Paul reached out and silenced the alarm clock. It was already light, he didn’t need to get up early since it was a Sunday morning. But Sundays were the best day of the week for him because he would go to church. After the service everyone would mingle together in the hall next door and drink coffee, or sometimes wine. But what made church so appealing was the women.
Paul lived in the middle of the US. ‘Flyover country’ the people on the coasts would call it disparagingly, while they ate brunch in the most fashionable cafés where the wait was ‘only’ an hour or two. But what they didn’t realize, since they never bothered to go there, was that church was like a training program for his targets. When she was a young teenager, each girl would be sworn to preserve her virginity until marriage. And usually she would stay a virgin. Maybe not all the way to her wedding night, but at least she had only slept with her husband.
Paul liked to be second. He had no intention of marrying any of the girls, or even having a long-term relationship, so the single girls were too much of a challenge. It is hard enough seducing a skittish virgin at the best of times, but one who has sworn to preserve her virginity is trickier still. But once they were married they became targets for him, game to be stalked and hunted. Once their lust had been awakened it was not so easily put back to sleep.
Once they got older they often gained weight and got less attractive. Plus, after they had their first child they became less focused on sex and more focused on family. But in between, after their marriage and before their first pregnancy, they were ripe. Ripe for seduction. Still young and attractive, still interested in sex but often never having experienced the nirvana of truly good sex. Their hormones were still flooding through their bodies so it wasn’t too hard to get them to think with their pussies and not their brains.
The fact that they were married meant that they wouldn’t get too attached, were not looking for a full-on exclusive relationship. That part of their life was already filled. They wanted a lover not a boyfriend. After only a few years of marriage they were not yet bored with their husbands, but that didn’t mean they weren’t bored at all. Ready for some excitement. As long as he was very discreet and gave them sublime sex, then they would often submit to his desires.
To their surprise they would discover that his desires were their own desires too. He would persuade them to do things that they never thought themselves capable of. And when it came time to move on, perhaps when their husband got them pregnant, then they would meekly return to the routine future that a typical marriage entailed, but with the fond memories of wonderful sexual experiences that they knew they would probably never experience again.
Today in church, Paul would go on the hunt. He had high standards and would only pursue the most attractive women. He would take his time, a newly married woman never submitted quickly. Today he was only interested in one thing, what he thought of as a first date, the first opportunity he would have to be alone with her.
The first date is really important with a married woman. In fact to call it a date is a misnomer. If she thinks it is a date she will refuse. But somehow there has to be a first meeting, a first time she lets herself be alone with him. Best of all is if she shows interest without really realizing it. She asks him to help her fix something. Without realizing it, she has invited him into her house. The seduction can begin.
The church service dragged on interminably. Paul wasn’t interested in the service, of course, he was interested in the socializing afterwards. During the sermon he felt his cock stirring a little in anticipation of the moment when they would all leave the church and his real mission would begin.
Paul spotted her immediately. She was new, since he was sure he would have noticed her immediately before. She was medium height, with blonde hair. Maybe mid-20s. Even in the modest dress she was wearing he could tell she had nicely sized firm breasts. The heels she was wearing accented her ass nicely. She was the prettiest girl in the room and he wanted her immediately.
“Hi,” he said. “I don’t remember seeing you here before.”
“No,” she said. “We just moved to the area.”
“Well, welcome then. I’m Paul.” He held out his hand.
“Katie,” she said, shaking his hand. He held her just a split second longer than necessary.
“So where did you move from?”
“Just twenty miles away. We got married last year and we decided to move closer to Anthony’s job.”
“Do you work?”
“Yes and no. I had to quit my old job when we moved. I’ve not found a new one yet. Do you know anyone looking for an accountant?”
“I might do. I’m a management consultant so I end up in all sorts of companies.”
“I thought management consultants lived on airplanes.”
“Well, there’s a fair bit of that.”
“The glamorous jet-set.”
He laughed. “Those are not the words that spring to mind.”
“It must play hell with relationships, all that traveling. Are you married?”
“Not at all.”
She laughed. “What does that mean? It was a yes-no question.”
“I just meant I’ve not really any interest in getting married.”
“You aren’t hinting that you’re gay, are you?” she said with a smile. “That wouldn’t do in this church.”
He laughed. “No. I’m hinting that I’m a stud.”
“Ooh, I’d better keep away from you then. Being newly married and all.”
“Traded your abstinence ring for a wedding ring.”
“Well, I never had an abstinence ring.”
He raised his eyebrows. “So you were a naughty girl?”
She punched him playfully, laughing. “I did not say that.”
“So you were a good girl?”
“Mostly.”
He laughed. “Now it’s my turn to say that was a yes-no question.”
“How did we get onto this subject? I hardly know you and you’re getting me to reveal my secrets.”
“So tell me then.”
“What?”
“What ‘mostly’ means?”
“No. There are too many people around for a start.”
“So you’d tell me if we were alone.”
“Maybe.”
“Did you have boyfriends before your husband?”
“I just had one. In high school.”
“Let me guess. You nearly did it with him.”
“Yes,” she said almost in a whisper.
He spoke quietly, so that nobody near had a chance of hearing. “You were naked, weren’t you?”
He could see the slight pink flush in her face. “Yes” she whispered.
“And you just stopped yourself at the last moment.”
“Yes. I’ve always regretted it a little.”
“Why?”
“Because…”
But before she could finish, a man walked up. Katie introduced Paul to her husband Antony.
“Well, I’d better go and circulate,” Paul said. He took a couple of paces away and then, as if it had just crossed his mind, he came back. He handed her his business card.
“Email me your résumé,” he said. “I’ll keep an eye out for accounting jobs for you.”
Paul chatted to a couple more potential targets but none seemed as promising as Katie whose conversation, to his surprise, had already got a lot more intimate that he could have hoped for on a first meeting. That evening his computer beeped with incoming mail and he had Katie’s résumé. More to the point, he had her email. And even more to the point, on the top of the résumé was her cell-phone number.
“got it” he texted her a few minutes later. Next time he texted her she wouldn’t wonder who he was, even if she hadn’t already entered his number into her phone off his business card. Which, of course, he hoped she had.
He did nothing the next day. Seducing a married woman is a bit like getting a cat to sit on your lap. No good comes of chasing, you have to let them come to you when they are ready.
On Tuesday she texted him. It was just something innocent. “i’m bored not working.”
He didn’t reply directly to her text. Women much prefer a man who takes the lead as opposed to following theirs.
“coffee. starbucks. 11am”
She didn’t reply immediately. He knew she was wondering if she should go, if it was acceptable for a newly married woman to go for coffee with a man she just met. But she could rationalize it that he was a man she met at church, so presumably his intentions could be nothing but honorable.
Finally she replied. “ok”
She looked very different from how she had at church. Gone was the modest Sunday dress to be replaced with designer jeans that looked like they had been sprayed onto her legs. A short white blouse that left her midriff bare. He could see through the thin fabric that she was wearing a red bra. He couldn’t stop himself wondering if under those jeans she had a matching thong. He felt a pang of disappointment knowing that today would be too soon to have a chance of finding out.
He got up and kissed her chastely on the cheek. In a moment the two of them were had a table and two coffees. He caught a flash of a jewel at her belly as she sat down.
“Is your navel pierced?” he said.
She lifted up the front of her blouse a little to give him a clearer view.
“Cute,” he said. “When did you get it?”
“Just after I was eighteen. It was a sort of rebellion.”
Paul laughed. “I guess that getting your belly-button pierced is as wild as it gets round here.”
“Well, I was a little wilder. I already almost told you.”
“Does he know?”
“Who?”
“Anthony. Husband. About your high-school sweetheart.”
“No. He thinks he’s my first boyfriend.”
“And he’s your first husband.”
She laughed. “I’m hoping I don’t need a second one.”
“So why did you regret it? Not…fucking your boyfriend.”
“Don’t say that. It is such an ugly word.”
“I think it is beautiful. When a girl says ‘fuck me’ it is the most romantic phrase.”
“I prefer ‘make love to me’.”
“And is that what you said to your boyfriend?”
“Yes. Before I got cold feet.”
“Or a cold…vagina.”
She gasped. “I can’t believe you said that word in Starbucks.”
“Your little virgin vagina.”
“Stop it. You’re embarrassing me.”
“So what happened after? After the big non-event.”
“He dumped me the next day. Funny thing is, I think I would have done it the next time if he hadn’t. I just needed a day or two to get used to the idea, so against all my upbringing. Good little Christian and all. Virgin until marriage.”
“So you regret missing out?”
“Yes. I mean I love being married. I have a father for my future children. I don’t have to worry about going on any more bad dates. I can…you know…any time.”
“’Make love’ is the phrase I believe.”
She blushed. “You’re funny. I’ve only just met you and yet you manage to get me to reveal stuff I’ve never told anyone else. Not even Anthony.”
“But you wish you’d had a little more experience before marrying, I guess.”
“Yes. Anthony’s the only one. Now I wish my number was a little higher. Not a lot, not a slutty number, but three would have been perfect. Two guys and then a husband.”
“Is it good? With Anthony.”
“I think so. But that’s the point, I don’t really know. I’ve read a few erotic stories and it seems much more intense. I don’t know if it is just poetic license in the stories. Of course I know stories are not real life, they’re fantasies. Women taken away by Scotsmen on big horses to castles in the mist to be ravished.”
He laughed again. “There is a bit of a shortage of castles and Scotsmen round here. A horse might be doable.” He touched her briefly on her leg. “And I’m sure a ravishing could be arranged.”
She looked at him, curious, as if she was trying to see if he meant anything more, or was just teasing her. He put his hand on her thigh again and this time he left it there. The silence got longer.
“I’m married,” she said quietly. “Besides, why would you want…” Her voice trailed away.
“Because you’re hot. You’re twenty years younger than me. I want to know what you look like naked. And you want to know.”
“I know what I look like naked.”
“Not that, you want to know good it can get. When it’s done properly.”
She paused again. “I’d better go before…”
“Before what?”
“Before I find myself signing up for a ravishing.”
“You don’t sign up for a ravishing, you know,” he said. “You just get ravished whether you like it or not. Isn’t that the point?”
“I suppose. It’s hot in the stories but in real life I don’t know.”
“Girls love to give up control. Be taken.”
She paused, lost for words. “Gosh, I’m getting hot. I need to go.” She lifted his hand off her thigh as if she had suddenly noticed it.
“Do you want me to walk you home?”
“As long as you don’t try anything. Ravishing-wise I mean.”
“I’m just an innocent consultant,” he said.
“You’re not. You are anything but innocent. You get me to Starbucks and you get me to tell you my secrets and then you get me…warm. I’ve never done anything like this before. You’re dangerous.”
“Because it’s tempting?”
“Because I mustn’t,” she said, as if she was trying to persuade herself.
The two of them left the café, and walked the few blocks to where Katie and Anthony lived. She unlocked the door and opened it. She didn’t invite him in but she didn’t tell him to go. He walked in behind her and let the door close behind him. She started to move into the living room but he put his arms around her and let his hands end up on her midriff, his fingertips on the smooth bare skin of her stomach. She let out a little involuntary sigh. He spun her around and let his hands slip onto the cheeks of her ass. He could tell now that she was wearing a thong, just a single layer of material between his fingers and her skin.
“Are you ready to kiss me?” he said.
“Not yet.” But the way that she said it implied that she would be.
“Next time. Like with high-school guy. You need the time.”
“Oh gosh. I’m so confused.”
He felt her body trembling. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m so scared.”
“You’re turned-on.”
“Perhaps.”
He laughed. “That means ‘yes, but I’m not going to admit it’.”
She laughed. “Perhaps,” she said very deliberately.
“Do you want to be ravished?”
“Perhaps,” she said smiling. “But I thought I didn’t get any say in the matter. I get ravished whether I want it or not.”
“You’d love that. Not having to take any decisions for yourself. You’re not breaking your marriage vows if it just happens.”
He bent forward and gently pressed his lips against her mouth. He pulled her ass towards him so that he knew she would be able to sense the hardness of his cock against her body. She broke the kiss and rested her head on his chest.
“What are you doing to me?” she said.
“Making up for what you missed in high school.”
He knew that if he pushed it then he could probably have her. But he also knew that she might regret it afterwards, she wasn’t quite ready enough. He didn’t want her to feel too guilty about her first time with him since he wanted there to be many other times, so he decided to leave. Leave her hungry. He knew there would be a next time.
“Will you be OK if I go?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I’m so confused. This is so wrong.”
She looked up at him and he bent down and kissed her again. This time the tips of their tongues touched, it was like a little spark of electricity in their mouths. He moved one of his hands off her ass and slid it up the side of her body and onto her breast. He could feel her nipple through her bra and blouse, a little pebble hard with desire. She moaned again as he rubbed her nipple with a fingertip. He could feel her body shivering harder as he continued to stroke her breast and nipple.
“You must go,” she said.
“You want me to go?”
“You know I don’t. At least my body doesn’t. My brain isn’t working. But you must.”
“You can have a taste, you know.”
He moved his hands from her ass and her breasts to her shoulders. He didn’t need to push down hard. A moment later she was submissively on her knees in front of him. She sat back on her haunches patiently while he unzipped himself and eased out his rigid cock.
She sat looking at his cock, inspecting it. Of course it was only the second cock she had seen in the flesh.
“You’re scary big,” she said. “Compared to…you know.”
He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head slowly towards him. She wrapped her mouth over the knob of his cock. She started to caress him with her tongue. He undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pushed everything down to his ankles.
She reached up with one hand and started to caress his balls as her tongue found all the most sensitive spots on his cock. He knew he wouldn’t last long. A married woman sucking his cock for her first time was just irresistibly exciting.
“Show me your breasts,” he said.
She didn’t take her mouth from his cock as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Then she reached behind and unclasped her bra and it joined her blouse on the floor.
“Perfect,” he said as he got the first sight of her firm breasts. She was a little suntanned so her breasts looked white compared to the rest of her body. She had big light-brown areolas and large crimson nipples. Of course they were rock hard points.
She started to suck him harder, taking his cock deeper into the back of her throat, fucking him with her mouth.
“Oh Katie, I’m going to cum,” he moaned. “Don’t spill any.”
His hips started to make little involuntary thrusts into her mouth as he got close. She let the hand caressing his balls slip back further between his legs. The tip of her finger found his asshole and started to gently rub it as he started to cum. The first blast of his orgasm shot into her mouth. She forced her fingertip into his ass. He could feel it spasming around her fingertip as his body emptied into the back of her throat.
She sat back and swallowed. Then she stood up. She kissed him. He could taste a hint of his cum in her mouth. His hands found her breasts and he started pinching her nipples. Suddenly she pulled away from him. She looked at him as if she had suddenly come to her senses.
“OK?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “But now I feel so guilty. I’m fucking married for god’s sake. And here I am having just sucked off someone I barely know.”
“You’re good at it.”
She laughed. “I’ll tell you another secret. That Anthony doesn’t know. I sucked high-school guy quite a few times. That’s mostly where I learned.”
“And did he lick you?”
“No. I never let him take my panties off. Until that one time when I got…what was it you called it?…a cold vagina.”
“You should have let him lick you. Then your vagina would have been very warm.”
“Yes, I know. Anthony does it sometimes. But I don’t think he is very good at it. He’s never…that’s too much information.”
“He’s never made you cum?” He leaned over and whispered in her ear as if they were surrounded by other people listening. “I will.”
She kissed him again, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth with a sense of urgency that had been missing earlier. Then she pulled away again.
“You have to go now,” she said. She said it seriously enough he knew she meant it, she wasn’t play-acting.
“When can I come back?”
“You can’t. You mustn’t. I mustn’t.”
“I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“No. Shit. I don’t know. Just don’t make me decide.”
“You know what’ll happen if I’m the one to decide.”
“Don’t make me admit I want it to.”
Paul pulled up his pants and did up his belt.
“See you tomorrow,” he said as he let himself out while Katie hid behind the door so the neighbors couldn’t catch her topless.
Paul found it hard to concentrate on work the rest of the day, and even harder to wait until it was nearly lunch time before he texted her.
“can i come over?”
“no” she texted back immediately. He wasn’t surprised. When seducing any woman, let alone a married woman, you never got to start up again where you left off, you had to go one step back before going two steps forward.
“let’s go for a walk” he replied.
“maybe” she texted. He had no idea if she was teasing him after he’d told her the day before that ‘maybe’ means yes. Or whether she really did mean maybe. He’d better reassure her a little.
“we’ll be in public”
“i guess i’ll be safe from any unexpected ravishing”
“lol. i’ll go and get my horse. see you in 15 minutes.”
He hadn’t planned on a picnic but he managed to scavenge some bread and some cheese from his kitchen. More importantly, he had a bottle of champagne from his refrigerator. Pink champagne, the perfect accompaniment for the pink pussy he was hoping to see later.
On a whim he texted her. “wear pink panties”
He drove over but he deliberately didn’t go to her front door so she didn’t feel the slightest bit threatened. Instead he texted her that he was outside. She came out a moment later. He felt his cock twitch when he saw here. She was wearing shorts. Short shorts that did nothing to hide her long tanned legs. She had a vest on top and, although he couldn’t really see it at first, he assumed she was wearing a sports bra. She had pink running shoes and a pink baseball hat to complete the ensemble. He was certain she also had pink panties inside her shorts.
He took her to the nearby state park. Like everyone else, they walked along the main trail through the park that went around a lake. But he knew the park well and he took her off onto a smaller trail. Once they were out of sight he took her hand and was pleased she made no attempt to pull it away. He didn’t say much, just casual talk about the weather and the park. Eventually they ended up in a little clearing in the trees near the top of a small hill. They could hear the voices of other people in the park but they were all in the distance, below them on the main trail. They were out of sight of anyone except any passing helicopter.
He got the small blanket out, and the two champagne glasses.
“Oh wow,” she said when she saw the bottle of champagne.
“Pink champagne,” he said. “To go with your shoes and hat.”
He opened the champagne and poured two glasses.
“That’s why you wanted me to wear pink panties.”
“And did you?”
“You already know the answer to that. I’ve no idea why but I feel I have to do what you say.”
“Show me.”
“Now? Here?”
“Yes. It’s private.”
She looked around and realized that he was right, there was nobody anywhere near, they were not overlooked in the slightest. She took a deep breath as if she was summoning up the courage to do it, undid the button on her shorts and pushed them off over her shoes. She was wearing pink lacy briefs.
“Nice,” he said.
“They are the only pink panties I have but…” She stopped.
“But what?”
“They were the panties I got married in. So this is really bad.”
“We can make it good. You don’t have to wear them.”
She looked at him puzzled.
“Take them off,” he continued.
“Oh my god. I can’t.”
However, he sensed that she wouldn’t put up the slightest resistance if he took her panties off for her, even though it was clearly a step too far to take them off herself. He reached over and she lifted up her ass so that he could peel her panties over her cheeks and over her shoes. She sat on the rug, her legs tightly together, her pussy completely hidden from him. She was mostly shaved, only a little moustache of blonde hairs just above the dimple at the top of her slit. He couldn’t wait to see her, the most intimate corner of a woman’s body, those folds that can only be seen when she offers them to your eyes.
He put his hands on her knees and gently pushed them apart. She resisted for a split-second and then she lay back and spread her legs for him. She had prominent labia, pink like the champagne, a perfectly formed orchid nestling between her legs. He bent forward. She shivered at the first touch of his tongue on her pussy. He used his fingertips to gently open her up, pushing his tongue into her opening and savoring the flavor of her copious juices.
He pushed a fingertip inside her entrance. She was tight but she was also so wet that her body yielded instantly. He pulled his finger out and let it slip lower. He moved his tongue to her clit, already hard like a pink grape-seed and at the same time he lightly rubbed the rough pucker of her asshole with the tip of his lubricated finger. She started to moan.
“Oh gosh you are good, I’ve never…not like this…don’t stop…oh fuck…this is so wrong…but so good.”
As his tongue circled around her clit, driving her arousal higher and higher, he gradually worked his finger deeper into her ass. Once her asshole relaxed a little he started to finger-fuck her there, thrusting his finger back and forth at the same rate as his tongue nuzzled her clit. He let a second finger find the warm wetness of her pussy. Her body was wound-up taut like a spring and he knew she must be close already.
“Oh I’m gonna cum,” she squealed. “Don’t stop licking, don’t stop fingering.”
Her body arched and she thrust her hips up into his mouth as her orgasm burst from her pussy and flooded her whole body with pleasure. He pushed his had forward, forcing one finger deep into her ass and another deep into her pussy. He could feel her whole body clenching and unclenching as her climax ran its course. Finally she lay limp on the blanket with her eyes closed, almost as if she was asleep.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He could sense the affection in her eyes, love even as she gradually descended to earth from the paradise he had taken her up to.
He slipped his pants off and moved between her outspread thighs ready to enter her. But she had qualms at the last moment as she felt the knob of his cock nudging her lips apart.
“No,” she said. “Not there. I can’t. It’s…I’m married.”
She reached down and grabbed his cock and directed it so that it slid up over her mound rather than into the sanctuary of her married pussy.
Paul reached into his rucksack and grabbed a bottle of lube that he had put there. He rolled Katie onto her front and squeezed a copious squirt onto her asshole.
“What are you doing?” she panted as he roughly thrust two fingers into her ass.
“I’m going to fuck you in the ass because you love Jesus, like in that Garfunkel and Oates song.”
“On no, I’ve read about it but I’ve never done it. Doesn’t it hurt?”
“We’ll go slowly.”
He moved his fingers away, spread her ass-cheeks as wide as he could, and pressed the point of his cock against the brown starburst glistening with lube. He pushed firmly and watched as her body distended and her asshole opened up and wrapped around his cock tightly.
“Oh fuck, it’s like in those stories. Like I’m a virgin being ravished.”
“You are a virgin. In this hole anyway.”
“Nngg,” she growled, sounding like a wild animal more than a woman, as he distended her. He pressed down harder, forcing her body down against the blanket as more of his cock slipped inside the tight ring of muscle.
“Shit,” she panted, obviously uncomfortable as he forced his thick cock into her tightest hole, unused until that moment. But he was too excited to be gentle. He pulled back out of her a little and then pushed his hips down again. She was breathing heavily now, struggling with the unaccustomed feelings in an unaccustomed part of her body. Gradually the whole of his shaft vanished into her body. Her asshole was starting to relax a little more now.
He grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard. She grunted loudly each time his cock pistoned into her ass.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe it, I’m cumming.”
And she was. Her asshole clamped down hard, almost painfully, around his cock. It was hard to keep fucking her as her orgasm pulsated through her. Her asshole squeezing his cock was like a milking machine and a moment later he grunted too and he felt the first blast of his cum shoot deep into her virgin rectum. He collapsed onto her back as the final little dribbles of his orgasm dripped out inside her.
The two of them lay there for a minute, his cock going soft, her asshole gradually closing up as he got smaller inside her. Finally he pulled out. She rolled onto her back.
“Wow,” she said. “That was intense. I had no idea.”
“You can do it with Anthony now.”
“No way. That is much too dirty and taboo for him. Oh wow, I’m going to have to do it regularly with you aren’t I?”
“I hope so.”
“You’ve changed me. If you’d asked me on Sunday I’d have said I’d never do this. Being naked with you. Never mind doing anal.”
“Well, you preserved the sanctity of the married vagina,” Paul said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. “I guess that is important to you.”
She laughed. “That’s a bit of a technicality given all the other stuff we’ve done. But I guess I’ll take the excuse and try and not feel too guilty. I’ll pretend what we did isn’t adultery, so I still have that commandment unbroken.”
The two of them got dressed and he drove her back home. They talked about nothing in particular, avoiding the topic of what they had done and, as if in a silent agreement, avoiding the topic of when they would meet again.
Paul decided to give her a few days, send her a few flirty texts but not suggest anything. Let her get over her guilt and for her body to become hungry again. Let the cat come to him. He had no doubt that he would soon be in her ass for the second time even if she kept her pussy off-limits for marital and religious reasons.
He was surprised on Friday morning when she texted him at 7am to tell him she had just driven Anthony to the airport and she was coming over. He was a little worried the way her text was all business like. Maybe she was feeling so bad about everything that she was going to break off all contact with him. He would just get to see her at church on Sundays, a forbidden fruit he would not longer be able to taste.
He opened the front door and let her in. She was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. He was pleased to see from the way her breasts swayed that she wore no bra. It looked like she’d just thrown some random clothes on to drive her husband to catch his plane.
He poured her a coffee and turned around to give it to her. She’d already pushed her sweatpants over her hips and was stepping out of them. She had no panties. As he watched she pulled her T-shirt off over her head. He saw her completely naked for the first time, in the park she’d only taken off her shorts and panties, and the first time she had sucked him she had only taken off her top and bra.
“You are overdressed,” she said. He was stunned that she was suddenly taking the lead.
She pulled his polo shirt over his head, undid his belt. It only took her a moment to have him naked too. His cock was already almost hard.
“Where’s your bedroom?” she said, taking his hand.
He guided her down the corridor. She lay naked face-down on his bed, reached back and spread her ass-cheeks. He could see the brown asterisk of her no-longer-virgin asshole. He reached into the drawer on his nightstand and got out a bottle of lube. He dribbled a little onto her asshole and started to rub it in, gradually working the tip of his finger into her.
“Oh shit,” she said suddenly. “Just do it. I mean not in there. Properly. Ravish me properly. Like in those stories. Take me.”
She worked her knees up underneath her leaving her shoulders and head on the bed. She spread her legs. Her pussy was framed between her thighs, a pink gash in the pale skin of that part of her body. He drizzled a little lube onto his cock.
He pressed his cockhead against her lips and pushed forward a little until that delicious point of resistance of a girl’s body. Her labia stretched into a circular ring around his pink knob.
“Are you sure?” he said as he started to apply a little more pressure.
“You’re in charge.”
“That’s a lot of responsibility. It’s your marriage vow not mine.”
“You’re in charge,” she said again.
He grabbed her hips and plunged his cock forward. With her arousal and his cock pre-lubricated he slid into her completely in a single thrust.
“Oh fuck, I should so not be doing this,” she gasped as she felt her pussy stretched wide by his thick member. As he started to move his hips back and forth she started to move too, pressing her ass back against his belly each time he slid back into the warm wetness of her pussy.
After a time she moved forward. She pushed him onto his back. She squatted over his cock, reached down and directed it back into her as she sank down.
“I’ll be a little bit in charge, now the damage is done,” she said.
“Damage?”
“A cock. In my married pussy. Not my husband’s cock.”
She reached down around the curve of her body as started to rub her clit as she moved her hips back and forth, slipping his cock in and out of her.
“I’m going to cum,” he said, almost trying to push her off him.
“I’m on the pill. Cum inside me.”
She accelerated her thrusting and it took just a few seconds before he started to cum, pumping creamy cum deep into her now unfaithful pussy.
Once his cock stopped jerking she sat on him, continuing to masturbate herself while he watched. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing got heavier and then he felt her pussy shudder and he knew she was climaxing. She stroked herself a little longer and then finally rolled off him to one side.
“How was it?” he said.
“Better than in the stories. Being ravished didn’t really seem to need the horse or the castle.” She paused. “And I have to admit it is better than with Anthony. I don’t know if it because you’re big or you know just what to do.”
“How long is he away for?”
“Until tomorrow evening.”
“So are you going to stay all night?”
“You’re in charge.”
“Then you already know the answer.”
“You’re in charge,” she said again, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her mouth against his.
“I’d better call my client and say I’m sick. So we can have sex all afternoon.”
“You’re in charge.”
Chapter 2: You’re in Charge
“How was it?” Paul said to Katie after they had fucked for the first time.
“Better than in the stories. Being ravished didn’t really seem to need the horse or the castle.” She paused. “And I have to admit it is better than with my husband Anthony.”
“How long is he away for?”
“Until tomorrow evening.”
“I’d better call my client and say I’m sick. So we can have sex all afternoon.”
“You’re in charge.”
Paul loved to be second. In the church that he went to, indeed in much of the state, girls avoided pre-marital sex. He liked the challenge of a recently married woman, only recently initiated into the joys of sex. She had only recently had her wedding at which she swore to be faithful to her husband, so it was always a challenge to get her to take off her panties for him and ignore her recent wedding vows.
His latest girlfriend was Katie. Initially she’d been reluctant to let him into her married vagina, so he took her in the ass instead. But after her husband had to go out of town on a business trip she had come to his house and given him what he desired. He got to be second, the second man in her pussy.
But she gave him more than just her pussy. She gave him her principles. “You’re in charge,” she would say whatever he asked.
The two of them spent the afternoon in bed. Of course they didn’t have sex non-stop, they got to know each other’s intimate secrets. From being reluctant to give him the ultimate gift, now she was ready to do whatever he asked, when he asked. When he was in the mood to be sucked, she sucked him. When he wanted her ass again, she rolled over and offered it willingly. And of course her cunt, promised exclusively to her husband, was sopping wet whenever he felt inclined to use it.
Paul always found that there was something special about a married woman staying all night. After all, the logistics were not usually favorable. Lunchtime in bed with a married woman was not so difficult, but a night required the husband to be away and the wife to be ready to go to another level. Sex was one thing, but staying until morning felt closer to intimacy and commitment.
“Are you going to stay the night?” Paul asked Katie.
“You’re in charge.”
“Then you know the answer. Do you need to go home and get some stuff?”
“Like what?”
“Clothes? I don’t know.”
“I’m going to wear clothes? I don’t think so. Not if you’re in charge.”
“So how much am I in charge of your sex life?”
“You’re in charge. Totally.”
“Even with Anthony?”
“You’re in charge.”
“So if I tell you that you can’t fuck Anthony when he gets back tomorrow night, then you’ll deny him.”
“You’re in charge.”
“Wow.”
“I like the feeling of being on the trapeze without a net. Giving up control totally.”
Paul stretched. “I have to go to work today unfortunately. I already took yesterday off.”
“I don’t have to do anything until I go and pick Anthony up at the airport this evening.”
“You’re not to masturbate.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because I’m in charge.”
“OK. It’s going to be hard though. You’ve got my body on fire.”
“You can fuck Anthony when you get him home.”
“I suppose. That seems so routine now.”
“On the trapeze with a net.”
“Exactly. Too safe. Fucking you is much more exciting. I guess because I’m not meant to be doing it.”
“It’s like those erotic stories you read. The more forbidden the sex, the more exciting it is to read about.”
“So when do I see you again? Oh my god, I made a big assumption there. You do want to see me again, don’t you? Or do you have other girlfriends?”
“Yes I do want to see you again. And while I often have more than one girlfriend, right now you are the only one. You want to help me get another?”
“How do you mean?”
“One of your friends. Invite her over. I’ll drop by on some pretext.”
“How does it work after that?”
“I’ve no idea. Every seduction is different. You can’t plan in advance. For instance, I’d no idea you existed until last Sunday. I had no idea if you’d come to Starbucks. Or if you were ready to go down on your knees when I hinted at it.”
“After that, I swore to myself that it would not go further. I sucked you in a moment of weakness and that was it. Then you invited me to the park.” She laughed. “My resolve didn’t last very long.”
“Do you want a threesome?”
“How do you mean? I’m not going to have sex with you when Anthony is also there, if that’s what you mean. I love having an unexpected boyfriend, but a divorce would rather spoil the fun.”
“No. I meant if I get a second girlfriend.”
“Gosh. This is so unlike me. I was brought up to keep my virginity for marriage, and not commit adultery. Now I’m considering a threesome like in some erotic story.”
“You’ll do it if I tell you. I’m in charge, remember. So invite a friend over on Saturday.”
“OK. This seems so depraved. Like I’m baiting a trap for one of my friends. I suppose you want a married one.”
“If you want to be depraved, engaged but not married would be perfect. But a huge challenge.”
“Wow. Getting in there before her future husband. I have a friend like that. She’s so innocent though. A classmate from high-school.”
“What’s she like?”
“Tall. Thin. Nice figure. Long legs. Red hair. Very attractive.”
“Boobs?”
“A nice chest.”
“Pussy?”
She laughed. “I assume so. Not that I’ve ever seen it.”
“You will. When we have our threesome.”
“Oh my god, you are serious. It might actually happen. And she’ll see mine. That’s seriously weird to think about. We’ve known each other since we were…like…eleven.”
“Before she had red hair on her pussy.”
“I guess. I don’t really remember. Pre-boobs anyway.”
“Invite her over. What’s her name?”
“Amy.”
He and Katie settled down into a routine. Since he was working and she was not, he would come home a few times a week for lunch. He gave her a key to his house so she could be naked and waiting in bed for him. She still had a hang-up about fucking him in her marital bed. Not to mention she’d have to wash a lot of sheets.
She texted him one evening. “amy coming over for coffee 11am sat. anthony will be out”. The trap was baited and set.
“bring your cordless drill tomorrow lunchtime” he replied.
“wtf?”
“i’ll bring it back on saturday”
“oic. i’m a novice at this seduction thing lol”
For Paul, Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. Of course having regular sex with Katie was very satisfying but he loved the thrill of the chase, getting a new girl to abandon her morals and give in to his desires. Also, for the first time, he had a wingman. Well, a wing-woman, helping him.
Paul drove over to Katie’s house soon after 11 on Saturday. He rang the doorbell. Katie opened the door doing her best to look surprised.
“I brought back Anthony’s drill,” he said loudly.
“Oh, thanks. Come in and have a coffee. I just made some.”
Paul walked into the kitchen. Katie had described Amy accurately. She was a tall, slender redhead. She was wearing jeans and a top that were both tight, making her look even thinner, and accentuating her figure and especially her breasts.
“This is Paul,” she said. “He’s someone we just met at church a couple of weeks ago. And this is Amy. She’s an old friend going all the way back to high-school days. She’s getting married in a couple of months.”
Paul looked her up and down. “Your future husband is a lucky man.”
“I should warn you,” Katie said, “he’s a bit of a flirt.”
“You love to be flirted, if that is a word.”
“Since I’m married I guess it is a bit of innocent fun.”
“And I’m engaged,” said Amy.
“So does that mean I’m not allowed to flirt with you?”
Amy laughed. “I think all girls love to be flirted with, to be honest. But don’t do it when my fiancé is around. He’s a bit insecure sometimes.”
“That’s because he has a stunning fiancée,” said Katie. “Men can’t keep their eyes off you.”
“Is Anthony like that too?”
“No. I think he just trusts me to, you know, not do something stupid.”
Paul smiled to himself knowing she’d been in his bed just the day before. Not that he would think of it as something stupid.
Katie continued, “I think it is a sort of back-handed compliment for him when other men look at his wife. Don’t you like it when men look at you?”
“I suppose. As you say, it’s a sort of compliment.”
“I’m glad I’m pretty enough to get those looks.”
Amy smiled. “Me too.”
“You are hot. You get way more looks than I do. Plus red hair.”
Amy laughed. “Yes, red hair does get attention.”
There was a lull in the conversation. “I hope you don’t shave,” Paul said. He paused for a split second. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that out loud.”
Amy turned to Katie. “He’s way beyond a flirt.”
Katie laughed. “I know. Just go with it. He does have some redeeming qualities.”
Amy turned back towards Paul. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she said.
“I’m not going to pretend. Yes, I would like to know. But are you brave enough to tell me?”
“You are something else,” she said. She paused, obviously wondering if she should say anything. Then she blurted it out. “I shave the lips.”
Katie gasped. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“I can’t believe I did either,” Amy said. “Let’s rewind this conversation.”
“I’m loving it,” Paul said. “No prizes for guessing what I’m imagining.”
“Oh my god,” Amy said. “My…you know…down there.”
“Orange hair. White skin. Pink. A nice color-scheme.”
“How did this happen? I came here for a coffee with my high-school friend and now we are discussing my…”
“Your pussy.”
“You can’t say that word here. We’re like…in a kitchen as if we’re in a detergent commercial or something. Innocent.”
“It’s not innocent to tell me you shave your lips.”
Amy looked away. “I shouldn’t have told you.”
“Your plump, puffy, pussy lips.”
“Oh gosh.”
“I want to see.”
“That is totally not going to happen.”
“Do you like to be obedient?”
“How do you mean?”
“If I told you to do something a little risqué would you do it?”
“Such as what?”
“Take your bra off.”
“Wow. When Katie said you were a flirt I thought I knew what she meant. But you are shameless.”
“And the big question is whether you would dare to do it just standing there. Or whether you would cop out and go to the bathroom.”
“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.” Amy turned to Katie. “Is he like this with you?”
She nodded.
“Katie likes me to be in charge,” he said.
“Really?”
“She says it’s like being on a trapeze without a net. Watch.”
He turned to Katie. “Take your bra off,” he said.
Katie looked at him as if she couldn’t believe what he was doing. But he could see that she was going to do it without question. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She was wearing a white bra, nothing special. She reached behind herself and unclasped it and then let it fall off her shoulders. She was topless.
Amy stared at Katie. She had probably seen Katie’s breasts before in the locker-room at high-school, but she looked astounded at what had just happened. That Katie had taken her bra off in front of a man who was not her husband, just because he had told her to.
“Gosh,” said Amy. Paul couldn’t really tell if she was just surprised or also getting aroused.
“You have no idea how exciting it is until you try it,” Katie said. “Giving up control totally.”
“But…you’re married.”
“That makes it more extreme. You’re engaged. You’re a virgin. It would be even more extreme for you.” She paused. “So take your bra off.”
He couldn’t believe how much Katie was getting involved. He never expected her to do much more than set up the initial meeting and then watch as he attempted to seduce her friend.
“Gosh,” Amy said again. “I sort of want to. To see what it is like. But I’m not sure I’m daring enough. Plus I’m engaged and…nobody other than him has ever seen them. My boobs.”
“I want to see them,” Katie said.
“Really? Why?”
“Because I know it is hot to do what you are told. But I’m discovering it is also hot to be the person doing the telling.”
He reached out and took hold of the hem of her top. He slowly pulled it up. As if on autopilot she lifted her arms in the air so that he could pull it off completely in one movement. She stood there in just her bra. Her face and the tops of her breasts were slightly pink, she was very aroused.
“Fuck,” Amy said. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Isn’t it hot?” Katie said.
“I’d never have believed it…but yes. It’s also terrifying. But I’m going to do it.”
As if she was doing it before she could talk herself out of it, she reached behind, unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She stood there as if she was showing off her firm breasts. She had big crimson nipples that were sticking out hard. She was clearly excited. Amy stood there while Katie and Paul inspected her as if they were judging her chest for a competition.
“Do you want to go further?” Katie said.
“Oh my god. You mean….”
“Am I in charge?”
“Yes,” Amy said, almost in a whisper.
“Then take off your jeans.”
Amy didn’t pause. Maybe she knew that if she thought about it she’d realize it wasn’t necessarily a good idea. She undid the button at her waist, slid down the zipper and then wriggled her way out of the tight denim. She was wearing a light blue pair of boyshort panties. And now, nothing else.
“Are you excited?” Katie said.
“Oh my god, you have no idea.”
“You know what I’m going to tell you to do next, don’t you?”
“I can guess.”
She turned to Paul. “You want her to do it so much, don’t you?”
“Of course. I want to see that orange bush.”
“We’ll wait a bit though,” Katie said. “Let the tension build up.”
“You should get your pants off too,” Paul said.
“Is that an order?”
“No. It doesn’t need to be. I know you want to do it.”
Katie didn’t hesitate. In a moment she too was just in her panties, in her case, a tiny white thong that left little to the imagination, just covering her mound and her pussy.
“Wow,” Amy said. “How far…I’m not sure how to put it. How much have you let him be in charge?”
“I’ve sucked him,” she said. It was too soon to admit just how far she had really gone.
“Really? You only met him a couple of weeks ago. Not to mention being married.”
Katie looked down. “I know. I’m not exactly proud of myself but it just happened.”
Amy laughed. “It just happened! His…you know…cock…just happened to end up in your mouth by accident.”
“Yes. Now it’s your turn. Get on your knees.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Suck him. I’m in charge, remember.”
“Wow. Are you really going to make me do it?”
“Yes. Have you done it before?”
“No. Never. I’ve been a good girl, kept it all for marriage. You already know I’m a virgin, but I’ve not done anything really. Just with my hand, not my mouth.”
“I’ll teach you. Kneel down in front of him.”
Katie moved behind him and undid his pants and slid down the zipper. She pulled his pants and underwear down. Amy was already kneeling on the floor in front of him.
“Oh my god,” she said as she first got a sight of his cock. “It’s much bigger than I expected.”
“Hold it with your hand,” Katie said. Amy slowly reached up and tentatively wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock.
“Now put the end, the pink knob, in your mouth.”
She moved forward and took his cockhead between her lips. Since she’d never seen her fiancé’s cock, apparently, he realized how brave she was being to just put him into her mouth like that.
“Lick him. It’ll seem good whatever you do. Just move your tongue a lot.”
“Oh yes Amy, that’s wonderful,” he moaned, as much to encourage her as anything else. But the feeling of a total novice licking him was exciting, the enthusiasm making up for the lack of technique.
“Take him deeper,” Katie said. “So he is in the back of your throat. It may be hard not to gag. But you’ll get used to it.”
Amy pushed forward more, so his cock slid back over her tongue. She clearly wasn’t comfortable but since this was her first time he didn’t force himself deeper. But Katie did. She grabbed Amy’s red hair and roughly moved her head back and forth so that Amy was basically fucking him with her mouth. She gagged and coughed but Katie was remorseless and ignored her protests.
“Oh fuck, you have such a magnificent mouth,” he said, starting to move his hips in time with Katie moving her friend’s head.
Katie let go of Amy’s hair. “Are you ready?” she said.
Amy lifted her head off his cock. “For what?”
“For him to cum? You do know what happens when a guy cums?”
“Sort of. I did it once with him…with my hand. Stuff ended up all over it.”
“It’s going to end up in your mouth this time. Be careful not to spill any.”
“What do I do?”
“Just go back to what you were doing before. Hold his cock with your hand and stroke him. Use your mouth on his cockhead. Don’t think too much about it, it’ll just happen.”
Amy put her mouth back over the pink mushroom of his cock and started to lick him again.
Katie knelt down beside Amy. “Save a little for me,” she said. She reached across and started to caress his balls. “Get ready to empty these into my engaged friend’s little virgin mouth.”
“I’m almost there,” he said.
Katie put her hand on the back of Amy’s neck so that she wouldn’t jump back in surprise. Having seen Paul cum lots of times before she would know he was just on the cusp.
“Nngh,” he grunted as the first blast of his orgasm shot into Amy’s mouth. She was clearly shocked but Katie was holding her in place so she couldn’t do anything but sit there as her mouth filled with cum. Katie pushed her away and wrapped her lips around him and sucked the last dregs for herself.
“What do I do?” Amy said. Although it was hard to understand what she said since she had a mouthful of cum.
“Swallow,” said Katie. She opened her mouth to show the cum, then shut it, swallowed and opened it again. All gone.
Amy was brave. She shut her mouth and swallowed. Then she opened it again as if she was at the dentist and Katie was inspecting her.
“Good girl,” Katie said. “Your first mouthful.”
The two girls got to their feet from where they had been kneeling on the kitchen floor.
“OK?” Katie asked Amy. “It’s not exactly what the minister would approve of.”
Amy looked at her, seeking the right words. “It was the most exciting thing I can ever remember doing in my life.”
“Do you want to go further?”
“How do you mean?”
“He’ll lick you if I tell him to.”
“Like…down there?”
“Yes. It is the most wonderful feeling you can imagine.”
“Shouldn’t I save it for my wedding night?”
“No. He’s a virgin. He’ll be clueless. You want your first licking to be ethereal. Take off your panties.”
Amy didn’t think twice and slipped the light-blue cotton over her hips. Her panties fell to the kitchen floor and she kicked them away. Paul got his first sight of her pussy. A patch of orange hair, crowning her slit, the hint of pinkness nestling between her shaved lips.
“Pretty,” Paul said.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Katie said. “It’s more comfortable than the kitchen floor.”
She reached out and took both their hands and let them down the corridor.
“What do I do?” Amy asked when they reached the side of Katie’s bed. Katie and Anthony’s bed. The marital bed where Paul had never been invited before.
“Lie on your back. Spread your legs. Yeah, I know it feels obscene but just do it. He’ll do the rest.”
Amy got onto the bed. Her legs were clamped together protecting that corner of her body that nobody had ever seen before. Then she took a deep breath and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was as Paul had described it, a color contrast of orange hair, the pale white skin redheads seem to have, and the pink butterfly of her labia.
He moved up between her outspread thighs. He reached forward with both hands and very gently used his fingertips to open up her pussy.
“Oh my god,” Amy sighed. “I had no idea.”
“What?” said Katie.
“What it would be like to be touched there. It’s so different from…you know.”
“When you touch yourself?”
“Yes,” Amy sighed.
Paul moved forward and pressed his tongue against the engorged lips of her pussy.
“Oh my god,” Amy sighed again. “Heaven in a single lick. Ambrosia.”
Paul started to lick her. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her opening and then slid up the length of her slit until he felt the hard little point of her clit. Amy started to moan uncontrollably. She was saying things but the words were just incoherent.
Katie moved onto the bed and lay alongside her school-friend. She reached over and gently took one of Amy’s nipples between finger and thumb. Paul was pretty sure she had never so much as touched another woman before. As Paul licked Amy, he looked up to see Katie bend her head down and take another woman’s nipple into her mouth for the first time of her life.
Paul lifted up his head. “Hold her open,” he said to Katie. She reached down past the patch of orange hair and spread Amy’s pussy lips apart, exposing all the glistening pink folds hidden within. He slid a finger into the wet entrance to her cunt and lowered his tongue onto her clit, pointing up like a tiny rhino horn.
“Oh gosh,” Amy moaned.
“You want him to stop?” Katie teased.
“Fuck no. It’s…perfect.”
“It’s even better than sex.”
“Really?” Amy gasped. She was having trouble talking, she was so aroused.
“Mmm. So intimate. So friendly. So gentle.”
“I…” Amy said. But she was past the point of being able to talk. Paul fingered her hard and circled his tongue around her erect clit. It was all her body could take.
“Oh…gosh…yes,” she blurted incoherently. He felt her orgasm when her pussy grasped his finger as if it was trying to suck him inside. Her body froze for a split second and then she was gasping and shaking. Her body flooded with ecstasy, and her pussy flooded with juice, as he pumped his finger in and out of her and caressed her clit with his tongue.
“Oh…oh…don’t stop,” she gasped.
And he didn’t stop, at least not until the convulsions of her climax gradually faded to tiny ripples and she lay limply on the bed. Paul lifted his head up and Katie removed her fingers from her friend’s lips and let her satisfied pussy close up.
The three of them lay on the bed. For maybe half-an-hour they dozed off.
“Fuck,” Katie said, reaching over and shaking them. “Anthony will be back soon.”
Amy leapt up. “Shit, where are my clothes?”
“Kitchen. We got naked in the kitchen.”
They all went downstairs and sorted out our clothes from the pile on the floor. They had just got them on when the garage door opened. Anthony was back.
“Oh hi,” he said as he walked into the kitchen and saw us there. Fully clothed. No way to tell that we had been in a pile of naked bodies not long before.
“Paul and Amy were just leaving,” Katie said.
They both took the hint and all of them walked outside. Paul gave Katie a chaste hug but whispered in her ear “I want you for lunch on Monday.”
Then he gave Amy a hug too. “Follow me if you dare,” he said in her ear.
Amy got into her car and Paul drove off in his. He was pleased to see that Amy was doing as told and following him. They soon arrived at his house. He pulled his car into the garage and she parked on the driveway. He opened his front door and she walked in.
“Do you want to go all the way?” he said.
“You’re in charge,” she said, as Katie had done not that long ago in the same house.
“If I’m in charge, you know what my orders are going to be. Are you ready for that?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Just take the decisions for me.”
“I can’t do that. You’re engaged. A virgin. Living in the reddest of red states. Committed to your church.”
“I know. But today has been…I don’t know…extraordinary. It would be icing on the cake.”
“I’m not going to tell you to do it. Not going to give you the excuse that I made you do it. But you have a choice. You walk back out the front door and drive home to your fiancé. Or you walk up those stairs and give me what you promised him.”
“Give me a moment. It’s a big decision.”
“Like in the Matrix. Do you want to take the red pill?”
She took a deep breath. “I’ll take the red pill. Upstairs.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure it will be better with you than him. He’ll be clueless.”
He laughed. “It will even be better with him on your wedding night. You won’t be as clueless as you will have to pretend to be.”
She laughed. “I hadn’t even thought of that. Pretending to be a virgin. I guess when I walk back down those stairs I won’t be any longer.”
“No. But I really want to make sure that it’s what you want. It’s not like fucking Katie.”
“Katie let you fuck her?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“I suppose. I thought she’d just sucked you.”
“She wasn’t going to come right out and admit it. She’s married.”
“Gosh. Yes. Anthony doesn’t have a clue, does he?”
“No. And your fiancé won’t either. I don’t even want to know his name.”
“Are you going to fuck me after I’m married too?”
He laughed. “Isn’t that largely your decision?”
“I suppose. I’ve never had sex and now I’m planning adultery already. Am I a slut?”
“You’re a virgin. I don’t think you can be a slut too. It’s a sort of contradiction.”
“Take me upstairs and do it. Before I change my mind.”
He took her hand and led her up to his bedroom. She held her hands up in the air and for the second time that day he took her top off. Then he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her jeans and her blue panties were soon on the floor too.
“You have an incredible body,” he said, looking her up and down.
“Thanks,” she said. “Nobody has said that before. Well, nobody has seen it before, to be honest. I mean apart from you. Earlier.”
“Are you enjoying showing it to me?”
“Yes. It feels so daring. I’m not very brave really. But I’ve been brave today.”
“It’s not over.”
“I know. I can’t wait to find out what it’s like. I’ve imagined it but I really don’t have much of an idea.” She laughed. “I’ll tell you a secret. I stick my finger inside myself and imagine it’s…him, nameless fiancé…his cock. I never imagined it would be someone else’s. The first one. Tell me what to do.”
“Get on the bed. We’ll kiss and touch and cuddle and get comfortable. Then you lie on your back and spread your legs. Like when I licked you, but this time it won’t be my tongue.”
“Being licked was so incredible. I hope being made love to will be as good.”
“Licking is form of being made love to.”
“I know. But you know what I mean. Being…fucked. There, I said it. I’m a religious virgin about to be fucked for the first time. Wow.”
He took his clothes off and slid onto the bed alongside her. He held her in his arms and kissed her. Her lips were initially cold and unwelcoming but suddenly she started to move them and her tongue probed experimentally trying to find his. They touched. He felt a little shiver run through her body. He slid a hand onto her breast, rubbing his thumb over her rock-hard nipple. She pulled him hard against him.
“Now,” she said. “I can’t wait. I want to get it over with.”
He laughed. “You make it sound like an ordeal.”
“I just don’t know what it’ll be like. If it’s an ordeal or a delight.”
He pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell apart as they had done earlier for his mouth. He moved between her thighs. He grabbed his cock and positioned it in her entrance.
“Don’t stop now,” she sighed. “I’m fine.”
He pushed forward. Her body resisted a little at first and then his pink knob vanished into her virgin pussy. He looked down to see her little pink labia wrap around the shaft of his cock as he penetrated her.
“Ouch. It’s a little tender. But keep going.”
He started to fuck her, pulling out a little and then pushing forward, each time going a little deeper as her virgin cunt gradually relaxed and softened. His hard cock slipped into the welcoming wetness of her body.
“Oh my god, I should have done this when I was fourteen,” she moaned. “It’s so unbelievably pleasurable.”
Her body gradually grew accustomed to the invasion and relaxed until the whole length of his cock was sliding back and forth inside her no-longer-virgin pussy. She was sighing and moaning with the feelings of pleasure that she had never experienced before.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to feel you cum.”
She reached down between their bodies and started to caress her clit. It didn’t take long.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped.
And she did. Her cunt squeezed his cock hard and she gasped at the intensity of her muscles contracting. Then she was groaning as her body was washed through with waves of excitement flooding out from her pussy.
Her cunt grasping his cock hard like that took him over the top too. He pulled out of her and moved up so he was sitting on her hips. He stroked himself. The first powerful jet of cum shot all the way up her body, between her breasts, to her face. As he gradually pumped, the blasts got weaker and her body was criss-crossed with a grid of sticky cum.
He moved up alongside her and held her tenderly.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she said. “Gave you my virginity instead of him. Instead of fiancé.”
“Are you OK?”
“Totally. When are we going to do it again?”
“When do you want to?”
“You’re in charge.”
Chapter 3: Flying without a Net
“I can’t believe I did that,” Amy said. “Gave you my virginity instead of him. Instead of fiancé. Just because you told me to.”
She lay on Paul’s bed, her legs casually spread without a hint of the embarrassment that might be expected the first time her pussy had been seen by a man, or the fact that her body was covered in a lacework of his cum. He didn’t hide that he was looking at her, inspecting the pink folds of her pussy, the shaved smooth pale-skinned outer lips, the burning bush of orange hair. There was a tiny drop of red blood seeping out of her pussy, the only evidence of her fresh defloration.
“Are you OK with what we did?”
“Totally. When are we going to do it again?”
“When do you want to?”
“You’re in charge.”
“Stay the night.”
“But I’m meant to see him this evening…fiancé.”
“You have a migraine. Call him.”
“Not like this. Not naked in your bed still glowing. With it…your sperm…all over me. It’s too much of a betrayal.”
“If I tell you to call him then you’ll call him.”
“Yes, I know” she said quietly. “You’re in charge. No net.”
“You can have a shower first. Wash away the unfaithfulness.”
She laughed. “I don’t think technically it is being unfaithful. Seeing as we’re not married.”
He smiled. “Whatever.”
“You’re right. It was totally unfaithful. Worse, really. Infidelity in advance. Being unfaithful to him even before I’m even married. Before I’ve…with him…had sex.”
“But I’ll let you go home. Next time you can come here with Katie.”
“You’re going to fuck me with Katie watching?”
“She won’t just be watching.”
“I don’t understand.”
“She’ll be touching you. Or you’ll be licking her. Something.”
“Oh gosh. No net really means what it says. No net at all.”
“You’re not allowed to have sex with him, fiancé, until your wedding night.”
“Gosh. I hadn’t even thought about that. Now that I’m no longer a virgin I suppose there isn’t much reason not to do it with him. To keep holding out.”
“But I forbid it. You’re only to have sex with me until you say the words ‘I do’.”
“And after? With you? I don’t know if I’ll want to.”
“I’m in charge, so it isn’t your decision. If I want you, then you’ll be here. You’re flying without a net, remember.”
She looked away, unable to meet his piercing eyes. “I know,” she said in a whisper. “Katie was right. You only find out when you try it. Up on the trapeze. No net.”
Amy got off the bed and went into the bathroom. He got up and stood in the doorway looking at her sitting on the toilet.
“You’re going to watch?” she said.
“Yes.”
“This is something else too. Absolutely no net. This is almost worse. I’ve never peed in front of someone before.”
“You’ve never fucked someone before either.”
“Yes. But at least I had plans to fuck someone. My fiancé. On my wedding night. So much for that! I’d no plans to pee like this.”
She looked him directly in the eyes. He heard the sound of her pee in the toilet. He took a couple of steps forward, lifted up her chin and kissed her. As long as she kept peeing, their lips moved against each other. When she stopped, he stood up and took a wad of tissue. He put his hand between her legs and wiped her dry.
“Oh gosh. This is so extreme that I’d never even thought of it. A guy wiping me.”
He laughed. “Maybe next time I wipe your ass.”
“No way. That’s too bizarre. Even for you.”
“Or maybe I fuck you there.”
“Really? Is that a thing? How does it work? Has Katie let you…there?”
“Yes. She was reluctant to give me her married pussy at first, so I took her ass.”
“Gosh. I didn’t even know you could really do that. I’d heard about it but didn’t really believe it.”
“I’ll have yours soon.”
“Oh my god. I guess you will. You’re in charge. Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It hurts as much as I want it to. It can be gentle or I can make you cry.”
“Please be gentle.”
“It’s not your decision.”
“Fuck. Without a net. You’re in charge. You decide if it’s…I don’t know…pleasant or painful.”
“Exactly. If I’m in the mood to hear you scream it’ll be painful.”
“No wonder Katie loves it. No net. It’s amazing. Frightening, but amazing.”
“It’s your ass.”
“I know. But I’ve given it to you. No net, remember.”
“Show it to me.”
She rolled so her breasts were pressed into the bed. Then reached back and spread her cheeks. He looked down at the tight virgin pucker. As a redhead her skin was pale but her asshole was browner, a little brown rosebud nestled between her ass cheeks. A tiny tight starburst.
He bent forward and gave it a little lick. “Shit that’s so bizarre,” she said.
“I can’t wait,” he said. “Now go home and have a romantic dinner with your fiancé.”
“It’s like my life is split. The cuddly love part is with my fiancé. The porno sex part with you. A glass of wine and a steak with him, with you parting my ass cheeks so you can lick it. My…there.”
“And the porno part is also with Katie.”
“Yes. I took my bra off for her. Odd to think about now. At the time it was so exciting. She told me to take my bra off. You were standing there, a total stranger. And I did. I can’t believe I dared to do it. But I am so glad I did.”
“It’s fun to fly without a net.”
“Yes. She touched me too, didn’t she? When you were licking me.”
“She held your pussy open wide.”
“Wow. Really? This has been such an unexpected day. I’ve known her since we were little girls.”
“And you never did anything with her?”
“No way. Naked teenagers in the hot-tub was as daring as we ever got. So I guess I’ve seen her pussy before.”
“And she saw yours. Before your slit got decorated with red hairs.”
“Yes. I couldn’t believe it when you asked me if I shaved. So impertinent. Aggressive. Out there.”
“I was as surprised as you when you answered truthfully.”
“Me too. It has certainly been a weird day.”
“A treat?”
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
“You’ll have another day. Next time.”
“I suppose. It’s all overwhelming. I was going to be a good girl, save it all for marriage, and now I’m going to end up doing more. Maybe more than I’ll ever do after marriage.”
“We can do it all again after you’re married.”
“I know. But you know what I mean. With him. Future husband. Anonymous fiancé. Compared to you, he is naive like I was.”
“You can teach him.”
“I know. But you can’t ask for stuff you aren’t even meant to know about.” She laughed. “Tie me to the bed and do me in the ass isn’t exactly what the church seems to have in mind. Sex is just about babies. When you are a teenager you mustn’t do it because…babies. When you’re married you must because…babies. But only with your husband…because…you get the idea.”
“I don’t think the church noticed the pill fifty years ago.”
“For sure it changes things. I don’t think I’d’ve risked it with you if I wasn’t taking it.”
He laughed. “You’re a virgin. Why are you taking the pill?”
“I may be a virgin but I’m getting married in a couple of months. We want children but not, like, right this instant. I’m going to have sex on my wedding night. Every girl knows that. But a sensible girl never knows when she might have a moment of weakness…her vagina might overwhelm her brain. Even virgins have feelings. It takes real willpower not to do it. I went to Planned Parenthood when I was fifteen. But today was the first time I needed the protection I got back then. I had a lot of willpower until now.”
“Wow. You went on the pill just in case?”
“Yes. I masturbated. Yes, I know the church said I wasn’t meant to. But I knew what my body was capable of demanding. I decided to be safe.”
“You are smart, not just pretty. I like smart girls.”
“I thought men only cared about hotness. They want to fuck hot girls. Who gives a shit if I have a doctorate in physics? Which I don’t. Just a degree.”
“Hmm. I like both. Of course you can’t tell who has a doctorate in physics by just looking. But you can tell who is hot.”
“We don’t get our degrees stamped on our foreheads.”
“That’s true. So I only find out later about the PhDs. Because I don’t hit on…that’s not quite the right phrase…try, with anyone other than really attractive girls. Like you and Katie.”
“I guess that is a compliment.”
“It is. Come back tomorrow lunchtime.”
“I’m not sure I can. I have work meetings and…fuck, yes, I’ll find a way to be here.”
“Katie will be here too. She doesn’t have a new job yet.”
“Wow. OK. You know…how shall I put it…I’ve never been with a woman before.”
“You were never with a man before today. Plus she watched you suck me.”
“Yes. But you’re going to make me lick her, aren’t you. There. Girls don’t even see other girls’ ones like guys. A bit of slit in the front, that’s it. Then hairs even cover that. Well, if they don’t shave. I’ve never even seen one for real. Up close. The idea is scary.”
“Katie saw yours.”
“I know. I think it was weirder spreading my legs knowing my middle school friend would see it than that you, someone I’d only met an hour earlier, would see it. All the stuff down there.”
“Katie’s awaits you.”
“What’s it like?” she said.
“She’s mostly shaved. Little patch of blonde hair. She’s an outie like you.”
“I’ve no idea what that means.”
“Her inner lips stick out through her outer. Like yours. An innie has big outer lips that cover up the stuff inside. The petals. The pink petals. Well, if you are white. Black girls have chocolate petals. Indians, Chinese, somewhere in-between. Let’s say coffee.”
“Oh gosh, it sounds like a Las Vegas buffet.”
He laughed. “It’s tasty for sure. Each girl is different. They look different but they taste different too.”
“How does Katie taste?”
“Wait until Monday. You’ll find out.”
“Oh my god. You’re really going to make me do it.”
“No net. You do what I say.”
On Monday lunchtime the three of them drove up to Paul’s house at almost the same time. They went inside.
“Do you want anything to eat?” Paul said.
“I’m too excited to eat,” said Amy. “My body wouldn’t be able to take food, I don’t think.”
“Then let’s go upstairs and get naked. We all know why we’re here.”
“What do you think’s going to happen?” I asked Amy.
“You’re going to make me lick Katie. Until she cums. Then you are going to do me in the ass. Maybe you are going to make her do something to me too.”
“Good answer,” he said. “Are you OK with all that?”
“No net. I don’t get to decide.’
In a couple of minutes we were all naked on my bed. Kissing, cuddling, touching. Nowhere out of bounds. In no time there were girls’ hand on my cock, my finger was in them, we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. Parts that should get hard got hard, parts that should get wet got wet.
“Move up the bed,” I said to Katie. She sat on the pillows and leaned back against the headboard. She spread her legs side. Amy got to see her middle-school friend’s pussy for the first time.
“You don’t need me to tell you what to do,” I said to Amy.
She moved up the bed between Katie’s legs. The first time a girl sees another woman’s vagina is pretty daunting. There is all the visual stuff: women don’t show other women their vaginas even when they are naked in the gym, so they have never really seen one before. Then there is the practical stuff: How do I lick it? Where’s the clitoris? Do I stick my finger in her ass? And all the other stuff: What’ll it taste like? Will I make her cum? Will I be as good as the guys who have already licked there?
Katie put her hand on Amy’s head and gently pulled her forward. She’d never been licked by a woman before so she was being brave too. Amy’s pink tongue finally pressed against Katie’s pink labia. They were both totally committed.
“Yes,” Katie said. “Like that. A tiny bit higher…yes, that’s my clit. Oh my god. We should have done this when we were ten.”
“That’s so pervy to imagine,” Paul said. “You doing each other pre…pre-everything. Pre-pubes. Pre-breasts. Pre-curves.”
“We didn’t even know we had clits at that age.”
“Stick a finger into her,” Paul told Amy. “Be gentle when you are trying to find the way in.”
“Oh gosh, yes, there. Push it right in,” Katie sighed as Amy managed to find the opening.
“A little bit faster,” Katie said.
Amy started to lick her enthusiastically, and at the same time she started to move her finger in and out of her friend.
“Keep going. Like that. Don’t break the rhythm.”
Paul reached between Amy’s legs. She moved one leg up to give him full access. He pushed a finger into her. She was dripping wet. He started to finger-fuck her slowly as she licked Katie.
“I’m nearly there,” said Katie. “Don’t stop.”
Katie was lying back against the headboard with her eyes closed. Her body twitched and she let out a little grunt. Her hips made tiny thrusting movements underneath Amy’s mouth and finger as her orgasm flooded her body.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh Amy, fuck this is wonderful.”
When Katie’s orgasm had run its course she grabbed her red-headed friend’s hair and pulled her up the bed alongside her. The two women kissed.
“Did I do OK?” Amy said.
“You made me cum. Anthony can’t.”
Amy laughed. “You make it sound like a competition.”
“You won. Gold medal.”
“Get her ass ready for me,” Paul said to Katie.
Amy lay face down on the bed. Katie spread her ass cheeks. She hesitated for a moment and then she lowered her head and the tip of her tongue started to lick the rough pucker of Amy’s asshole.
“That’s so weird. Being licked there. By a girl. Before I’m going to get a cock forced in.”
“Put a finger in,” Paul said.
Katie sat back, licked one of her fingers and then rubbed it on the tight ring of muscle. She pushed a little harder and the tip of her finger vanished into Amy’s virgin asshole. She started to move it back and forth, gradually working more and more of her finger into her friend. He leaned forward and pushed his finger in alongside Katie’s. Amy grunted at the unanticipated insertion. Paul and Katie fucked Amy’s asshole together, gradually relaxing it, until two fingers moved easily.
Katie bent over, and without taking her finger out of Amy’s ass, she started to suck on Paul’s cock, getting him hard, getting him ready. Her saliva would be the lubricant into her friend’s ass.
Paul and Katie pulled their fingers out. He moved so he was over Amy. Katie held his cock and positioned it on Amy’s asshole. She then spread Amy’s cheeks wide, as wide as she could. Paul pushed forward.
“Oh fuck,” Amy grunted as Paul’s pink knob vanished into her rear hole. Katie licked her finger again and started to push it against his asshole as he gradually worked his cock into Amy’s tight ass. As his cock went into her friend, her fingertip went into Paul.
“Gosh you are tight,” Paul said as he gradually got the thickest part of his cock into her.
“It’s hot to watch,” said Katie. “An anal defloration.” She stroked her own pussy as she fingered his ass.
“Shit it’s intense,” Amy gasped. “Shit I’m going to cum just like that. Oh my god. So intense. So…can’t speak.”
Katie had a sort of second sense. As he got really close she pushed her finger in hard, all the way. He came instantly. While Katie slid her finger in and out of his ass, his cock fired cum deep into Amy’s body.
“Oh yes,” Katie said as she felt his orgasm through her finger. “Fill her up. Fill up my schoolfriend’s rectum. Engaged but not yet married. This is so fucking dirty. Fill her ass with cum.” She stopped using her other hand to masturbate and stroked his balls instead, as he pumped into Amy’s body.
“Oh yes. Katie. Amy. So perfect,” he gasped as his body got past the first overwhelming spurts and he drained himself into Amy as Katie fingered his ass and stroked his balls. Finally he pulled out. Amy rolled onto her back. Katie didn’t need any more of an invitation to something she’d never done before. She pushed Amy’s thighs even wider apart and bravely pushed her tongue hard and deep into the pussy glistening from Amy’s excitement.
“Fuck,” Amy said. “You can’t do that. You’re a girl. But shit. It’s sublime. Don’t stop.”
And she didn’t. She spread Amy’s pussy wide and pushed her tongue in deep. After the excitement of giving up her anal virginity, Amy only lasted a few minutes before she came again.
“Can you stay the afternoon?” Paul asked Katie.
“No. I have to run errands and stuff. I’m married, don’t forget. I have a husband to look after.”
“And I’m meant to be going to dinner with his parents. I don’t have a husband yet but I will in just a few weeks. This is so wicked.”
Postscript
“It’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever told me to do,” Amy said to Paul.
“You love to do dirty things when I make you.”
“I know. Not a shred of net this time.”
The timing went perfectly. As Amy was walking out to the limo with her father to go to the church, she suddenly needed the restroom. Paul was already in there. He had his cock nicely lubed up and was masturbating, holding off just short of cumming.
She gathered the skirts of her wedding dress up and bent over the washbasin. He pulled her panties to one side. In one thrust he was inside. She gasped, even though she was already slippery and damp. It only took a moment, a dozen thrusts and he was cumming.
“Squeeze it out of me,” he said. “Like toothpaste.”
She clamped her cunt on him and he pumped his seed deep into her. A moment later he pulled out, her panties back in place. She stood up and let her skirts fall.
“You are something else,” she said. “I’m going to be thinking about you all day, not him. Not my future husband.”
She left the restroom as he did up his pants. Not long after, she walked up the aisle on her father’s arm to say her vows with his cum seeping out of her cunt into her wedding-day panties.