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I went over to Julia's house at least twice or three times a week. She couldn't seem to get enough of me! Maybe it was just because of her long drought: the moment she understood that she could have a guy in her bed on a regular basis, she jumped at the chance, like a kid in candy store. I was happy to oblige. Over the weeks I started to like her quite a lot, and she became much friendlier, even acting like a sort of kittenish coed at times. And she eventually got to like butt sex!

I got to the point of lounging around in the mornings, being in no rush to go home. There wasn't much for me to do at home anyway, now that my mom's body was off-limits to me. So that's what I was doing one Saturday morning in late August, only a week or so before my junior year would start at college, when something strange happened.

The front door opened. Someone clearly had a key.

The person who walked in was a girl. I won't say she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen--but she was pretty sensational! Quite petite (five foot two, I'd say), with a slender figure but with nice, soft curves all over, and a face that was both really lovely but also suggested a lot of brains. And yet, it also seemed so utterly innocent.

She stopped short when she saw me sitting on the sofa in the living room. Obviously, she didn't expect anyone to be there except Julia.

Looking at me wide-eyed, she said, "Who are you?"

What could I say? I didn't even know who she was, but I was getting a feeling . . . And the thought shot through my mind: Why didn't Julia tell me she had a daughter?

If that was who this girl was, I certainly couldn't say: Oh, I just banged your mom all night, and I'm just taking it easy now.

Luckily, I was fully dressed. There were times when I would mosey around the house just in my underwear, or even entirely naked. That would have been awkward!

As the girl continued to stare at me, I stammered, "Well, I, um, I do stuff for Julia."

"What stuff?" she asked sharply.

"Oh, you know, just stuff around the house."

At that moment Julia came downstairs. She was wearing only a robe over a nightgown. She stumbled a bit on the stairs as she saw the girl, and a weird little sound came out from deep in her throat.

"Mom, who's this?" the girl asked.

Julia swallowed hard. "He, um, his name is Todd."

"He says he does stuff around the house. What possible stuff could you need him to do?"

"Oh, gardening, things like that."

"Gardening? You've never done any gardening!"

"That's why he's doing it, dear." Julia smiled, as if to say: That was a smart thing to say, wasn't it? "Todd, meet Ashley, my daughter."

"Hi, Ashley," I said, walking up to her and holding out my hand.

"Hi," she said, still looking as if I shouldn't even be here. Turning her attention back to her mom, she said, "He doesn't seem to be doing much right now."

"Oh," Julia said, "he's done pretty much what he's come to do." That was no lie: I sure had! "Todd, I think the garbage needs to be taken out, so why don't you do that?"

"Sure, ma'am," I said.

Now here was the thing: where the hell did she keep her garbage? I assumed she was referring to a garbage bin in the kitchen; and since I didn't see one lying out in the open, I figured it had to be under the sink, where a lot of people keep it. It would be pretty embarrassing if I didn't know where it was! My cover would be blown--you know what I mean? Fortunately, the garbage bin was there, and I took it up (it was only about half full), went outside to the big container in the backyard, and emptied it.

When I brought the bin back, Ashley was looking at me again, watching my every move.

"I've seen you around campus," she said.

"Yeah, I think I've seen you around too," I said. I don't think I ever took any classes with her--I'm sure I would have remembered that--but I may have seen her walking around here and there.

"She's going to be a junior, just like you," Julia put in. "Why are you here anyway, dear?"

"I just wanted to pick up some stuff for my place before the term starts," Ashley said.

"Hey, I can help you!" I burst out. "I mean, I can give you a lift back to your place. Or do you have your own car?"

"I walked over here," Ashley said. "But thanks--I could use a lift back. Maybe I'll get a bit more stuff than I'd planned."

And she did. She ended up loading up my car with all manner of things--clothes, little items of furniture, and such--that she would never have been able to carry on foot. So I felt I was being helpful. And the strange thing was that, as we were sitting in the car, we felt a kind of closeness that usually doesn't happen for people who've only been acquainted for about an hour. The mere fact that I "knew" her mother made Ashley think of me as a kind of family friend. Of course, she wasn't aware that I "knew" Julia the way Adam "knew" Eve in the Bible! And there's no way I'd ever tell her.

When we got to her place--a tiny apartment a few blocks from campus--I unloaded most of the stuff. I guess that's what guys are supposed to do. And doing that made me feel closer to her: holding a big heap of her clothes in my arms--some of which, I thought (it may have been my imagination), had something of her body-scent still on them--caused me to think of her as a kind of little sister. Well, not exactly: first, we were almost exactly the same age (she'd turned twenty a few weeks after I did)--and the thoughts rolling through my mind were definitely not the thoughts a brother thinks of about her sister!

Yeah, I admit it: I wanted to take Ashley to bed right then and there. But I realized that would be a scummy thing to do. With a girl like her, you have to win her over--court her, woo her. And that's exactly what I wanted to do.

Without knowing it, she helped by offering make dinner for me. I would have been happy to go out somewhere and get a pizza or something--but she said, "Oh, I can whip up something here. I'm not the greatest cook in the world, but I'd like to get a little more practice. Hope you're willing to be my guinea pig!"

Of course I was. And I felt she was being too modest. In fact, the meal she prepared--spaghetti and meatballs with a little salad on the side, and even some homemade garlic bread--was fabulous, and I ate every bit of it. All through the dinner I took in her loveliness (I didn't stare, of course--that would have been rude), but I also got a sense of the kind of person she was. She seemed super-smart (way smarter than most of the kids at our college), but, like a lot of smart people, not really comfortable with folks on an emotional level. Had she even had a boyfriend before? I couldn't tell.

After dinner, she asked if I wanted to watch one of her DVDs on her little TV. I couldn't tell if she really meant it, or just felt obliged to make the offer out of courtesy. If I said, "No, I'd better be getting home," would she take that as a brush-off? I certainly didn't want her to think so--but I also didn't want her to think that I took the offer as basically an invitation to spend the night in her bed. So I said, "Sure--but I'll have to go home right afterwards." That was a neat solution, wasn't it?

So we sat and watched the movie. I was kind of afraid it would be some silly "chick flick," but she surprised me by putting on an old film noir from the 1940s what was really cool. Glorious black and white! It was riveting, and we both loved it. And yes, she eventually allowed me to put an arm gently around her shoulders as we drew closer and closer to each other on the couch.

After it was over, I was true to my word and got up to leave. At the door I looked down at her (I was, like, six inches taller than her), bent down, took her chin in my hand, and gave her just the quickest little kiss on the mouth. Just a peck, really. But even that was surprising to her: she looked at me with wide eyes that had just a bit of fear in them. That made me sad, because I didn't want to frighten her. But then she said:

"How about another? I wasn't ready for that one. And make it longer this time."

I'm yours to command, ma'am! So this time I actually held her in my arms, and kissed her firmly but still gently. I knew that with a girl like her you had to go slow. Rushing things would just end up offending her or making her angry. So I just gave her this kiss that lasted for about five seconds, and then I let her go. Her lips fluttered against my own, kind of like a butterfly's wings, and she kept them tightly closed: maybe she was afraid I'd stick my tongue into her mouth. Of course I'd never do that--not right then. Maybe later!

Then I let her go and left the place. I think I made it clear that I wanted more--and I'm pretty sure she did too.

So that's how we began dating. We saw each other a bunch of times, and each time we got just a little bit more intimate. But still, it wasn't all that much. I know what people say: if you haven't slept with a girl on the third or fourth date, you never will. And college kids are ready to jump into bed with each other at the least opportunity. Most of them are on their own and away from Mom and Dad, with all these people of the opposite sex around them all the time. But I knew that with Ashley I couldn't expect to do that. And I didn't want to.

Her apartment was a lot nicer than my crappy rooming house, so we spent most of our time there. One evening we were listening to some music, sitting on a little loveseat in the living room, and she ended up sitting on my lap. It was early in the new semester, and the weather was still pretty warm, so she was just wearing a tank top and a bra underneath, with a thin wraparound skirt. Her chest came right to the level of my face. I'm sure she knew that would happen, and she was too smart not to realize that I'd get excited by that.

Now I have to tell you something: she didn't have the biggest breasts in the world. Mom had pretty huge breasts, and Julia had a nice pair--but Ashley's were quite small. I could tell that even without seeing them uncovered. But that's okay! Sometimes small is good. Right now, as she sat on my lap, I just rested my head on her bare skin, just under her chin. There was just a bit of cleavage showing, but what really got to me was the heavenly aroma radiating from her body. It was intoxicating! Meanwhile she was holding my head with both of her hands. Sometimes she kissed me on the top of my head.

I could tell she was getting excited: her breathing was getting faster, making her breasts rise and fall. I was pretty sure she wanted me to do something. With the dreamy strains of John Coltrane's jazz music in the background, I slid a hand up under her skirt and found that place between her legs.

She gasped, but didn't push my hand away. In fact, she held my head even tighter to her chest and opened her legs just a little bit. She wanted me to go on! And no wonder: I could sense that the crotch of her panties was pretty damp from her wetness. And so I began applying the lessons I'd learned from my sessions with my mom and her mom.

I pushed the panties aside and fastened my fingers gently to her sex. She let out a tiny high-pitched sound like the mewing of a cat and spread her legs farther. More fluid came out of her pussy--man, she was flowing like a river! So I fondled her labia and clitoris, sometimes inserting a few fingers into her vagina a little ways--but far enough that I made a surprising discovery.

She was a virgin.

Yes, I could feel that silly little barrier there, still intact. Well, that was a fact I would file away for later; right now, my whole purpose was to get her off. Aside from stroking her labia up and down, I pressed her clitoris against her pelvic bone--women love that, believe me! In fact, the first time I did that she emitted with a shrill squeal that made me understand I was on the right track. And so was she: by this time, the momentum of her own sensations was getting to her, and in a little while she was practically bouncing up and down on my lap, her legs twitching and her breath coming out raggedly.

She was coming!

I sensed that this was the first time she'd ever had an orgasm in the presence of a man. She was trying to hold back, just the way her mother did--but I kept on with my work, and pretty soon she was wailing like a banshee and quivering all over. She even whimpered a little, as if her climax was almost too much for her. I was just playing her like a musical instrument!

And then she pushed my hand roughly away and slid off my lap, landing heavily on the seat next to me. She had this stupefied expression on her face, as if she couldn't believe what she'd gone through. Her face was all red--partly from exertion, but partly (I sensed) from sheer embarrassment that it was a guy, not her own fingers, who had brought on this monumental orgasm.

"Did you like that?" I said softly.

She looked shyly at me, still breathing hard. All she could do was nod.

But, as I've said before, she wasn't a dummy. Even though I'd been totally focused on her pleasure, she knew what this whole session had done for me. Maybe she'd even felt it as she sat on my lap.

So she said, "I guess you'd like something in return?"

I knew she didn't mean actual sex. But I wasn't going to say no to a handjob! I replied, "Well, sure, if you want to."

Her blush deepened. "I'm not sure I know how."

"Ashley, it's not rocket science. I'll show you."

With that, I stood up and began to undress.

She didn't expect that. She thought she'd just unzip my pants, fish out my cock, and pump it. But I said, "It'll be easier this way. Anyway, guys make a mess--you must know that." That's what my mom had said!

There was a look of mingled fascination and alarm on her face as I took off one piece of clothing after the other. When I was finally down to my underwear, her eyes became glued to that spot--mostly because she could already see my erection distorting my briefs. So I took them off.

She clapped a hand over her mouth as she saw a naked cock for the first time. I felt sorry for her--and almost wished I had a smaller dick! The look on her face told me the whole story: How will I ever get that huge thing in me?

Of course, that wasn't on the cards, but I'm sure she sensed that it would happen one day--maybe soon.

"Do you mind if we go to the bed?" I said. "It's better if I'm lying down."

I ambled over to her tiny bedroom, which had hardly anything in it except a queen-size bed and a small easy chair in the corner. She followed me like a zombie--and again the idea flashed through her mind, Omigod! I'm going to have a naked man in my bed!

I lay down flat on my back. The bed was kind of low, and when she knelt down on the floor next to it she could easily reach out and take hold of my cock. She was about to do that when I said, "Ashley, can I ask you something?"

"What?" she said.

"Would you take your top off?" I wanted to see something of her while she was jerking me off.

She looked down sadly at herself. "I don't have much in the boob department."

I smiled benevolently at her. "I'm sure they're lovely. You're lovely."

The look she gave me was so full of gratitude that I thought she was going to cry. She pulled off her tank top over her head and then, with only a moment's hesitation, reached behind herself and unclasped her bra.

Oh, man, those little tits were so cute! They were probably A cup, but they were perfectly shaped and symmetrical and with the pinkest little nipples I'd ever seen. (Okay, I'd only seen two other pairs of nipples before these, but you know what I mean.) I gasped and said, "Oh!" in a reverential voice, and that seemed to please her.

So now she did reach out and take my cock in her hand. It was already really hard, and she was surprised how much effort it took to lift it up off my belly and make it stand straight up. At first her pumping of it was so gentle that it didn't do much for me, so I placed my hand over hers and showed her how to do the job more vigorously. She got the hang of it fairly soon, but the exertion made her frown and stick her tongue a little bit out of the corner of her mouth, as if she was working on a really hard math problem.

I reached over to grab one of those tits, and it felt fine in my hand--soft, tender, but still with a certain firmness. And the nipple was super-hard. I twirled it with two fingers--man, did that like that! She pumped me harder and harder, her eyes glued to the whole process.

And then I exploded.

After all the sex I'd had with my mom and her mom, you wouldn't think I'd get so excited over something like this. But seeing this naïve little girl work so hard and so earnestly to get me off touched something deep inside me, and when I came I sent multiple shots of come high into the air before they landed wetly on my belly. Ashley squealed and then started laughing uproariously at what she had accomplished--and it was all her doing!

I just gazed lovingly at her as my cock kept on pouring out my discharge. Some of it dripped down over her hand, and when I was finally finished she peered at the little white drops with a sort of awe. Then, impulsively, she lifted her hand to her mouth and scooped up one thick drop with her tongue.

She immediately made a face. "Eew! It's so salty! Why is it salty?"

"I don't know. It just is."

She snatched up some Kleenex from the nightstand and mopped up all the come. Now it was like she wanted it out of sight as soon as possible. I wasn't surprised: this was the stuff that could make her pregnant! But then, to my surprise, she leaped up onto the bed and snuggled up next to me. Gazing up at me, she said, "Did I do well?"

"You were fabulous. I can't remember when I've come so fast."

She glowed with self-satisfaction--and why not? She'd passed the first test of womanhood: giving a guy a handjob. Always a useful skill to have!

I also think she liked feeling her naked boobs rubbing up against my chest. And that's what made me say, "I don't suppose you'd like to take the rest of your clothes off?"

She pondered that for several moments, then nodded to herself. And in seconds she'd peeled off her skirt and panties.

I didn't see much of her lower half, but I could feel her bush next to my leg. She had even less than her mom (who had less than my mom)--only a few straight strands of black hair covering her delta. But her butt was really nice and curvy, and she seemed to like it when I put my hand on it and gave it some good squeezes.

But then she said, "I, um, don't think I'm ready to . . ." To go all the way.

I knew what she meant. "I understand, Ashley. You just take your time and tell me when you feel up to it."

That comforted her, and she pressed her body closer to mine. It was splendid!

The funny thing was that, without being fully aware of what she was doing, she began stroking my cock--and, especially, my balls, which seemed to draw her hand like a magnet--while pasting little kisses on my chest and shoulders and the side of my neck. I had to remember that she'd never been with a naked guy before. But the inevitable happened--and that scared her.

She looked at me wide-eyed and said, "You're hard again!" It was almost an accusation.

"Well, Ashley," I said, "what do you expect, when you play with my cock like that?"

She let it go at once as if it was radioactive. "I--I thought a guy couldn't do it more than once every twenty-four hours."

I almost laughed in her face. "Who told you that?"

"One of my friends."

"Well, she's way off. Some guys may not be able to come more than once at a time, but I can." I didn't want to sound boastful, but I couldn't help adding, "I've been known to come four or five times, one after the other."She stared at me as if I was some kind of alien from outer space. "Who did you do that with?"

Gee, this was awkward! No way I could tell her. "Oh, there have only been two girls before you."

She looked at my cock again, still not believing it had gotten hard once more. "Wh-what do you want me to do?"

"Well, you could"--I had to admit I felt a little hesitant making this suggestion--"use your mouth."

I got the feeling Ashley had predicted that response. I'm sure her girl friends had told her how all guys expected girls to go down on them and stick their cocks in their mouths. It's just something a girl has to learn how to do, you know?

So, with a kind of weary resignation, Ashley slid down so that her face was inches away from my cock. Again lifting it up to a vertical position, she first gave the tip a quick flick of the tongue. There was probably a little remnant of come on it, but she didn't seem to mind.

After that, she plunged about half of it into her mouth.

Her eyes widened as she got used to the feel of a cock between her lips for the first time. She both bobbed her head up and down and used her tongue to lick the shaft and the tip. Man, she was a natural cocksucker! And she couldn't resist tickling my balls again--mostly for her own pleasure, I think. She didn't realize how much I liked that.

Sometimes she took my cock out of her mouth and licked the whole length of it up and down, as if it was a huge popsicle. And she seemed to know that the tip is where most of the sensation is, which is why she rolled her tongue over the tip again and again. Maybe she herself liked the taste. Whatever it was, it was driving me crazy!

I was so fixated on my own pleasure that I wasn't aware how close I was to shooting my wad again. But then I realized that it would probably freak her out to have that stuff go into her mouth. By now she was so intent on her task that nothing else existed except my dick.

"Ashley," I said, "I'm gonna come!" But maybe I didn't say it loud enough, because she kept on sucking and licking.

So I had to pull my dick out of her mouth, taking her head in both my hands and making her give up this fun new toy she'd found.

Just in time!

I started coming again, and the first stream spattered her cheek and almost went into her eye. The next shot splashed the underside of her chin, and several more dollops landed on her upper chest and dripped down onto her breasts. She seemed to like that, because she now started pumping my cock so that the final remnants would cover those smallish breasts with their warm wetness.

Afterward, she looked down at herself and giggled. I thought she would clean herself up with more Kleenex, but she seemed to like "wearing" my come, because she just went back to snuggling against me. There was a kind of rosy glow on her face and a twinkle in her eye, as if she was saying to herself: Look at me! I made a guy come twice in, like, half an hour!

I'd say that was something to be proud of.

So that's how it went for the next few weeks. Ashley loved being naked with me. Almost the moment we came back from a date or from classes or whatever, she'd immediately strip and jump into bed, expecting me to follow suit. I wasn't slow on the uptake, either. We'd get each other off, with fingers or mouths, several times before we settled down. She got to like getting licked--couldn't get enough of it! There really isn't anything to compare with cuddling up with someone with your clothes off. There's a sort of electricity in the feel of your nude body next to the other person's. I won't say it's better than actual sex, but it's a mighty fine feeling.

I wasn't in any real rush to penetrate her. During all these weeks we got to know each other real good, and my feelings for her deepened like you wouldn't believe. It wasn't like what happened with her mom, when I just went over to her house and a few hours later was stuffing my dick into her. Don't get me wrong: I'll never say no to that. And over the time I was in Julia's bed I did develop feelings for her. But at first it was just--well, just fucking.

Finally, around mid-October, as we were snuggling as usual, she said almost inaudibly, "Todd, I think I'm ready."

I almost didn't realize what she meant. Then it suddenly dawned upon me, and I felt a flush of emotion.

"Are you sure, babe?" I said softly.

"Yeah, I think so. I was waiting for my period to be over."

"Ashley, I want you to be absolutely sure."

"I'm sure. I'm sure!"

Okay, I said to myself. I guess you know your own mind. But I was still concerned about not hurting her, so I said: "You wanna be on top? It might be easier for you."

She scowled at me, as if I'd suggested something improper. "No, you get on top! Isn't that how it's done?"

"It's done in all kinds of ways. But if you want me to be on top, that's how it'll be."

I turned her over onto her back--and wished to heaven that I could somehow get that look of fear off her face. We'd already made each other come once, and I for one was feeling real good--but the effect of Ashley's orgasm had already worn off, and she was just a scared young virgin again.

I tried to make her feel better by kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples--she liked that a lot. It also made her have less of an inferiority complex about those small tits of hers. I also stroked her pussy gently, making sure it was still wet. It sure was! But when I climbed up and looked down at her, she looked petrified, although she was trying not to.

When I got my cock in her just an inch or so, she let out this huge gasp. I couldn't believe she was in pain already--I think it was just the momentousness of the occasion. Then my cock rammed up against her hymen. And I couldn't get through!

I guess I was being too gentle, not wanting to hurt her. You gotta understand, I'd never had a virgin before. No need to tell you that my mom and her mom certainly weren't virgins when I plowed into them! So I didn't know how much force it would take to break through that silly barrier. Well, there was no getting around it: I just went for broke and battered down that maidenhead.

Ashley came out with this pathetic little whimper, and two big tears immediately sprang from her eyes. Boy, did I feel rotten then! But what's a guy to do? There's just no way this can be avoided. Once I got down to a slow, gentle, back-and-forth rhythm, she seemed to be better. Now she was looking up at me with a weird kind of reverence or devotion or something, as if she was grateful that I'd destroyed that pesky little hymen of hers.

I rained kisses on her face and neck and shoulders. I didn't realize how much I had looked forward to this moment--the full possession of this fabulous girl who already meant so much to me. I scoured her body with my hands--not just her breasts and butt, but all over. Every part of her had meaning for me. She was mine, and I was hers!

You can imagine I couldn't hold out very long, even though I'd already come once. And so, when I started sending my load into her, Ashley's eyes got real big and her mouth fell open. Omigod! she must have been thinking. A guy is actually putting his stuff into me!

And I felt a sort of awe too. There's such a sense of connection when you pour your come into a girl. I felt it with my mom, with Julia, and now with Ashley. And this was by far the best.

When I rolled off of her, we just lay there for a while on her backs, staring up and the ceiling, huffing and puffing, but saying nothing. Then, without warning, Ashley made a funny little cry from deep in her throat and, hurling her body on top of mine, started crying.

Guys, when a girl cries you just got to let her do it. Don't freak out, and don't try to stop her. This is how they get out their emotions, especially when something big has happened. And getting deflowered is about as big a deal for a young girl as there is. So I just let her bawl her eyes out. I actually didn't think it was from pain--it was mostly the emotional impact of not being a virgin anymore. I held her tight, stroking the back of her head, while she clung to me as if I were some kind of lifeline.

When at last she was finished, I said, "Um, Ashley, we probably need to clean you up."

She didn't need to be told what that meant. I hadn't seen the blood, but there probably was some.

She clambered out of bed, but almost fell down when she got to her feet--her knees were a little weak. Luckily I was there to catch her, and we both staggered to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat (the lid was down), took a little washcloth from the counter, and, gazing down at herself, saw a mixture of blood and semen leaking out of her pussy. She mopped herself up pretty well, then stared at my cock.

"That needs cleaning up too," she said.

And it did. There were thin streaks of blood (and come) all along the shaft. She used the same washcloth to get rid of the stains, and then we went back to bed.

We just snuggled for a while, not saying anything. I guess Ashley was still mentally digesting what had happened. But the closeness of her body had the inevitable result on me. I'd now come twice, but I got hard again.

She felt my erection pressing up against her belly, and she looked at me with amazement--and a little bit of terror. "You're hard again?" she said in disbelief.

"Sorry," I said, "I can't help it. You're too tempting."

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls," she said sourly. That wasn't fair (it really was her that had made me rise to the occasion), but I could understand her annoyance.

"So what would you like now?" she said, thinking to herself: Jeez, how many times do I need to satisfy my guy? "My hand or my mouth?"

I guess it was some imp of the perverse--or the fact that I had been massaging her butt while cuddling--that made me say, "We could try something else."

"What?" she said, as if not wanting to hear what it was.

"Um, well, I could go back here." And I put a finger in the general direction of her anus.

It took a few moments for her to understand my meaning. She gasped again, then looked sad.

"You like that?" she said.

"Yeah."

"You've done it with--those two girls?"

"Yeah."

"Some of my friends say it really hurts."

"It might the first couple of times. Then you get used to it."

That answer didn't make her feel any better, because I was basically admitting that the first time would hurt a lot. Then this look of resignation came over her--it was like she felt she had to do this to keep me by her side. Her mother had said something like that, didn't she? When Ashley said "Okay" in a small voice, my heart leaped.

I moved her off of me and got up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" she said.

"Gotta get some lube," I said. "You shouldn't do this without lube." Good advice from Mom!

I found some cold cream in her medicine cabinet and brought it back. She looked at the jar as if it was some kind of magic potion that might turn her into a mermaid or something, but she let me apply the stuff to her posterior. She was going to get on her hands and knees (she'd heard from her girl friends that that's how it was usually done), but I told her to lie flat on her stomach. Then I got on top of her.

Once more, when my cock was at the threshold of her hole and about to go in, she let out that little whimper. But either from instinct or from what she'd been told, she went limp as I went in. Her face did crumple up into a grimace of pain at first, but eventually it smoothed out, and she just lay there with her eyes closed as I thrust into her ass. I did try to be gentle at first, but I kind of got carried away and started pounding her pretty hard. But she didn't seem to mind--especially since I grabbed her tits with both hands, and then slid one hand down to her sex and started stroking it.

Yeah, I managed to give us a simultaneous climax. Very rare! We were both crying out and writhing and quivering as my stuff was flowing into her. I could feel my fingers getting damp as her fluid was pouring out of her pussy, so that made me feel good.

But then something came over me. I felt such a surge of affection for Ashley that, as I lay there on top of her, plugging up her butt, I whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Her eyes popped open in surprise. She reached one hand behind herself to stroke my head, and then she said, "I love you too, Todd. But, if you're finished, maybe you can come out of me now."

I did, and quickly retreated to the bathroom to clean myself up. No way she's going to want to put that thing in her mouth, or anywhere else, if it's dirty!

I came back to bed, and we cuddled some more. I felt so proud of her--such a brave girl! Not many females get deflowered twice in one session, and she took it like a trouper. We both fell into a deep sleep that lasted till morning.

*

A few weeks later, Ashley dragged me to her mom's house for dinner. I guess she wanted to show me off to her, since it was pretty clear that we were a couple. In fact, I'd started moving into her place. Thankfully, I didn't have much stuff, so her tiny apartment could accommodate it.

I noticed at once that Julia was in a sour mood. She glared at me all through dinner, hardly paying attention to her own daughter, who was yakking away about all the things we did (well, not all the things--nothing about stuff we did in the bedroom!) together, and how we were looking forward to taking little trips here and there. We'd been to my mom's place once or twice and had been received with open arms, but Julia was not very receptive.

And Ashley noticed it. When her mom stepped out of the dining room for a little while, she whispered to me, "Jeez, what's going on with Mom?"

"I don't know, dear," I said. But of course I did.

"You know, she'd been a lot better a while back--she seemed to be getting out of her depression when my dad left her, and actually seemed to be rather cheerful. But now she's back to her crabby ways."

"I guess she's just getting used to the fact that you have a boyfriend."

"But she's the one who introduced you to me! It's not as if I just picked you up off the street."

"I know, but it still takes some adjustment for a mom. You know how it is: no guy is good enough for her daughter."

"I suppose that must be it."

Ashley startled me when she said to me that we were going to spend the night here. Gee, I hadn't bargained for that! And I was certain that Julia wasn't going to take it well. But Ashley was determined. I think that in some ways she was just defying her mom--you know, daring to have a guy stay over in the bedroom she'd grown up in, just to make the point that she was an adult now and could do whatever she liked. But I really wasn't happy about it. After all, I'd not brought a change of clothes!

And I could also tell what Ashley had in mind. When we retired for the evening and went to her room, she stripped at once and expected me to do the same.

"Ashley!" I cried. "You're not really wanting to--"

"Oh, yes, I do! And I'm sure you do too."

Well, I always did--with her. "But--what if your mom hears? I mean, we're not always very quiet about it."

"I don't really care. What can she do? Report us to the moral police?"

I sighed, but the sight of her naked body was too much for me. We did try to be quiet, but I'm not sure we succeeded very well. I did her three times (pussy, ass, and mouth) before she was satisfied. (Of course, I'd made her come at least three times, maybe more.) And that wasn't the end of the story.

The next morning, I heard Julia go downstairs early to start preparations for a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, and other things. So, catching a little of Ashley's boldness and defiance, I stepped out of her bedroom naked to brush my teeth and get ready for that breakfast. I used Ashley's toothbrush--and felt an incredible sense of intimacy doing that. But, as I was busily scrubbing my teeth, Ashley wandered in.

She was naked too.

There was this glint in her eyes. She was up to something!

Did she want me to do her right then and there? We'd never had sex in the bathroom, but I figured it was as good a place for copulation as any. But she had other things in mind.

She came up behind me and pressed her body against mine. Guys, if you've never had a girl rub her breasts against your back, you don't know what you're missing! I could also feel the thin tuft of fur at her delta brushing up against my butt. Then she reached around me and, as I continued brushing my teeth, began jerking me off.

Of course, I could see what she was doing in the mirror--and she could too, as her eyes were just above the level of my shoulder. Even though I'd come three times the night before, I was hard as rock--this was so exciting! I mean, the door was wide open, and if Julia had decided to come back upstairs she would have seen her daughter pumping her boyfriend without a care in the world.

Well, you can imagine what happened. I spurted out a lot of come as Ashley expertly got me off--she'd gotten real good at this! Some of the stuff actually shot up and landed on the mirror, although most of it went into the sink. I had to let out a few grunts, but did my best to keep them subdued. When I finished, Ashley dutifully tidied up: she ran the water to let the come go down the drain, wiped off the little splotch of come on the mirror, and then cleaned me up too, since I was still dripping a little.

"You little vixen!" I said with a smile. "You're so naughty!"

"I don't see you complaining," she said smugly.

"What if your mom had caught us?"

"She'd probably be jealous. I'm sure she'd have liked to do this just as much as I did." Ashley spoke more truly than she knew.

She went on to say, "Hey, I wanna take a shower. Don't let Mom start breakfast until I come down."

I got dressed and headed downstairs--but I was sort of afraid of what would happen.

I found Julia sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a mug of coffee. When she saw me--well, let's just say she didn't give me a kindly look.

"So," she said, "you've been fucking my daughter with abandon."

I guess she'd heard us last night.

"It's not like that," I protested as I sat down next to her. "We--"

"You took her virginity, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but that was weeks ago."

"What exactly did you do to her last night?"

"What do you mean?"

She glared at me even more nastily. "I mean," she said, emphasizing every word, "what part of my daughter's body did you stuff your cock into?"

"Oh, ma'am, I can't tell you that. It's private."

She wasn't going to take that lying down. "Do you go into her butt?"

I wasn't expecting such a blunt question, so before I knew what I was saying I came out with "Yes."

"You do?" she said, her eyes widening with rage. "You stick that big dick of yours into my little daughter's bottom?"

"Ma'am, Ashley may be petite, but she's a full-grown woman. And she likes it back there. It may have hurt the first few times, but now she asks for it."

"Oh, does she? Well, I see you've trained her well."

I knew what her problem was. Once you start getting regular sex, you don't like it when it stops. That applies to both men and women. And Julia hadn't had any action for weeks. So I said:

"Listen, ma'am, if you like, I might be able to come by every so often and--well, you know . . ."

That didn't help. Julia got even more angry, if that was possible. She started poking a finger into my chest while saying, "You are not going to cheat on my daughter, do you hear? And especially not with me, of all people!"

I admit that my suggestion was pretty stupid, but it was the best I could come up with."Ma'am," I said earnestly, "I'd never do that. I--I love her."

That seemed to surprise her. "You do?"

"Yeah, I do."

"You've said that to her?"

"I have."

"And she said it back?"

"Yup."

Julia fell into a kind of daze, as if she couldn't believe this latest development. I tried to say, "Ma'am, listen--"

But she interrupted me. "Look, Todd, you're actually a nice boy. I"--she lowered her voice, on the chance that Ashley might show up at any moment--"enjoyed what we did. It was very fulfilling. And I think you've given me the confidence to go back into the dating world. You made me feel desirable again, and I haven't felt that way for a long time."

"Ma'am, you should always have felt that way."

"That's easy for you to say. If you were in my position, you might feel differently."

Thankfully, at this point Ashley came down. She could clearly tell that her mom and I had been in a discussion, so she said, "Hey, what are you guys talking about? Me, I suppose."

"Yeah," I said, taking her by the waist and giving her a little kiss just under her breasts. "I was just saying how much I care for you."

"What a sweetheart you are," she said, kissing the top of my head.

Julia rolled her eyes, heaved herself up off her chair, and started preparing breakfast. Ashley helped her. You can imagine what thoughts went through my mind as I watched these two splendid women.

*

And that's how it went. Ashley and I dated for our junior and senior years, and then we decided to get married right after graduation.

The wedding was a real nice event. Ashley of course wore white--even though you're really not supposed to if you're not a virgin. But nobody cares about that anymore. She really was the "blushing bride." I guess a bride used to blush because, in the days when she really was a virgin before marriage, she knew that she would be spreading her legs for her husband and having to go through the pain and even the trauma of deflowerment. I guess it can be traumatic, especially if you don't know much about the procedure--as those Victorian ladies of old didn't. I think it's much better now.

During the reception, we of course had to go around to all the various guests and say hello. There was a special table reserved for our families, and I saw that both my parents and Ashley's were at that table. Julia had managed to get back together with her husband. He'd had to grovel quite a bit before she took him back, but she did in the end.

As I sat there, listening to Ashley chatter away to her parents and her new in-laws, both my mom and Julia exchanged those "significant looks" with me. Julia knew that I'd slept with her and Ashley; Mom knew that I'd slept with her and Julia and Ashley. Meanwhile, the two husbands were just sitting there totally oblivious to what their son (or son-in-law) had done with their spouses.

They say you're not supposed to keep secrets from your wife. But sometimes you just have to. And this is surely one of them.

THE END