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While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected, for
the most part) short
stories and still retains enough of that character that you do not have to read
each one in turn to
understand what is going on. Think of it as a series of incidents in a
biography. The sexual
activity is invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost
invariably consensual,
there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice, defloration
more often.
Chapter 12
Flowering After Defloration
Dave would do anything that he reasonably could to ease her
mind about letting him make love to her, and especially taking her
virginity. She had been magnificent to conquer and while she now
had no maidenhead to take she would still be wonderful, he was
sure, in bed -- better, probably, in a real bed and when she knew
what she was going to do.
Certainly she did not have to ask if he would respect her in
the morning, because he was still there when she woke me with a
request for a repeat performance. When Joy woke, she found that
the soreness in the muscles she had heard came with first
intercourse did not seem to be there. She looked at his nude body
beside her in the bed, and began thinking of having more of him.
Last night could be written off to a wild impulse, to a
momentary weakness. Doing it again in the cold light of this
morning would be another matter.
Should she suggest it?
Yes. It was good, and to make love to him while relaxed and
in a bed and knowing what the end was like should be even better.
Dave told her that it might not be a good idea, since he had
not prepared for a second session. Unless she wanted to see if she
could borrow some sort of contraceptive from one of the other girls
in the house...
Joy was startled by the idea, but she decided that it was
worth trying. She put on a bathrobe and went and knocked on
Suzette's bedroom door. He heard Joy's voice when the door opened,
but there was only a dead silence in response at first.
Suzanne was thrown for a loop on that Friday morning when Joy
knocked on her door before eight and asked about borrowing some
kind of contraceptive. She silently motioned Joy into the bedroom
and walked to the dresser with her. Ricky woke up enough to wave,
and Joy nervously waved back.
"You used something last night, didn't you?" Suzanne asked.
"Y-Yes, Suzanne, I mean he had a condom. But I wanted to do
it again now..."
"You mean that Dave is in your bedroom."
"Yes," she said in a small voice.
"I'm glad to see you are using it. I'm glad to see you have
a reason to!"
So she was handed a tube of jelly and a spare applicator and
she left. If she didn't know how to use it, and couldn't figure it
out, Suzanne thought, Dave would know.
She did not know how to use it, so Dave showed her. This time
Joy reached to hold and examine his penis, and to stroke it. After
she felt it grow under her hand, Dave kissed her lips and neck and
breasts and one thing led to another in the best way. When his
little tower was fully erected by her hands, Joy stared at it in
fascination and glided her fingers up and down on it with a
thoughtful expression. Now that she could see his erection for the
first time, she knew that it was as large as it had felt last
night. Joy almost kissed it, but she was still a little shy there.
Joy found it hard to believe that something like that had been
in her last night, but she wanted it there again, very much. While
Dave lay back on the bed she spread her legs and knelt over him.
Joy sat on his erection and felt it slowly go up into her. He held
his breath as she came down and let it out as her tunnel swallowed
him. At the very end of the slow sweet trip, Joy closed her eyes
to concentrate on the sensation and her mouth opened slightly. She
was less afraid now and the way he forced her walls apart was
perhaps a little more exquisite.
The expression on Joy's face was wonderful to see. While Dave
had tried his best to stretch and fill her last night, she still
felt incredibly tight.
Ricky and Suzanne snuck out in a few minutes and listened at
Joy's bedroom door. She was not only having fun, she was very
vocal about it. That got those two started, and pretty soon they
were back in her bedroom and naked and Suzy had her legs wrapped
around Ricky and locked behind his hips as he pumped into her.
This meant that Anne didn't know what had been going on until
she saw Dave Whitley and Joy walk hand in hand to the shower.
Joy bounced slowly and exquisitely, but she found that she had
to dismount and pause and rest after her first orgasm. Her
appetite was less easily exhausted than her knees, however. She
was eager to have Dave enter her from behind while he fondled her
breasts. And later they shared a shattering climax with Joy under
him, taking everything that Dave could give her. Her hips jerked
rapidly several times when she felt his sperm pump into her as she
had her third climax of that morning.
Anne learned of Joy's changed status and situation after they
left the bedroom. Dave wore only pants and Joy was in her bathrobe
when they went to shower together. They walked by Anne and both
said good morning to her. Anne thought that Joy's red hair went
very well with that on Dave's chest and back.
The way Dave's eyes looked at her in the shower made Joy want
him again, as did looking at his body standing before her, and
their hands made the desire stronger for both of them, but they had
just satisfied each other so completely that their bodies did not
cooperate very much. Her nipples hardened for a little while and
he bobbed part way up, but that was it. But it was plain that she
was very happy to be there with him.
They ate breakfast together, then Joy put on a t-shirt and
shorts and they went to his apartment so Dave could get fresh
clothing. While he did so, Joy looked around. He went into the
bathroom to shave and change into another pair of swimming trunks,
and he returned to find Joy lying across his bed and looking as
beautiful as ever.
She looked at the floor and said, a bit shyly:
"It's smaller than mine, but there's plenty of room. I've
been thinking about being here with you -- though not right now."
Joy smiled up at him, proudly happy. Dave drew her to her
feet and kissed her and thought of the same thing.
What he did not know was that her "not right now" had been
decided while he was out of the room, and then seriously weakened
by the sight of him. While Joy had told him that she wanted to
wait a while to lie naked with him again and have him possess her,
if he had joined her on the bed instead of raising her up, well,
things would have been different, though far more interesting for
a while.
Dave spent that Friday with Joy on the beach and in the ocean
and again they separated at dusk to change and meet again. This
time the dinner was followed by dancing.
The other girls did not see Joy that day until Carson and Anne
met the couple when they were dancing late that night.
Carson stayed that Friday night beside Anne in bed. She very
much wanted more of the oral love that he had shown her before, and
she wanted to see what she could give to him in return. It was
something still new to her, she told him, and he taught her the way
to do her best for him. She did not take him all the way with her
mouth that night, because she wanted him to end in her. But in the
next two weeks she watched him shoot upwards, and went a long way
on toward taking his shaft deep down--though not his sperm.
He was showing her things she had not expected.
The contact of their bodies, coupled with what they said to
each other, had built an erotic potential between Dave and Joy
which grew stronger as the day went on despite their mutual
decision to try to avoid it. It was perhaps just as well that his
early start in the kitchen on Saturday morning made them cut the
night short. Their desire for each other was becoming hard to
handle. It was time to change their dance into an older horizontal
one.
Twice, sex with Joy was very good. Three could become an
addiction. Should he go down with her for the third time? Could
his nerves stand it again? He would take his chances.
When they entered his apartment, Dave stood Joy beside his bed
and kissed her, then he took the zipper down the back of her sleek
red dress, opening the back to the air and his hands, and pulled
the straps from her shoulders. As the dress dropped, he followed
it.
His lips touched one hard nipple and then the other as Joy
drew in a sharp breath. Dave had already known that she wasn't
wearing a bra tonight. His eyes had followed the way her breasts
bounced freely as she danced, and he had wanted all night to caress
them with his lips and hands. And to go on from there for a very
long way.
Dave took his hands from her hips and the dress fell to the
floor, leaving her bare to the waist and beautiful all the way
down. Joy stepped back from it and he stood up, holding the dress
in one hand. They kissed again and moved together to put the dress
into his closet. Then Joy tenderly undressed him, making the
desire grow again for both of them. She took off his ruffled green
shirt and black slacks, kissing him many times on the lips and
chest and hands. She knelt to pull down his shorts and stare at
what they had concealed.
When he was totally naked, Dave lifted Joy in his arms and put
her onto the bed. He lay beside her with their bodies pressed
together only a little less than their lips were. After a while,
Dave lowered his head to her wonderful breasts again as his hands
went to the waistband of her panties.
The panties, too, he followed down, though only to a little
below what they had been covering. And then Dave went back up. He
removed the panties from her legs before he knelt between them.
His hands spread her labia and his tongue entered her. The
mattress was more yielding than the sand, perhaps, or Joy was more
sure now of what she wanted. In any case, her passion built more
quickly tonight, and Dave did not interrupt himself near its height
this time. He brought her to a writhing, gasping, almost screaming
orgasm with his tongue for the first time. Her hips bucked in such
a way that only her hands holding onto his head kept him in place.
At the end Joy was exhausted and sated and very wet.
Joy's body reacted so violently to the invasion of his thick
wet worm that she thought she might not want to think of sex again
for a week.
But she was wrong. In a few minutes her right hand grasped
his erection and began to pull on it. Soon Dave raised her knees
until they almost touched her erect nipples and he got above her.
She was now spread wide open to Dave and was pulled very tight at
the same time. He held his body so that when their lips touched
the end of his penis was positioned to enter and fill Joy.
He held himself there for a moment and they stared into each
other's eyes. She whispered: "I want you." Her breath hesitated
and Joy trembled with desire. As their tongues encountered each
other and thrashed around, Dave brought his hips down. The
position of her knees stretched her cave of flesh from the outside
while Dave stretched it from within, and the combination was very
good for both. Joy gave a tiny squeal as he slid in.
Now Dave tensed his hips and began to withdraw from her, very
very slowly. He moved as slowly as he could until the lips of her
lower mouth were about to close in disappointment, and then he
entered again very very slowly. When he was all the way into Joy,
Dave jerked his stomach muscles. He moved his penis, not further
in, but upward and toward his stomach. The motion was less than an
inch, but the sensation for her was of adding that less than an
inch to his thickness while completely within her, as if he could
inflate at will there. Joy trembled under him. Dave withdrew
again at the same speed, and after another two glacial round trips
and subterranean twitches, Joy was trembling continually.
There was a great feeling of power for Dave in knowing that in
twenty-four hours, he had turned Joy from a girl embarrassed at
being kissed on the cheek in public to a woman shaking with passion
and completely dominated by the sensations his penis gave her.
The passion that she exhibited, and brought forth from him in
response, was such that one would think she was going toward her
first full experience as a woman, instead of her fourth in 24 hours
and her second tonight.
When at last Dave speeded up his strokes, she built with him
and her energy found an outlet by making her throw her head
violently to the right as he crashed in to fill her with his spear.
While her head seemed to be slowly saying no, all the rest of her
was forcefully contradicting it. They came together to a delicious
conclusion. She slept wrapped around him.
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