Chapter III

After leaving Laurie’s house, I went home and showered and changed clothes. The telephone rang about an hour later, and pretending I didn’t know about Aunt Betty’s being there, Laurie invited me over for dinner. The three of us had dinner together, and then Laurie and I volunteered to clean up the kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher. During dinner and even now Laurie seemed to sparkle with a new animation. There was a glow about her that hadn’t shown before, and it was very becoming.

Laurie had put on pants and a blouse that complemented the blue of her eyes, and her appearance together with this aspect of her personality made her even more desirable. I ached to reach out and hold her in my arms just as she had been only a short time before down in the den. I whispered to her so that Aunt Betty couldn’t possible hear, “Laurie, maybe it’s that outfit you have on, but I’ve never seen you look prettier. God, Laurie, you’re more than pretty, right now you’re absolutely beautiful.”

Laurie leaned toward me, lightly brushed her lips across mine, and with a little soft, almost secret, smile whispered back, “Maybe you’re just now really seeing me as a girl. Anyway, you’ve got to quit saying things like that when other people are around.” Then with an impish smile, she said, “That keeps me from collecting my penance.”

“Okay, I promise to be good,” I whispered, smiling back.

“And you always keep your promises,” she whispered, laughing softly into my ear. Turning serious, she continued, “I really mean it, Danny. We have to be careful and act just like we always do. We can’t give anyone ideas about us.”

“Yeah. You’re right, I know. I really do promise I’ll watch myself.”

The three of us watched television in the den for a couple of hours, and then I decided I had better go home and get ready for bed. I had been home for about thirty minutes when all our folks drove up. I listened to stories about Bridgeport for a while and then turned in. I slept soundly, with no disturbing dreams of Laurie.

The next evening, I went over to Laurie’s to study for an English exam. We had several classes together and often studied together. We went to her bedroom to use her study desk. Although it was not unusual for us to shut the bedroom door in order to study, this time we left it open. As soon as we were seated, Laurie quietly cautioned, “Now you be sure and behave yourself.”

Half-irritated, I replied, “I said I’d be good, didn’t I?”

Laurie stroked her hand across my cheek and said, “I’m sorry, Danny. It’s just that we can’t be too careful.”

“Well, you’re not helping matters any,” I replied, looking her up and down. She was dressed in cutoffs that barely covered her crotch and the bottoms of her buttocks and her tight tanktop exposed every line in her bra.

“Oh, gosh, Danny, I’m sorry. I’m not used to guys being interested in me, and I didn’t think how I might affect you. I guess it’s my turn to say I’ll behave.” I could tell from her expression that she genuinely was sorry, and I yearned to reach out and hold her and ask her forgiveness for scolding.

We finished studying around 9:00 o’clock and went down to the kitchen to have cookies and milk. After swallowing the last drop of milk, I picked up my book, told Laurie I’d see her at school the next day, and headed out the back door to go home. Laurie followed me out to the dark of the back porch and whispered, “Wait, Danny.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“I just found out all our folks are going back to Bridgeport Wednesday evening,” Laurie whispered excitedly. “They won’t be back to around midnight. Aunt Betty is even going this time.”

“Does that mean…?” I softly said.

Laurie nodded her head, and with a look of elation, whispered, “Yes, yes, yes. It means we can continue…it means we can continue our…er, our dancing lessons,” she finally said. “That is,” she said with a return of that impish smile, “you already have something planned for Wednesday evening.”

I reached out, pulled Laurie up close to me, and whispered directly into her ear, “Well, I had planned to stay home and read War and Peace.”

Laughing softly, Laurie hit me on the shoulder and said, “You’ll pay for that.”

Holding her even closer, I murmured into her ear, “Laurie, you’re the only thing in my plans.” She wrapped both arms around my neck and snuggled up real close. I touched her chin, turned up her mouth to mine, and kissed her deeply. She opened her mouth to me, and our tongues fought a fencing duel. Her hips pushed toward mine, and our whole bodies embraced. My cock sprung to its full rigidity, and through the scant cover her cutoffs provided, she could feel the knot it formed. She pushed hard against it, broke the kiss, and whispered, “Umm, you’re just going to have to put that on hold for a while.” Then she reached out the tip of her tongue, brushed it across my ear lobe, and with a laugh so soft I could only feel it through our embrace, she murmured, “Maybe you can take a cold shower.”

Laurie pulled away from me, and turning serious, said, “Danny, I’m sorry. That was mean. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll have some…uh…some surprises for you Wednesday.”

“Surprises? What kind of surprises?”

“Silly, they won’t be surprises if I tell you. Now you run home and develop some patience.”

As I turned away, Laurie softly said, “Oh, Danny.”


“Have a nice shower.”

I picked up a newspaper that was on the back porch and threw it at her.


I thought Wednesday would never arrive. First, I was fearful for the whole time that something would arise to make our parents change their minds or keep them from going. Second, I had stayed in almost a constant state of erection for those two days, and had to change shorts twice a day because I kept soaking them with pre-cum. I had been tempted several times to beat off to relieve the pressure, but each time decided to wait, to save it all for our “lesson time.”

All my fears came to naught, though, and 6:00 o’clock Wednesday evening, our parents and Aunt Betty drove off. I waited for fifteen minutes to make certain none of them had forgotten something they would have to return for and then slipped out the back door and over to Laurie’s house. I didn’t know what to expect when I got there-whether she would be waiting for me in the nude or what. As it was, she wasn’t. In fact, she was dressed more fully that usual, with a loose blouse and long, full skirt. Just as before, though, she had barely touched up with make-up, and just as before, she was stunningly beautiful.

The way she was dressed confused me, though. Last Monday, when we couldn’t do anything, she had dressed like a little sexpot. This evening, when we were alone, she was dressed like a girl from the Catholic high school. What kind of signals was she sending-had she reverted to shyness with me, had she changed her mind about our “dancing lessons?”

Laurie stepped up to me, put her hands behind my neck, and said, “Oh, Danny, I’ve been so nervous. I’ve been so afraid something would happen and we’d have to call this evening off.”

“I’ve had exactly the same sort of feelings,” I said. Because of being thrown off by her signals, I was uncertain how to proceed. I desperately needed for her to give some sort of clear signal, to somehow point in a direction that would lead the way. The last thing I wanted was to do something that would turn her away from me, and I hoped she would indicate what she wanted to do.

Luckily, she came to the rescue by saying, “Let’s go down to the den and put on some music.”

When we got down to the den, I saw the lights had been turned down dim. My hopes soared and my heart beat a little faster. Even so, I still wasn’t certain that could be considered a sure signal-the lights could have been turned that way accidentally. As soon as we got into the room, Laurie went over to the stereo and turned it on. The music to “Three Times a Lady,” a song Laurie knew to be one of my favorites, came out. Laurie held out her arms to me and said, “Come dance with me, Danny.”

Now I really was confused. Laurie had referred to this evening as our “dance lesson,” and I thought she was just using a cute euphemism-now I wondered if “dance lesson” had been what she really meant. She moved against me, and nestling close, put her head on my shoulder. Holding her like that felt exactly right, and even if nothing else happened, I felt myself fortunate. The music was some of my favorites, I had the joy of holding Laurie’s body up against mine, and if that was all I would get, then that’s what I’d happily accept. Laurie put her hand to the back of my neck and lightly caressed it. I could hear her breathing into my ear and responded by caressing her back.

Suddenly, Laurie’s tongue reached out and ran lightly in a little circle around my ear lobe. There must be a direct nerve between the ear and the cock because my cock immediately sprang to attention. I had been half-hard till this, but now my cock bloomed to its full dimension, pressing against the front of my jeans. Laurie felt the surge and pressed herself hard against it. With her mouth right at my ear, I could hear her breathing become harder and faster. Nothing could be a clearer signal than that.

I put my hands down to Laurie’s buttocks and pulled her in even harder against my bulge. The pressure made my cock throb and put out such a stream of pre-cum that I could feel a large circle of hot wetness all around it. Very slowly, I started to ease her skirt up. I wanted to put my hands on her panties, to move my hands under them and caress her bare skin, make direct contact with the sweet little handfuls of her buttocks. I pulled the skirt almost to her waist and then put my hands down, feeling for the silken smoothness of her panties. Instead of silk, I felt the soft, hot globules of her ass and the crevice that separated them. Laurie was completely bare under her skirt. Under the chaste, full skirt, Laurie was completely uncovered. I had been looking for subtle signals, and she was hitting me between the eyes, instead. I gently kneaded the twin little ripe melons of her ass and murmured, “Oh, Laurie, Laurie.”

“That’s my first surprise,” Laurie whispered.

“First surprise? There’s others?”

“In time, Mr. Impatience. First, you have to make up penance for all the times you had to miss. A kiss for each nice thing you’ve said,” Laurie said, turning her face up to mine and opening her mouth for a kiss.

“Oh, what a punishment,” I said, my mouth hungrily seeking hers. “I’m going to have to watch the things I say.”

Our mouths fought with each other, lip against lip, tongue against tongue. She opened her’s wider, completely surrounding mine, and nibbled and ate on my mouth. Her tongue licked over my lips and all around my mouth. She bit down gently on my lower lip, pulling it into her mouth, and sucked and fed on it.

My hands continued to make love to her buttocks, to caress the flesh so close to her center. I moved my fingers into their dividing cleft and slowly traced downward, seeking out the feminine treasures hidden below. Further down, the crevice was wet, coated with her hot, slippery, sexual creams. I moved my fingers up and down, sliding in the hot slickness of her lower crevice. I worked two fingers down even further, to where I could feel the beginning of the hot, swamp of her woman sex. The whole area between her legs was wet, wetter even than she had been before. Cream coated the inside of her thighs, running in little rivers down her legs.

I stroked my fingers across the inside of her thighs and Laurie spread them apart, giving me greater access. Her breath panted into my mouth and her tongue made crazy gyrations in and around my mouth. I dipped a finger into the liquid pudding of her pussy and rubbed around the edge of her vaginal opening. She moaned and pressed the Vee of her sex even harder against my cock bulge. Still holding the kiss, Laurie pulled her hips away from mine and lowered her hand to the front of my jeans. She moved her fingers over and around the bulge, and cupped and gently squeezed it. It was my turn now to gasp, and I panted and moaned into her mouth. Laurie finally broke the kiss just a little. Holding her lips so that they just brushed against mine, she said, “Let’s get naked.”

I reached for the buttons on her blouse to undo them, and she said, “No…I want to do it. I want to undress for you. Just sit down there and let me put on the Laurie Show.” Dumbfounded at my good fortune, I sat down on the sofa, my heart beating fast and my cock throbbing in anticipation of Laurie’s show.

Laurie stood there in front of me and slowly ran her tongue over her lips, making them even wetter and more pouty. The music was still playing, and with half-closed eyes she started swaying to the music’s slow beat. Her hands went to the front of her blouse and with agonizingly slow movements, she unbuttoned it. Moving the loosened front of her blouse, she flashed me a glimpse of one bra-covered breast and then the other. The turned her back to me, and working the blouse loose from her arms, she shrugged and it fell to the floor. She slowly turned back, her hands in front, each covering a breast. In a graceful motion, she sat down on the floor, carefully spreading the skirt so it covered almost all of her, and removed her shoes and socks. She then stood, deliberately giving me a momentary view of her thighs. Although Laurie was still mostly dressed with skirt and bra still on, the pure sensuality of her actions coupled with the anticipation of what was still to be seen had me gasping and drooling: gasping for breath and drooling a flood of excited pre-seminal secretions. I caught myself holding my breath and had to force myself to breathe normally.

Laurie next put her hands behind her back, feeling for the catch of her bra. I could see the cups fall loose from her breasts as the catch came undone. She turned her back to me once more and shrugged the straps from off her shoulders. When she turned back, she was holding the cups in place. Slowly she let the right one fall away, revealing the full breast, its nipple, and crinkled areola. The other cup fell away and her arm and bra fell to her side. Her breasts were now completely bare, nipples upright at rigid attention. She let the bra fall to the floor and then threw back her shoulders, raising her mounds to stand proudly in all their magnificence. She put her finger tips to her mouth, licked them, and then ran the saliva over her nipples and areolas, teasing them to even greater rigidity. She looked directly into my eyes, and the look told me she was enjoying showing her body to me.

Catching the beat of the music again, Laurie started once again to sway-her eyes hooded over and half-closed. She put her hands under her breasts and caressed them. Then, slowly, the hands stroked down her exposed middle to the top of her skirt. She undid the button and the skirt loosened from her waist. I held my breath in anticipation of its fall to the floor, of the awaited view of the very essence of Laurie’s sex. She thwarted my desires by catching the skirt and turning away from me. She dropped the skirt so that one buttock was revealed and then down even further so the mounds of both her perfect ass globes could be seen. Then she released the skirt and it fell to the floor, forming a circle about her feet. Her whole back was now totally revealed to me-the smooth arch and the cleft that split her ass and curved under to her hot core.

She stepped out of the circle of her skirt, spreading her thighs, and I had a brief glimpse of the swollen lips and glistening valley of her vulva. With a graceful pivot, she turned back to me. An arm now covered her breasts and a hand fanned in front of her sex, like a flesh-and-blood fig leaf. Then she lowered her arms to her side, closed her eyes, bowed her head, and stood immobile, an young Venus, a perfect nymph, a fully revealed child-woman. No where in the world could there have been someone more beautiful, a girl more desirable, a woman more sensual than Laurie was at that moment.

I realized I had been holding my breath through the final minutes of her revelation, and I gasped for air, dizzy-headed. I wanted to applaud, stamp my feet, stand up and cheer, but all I could do was sit there, struck mute. Before my very eyes, little shy Laurie had been transformed. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, Laurie’s new-found sexuality, her new sparkle, was turning her into a newer, even more beautiful and desirable woman.

Laurie walked to me, leaned over, and kissed me every so gently on the lips. When she did, her thighs spread and the lips of her sex split wide, revealing the whole secretion-coated area. Her juicy cream had continued to flow and covered the insides of her thighs almost down to the knees. I put my hand down and stroked through the slick coating, sliding up to make contact with her inflamed vulva. “Oh, I’m so wet,” she said. “Wetter than even last time. Without panties, I’m running just all over the place. I need to get a cloth and dry myself.”

“Don’t you dare,” I said. “I love the way you cream like that, and I want you keep all of it.” I put my whole palm against the inside of her thigh and stroked my hand through the slick juice, caressing from her knee to flax-covered edge of her labia.

Laurie pulled back from me and said, “No, not yet, Danny. You get naked first. Put me on a show now. Put me on a Danny show.” Then, dropping her hand so that her fingers stroked through her love juice, she said, “Make me even wetter, Danny.”

Though I knew anything I might do would appear clumsy, even ludicrous, compared to Laurie’s stunning and beautiful revelation of her body, I wanted more than anything in the world to please her, to try to give her pleasure in return for that she had just given me. So, in imitation her actions, I stood up, moved in front of her, and removed my shirt, slowly and what I hoped would be teasingly. Instead of sitting to remove my shoes, I lifted each foot and removed my shoes and socks that way. I undid the top button of my jeans, and slowly, inch by slow inch, lowered the zipper. The front of my jeans fell open, revealing my upper groin, still concealed by my Jockey shorts.

Laurie had been silent, watching my every movement. One of her hands had fallen to between her thighs, where she was tracing a small circle with her finger tips in the coating of wet cream that had flowed over her there. She seemed to be caught up in watching me and oblivious to her hand action. It may have been stimulating to her, but the sensuality of the action was even more stimulating to me. I continued to watch her hand as I slowly lowered my jeans downward to my thighs, allowing my pentup erection to fill out the front of my shorts. Laurie’s finger tips moved upward and stroked the crease that formed the line between her hip and mount of Venus, tracing the line back and forth. I pushed my jeans all the way to the floor and stepped out of them. Then I thrust out my hips, forcing my still-hidden but bulging hard-out out for her view. Laurie moved her fingers even higher, right along the edge of her labia, gently and idly stroking and caressing the beginnings of her pleasure center.

I turned my back to her then and started lowering the shorts down over the cheeks of my ass. I pulled them down below my hips and leaned over from the waist to remove them from my feet. I knew that pose would reveal my balls hanging down, the bush of hair surrounding them, and the base of my cock. I held the pose for more than necessary to give her a longer view. Then I turned back to her, my cock fully extended, inflamed, and dripping with my pre-cum flow. I stood still, the only movement being my cock’s little nods up and down as it throbbed in concert with each heart beat. Her fingers were actually in her pussy now, and lightly stroked over and around her clitoris. Whatever I may have thought of my show, it was obvious that Laurie liked it. She parted her legs even more, and throwing her head back and moving her hand over her whole soaking vulva, she said hoarsely, “Oh, God, Danny, I’m practically gushing.”

Then, without waiting for anything else from me, she stood, put one hand behind my head, and with lips spread open and tongue already extended, she put her mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. Her other hand dropped to my turgid cock and lightly stroked up and down its shaft. Drops of lubricant that had been building up in my cock flowed over her fingers, and she spread my male juices over the swollen head and vein-covered shaft. I groaned in the pure pleasure of her touch and thrust my swollen member against the hand causing me such sweet agony.

At the same time, my hands hungrily sought her body. I dipped one hand between her legs, feeling the oily secretions that flowed and covered her there. One finger moved lightly and lovingly between the gaping, engorged labial lips, then upward to flick across her inflamed love bud, her throbbing clitoris. She ground her whole pussy against my hand, and with an almost animal sound, growled into my mouth. She took my lower lip into her mouth, put it between her teeth, and with gentle little bites nibbled and sucked on it. “Danny, Danny,” she sighed, “I’ve been wanting this so bad. I’ve been wanting YOU so bad.”

“Oh, God, me, too. I’ve been hard ever since I left here Monday, knowing about tonight. All I could think about was seeing you like this, holding you like this, kissing you like this.” Our mouths came back together, and we ground our whole bodies against each other. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, and her hips thrust up against mine. Our thighs pressed together, and I could feel their wetness as they pressed against mine. My cock had pressed downward and was lodged in the hot, liquid tightness between her thighs. The lubricity and the heat of her sex made me throb and thrust against her. “Oh, Laurie, that’s so good…so, so good,” I murmured.

Laurie twisted her thighs together and the head of my cock slid down even further, down to where I could feel the beginning of the slope into her cavity. Oh, how I longed to thrust deeply into that pleasure place, to bury my hardness in its steamy heat. Reluctantly, I pulled back. Much more, and I might not have enough control to avoid driving my cock into her cavern and ripping apart the maidenhood that protected it. Laurie was my best friend, my cousin, my almost-sister, and now, my lover. I could not bear the thought of causing her any pain, most certainly the pain that would accompany penetration. And even if that could be avoided, the thought of her getting pregnant was nightmarish. Maybe it was because I had sensed our common plight, but from the time of my very first memories of Laurie and me, I had always felt protective of her, wanting to shield her from any pain or unhappiness. Even wanting her as badly as I did, I could not bear to think of the consequences of such action. Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of the exquisite liquid embrace of her thighs.

Feeling the separation, Laurie said, “I think now’s the time for my next surprise.” She stood up, walked over to the bookcase cabinet and took out a large, coffee-table size book. She sat down, cross-legged in the floor, and patted a place beside her. “Sit here,” she said, “I’ve got something to show you. Something I think you’re going to like.”

I sat down on the floor next to her, cross-legged just like she. My cock jutted out, still rock-hard, into the space between my knees. I looked over at Laurie, and the lips of her pussy were spread apart, lips gaping, the shadow of her secret opening showing just at the bottom, the swollen bud of her clitoris peeping out at the top. She saw the direction of my stare and asked, “Do I look sexy?”

“Laurie, you make all the sex goddesses pale in comparison.”

She laughed a pleased laugh and said, “That one goes on the list. But if you think I look sexy, wait until you see this book. I found it by accident in the bottom of the bookcase. Mom and Dad must have got a long time ago and forgot about it. I just glanced inside it and decided I wanted to save it for us to look at together.”

“What is it?” I asked excitedly, my curiosity rising to a peak.

“It’s a Swedish sex manual,” Laurie said softly.

“If it’s Swedish, how can we read it?”

“You don’t have to read it, silly,” Laurie said laughing. “The pictures in it speak for themselves.” Laurie opened the book to the first page and there was a collage of small photographs of people doing just about every sex act imaginable.

“Wow!” I said, letting it out slowly.

“Just wait,” Laurie said, and turned a couple of pages in the book. There was a full-page, full-color photograph of a young couple about our age engaged in mutual oral love. Her head was between his thighs and she was sucking avidly on his cock. His head was between hers, and his tongue could be seen stroking up her wide-open slit. From the expressions on their faces, they were both fully enjoying the ministrations of the other. The action continued in the next several pages-she was licking his cock from top to bottom and he was licking the entire wide open space from the beginning of her ass crack to the very top of her streaming pussy. In the next picture, the boy’s cock was standing up straight and the girl was running her tongue in circles on that ultra-sensitive area just under his glans. Come was jetting in big spurts from his cock, hitting her around the mouth and on the cheeks. She was smiling, either from the pleasure of seeing his enjoyment or from the mutual pleasure he was giving her. In the next picture, the girl had the cock back in her mouth, gulping down the last of the boy’s spurting love juice.

She turned on in the book, and there were pictures of couples in their teens, twenties, forties, and even one gray-haired couple. Cocks were in mouths, pussies, and in some cases, buried deep in the girls’ rectums. Couples were making love in every position-missionary, woman on top, doggie, and many variations of each. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. My breath was coming in gasps and my cock was throbbing so hard I thought it would explode. “God, Laurie,” I said, “would you look at all that.”

Laurie turned back to the couple of teenagers sixty-nining. She seemed fascinated with the pictures. “God, Danny, isn’t that a turn-on?”

“Yeah, I really like that. I liked it when I did it you and when you did it to me, but I felt bad when you were doing it to me because you couldn’t be feeling the same pleasure I was. Doing that way, we could both give and receive pleasure at the same time.”

“Danny, I want to try it all. I want to do it all with you. And I want to start right now. I feel like there’s a balloon down here between my legs that’s about to burst,” she said, stroking her pussy. “It’s like an itch deep inside that needs to be scratched. I’ve got to come, and come soon, or I’ll die.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said. “If I don’t get some relief, my cock and balls are going to explode.”

Laurie reached out and touched my cock, running her fingers over its head. Juice ran all over them. She put her fingers to her mouth and licked the juice, looking me right in the eyes. “Let’s do it at the same time like those kids in the book did it.”

“Oh, yesssss,” I murmured.

Laurie stretched out on the carpet, lying on her side. I lay down beside her, my head right in front of her sex. She reached out and lifted my top leg, then pillowed her head on my thigh, just as the couple in the book had done. I lifted her thigh up high, and dove my face into the steamy swamp of her sex. I was so high from my pent-up desires that I wanted to devour her sex, to wallow in her sexuality, to soak myself in her juices, to plunge my tongue, my mouth, my whole being into Laurie’s swampy pleasure center. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and tried to suck all of Laurie’s center into it. She moaned and bucked her hips toward me, moving them in little circles, trying to get more of herself into my mouth.

Laurie took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her oral heat and liquid made it jerk almost like ejaculation, and drops of pre-cum spurted out onto her swirling tongue. I moaned out my agonized ecstasy, trying to get even more of my cock into her mouth. She grabbed the base of my cock, controlling my movements, preventing me from pushing completely down her throat. Then, with a deep breath, Laurie gulped, and I could feel the entire length of my cock enter her mouth and down her throat. I had heard of deep- throating, but to experience it was almost beyond belief. She pulled my cock out, before she started to gag, and I muttered, “Oh, God, Laurie. That was so good.”

I moved my mouth to her thighs, licking their creamy coating, trying to get every drop into my mouth. She did the same thing to me, scooping up the pre-cum that had dribbled there when I lay on my side. Gradually, lick by lick, our mouths moved up to the centers of our sexes. Laurie licked my balls, I drove my tongue directly into her cavern and pushed it in and out in slow, twisting movements. Laurie worked her mouth down lower, and finding my little brown spot, made love to it with her tongue. Little strokes circled around and around the opening, and then moved across it, backward and forward. My hips began to move involuntarily, pushing back and forth, in feverish imitation of the thrusts my cock longed to make, the forbidden thrusts deep into that secret cave between Laurie’s thighs. I moved my mouth down and also made love to her rosebud, the crinkled nether hole of her anus. She moaned and squeezed my head between her thighs, moving her buttocks in little circles under my tongue.

Leaving her little pit quivering, I moved my mouth up to her deeper pit and circled my tongue around the edges of her juicy grotto. Her feminine secretions were pouring from it, and I lapped them onto my tongue, savoring the tangy taste. My nostrils were filled with her woman scent, her musky female sex scent. My senses were drenched in her sexuality-the touch of my mouth and tongue on the slick, swollen parts of her sex core, the taste of her gushing secretions, and the heady odor of aroused sexuality coming out all her pores.

He had my cock back fully in her mouth now, and the heated movements of my loins pushed it in and out. Her tongue caressed it and stroked under its head. My ecstasy was climbing ever higher as I moved rapidly up the peak to orgasm. I moved my tongue to her clitoris to give Laurie the same sensations she was lavishing upon me, and she started moaning around my cock and hunching her sex harder and harder against my mouth. We each were so close to the mountain top, so close to rockets shooting off and thunder rolling. We each increased the pace of our mutual orality, pressing each other to match climbs to fulfillment. I could hear Laurie’s ever higher moans as she wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed. I could feel her belly convulse and her pelvis jerk in spasms. I had my hands on her buttocks and they clenched into little hard knots as she pressed herself against me, orgasm spilling in undulations of ecstasy throughout the whole center of her sexual core. In one final movement, she completely engulfed my cock, swallowing it to the base. Her lips moved all the way to its base, and rested in the wet locks of drenched pubic hair. She applied suction to the full length of my cock and it responded by giving up its essence, jetting spurt after spurt down her throat. The sensation was almost beyond belief. This is what it would feel like, I knew, if I could bury my cock in the deep recess of her pussy, if I could bore it into the slippery, clutching pit of her vagina.

We each held like that for what seemed an eternity-she spasming between waist and knees and me jerking, spurting, and gushing forth my masculinity into Laurie’s suctioning, gulping mouth. I was flooded by her outpouring, drenched from hair to neck, loving and savoring the sensations. I tried to drink her nectar, but it was too much for me. Some ran down onto her thigh and some dripped off my mouth and chin.

Gradually, we came down from the peaks of our orgasms. The convulsions and spasms began to ebb into just little shivers and quivers. She let my cock slip out of her throat and gasped for breath. I pulled back slightly from the smothering confines of being locked into her sexual pit and gulped air into my lungs. We lay there panting, quivering, shaking, coming down slowly as the pleasure flow faded. Finally, Laurie stirred and said in a whisper that was almost a whimper, “It just keeps getting better and better.”

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly, “I feel like I died and went to heaven. I feel like a bowl of Jello, like a limp noodle.”

“Oh, yes, me too,” Laurie said, as she stretched, moving her head from between my thighs. She got up on her hands and knees and turned toward me. Her whole mouth was coated with my juice, with the spurtings of my cock. It hadn’t all been swallowed, some had run to the outside. She pushed me over onto my back, and then crawled on top, face to face, belly to belly, wet sex to wet sex. She lowered her mouth to mine and rubbed her mouth all over mine. The slippery outpouring of my cock now coated my mouth as well as hers. She opened her mouth to kiss me and I could see pools of my jism still coating its inside. He put her jism-coated tongue between my lips, and it insinuated itself between them and plunged into my mouth. Our saliva and juices mingled, the very essence of our whole beings comingling as she pressed fully against me and moved her lips and mouth so tenderly against mine. I could hardly comprehend what we had just done. I was totally in awe of her burgeoning sexuality, of the way she had moved from being a shy little school girl to a nymph from out of the most lascivious pages of ancient mythology.

Laurie’s creamy outpouring now began to flow onto me, to coat my cock, balls, stomach and thighs in her slipperiness. She squirmed her pelvis on mine, spreading the warm juices. Laurie spread her thighs and moved her vulva so that it was in total contact with my half-shrunken cock. The sheer sensuousness of her slick, wet skin against mine, the heat of her warm, flowing vulva against my cock brought a reaction. Blood immediately pumped back into my cock, inflating it, lengthening it out so it was once more rigid. She clamped her labial lips on it and moved her pelvis up and down. Each time she moved down, the bulbous cock’s head brushed against the opening into Laurie’s vagina. Knowing heaven was so near, yet so far, made the sensation that much more voluptuous. The entire length of my cock rubbed along her clitoris with each stroke, and I moved my hands down to clutch her buttocks and control the movement. I was attempting to avoid the danger of such closeness leading to accidental penetration, but she wanted no part of it. Moving against my hands, she lengthened her strokes so that each one brought my cock came closer and closer to slipping into her secret, warm woman’s cave.

Laurie stopped kissing me and whispered into my ear, “Danny, I want you in me. I want to feel your cock inside. I want for us to be totally part of each other. Danny, make me a woman, totally and completely.”

“Oh, God, Laurie,” I groaned. “I can feel my cock right at the entrance to your vagina, and I want to push into it so bad I can taste it. It would hurt you, though, Laurie. I can’t bear the thought of hurting you, not even a little bit. Laurie, I’ve never hurt you, and I won’t hurt you now.”

Laurie said softly, “It won’t hurt.”

“It won’t hurt? How do you know? Laurie, do you mean you’ve already…”

“Oh, my silly Danny,” Laurie answered back. “It’s not what you think. I’ve never been with another boy before-you’re my very first one. No, the reason I know it won’t hurt is that I used the nozzle of my mother’s douche bag to test it out. The nozzle is about the same size and shape as a penis, so I tried to see if it would fit. It went right it, without any pain at all. I’ve read about girls who break their maidenhood by riding a bicycle or a horse, and since I’ve done both, I guess I’m lucky enough to not have to put up with the virgin’s curse.”

My cock throbbed at the thought of thrusting into the hot, grasping hole that waited right at its head. I had drenched Laurie’s whole vulva and labia with my outpouring of pre-cum, so all it should take would be one good push of my cock. But then I remembered the need for protection. I had no rubbers and Laurie had no protection, so the thoughts of actually penetrating Laurie were banished. No matter that we both desperately wanted and were on the very verge of going the final step in our lovemaking, the risk of pregnancy made it impossible. Once more I groaned and then explained to Laurie that I had no rubbers and we simply couldn’t take the risk.

Laurie pushed up from me, leaving a void, leaving me with a vacant feeling. She got to her knees, straddling me, and smiled with her secret smile. “Time for my last surprise,” she murmured, standing to her feet. She went over to the cabinet where she had gotten the book and took out a small box. She brought it back, got down on her knees next to me, and put it in my hands. “My last surprise,” she said. “A special gift just for us.”

I looked down at the box and almost shouted in joy. Condoms! It was whole box-a three-pack-of condoms!

“God, Laurie…rubbers! This means…”

“Yeah,” Laurie said, “it means you can put your cock in me now. It means you can make me a woman. It means we can actually fuck.” Her words made a new surge of blood flow into my cock, and it swelled and throbbed like never before.

“I’ve never used a rubber before,” I said. “I think all you have to do it just roll it on.”

“If it’s that easy, let me put it on you,” Laurie said, taking one of the condoms out of the box and tearing off its foil wrapping. She took the rubber and put its cup over the glistening, wet head of my cock, and then started to roll it down onto its shaft. I couldn’t hold my pelvis still in the process, and jerked my hips in little movements and circles. “How do you expect me to do this with you moving all over the place,” Laurie said, half-frustrated and half-laughing.

I noticed, though, that the problem wasn’t all me. Laurie’s hands trembled as she prepared me for the final expression of our sexuality, for the final consummation of our desire to possess each other. She was excited as I was about the prospect of actual penetration, of having my cock buried deeply within her essence, the very core of her being. Despite our excitement, the rubber was finally rolled down all the way to the base of my cock and fitted like a second piece of skin. Laurie grabbed my cock shaft and worked her hand up and down. The lubricated rubber slipped up and down the shaft, sending jolts of love agony through me. I groaned at her action and murmured, “Oh, Laurie, that’s so good. Even with a rubber on, the feeling is still unbelievable.”

She looked down at my face, and her expectations, her anticipation of what was to come, showed in her eyes. She lowered her mouth to mine and we kissed very softly and gently, our tongues just lightly stroking each other. We could feel our hunger building, flaming, growing hotter, and we wanted to savor every nuance of this moment. Our hunger for each other was not mere lust, it was the incandescent first flares of youthful sexuality reaching out to each other. It was more, too, than raging sexual fire, it was a need to absorb each other, to devour, to possess each other totally. We each needed to be completely a part of the other.

Laurie broke the kiss and rolled over onto her back, the soft carpet cushioning her whole body. Her knees lifted up and her thighs spread wide apart. She moved her hands down to her swollen, dripping sex and spread the lips apart even wider than they were already gaping. She was completely open, fully exposed, turned up to me, waiting.

“Danny, I want you here, now. I want your cock in me, filling me. Make me fully a woman. Make real love to me now, Danny.”

I got on my knees between her wide-spread thighs, scooting up so the very tip of my cock brushed against the slick-coated valley splitting them, and nestled it there lengthwise between the pouting labial lips. The sensation of her heat and lubricity and the soft, wet labial pressure filled my senses almost to overflowing. The urge to thrust the ramrod stiff member into her steaming love tunnel was almost irresistible, and I had to fight it, deferring that moment of truth, deferring what I knew would be the greatest pleasure a male and female can share: the pleasure, the sweet agony, the joy, the pain, the ultimate step of first penetration. I gazed down at her breasts, swelling upward, their nipples engorged, rigid. I wet my fingers in my mouth and lightly stroked them across the nipples, the areolas, and then all around the breasts. Goosebumps of pleasure appeared and Laurie sighed. Her hips moved in little involuntary undulations, reflecting her tingling, mounting ocean wave of desire.

A surge of tenderness swept over me as I touched and caressed Laurie. Sweet, precious Laurie. My Laurie, waiting for me to fulfill our heart’s desire. I refused to question whatever fates had swept us together for this moment, determined only to make the most of them, to fulfill Laurie, to fulfill myself, to make us one.

Laurie had closed her eyes during my caresses and was beginning to tremble ever so slightly. Her hips were becoming more insistent, moving up and down, brushing against my cock lying there between our bodies. Creamy juices were overflowing around my cock, and it became coated and even more lubricated. Inside the rubber, I could feel my own flow seeping out and working its way around my cock, warm, slick, and liquid. My cock brushed against her clitoris and Laurie’s body responded in even greater trembling and pressing of her hips against my intruding member. “Oh, Danny, Danny,” she whispered, “do it now. I can’t bear any more of this. I can’t wait any longer.”

Pulling back ever so slightly, I moved the head of my cock down to the opening of Laurie’s little cave. Pressing in just a little, its head lodged in the opening, spreading it. Just a beginning, and it was already tight and hot, so hot. I wondered about her “test” to see if my cock would fit and began to worry about whether she would experience pain. Even if she wanted the pain, I’m not sure I could knowingly impose it. I eased my cock in another half-inch. It was still very tight. And hot, steamy hot, and so voluptuous. So far, no obstruction, no maidenhood guarding the entrance to Laurie’s pleasure depths. I pushed some more and got about two more inches of purchase. It was tight, yes, but with my cock so rigid, penetrable.

Laurie was giving no signs of pain. To the contrary, she was moaning-moans of pleasure, not pain. Her hands were stroking my back and holding my buttocks, almost seeming to urge me on, to encourage greater and greater penetration. I was now half-way in. I stopped at this point and just held in place, enjoying the sensation. I leaned down and kissed Laurie, and asked, “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?”

Laurie looked up at me and answered. “No, no pain. Tight, yes, but it doesn’t hurt at all.”

Encouraged, I pushed a little more. Laurie hunched her hips up to me assisting and helping to speed the process. Another half-inch, and then another. Suddenly, Laurie put her hands behind my buttocks and pushed, hunching her hips up to mine at the same time. In one thrust, my buried itself, buried itself to its very base in Laurie. Laurie went “Unnnhhhh!” as I hit bottom.

I put my cheek down to Laurie’s and murmured, “Oh, Laurie, I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to hurt. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Laurie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me all over my face, little kisses on my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my forehead. “Oh, dear, sweet Danny. You haven’t hurt me. It doesn’t hurt at all.” She flung her head back, smiling, and said, “No, it feels…it feels…glorious! Absolutely glorious. Just like I dreamed it would feel.”

Laurie spread her thighs even wider and to my surprise my cock slipped in another half inch. Our wet locks of pubic hair were intermingled, our pubic bones pressed hard against each other. Laurie’s ankles moved up and locked around my calves, her hips spread to their widest, her sex completely and wetly gaping around the base of my deeply buried cock.

I moved my face to hers, my mouth eagerly searching. Our lips blended, our tongues gliding softly and gently over each other. Laurie’s breasts were between us, little love cushions rubbing over my chest. I moved my chest against her breasts, enjoying the sensation of bare skin to bare skin. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, and I could feel them press into my flesh. Then I wrapped my arms completely around Laurie, lifting her, holding her tight against me. Unmoving, we lay locked together, flesh against flesh, interlinked through the throbbing connection of the eternal yin and yang merged together into just one.

We lay like that several minutes, each of us reveling in and enjoying the other’s presence. Me, the presence of a hot, lubricious envelope clasping my cock in a longed-for, so desired embrace. She, the filling presence of my swollen and solid member lodged deep within her belly. It beat and throbbed in tempo with my heart beat, and she was able to feel each throb, each pulse within her heated grasp. I felt ten-feet long. My rigid shaft felt like it was impaled in a hot, slick glove. Rapid-fire, joyous thoughts kept spinning through my head: “I’m in Laurie…I’m actually buried to the hilt…I really have my cock deep inside Laurie…My God, I’m actually making love to Laurie… At long last, Laurie and I are actually fucking.”

Laurie started moving first-little, tentative movements of her hips against mine. I followed suit, pushing back at her, timing so we drew back and drove forward in perfect rhythm. Our strokes were about a half-inch, just enough for her to feel my cock move within her hot tunnel. Little by little, the strokes lengthened, until I was pulling out until just the head was still in place and then slowly pushing back in, inch by inch, until I was once more filling her cavity. I speeded up my strokes and then reverted to slow-motion, alternating back and forth. Laurie moaned each time I reached bottom and the base of my cock brushed against her clitoris. Seeing her reaction, I drove all the way to the hilt and then rubbed the base of my cock in little short movements, brushing it up and down, and rubbing her clitoris. Laurie threw her head back and shouted, “Danny, I coming again! I’m coming again so soon!” Her back arched, her buttocks clenched tight, and she pushed up hard against me, shuddering and gasping.

I held in place as she was overtaken by orgasm. The walls of her pussy had clamped down so hard on my cock that I couldn’t have moved if I had wanted to. The hot walls of her pussy were like a molten hands, grasping and pulsing against my cock, sending it into its own little pulses and jerks. Her orgasm almost brought on mine, and if I had been able to move, I’m sure I would have gone over the crest with her.

Her mouth sought out mine and the passion of her orgasm fired her kiss. She appeared to be oblivious to all except our kiss, our bodies, and the blazing streams of pleasure centered where our sexes were joined. Gradually, Laurie’s spasms eased up and her muscles relaxed. She broke the kiss and murmured, “Better, and better, and better. Each time it only gets better.”

I renewed my movements, thankful for her few moments of lassitude so that I could continue. Gradual movements at first, then more rapid ones. Short strokes, then long ones. Lots of strokes, then pause. Laurie had returned to our pleasure and was again fully getting into the act. She moved her legs up from my calves and wrapped them around my hips, then up so that they were around my waist. She clutched at me, holding me around my neck with her arms and around my waist with her legs. She was completely off the floor now, moving in complete concert with my movements, matching strokes and withdrawals one for one. I was getting close, close, close. My cock felt like it had swollen and was an engorged log ramming in and out of Laurie. She was panting, crying, and moaning all at the same time. I was no better, with my grunts, cries of pleasure, moans, and gasping, panting breath filling the room. I fell down on top of Laurie, crushing her to the floor. Then I got on my knees, spread her thighs to their fullest, and pumped in and out, using the longest thrusts possible. Laurie and I were both crying and screaming, “Oh, it’s good! Oh, I’m coming! Here it is, here it comes!”

Then our explosions came, like star-bursts, like all the Roman candles in the world going off at once. I wrapped my arms completely around Laurie, crushed her to me, crushed her mouth to mine. We could hardly kiss for our pants and moans, but it was imperative that we blend as much of ourselves together as possible, that the pleasure flow between us at every point. I fell on top of her again and her legs wrapped around me. She humped her pussy against me, over and over, until the movements lessened and she lay still. Slowly, the muscles in our buttocks unclenched, and we lay spent, satiated. Our only movement was a continuation of the small, fluttery, clutching spasms of Laurie’s pussy around my cock and my continuing little ejaculatory spurts, spewing out the last of my come. My hot emissions filled the rubber, and my cock was bathed in the flow. Laurie’s flow covered the outside of the rubber, and my cock felt it was immersed in a scalding bath. Our mouths continued its kiss, gradually becoming more gentle as the intensity of our orgasms gradually ebbed.

We lay locked in each other arms, neither wishing to move, to disturb the beauty of that moment in time. My cock was finally beginning to shrink, and I could feel it begin to fill less and less of Laurie. After about five minutes, it once more lay in Laurie’s wet pussy channel. Laurie finally stirred, opening her eyes, and stared into mine. “Danny, I don’t even know how to talk about it. That was better than all the good things that have ever happened to me wrapped up into one.”

“Laurie, I think you know you’ve always been my special person, and this made it even more that way.”

“Danny, I’ve always planned for my first time to be with you.” Laurie kissed me on the lips and continued, “I never thought it possible, but it was better even than I dreamed it would be. Thank you, Danny, my dear, sweet Danny.”

Suddenly, there was a noise out in the dark stairwell, and the sound of a person’s throat-clearing. Then a voice: “Ahem. I guess it’s okay for me to come in now.” There, to our horror, coming into the den, was Aunt Betty. –

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