Sex in the Sky

“Hey everyone! Back here with the third episode. This one took a lot of time to write, and it is a lengthy one. Just hope you all enjoy it.”

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Episode 3

In the Kingdom of Light, far away from the material plane, White opened his eyes awakening from a deep slumber. He was immediately surprised at the form of a woman angel bending over his body as he lay. Frigeria was still there? How long had she been there healing him?

The beautiful form of the raven haired angel turned her attention towards her Emperor. “Finally the white angel Witenhoem rises.” Her voice reverberated as the tinker of muted bells across the chamber in which White lay.

“Frigeria, how long have you been healing me?” White was slowly trying to raise himself and Frigeria helped him in the task. His colossal wings opened up as he sat upright. He still felt enervated, but all the pain had vanished. There was no longer a single bruise on his body.

“I have been healing you but two nights. The wounds of battle you possessed were of a draconian nature.”

“Yes,” White grunted as he sat himself upright. “I was led into a battle with a small child; the kind that was the son of the devil himself.”

Frigeria nodded her head in understanding. “So it was Pi that you fought. I reckoned as much when you appeared and collapsed onto your throne. My fear knew no bounds when I saw the injuries you bore and the icy shards embedded deep within you. Even your wings were torn and ragged. I almost thought that we had lost our ruler!”

White smiled at the worry expressed by the greatest healer in the Kingdom of Light. “Fear not Frigeria, it will take more than a chimerical creature to conquer me. I returned to you with wounds of a draconian nature you say, Pi did not return to the Kingdom of Void at all.”

“So he was defeated.” Frigeria took a deep breath absorbing the news.

“Defeated and destroyed.”

“And yet, the involvement of Pi suggests that the Empress herself is involved in this matter of the Alchemist.”

“Indeed it does, all the more reason for me to hasten and reach the Alchemist.”

~~~

In the Kingdom of Void also far away from the material plane, another angel albeit a dark one, was crouched in reverence under his ruler. The undersized ruler shook her head from side to side, her golden yellow tresses, which reached all the way to the ground, swaying as she did.

“He is not yet ready,” she stated. “The alchemist will not lend us the use of his powers in his current state.”

The doughty black angel lifted his gaze to meet the eyes of his mistress.

“And in fact,” the Empress continued, “It might be quite some time before the Alchemist will be prepared. You Arangyunus, will have to keep wooing him till he reaches that stage.”

Black nodded understandingly. This task was proving to be diabolically difficult. The dark Seraph had been putting in all his efforts for four continuous days and the mistress only stated that converting the Alchemist would take much more time. Black had been constantly endeavoring, and in the process had lost himself several times, lost his finesse and he was feeling like he was losing himself now. He felt as if the young boy was gradually pulling the ground from beneath him rather than the other way round.

But this was no time to founder, and certainly not the time to possess a weak mind. The most important task he had ever been bestowed was upon him, and he would have to complete it consummately.

“I understand,” The dark seraph finally whispered back.

“Slowly poison his mind. Seduce every pore of him. Completely overwhelm him with yourself. And when he is ready to do any task you ask of him, it is then that he will be ready.” Having lost her pet, the Empress was more determined than ever to thrall the Alchemist. The Alchemist would grant her the ability to extirpate all her enemies, and one in particular; one that would allow her to exact sweet revenge for the death of her pet, and revenge for a matter that went far deeper into time, one that very few knew of. White would suffer for his chicanery.

Black nodded once more accepting his orders.

“Empress, where is Pi. It had been some time since I have seen the chimera.” Black had never been fond of the fanciful creature himself but was used to its sessile presence with his mistress. It was strange that the past few times he had visited the Empress in the Kingdom of Void, there had been no signs of her pet.

The little lass steeled herself. She would not inform Arangyunus that her pet had been defeated. Annihilated by the hands of her adversary. Destroyed by White while her own guardian frolicked with the alchemist. Black would not know of this.

“I have sent him on a task to the dark glaciers of Void. I am afraid it will be some time before he returns.”

Black acknowledged the fact and raised himself. It was time to go back to the material plane. Time to return to the boy who was so infatuated with him but was still not ready to do as he desired. Back to the boy that he had been seducing. The same boy who now sometimes scared him.

~~~

Aiden was a little nervous while entering his class. He ran a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time. Aiden had gotten his hair styled for the first time in 21 years of his life. He had finally gathered the courage and reasoning to change his hair. He had gone from shaggy uncombed disheveled to sleek middle-parted hair. He was unsure whether of what others would think when they saw it. But he had liked it when he saw himself in the mirror for the first time. And now his fellow engineers were going to see it for the first time.

Aiden took a deep breath and entered the lecture hall through the front door. The crowd was boisterous as usual, as they would be when no lecturer had yet entered the class, and a few took notice of Aiden’s changed comport. Aiden looked across to where he normally sat on the last row with Dominic and Storm. Yup, they were there as usual, seemingly engrossed in some type of an argument. Aiden made his way towards them as someone commented how weird he looked in his new hairstyle.

Dominic had been the center of Aiden’s universe for more than two years, in fact ever since he had entered the university. According to Aiden, Dominic was a persevering, extremely good natured person who always tried to keep everyone around him happy. Dominic was smart when the situation demanded him to be, he was sincere and basically the embodiment of Aiden’s ideal. He studied hard, involved himself in a million college activities and organizations and was always busy. He was good looking with his West European aristocratic face and though Aiden knew that there were at least 3-4 other guys in class that looked better than Dominic, he would never place them in the same category. Dominic possessed an athletic built that gave the impression that he worked out and played a lot of sports. Aiden knew otherwise, the guy would not touch a sport if his life depended on it.

The other one of his close friends was Storm McDonald. True to his name, Storm could eat up a storm anytime he wanted. With his 6′4″ frame and weighing more than 290 pounds, Storm was everyone’s teddy bear. But Storm was hardly lazy and sluggish. He was energetic, hard-working and sincere, the kind Aiden always associated with. Storm, Dominic and Aiden always sat together on the last row and were called the beavers of the class because of their industrious natures.

Aiden came over to Dominic and Storm as the two looked up. Both got a puzzled expression on their faces seeing him.

“Hey, wadyou do to you hair? You look like a clown!”

“Thanx Randy.” Aiden sneered at the commentator feeling a little let down.

“Hey cool!” It was Dominic this time. “That style looks good on you!”

Aiden immediately felt a lot better. Dominic had said it looked good and that overwrote what everyone else had to say, well almost everyone. He still had to show Will his new hairdo.

Aiden settled in next to Dominic and Storm as the professor entered the class.

Dominic asked in hushed tones. “Where you been lately, I don’t see you at all nowadays?”

Aiden had been spending all his free time with Will who somehow always had time when Aiden had free time. In fact he was sure that he was going to have trouble staying awake in class owing to the overnight workouts he was having with Will.

Just then Aiden’s phone buzzed on silent mode. He looked at it to find a message from Will. ‘MISSING U. WANNA B WITH U’ it read. Aiden felt a surge of joy within him. He wanted to scream out loud and tell Dominic and everyone in the whole damn university that he was in love with the most amazing person on the planet. The hottest hunk with an awesome personality and heart. He wanted to tell Dominic about his sexuality, about being in love with him for so long and then meeting the most awesome person on the planet; Will. He somehow felt that Dominic would be happy for him. But Aiden knew he did not have the guts to blurt all that out.

“Just busy.” He whispered back.

Aiden adjusted himself and concentrated on the lecture being delivered ahead of him. Soon his eyelids became heavy and he started slumping down in his seat. Dominic nudged at him and finally started glaring at him after 3 attempts to wake Aiden up after which Aiden had promptly dozed off again. Between his nightly marathons with Will, his college lectures and the sports time he spent with his roommates, Aiden was having a hard time covering his shut-eye time needs.

“What the fuck are you so sleepy for?” Dominic burst out at him once the professor had left. “You know that was our HOD’s lecture and he saw you sleeping! You’re lucky our HOD is of such a great nature. He did not take any punitive measures against you!”

Aiden smiled back sheepishly and said sorry. He felt guilty for sleeping during class, the professor being amongst the only ones he actually liked. He would have to catch up on sleep somehow or he was going to be in bad shape.

“Ok listen sleepyhead,” Dominic began, “We are assembling a robot for the upcoming TechFest. You interested in joining the team?”

Aiden knew he hardly had time these days, but it was Dominic asking.

“Yeah Sure! Who else is on the team?”

“Me, you and Mr. hyperactive here,” Storm interrupted, referring to Dominic as the hyperactive dude.

“So we are going to an electronics specialist who’ll give us pointers for a few days and help us get started. We’ll meet him for our first meeting tomorrow evening at 6.” Dominic already had everything planned out.

“At 6?” Aiden raised his eye brows and folded his arms across his chest. He realized his time with Will would be choked if the consultation were to materialize and occur everyday.

Dominic sat on top of their table and huffed. “Yeah, after college, at 6. Every day at 6 till the TechFest.”

Aiden immediately understood that the robotics deal was something time-consuming that he had involved himself in; something that would last quite a while. He wondered how he would keep his commitments and still meet up with Will daily. All he felt like doing right now was to get into bed with Will and spend the remainder of his life there.

“You guys coming to the cafeteria. I wanna grab a bite to eat.” It was Storm rubbing his tummy.

“Shit!” Aiden exclaimed. “I have to meet Tinka there. Almost forgot. She’ll kill me if I don’t reach there on time!”

The three headed towards the cafeteria, Aiden rushing them along. On reaching there he immediately left the other two and headed towards what was commonly referred to as the ‘Archi area’ by architecture students or ‘The big mess’ by others. A section of the cafeteria that was always bustling with architecture and interior designing related students. Tables overpiled with A3 sheets, 32 inch folders and .1 mm microtip pens. The Architecture students stubbornly refused to complete their work elsewhere, much to the chagrin of the mess in charge; he had given up on getting them to do their work elsewhere leaving hat sectin of the cafeteria a sight to behold on submission days.

Tinka was furiously inking sheets as Aiden hurried over to her. She had ‘commanded’ him to meet her and help her complete her work before the submission.

“You’re 7 minutes late!” she growled and then paused to take a better look at him. “Omigod! What did you do to your hair?!”

“Howzzit look?” Aiden beamed and waited for her response.

“Looks cool! How did you get it into you to… Oh so Will is having this influence on you?”

“No of course not. I was planning all along to…” Aiden paused to look at Tinka looking at him with a ‘yeah-rite’ look, tapping her foot on the ground. “Yes he is.” Aiden finally admitted sheepishly.

“It really suits you. You look all cute and all with that hairdo.”

“It better look good for the amount of time and money I put into it.” Aiden muttered. “That bloody hair dresser put some burning cream in my hair to straighten it and kept me there for 3 hours. Never had such a lengthy haircut in my life.”

“Ok, stop goofing around and grab those pencil colors. Start scribbling in these tiles in this manner.” Tinka pointed him towards the sheets that were overflowing from all sides of the table. “And be neat,” she added menacingly.

Aiden mock saluted her, “Yes Sir!” and hastily got down to coloring the floor in the weird mosaic pattern Tinka wanted it in.

“How come I am the only non-Archi student that has to do Archi work?” Aiden grumbled after 2 minutes of frantic penciling. All around were frenzied architecture students trying to complete their sheets,. He glanced at the patched he had colored and groaned as he saw the vast expanse left. This was going to be one hell of a task.

“Cause you are the only boy from the engineering side who bears some semblance to a person who can draw and color.” Tinka answered.

“So you get to be all your colleagues’ envy for having additional help from outside, and all I get is ink stains and pencil marks on myself?”

“You also get my brilliant company!” Tinka replied bend over her work still busy limning straight lines with her T-square.

“Yeah rite!”

“So did you collect your contacts from that eye-shop?” Tinka was referring to the contact lenses that Aiden had recently ordered.

“Nope. Will do it tomorrow. Have my first half free tomorrow,” Aiden replied finishing a green patch and looking satisfactorily at it. His mind immediately thought about how similar Will’s eyes were to the shade he was using.

“So new hairdo, getting rid of spectacles, getting contacts and that glow on your face. Will sure seems good for you.”

Aiden stopped coloring and placed his pencil on the sheet. He waited till Tinka looked up at him. “He’s perfect!” he stated triumphantly.

“He’s just too great, forget the fact he looks ultra-hot. He’s always so sweet and caring. And he always spends an enormous amount of time with me but still leaves me enough time to get all my academic work done.”

Tinka stopped her inking and stood upright smiling, waiting for Aiden to finish.

“And the sex rocks!” Aiden added.

“He is remarkable.” Tinka finally answered and took a deep breath before adding the next bit; “Isn’t he a bit too perfect?”

Aiden was taken aback. Was Tinka stating that Will was too good for him, way above his league? Was she saying he had hidden vices? He knew Tinka would be happy as long as he was happy. Maybe it was just her way of asking him if he was not telling her something. Aiden opened his mouth to answer when his cellphone buzzed in his pocket.

Aiden fished out the set from his pocket to find another message from Will. ‘MISS U LIKE CRAZY. U BETTER BE FREE IN THE EVENING.’

Aiden instantly forgot all of Tinka’s worries as he flashed his cellphone showed her the message and started thumbing his keypad to send Will a reply. Tinka smiled at an effervescent Aiden, hoping things turned out perfect between Will and Aiden.

~~~

White stood atop a building as the sun was setting. So he had finally found the Alchemist. He looked down to where he could see an unassuming lad dressed in blue jeans and an orange sweatshirt leaning against a wall, apparently waiting for someone. So this boy was the Alchemist. And he had finally found him. The moment had come. But now he no longer felt nervous at having to accost the Alchemist. It was because he was not going to.

Instead he was going to ask the Alchemist for help without the boy knowing he had done it. He would enter the boy’s mind and search for the answers to all his questions, searching through his beliefs. He would dive in and scour his mind and ultimately get the answer he was seeking; would the Alchemist lend the Kingdom of Light his powers or not. And it would take all of 5 seconds. He would have his answer and the alchemist would never catch a glimpse of him as well.

White braced himself and concentrated for plunging into the boys mind. The next instant, his mind was in. Zooming across the thoughts and desires, through beliefs and faiths, through secrets and sorrows, seeking only the answers to the questions he had in mind. Zig-zagging through the meandering reflections, the welter of labyrinthine thoughts. Seeking his answers through the kaleidoscopical human mind. And seconds later he exited forcefully, his consciousness back inside his own mind.

White had received his answer. The Alchemist had refused to help.

~~~

Aiden had arrived at the coffee shop he was supposed to meet Will at. Whenever he would plan to meet up at a certain time, Will would always already be there waiting for him. Being extremely punctual by nature himself, Aiden had admired this quality in Will but then felt guilty that he himself would be the one to arrive late. This time Aiden turned up earlier than the set time and was waiting for Will outside the coffee shop. The same coffee shop that they had been to on the first night they had met.

Aiden noticed the arrival of the black Lamborghini that signified Will’s entry. Yup, Will was there before time but Aiden had beaten him. He knew it would be a minute or so till Will parked his car and came up to him. He smiled with anticipation; he could barely wait to see his lover again.

Suddenly Aiden witnessed an excruciating strain. He felt dizzy as a million thoughts ran through his head. Aiden lost all control and staggered unsteadily bracing himself against the wall for support. And just as abruptly as it had started, the strain was gone. Aiden steadied himself wondering what the hell had happened.

“Ade, relax buddy what’s wrong?” It was Will who had come rushing to Aiden’s side as he had seen Aiden suddenly look dizzy and start swaying about.

“I… I don’t know.” Aiden finally managed to squeak out. He felt as if he had just spent 20 straight hours preparing for his Microprocessors exam. He wiped a trail of drool from his mouth with the back of his hand

“You Ok? What happened?” Aiden saw Will’s expression of care and worry and his uneasiness dissipated.

“Yup, perfectly fine!” Aiden smiled and straightened himself. He still felt a little mentally exhausted.

“Should I take you to my place or something?”

Aiden looked into Will’s eyes. Will had on a black leather jacket, a bit like the biker kind. His chest definition was visible through the thin white T-shirt he had on under. Aiden thought he looked ravishing. He could feel his hormones surging at the sight of Will. “One quick coffee and we’re outta here” he thought

“No, no. Just felt a little dizzy suddenly. It’s gone now; am fine now. Let’s just go and have some coffee”

“Your hairdo looks great.” Will suddenly chimed in. Aiden blushed. Will liked his hair makeover. The entire haircut investment was worth it now

Aiden grabbed Will’s hand and led him inside the coffee shop wondering what had transpired a few moments ago. He had no clue that a powerful Perpetual had entered his mind and had rummaged it to find answers to his many questions. He had no clue that he had in fact subconsciously denied lending his help to this Perpetual.

It was perhaps a rather odd, if not pregnant, question, although they were both quite ambivalent about going any further than they already had. Well, at least Kimmie was ambivalent.

“You know, Kimmie, I’m standing here all naked, and you still have on your undies.” Tim didn’t mind at all that Kimmie still had on her panties and bra. He could enjoy gazing at the sight for quite some time. But, he did feel a bit funny standing there displaying his stiff dick while she was still covered up.

Kimmie was actually planning on just using her hand, perhaps even her mouth, to get Tim off again. She wanted to see him shoot his stuff. She heard that guys sometimes can shoot it real far. But, she had to admit that he had a real valid point. “Don’t you laugh or anything,” she said, as she reached behind her to unclasp her brassiere.

Tim had not expected her to agree so readily to undress, but he was not complaining. A horny smile slowly emerged as he watched her remove her bra.

She first just removed the straps from her shoulders, and then from her arms, being careful to keep the cups pressed against her breasts so that the brassiere would not inadvertently fall.

Tim played with his dick as he watched.

Kimmie’s eyes stayed with his hard cock, watching his hand slide up and down his shaft. It excited her to see Tim playing with himself as she slowly exposed herself to him. It was so intimate to see your boyfriend masturbate himself in front of you. She wondered how many guys would do that for their girl. She also wanted to study how he liked to do it, so that she could do it that way for him. She let her brassiere drop from her breasts onto the floor, showing, exposing, for the first time to Tim, or any guy for that matter, her young, soft, round titties.

Tim stopped his stroking. He knew if he continued he would spurt all over her bedroom carpeting. “Kimmie,” he said softly, “they’re so absolutely beautiful.” He wasn’t just flattering her. They were the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

Kim flushed with embarrassment, and pride. “Thank you,” she replied, even more quietly.

The pure whiteness of her skin beneath her bra was so enticing, so provocative; such a revealing, vivid, concrete display of the intimacy of her exposure.

Kimmie’s bubbies were such perfectly round, luscious white coconuts, firmly resting on her chest, standing up so well. There was really no need for her to wear a bra, either for lifting or shaping. These were breasts that could be used to mold the shape of a bra. And, they were capped by the perkiest nipples, each themselves standing up so stiff and proud. Tim could feel his balls drawing up in lust at the sight. He would give anything, do anything, to be able to touch them.

Kimmie asked shyly, “My panties as well?”

“If you wouldn’t mind,” he replied. He sure hoped that she wouldn’t.

And, she didn’t. This was really so much farther than she had originally planned. She knew that she had been hoping, perhaps deep within her mind even planning, to kiss Tim that night. But, she had not planned on letting him feel her breasts through her blouse, and had certainly not planned on pulling down her panties for him. But, the excitement of the moment was just carrying her away, particularly the excitement between her legs. The evening was like a damn holding back their attraction, their desire, their arousal, had burst after the pressure of so many prior failed attempts to have the evening even occur. She could feel herself getting so terribly wet. She so hoped that it wouldn’t be too obvious.

She looped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “Do I really have to do this?”

“Well, no, of course not, Kimmie. You can leave your things on if you want.” He wasn’t quite comfortable yet about saying “panties” to her. “As long as I get to touch your, um, your.”

Kimmie could see his flustered embarrassment. She teased him; just a bit. “My what, Puffin? What do you want to touch?”

Tim cursed to himself for revealing his self-consciousness. He tried to assert himself more boldly. “Your breasts,” but his mouth still went dry as he said it. He didn’t know that Kimmie had already planned on letting him touch her breasts. She was certainly planning on touching his naked stiffie. She turned around. She couldn’t do this facing him.

She took a deep breath and pulled down her panties, not realizing that doing this from behind actually provided him with much more information than if she had done it while facing him. Bending over in front of him would only provide a nice view of her little boobs. He really wouldn’t see much of her pussy. Bending over while facing away from him, her pigtails dropping to the floor, gave him an adorable view of her naked bottom, her delectably sweet fanny crack, and, most of all, when she bent way over, a luscious show of her tender, soft, little mound, with even the delicate crevice and luscious lips cutting right through it. He thought her cunnie lips looked so beautiful.

In fact, Tim even got a look at her butt hole, which he found rather shocking. Kimmie actually flashed him her poop hole! He knew that she didn’t do it on purpose and, frankly, he was embarrassed at having seen it. It did look awfully cute: all rosy and puckered up, but, geez, it was her poop hole. He gave his dick another squeeze as she kicked the panties aside and stood back up.

She looked back over her shoulder. She could see Tim staring at her bottom. She looked back down at it herself. She had to admit that she did think that she had a cute little fanny. It was so round, lily white, and bubbly. She bent over, just a bit, and gave him a little wiggle. Tim was delighted.

Kimmie then dashed for the bed, her little titties jiggling in the air, feeling too uncomfortable with just turning around to stand there, openly exhibiting for him her pussy. That would really be going too far. She would let him see it, probably eventually, but she wanted to ease into it. She scrambled on to the bed, hiding her cunnie with her hand. Once on the bed she quickly pulled back the blankets and crawled underneath.

“Hey, that’s not fair, Kimmie.”

She knew he was right, but she wasn’t going to admit it. She pulled back the blankets for him, letting him see her boobies. “Do you want to join me?”

She didn’t have to ask twice. He almost leaped onto the bed, and got underneath the blankets as well.

They at first just looked into each other’s eyes, basking in the fact that they were actually lying in bed with each other, underneath the covers, all naked. There was something quite special about that, sharing a bed. They had never felt so close, so involved, so intimate. Kimmie shivered, excitedly kicking her feet under the covers, giggling with delight and nervous anticipation. She felt like a schoolgirl at her first pajama party, but this was so much more, so much better. She actually had Tim in her bed with her. Goodness, what would her friends, her parents, think about that? She couldn’t wait to tell her friends. She glanced quickly at her bed-side clock. Her parents wouldn’t be home for at least an hour. She turned back to Tim, wrapped her arms around him, and drew him close, sighing with pleasure as she felt his masculine chest press up against her soft breasts, and then she trembled when she felt his hard, stiff cock press against her abdomen.

Tim could tell that she wanted to move slowly. Heck, they were much farther along than he would have possibly ever imagined. He softly caressed the smooth skin along her back, her arm, her shoulder, and her cheek, as she snuggled up against him. His cock strained with lust at the feel of her breasts, her nipples, pressing against his chest, Kimmie’s actual naked titties were touching him, pushing against him. He worried he might squirt on her tummy.

After awhile he grew bolder, and reached down to gently grasp a breast, her naked breast, in his hand. Kimmie closed her eyes and sighed. He felt her breast fill and then fall with her deep breathing.

He had never felt anything so soft, so smooth, so lovely, before. He could not understand why it felt so good, so erotic, so exciting, to be grasping hold of a girl’s breast, her boobie, her tittie, but indeed it did. It felt just so terribly fantastic. He squeezed it, but not too hard. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she only gasped with pleasure. He began to feel its every curve, fondle its pliant softness. He could do this for hours.

He even tweaked her nipple. Kimmie whimpered, breathing softly against him. He grasped her nip between his thumb and index finger and pinched it. She wiggled against him. He lightly massaged it with the tip of his finger. She continued to whimper and squirm.

He concentrated on her breast for some time, and then, when he felt that she was ready, he slowly drew his hand down along the smoothness of her skin, lower and lower, waiting for a sign, a stop sign.

Kimmie knew where he was going, but she wasn’t going to stop him. On the contrary, as he got closer and closer she leaned back, pulling away from her cuddle, drawing back so that she could open up her thighs for him, to let him know that she was ready for him to touch, to touch her there. She felt uncomfortable about him actually looking at it, but they were now under the covers and she could feel her cunnie longing, yearning, thirsting to be touched. She needed relief for a lust that she couldn’t seem to control.

Tim was not looking at her cunnie. He was only seeing the light in her eyes, the cute little blemish on her cheek. His fingers hesitated when he felt the soft fur of her cunnie. He was there, on the threshold of the rise to her feminine treasure, and his delight. He moved forward, through the wispy hairs, up the little, soft honey pot, to the delicate slit that cut across her mound. He was on third base.

He slid his finger up and down her slit, exploring its texture, its length, its receptivity, its wetness.

Kimmie reached down and grasped hold of Tim’s penis, his hard, naked cock. It felt so manly, so powerful, so strong, in her soft little hand.

Tim groaned with pleasure at the feel of a girl’s hand wrapped around his shaft. Could there be any better pleasure than this? It was so much more intense than the feel of his own hand. Her fingers felt so soft, so feminine. She slowly began to slide her fist up and down his stem. He wanted to cum right away. Kimmie turned her face to Tim to plant a kiss on his shoulder as she tenderly stroked his cock.

Tim continued to explore Kimmie’s cunnie, moving back up the slit until he found what he was looking for: her little hard nub, her clit. He pressed down with his slippery, moistened finger, and rubbed around and around on the protruding little button.

“Oh Tim,” Kimmie gasped, gripping his dick even harder as she thrust her hips forward to press her clit against his finger.

Tim, though, did not stay there long. He soon moved back down the slit, once again feeling, probing for an opening, the portal, into her tight, wet, hot hole.

She was so very wet that it was not hard to work his finger down into her slit, but he had a bit of difficulty finding precisely the opening. He wasn’t at all sure how far from the clit it would be. But, once he got there, he circled his finger around and around, slowly working his way in, like a screw digging down deeper into a tight cork..

Kimmie moaned openly with pleasure. His finger did feel so nice, working its way up into her tight little vagina. She felt her cunt opening up to him, and she did not resist. She in fact instinctively circled her hips a bit to help him work his way deeper inside, as she also added circling movements to her fist stroking his cock, screwing her hand around and around his shaft as he was screwing his finger deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Tim noticed the movement of her hips. She was responding to his touch, and he couldn’t be happier. He was actually pleasuring a girl with his finger. He tried to concentrate on giving her satisfaction with his finger, trying to ignore his own rising excitement, pressure, within his loins. He worried about cumming, squirting, into her sheets. Kimmie’s mother would certainly ask her about that, as his own mother had after his first wet dream. That had been terribly embarrassing. Thinking about his mother was rather distracting, but perhaps actually helpful in keeping himself under control. But, her hand twisting up and down his cock felt so, so good.

He continued to explore the insides of her cunt with his index finger, slowing screwing it deeper and deeper into her hole, feeling how it so tightly gripped his finger, like a wet silk glove. It was so constricted, so narrow, that he wondered if he could in fact get his entire finger inside. “Kimmie?”

“Hmmm,” was all Kimmie would respond. She wanted to just lay back, giving herself over to his finger.

“Um, are you still? You know.” It had just dawned on him that she might have a hymen. He understood that they would have to be ripped open, and he certainly didn’t want to hurt her.

She turned again to him, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she kept her thighs open to his exploration, momentarily pausing her stroking, much to his relief; a brief respite to retain control. She understood his meaning. “It’s fine, sweety, it’s not there anymore.”

Tim didn’t understand why not. He understood her to be a virgin, but he was not about to break the mood by asking.

Kimmie didn’t want to explain that she had done it herself, quite awhile ago. Not intentionally, but it had “just happened.” “But, Puffin, you are the first, the first to touch me there, to come inside me.”

With those words Tim was emboldened to push harder, explore deeper. He pulled his index finger out for his somewhat longer middle finger. He wished he could use his right hand as well, but it was trapped under his body. He did, however, reach up with his thumb to massage her clit as he worked his middle finger around and around, and in and out of her tight, wet, clinging pussy.

Kimmie closed her eyes, let go of Tim’s cock, and used both hands to grip his shoulders. She wanted to cry out in excitement but she felt much too self-conscious to do that. The slurping noises of her vagina as his fingers sloshed around were embarrassing enough. She bit her lower lip to keep silent. She did, however, squirm her bottom with the twisting and sliding of his fingers and his delightfully torturous massaging of his thumb. An occasional whimper could be heard.

It wasn’t long before she realized she wanted, needed, more.

“Oh Tim,” she gasped, “I want you to do it.”

He thought he was doing it. “What?” What a dumb thing to say. That hardly expressed suave experience.

Kimmie opened her eyes and looked deeply into his. “I want to do it with you. I want to go all the way, with you.”

Now he understood. “Are you sure?”

She wasn’t sure. She doubted that she would ever be sure the first time, unless she waited until they were married. But, she was sure that she longed for the feel of his hard cock inside her. She wouldn’t put it that way, but that was how she felt. His finger was so, so nice, but she knew that his hard penis would be so much thicker and longer. Size did seem to matter and, besides, she wanted to truly make love to him. She wanted to feel that battering ram of his big, hard manhood. She said softly but firmly, “Yes, I’m sure.”

Tom was not the least bit ambivalent. Actually, he was ambivalent about one thing. He wondered how long he would last up inside her. He had felt how tight she was around his finger. He could hardly imagine what it would feel like with this narrow, little cunnie wrapped so tightly around his cock. He moved to slide over on top of her.

“But, Tim, wait! Do you have protection?”

He again almost said “What?” But, this time he caught himself and understood the question. He did not have protection. Some of his friends carried condoms in their wallets, but for him, and probably for them, it would only be for show. Plus, he had not yet gotten the nerve to buy them from the drug store. He almost did once, but then got confused by the different sizes. He figured he must be small or average. He didn’t want to buy a size that was too large. That would be embarrassing. What if the sales clerk suggested a smaller size? Or, worse yet, imagine putting it on with a girl and discovering that it was too big for you. But, buying the small size would be equally embarrassing, both with the saleswoman and with any girl with whom he might use it. Imagine her disappointment as he pulls out the small size. It was like announcing before they even got started that he was small. He considered buying both sizes and trying them out, but then he worried about whether the saleswoman would ask why he was doing that. He certainly didn’t want to have to explain that to her. And, he wasn’t about to explain all of this to Kimmie. “No,” he just said.

“I don’t want to get pregnant, Tim.” She wasn’t worried about any diseases. How could either of them have a disease? They hadn’t done anything with anyone to get a disease. It would just be her luck though to get pregnant the first time. She considered asking him to pull out before he came, but that could be pretty darn risky.

“Well,” Tim suggested. “I could go out and buy some.” He actually didn’t really like that suggestion. That would mean going to the first pharmacy he saw,. buying both sizes, and hoping he guesses right the first time. Still, knowing that the reward would be doing it with Kimmie would make it worthwhile, assuming that she was still in the mood or her parents had not yet gotten home.

Kimmie did in fact reject that proposal as it might take too long. She had a much better idea. “My father’s! Daddy’s got some in his bedside table.” That was one good reason for still living at home. “I’ve seen them when I was helping mother make the beds. Wait here.”

Kimmie leaped out of bed before he could answer, her pigtails flying behind her as she grabbed a robe hanging on her bedroom door (although not before Tim enjoyed the sight of her little bottom prancing across the room). She quietly made her way down the hall to her parents’ bedroom.

Tim was not at all sure about that idea. He assumed that her father must have a pretty big cock. After all, he was Kimmie’s father, a full grown man. He realized, of course, that he was himself a full grown man. But, still, Kimmie’s father was a good four inches taller than him, and certainly more bigger and muscular.

He pulled back the blankets to take a look at himself. It really wasn’t that small, was it? He then looked around her room, noticing it for the first time, having been entirely focused on Kimmie’s body ever since he first entered the bedroom.

It was a very feminine bedroom, filled with all sorts of stuffed animals. The bedspread was pink with little white daisies. The wallpaper was a rose color, also sprinkled with delicate flowers. Her vanity table was overflowing with all sorts of make-up things, which sort of surprised him. He didn’t think of Kimmie as being so concerned about her appearance, but apparently she was. He really didn’t think she would actually need to wear any make-up, but if he looked closely he would have noticed that she wore quite a bit. Her room was really much more girlish than he thought it would be.

He smiled to himself, actually he quite openly smiled. There was really something very cool, even erotic, about lying on a bed with an exposed hard stiffy in a very feminine girl’s bedroom. He considered going over to her dresser to look inside her panty drawer. He really wouldn’t do that. That would be terribly intrusive. She might be offended by that, and he wouldn’t blame her. But, he did stroke himself as he looked around the room at all the signs of girlishness. His hard cock swelled with pride, surrounded by, and exposing itself to, such sweet femininity.

He then noticed on her vanity table a picture of himself. She has a picture of me? It made him realize how much she liked him (as if having sex with him wasn’t sufficiently informative). He never would have imagined that she would have a picture of him sitting out like that.

If Kimmie had noticed the picture when she quickly cleaned up her room, she probably would have hidden it. Tim’s dick swelled further. This was a girl who really, really liked him, and now wanted to go all the way with him.

Kimmie burst back in the room to see Tim patiently lying on the bed, still sporting his erection. She thought it was so cool to see him there, to see her guy all naked on her bed, his big manly penis waiting for her. She actually had a naked erection staring at her from her bed. Her girlfriends would be so jealous.

She hurried over, climbed onto the bed and sat down on her haunches beside him. “Here, let’s try this on.” She ripped open the packet and removed the condom. She turned it around and around for awhile, trying to figure out which side goes on top. She clutched his erection and stood it up straight to slide the condom down onto it.

‘Nuts,’ she realized. She had picked the wrong way. She turned it over and began to slide it down. She quickly realized that you put it on like a silk nylon, sliding it down, bit by bit.

Tim was quite nervous about whether it would be too large. What would she think if it just draped over his cock like a loose bag. This was a moment of truth.

But, it appeared to be fine. It was clinging tight to his skin. He smiled with relief as he watched Kimmie straighten it out. He had an image of his mother struggling to get his feet into his other rubbers. He was then reminded of other major milestones in his life: riding his first bike, driving his first car, and now putting on his first condom. And, this was especially neat, as he was sharing this moment with Kimmie.

She pulled it real tight at the base. Just like his mother, she didn’t want it to slip off. She smiled at her handiwork. His erect penis looked pretty neat all dressed up like that. “Such a handsome man. Standing up so tall and proud in his tight rain coat.” She leaned over and gave the tip a hard, full kiss. She then took a deep breath and lied down on her back beside him. “Okay, Puffin, put it in.”

Tim quickly got on top of her. He felt like a kid at his first real birthday party, at least the first one in which he understood what it meant.

Kimmie opened her legs for him, presenting to him the best present she could give. She was embarrassed to do so, spreading her legs like that. It felt a little slutty. The insinuation was rather obvious. She was spreading herself for him, exposing to his eyes her naked cunnie. She was grateful that he didn’t look closely or directly at it.

Tim’s eyes were indeed fixed on her bubbies, which jiggled so adorably as she leaned back down to receive him. Her titties even sat up firm while she was lying down. They looked liked two large snow cones, capped by a couple of peanuts. He scrambled in between her legs, like an eager puppy. She giggled at his undisguised enthusiasm.

It became quite clear though that he wasn’t particularly experienced. He wasn’t experienced at all, and he was having difficulty fitting it in. He first tried just pushing it in, but it kept slipping off. It wasn’t even getting into her slit. He held it still with one hand, which wasn’t easy as he then had only the other hand to keep from falling down on Kimmie. But, even that didn’t work, as he wasn’t at all sure where along her slit he should stick it.

Kimmie could see his struggle, and she helped him to save face. “Puffin,” Kimmie whispered, “It would make me so happy if, you know, the first time, you let me guide it in. I want to be the one to do it, at least the first time.”

What a relief. “Sure, if you want.” He was more than glad to let her do it, not realizing that his confusion was so painfully obvious.

Kimmie didn’t want to embarrass him. Besides, once she started to correctly position his stiff penis she realized that she enjoyed doing it. She felt like she was truly, actively, directly welcoming him into her body, into her cunnie, into her life.

Kimmie rotated the head of his penis around and around at the entrance to her cunnie as she worked its way into the entrance, helping to get it good and lubricated, as well to firmly lock it into place. Once she felt it was snugly ensconced, she gave him the go ahead. “Alright, Puffin, you can push it in now, but go real slow, you know, cause you’re, well, so large and everything.”

Tim gripped the blankets and pushed. It didn’t go far, but it did go in a bit. He pulled back, making sure that he did not pull all the way out, and then pushed back again. It seemed to go in a bit further. He continued his careful, tentative thrusts, getting in deeper and deeper with each push.

She felt so terribly, terribly tight, like her cunnie was a series of thousands of lips, all clinging, clasping tightly against his cock.

Before too long though he was all the way in, and it had been well worth the effort. He had never felt a more lovely home for his dick. It was like her cunt was precisely made for the purpose of embracing, engulfing his cock, the walls gripping, molding, squeezing, and caressing every inch, every centimeter.

He provided fuller, lengthier thrusts. Kimmie closed her eyes, moaned with pleasure, and wrapped her legs around him; holding him, and his cock, tightly against her.

She gasped, “Puffin, you feel so big, so large inside me.” She wasn’t just saying that. Perhaps a lot of girls do just say that, but Kimmie was being quite honest. To her virginal cunt, he felt like a bull, and her saying so made Tim feel like one. He smiled to himself. No, he openly smiled and thrust even harder, slapping his abdomen against her, jarring her body as he pounded his “large” cock inside her.

“Hmmph, hmmph, hmmph,” Kimmie groaned with each pounding plunge, at times altering with a quiet little whimpering as her cunnie was being so thoroughly serviced, pumped, and plunged. She spread her thighs wider, wanting to let him in as far as he could go, although still keeping her heels on the back of his thighs, not wanting her prize bull to escape its stall.

Tim had never felt anything so pleasurable before. He wondered if he could go back to just using his hand. It was like every nerve of his cock was being stimulated; every nerve on the shaft and along every curve and edge of the bulb; scintillated, tickled, and massaged by Kimmie’s moist, wet softness. Most acutely sparked was the sensitive head of his cock, as it battered its way deep through the clammy cramped quarters of Kimmie’s cunt, a sensation totally absent when he used his hand.

He suddenly stopped. He could feel the rising sense of an inevitability. He wanted to last longer, particularly during the first time. He wanted Kimmie to enjoy it to, to enjoy it as much as he was about to.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes opening in confusion and concern. “Did you hurt yourself?” She had been a bit worried about it bending so much when he was first trying to get it in.

“No, no,” he responded. “I, um, I just, um, wanted to wait a bit.”

Kimmie knew what the problem was. She said softly, “Go ahead, Puffin, let yourself do it.” Even more softly, “I want to feel it squirt, inside me.”

Tim again awkwardly shifted his right hand back down, but, this time, not to help guide his cock. He squeezed his hand between their bodies and brought the tips of fingers to her cunnie; more precisely, to the erect button of her clit.

“Oh my!” Kimmie gasped as she felt his touch.

Tim then resumed his plunging while at the same time pressing his fingers down in a circular motion on her clit. He had the odd thought of that kid’s game, where you pat your head while you’re circling your tummy. It was an odd thought perhaps, but it also again helped to distract him. He needed a bit of distraction to keep himself going.

“Puffin, Puffin,” Kimmie gasped as she felt the double stimulation: her clit being so roughly yet heavenly massaged, while her cunnie was being so thoroughly flushed. She as well could not imagine going back to just her own fingers, although whenever she did she knew that she would be thinking about this moment. She gasped, “Puffin, do it hard.” She pleaded, “Do it harder!” She confessed, “You feel so good. You filll me up so much.”

And with that remark he felt like he was going to do just that. It started like he was about to faint. If felt like his head filled with blood and a tidal surge of pleasure swept through his body. “Kimmie,” he gasped as his cock twitched with its first jettison of jism.

As she felt his cock twitch in her cunt, Kimmie exploded as well, her body suddenly twitching and jerking in orgasmic spasms, “Puffin, Puffin,” she said quietly as she pulled him tightly against her, crushing his hand against her sweaty, shuddering, shivering body.

Tim let his left arm collapse and he fell down on her, resting his chest against her lovely soft breast pillows, as he felt his cock jerk and spasm, releasing its thick, hot load safely into the rubber.

Both their hearts pounded against each other, their breaths fast and short with lustful release, their bodies clutched against each other; Kimmie’s body jerking spasmodically as Tim’s cock did as well, seeming to squirt endlessly inside her cunt. Yes, Kimmie thought, this is definitely much, much better than her finger.

Kimmie grasped Tim’s head and pulled his lips to her, giving him an openly sloppy tongue kiss as the final lurches of their orgasms passed over their bodies.

Went it had passed they just held each other closely for awhile, catching their breaths, enjoying the moment, the pleasant feeling of afterward. Tim rested his face in the crook of her neck. Kimmie softly stroked his hair, basking in the bliss of the feel of his penis slowly softening within her womanhood.

After awhile, she turned her face to him and said, “Gee Puffin, you hit a home run on your first date.”

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“I surely hoped you enjoyed it. The fantasy won’t be as good as the memory, but nevertheless I hope it was enjoyable. I would, of course, be very happy to hear of any comments and suggestions, and please do take the time to vote. Any encouragement is so very helpful.”

“You’re beautiful Dana and your breasts are oh…so magnificent,” he whispered as he kneaded each one. He licked and sucked one nipple to another and she groaned. “Gary, guess I’m gonna die away…ohh …this is really good,” she hissed with panting breath.

“Wait till I lick your pussy,” he said boldly. Slowly he left her boobs and started trailing down with sizzling kisses. One hand remained molding one breast while the other swept along the curve of her side. Gary buried her face on the soft middle of her tummy and flicked his tongue around her navel. Dana’s excitement was sending her to higher planes of ecstasy.

At last his lower lip was skimming the top end of her pubic hair. She was clean and thought he’ll plunge his tongue into her obviously wet pussy. However, he stared at her pussy first, blew over the soft down hair and noticed her juice trickled down the crack of her butt.

“Gary…” she said squeezing her legs together to his head.

“Hey, be still and stop squeezing your legs…I am about to take my snack!”

He parted her legs and his fingers moved to pry open her pussy lips, the glossy pink interior throbbed in frenzy. His finger waved some pubic hair that stand in the way and held her pussy lips fixed open just so that the tip of his tongue will run freely along the sides of her inner lips. Soon as she felt his wet warm tongue wormed through her she bucked her hips and gasped. Gary’s appetite for pussy was huge and ate her sophisticatedly like a gourmet eater. Dana burned with a wild, forbidden yearning she couldn’t describe.

“Owww God,” Dana moaned as if in agony. When he raised his head, he saw her beautiful face screwed up in ecstasy. Her clit had become engorged and Gary flicked his tongue, sipping the hood between his lips then squirting off and repeating it as his spirit moved him. When she was nearing her peak Gary would insert his tongue into her still sealed sheath then back again to torment her aching clit. Not a minute more and Dana was like a runaway kite. She was excreting more juice until her body shook to the power of her orgasm.

“Gary fuck me now! I want your dick inside me…now Gary…please.”

Without further ado, Gary stuck his truncheon on her wet paradise. The head passed through but Gary became too cautious and moved very gently. The more he teased him with just a couple of inches of his meat, the more desperate Dana felt of her need. As Gary plowed another inch, he felt the vicelike grip around his cock and suddenly panicked.

He pulled back his dick and said, “Dana we forgot to use a condom! I wouldn’t like you to get knocked up.”

“Get it on. Mother put me on a pill. She doesn’t want another daughter get knocked up.”

Dana’s pussy grew tighter and Gary needed added pressure so he could shove it to the hilt. He leaned to kiss her lips, slid his lips down to her ear and gently bit her ear. “Oww,” she yelped and his cock slid through effortlessly to the hilt. Now he pounded her, fucked her deaf and blind and Dana’s pleasure soared. He licked her ear as he pumped away but Dana forced his head over hers, as she preferred he kiss her lips. Gary stirred his kisses to frenzy; even shoving his tongue and sucking hers until the final destination drew so very near. Gary raised up his body and tried mightily to hold on. Dana bucked her hips up and down and clutched his butt.

“God, it feels sooo gooood!” Dana murmured with labored breathing.

“Oh God. I can’t believe it. I can’t stand it. It’s too much for me,” she said as if she required help. She was gasping, raising her chin up, eyes open as if searching for divine intervention. “Ah…Ah…ah”

“Dana, do you like it? are you coming?”

He couldn’t believe he was now fucking and he’s crying with happiness and his tears mixed with his sweat and her cunt juice on his face. Her pussy was warm and tight. He could feel her interior walls were grasping his cock and seemingly milking it and inducing him to come with a flood of semen although he had come copiously earlier. He managed to stay longer and it was both beneficial for them for the pleasure was staying longer. The moment came when looking at Dana’s face was too much to absorb. She was agonizing in ecstasy. Dana’s legs were all wrapped up tightly over his waist. He was penetrating her deeply and the more he felt sucked into her vortex of pleasure.

OH, Gary fuck me, fuck meeeee, it’s so good, fuck my virgin pussy, fuck me, it’s cumming again, it’s cuummingggg, Oh.” Dana was in a babble of delirious moans. She had been coming with out let up. Gary knew that he would spurt in a fraction of a second and he announced it. His climax came, their lips locked and for a long time their bodies writhed in frenzy, the room reverberating with their primal screams. Gary felt he had spurted like the first as his semen escaped from her velvety lips, frothing around his massive cock that plugged her tight pussy.

Later, when Gary was giving her the money Dana refused. “Treat me to dinner instead and then afterwards let’s fuck again.”

Gary embraced Dana and for awhile they appeared like dancing to a slow tune from the slow hand man named Clapton.

* * * * “Yeah, I think so, I’m coming… coming yeah…” she cried. Gary smeared his lips on her engorged clit and then sucked. “Urghhhh….oh,,,oh….fuck, shit…think I’m gonna pass out…” Gary continued circling the tip of his tongue around her clit. Her thighs clapped against his ears but they didn’t reach them because of his shoulders that were wedged between them so the tension rose high as she want to press her legs together as the oncoming orgasm was so intense. The inner lips ballooned out prodding him to sip and nibble them. Long moans were escaping from Dana’s lips. She was in seventh heaven or even eight. It seemed like all the pleasures of her life were concentrated in that area. Gary’s dick was boring the bed that he had to raise his butt. By this time, her clit was peeking out from its hiding. His tongue went around it and for every second he crossed its top and feels the bump and each time he did that Dana was moaning like crazy. Gary noticed the tiniest slit inside and pushed a finger in. His finger went in at an inch and twisted gently feeling the smooth wet walls inside.

“Gary you’re tormenting me with pleasure. I don’t know if I’m gonna pee or not. It’s too much. Ahh…ahhh…”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Oh, please don’t stop, I think I’m hitting my climax again, nail it down Gary, hit it, hit, oww, oww, here it comes….owwww, it’s’so good….”

Gary’s face was so drenched with girl juice. At last he’s got to enter her and positioned himself on top of her.

“Go ahead Gary, I’m on pill. My mom put me on a pill ever since my two sisters got pregnant.

“Gosh, I didn’t even thought about that. I’m glad you told me that.”

Gary pushed his dick inside her sopping pussy. He made tiny humping until half was inside. He looked down and watched her pussy gloving his thick shaft. He humped some more to get it all inside till it reached her cervix. “Yeah, I think so, I’m coming… coming yeah…” she cried. Gary smeared his lips on her engorged clit and then sucked. “Urghhhh….oh,,,oh….fuck, shit…think I’m gonna pass out…” Gary continued circling the tip of his tongue around her clit. Her thighs clapped against his ears but they didn’t reach them because of his shoulders that were wedged between them so the tension rose high as she want to press her legs together as the oncoming orgasm was so intense. The inner lips ballooned out prodding him to sip and nibble them. Long moans were escaping from Dana’s lips. She was in seventh heaven or even eight. It seemed like all the pleasures of her life were concentrated in that area. Gary’s dick was boring the bed that he had to raise his butt. By this time, her clit was peeking out from its hiding. His tongue went around it and for every second he crossed its top and feels the bump and each time he did that Dana was moaning like crazy. Gary noticed the tiniest slit inside and pushed a finger in. His finger went in at an inch and twisted gently feeling the smooth wet walls inside.

“Gary you’re tormenting me with pleasure. I don’t know if I’m gonna pee or not. It’s too much. Ahh…ahhh…”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Oh, please don’t stop, I think I’m hitting my climax again, nail it down Gary, hit it, hit, oww, oww, here it comes….owwww, it’s’so good….”

Gary’s face was so drenched with girl juice. At last he’s got to enter her and positioned himself on top of her.

“Go ahead Gary, I’m on pill. My mom put me on a pill ever since my two sisters got pregnant.

“Gosh, I didn’t even thought about that. I’m glad you told me that.”

Gary pushed his dick inside her sopping pussy. He made tiny humping until half was inside. He looked down and watched her pussy gloving his thick shaft. He humped some more to get it all inside till it reached her cervix.