater controls, and we made the most of it. I have endless memories of lying on my back on the dusty floor while Desiree hiked her long cotton-print skirt up and rode me languorously. She loved to control the pace, and I was happy to lie back and caress her hips and tits while she rocked her way to bliss. It was hard to go back to class afterward, but every second we spent up there was worth it!

There were also two cars involved, but Des had a tiny Honda Civic that wasn't much good for anything except road head and discreet fingering. When we went in my car-a roomier Volvo wagon-we often ended up parked up a logging road, stretching out in the back on an old sleeping bag. For some reason, my lasting memories of those encounters are all in the missionary position, my weight resting on Desiree's broad hips, my chest cushioned on her ample tits, and my face against the side of her neck, surrounded by soft brown hair. Her arms and legs would wrap around me almost tenderly, and I can still recall the warm spread of her skin against mine as our bodies came together fully. With gentle thrusts and counter-thrusts, we would rock lazily in the steamed-up little world until we were spent. Then we would roll onto our sides and enjoy what she called "the afterglow".

Every now and then, we enjoyed the supreme luxury of a house when one set of parents or another went to church, or to a meeting, or out shopping. We tried very hard not to make it obvious that we were hooking up, but I think both sets of parents knew and gave us as much space as they reasonably could. Her parents didn't mind if we used their hot tub, and they were gracious enough not to look outside while we were there. If they had, they might have seen their daughter perched on the edge while my tongue explored her sweet, spicy depths. A while later, they would have seen their only daughter kneeling on the submerged seat, her ass barely out of the water, while I stood behind her, snowflakes falling on my shoulders as I pumped myself deep inside her. Needless to say, we were as quiet as possible on those occasions.

Finally, the endless snow began to melt. Desiree, with her Earth mother attitude, turned out to have a huge fetish for having sex outdoors, and she had grown up in the town and knew every isolated place. As soon as it was over 40 degrees, she had no problem whipping off her shirt or at the very least hoisting her skirt up to allow me access. Guys have it easy, I realize, and on the colder days I have to admit all I did was unzip!

Spot Number One: an abandoned shack just below a small dam. Dusty, cracked window panes and a door hanging off its hinges. Inside, an ancient wood stove, a creaky cot with a thin mattress, and the detritus of a hundred teen couples passing through-beer cans and condom wrappers, snack food bags and cigarette butts. It smelled permanently damp in the spring, but it offered unparalleled privacy and shelter from the wind.

The first time Des parked her car at the edge of a twisty back road, I thought we were headed into the woods as usual. She slung her backpack over one shoulder and slipped between two mountain laurel bushes without a word. I followed, and saw to my surprise a real path twisting through the shrubs and trees. After a hundred yards, I could hear the river. Another fifty yards and the structure came into view. Des pulled the door open and propped it carefully as if it were her own summer house. Then her preparations became obvious!

From the backpack, she pulled a rolled up afghan and covered the cot. A bottle of water and a bottle of Wild Turkey (her favorite) were placed on the rickety table. Finally, she extracted a carved wooden stash box and a matching bowl. With a smile, she packed it full and we shared it peacefully while she told me the history of the place.

Sitting cross-legged on one end of the cot to keep it from sagging, she said this had been the foreman's office when the dam was built during the Depression. Since then, different people used it for different things, but it was always available, and most people tried to keep it somewhat clean. She went on to say that her old boyfriend Chris heard about it from his older cousin and they used to come down when it was warmer to swim and get high.

"It's a little cold for swimming still," she said sadly, "but I totally want to put my feet in the water!"

I was toasted enough to play along, and I kicked off my sneakers and socks and rolled my jeans up over my calf muscles. Des led me along the path to the water through a grove of birch saplings just starting to bud. She carried the Wild Turkey and I brought the water bottle. At the bank's edge, we sat on tree roots and eased our feet into the water. It was bitingly cold-of course-but my feet soon went numb, and we alternated sips of whiskey and water, enjoying the sunlight and the gentle buzz and the quiet chuckling of the river over smooth stones.

As she lay back on her elbows, Desiree's full tits were pushed forward. My eyes traced the lush contours with growing hunger. She caught me looking and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Wanna see 'em?" she asked indulgently.

"Always!" I assured her.

She pushed her jacket back behind her, then lay back on it and teasingly raised the hem of her wide-necked T-shirt an inch at a time. As soon as it went above the waistband of her skirt, I leaned across and kissed the soft skin of her belly. I followed the hem upward until she paused just below her tits, kissing every exposed inch. She drew it snug against herself, pulling her tits up for a moment. When she lifted her hands, those pale, lovely globes came proudly into view, nipples already crinkling in the cold air.

I reached across her body and cupped the underside of her tit, savoring its heft while my thumb grazed back and forth across her nipple. The one closer to me got my full attention, though, as I sucked her whole areola into my mouth, then let it go and focused on her nipple, sucking hard, letting it snap back into the air, and then leaning down to bite it gently with my front teeth. She moaned happily and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Do the other side!" she urged, and I quickly moved enough to comply. As I settled into my work, I felt her hands move away from my head. Her right hand went down to my crotch and started stroking my cock as it lay stiffening along my thigh, trapped by thick denim. Her left hand, though, disappeared under the waistband of her skirt. As I sucked hard on her nipple, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes against the bright sunlight, and hummed. I knew that was her happy sound, and I knew it meant that her fingers were doing their best to stimulate her cunt while I worked on her magnificent tits.

One great thing about Desiree-she was always quick to orgasm. The combined feelings of her fingers on her clit and my tongue and teeth on her nipples was pushing her quickly toward an explosion. She pulled her feet out of the water and braced them just below her ass, then began to thrust her hips upward every few seconds. I kept doing what I was doing, knowing she'd be horny as hell once she got off. The tell-tale motion of her hips was followed quickly by deep, rasping breaths and trembling in her core. I watched her face as it changed from concentration to approaching bliss-her back arching and a stream of whispered "yes, yes, yes, " escaping her lips.

Her orgasm hit all at once, and her body jerked upward halfway. She grabbed me and held me tightly while she shuddered, and I could feel each wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As it subsided, I kissed her face and whispered endearments. Slowly, her body eased back until she was lying flat on her jacket again, panting contentedly.

"God, that was so good!" she exclaimed.

I kissed her in response, not really able to take credit since she had done most of the work.

"Seems like you really needed that," I said to her.

"It's just being outside again, it always makes me so happy and so horny!"

"I know-that's what I love about you!"

"Love?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"You heard me. I love you. And, I love how horny you get!"

I leaned over again to kiss after that, and for a long, peaceful moment we lay there in the sun lost in that all-encompassing high school kind of love.

Fortunately for me, Des was also creatively helpful when she knew that I was horny as well. When I broke the kiss to toy with her nipples again, inspiration struck. She pushed her tits together and smiled at me invitingly.

"Since you were so nice to them, they want to say "thank you"," she said. "Why don't you come up here and show me how much you love them, too?"

Now that was an invitation worth stripping down for! I kicked off my jeans and straddled her waist, then moved myself forward until my cock lay in the ample valley of her cleavage. Des reached under my leg and rubbed her cunt, gathering its lubrication and then spreading it all over my shaft as it poked out of my boxers. That was enough to get me started, and I began sliding the sensitive underside along her silky skin.

"Move up a little," she urged me, matching her words with a tug on my ass.

I did what she asked, and at the top of my next stroke, she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around it and bathing it with her saliva for a few seconds. Then she directed me back to her cleavage and reached up to push her tits more tightly together.

"Fuck my tits now, I want you to cum just like this and let me taste it!"

How could I refuse? Turned on by her erotic display a few minutes ago, and equally aroused by the sight and sensation of her firm globes enveloping me, I knew it wouldn't take long. I braced my hands up beside her head and stroked full length, leaking enough precum now to make the channel I was enjoying even slicker. Every few pumps, Des would bow her head forward and swipe her tongue along my crown as it emerged.

When I felt the cum rising inside me, I buried myself between her luscious tits and fucked them with short, frantic strokes. Des wrapped her tits even tighter and murmured encouragement as I drove myself toward my reward.

"Yes, yes, do it, fuck my tits, fuck them, cum for me, cum for me!"

Gentleman that I am, I did as she asked. The first spurt leapt from my cock and hit her on the chin. Her hands flew to my ass and pulled me closer, and she wrapped her lips around my cock once again, sucking hard with every pulsation, swallowing every drop as it emerged. When I had no more to give, her suction eased and she swirled her tongue around and around the head, almost purring with satisfaction. She kept it up until my cock began to soften in her mouth.

Conscious of myself towering over her all of a sudden, I rolled back on my side, leaning on one elbow to catch my breath. Des reached to the other side and grabbed the bottle. With a smile, she took a sip of Wild Turkey and held it for a moment, looking right into my eyes. Then she swallowed it down, smiled contentedly, and passed the bottle to me.

"Ah, best chaser in the world!" she said happily.

"You're a nut, and I love you!" I said, taking a sip of my own.

"I love you, too" she replied.

To be continued in part 2, By outdoorhorny for Literotica.

Becky Is Not A Chaperone.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

I continued for another hour and a half before finally calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor -- definite progress.

"Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.

"Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already out."

"Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."

I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky were coming down in the opposite direction.

"Becky is just going home to get ready for tonight."

"Oh, okay. See you again, Becky," I said, then turning to Madison, "I'm just going to have a quick shower, and I'll be right with you."

"Okay, I'll be up in a sec."

I left them at the foot of the stairs as I went to take a shower.

After around ten minutes, I left the bathroom and went to Madison's bedroom to get changed.

Madison was sitting on her bed, flicking through her phone, when I walked in.

"Hey babe," I said before closing the door behind me.

"Oh hey, do you have a minute?"

"For you, always."

I sat down on the side of the bed, my towel tucked around my waist.

"Is everything okay?" I then asked.

"Yeah, all is good. I just wanted to ask you something. Well, it's more of a favor, really."

"Okay! This is sounding ominous."

"Well, remember I said Becky was feeling a bit down."

"Yes."

"Well, I didn't fully explain her situation. If I tell you, you have to promise not to breathe a word to anyone."

"Okay, I promise."

She took a deep breath.

"God, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

"Tell me what?" I urged.

"Well, she hates the fact she's still a virgin. Like, really hates it, and she doesn't want to, in her words, be the only one in the entire year that hasn't been laid yet."

"Okay," I said, wondering where she was going with this.

"In her head, it's like being the last one to be picked in Phys Ed. The one no one really wants on their team. It's really affecting her self-esteem."

That, I could relate to. It was never a nice feeling to be picked last. In fact, at that point, you're not even picked; you're what they're left with.

"Okay... so if she's that desperate, I'm sure someone will oblige."

"That's the problem. She can't find anyone she likes, and on top of that, she doesn't want to come across as desperate in case someone takes advantage or accuses her of being a slut for throwing herself at guys."

"Huh, quite the dilemma Becky has. But why are you telling me all this?"

"You know how you said I was a good friend."

"Yes," I replied.

"Well, we were talking, and I might have mentioned how we started off, and how great the sex is."

"Okay," I said still waiting for Madison, to get to the point.

"Oh, fuck it, I'll just come out and say it. Will you take Becky's virginity?"

"Um, what now?" I said completely dumbfounded by what she just said.

"Will you have sex with Becky? This one time, as a favor for me."

"Me? Do you realize, what you're asking?"

"I do, and I thought about it, and I know this is a big ask, it's just, this sort of makes sense, plus we can be discreet about it."

"A big ask! You're asking me to sleep with another woman, how can you be so cool about this?"

"She's my best friend, you're my boyfriend, I trust you both explicitly. Besides, someone who is as good as you at sex - it would be mean to keep you all to myself," she said trying to appeal to my ego.

"And what would you be doing, while all this was going on?"

"I don't know, what would you like me to be doing?"

I took a moment to think about it.

"Can you get involved?"

"What, like a threesome?" she replied.

"Yeah, a threesome makes much more sense to me. A one-on-one with Becky would just feel like cheating on you, and I'm not comfortable with that."

Madison started to come around to my suggestion.

"Okay, I can do that, but the main focus has to be on Becky, though."

"I'd rather focus on you."

"I know, babe, but she really needs this."

"And this isn't some elaborate joke or test designed to trap boyfriends?"

"Nope."

"Still, I don't know about this," I replied, still feeling skeptical about the whole thing.

Madison then sloped off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling in front of me, looking up at me.

"How about..." she began to say, then moving her hand beneath my towel, up my leg and running her fingers along the head of my cock.

"I convince you."

I looked down at her eager face, as my cock twitched from her touch.

"Okay, okay, but it's still a big ask." I replied.

"Hmm, okay, how about this? You do this for me, and I'll let you try that thing we talked about the other day."

"Wait, seriously?" I said, my face lighting up.

"Uh huh."

Madison and I had talked on and off about trying anal for a while, but I couldn't quite get her to try it. Her ass was simply too amazing to ignore, and something I had fantasized about for a while now.

"Fine, I'll do it, but I'm doing this for you okay, not Becky."

"Thanks Ad, you're the best boyfriend ever. I better call Becky and let her know the good news.

Madison tried to get to her feet, when I coughed to get her attention. She turned to look at me and I motioned with my eyes downwards.

"Oh right, sorry. I'm sure Becky can wait a few more minutes."

Madison untucked the towel from my waist and opened it. I had already started to get hard, just thinking about what Madison had offered me.

She grabbed my cock and started to slowly jerk it, my cock continuing to harden in her soft hand. Teasingly, she licked the underside of my now swollen cock, then began planting kisses along the side until she reached the tip. It was then she took me in her mouth.

God this felt so good, the feel of her lips, the warm, wet embrace of her mouth, the way she moved her tongue and swirled it around my head.

Madison's head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm now.

As my mind drifted away in a sea of bliss, it suddenly dawned on me, that I'd actually be having a threesome with my girlfriend and her best friend. Isn't this what every boy dreams of? I had only ever had sex with one person and now Madison was offering Becky up on a plate.

Fuck me this was crazy, but then again it was crazy when Madison and I hooked up the first time and look at us now.

As I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, I tapped the top of Madison's head as a courtesy to warn her what was coming.

She continued to go at, until I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried out as quietly as I could as not to alert her parents. Madison continued to work my cock as I came, her lips securely locked around my cock, until I finished completely.

Madison took a moment to swallow, before speaking.

"Okay, so are we good now?" She said with a cute little smile, then proceeding to dab the corners of her mouth with my towel, almost as if she had just finished a delicious meal at a fancy restaurant.

At this point, I would happily have given her all my vital organs had she asked for them.

"Yes, we're good." I said exhaling deeply.

"Cool."

I had to give it to Madison, she certainly was prepared to go the extra mile for her friends.

I helped her get to her feet, by offering her my hand.

"Damn!"

"What is it?" I replied.

"I'm kind of in the mood now."

"Well, you're going to have to give me at least ten minutes."

She then sighed as she thought of another blocker.

"We can't," she said somewhat disappointed. "My parents are downstairs. Rain check?"

"Definitely. Here, why don't you call Becky." I said, handing over her phone.

Madison took the phone from my hand, then swooped in for a quick kiss.

"Thanks babe."

Unlocking her phone, she went to her contacts and tapped on Becky's name. She waited a moment, then Becky answered.

Once again I was left to hear only one half of the conversation.

"Hey Girl, I just spoke to Adam, and we are a go."

I could hear Becky's excited scream through the phone.

"Uh huh, yeah, I know."

"He does have one condition though. How do you feel about it being a threesome?"

"Of course with me, silly. I'm not just rounding up people for you to have sex with. I'm not some sort of madam, although I do like the sound of that."

"Yeah! Madam Madison," she said laughing down the phone, "it has a certain ring to it."

"Uh huh, I know. It'll be like that time in summer camp remember, except a lot naughtier."

I could hear them both laughing now. I however, had to make a mental note to come back to that one.

"Anyway, I'll leave you to prepare, and I'll see you tonight. Later Becks."

Madison hung up and then looked at me.

"Guess we're having a threesome then."

"Well, there's a sentence I'd never thought I'd hear." I replied, still somewhat in disbelief.

"So, what's the plan exactly?" I added.

"Becky's coming round at 8pm for the quote, unquote sleep over."

"And what about me, there's no way your dad is going to let me stay after dark."

"Well, what he doesn't know won't harm him, will it. It's date night tonight, so he's taking mom out, so they'll be gone for a while."

"And then?"

"Then the fun starts." She said with a mischievous smile.

Madison appeared to be well up for this.

I carried on getting dressed, thinking about the threesome. How does it work exactly? Who does what? I can only cum once at the end of the day. Although, I guess I'd have to save that for Becky in this instance.

I had to get going and I could see on Madison's face, that she was deep in planning mode, so now was a good time to leave her to it.

"I'll be off then," I announced.

"Okay babe, I'll see you...." she kissed me on the lips, "and you, later," she continued, grabbing my crotch.

"I'm probably going to go to Becky's now and give her a hand."

I turned my wrist to look at my watch.

"You've got like eight hours, babe."

"I know, but it's a gonna be a big night for her, and us girls need time to prepare."

"Well, I'll leave you to it. Just message me when it's safe to come over."

I left Madison to it and went downstairs, making sure to say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

On the walk home, I wondered if there was anything I could do to prepare for tonight, wondering if I should look at some 'tutorials' on the internet perhaps.

I also started to think about Becky, and how I was going to see her naked for the first time, and she was going to see me.

I'd never really thought about her in any kind of sexual way before. I only had eyes for Madison. I mean, sure, she was a pretty girl, but she didn't have the same oomph as Madison. It was literally the thought of Madison that got me up in the morning, if you catch my drift.

As I got home, I was feeling a bit hungry, so headed into the kitchen.

My mom was at the sink doing the dishes.

"Hey mom," I said sitting myself down on the stool by the breakfast bar.

"Oh hey Adam, are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich."

"Yes, please."

My mom finished the last of the dishes and dried her hands on the towel.

"So, how's your day been, so far?" she asked, grabbing the sandwich meats from the fridge and then bread from the bread bin.

"It's been okay."

"Are you sure? you seem a bit distant."

"Something on your mind, son? Do you want to talk about it?"

"God no," I blurted out rather abruptly.

My mom was taken aback by my bluntness, so I quickly apologized.

"Sorry mom, I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm fine really."

My mom finished making the sandwich and handed me the plate.

"Is it about, you know S E X?" She said spelling it out.

"Because if it is, I can get your father."

She took a deep breath, ready to shout out my dad's name, when I quickly cut her off.

"Mom! it's not about that. Shush! No need to call dad."

"Well, if you're sure. You know you can always talk to us about anything."

While I appreciated her offer, there was no way I was talking this one out with her or my dad.

"Honestly, I'm fine mom. No need to worry. I'm going to take my sandwich up to my room."

"Okay dear, don't forget to bring the plate down afterwards. I'll see you later."

As I carried my sandwich upstairs, I couldn't help but think how remarkably accurate my mom's instincts were. I guess mother's really do know best.

I sat on my bed and took a big bite out of my sandwich. As I chewed, I tried to visualize what it would be like in my head.

I thought about Madison and her rocking body, kneeling on the bed. Then I added Becky next to her, not sure what she looked like naked, so I had to improvise.

Then the idea of the pillow fight popped into my head, the two girls bouncing up and down on the bed in slow motion, hitting each other with pillows, with an explosion of feathers everywhere, and jiggling, so much jiggling.

I found myself smiling at the thought of it, this was shaping up to be quite a good fantasy I thought to myself.

Before I knew it, the sandwich was finished, and I had just eased back on to my pillow. I'll just sit back and picture it some more, I thought.

In mere moments, I had fallen asleep. The yard work must have really taken it out of me, as when I woke up it was 7pm.

Feeling a bit groggy, I decided to have a shower to wake me up.

With the shower done, I found myself waiting for the call. I suddenly started to get very anxious about it. Talking about it was one thing, but actually going through with it was another.

I needed a distraction to stop me from overthinking it, so I decided to play one of the games on my Xbox. Just as I was getting into it, my phone chimed. It was a message from Madison.

I paused the game and looked at my phone.

From: Mads

"They've just left, you can come over now xx"

This was it, time to shine, I thought.

I turned the console off, put my trainers on and headed out the door, yelling "I'm going out, be back later," as I left.

As I made my way to Madison's I could feel my nerves kicking in. I hadn't felt like this, since the early days with Madison. Now, it wasn't one girl I had to worry about pleasing but two.

As Madison said to Becky on the phone, this was so wild. I mean a threesome, me? I never thought stuff like this would happen to a guy like me.

Madison's front door was now mere feet away. I slowly approached, mentally psyching myself up and then knocked on her door.

Within seconds, Madison had answered, she was wearing her fluffy pink dressing gown.

"Hey babe," she greeted, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Hey."

"Becky's upstairs; do you want a drink before we go up?"

"Sure, thanks."

I followed Madison into the kitchen.

"So, this is it? Our first threesome," I said, as she grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

"I know, crazy right. But don't forget the focus of tonight is Becky, you and I will have plenty of opportunities for a one on one, so don't worry about me so much, okay?"

She filled the glass with water and handed it to me.

"You're the boss."

I gulped the water down quickly, something that Madison picked up on.

"You're not nervous, are you?"

"A little," I replied, and put the empty glass on the counter.

"Don't worry about it, I'll make sure you're properly taken care of," she said smiling.

She gently pushed me against the kitchen unit and leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my waist; we kissed.

"Now, come on stud, Becky must be wondering where we are."

Madison grabbed my hand and lead me back through the house and up the stairs to her room.

As we entered, Becky, also in a dressing gown, was sitting on the bed. She got up as soon as she saw us.

"Hey Becky,"

"Hey Adam, I... I just wanted to say thank you for agreeing to do this. I know you and Mads love each other very much and this was a big ask on my part, but thank you, you don't know how much I need this."

"Thank Madison, really, she's the one who did a very good job convincing me."

Madison playfully nudged me as she walked to the other side of the bed.

There was a brief silence as we all looked at each other, wondering how we were going to start this, when Becky remembered something and broke the silence.

"Oh, before I forget. I wasn't quite sure what would happen tonight, or what you two were into, so I did a bit of research on the internet and brought a few things with me. I hope you don't mind."

She walked to the corner of the room and picked up a nondescript carrier bag. Then walking back, she proceeded to empty the contents of the bag on to the bed.

"Holy crap Beck's," Madison blurted out.

On the bed in front of us, was a blindfold, a pair of hand cuffs, a couple of bottles of sensual massage oils, a medium sized purple vibrator and a box of condoms.

"I didn't know... um, how big you were Adam, so I hope these are okay?" Becky said pointing to the condoms.

"They should be fine." I replied, looking at the box.

"After you left Mads, I went into that new lingerie shop in the mall. They had a whole section of this stuff at the back, so I grabbed all this lot."

Madison and I looked at each other, then both looked back at Becky.

"Wow Becky, you really went all out."

Madison, picked up the massage oil, flicked open the cap and sniffed. Her face showing, she approved of the scent.

"Well, they say you never forget your first time, so I wanted to make sure mine was unforgettable."

There was no chance of forgetting this, that's for sure, I thought to myself.

We all stood there, just looking at the pile of sex aids on the bed, waiting for someone to make the first move.

"Okay then, shall we do this?" Madison suggested, with a hint of excitement in her voice.

I think Becky and I were looking for someone to take the lead and it looks like Madison just volunteered.

"Well, I think to start with, one of us is wearing way too many clothes." Madison announced as both her and Becky looked in my direction.

"What about you two? With your dressing gowns on," I said defensively, even though I knew I would need to get naked.

The two girls turned to face each other and smiled, they both unfastened their belts, and dropped their gowns to the floor, in what looked like a perfectly synced move.

My eyes didn't know where to look first. On either side of the bed was a naked girl, standing there looking back at me.

"Oh boy, guess I am overdressed."

The girls laughed.

As I stepped on the heels of my trainers to take them off, I sensed both girls' eyes on me. A mix of nerves and excitement surged through me as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Moving on to my jeans, I undid the top button and smoothly slid the zipper down before opening the waistband corners and tugging my jeans down my legs. Lifting each leg slightly, I grabbed the cuffs and pulled them off.

I stood up straight again, left with only my red boxer briefs. Taking a brief look at each girl, I decided to get on with it, treating it like ripping off a Band-Aid. Without hesitation, I dropped my underwear to the floor.

It was done. The three of us stood there, completely naked, our eyes exploring each other's bodies.

Of course, for Madison, it was nothing new, but for Becky, it was an entirely new experience. I could see the hunger in her eyes as they roamed over my body.

"Shall we all get on the bed?" Madison proposed, tapping the top of the bed.

We each clambered onto Madison's bed, now within touching distance of one another. You could feel something building between us all.

We continued to look at each other, our eyes doing what our bodies were hesitant to do. I couldn't help but compare the differences between the two girls. Madison's breasts were slightly larger and fuller, whereas Becky's were smaller but pert. Becky had also opted for the completely shaved look between her legs, whereas Madison liked to keep it trimmed.

We needed an ice breaker, something to relax us all. I don't know why it popped into my head at that moment, but it was worth a go.

"Can I ask you girls something?"

"Sure," they both said.

"When you were both on the phone to each other earlier today, I heard Madison mention something about summer camp. What happened at summer camp exactly?"

The girls looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Should we tell him?" Madison asked Becky.

"Yeah, go on then." Becky replied.

"Okay, well there was this girl right, oh what was her name Beck's?"

They both thought about it for a moment, then remembered her name at the same time.

"Lindsey Schaffer!" they shouted out and started laughing again.

"Well anyway, it was late, and Becky and I were still chatting when we caught Lindsey practicing kissing with her hand--you know, that thing people do. She was really into it, and Becky and I just kept watching."

She illustrated with her hand to show me.

"So anyway, she caught us staring at her and got all embarrassed. It turns out, a boy had asked her out, and she didn't have any experience in kissing, so she was getting all worked up about it."

"Being the good Samaritans that we were, we offered to help her out. The next thing we knew, both Becky and I were taking turns kissing Lindsey, and then each other--really going at it, tongues and everything."

"Turns out, she had nothing to worry about. She was a really good kisser, wasn't she, Mads?" Becky added.

"She was, and if I remember correctly, she wasn't the only one," Madison said, looking at Becky.

"Madison, you're embarrassing me in front of Adam."

"What? You're a good kisser, though."

The icebreaker seemed to have worked, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed now.

"I'm having a hard time visualizing it, sorry. Perhaps you could show me? I said jokingly.

The two girls looked at each other, both clearly up for it.

"Okay, if that'll help us get started," Madison replied.

I sat on my knees at the foot of the bed, as the two girls moved closer to each other, their bodies eventually touching. I watched with bated breath, as Madison's breasts squashed against Becky's as they embraced. Their kiss was a long and passionate one. Their hands slowly drifting towards each other's hips. They were not holding back, that's for sure.

This was so hot; I could feel my cock begin to twitch and slowly lift from my body.

The girls paused their kissing for a moment.

"Did you want to join us?" Becky asked coyly.

I sat upright and crawled closer to the girls, feeling the warmth of their bodies. I could have gotten even closer if not for the assortment of toys Becky had brought between us.

Madison reached over and grabbed the side of my face with one hand and Becky's with the other. Turning to face me, she pulled my face closer and kissed me, before turning to do the same with Becky.

As Madison pulled away, Becky ran her tongue along her lips as if tasting the kiss. She then looked directly into my eyes, her head drifting closer to me as we eventually kissed.

When her lips finally landed against mine, they felt similar yet different from Madison's. I felt her tongue gently flick against mine; it felt nice. Madison was right--she was a good kisser.

After we all shared a round of kisses, we found ourselves in a huddle. Our attention soon shifted downwards, to all the things Becky had brought with her, or at least that's what I thought the girls were looking at.

"It's so big now," Becky commented, biting her bottom lip.

"I know, wait til you try it though," Madison replied.

"Can I touch it, Adam?" Becky asked.

I nodded my head, and Becky reached out and gripped my shaft, wrapping her fingers around it and squeezing gently.

"It feels so hard, will it hurt?" Becky asked Madison.

"It will at first, but I promise you it will pass, and you'll enjoy it. Besides Adam will be gentle, won't you?"

"I'll go nice and slow, don't worry about it." I replied, reassuring her.

Becky looked relieved.

"I guess we should try some of this stuff out then," I said, picking up the handcuffs and holding them up to the girls.

"Which one of you wants to go first?" I asked.

"Becky as this is your first time, I think you should go first." Madison suggested.

"Well, if you're sure." Becky replied excitedly.

"Right, Ad, you move this stuff out of the way, and Beck's, you lie down in the middle by here."

Becky and I followed Madison's instructions.

"Adam, why don't you use the handcuffs on Becky and maybe thread them through the rails on the headboard. Does that sound alright with you, Beck's?"

Becky nodded, and I grabbed the pair of handcuffs.

As I leaned over her, Becky smiled then winked at me as she raised her arms above her head and held her wrists together, essentially submitting to me. The only way I could think of attaching them was to straddle the upper part of Becky's body.

"Excuse me, I just need to..."

I climbed on top of Becky, my knees just tucking in alongside each one of her breasts. I leaned forward to reach her arms, while my cock hovered above her face. I fastened one of the cuffs to her wrist, then thread the other one through the headboard rail.

I looked down at Becky's face, her eyes crossed as they tried to focus on my cock looming above her face.

"Sorry, I probably should have started with the blindfold." I said smiling.

"I'm not complaining."

I attached the cuff to the remaining wrist so both Becky's hands were secured and held above her head.

"Is that okay? They're not too tight, are they?" I asked.

"No, they're good, thanks." She replied, gently pulling at them.

"Pass me the blindfold Ad," Madison then asked.

I carefully climbed off Becky and passed the blindfold to Madison.

"You okay with all of this Becky? If you want to do this another way, just ask, okay, babe."

"I want to try everything, besides, I think I like being tied up like this."

"Kinky!" I remarked.

Madison placed the blindfold over Becky's eyes and gently lifted her head for the strap to go on.

Becky was now handcuffed and blindfolded.

I looked her naked body up and down, then I could see Madison looking at me as I did. I immediately felt a pang of guilt for admiring Becky's body, and it must have shown in my face.

"It's okay, you can look and touch, this was my idea remember?" Madison said reassuring me. She then leaned across and we kissed again.

"We're going to use the oils now, okay Beck's."

"Okay, oil me up, baby," she responded.

I handed the bottle to Madison, and she squeezed some into her hand, then held the bottle up to squeeze some into mine.

She put the bottle down and rubbed her hands together. I copied her.

"I'll do this side; you do that one."

I nodded in agreement and we both placed our oiled hands near each of Becky's ankles and began massaging her legs, slowly working our way upwards.

"How does this feel?" Madison asked.

"It feels so good you guys."

We had now reached Becky's thighs and were inching closer and closer to her mound. Becky's body started to react as our combined hands inched their way up her inside legs. Her body started to squirm a little as our fingertips flirted with her most intimate of areas.

My hands were closest, and I looked at Madison for her approval. She simply nodded at me, and I brushed my hand over her sex.

Becky gasped at my touch.

Madison continued to work her way up Becky's body, while I knew what I'd be doing.

Her hairless mound made it easy for my hands to glide over. I slid my middle finger flat against her opening, slowly rubbing it.

Becky bit her bottom lip and started to moan. Madison looked back at me to see what I was doing, while continuing to massage Becky's breasts with her hands.

She looked at me then smiled. I have to admit it, this was pretty hot. My cock ached at this point, it was so hard.

I continued to toy with Becky, my fingers dancing along her entrance. The combination of the oil and her wetness made it effortless.

I pushed my main finger inside her and Becky's knees jolted upright. I rubbed her clit, circling it with the tip of my finger, then flicking the underside of it. That, coupled with, what I could now see was Madison playing with Becky's nipples, was driving Becky insane, her moaning was louder, and her body continued to writhe in pleasure.

Seeing and hearing Becky like this must have definitely turned Madison on, as one of her hands was now firmly between her legs and she was rubbing herself. She caught me watching her and angled her body towards me, so I could see better.

It was then I had an idea.

"Why don't you lie down here next to me, opposite Becky." I suggested.

Madison positioned herself as instructed. I had her lying to the left of me and Becky to the right, with myself wedged between them.

With my left hand, I took over from Madison and started rubbing between her legs, and with my right I continued between Becky's.

I had both girls moaning in unison now, as I watched over them like a master of pleasure. Seeing their beautiful naked bodies twist and turn as my fingers brought them to the brink of ecstasy.

My cock hardened to painful proportions, from the experience of having these two girls, literally being putty in my hands.

I looked to my right, Becky with her body glistening with oil and her mound slick and swollen with excitement. I knew I had to take care of her soon, but at the same time, I didn't want to neglect Madison too much.

I looked back at Madison and smiled, she had such a look of satisfaction on her now flush face.

"Becky, are you ready for Adam?" Madison asked.

"Umm, I'm ready. So ready."

Madison looked back at me and tilted her head sideward as a signal to go for it.

"Do you want the blindfold on or off for this bit Becky?" I asked.

"Ooh, on please."

I grabbed the box of condoms and opened it, removing one of the square foil packets and discarded the box. I bit into the side and tore it off with my teeth and removed the circular latex and rolled it on to my cock. Madison stroking my thigh as I did.

I positioned myself between Becky's oily legs, looking over at Madison for that one final nod of approval before proceeding.

Giving me a beaming smile, I had it, but before I started, I grabbed the purple vibrator and handed it to her. She took it from my hand.

I then turned my attention to Becky.

I lowered my body on top of hers, but held it above her, as if doing a press up. My cock lining up against her mound. I teased her with the tip of my cock, sliding it up and down, up and down.

The sound of buzzing could suddenly be heard as Madison turned the vibrator on, mimicking what I was doing to Becky.

I lowered my hips first; my lower body pushing down on top of Becky. I entered her with ease, she was so wet.

She let out a cry.

"Oh, oh god!"

Her breathing was getting heavier now. I slid back and pushed in again, only halfway in.

I could see the discomfort in Becky's face.

"Are you okay Becky?"

"It hurts," she whimpered.

I could feel her body tense and resist me, while her excitement made her clit hard.

After a few gentle thrusts, the resistance passed, and her body welcomed me in.

She clutched on to the rails of the headboard and screamed with pleasure as I penetrated her. She was a lot more vocal than Madison.

I continued to thrust, every so often grinding myself against her.

Madison was moaning too, the vibrator firmly ensconced between her legs now, penetrating herself.

I picked up my speed, Becky's encouragement egging me on.

"Umm, yes, yes, oh, oh, faster, Adam, faster."

As I increased my rhythm, it started to sound like she was crying, I was starting to get concerned until I saw the look on her face. She was definitely not upset.

Becky tried to wrap her legs around me and pull me closer, but her legs were so well oiled they kept slipping down the back of my legs.

I decided to meet her halfway. I scooped up her legs, resting them upright against my chest, so her feet were up in the air near my shoulders, and I pushed forward, deeper into her and continued my thrusting.

As I did, Becky hit a pitch so high, that I'm sure all the dogs in the neighborhood suddenly took note.

Becky's whole body shook, the sound of the metal handcuffs rankled against the metal rails of the headboard as she desperately tried to cope with the orgasm coursing its way through her entire body.

Her writhing hips were enough to tip me over the edge. It was my turn to make noise now, I grunted as I came inside of her.

I quickly looked over to Madison, she wasn't far behind us in our cascade of climax. Her knees swung together as she quickly closed her legs, lifting her hips off the bed, as the vibrator brought her to orgasm. Her face a picture of silent screaming as she came.

Her body then relaxed and slumped back on to the bed. She turned the vibrator off, the only noise was that of everyone’s post orgasm breathing.

I carefully withdrew from Becky and shuffled off the bed to dispose of the now very full condom.

As I was doing that, Madison removed Becky's handcuffs, her wrists slightly marked from when she struggled during her orgasm. With her hands now free, Becky took off her blindfold.

"Oh my god, you guys. I think I just died and went to heaven. I have NEVER in my life, experienced anything that felt that good. EVER," she gushed.

"I told you he was good," Madison said, then looked over to me and winked.

"You are one lucky girl Madison Taylor, that's for sure," Becky continued to enthuse.

I handed each of them tissues, in case they needed them.

"So, it was okay then?" I asked.

"Okay? I'm still trying to uncurl my toes." She said laughing.

"I mean, oh my god girl, how do you even leave the bedroom every day. Is it always this good?" She said to Madison.

"Pretty much, although I think we may have to add the oils and hand cuffs to our repertoire."

The girls created a gap for me between them on the bed and I wedged myself between them. We all laid in silence for a few moments, savoring the moment and staring up at the ceiling.

"So, Becky, how does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?" Madison asked.

"It feels amazing, it was amazing, Adam was amazing. It was all amazing!"

"Well, glad we could help you out, right Mads?" I added.

"Absolutely! In fact, I would even go as far saying, maybe this shouldn't be a one-time thing. What do you reckon?"

"I'm game," Becky replied enthusiastically.

"That is, if Adam wants to, that is," she quickly added.

"Well, I may need some convincing," I said jokingly, lifting my arms and clasping my hands behind my head.

The girls used the opening, to move their heads closer and spontaneously kissed me on either side of my cheeks.

"I think we can do that, can't we, Becky?"

"Oh yes, definitely."

Madison then glanced over to her alarm clock.

"But not tonight sorry, my parents will be coming home soon, and you know my dad better not find you here."

"Aww! Can I stay a little longer?" I pleaded.

"Sorry babe," Madison replied, placing her hand on my chest and kissing me again.

"I'll leave you guys to say your goodbyes. Is it okay if I use your shower Mads? I think I need to get this oil off me, before it stains anything."

"Of course."

Becky got up from the bed, holding her chest and left the room, leaving Madison and I alone on the bed. I turned to my side to face her, and she did the same.

"Thanks again for doing this for Becky. I really appreciate it. I know my request was um... an unusual one."

"You know I'd do anything for you Madison, you're my girl."

She leaned over and kissed me.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

I draped my arm over her and in one slick move rolled her on top of me.

"Don't tell me you can go again already?"

"Oh, I think I can rise to the occasion."

"You did not just say that." Madison said laughing at my cheesy remark.

"Besides, I can't exactly leave you high and dry now, can I?"

"Who said anything about being dry?" She replied smirking and raising one eyebrow.

Madison sat upright on top of me and began to grind against me, proving her point.

I lifted my hands to support her and she inter-locked her fingers with mine.

"Do you know how hot it was watching you fuck Becky? And when you were fingering us both at the same time. I'm getting wetter just thinking about it," She added, grinding a bit faster now.

I could feel my cock getting hard again under her.

"Umm, there he is!" She called out, as my hardening cock slipped between the lips of her mound.

"Tell you what, it's not quite anal, but I'll give you something to look at."

She clambered off me, turning herself around and then climbed back on, with her back facing me.

"How about a bit of reverse cow-girl?"

"Now we're talking."

Madison slipped her hand between her legs and pushed me inside of her. I grabbed on to her perfect ass, as she began to ride me.

Fuck, did she know how to work me.

She leaned forward, and propped her hands on my knees, sliding backwards and forwards. I could see my cock appearing and disappearing inside of her.

She soon shifted back to a seated position, and continued to rock on my lap.

Just as she was finding her rhythm, Becky opened the bedroom door.

"Madison, do you have any more towels, Oh shit, sorry, I didn't realize you two were at it. I'll wait outside if you want."

"It's okay Becky," Madison replied, slightly out of breath.

"They're in the... in the... oh god, oh god, Umm."

Unable to finish her sentence, she simply pointed to the wardrobe.

Becky walked slowly across the room to the wardrobe, her eyes fixed on us, wearing a massive grin, while Madison continued to ride me.

"Ride ‘em cowboy! Woo!" Becky jokingly cried out.

"Yee Ha!" Madison yelled back, waving her arm in the air, like the riders do at the rodeo, all the while laughing.

"Ride that cock girl, yeah!" Becky continued to encourage.

"Becky!" I shouted out laughing.

"Sorry, I'm going, I'm going."

Becky left the room once more, and as soon as the door closed behind her Madison and I climaxed together.

"Fuck!" I cried out, holding tightly on to Madison's hips as if there were a possibility she'd float away.

Madison ran her hands through her hair and exhaled deeply.

"Oh my god, that was intense."

Madison climbed off and fell beside me.

"Now, that's definitely the last one, okay. You better get dressed, because if you're not by the time Becky gets out of the shower, she'll be the one riding you next."

"I better get dressed then, my cock will fall off at this rate."

I gave Madison a quick peck on the cheek and sat up, turning to get off the bed. As I stood up, I turned around, and took another look at Madison. Her body glistened with sweat under the soft hue of the bedroom light.

"What?" She asked.

"Just admiring the view, that's all. I could stare at you all day."

"You know how to make a girl feel good about herself, don't you?"

I picked up my clothes and started to get dressed. By the time I had put my trainers back on, Becky entered the room, this time wrapped in a towel. She walked past me and sat down on the bed next to Madison.

"So, you off then?" Becky asked.

"Yep. I'm afraid so."

"That's a shame, I would have loved a turn in the saddle," she said with a cheeky wink.

"Another time, Beck's."

"So, what have you girls got planned for the rest of the night?"

"Oh, we'll probably have that pillow fight we told you about, isn't it Beck's?" Madison joked.

"Oh yeah! and perhaps practice our kissing again."

"Girls, girls, what are you doing to me!" I cried out.

They both laughed out loud.

"Don't worry, you can join us next time okay. We promise."

"I'm going to hold you to that."

With that, I said my final goodbyes and left them to it, letting myself out.

As I closed the front door behind me, the reality of my evening kicked in. Not only did I have sex in front of someone, but I also had my very first threesome, and what an experience that turned out to be.

Would it be my first and last? Who knows. For all I know, Becky could meet someone tomorrow. But it was interesting that Madison wanted to share me. Would I have done the same if it were my friend who wanted to get laid? I honestly couldn't say.

Until next time.

To be continued in part 4, By Secretauthor2021 for Literotica.

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"This stuff is warmer than I'd thought it would be and so thick."

"It's a nightmare to get out of hair too," I added.

"Just as well I shave everything then isn't it."

Madison climbed back on to the bed and laid down next to me. We both stared at the ceiling.

Madison turned her head to the side to face me, so I mirrored her.

I could see her eyes looking directly into mine.

"Thanks again for doing this Adam, I don't know many people who would have gone to these lengths to help me out."

"It's me who should be thanking you. I enjoyed it."

"I bet you did."

"No not that, I mean I enjoyed that. God did I enjoy that bit, but I enjoyed spending time with you."

Madison smiled.

"I enjoyed spending time with you too, and I also enjoyed the other thing too."

It was my turn to smile at her this time.

Madison then leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was a nice one. Her lips were so amazingly soft as they pressed against mine.

As she pulled away, she paused for a reaction. I felt my face light up, it was like I was the happiest I'd have ever felt. She must have seen that as a sign, as she kissed me again, this time for longer. We were properly making out now. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, which was an incredible feeling. Our tongues danced together as we continued to kiss.

With our mouths starting to ache, we stopped.

We couldn't stop smiling at each other.

"Well, that was unexpected."

"Was it though? I did just give you a hand job. I don't exactly dole those out to all the boys, ya know," she said continuing to beam at me.

"Ha, I guess you're right."

Madison sat up, propping her hands behind her and looking at her naked lower half.

"I guess I better put my trousers back on. Otherwise, who knows what will happen." She joked.

She then turned and looked at my crotch.

"Awe, he's gone all little again." She then proceeded to bop the end of my cock.

Her touch sent a tingle through my cock and it twitched again.

"Oops, looks like I provoked it."

I sat up, resting on my elbows.

"Do you mind?" I said trying not to laugh.

"I don't, no." She said smiling.

Madison walked over to where she took off her panties and bent over to pick them up, showing me how fantastic her ass looked. She slipped a leg in each hole and pulled them up.

I pulled up my underwear and trousers.

"Madison."

"Yes Adam," she replied, mimicking my formality.

"About that kiss."

"What about it?"

"Was that an in the moment kind of thing, or was it something else?"

"Why? What do you want it to be?" She replied, flipping my question back at me.

"I kind of want it to mean something else."

She was about to put on her trousers then stopped.

"Huh, that's funny, I was thinking the same thing." She replied, smiling at me and then continuing to put her leggings back on.

This was my chance, there was no better time to ask, than right now. I'm going to do it.

"Madison, will you go out with me?"

"After what we just did, Hell yes! I'll go out with you."

"Sweet."

"Besides, we've still got an assignment to finish remember. May be you can come round Friday night, it's the bouncers day off."

"Friday night it is." I confirmed.

After tidying up, Madison walked me downstairs to the front door, and we paused on the outside doorstep. She closed the door, so we were both standing outside.

"I hope you found our study session informative. I know I did." Madison said jokingly.

"Oh yes, very informative. I look forward to completing the assignment Friday night."

"I can't wait."

With that, she kissed me again on the lips.

"See ya."

I walked backwards down the garden path, unable to take my eyes off her. As I reached the end of the path, she waved at me and went inside the house.

The second the front door closed, I jumped up and a punched the air.

After all these years of pining for Madison, I had finally done it. I had asked her to go out with me and she said Yes! plus as a bonus she gave me my first hand job.

From that point on, I couldn't quite remember how I got home. I was on such a high, I presumed I just floated back.

When I got back, both my parents were in the kitchen. My mom was making something to eat and my dad was sitting at the table doing the crossword.

"Hey,"

They both stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

"Well, how did it go?" My dad asked.

"Judging by that smile on his face, I'd say pretty well. Am I right Adam?" My mom added.

"Yeah, it went well."

"Did you ask her out?"

"Yes mom, I asked her out." I said somewhat exasperated.

"And did she say yes. What am I saying, of course she said yes. Who wouldn't say yes to my little boy."

"Mom! Yes, she said yes."

"Way to go son!" My dad chimed in.

"Well, now you have a girlfriend, maybe you won't need to spend so long in the shower anymore," My mom said teasingly.

"Mom!" I snapped back, cringing of embarrassment.

Dad started chuckling to himself.

"I'm going to my room," I announced, unable to take any more of this conversation.

I quickly left the kitchen and marched upstairs to my room. Closing the door behind me, I tossed my bag in the corner and just collapsed on my bed, letting my evening all sink in.

Holy fuck, I thought to myself. It's like my brain couldn't quite process everything that had happened. Madison, the girl who I had worshipped for so long, completely blindsided me. I had no idea, she was so... so unpredictable and so sexually curious.

How a random science assignment pushed us together. It was almost like one of my school fantasies, one minute you're working and then the next, you're suddenly exploring each other’s bodies.

Not only did I see her beautiful cunt, I touched it, I fingered it, I brought her to orgasm. She actually came on my hand, holy shit! It all just seemed so unbelievable.

I raised my hand in front of my face and stared at it. I may never wash this hand again.

...And that was just what I did to her!

What she did to me, blew me away.

The way she touched me, held it in her soft, silky smooth hands. Her genuine curiosity about it, and then she thought nothing of jumping on top of me and giving me the hand job of my life.

I could feel myself getting hard, just replaying it in my mind.

Then, there was the kiss. My first kiss, the best kiss. Oh, how her lips felt against mine. I could have kissed her all night.

I found myself smiling so hard, my face started to ache again.

Then it dawned on me, and I bolted upright. Friday, what's going to happen Friday. Is she going to want to do it? Are we actually going to have sex? If we do, are we doing it for the assignment or because she really wants to have sex with me?

I started to freak out. What if I'm no good at it? What if I don't last very long? Oh my god, what if I can't get it up? Will she laugh at me, will she tell everyone at school? Would she stop seeing me? My best dream, could soon become my worst nightmare.

I had to stop myself, from spiraling. I sat at the edge of the bed and took several deep breaths, eventually calming myself down.

One step at a time, I told myself. Friday was only two days away, plenty of time to prepare. I tried not to think about it too much, but it was all I thought about.

Thursday came around, and once again. I just made it to the bus on time. As I jumped on, there was Madison in the front row, looking like her gorgeous self as usual.

"Hey Adam," She greeted, giving me one of her biggest and best smiles.

"Hey Madison," I replied, smiling back at her.

If there was a seat free next to her, I would have sat down and left Ethan on his own, but no such luck. I carried on walking and plonked myself down next to Ethan.

"So, how did your study session go with Madison?" Ethan asked.

"It was good," I said, deciding to do the gentlemanly thing and omit all the explicit activities.

"So, did you ask her out? Like I told you to do?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Well, don't keep me hanging bro. What did she say?"

"She said yes."

"Holy shit man, that's huge. You've been pining after her for years and now it's finally happening."

"I know."

"So, why don't you seem excited about it?"

"Oh, I am excited, the best I've ever felt to be honest. But a part of me is like, what if I'm not good enough for her."

"Dude, you can't think like that."

"I can't help it Eth."

"Look, just take each day as it comes."

Surprisingly, Ethan was wise counsel today. He was right, take each day as it comes. He was a good friend, and I felt a little guilty, thinking I'd ditch him to sit next to Madison if the opportunity arose.

With the school day fully underway, we carried on as normal. When it was time for lunch, I told Ethan I was going to find Madison and to not wait up. I found Madison by her locker, talking to her friend.

"Hey."

"Oh hey Ad," Madison replied.

Her friend looked at me and smiled and then looked back at Madison.

"I'll give you two love birds some privacy," she said, then giggled to herself and walked off.

"Sorry about Becky, I kind of told her we were going out now and she's been like that all day."

"Oh, and don't worry I didn't tell her about every little thing."

"Little? You're going to give me a complex," I replied, keeping a straight face.

"No, sorry, I didn't mean it was little, I just meant..."

"Relax, I'm just messing with you."

Now that I had finally asked her out, my nerves, just seemed to vanish. I felt more confident now.

Madison pushed at my chest lightly.

"So, are we still on for Friday?" She then asked.

"Sure, what time do you want me?"

"All the time." She replied, with a mock sexy voice.

I laughed, "seriously now, what time?"

"Okay, okay, shall we say seven this time? I promised Becky I'd go to the mall with her straight after school."

"Seven is good. I'll see you then."

I was in the process of walking off, when she called out, "don't forget to make sure there's plenty of lead in your pencil."

I turned around to see her smiling and giggling to herself. She then blew me a kiss.

I smiled back at her, albeit slightly embarrassed by her remark.

She was either referring to my earlier efforts to draw her, or she had plans for something else. Either way I was excited for what Friday will bring.

Thursday quickly became Friday, and it was time for another study session with my girl Madison. It felt so good to say that in my head, 'my girl'. I was actually dating Madison, well I say dating, we haven't technically gone out on a date yet, but we're getting there.

With seven o'clock fast approaching. I went to get ready. First stop, the bathroom. Locking the door, I took off all my old clothes that I had worn that day and tossed them into the hamper. Naked, I stood in front of the large bathroom mirror and looked at my reflection.

If what I think will happen tonight happens, this is what Madison will see. I stared at myself, breathed in to make my chest bigger, then ran my hand down my body, tracing the faint lines of definition I had all the way down to the thick bush of pubic hair nestled above my cock.

I squashed it down with my hand, and my cock did look a bit bigger. I removed my hand and the hair sprung back again. Yeah, it definitely looked bigger. I grabbed the hair trimmer from under the bathroom sink, and pushed the button to turn it on. It buzzed into life. I took one more look, and went to town. The hair fell to floor in clumps.

I dusted down, making sure to wipe all the lose hairs off my cock, then looked back in the mirror. There, much better I thought. I put the trimmer back under the sink, and turned my body, for a side profile look in the mirror. Yes, this'll do nicely.

I jumped in the shower, cleaned up and got dressed. I even dabbed a bit of aftershave on. I had scrubbed up well and felt ready for anything.

As I prepared to leave, I decided against indulging my parents in a conversation, for fear that they would find new ways to embarrass me. So I shouted through the door.

"I'm off out, see you later!"

I quickly closed the front door behind me and set off for Madison's. Arriving with two minutes to spare, I rang the doorbell.

Madison answered the door.

"Oh hey, Ad. Come on in."

Madison was looking her usual gorgeous self.

"No bouncer tonight?" I asked.

"Nope, we've got the house all to ourselves."

Madison led the way upstairs and I followed her. Getting to watch her cute ass as she went up the stairs was a nice little treat.

"So, how's your report. coming along?" I asked, making conversation.

"Good, nearly done. I may need to go over a few things again though." She said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I sat on the bed, and once again all of Madison's study books were sprawled out on the bed.

"Shall we get to it then?" Madison said, sitting on the bed next to me.

"Sure."

She turned to the side and grabbed her study book, then placed it on her lap. Flipping through the book, she stopped at the chapter title 'reproduction'.

The first page contained a diagram of a penis.

"Well, he looks familiar," Madison said, lightly nudging my arm.

We both red through the study text on the page. When we were both done, Madison turned to the next page, which as expected contained a diagram of a vagina.

"And I definitely remember this," I said, gently nudging her this time.

The next page over contained a diagram we hadn't seen yet. It was that of a penis in a vagina, it was one of those dissected diagrams.

"Huh, I don't think we've seen this one have we?" Madison remarked.

"It's definitely one to read up on."

We red through the accompanying information, silently digesting it.

"It's funny?"

"What is?" Madison replied.

"Is that they go to all this trouble of creating these detailed diagrams, but no one actually teaches you how to have sex."

"Were you hoping for some sort of tutorial in our biology lesson. Maybe like Mrs. Wrentmore, straddling Mr. Philips on her desk, while we watch and take notes."

"Oh, I can't un see that image now, thanks Mads," I said gagging at the thought.

Madison laughed and nudged me again.

"Oh, that reminds me. I hope you don't mind, but when Becky and I went to the mall, we got you something."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's in that bag on my desk."

"I feel bad now, I didn't get you anything."

"It's okay, you can make it up to me."

I stood up from the bed and grabbed the bag from the desk. Sitting back down, I opened it and put my hands in and pulled out the contents.

In my hands, were a black lace, and very see through set of lingerie.

My jaw dropped.

"Well, what do you think?" Madison asked, as if it weren't obvious by the fact my jaw was now resting on the carpet.

"I mean, wowsers! it'll probably be a bit tight on my hips though, but I'll give it a go." I joked.

Madison laughed.

"Ha, ha. You're a funny guy Adam. It's actually one of the many things I like about you."

"Oh really, what else do you like about me?"

"Well, I've noticed the way you look at me. It's like when you see me, you just look so happy. It kind of makes me feel good about myself, you know."

I put my hand on top of hers.

"Truth is, I am happy when I see you. Like every time and if I'm totally honest, well, I've kind of fancied you for ages."

"Really? You have? Why didn't you do anything about it then?"

"I get so nervous, and I was always afraid you'd say no."

"Well, I said yes and all it took was a little hand job to give you the courage."

"I know, and I can't tell you how happy that makes me."

"Aww, you are such a sweetheart."

She leaned over to me and we kissed.

"Tell you what, why don't we take a quick study break and I'll go and prepare your gift."

With that, Madison grabbed the lingerie set out of my hands and left the room.

I sat on the bed, just blown away by how genuinely happy I felt. After a few minutes, the door opened and Madison returned. I turned to look at her.

"Holy Fuck!" I blurted out loudly.

Madison closed the door behind her and leaned against it, with one leg slightly bent and her hands face down on the door, looking sexy as fuck. The bra barely covering her breasts, and the see-through material allowed me to see her nipples underneath. My eyes dropped down her toned stomach, to the black thong she was wearing.

She then gave me a quick twirl, showing me her pert ass.

"So, what do you think now?"

I tugged at my shirt collar.

"I think it suddenly got very hot in here."

Madison, strode. across the room and stood directly in front of me.

"Then perhaps, you need to remove a few of these layers."

Madison began to unbutton my shirt. I however couldn't take my eyes off her chest, I just wanted to bury my face in it.

With the last button undone, she peeled my shirt off me and tossed it on the floor. She then moved to the button on my jeans and popped it open. She stared into my eyes as she slowly undid the zipper.

"Lie back," she prompted.

I fell backwards on to the bed, while Madison yanked my jeans off. With only my underwear left, I positioned myself in the middle of the bed. Madison sexily climbed on top of me. She sat upright, directly atop of my crotch and began gently grinding against me.

"You like that?" She said in a sexy whisper.

I nodded my head. Oh boy, did I like that.

I could feel myself get rock hard, to the point where it soon became apparent to Madison.

"Umm, some one seems to be liking it."

She bit her bottom lip, then ran her fingers through her long, silky blonde hair. She moaned softly and continued to slide along the length of my swollen cock.

"You're right, it is getting hot in here, might have to remove a few layers myself."

I watched as her hands went behind her back and she unhooked her bra. With one hand she tossed it over the side.

There they were, like two perfectly shaped melons. They were phenomenal, from the size, the shape and her dark dusky pink nipples.

Madison reached down and grabbed both my hands and propped them on top of her breasts.

I couldn't believe it, I was touching Madison's breasts and they felt Awesome! My hands went in to over drive. I stroked, I squeezed, I tweaked, I caressed, I wanted to explore every inch of them.

I had to sit up to get a closer look. With Madison still on my lap, I sat upright, my face practically touching them. Madison picked up on my enthusiasm for them and grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into them.

I kissed them, I licked them. My tongue circled her nipples, which had now become erect. I flicked at them with my tongue. Madison, groaned in delight.

Things were certainly getting hot and heavy. Madison pulled my head back from her chest.

"Are you ready?" She said nodding her head towards the middle of the bed.

"Yes, are you?" I asked, making sure she was comfortable with what we were about to do.

She nodded her head and when she climbed off my lap, she paused for a moment.

"Oh, did you finish already?" She said looking down at the large wet spot on the front of my underwear.

I looked down.

"Oh!" I said, pulling the waistband from my body and looking to see what happened. I was still rock hard, much to my relief.

"No, that's just precum I think. I'm still good."

"Phew! Have you got the um..." Madison asked.

A look of panic covered my face.

"What? What is it? Did you remember to bring it?"

"I... I don't know."

I quickly bolted up and grabbed my bag. I open the zip as far as I could and frantically emptied the contents on to the floor.

"Please be in here, please be in here," I cried out, dropping to my knees.

I started fanning out the books in a mad rush. Praying that my erection would hold. That's when I saw it, lodged between two pages in one of my notebooks. The small foil packet handed out by Mrs. Wrentmore in Biology.

"Oh thank god!"

I got up from the floor, leaving the mess I had made and hastily pulled down my underwear, almost falling over in the process and joined Madison on the bed. The jostling made my cock wag side to side like an excited dog.

She tilted her hips upwards and began taking her thong off. She got them down as far as her knees, before I took over and removed them completely, casting them behind me.

I knelt there on the bed. Before me was the now fully naked Madison, the first girl I had ever seen naked. Her whole body was sublime.

She parted her legs, inviting me closer. I shuffled closer to her. My cock painfully hard, straining from my body as if desperately trying to reach her. I tore open the condom packet with my teeth, then removing it.

The condom felt greasy in my hands as I carefully rolled it down the length of my shaft, pinching the tip afterwards.

We looked at each other one more time and I slowly lowered my body on top of hers. I kissed her, then tilted my hips forward to enter her.

"Um, that's my ass," she said softly.

"Oops, sorry," I said apologizing.

"I'm not quite ready for that just yet," she said jokingly pumping her eyebrows.

"Here, let me help."

I felt Madison's hand around my cock, as she lined it up against her entrance. She nodded her head, giving me the green light to try again.

My heart began pounding in my chest, this was it. I was going to lose my virginity to this amazing woman.

I pushed forward, our bodies making contact as my cock pushed inside her, parting her soft lips.

Madison gasped as she took me inside her. I felt some resistance and pushed harder to try and overcome it. Madison's face winced.

"Are you okay? Should I stop?" I asked with concern.

"No, it's okay, just go slow if that's okay."

I kissed her forehead, and pushed again. I was about half way in, then the resistance gave way. Madison let out a cry. I continued to slide in and out of her slowly, while she grabbed my hips and controlled the rhythm of my thrusts.

I pushed again, this time making it all the way inside her. I could feel her hands tighten around me. The feeling, although slightly diminished by the condom, of being inside her was out of this world. Her body radiated a warmth and a softness that I craved.

Madison wrapped her legs around my lower body and pulled me in closer, pushing me deeper inside her. She moaned softly as I gently rocked my body against her. Her breathing, our breathing rate increased.

I could feel her sex tighten around me, her face looked like it was about to scream, but not a sound left her mouth. Her whole body tensed up, gripping me tighter and pushing me deeper. I couldn't hold it anymore, I let out an insuppressible groan as I came, my face frozen in a moment of pure bliss.

I held myself inside her, my body continuing to pulse, as if it were giving her everything I had, my body and soul.

When there was nothing left to give, I carefully pulled out, holding the condom in place. There was a reddish residue on the condom.

"I think you've been bleeding, are you okay?" I asked, carefully shuffling backwards.

Madison put a hand between her legs, then brought it back up to her face. There was a trace amount of blood on her fingertips.

"It's okay, I think this is meant to happen on the first time."

"Ah okay, for a moment there I thought I might have hurt you."

I grabbed a handful of tissues from her desk and passed them to her, then took another handful for myself. I carefully removed the condom and wrapped it in the tissues.

We took a moment to clean ourselves up, and returned to the bed, lying next to one another.

"Was it okay? Was... I okay?" Madison asked.

After everything Madison and I had done to get to this point, it seemed strange to hear her sound so vulnerable.

"It was amazing, you were amazing," I said gripping her hand and kissing the back of it. "Was it okay for you?" I then asked.

"Yeah, it hurt a bit at first, but after that it was intense, you know. The feeling of you inside of me... and when you came, I felt everything. It was so good."

The sex itself may have only lasted two minutes, but it was easily the best two minutes I had ever experienced. Period.

We cuddled for a while, and could easily have gone a second time, had we had more condoms, but neither of us were willing to take the risk. So we just laid there, talking, joking, laughing, and discovering so much about each other.

After all these years, hoping for the day I get to be with her. It finally happened and in the most unexpected way. I can't wait to see what happens next.

As for the biology assignment, Madison opted against the inclusion of her pencil drawings. In hindsight it was pretty obvious who her muse was. She folded the paper and kept it in her diary as a reminder of our first experience together. When we handed in the completed assignment, we managed to get an A, no doubt thanks to our hands-on approach to this assignment.

Madison asks for a special favor.

It had been three months, fifteen days, thirteen hours, and nearly twenty-three minutes since the moment that changed my life.

It was the day I officially started dating Madison - a day and an experience I'll never forget.

To have the girl I pined after for five years become my girlfriend was truly something else.

We were at that stage of our relationship, where every kiss was intoxicating and every touch was electric. Everything was new and exciting, and the sex, oh my god, the sex was sensational.

Madison was just as horny as I was, with her sexual appetite easily matching mine. They say men have a one-track mind, but this track definitely came with two carriages.

While her parents were happy for her to be dating and even to have a boy in her bedroom, Madison didn't think they were quite ready to know or hear what went on behind closed doors, least of all her dad, who was definitely a tough nut to crack and had yet to warm up to me.

So we had to choose carefully the moments for our special 'one-on-one' time.

Madison joined me on the edge of the bed, and we sat there looking at our reflection in the large mirror above her desk. Her head found a comfortable nook on my shoulder, and we looked as if we were posing for a couple's photo in one of those photo booths you find at the mall.

"God, you're beautiful," I breathed, smiling at her in the mirror.

"You keep telling me that," she replied, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as if she were embarrassed by the compliment.

"But it's the truth. From your beautiful face."

I kissed her on the cheek, then moved her long blonde hair aside, planting a gentle kiss on her neck.

"To your beautiful neck."

"What are you after? Oh wait, let me guess," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes as a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

She ran her hand up my thigh, before settling over my crotch and giving it a squeeze.

"Hmm, I don't think he's quite ready for me just yet," she said coquettishly.

"How long have we got until your parents come back from the grocery store?" I asked.

Madison pivoted her body to face me, instead of my reflection.

"Oh, I'd say we've got at least ten minutes."

"Huh, ten minutes, I think I can work with that."

I kissed her on the lips, her mouth turning into a smile as I did.

"Umm, come on then, get those clothes off mister," she said, relenting to my charm.

Wasting no time, I quickly pulled off my T-shirt and unbuttoned my jeans. Simultaneously, Madison started doing the same. After a swift trouser dance, I slid my boxers down and kicked them to the side.

"Wow, someone's keen," Madison remarked, as she unhooked her bra, then pulling it down her arms.

"Damn straight."

With just her panties still left, I grabbed her by the hand and stood her in front of the desk, so we were closer to the mirror.

I stood behind her, allowing only her near-naked body to be visible in the mirror. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I rested my chin between her neck and shoulder.

"I adore every inch of you, I hope you know that." I said with a deep sincerity.

She kissed me on my cheek.

"You are such the smooth talker, unlike when we first met. Remember that time in the library?"

"Oh my god, don't remind me, you had a way of tying me up in knots. I could barely talk properly."

My hand's delicately caressed her skin, as I moved them upwards from her slender waist to her perfect breasts, cupping them, before softly tracing my index fingers around the outskirts of her nipples. With her nipples now erect from the stimulation, I gently rolled them between my thumb and index fingers.

Madison moaned softly.

"Umm, while I would love the full works Ad, we haven't got much time, so you might want to..." Madison said apologetically.

"Okay, okay, I see. So less of this, and more of this."

Without my hand breaking contact with her skin, I moved from her breasts, down her stomach and straight into the front of her panties. My finger sliding along the entrance of her mound, before pushing deeper between her lips and finding her sweet spot.

Madison moaned, "Umm, yes, definitely more of that."

I watched Madison's face in the mirror; watching as it reacted to my touch, her eyes closed and mouth slightly parted, as she tried to vocalize her pleasure. I kept rubbing, my fingers getting wetter and wetter as her excitement built.

Seeing her like this got me so hard. My cock pressed against her hip, hard enough for her to notice. She reached behind, grabbing a hold of it and began jerking it, mimicking the speed at which I was rubbing her.

I had to slow down, as I knew I wouldn't be able to last as long as her at this rate.

I removed my hand from her panties, then hooked my fingers along the waistband on her hips.

I tugged at them, pulling them all the way down to the floor. Madison kicked them away from her dainty feet and leaned forward, resting her hands face down on the desk, and backing that magnificent ass of her's into me.

Since we started dating, Madison decided to go on the pill, meaning there was no frantic searching for condoms this time and as we were each other’s first, STDs were unlikely.

I positioned myself behind her, aligning my cock between her legs. Her wetness was evident, as my cock slid alongside the outskirts of her lips. I slowly rocked back and forth, teasing her entrance; her juices coating the length of my shaft as I did.

"Umm, stop teasing me Ad. Fuck me already."

"Who's keen now?" I said smiling at her reflection in the mirror.

She looked back at me, as I angled my cock upwards and pushed inside of her. Madison let out a soft whimper. Gently, I rocked my hips, so our bodies moved together in unison.

I wanted her to feel me being inside of her a bit longer. She was practically purring at this point, clearly enjoying the sensation.

I looked again at her reflection in the mirror, her face twisted in ecstasy. I bucked hard this time, thrusting deeper inside of her. She let out a scream, her hands quickly moving to grip the edge of the desk.

I bucked again, and again and again.

"Oh god! Umm! More!"

I continued again, faster and harder this time. I could see in the mirror, her breasts bouncing with each clash of our bodies. The desk started to wobble and bang against the wall now, as I built up a steady rhythm.

Madison continued to beg me for more.

"Yes, yes, Umm, fuck me, fuck me hard babe," she cried out.

I continued to pound her from behind, her crying out for it only turned me on more.

Both our faces were flush now. Madison ducked her head down low, so it was now practically resting on the desk. All I could see now was myself in the mirror, my chest glistening with sweat as I gripped on to her hips and ploughed into her. Our moans were accompanied by the sounds of our bodies clapping against each other.

Suddenly, Madison bolted upright, her face scrunched up and giving one final cry as she orgasmed. After two more thrusts, it was my turn.

Still grabbing tightly on to her hips, I pulled her closer, burying myself deeper inside her. As I came, my body spasmed against hers, shaking until the very last drop left my body.

We looked at each other in the mirror, our faces a glow from the post orgasm high. I kissed her on the cheek.

It was then we heard the front door open.

"We’re back!" her parents called out.

"See, I told you we had time," I whispered in her ear.

"I don't think I'd have been able to walk, if it went on much longer," she joked.

She grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk and passed it back to me. I carefully pulled out and gave myself a wipe down as Madison did the same. Sex is great and all, but there's always the clean up afterwards.

Needing to get dressed, I went back to the bed, and bent over to pick up my underwear, when Madison slapped my ass.

"Pass the panties, while you're there stud," she said jokingly.

As we started to get dressed again, Madison's phone, left on the bed, began to vibrate.

I glanced at the screen.

"It's Becky," I said, looking at Madison.

Madison, who had just put her bra on, held out her hand for me to pass her the phone.

She swiped her finger across the screen and answered.

"Oh hey, girl. What's up?"

I continued getting dressed, unable to avoid overhearing only one half of the conversation.

"Yeah, just hanging out with Adam."

"Uh huh, uh huh. Don't worry, Beck, you'll find someone."

Madison sat down on the bed and continued to talk. I however, had other ideas. With my back to her, I pretended to get dressed, but what I had actually done with my juvenile sense of humor, was to pull my cock out of my fly and emptied my pockets, pulling off the old elephant trick. I turned around suddenly, to show Madison in the hopes of getting a reaction.

It worked, and she started giggling.

"Behave will you," Madison yelled in between her laughter and grabbed one of the stuffed bears from her bed and threw it directly at me.

The bear's button eye, caught me right on the tip of my cock, causing me to immediately hunch forward and clutch my sore member."

"Oww!" I exclaimed in pain.

"Sorry about that, Becky. Adam is being stupid again. Never mind finding someone; you can have him if you want," she said, laughing again.

I feigned insult at her comment while nursing my injury.

"Look, I better go. I need to get dressed, but I'll call you back later, okay?"

Madison said her final goodbye and hung up the phone.

"What are you like? I was trying to have a serious conversation."

"Sorry," I apologized.

Madison sighed.

"Becky is in a bit of a funk at the moment. Since we've been dating, she feels like she's missing out."

"I'm sure she'll find somebody. She's nice enough."

"That's what I said, but she can't seem to find anyone; she's getting kind of desperate. Not to mention, she feels like a third wheel when we hang out together."

"It probably doesn't help, us being all over each other then, does it?" I added.

"Probably not, but hey, we have to live our lives, right? Besides, I like you being all over me."

I walked over to her, handed the stuffed bear back, and then kissed her on the forehead.

"Well, trust me, that's not going to stop anytime soon."

I handed Madison the rest of her clothes and waited for her to get dressed.

When we were ready, we walked downstairs together, where we ran into Madison's parents.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor," I greeted.

"Oh hey, Adam," Mrs. Taylor replied.

Madison's dad just glared at me in his usual way.

"I'll be over on Saturday to sort out the backyard for you."

"Thanks, Adam. You're a lifesaver. Old Frank here hates gardening, don't you, Frank? It's getting a bit wild back there."

I had tried to make some inroads with Madison's parents by offering to do their garden for them. I thought it was the least I could do, considering what I'd been getting up to with their one and only daughter.

It was also another desperate attempt to get her father to like me. I did not want to get on the wrong side of him, that's for sure.

Madison walked me out to the front door.

"Look, try not to worry too much about Becky," I said, turning to face her.

"I'll try, but she's my best and oldest friend. I just want her to be happy."

"You're a good friend, Madison, and an even better girlfriend," I said, grabbing her by the hand.

She closed the front door behind her, so her parents couldn't see us anymore, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and kissed me.

"And you are an awesome boyfriend."

It was my turn to kiss her this time.

"Look, I better be off, but I'll see you Saturday."

"Can't wait. Love you."

"Love you too."

She waved me off, and I went about going home.

When Saturday came around, it was shaping up to be a bit of a scorcher. I had decided to make an early start on the Taylor's backyard to avoid the worst of the heat.

Upon arriving at Madison's, it was her mom who greeted me.

"Morning, Adam. Madison's in the shower; she'll be down in a little bit."

"Hi, Mrs. Taylor. Are you happy for me to get started?"

"Oh, yes, please. I've opened the shed for you, so just take what you need."

I walked through the kitchen, where Madison's dad was sitting at the table, reading the sports section of the paper.

"Morning, Mr. Taylor," I greeted cheerily.

He glanced up from his paper and stared at me.

"Morning," he replied in his deep, gravelly voice, instantly going back to his paper.

Not much of a talker, either that or he just didn't like me. I suspected it was a bit of both.

I continued on my way to the backyard and headed into the shed to get everything I needed. Mrs. Taylor wasn't lying when she said things had gotten a bit wild out here; everything was overgrown.

I walked out the mower, pulled a few times at the starter cord, and got to work. I had just finished one length of the lawn when I found myself looking up at Madison's bedroom window.

She was standing there, with one towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. I waved up to her, and she promptly undid her towel, quickly flashing me. I smiled and blew her a kiss. She pretended to catch it before disappearing from view.

The lawn was taking a lot longer than I thought; a good hour had passed, and I was still no closer to finishing. It was also getting hotter, my T-shirt soaked in sweat and clinging to my body. It was a horrible feeling, so I decided to take it off, hoping it would dry out in the sun.

I continued the task at hand, every so often looking up at Madison's window, hoping to get a glimpse and perhaps another flash. This time she was there, and she wasn't alone. I could see her talking to another girl. It was Becky; she looked upset, and Madison was consoling her. They suddenly realized I could see them and moved away from the window.

I wondered what all that was about, before shrugging it off, and continuing with the garden.

With the mowing complete, I moved on to trimming the hedges. After just ten minutes, Madison and Becky appeared, with Madison carrying a cold glass of lemonade and holding it out for me.

It was evident from the redness around Becky's eyes that she had indeed been crying.

Not sure if I should say anything, I decided to leave it.

"You're an absolute star; I'm parched," I said, wiping my sweaty brow and taking the glass from Madison.

"It's looking good," Madison remarked, admiring the hedge I had started on.

"Well, no one likes an unkempt bush, do they?" I said, smiling at my attempt to be funny.

Madison rolled her eyes at me, but I managed to get a laugh out of Becky.

As I looked at her, I was convinced she had just looked me up and down.

"So, what are you girls up to?"

"Oh, nothing much, just hanging. Becky is going to stay the night, so we're going to have a girl's night. You know, do each other's hair, talk about boys, have a pillow fight in our underwear. The usual girl stuff."

"Madison, don't reveal all our secrets," Becky said, playing along.

"Nice. Well, if you need a referee, just give me a shout," I said jokingly.

Madison and Becky looked at each other for an instant and then back at me.

"Well, we'll leave you to it. I'm sure you've got loads to do. I know there's at least one other bush that needs a good seeing to."

I was about to give a cheeky reply when the girls cut me off.

"Bye, Adam!" they chorused before breaking out in giggles as they walked away back towards the house.

To be continued in part 3, By Secretauthor2021 for Literotica.

 A school assignment changes everything.

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The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk. He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.

The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and one other student.

It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far end of the table, opposite me.

I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper, prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.

The teacher stood up abruptly, the screech of his chair as it slid backwards against the floor, forced me to look up from my declaration of love for Madison.

"I'm going for a smoke, you two finish your lines."

With that, he left the room and slammed the door closed behind him. The noise echoed around the empty room.

I looked across to Madison, who was now looking back at me smiling. I returned her smile with one of my own, when suddenly she stood up.

I watched as she approached, standing over me briefly, her gaze alternating between my paper and me. As I prepared to speak, she gracefully lifted her leg and seamlessly positioned herself between me and the desk. With a confident move, she settled on my lap, facing me and assuming a straddling position.

She began to gently grind on my lap, before touching the sides of my face, with her soft delicate hands.

"Oh Adam! I want you so badly," she cried out, before starting to kiss me passionately.

That's when she started to moan out my name.

"Umm Adam, Adam, Adam."

It was then I noticed the sound of her voice begin to change, it wasn't this soft seductive voice anymore, but more of a louder, persistent shouting.

"Adam! Adam!"

Madison faded away in front of me.

"Adam! It’s time to get up, you'll be late for school," a different, yet familiar voice called out.

A chill swept over me as the duvet was abruptly pulled away. It was fortunate this time, that I wore underwear to bed.

"Mom!" I cried back, then curled into a ball to keep warm.

"Don't Mom me, I'm not your personal alarm clock. Now go get ready, and for god's sake, open a window, it stinks in here."

I waited for her to leave the room, before slowly uncurling myself. She had just interrupted one of my favorite dreams about Madison, it was the one where we were stuck in detention, and we were just about to get to the best bit.

I got up from my bed, yawned, stretched and then scratched. It was then I realized, I was pitching an almighty tent in my underwear. Glad mom didn't see that! I thought to myself.

Like a zombie, I staggered to the bathroom slowly. Sliding the shower door open, I turned on the taps and removed my underwear to reveal what I had now began to refer to as the 'Madison Effect'.

I jumped into the shower and let the water run over my face. As I relaxed under its warm embrace, my mind drifted back to Madison. She was perfect, she was pretty, she had a great body, and she was smart to boot. She ticked all my boxes, and I was crushing on her big time.

It wasn't just the way she looked, sure she had beautiful long blonde hair that hugged her shoulders, a smile that could melt anyone's heart and eyes that sparkled like a mountain lake, but it was her smell, she always had this amazing floral scent, like an English garden.

Before I knew it, I had started to fantasies again. I grabbed onto my raging boner and started to jerk off. My horny teenage mind, starting to peel off the layers of her clothing, imagining what her body would look like underneath.

It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return. I held my swollen cock and did my best to angle it down towards the drain, which in itself was a challenge given the intensity of my arousal. I shot my load and watched the evidence disappear.

Feeling slightly more awake, I continued to get ready for school. Not that I would ever thank her, but thanks to my mom's morning wakeup, I just managed to make the school bus on time.

As I boarded the bus, that's when I noticed her - my beautiful Madison, seated in the front row. I couldn't help but smile at her to which she reciprocated. Walking past her, I caught a delightful whiff of that incredible floral scent, a fragrance that seemed to lift me up.

A few rows behind her, my best friend Ethan had, as usual, reserved a seat for me. I settled in next to him, my attention divided as I found it hard to tear my eyes away from Madison.

"Dude, you are so obvious," he said.

"What?"

"You're giving off all sorts of creepy stalker vibes."

"I am?"

"Yes, relax, play it cool," he suggested, as if he held the secrets to understanding all women.

"Like you're the expert," I rebuked.

"Excuse me, how many girls have you been with? That's right zero, whereas I have kissed one."

"It doesn't count if she's your cousin Eth."

"It does too."

Ethan and I bantered back and forth like this until we reached school.

The first thing we did was head to our lockers to grab our stuff for the upcoming lesson. As we collected our books, Ethan began discussing our plans for the weekend. In the midst of our conversation, Madison strolled past, gracing me with a quick sideways glance and a smile, effortlessly tucking her hair behind her ear. At this point, I had completely stopped listening to Ethan and I only had eyes for her.

"So, how about it?" Ethan asked, nudging me and snapping me out of my trance.

"How about what?" I responded, somewhat confused.

"Were you even listening to me?"

"Yeah, of course I was, but I just saw her."

"Dude, you've got it bad."

"I know, but she's perfect."

"Okay, if you say so."

"What? You don't think she's perfect?" I said defensively, ready to defend my beloved Madison.

"She's alright, I guess. She's no Charlotte though," Ethan said, tilting his head towards the girl at the end of the lockers. Charlotte, head cheerleader, had all the boys chasing after her.

"Please, Charlotte is just a walking pair of tits, she doesn't have a patch on Madison."

I audibly swooned.

"I can live with a walking pair of tits," Ethan then said smirking.

"I bet you can, now let's get moving our we'll be late for class."

Our first lesson was Biology. As we entered the classroom, we were immediately taken aback.

Instead of the usual freedom to sit where we wanted, each seat had a name card in front of it. We all looked at each other at first, wondering what the hell was going on, before scanning the rows to look for our name and going along with it.

It soon became apparent, that the seats were arranged in a way that every boy sat next to a girl.

As I sat down in my allotted seat, I caught the scent of a very familiar fragrance. My whole body reacted to it and that's when she sat down next to me. I was now sitting next to Madison. This day just got a whole lot better.

I pulled out my notebook and pen, and then watched as Madison did the same. Her things were so neat, and she was so organized, unlike me, where the corners of my notebook were all curled up from being haphazardly stuffed in my bag.

"Okay, now that you're all settled." Mrs. Wrentmore announced at the front of the classroom.

The class turned to fixate on the middle-aged woman, dressed in the long tan skirt and cream colored cardigan at the front of the room.

"Today, we're going to talk about Sex! Yes, that's right, get your giggles out of the way now, because this is serious class." She said, pacing up and down the length of the classroom.

"Today's lesson will be split into Two parts," she said emphasizing the word two, then pausing for a moment.

"Part one - Sexual Health," she said holding up one finger in the air, "and part two Reproduction." she followed with a second finger, inadvertently making the sign for peace.

"So, let's get started, shall we." Mrs. Wrentmore said clapping her hands together.

"The CDC state that 78% of you, by the time you've reached the age of twenty would have had your first sexual experience."

The class watched as she walked over to a drawer in the corner of the room.

"So, in all likelihood, some of you, as you're all eighteen by now, have most likely had one. You're all technically adults, so no judgement there, but if you have, I hope you were all being responsible."

The class started looking around at each other, no doubt mentally working out who were the ones most likely to be having sex.

Mrs. Wrentmore pulled a bag from the drawer and walked to the end of the first row of desks.

"As such, the school health board and the student body, have authorized me to hand out and make available to you these."

She held up the bag for all to see.

"No, they are not free balloons, but condoms. Designed to keep you safe from STD and of course, unwanted pregnancies."

She handed out a few to the person sitting at the end of the desk.

"Please pass these on to all the boys on the row," she asked the girl sitting closest to her.

The condoms were passed down, one by one, until each boy on the row had one.

Mrs. Wrentmore repeated the process, moving down each row in the classroom. When she reached my row, Madison handed me a condom, giving me a quick once-over that left me blushing, as if she were playfully imagining what I'd have to do with it.

"I am giving these out to the boys, because it is Your responsibility to wear protection, not your partners."

She went on to talk about the rise in STD and how we should all be practicing safe sex. This pretty much covered part one of her lesson plan.

"Now that part one is concluded. I hope you've all learnt something valuable and that if you are sexually active, you continue to be safe. Now on to part two."

She returned back to the front of the class and began talking about reproduction, the differences between males and females. We sat there listening and looking at diagrams in our text books.

There wasn't much time left to the lesson, when Mrs. Wrentmore announced what the assignment would be.

"Now, I bet you're all wondering, why I sat you all in this order. Well wonder no more, class! Your assignment is to work with the person next to you, and here's the twist."

She paused for dramatic effect.

"In an effort to foster a greater understanding of the opposite sex, which I think is incredibly important. Boy's you will write a report on the girls reproductive system and girls you will write a report on the boys, then when you've done your individual assignments, you will then need to work together, to combine your new found knowledge into a report."

The class was somewhat stunned by this, with each of us looking at the person sitting next to us.

Madison and I exchanged looks with each other.

"I guess we're working together then," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear again.

I wanted to sound cool, but all I could say was, "yeah."

"Do you want to meet up in the library later to prep?" Madison asked.

"Sure, yes, that would be great." I replied sounding a little bit too eager.

"Okay, I'll see you there."

She stood up and smiled at me once more and left with one of her friends. I could see them whispering amongst themselves, when just before they left the classroom, she looked back at me and gave me another one of her dazzling smiles.

I was dumbstruck, I actually had a conversation with Madison, and not only that I get to work with her too. I'm not sure how comfortable I'll be with the subject matter, but hey, I get to spend time with the marvelous Madison, so who cares.

I met up with Ethan, and he could tell how excited I was to be working with Madison.

"Right, don't mess this up man. This is the perfect opportunity to ask her out."

"I can't, what if she says no?"

"Then at least you know."

"I can't."

"Yes you can. It's time dude, it's been like five years. You got this."

I mulled over Ethan's encouragement; he was right of course. It had been five years, and I had done absolutely nothing about it. Was this my chance?

After our lessons had finished, I left Ethan to go find Madison in the school library. As I pushed open the door, the smell of old books was over powering. I walked past the front desk and headed towards the study area. I couldn't see any sign of Madison, so I started to look up and down the book aisles, in case she was there.

I headed to the science section, the most probable place to find her given the assignment. I passed through Physics, then Chemistry before finally reaching Biology. Bingo! There she was. When she saw me, she gave a little wave, and I approached her.

"Hey."

"Hey, so what are you looking at, books?" I responded, cringing internally. Books! Of course, books, you Tool! We're in a bloody library.

"Yep, lots of books here," she said, smiling to herself as she skimmed through a page in the book she was holding.

Slowly but surely, I was reaching peak nervousness, and it started to show. When nervousness shows, awkwardness isn't far behind.

"Sorry, it was a stupid thing to say. Of course, it's books," I replied.

"I'm Adam," I said.

"I know who you are, silly! We've been in the same class for like five years."

"Sorry, of course you do," I said, my face turning bright red.

I then tried to recover from my complete lack of cool by leaning against the bookshelf. With my arm outstretched, I placed my hand and subsequently my weight on a row of books. It soon became apparent that there was no backing to the shelf holding the books in place. As a result, they all tumbled off the shelf onto the floor on the other side of the next aisle down, causing me to stumble into the bookshelf itself, humiliating myself further.

I quickly pulled myself back and tried to compose myself.

"Are you okay?" Madison asked, touching the side of my arm.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little..."

"Just a little what?"

"Nothing, it's okay. So, what are we reading?" I said, keen to change the subject after making a complete tit of myself.

"Well, I've found these books."

Madison handed me a book to hold, but I didn't quite grab it properly, and it slipped out of my hand. Instinctively, we both reached down to catch it, causing us to bump heads.

"Oww!" Madison cried out.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry."

As if things weren't going well already, my meeting with Madison was practically slapstick at this point. Please, Lord, just strike me down now and put me out of this misery.

"It's okay. Guess we're both to blame for that one. Let's go sit down, in case we hurt each other again," she joked.

We went over to the study area and sat down next to each other at a desk, placing our books in front of us.

"So, where do we start?" I asked nervously.

"Well, I guess I'm starting with the penis," Madison replied, with a little wink.

"In that case, I'll start with your vagina, I mean the vagina. Sorry not yours, not that there's anything wrong with your vagina, I'm guessing, not that I've seen your vagina. Oh boy."

I wanted to cram my fist into my mouth to stop myself, I had said the word vagina way too many times in one sentence.

At this point, I had turned into what could only be described as a violent shade of red.

Madison looked at me and burst out laughing.

"You are so funny, you just dig yourself into all these little holes."

"Yeah, it's quite the gift I've got. I think they call it foot-in-mouth disease."

Madison laughed again. She had such a melodic laugh; I could have listened to it all day.

"Let's just start reading shall we, then we'll compare notes."

I nodded my head in agreement, in fear that I might say something stupid again.

We red through our biology books in silence for the next ten minutes, when Madison declared she was bored of reading.

She propped up her book, brought out her phone, and hid it behind the upright book.

It looked as though; she was scrolling through pictures. It took me a moment to realize what she was looking at. Madison was busy scrolling through a photo gallery of men’s cocks.

Well this was certainly a side to Madison I didn't expect to see.

"Um, what are you doing?" I whispered.

"I'm just curious, I can't exactly write about something I've never seen before, now can I? Besides, I'm more of a visual learner you know. I like pictures and diagrams."

"Maybe the school library, isn't the best place for that kind of learning." I said worried someone would see and report us.

"Hmm, maybe you're right," she said, then closing her browser down, just as someone walked behind us.

"Tell you what, why don't you come around to mine tonight and we can study then."

Oh my god, Madison had just invited me to her house. Her actual house! The place where she lived. Be cool, be cool I recited in my head.

"Sure, I can do that."

"Great, here's my address."

Madison wrote her address on the back page of my notebook.

"See you at six?"

"It's a date. I mean not a date date. A study date. Oh boy, I'm doing it again."

"Uh huh," Madison said, amused by my awkwardness.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, it's kinda adorable. Anyway, I'll catch you later."

As I watched Madison walk away, I did everything I could to suppress my excitement. As soon as she left the library, I punched the air triumphantly, eliciting some strange looks from the other library users.

I couldn't believe it; I was actually going to Madison's house. I know it's not an actual date, but it's gotta count for something right? and then there was that last remark, she called me adorable. Needless to say, I was on cloud nine from this point forward.

As soon as school finished, I hurried home to get ready. I took a shower, then empty my closet and threw all my clothes on to my bed.

What should I wear? It should probably be a little bit smart, I thought, then cleared my old t-shirts from the bed. I was left with a check shirt and one of my newer t-shirts. I couldn't decide on which one, so I thought I'd wear them both.

I practically choked myself with deodorant, then got dressed. Once I was ready, I kinda sat there on my bed, willing time to go faster. I didn't want to be too early, or late in case it made a bad impression.

It was coming up to five thirty. This was it, I'm leaving now I told myself. I grabbed my school bag and headed downstairs.

I went into the living room, to tell my folks I'd be going out.

"You look nice," my mom said.

"Thanks."

"So, where are you off too then?" my dad asked.

"I've got a study session with a friend,"

"A 'Girl' friend?" my mom asked.

"Mom!" I whined.

"Well, I hope he didn't get dressed up like that for Ethan." My dad added.

"Dad!" I whined again.

"Yes, if you must know the friend is a girl, but she's not my girlfriend."

"Is she pretty?"

"Mom!"

"What? I'm just asking."

"Yes, mom. She is pretty." I replied, somewhat exhausted by this conversation.

"Are you going to ask her out?" My dad chipped in.

"We're not having this conversation."

"What? Can your parents not take an interest in their son's life now," My dad protested.

I sighed heavily.

"Maybe, I don't know yet."

My parents looked at each other.

"Aww, our little boy is all grown up." My mom said in a somewhat cutesy yet mocking way.

That was my cue to leave.

As I closed the living room door, my dad shouted out.

"Don't forget to use protection!"

The last thing I heard as I left the house, was my mom scolding my dad for being so crass.

I literally felt my eyes roll in my head. Parents!

With Madison's address etched in my mind, I set off. Fortunately, she didn't live too far away.

I approached what I thought was her house, double checking the house number against my notebook. This was it. I walked down the ornate garden path until I reached the front door.

I could feel my heart begin to beat faster. I took a few deep breaths and rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door opened. A large thick-set man, with no neck answered the door.

"Yes," he said with a deep gravelly voice.

"I'm here to see Madison,"

He stood there looking directly at me and doing one hell of a job of intimidating me.

"And you are?"

"Adam, Sir."

Madison made an appearance, squeezing in between him and the door. She was wearing black skin tight leggings and a baggy white sweater, with a monotone pattern on the front.

"Daddy, would you let him in already."

He stood aside and let me pass.

"We've got an assignment to do." Madison added.

I followed Madison up the stairs, feeling her dad's eyes on me the whole way.

"Sorry about my dad, he can be a bit intense. Especially when it comes to boys."

"That was your dad? I thought he was the bouncer."

Madison laughed out loud.

"Well, here we are." Madison said and then opened her bedroom door.

I took in the view. A double bed adorned with an elegant black metal frame stood in the center, complemented by swirling patterns on the head and footboards. Delicate fairy lights hung from the bed, casting a soft glow. Adjacent to the bed, a desk held a sizeable mirror with pictures of friends tucked into its corners. On the opposite side, two large wardrobes completed the room's layout.

Madison jumped onto the bed, sat down, and crossed her legs.

I stared blankly around the room, wondering where I should sit.

She could see me looking.

"It's okay, you can sit on the bed."

I dropped my bag to the floor and sat on the corner of the bed.

"So, shall we get to it?"

"Yeah, sure."

Madison scrambled off the bed and grabbed her notebook, a pencil and her study book from off her desk and quickly jumped back on the bed. I reached into my bag and pulled out my stuff.

Madison had opened her study book and placed it on her bed. I noticed she had opened it on a large diagram of the penis. She put the end of her pencil in her mouth, and gently bit down on it. She looked at the diagram intensely.

I opened my own study book and went straight to the vagina diagram. Never in a million years did I expect to find myself sitting on my crushes bed looking at diagrams of vaginas, while she looked at penises.

After ten minutes of quiet reading went by, Madison tried to say something.

"Cou..." Madison began to say, then stopped abruptly.

"No, never mind." She continued, talking to herself.

"What?" I asked.

"No, I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Nothing, forget about it."

"What?" I asked again, trying to coax it out of her.

"I... I was going to ask you something, but it doesn't matter."

Now I had to know.

"It's okay, you can ask me anything."

Madison looked at me. I could see she wanted to say it. She took a deep breath.

"Could I see it?"

"See what?" I replied, a little confused.

She pointed her pencil directly between my legs.

"You want to see my..."

Madison nodded her head.

"It's just, I've never seen one and I want to make sure my report is, you know, accurate."

I looked at her in disbelief. Did she really just ask to see my cock? I think she did.

Madison picked up on my hesitation.

"I mean, it's okay if you don't want too," she said leaning over and touching my knee.

"But if you did, it would be our little secret. I won't tell anyone. I swear it," she added, putting her hand over her heart.

I thought about it. Did I really want to do this? Could I trust her? My conscience battled it out, it's Madison, you love Madison, you would do anything for her. Do it, do it now. Show her you'd do anything for her.

I took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'll do it, but this is just between us."

"Really?" Madison replied with a mixture of shock and excitement.

"Yeah, If you really want me to."

"Oh thanks Adam, that would be amazing. You are amazing!"

She called me amazing. I definitely have to do this now.

I stood up from the bed and turned to face her. I watched as her eyes fixated on my crotch.

I reached down to my jeans and slowly began unbuttoning them. I pulled my jeans down to my knees, revealing to Madison my navy-blue boxer briefs.

I can't believe I was actually going to do this. Was I crazy? I looked at Madison, who was patiently waiting for me to continue. I grabbed my waist band and pulled my boxers down to reveal myself to her.

Madison's eyes widened.

"Oh wow!" She blurted out, then covering her mouth with her hand.

She stared at it intently.

"It's so small, I mean compared to the ones I saw on the internet earlier."

"Geez, thanks. Just what every boy wants to hear," I said, completed deflated by her comment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean you're small, I just meant, it's... I mean it's cute, I like it."

"Keep digging there, Madison."

Madison's face turned red. It was nice though, to see someone else falling over their words for a change.

"I'm so sorry. Here you are doing me a favor and I've just insulted your manhood."

"You know the ones on the internet, are probably all porn stars. They're not all that big in real life you know." I said indignantly.

I was about to pull my boxers up, when Madison stopped me.

"Wait! Do you mind if I draw it?" She asked.

"Draw it?"

"Yeah, I'd like to draw it for the report."

"Well, if you think it would help."

Madison grabbed her pencil and quickly started to draw. I watched as she drew an outline, then went over it, shading areas and smudging it with her finger to get the right definition. When she was done, she flipped her book around and showed me what she had done.

"What do you think?"

I looked at her drawing.

"It's... it's amazing."

Her drawing skills were something else. It was so lifelike, so detailed. It reminded me of those old da Vinci drawings.

"Do you mind if I measure it?"

"Measure it?"

"Yeah, with a tape measure."

"What, so you can really laugh at me?"

"I won't, I promise."

"Well, as long as you promise, go on then."

Madison clambered off the bed again and grabbed one of those fabric tape measures from her desk drawer.

She dropped to her knees in front of me and held it directly below the thick tuft of my pubic hair. She was now close enough, that I could feel her warm breath on the tip of my cock. My cock twitched, startling her.

"It moved! Was that me?"

"Yeah. It’s just reacting to the attention you're giving it."

"Sorry! I'll be quick."

She continued to measure.

"From base to tip is three and half inches," she called out.

"And girth is one and a half," she added wrapping the tape around the middle of my shaft.

She got up from the floor and reached for her notebook on the bed and penciled in the figures next to her drawing.

She sat back on the bed and looked at her work and then back at my crotch.

"Hmm," she pondered, repeatedly tapping her pencil against her chin.

"What is it?"

"Um, um. Could I see it big, you know erect?" Madison asked holding her hands apart, with her pencil now horizontal between her teeth.

"Um, is not lamp. I can't just flip a switch and make it bigger."

"Can't you think of something sexual, you know, that turns you on?"

My mind went blank. No doubt too nervous to think where this was heading.

"I can't think of anything right now, my mind has gone blank."

"Hmm, well it moved it a bit when I gave it attention. Should I try giving it some more attention?"

I couldn't help but be wowed, by how swiftly this had turned from a visual presentation to a hands-on one.

"Yeah, I guess you could try." I said, knowing full well she would achieve the 'Madison Effect'.

Madison leaned forward and stretched out her hand. It hovered over it for a moment, before she plucked up the courage to touch it.

Her soft fingers brushed against it as she gripped it with her hand. It was working and very quickly too. My cock sprang to life. Madison watched as it quickly grew larger in her hand.

"Well, that didn't take long." She said in awe.

She moved her hand away as my cock got harder and strained from my body, before eventually pointing upwards.

"That is so cool, how it did that. I mean look at it, it's huge now. It's bigger than my hand," she said aligning her hand next to it from the bottom of her palm to her fingertips.

Hearing her refer to it as huge this time, restored the confidence in the size of my manhood.

Madison quickly took to her notebook again and began sketching.

It felt weird standing there in front of Madison with a raging hard on as she quickly sketched away. As before, when she was done, she showed me. She had captured all the detail, the veins, the ridges. She was an exceptional artist.

"Wow Madison, you're such an artist."

"Thanks, I've always liked to draw."

"It shows, you have quite the talent."

"Thanks, is it alright if I measure again."

"Sure, go for it."

Madison grabbed the tape measure again and held it from base to tip.

"Wow, it's doubled in size. Seven inches."

She then measured the girth.

"Three inches."

She wrote the measurements in her book again. Before turning her attention back to my cock.

"These things are so weird, but in a good way. I can't believe they can just grow like that and it's so hard now. And what's with all these peculiar ridges?"

Madison, filled with curiosity, was now actively handling my erection, lifting it, pulling the skin back and forth, brushing her thumb underneath it and tracing the ridges of the head.

"I red somewhere, that the shape of the head is an evolutionary thing. Back in the early days of man. Men could just mate with whoever they liked, you know. So when one man had sex with a woman and left his ahem, 'deposit' to impregnate her, when the next man came along and had sex with the same woman, when he sticks it in, the shape of the head scoops out the previous guys stuff so he can replace it with his own, making it more likely that he impregnates her."

Madison looked aghast.

"That is so gross," she said, shuddering slightly.

Despite just saying that however, Madison continued to play with my cock, which was now starting to have an effect on me. I tried to manage it by tensing and controlling my breathing.

"Madison, I think you should probably stop now."

She continued to be engrossed, ignoring what I was trying to say and continuing to play.

"Madison... I'm gonna.... argh!"

It was too late, I broadsided her with three shots to her chest.

"Oh, oh, oh!" She cried out, quickly letting go and looking down to her chest.

"Oh my god Madison, I'm so sorry. You kept playing with it and... and..."

"Adam, it's okay. It's my fault."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cum on you."

I felt the need to keep apologizing to her.

"So, this is the stuff then? The old baby making juice." She said, taking it surprisingly well, then looking down at the thick creamy colored substance clinging to her sweater.

"I should probably take this off."

Madison carefully removed her baggy sweater, as to not get her hair tangled in the mess.

She was wearing a body-hugging vest underneath.

"I'm sure this stuff washes out, right?"

"Yeah, it should do."

"Well, I guess that's a first for me. I've never had a boy cum on me before."

"And for me. I mean cumming on a girl, not having a boy cum on me."

Madison laughed at me.

"You do get tongue tied a lot, don't you?"

I was about to reply, when Madison grabbed a tissue from her desk and handed it to me.

"Sorry, here, you're oozing a little."

"Oh shit, sorry!" I said, taking the tissue from her and dabbing the end of my cock.

"Hey Ad."

"Yeah," I replied.

"Thanks again for being a good sport about all of this. I know I've kinda pushed the boundaries on this one, but you've definitely helped satisfy my sexual curiosity... and of course helped with our assignment."

"Don't mention it. Glad I could help you out."

Madison started to play with strands of her hair and twisting it around her finger.

"Is there anything you want to go through? I know we've spent a lot of time on your..."

She pointed at my crotch.

"Did you have any questions for me, that I could help you out with?"

If I didn't know better, I think Madison was giving me an in, a pass to ask to see some part of her. I knew I had to take my chance.

"Well, I showed you mine, so..."

"Ha, figures. I guess I can't exactly say no now, can I?" She said with a cheeky wink.

Oh my god, oh my god. She's going to do it; she's actually going to fucking do it. My heart went into overdrive. I was actually going to see the most intimate part of Madison.

I had longed for this moment for so long. I could not believe how my evening was going.

As I sat down on the corner of her bed, I found myself gripping the bed post.

Madison reached to the waistband of her leggings, and peeled them down her long smooth legs, before removing them completely and showing me the soft pink panties, she was wearing.

As my heart raced faster, I gripped even tighter on to the bed post.

She slipped her fingers inside her delicate underwear and just before she pulled them down, she gave me a quick look, as if to say - are you ready for this. In one sweeping movement, her underwear was round her ankles.

My jaw dropped.

"So, what do you think?"

"It's... it's beautiful."

I didn't quite know how else to describe it.

She walked over to me, so I could see it better. Her mound was shaven, but not completely hairless. The outline of her lips were visible. It was everything I thought it would be and more.

"Do you want a closer look?"

I nodded emphatically.

Madison jumped up onto her bed, turned around to sit down and parted her legs.

I sat there, just staring at it, as if I were in a trance. Madison had really surprised me by how uninhibited she was.

"Do you want to draw it or something, for your report?" Madison asked.

I fumbled for my notebook, not once taking my eyes off her. Then blindly fished for my pencil.

I tried to put pencil to paper, but I couldn't. My hand was shaking too much.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Peachy."

I tried to draw again, this time breaking the pencil nib completely.

"Um, my pencil broke," I announced.

"Oh, here, take mine."

Madison handed me her pencil and I tried again.

"Here, you probably want some detail."

With that, Madison put her fingers over her mound and parted her lips.

I gulped loudly.

Now I could see everything, oh my god, could I see everything. I still couldn't believe that Madison was showing me all of this.

I had given up trying to draw, I could barely engage my brain at this point, let alone sketch out anything.

"Any questions?"

I had hundreds, but again, could I articulate them? Could I Fuck.

"What's that?" I pointed at the small bump on the front, like the proverbial village idiot.

"What?"

"That," I repeated, then leaned forward pointing, my finger dangerously close to touching her.

Madison looked down to see where I was pointing, she shuffled slightly and that's when it happened. My fingertip darted forward, and I touched it.

"Whoa!" Madison cried out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to that. Did I hurt you then?"

"No, it was nice. You just hit my clitoris."

"So that's what it was. So if I kept touching it, you would have..."

"Oh yeah, big time."

"Do you touch it a lot?" I asked, then suddenly realizing the personal nature of the question.

"Are you asking if I 'take care of myself'?"

"Sorry, you don't have to answer that."

"Do you?" She quickly countered.

At this point, given how much we had shared in such a short space of time. It didn't make sense to hold back.

"Yeah, I do."

"So do I. I tend to do it the shower."

Madison was offering up a lot more information than I expected.

"Me too." I added.

"I like to hold the shower head between my legs and kind of ride the jets you know."

I'm so glad I had recently cum, because the image of Madison in the shower, would have instantly made me cream my underwear.

My cock was so hard right now, it was painful.

"Do you wanna try it?"

"Huh?"

"Do you wanna try touching it again?"

I think I had just died and gone to heaven.

"Yes! I mean yes, okay." I said trying to compose myself.

"Come closer then."

I shuffled closer to Madison, to the point where I was now practically between her legs.

"Here, give me your hand."

I reached out my hand and Madison grabbed a hold of it.

"Just lightly rub here."

With that Madison pushed my fingers against her clitoris.

She gasped as my fingers made contact.

I started to rub my fingers over the raised bump.

After thirty seconds or so she moved my hand again. So, this is the labia, and here is vagina, just push your finger in. I took my finger and pushed it inside her. It was warm and wet, and the walls felt so soft and spongy.

She gasped again as my finger entered her.

She pulled my finger out and placed it back on her clitoris.

"Just keep rubbing here, okay."

At this point Madison closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. After a few minutes of rubbing, I noticed my fingers getting wetter, allowing my fingers to glide over the bump easier.

I started to go faster, and in return Madison started to breathe heavier and faster.

"Don't stop Adam, don't you dare slow down either."

I continued to rub at pace. Madison started to whimper quietly, then her volume increased. Her face was turning pinker, her cheeks rosier.

Then out of nowhere, she grabbed my hand and held it down hard against her clitoris. I was unable to move my fingers, when Madison snapped her legs closed. Her face scrunched up and she let out a labored moan. My trapped hand could feel her body tremble.

"Oh, oh, oh, Umm, Oh my god!"

She exhaled deeply, pushing the air out between her pursed lips.

"Did you just..." I asked.

With her head back and eyes still closed, she slowly nodded her head.

I had given a girl an orgasm. A first for me, and one more thing off my bucket list.

Madison's body began to relax again, and I felt her grip loosen around my hand. When I removed my hand, my fingers were slick with her arousal. I rubbed the residue between my fingers until it dried up.

"I'm so sorry Ad, but all this studying, I'm not gonna lie, has really turned me on big time. I so needed that release. God, you must think I'm a right hoe."

"Absolutely not, I would never think of you as that. I mean I get it; everyone needs a release; I know I do." I replied, awkwardly shuffling my legs.

"Do you need a helping hand with that?"

Madison didn't wait for me to answer.

"Come on, one good turn deserves another and all that. Slide back on the bed and lie down."

I did as I was told, laying back and looking up at the ceiling. Then next thing I knew, Madison had climbed on to my legs and sat down just over my knees. She started to unbutton my jeans and tugging them down a bit, before pulling down the front of my underwear. My cock sprang out.

"Whoa, this guy definitely needs attention."

I felt Madison's warm hand grip around my aching cock.

"God, this feels so hard. Does it hurt when it's like this?"

"It can be a bit uncomfortable."

"I bet."

"So, how am I doing this exactly?"

I reached down and put my hand over hers and mimicked a jerk.

"Just keep doing this."

I moved my hand away, and Madison took over, proceeded to jerk me off. This felt Amazing! Oh my god, did this feel good. She was so good at it as well, not too fast, not too tight. She was a natural.

"Is this okay?" She asked, bouncing on my legs as she jerked away.

"Yeah, that's good."

My head was spinning. I was lying down on Madison's bed as she jerked me, with the added bonus, that she was naked from the waist down. We were so close to having actual sex, it was just so unreal.

I could feel the pleasure starting to build up. This time, I clearly tried to warn Madison.

"Mads, I'm close okay, just so you know." I uttered between my labored breath.

"Okay Ad, message received this time."

Madison continued to pump away. It was my turn to breathe heavily now. The feeling kept building and building. I tried to hold it back, I wanted this to go on forever.

"Uh, uh, ah!" I cried out, my body hunched.

Madison kept going, but this time placed one hand directly above my cock. My cum shot up wards into the palm of her hand several times.

"Jesus, Jesus, oh my god Madison, Ah!. Stop, stop, that feels too good, I can't take any more."

The feeling was incredible and the orgasm so intense, my body physically couldn't cope with her touch any longer.

Madison slowed down to an eventual stop.

I leaned up to look at Madison. She was holding her hand open, with a pool of my cum in it.

"Bloody hell, no wonder boys are stronger than girls, my bicep had quite the workout then," she joked.

I smiled at her and laughed, before resting my head back down on the bed.

"That was incredible." I uttered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, your technique is..."

I performed a chef's kiss.

Madison seemed pleased with the compliment.

"Cool, my first hand job and I aced it. Nice."

Madison climbed off me and went to the desk and grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped her palm down.

To be continued in part 2, By Secretauthor2021 for Literotica.

The Art of the Deal finds some innovative applications.

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Anna was a sophomore at Boston College. She was working toward a degree she no longer wanted to pursue. Her parents both lost their jobs due to the 2020 pandemic and she refused to take out a student loan to pay for her education. Things weren’t exactly going as planned.

Anna was no longer able to live on campus. The cost was outrageous and her parents couldn’t afford those living arrangements any longer. It made more sense to find a cheap apartment nearby which also required Anna to get a job.

No one was hiring. All the small businesses had been forced to shut down many months ago and never reopened. The restaurants had closed the dining areas and were only doing take out orders. Anna needed a flexible job so she could balance her school work, but there just wasn’t anything out there. She feared she would have to leave school and return home.

Anna was out walking with her friend college friend, Lisa, as both girls were looking for a job near their campus apartment. They wandered a little further away from their apartment as they would have liked to. They were walking through an area that had a bad reputation for drugs, crime and was known for its surplus of prostitutes. The girls also walked by a building that seemed a little out of place. It was a nice modern facility. It was clean, enclosed and had a security booth at the entrance and cameras every where they looked.

On the second floor of the building there was a sign that said, “Now hiring! Inquire inside”

Anna was curious and she told Lisa that she wanted to check the place out. They approached the security booth and asked about the building.

“Hey there!” Anna said; “I saw the sign on the second floor and was wondering what this place was.”

“It’s a massage therapy office.” The guard said uninterested.

“Do you know what they’re hiring for.”

“No, that’s a little above me, hun. If you want to check it out I can give you and your friend a pass so you could go inside and see for yourself. clip on these badges and your good to go. There is someone inside that can give you more information.”

“We would really appreciate that, thank you.”

The girls walked to what appeared to be the main entrance of the building. Anna pulled the door open and the inside foyer was dimly lit with earth tone colors. There was audio coming from all around and it appeared to be sounds of nature.

“Is that a running stream I hear?” Anna laughed.

“Yeah, it’s all very relaxing.” Said Lisa.

Anna saw the woman sitting behind a desk. The girls made their way over to the woman. She was slightly older than they were and she was very attractive.

“Hi, can I help you ladies?”

“Um, we were just walking by and noticed the sign outside that said you were hiring?” Anna asked.

“Yes, we are looking for a new masseuses.” The receptionist told them.

“Oh, ok Anna said. We probably shouldn’t be here then.” She laughed.

“Why not? The position pays well and you keep all your tips. The hours are flexible and the building is very secure. We accept only the best clientele here.”

Lisa looked at Anna unsure of herself. “My parents would kill me if I worked here.” Lisa admitted.

“I know. My parents wouldn’t be happy either, but I’d like to hear a little more.” Anna said. “If you want to wait here for me that’s fine, Lisa. But if you decide to leave then please take an Uber home. This area is scary.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” The receptionist offered. “I can have security bring you back to your place if you’d like. It’s no problem at all.”

Anna perked up; “Yeah that would be great. Lisa, just let them take you back and I’ll be home shortly. There is no reason to sit around here and wait for me.”

“Ok, I’ll take the ride.” Lisa responded. “Anna, please text me when you’re leaving so I know when to expect you and make sure security takes you home as well.”

“I will and I’ll let you know how it goes.”

The two girls hugged, and Lisa walked towards the door.

The receptionist announced; “There is a car waiting for you outside. It was Nice meeting you, Lisa.”

Lisa waived and exited the building.

The receptionist picked up the phone and began talking briefly.

“Anna, Maria will be down in a moment to speak with you. She is the manager here.”

“Oh, thank you so much.” said Anna with a smile.

Anna waited in the lobby looking at a series of ink blots that are hanging on the walls. She has no idea what she is looking at, but that’s probably the point of them being there in the first place.

A door opened and a woman in her late 30’s walked through. She is wearing a black skirt and heels. She has long black hair and looks Hispanic. Anna admired the attractive figure as she approached.

“Hi Anna, my name is Maria. I’m the manager here. What do you think of the place?”

“I love it. It’s so relaxing in here. The ink blots kept my attention while I waiting.” She smiled.

“All that the men see are boobs when they look at them. Why don’t you follow me and we will talk in my office?”

Maria led Anna through the set of doors. There were a series of doors that followed. There were no windows and everything seemed very discreet. The hallway was dimly lit and easy on the eyes.

As Anna continued walking down the hall she noticed that there was an open door. Anna peered in and noticed a young girl cleaning the room. Inside the room was a red masseuse table. It looked very comfortable. There were several shelving units with products on the shelves. There were several red lounge chairs in the room also. On the walls there where silhouette figures of women, that looked erotic. Anna then noticed a young woman come into sight. She had on a black skirt and heels like Maria. She was cleaning the room when she noticed Anna looking at her. The door promptly closed.

Maria had led Anna further through the hallway and arrived at her office. She walked through and the same silhouette pictures were handing on Maria’s walls as well.

“I noticed the same pictures hanging on one of the rooms as we walked by.”

“We like to keep our clients always thinking about women.” Maria said with a smile.

“So, you are interested in the position of masseuse? Do you have any experience? Don’t worry if you do not.”

“I’d like to know a little more about the position if you don’t mind? I have no experience as a masseuse. I’ve given my boyfriend a massage plenty of times, but I have no formal experience.”

“It sounds like you have enough experience to me, honey. We do a little bit more here aside from massages.”

“What’s the pay look like?”

“Well, that’s completely up to you. Our clients are all very wealthy. I guess it depends on the service you want to offer. The earning potential is only limited by the time you put in and you imagination.”

“My imagination?”

“Yes, if you are creative and don’t mind going the extra mile for your clients it could be very lucrative. We offer a base pay of $50 and hour. You make your own hours, but once you get going you will be working off your clients schedule and not your own. I’d say it would be pretty easy to make well over 10 thousand dollars a month working on just a few clients a week. Their tip is where you make your money. You keep 100% of the tip.”

“Well, how do you make money here, paying out such high hourly rates?”

“Like I said, our clients are all very wealthy. They tell us what they want and we give them a price. They always pay. And they pay cash. They do not like paper trails which I’m sure you understand.”

“Yeah of course, I get it. So who are these people?”

“Well, Anna, they are entreprenuers, politicians, actors, musicians, athletes. Anyone with a large bank account that’s looking for a fabulous, discreet no questions asked experience.”

“What do you mean experience? I thought this was an all massage therapy and that type of service?”

“It is and whatever else the client wants. If you are only comfortable with massages then I would match you with someone who is just looking for a massage. If you wanted to offer other experiences I would match you up with someone looking for what you’re offering.”

“What exactly do you offer here?”

“Anna, have you been sexually active with your boyfriend?”

“Oh wow, that’s like a real personal question. I guess so. We play around a lot.”

“Have you had sex? Given a blowjob? A hand job? Anything like that?” asked Maria.

“I’ve given a lot of hand jobs. ”

“What about blowjob?”

“I gave him one. He came in my mouth and there was so much it almost made me puke.” Anna grimaced as she recalled the experience.

“So I take it that you’ve never had sex then?

“No, I’m still a virgin.” Anna confided.

“How about your ass? Have you ever had anal sex?”

“Absolutely not!” Anna asserted.

“Well, Anna, you could make a lot of money here if you really wanted to. The gentlemen that come here would pay a lot of money for a girl offering services like you.”

“I really need the money, but I don’t think I could do those things with anyone else, but a boyfriend.”

“Give it a try dear. Why don’t you start off slowly and see where it goes? I mean, there are people out there that would pay a girl like you to just talked to them. Someone may ask you to take off your panties so they could smell them. These guys call here all the time asking for things that most of us normal people think is just silly, but to people who have the money to do anything they want, there is nothing silly to them. They make it happen. It’s all desire and impulse. ”

“Ok,” Anna agreed. “Let’s start off with a massage. They’re going to know I’m not experienced once I start working on them though.”

“Well, that’s actually going to be your selling point. You’re only 19 years old. You don’t have much experience with anything and people will flock to that. Your innocence is appealing.”

"Let’s do it. When do I start getting paid?” asked Anna.

“Right now if your ready. I’ll give you your uniform and once you are dressed you will be on the clock. I’ll be right back with your uniform.” Maria had Anna pose for  an employee photo, then gave Anna a short visual gaze up and down her body, then went to get a uniform in her size.

Anna sat in the oversized chair that made her feel like she was in way over her head, but she was excited about making money to help pay her way through school. She took her phone from her purse, texting to let Lisa know that she was fine.

“You won’t believe this, but I’m starting work right now! Like this very minute!”

“I don’t believe it!” Lisa replied. “Anna what do you know about being a masseuse?”

“They said I have all the experience required lol.”

Maria then walked in with Anna’s uniform.

“I have to go. Talk to you later, Lisa.”

“Please be careful Anna!” Lisa replied.

Maria handed Anna her uniform. A Tight black dress and black high heels in her size.

“I have some great news.” Maria announced. “I made a call to a great client who was looking for someone with your credentials. He’s a younger man, but very wealthy! He made all his money in the stock market. He invested his entire inheritance in Tesla very early on and cashed out just recently when it peaked so as you can imagine how wealthy he is. We consider him our most important client.”

“So what does he want? Just a massage?”

“Actually, yes. He wants a massage and he wants to talk to you. I sent him a picture of you and he is very excited to meet you. I hope you don’t mind, but I showed him your photo.”

“Wow, you people are serious around here.” Anna said with a laugh. “Can I see what he looks like?”

“Sure, this is his profile.” Maria handed Anna her phone.

“He looks just like Superman.” Anna said with a laugh. “What’s his name? Oh my God I forgot his name.” She kept laughing.

“He does look like Henry Cavill doesn’t he?” Maria concurred.

“Yes, that’s it.” Anna recalled.

“That’s funny you think he looks like superman because he thinks you look like Mila Kunis.” Maria said as she laughed with Anna.

“People tell me that all the time.” She smiled. “So when does superman land? I was going to run out quick and get something to eat.”

“Oh, he is actually on his way here now. He was at the airport when I called him.  He was about to fly to Miami. No lunch break yet, Anna.”

Maria then escorted Anna to her room down the hall.

“This is you. Make yourself at home. We can personalize it more during the week, but for now just put your gear close by so it’s in arms length when you need it. Do you know how to warm up your oils?”

“No, I’ve never used massage oils. Can you help me set up? It won’t take me long to catch on.”

“Of course. Oh, I almost forgot. I meant to tell you earlier, but there are other accessories; like condoms, lube and everything else you may need in the closet to the right of your massage bed. Now, you don’t have to use anything in the closet. That’s not what I’m saying, but they are there for you if you decide to change any plans.”

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” Anna said being stubborn.

Maria picked up her phone as a text came in.

“Oh, Edward is here. He’s parking below the building now and will come up the elevator. I’ll escort him to your room. Please remember to relax and that you are in charge. You only do what you are comfortable with. If that’s nothing then just give him a basic massage. That’s what he hired you for. Talking should be easy so do that as much as you can. I’ll be right in my office if you need anything.”

“Ok, and thank you for this opportunity, Maria.” Anna said with a bit of excitement in her voice.

“Of course.” Maria walked out and closed the door. She walked past her office to the elevator and awaited Edwards’s arrival.

The elevator doors opened and there stood Edward. He was wearing a light grey suit with a white shirt. He still had on his sunglasses. His hair was combed back and he appeared to be very confident.

“Edward, so glad I caught you before you got on your plane. It would have been tragic to miss such an opportunity.”

“Thank you, Maria. It’s nice to know you’re always looking out for my best interests. So where is she?”

“She’s in her room waiting. She’s very excited to meet you.”

Maria escorted Edward to the room. She opened the door and introduced them to each other.

“Anna, if you need anything you know where to find me. Edward, is a gentleman and he will treat you as such.”

Maria shut the door behind her.

“So you’re Anna? Maria told me you just started here maybe two hours ago?”

“Yes, I just started today. Not exactly sure what I’m doing here, to be honest.”

“How old are you?” he asked.

“I’m 19. I’ll be 20 in a few months.”

“Maria said you aren’t experienced. Sexually?”

“My boyfriend and I have played around a bit, but nothing too serious yet.”

“Your boyfriend? Does he approve of your new job?”

“He doesn’t know I took the job. He’s back home with his parents and I don’t think he can see this far.” She let out a nervous laugh.

Edward smiled at Anna. He wasn’t much older than she was. He just turned 30 years old and did not like meeting girls the old fashioned ‘clubbing’ way. Once they realize who he is it they became obsessed with his money.

“So what are you studying. I hear you go to Boston College. ”

“I’m going for business, but I’m thinking I choose the wrong field of study. I’m just not passionate about it. I wanted to be a doctor, but my parents talked me out of it. They said it’s a field that requires too much education. They wanted me working sooner rather than later.”

“That sounds like an awful way to make a decision that you have to live with for the rest of your life. You should always follow your heart. Don’t let anyone influence your decisions. Not even your parents.”

“It’s all a big mess right now. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to afford school and my rent so I may be moving back home with them soon enough.”

Edward looked at Anna curiously. She was sweet & innocent, but also a very smart. Exactly the girl that he was looking for.

“So would you like a massage? I’ve never went to school for this, but I’ll do my best.” She smiled.

“Yes, of course. I can’t wait.” Edward said with a charming smile.

Edward began to take his jacket off and then his shirt. Anna froze when she saw how well built  he was. His arms were very muscular. His chest was bulky and he had a set of abdominals she has only seen in the movies. Anna cleared her throat several times. She became nervous and flustered. Edwards noticed and smiled.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” she said nervously. “Let me check on the oil.”

As Anna turned her back Edward removed his shoes then his pants as he slid them to the floor. He bent over to pick them up and placed them on one of the lounge chairs. Edward stood behind Anna as she prepped the oils for the massage.

“So how do you want me?” Edward stood naked behind Anna.

Anna turned around and was surprised that Edward was completely nude standing before her. Trembling, she dropped one of the oil containers on the floor.

“I’m sorry.” Anna covered her eyes with her hands. “Can you please put a towel on?”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Please, lie down on the bed.” Anna gestured to the therapy platform.

Edward laid on the bed face up. He placed the towel over his cock. It was semi hard and at least 5 inches soft.

Anna put some music on and then approached Edward. She slowly poured some oil onto his chest and into her hands and began to message his shoulders. She slowly worked her way down to his chest and massaged his pecs. His body was firm and muscular. She had never felt anything like this hard body before. Anna completed his front upper torso. It seemed as if Edwards was enjoying himself. He was moaning and his cock was reacting as well. The towel Edward had placed over his cock wasn’t fully covering it any longer and was about to fall free. His cock was standing straight up, near where Anna was standing

Anna moved down to Edward’s feet to begin massaging his lower body. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. She was curious about just how big it was. What it looked like. What it tasted like.

Edward was watching Anna as she struggled to remain composed. He moved his hips side to side pretending he was trying to get comfortable until the towel fell from his waist and onto the floor. Anna gasped and tried to look away, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off of it.

“Could you please focus on this thigh?” Edwards pointed to his thigh just above his right knee.

“Of course.” Said Anna, who seemed like she was in a trance.

Anna began to massage Edward’s right thigh. He let out a soft moan. His cock began to twitch before her.

“Anna, I know we agreed on a massage, but what will it take for you to just hold my cock? Maybe jerk it a little for me?”

“ I don’t know sir. I think I should probably stop now.” Anna’s quivering voice sounded embarrassed and unsure of herself.

“Name your price.” Edward said, gently.

Anna looked puzzled as she thought about the offer from Edward. She began to tell herself that no one would find out about this. ‘I won’t even tell Lisa.’ she thought to herself.

Then she mustered up some boldness and said; “I don’t think you have enough money with you sir.”

“How would you know unless you ask?” Edwards softly replied.

“10 thousand dollars.” Anna said.  “I’ll do it for 10 thousand.”

“Done.” said Edward.  “I’ll transfer the funds directly to your staff profile.”

“My profile?"Anna asked.

"Yes, you are already in the spa’s, staff database. I can transfer money directly to you. All you have to do is cash out when we are done.”

“Oh” she said, confused.

Anna picked up the oil again and poured some into the palms of her hands. She cleared her throat again and reached for his cock. It was easily 8 inches long and very thick. Anna could not close her fingers around it. She began stroking it slowly. Pre-cum was leaking out of Edwards cock and onto Anna fingers every time she came to the head and squeezed. Anna increased the jerking motion and reached over with her right hand and placed it just above her left hand. She jerked his cock with both hands and it was driving Edward crazy. He clenched the sheet on the massage bed with his hands, as she continued to pump his cock.

“Please stop!” Edward pleaded desperately as he almost had an orgasm. Edward was able to control himself and delay an end result that he could not wait much longer for.

“Maria told me you were inexperienced sexually. Does this mean you’re a virgin?”

“Yes” Anna said.

“Are you saving it for your boyfriend?”

“No, it’s not that. I’ve just listened to my family all the times they said I shouldn’t have sex with anyone until I’m married. I guess that was the plan.”

“You can’t give these people so much power over your life. Family or not, you have to do what you think is best for you. You are missing out on the best experiences of your life. Would you like to try with me? I will be very gentle.”

Anna looked eager. She had emerging feelings and emotions inside her now that she’s never felt before. Part of her wanted Edward to fuck her, but it still didn’t seem right. She liked Edward. He was tall and handsome. He seemed nice and thoughtful and appeared to be giving her his heart-felt advice.

“What if I could change your life forever? What would that number look like?”

“Oh gosh! A million dollars.” Anna immediately laughed, believing her price would certainly be too much for Edward to agree with.

“Done”. Edward smiled.

Shocked, Anna found herself in an awkward position.

“Could you transfer those funds first? It’s not that I don’t trust you, but there is a lot more at stake here than just money.”

“Of course. Let me just get my jacket.”

Edward pulled his phone from his inside jacket pocket. He pulled up Anna’s profile and deposited one million dollars.

“Don’t forget the $10k please.”

“Right. I already forgot. Ok, you should have both deposits now.”

Anna picked up her phone to call Maria to confirm the deposits.

“What in the hell is going on in there?” Maria said. “This is the biggest transaction I’ve ever seen.”

“Ok, so you got it?” Anna asked.

“Yes, it’s here. Is Everything ok?”

“Perfect”, Anna replied.

Anna began to take off her heels. She went in the closet to the left of the bed to retrieve a condom.

“No condom. please. It will take away from all of this special time. I want to feel everything when I take it.”

“I just want to make sure we are safe.” Anna said.

“Check my profile. I’m clean. All my records are current. I get tested monthly.” Edward assured her.

“But I’m not on any birth control.” Anna objected.

“Fine, I’ll pull out before I cum. I promise.” Edward promised.

Anna again paused. “Ok, I’ll do it. Where do you want me, Edward?”

Edward walked over to Anna and moved her hair away from her face. He lowered his head and kissed her softy on her pouty lips. With his left hand he pulled one side of her dress down and then the other side. Anna wasn’t wearing a bra and her gorgeous tits came into view. She was a perky C cup with small pink areoles and large nipples. Edward stopped kissing Anna on the lips and moved down to her breasts. He cupped them both and began pinching her nipples. Edward picked Anna up off the floor and placed her on the bed. He again began to kiss her as he leaned her backward slowly until her head rested on the bed.

Edward went into the closet in search of some lube. He found some and applied it on the palms of his hands. He used his right hand to apply some lube to Anna’s pussy. Edward pulled her dress the rest of the way off and placed it on the lounge chair with his clothing.

Anna was not wearing any panties. She was completely shaved and had the cutest pussy that Edward had ever had the pleasure of fucking. Everything was so clean looking and delicious. Edward helped raise both of her legs and planted both her feet firmly on top of the bed. He began to spread Anna’s legs so he could have a clearer view of her pink pussy. He parted the small pussy lips and he saw the tight virgin opening that he had been hoping was true.

Edward positioned his head in between Anna’s legs and began to lightly lick her virgin pussy. He focused on her clit and he was already driving Anna crazy. She was biting her lip and moving her hips. She grabbed a hold of Edward’s head and held it in place between her legs. She was moaning softly now with her eyes closed. Edward was careful with his fingers as he tried to open her pussy up just a little further. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could and lapped up the sweet juices leaking from her pussy.

Anna had never had an orgasm, but she was sure she was now very close. She began feeling a different sensation throughout her body. She grabbed Edward by his head using both hands and she pressed his face into her pussy. Edward sensed that Anna was getting close to having an orgasm so he picked up the pace with his tongue and he began to rub his index and middle fingers along her clit.

Anna finally came. Still grasping at Edward’s head and grinding her hips at his face. She moaned loudly until her climax was finished. Anna released her grip on his head and his face was covered with Anna’s fluids. He came up to give Anna a kiss which she accepted. She took her own juices into her mouth and was beyond horny at this point. Edward stood up and prepared himself to take Anna’s virginity.

“This is going to burn a little bit when I put it in, but after the first few minutes it will start to feel amazing. I promise to be gentle with you.”

“I trust you”. Anna assured him as she looked at Edward with her lust filled eyes.

Edward pulled Anna by the waist until her ass was at the end of the bed. Edward was standing in front of her and began lubing his cock. He put a lot of lubricant on it to make it easier for Anna to take it. Edward positioned his cock right at the entrance of Anna’s virgin pussy.

“Are you ready? Are you sure you want this?” He asked concerned.

Anna was breathing heavily “I want you. Fuck my virgin pussy.”

“Remember, this is going to burn at first.” He said, softly.

Anna shook her head and acknowledged.

He paused for a second; admiring just how beautiful the sight before him was. Anna was perfect, in the eyes of Edward.

He grabbed Anna by the hips and with one swift motion he pushed his slick cock into her virgin pussy. Anna inhaled and arched her back. The expression on her face was that of both pain and deep pleasure.

“Are you ok?”

Anna nodded her head and Edward pulled his cock partially out of her pussy. There was blood slowly leaking out of Anna’s pussy. Edward’s cock was had blood on it as well. He resumed pumping in and out of her pussy. She was so tight that he could feel her squeezing his cock each time he pushed in. Edward knew he was close to cumming. So he picked up his speed and began to push in harder and deeper.

“I’m going to cum inside you. You feel amazing” Edward appealed once more.

“ No, I’m not on birth control; remember?”

“Okay, Where do you want me to cum?“

"Come on my face.”

Edward kept pushing in and out and Anna was grinding her hips to meet his thrusts. Edward felt himself about to come. He pulled out and squeezed his cock at the base. Anna slid off the bed and got on her knees. Edward released his cock and started jerking it just inches from her face.

“Open your mouth.”

Anna did as she was told and Edward sent shot after shot onto Anna’s face. Both eyes were hit and closed shut. Another hit her in the middle of the forehead and several landed in her hair. Anna’s face was covered. It was warm and sticky and now running down off her chin and onto her tits.

“Oh my god! That was fucking crazy. I’ve never came like that in my life. Are you okay?”

“I need a towel please.” Anna laughed letting Edward know she was fine.  Then  Anna cleaned her face and sat down.

There was no sofa in the room; so they just sat by each other in the lounge chairs. He held her hand, without a word. After some minutes she quietly got up and began to put her dress back on. Edward also began to get dressed.

Edward broke the long silence,

“Do you want to come with me to Miami? I’m leaving as soon as we are done here. I’d love to have you with me.”

Anna was caught off guard, was but pleased to know Edward wanted her to be by his side. Inwardly she was smitten by him. She didn’t want to think of this experience as prostitution. She wanted to believe it was more.

“I wish I could go with you, but I told Maria that I would work tonight.”

“You don’t understand. I want you to be with me. You do not have to work here anymore. Let’s get to know each other and have some fun. If things don’t work out, I’ll take care of you financially and you can come back home.”

“Why me? You must have woman throwing themselves at you.”

“I’m not interest in anyone that’s only interested in my money. I want you. You haven’t been corrupted by life just yet. You’re still so innocent. That’s why I wanted to meet you. Do you want to take a chance on me?”

Anna paused for a moment. Maybe it is more, she hoped.

“Get me out of this place.” Anna said with a smile. She leaned into Edward and gave him a long kiss, pressing her body into his.

He came up for air and said; “Get your things together.” as he hugged her.

“What about Maria?”

“Let’s just leave. She can keep the money I deposited in your account. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t ever have met you.”

Anna and Edward gathered their belongings and got dressed. They walked by Maria’s office and boarded the elevator. Before the doors closed, Maria came out and stopped them from leaving.

“You we’re going to leave without saying goodbye? You guys look great together. Best wishes, Anna! Good luck Edward.” Maria smiled at them and turned away. Her matchmaking was successful.

“We left you a really big tip.” Said Anna as they both waved.

Anna and Edward clasped each other’s hand to conclude a very unusual day.

The elevator door closed.

By DDSECRETS for Literotica

Survivors savor the joy of living, and their bravery turns to romantic discovery.By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



Luckily for me, my room was on the ground floor, as my building has no elevators. I had my key on a lanyard around my neck, and I unlocked the door. I let her precede me inside, and I shut the door once I got in. She looked around the room, which I usually keep fairly neat, but lately it's been immaculate. I am not as active with crutches, so I've stayed in a fair bit the last couple of weeks. And I clean when I get bored.

"Your room is so neat. I expected, um, sorry, a pigsty. You know, 'guy'?"

"It's not usually this nice, but I've been staying in a lot recently." Tapping my cast for emphasis.

She looked at my leg, then asked "Can I sign your cast?"

"Only if I can sign yours." I negotiated.

"Deal. Got a pen?" She inquired.

"Desk, top drawer." I responded, and suddenly thought. Oh No. "Uh, I'll get one for you."

She was too quick, you know, having moveable feet and all, and she pulled the drawer open. First thing she sees is the unopened box of condoms my dorm buddies gave me for Christmas.



Her eyebrows rose, and she put a finger on the still-sealed box. Then she turned bright red, and picked up a sharpie.

"Your cast is covered up, I can't get at it." she said in a slightly quavering voice. She looked nervous and fidgety. I knew I was nervous as all hell. That box of condoms was meant as a joke, as I was notorious for not getting anywhere with the ladies. I'd kissed a couple of girls, but that was as far as I'd ever gotten. I just wasn't able to pursue them the way other guys did. I always backed off. Just couldn't put myself forward like that.

I looked down at my leg, covered by the sweatpants. It took every ounce of bravery I could muster to open my mouth and say the words. "I'll have to uncover it I guess."

She knelt in front of me. I could see how nervous she was. Hell, I could feel how nervous I was. "Suzanne? I, uh, I never-"

"Me too." She affirmed.

I looked in her eyes and asked; "Are you sure?"

"Yes." she said, and she reached for my waistband.

"Wait." I interrupted.

She stopped, and had a fearful expression on her face, like I'd just said something that hurt her. Damn, that hurts me, to see her look of feeling rejected.

"Let me get on the bed first, this chair is so uncomfortable."

"Oh, Okay. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, just hold the chair still?"

She got behind it, and I heard her say "Hey there's brakes." Once the brakes were set, it was easy to get out of the chair and sat the bed. She unset the brakes and slipped the chair into the corner, then knelt down before me again. This time I leaned back on my elbows & she reached out to pull down my sweats with a little more confidence. She got them to my knees, and stopped to pull off the shoe on my good leg.

The sweats slipped off my legs, leaving me semi-reclined in my polo shirt and briefs. The briefs were definitely bulging now. She stared at my crotch for long enough that I became self-conscious, and I blushed almost as red as she was.

Grinning big, she picked up the sharpie, then wrote a note on my cast.

"To Robert, I saved myself for the one who saved my life, Suzanne"

It was difficult to read from my angle, so she read it out loud to me. My heart started to race, and I felt a little dizzy. "Really?" I said.

She blushed harder, as if that were even possible, and looked at the floor.

"I think I've been saving myself for someone like you, too." I said.

She looked up at me, with what I thought was panic at first, but the smile that grew from that look was anything but panicked. I held out my hand for the pen. She sat to my left and held out her arm. It was covered by her blouse, so I said "Uh, It's covered".

"Then you'll have to uncover it I guess," she beamed.

She shifted up over me and I reached up with trembling fingers to work the front buttons on her silky long sleeved top. It felt like I had never operated a button in my life, I was so uncoordinated. But I finally got the job done, and her blouse fell open. I slid it off her far shoulder, and she pulled her left arm free. I stared in wonder at her tits. She didn't have a bra on, probably because she needed both hands to get it on and off. Oh My Fucking God.

I absently drew her blouse off her right shoulder, and slid the puffy long sleeve down & off her right arm and it's cast. Only then did I take in the veritable wonder of an actual pair of real live breasts in front of my eyes. "Wow" I said with bright eyes. Her tits were a smaller B cup, with areolas a shade darker than her skin tone, and stiff little nipples poking out.

"They're not too small?" she timidly asked.

"God no, wow! You're beautiful!" I said with a giddiness I couldn’t suppress.

She blushed and looked away shyly for a second. I remembered the pen in my hand, so I had her lay on her back so I could write on her cast.

"To Suzanne, saving each other, saved for each other, Robert"

As I was capping the pen her left hand pulled me down against her, and her lips rushed to meet mine. I had thought she had nice lips when I kissed her earlier, but that was mostly one-sided. This was phenomenal. I dropped the pen somewhere, and wrapped my arms around her. We kissed like this for minutes, or maybe it was days, I dunno, I didn't care. She lay half across my lap, and I bent over her, our lips and tongues entwined for such a glorious time.

It was never like this. I was always so nervous trying to kiss a girl before, but this was passion and perfection. We finally had to come up for air, and she smiled sweetly at me as she lay back on my bed. I guess that's when she felt my erection pressing into her hip. Her eyes went wide, then she grinned up at me.

"Am I as fetching as you thought?"

"Yeah, fetching is not the half of it. Arousing, beautiful, and literally stunning. I have no more words."

"Shall I get the, um, the box, from your desk?" she offered.

"Not yet." I replied, hobbling up off the bed, then guiding her to her feet. I undid the zipper on her slacks, and slipped them down to pile up around her ankles. She kicked her shoes off and stepped out of her slacks. "Damn" I said. She was so pale and delicate. Not a small girl, probably the same height as me, but she was certainly slimmer than I was, overall.

Her hands seemed to want to cover her boobs, but she fought that urge, standing before me as a lover, not a recently met stranger. I was drawn to her, & I could feel the pull, like gravity between us. She tentatively reached toward me, and I realized she wanted me as naked as she was, so we peeled off my polo shirt.

She gasped, looked me up and down, her gaze settling on the sharply defined summit in my underwear. She reached out again, and clumsily pulled down the front of my briefs with her left hand. I hooked my thumb into the waistband behind me and it made her mission move along quickly. But as she leaned down to complete the descent, she nearly got poked in the eye.

"Oh dear" she said as my stiff cock sprang free of its confinement and pointed upward toward her. "That's so... different. Bigger." Her eyes were wide now as she took in what was apparently her first sight of a full erection.

I reached for her, and she started to back away, so I laid back down and waited. She fidgeted some more, some kind of internal debate, and then she knelt and leaned right up to me, nodding. "Okay" she said.

I reached down again, and ever so slowly peeled her panties off. Fuck. A neat little triangle of sparse, dark hair was there, just above a puffy slit. I'd seen lots of porn, but this was not like any of that. All those porn stars shaved and trimmed and waxed away everything. This was whatever she had, all of it, come as you are.

Her panties dropped to her knees, and I said "Wow. You're beautiful."

"You think so?" she asked.

"Oh yes, I know so." I said with conviction.

She smiled, then shifted nervously and flipped her panties to the floor. Then she paused again, a fleeting glance back to the desk.

"Lay down here with me for a while." I said.

Relaxing the tiniest bit, she laid alongside and half on me, and we embraced, as best we could with two limbs encased in plaster. We kissed again, and it was similar to before, but the extra skin contact made the sensation so much better. I put my hands to use, stroking her back, her neck, her breasts, and her thighs as she shivered from my touch. Then she shifted onto her side and her left hand was around the back of my neck, drawing our kiss closer, pressing her pert tits into my chest, crushing me to her. As before, we kissed forever, it seemed. Once she let up on her clutching me, I gently rolled her onto her back, on the bed.

I wanted to see that pussy. To touch it, smell it, taste it! I'd read about eating a girl out, I'd watched innumerable videos, and now I had the opportunity to try it. Some guys said it was gross, and wouldn't do it. Some said it was the best way to get a girl worked up, so don't mind the smell and taste, just do it. Me, I just wanted to find out what it was like, I didn't care if it was good or bad, I was gonna do this.

Gently, I scooted myself up, then farther down the bed. I pushed her legs apart, and she watched in wonder as I leaned down to look at her. Wow, this was amazing. "You're beautiful" I said to her pussy. I leaned right in and kissed her patch. There was a sharp sour tang to her, but it wasn't bad, just new, different. I swept my tongue along her slit, picking up even more of her strong flavour. Inside, it was different, still not good or bad, I guessed that this was just what a pussy tasted like.

Again and again I lapped at her, and she got wetter and wetter. Her knees bent as she opened herself up, inviting me farther inside. This wetness might have been me drooling on her, or her arousal, I didn't know. She was making joyous little noises up there, in time to my activities with my tongue. That felt good, really good, to me! I caressed her thighs, then ran my fingers through her delicate fur, and her hips moved in a way I had never imagined I would ever see. I could FEEL her arousal in that motion, she was so happy with what I was doing, and that made me happy!

I knew her clitoris was supposed to be up here somewhere, so I began licking at the apex of her slit. Her soft cries and shudders let me now when I found it. Yes, there she was, and when I used my tongue the way I saw in those videos, she reacted with an astonishing cry and multiple thrusts of her hips. She practically bounced on the bed and yelped in her efforts to seemingly avoid my tongue and ram herself onto it at one and the same time.

Her hand came down to twine her fingers in my hair, not too push me away, or even to draw me in, but just to make contact, to be part of what was happening to her. I continued to lick her clit gently, and her hips began a hypnotic rolling motion, over and over, slowly cycling up and down.

I put a finger down where I thought her opening was, and moved it around, between her slick labia. I found what I sought, and as my finger slipped inside of her, the tone of her soft noises changed, from one of languid pleasure to one of lust and need. I continued this double activity, which came so much easier to me than the old patting-head and rubbing-tummy trick. I always botched that, but not this!

I had thought that I'd made her cum a while earlier, when she'd made that louder noise, but I was wrong, or perhaps this was a new order of magnitude for her. This time her entire body tensed up, and she shook and made small gasping sounds for a half a minute. Now her hand was pushing me away, her breath rasping in her throat, as she'd had enough of this.

"Oh, Robert" she whispered hoarsely.

I sat up and let my casted leg hang over the side of the bed. Then I looked down upon her, spread out before me, spread eagle, gasping for air in her glory.

"Did I do OK?" I asked.

She laughed weakly, then said; "I didn't know it could be like that."

"Me neither." I admitted.

"Do, do we need those uh, things now?"

"Condoms. Yes, we'll need those, I hope?" I eager looked at her.

"I'd get them, but I can't seem to move right now,” she revealed. “Can I catch my breath for a bit?" She was still breathing heavily.

"That's Okay, we’re in no hurry,” I assured her.

I felt like I would never tire of watching her when she was naked and aroused. Beautiful, amazing. After a while she struggled to sit up, difficult with one arm and tangled up with another person in bed. She stepped over to the desk and got out that box, then brought it to me. She sat down on the side of the bed and watched closely as I opened it and pulled out a strip of condoms. A folded instruction sheet fell out in my lap, and she picked it up. I tore one of the condom packages off the strip as she unfolded the paper & flipped it over to read the English side. I peered over her shoulder at the little diagram, and tore open the packet. Suzanne dropped the paper and looked closely at what I was doing as I squeezed the tip and rolled it on.

"That's it?" she asked.

"Yup, I think so,” I surmised.

She lifted her cast-encased arm and said "How do we do this?"

"You on top, I think."

"On top?" she asked, "I don't understand."

"Can I show you a video?" I offered.

"Oh, Okay. You mean like, a porn video?"

"Uh huh, so you can see what position might work."

"O, kay?"

She got up, unplugged my laptop, and brought it over, placing it on our laps. I surfed to a site I knew had good videos. I typed ‘cowgirl’ in the search box and scrolled through the resulting thumbnails. I soon found a promising one, and clicked on it. I had to fast forward through a lot of it, and she said "Go back to that last part."

I backed up a bit and she watched in rapt fascination as a girl on the screen took a guy's cock deep into her mouth. "Can I try that?" she asked.

"Sure! if you want."

The girl on the screen pulled away and continued to stroke the guy, his cum splattering her face, then she took him back in to finish.

"Ewww. Maybe not."

"Like I said, only if you want."

"Well, you did that for me, so maybe I should do that for you, too."

"Let's find the bit we're looking for first."

I skipped forward a bit more, then found the cowgirl segment. "See, she's on top, our casts won't be in the way too much like that. Plus, it gives you the ability to take things along as you’re comfortable.”

We watched for a minute. "Okay, I can do that." she said.

Closing the laptop, she put it on the floor and slid it under the bed. She got off the bed, and let me shift around, and clambered back on. Straddling my thighs, she bit her lip and said, "It's supposed to hurt the first time, isn't it?"

"I think so. You'll have to be gentle." That’s why I wanted us to try it this way.

She nodded, then reached down and grasped my cock. She took a few minutes to fondle and stroke my cock, with a look of curiosity, desire, and giddiness. She knelt straight up, and shifted her body forward to align her new play tool with her cunt, moving her hips and my cock, to find the right spot. Once engaged, she withdrew her hand and sank halfway down onto me.

She froze, with a curious look on her face.

"Huhhhh" she groaned.

"Oh god, Suzanne" I said, basking in the hot wet tightness of her pussy. It was incredible. I was gonna cum, and soon, this was so astonishingly good!

She was descended in front of me, pert breasts caped with tight hard nipples, hair hanging in disarray about her face, and her pussy - holy fuck - I could see my cock impaling her. Labia distended and wrapped around my shaft, and the sensations from inside her were amazing! As she raised back up, my cock looked like it had a pussy doughnut encircling it.

It was like some weird sheathed hand, wrapped around my cock, with rippling touches here and there. Her thousand-yard stare suddenly focused back on me, and she said "Wow" and slid down my shaft until she bottomed out. "That didn't hurt at all" she whispered in awe. "That feels so good! You feel so big inside me."

Recalling the video we'd previewed, she started humping and grinding and bouncing on my shaft. I was trying not to cum yet, I wanted to please her first, and luckily, what she was doing wasn't over stimulating me. Except visually, I was getting so turned on by the sight of a naked girl getting turned on by my own cock! And guys are visual creatures, so it was difficult to hold back.

But she did cum again, and hard, and I could feel it from the inside. Her orgasm was a rippling and clenching of muscles, both inside her pussy, and over her whole body. Her arms, her legs, her abs, everything tensed and shook. Maybe there’s nothing so visually erotic as watching a sexy woman having a massive trance orgasm.

And that was all I could stand before I exploded.

I thought the condom was gonna explode, I pumped so much cum into it. The sight of her there, on me, cumming, fuck that was intense.

When it had passed, she opened her eyes in wonder and looked down at me. "Oh god Robert, this is amazing! You're amazing." All I could do was smile up at her. Then she said "Did you finish yet?"

"Oh Yeah." I assured her.

She smiled with a deep sense of accomplishment, then asked me; "Can I try that mouth thing?" Her innocence is so sexy.

"A blowjob?" I asked.

"That's a blowjob?” she seemed inquisitive. “I heard other people talk about it, but was always afraid to ask what it was. I really want to try that."

She rose up off of me and tried to get the condom off. Left handed wasn't working well, so I removed it, and asked her to reach over to the desk for some tissues to clean up. "Thanks" she said, then she went around to the foot of the bed and crawled up to get at my cock.

She sat cross-legged and leaned down to get closer to her new favorite sex toy.

She held my semi-flaccid cock and gave the tip a tentative lick first, then smiled at me and licked harder. She spent a minute or so licking me like a popsicle. “Wow, you taste sorta salty and manly” she observed. Then she took my head into her mouth and I gasped and whimpered "Please, No teeth".

"Sorry." she said. Then I was engulfed again, and she hummed on me, which was so very stimulating. Pulling off she commented "You taste good! Probably better than me." Then she was back at it, and now her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. This was too much, too stimulating. The view I had, plus the feel of her tongue on me, was enough to set me right off. My first blowjob lasted 30 seconds before I blew.

I groaned, and said "Now", and she sealed her lips around me, lapping her tongue repeatedly over the sensitive underside of my head. I think I whimpered, and I may have said something, I have no idea. My orgasm was a completely different thing from what I got from masturbating. This was so powerful it was excruciating. I could feel her tongue lapping at me as I shot load after load into her mouth. I don't think I ever came so much before in my life. Her eyes were wide in surprise as she kept working on me, swallowing what I gave, and teasing out more.

I finally ran dry and started to wilt, and she pulled away. "Wow" she said, "that was cool. You taste good, too. I like blowjobs, they're fun!"

I laid back, floating in post orgasmic bliss.

She crawled up alongside & cuddled with me. It took a few tries to get comfortable with our casts in the way. There we were, to newly deflowered teens, both buck-nekked except for the white casts covering two limbs. We were in sweaty bliss from some great first-time, multiple-orgasm sex. The afterglow was heavenly.

Then we got chilled and we had to untangle ourselves to get under the blankets. The adrenaline was gone, our lust was sated, and sleep took us both.

That was one April Fools joke that both failed and succeeded in a most spectacular manner.

Tomorrow will reveal what troubles await those who endangered two virgins’ lives, but It couldn’t have turned out any better for Suzanne & Robert.

By SilverFoxMullet for Literotica

An April Fools Prank Goes AwryBy SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.




Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.

When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid afternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.

"Aw fuck!" I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.

"Hey, are you all right?" the guy asks.

"No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck."

"Don't move it, I'll find the ski patrol. Hang on." He skied away to get help.

30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?"

"I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he'd send the ski patrol."

The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled "Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are."

Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what's wrong. This other guy said "Good luck!" to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they're loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they're used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.

I called my Dad, who said he'd fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet’. He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they'd drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.

I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.

We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.

Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that's pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn't get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower OK.

I wasn't going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they'd drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great.

"Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car." Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B.

"OK" my Dad says, "Your mother can drive you there, and I'll follow in your car, then we'll drive back together."

"Awesome, sounds like a plan!"

The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.

My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?

Then it was time to head back to school. I'd been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.

The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there's elevators everywhere but I didn't know where most of them were.

First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that's for sure.

I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who'd had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we'd make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can't talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.

The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.

One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!"

"Where'd you steal that from?" I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone's chair.

"No No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It's legit, dude!"

"All right! Let's check out my new ride then!" I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away.

"Where we goin?" I asked.

"It's a surprise." says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can't see where we're going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair's armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there's not much I could do, except literally ride this out.

They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. EventuallyI had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they've come up with.

I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I’m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.

I think there's a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She's quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest.

"Hey. Hey, wake up." I said.

No response, she's just sitting there, draped over my lap. She's warm and breathing, so it's not a manikin or something. I wondered if she's okay.

I started to shift a bit, can't use my arms because they're taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn't work, and now I'm afraid that if I move too much she'll fall off onto the floor.

"Hey, uh, miss, wake up." louder. She's out of it. I turn my head to the side so I'm not yelling in her ear and holler "Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!" Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?

'Now what'. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn't enough to wake the girl. I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it's a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I'll just wait for her to wake up, and we'll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.

The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.

More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I'm gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don't get out of here right now. I've tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn't gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?

I'm desperate now. "Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!"

Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I'll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting.

I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dyin' here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.

She's got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first ‘tongue-kiss’. Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.

Surprised, I pull back, and say "Oh thank god you're awake, help me up!"

She startled, yelping at me, "Who are you?!"

"Help me, please, I'm gonna piss my pants! Untie me!"

In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She's kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It's the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times.

"Hurry!" I pleaded.

She struggled off me, and stood. “Where the hell did you take me!” she demanded.
I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn’t know which building. Then I said; “But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I’m bound to this wheelchair.

She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she's pulling at it, she's obviously not left handed.

I'm not gonna make it, and I looked around. We're in a janitor's room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs."

She's quick on the uptake, I'll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. "Pull my pants down, hurry."

"What? No!" she protested.

"Arrrrggghhh. Please, I'm gonna wet myself." I grind out through my clenched teeth.

She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs.

"You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?"

I can see she's not happy with the situation, and she's fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my ‘hose’ toward the container.

I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.

Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious.

"Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks."

She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I'm all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there's a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that's never happened before.

That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, "Ew" she says.

"Just wipe it on my sweats, it's OK." I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn't help with my ever increasing boner of course.

She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. "Do you smell smoke?" she asked.

It's my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there's smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn't it still going off? "Quick, help me get this tape off!" She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say "No, leave that, just get me undone!"

She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. "Check the door." I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.

She tried the light switch but it doesn't work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. "It's locked!" she says.

"From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous."

"Is there really a fire, do you think?"

"I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold."

"What do we do?" She started frantically searching her pockets and said; "I can't find my phone!"

"I didn't even bring mine to the party. No pockets."

The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. "Here, block up the crack under the door with these!"

I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness. But now the room is black. "Now what?" she said.

I shrugged, "I guess we wait and hope."

"I'm scared." she said in a small voice.

"Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first." She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it's got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. "We're OK for now." I tell her.

I smelled her hair again, as she's crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don't even know her name. "I'm Robert by the way. Robert Green."

"Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.", she informed me.

"I'd say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I'm ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated."

She giggled, my goofy sense of humour somehow helped in this situation. "I'm glad to meet you too, Robert."

"So how did you get here?"

"I don't know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me." She blushed again.

"Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?"

"Oh. Shit.” She seemed to recall. “I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked? I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time."

"Oh, yeah, you don't want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants."

She blushed and giggled. "I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before."

"Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before."

"It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like...'

"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I'm bound to get aroused."

Her eyes went wide at that statement. "Oh" she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I'm pretty?"

"Well, yeah, of course. You're what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching'"

She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment.

"Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?"

"Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don't be offended, it's just circumstances, you know?"

She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying "I didn't think so." Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.

I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You're very pretty, and definitely arousing."

She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh." she said. "Thank you."

Just then we heard a muffled sound of footsteps outside the door. We both yelled, and I grabbed a mop handle and rapped it against the door. The door opened, and a cloud of smoke poured in. A firefighter stood there, looking surprised behind his breathing apparatus. He hollered for help, and we were soon moved briskly from the building.

I was parked in my wheelchair next to the ambulance, where Suzanne was sitting on a gurney. We both had been given oxygen and been checked over for injuries. We told campus security about how we came to be there, and they got really grim. I named names, because I could've died there, we both could've died. It was a prank, but it went sideways pretty fast when that fire broke out. Cops came over and Suzanne also named a couple of girls who she thought were in on it too. Now we were finally cleared to go.

"Can I walk you back to the dorms?" I asked.

She laughed, "Don't you mean wheel me? You can't walk."

"Can too, if I had my crutches. My idiot friends left me with this chair."

"Okay, then, let's go." She beamed.

Off we went. She couldn't push me with just one hand, and I was crap at navigating that chair, but we eventually got back to the residence. We chatted amiably along the way, getting to know each other. She was really easy to talk to, unlike most girls I've tried to talk to. Maybe that was it, I wasn't chatting her up.

She was 18, a biology major, living in in the next dorm over. I told her I was in second year Computer Science, in the nearby dorm, so I had a single room.

I told her how I broke my leg, skiing near Gatineau, and the really long day I had as a result. "How did you break your arm?"

"Skating. I'm usually a good skater but sometimes you just fall wrong. I spent most of that same day in the ER, just like you. It's really hard to get dressed and shower and stuff with this thing."

"I know, believe me, I know all about it."

We were both so fired up on adrenaline after our ordeal there was no way we could sleep. "Would you like to, uh, come over to my room, for a bit? After all this, I'm not tired, and I'd be bored doing just nothing. We could talk for a while." Oh, nice, I thought, smooth man, very smooth. NOT.

She blushed, and it must've been a good one, to be visible in the dim light along the sidewalk. "I, uh, yeah. Yes. Yes I will." she stated with a bravado she didn't appear to have.

I smiled up at her. "I promise to behave, Okay?"

"What if I don't want you to behave?" she smirked.

"Then you're going to have to make your wishes known, in no uncertain terms. I don't do the pushy guy thing very well."

"I want to go to your room with you," she declared.

To be continued.

By SilverFoxMullet for Literotica