The Scent of Sex

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Scent of Sex

 

 

Dutch Mark

 

 

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Copyright 2025 by Dutch Mark

 

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Adult Content Warning

 

Please be advised that this is a very adult story, and is not intended for purchase or reading for any person under the legal age for such purchase and reading within their own country. There are many unusual sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story, including many elements of BDSM. The story is intended solely for the enjoyment of individuals who enjoy reading about such activities, and is not meant to be advocating such activities nor instructing the reader in any way. If such acts and language offend you, please do not purchase this book.

 

 

 

 

Other books by Dutch Mark

 

 

Erotica

 

A Hard Business Lesson

 

More Scents of Sex (Scent of Sex Book 2)

 

Weatherby’s Boarding School for Young Women

 

Summer at Weatherby’s (Weatherby Book 2)

 

 

Science Fiction

 

Future Tense (time travel)

 

 

Chapter 1

 

It all actually started the day I was born.

At the age of twenty-three, my mother was the Marketing Director for a mid-sized beauty products company, so she was obviously a pretty aggressive female. When she cooed and cuddled me as soon as the doc put me into her arms it could just be attributed to normal motherly instincts. I was her first child, so that was also a good reason for her to go gaga over me. It’s not unusual for a mother to breastfeed within an hour of birth, but my mom evidently wanted to do it after only a few minutes. Okay, so she loved her bouncing baby boy.

What was unusual was that the night nurse was caught breastfeeding me (or at least cuddling me up to her naked tits) that same night. She claimed she had never done anything remotely like that before, and had no idea why she had felt a compulsion to get me to suck her nipples when she wasn’t even lactating. She was fired, but that was the first real indication that there was something very unusual about me.

As I grew up I occasionally heard my mom talking with other moms about how popular I seemed with the girls. They agreed that I was very cute, maybe handsome for my age, but not a ‘beautiful boy’. Some of the moms even said that they were ‘very fond’ of me, and they all agreed I must have a lot of charisma. I really had no idea what they were talking about, although I certainly knew I got along with girls much better than I did with other boys.

In fact, it later occurred to me that they had no idea how popular I was with the girls, which was probably a good thing. Kids love to role play, and many of the girls wanted to play ‘doctor’, with them as the patient. By the age of ten I had already seen my share of flat little chests and bald pussies, although in a purely exploratory way for ‘female health’. Other girls cast me in the role of a teacher or the daddy, with them as the student or mommy. A few times one of the ‘students’ would say she had been very bad at school and deserved a spanking, so I accommodated them. Although I certainly knew what an authority figure was, I had no idea why they wanted me to play those parts, as I did not consider myself as a dominant person.

As far as boys went, it was quite the contrary. Most boys simply ignored me, although with many it was a kind of sneering, hostile ignoring. I was a little on the small side for my age, so I seemed a natural target for bullies. In retrospect, I got bullied a lot more than some of the other smaller kids, although I had no idea why. This started as soon as I entered first grade, and it got so bad my parents decided something had to be done about it.

The first thing they did was to take me out of school and try home-schooling. My father was a commercial airline pilot who flew the long hauls to foreign countries, so he was gone a lot. He was six feet tall and in pretty good shape, but even if he had been home constantly he was not the type to confront the fathers of my adversaries. So both of my parents could afford the private tutors, but neither one was around much to supervise what was going on. The end result was that I got set back one grade and was in danger of having that happen again, so they put me back into regular school. But something still had to be done, because the bullying didn’t quit, it just got less noticeable because, since they had never put me into sports, I wasn’t around boys a lot.

My parents didn’t want me to become isolated, and my father wanted me to be able to stick up for myself as soon as trouble happened. As a compromise, the summer before they put me back into school my parents agreed to enroll me in a martial arts school.

For me – much more so than the behavior of the girls – that was the greatest event in my life so far. I was signed up for two classes a week to see if I enjoyed it. The dojo had three forms at different times: taekwondo, kenpo karate, and Muay Thai. I chose taekwondo because it looked like fun to be flying around like a gymnast while doing punches and kicks. After the first two lessons I was hooked.

After a month I begged my parents to enroll me in the other two forms as well. They were very reluctant, not because they couldn’t afford it, but because they were worried that I would not be well-rounded if I spent every evening in a dojo. I didn’t tell them that was one of the reasons I liked martial arts, but rather talked about how the sensei explained about strength of mind and spirit as well as the body. Just as important for my social development was that half of most classes were girls as well as boys.

They liked the sound of all that, but they said to wait six months to see if I still loved it, as well as to build up my endurance. At the end of the six months they agreed to enroll me. So, six days a week I went to the dojo and practiced martial arts.

At first, having six 45-minute sessions a week was really tiring. But, by the time I had reached sixth grade, I was really fit. Instead of ‘skinny’, my mother described me as wiry. Sometimes after class my mother would run her fingers over my chest and arms and say how amazed she was at how muscular I had become, how I was “her little man”. I thought she was just being a proud mother, although I noticed she only did that when my dad was on a trip.

There were two other changes I noticed. One was that, when reading a book for doing my schoolwork, I had developed great focus on what I was doing. The other was that the school bullies had basically stopped picking on me. I had only been in a few fights since entering the dojo, but I had given at least as good as I got, even though a couple of times there were two of them. Once I had seen a second grader getting picked on by a fifth grader that I had previously taught a lesson. When he saw me approaching, he sneered at the kid and walked away. That taught me a different kind of lesson. I was proud of the fact that I could intimidate a bully just by looking hard at him with no need for a confrontation, just like my sensei had described.

One day, while I was drying off after a shower a few months after I turned twelve, I looked into the full-length mirror. I noticed that my little penis and balls seemed to have doubled in size. I’m sure it had happened gradually, but I hadn’t paid much attention until my underwear seemed tight. There also seemed to be tiny, light colored hairs around my dick. As I looked at my man tools, I suddenly got an erection. It both startled and embarrassed me, and I was sure happy my mom was not rubbing my arms at the time.

When I raised my arm to dry my armpit, I saw little stubs of hair where none had been. As I rubbed my armpit, which flexed my bicep, it seemed to me my firm but thin muscles were a little thicker. Even though I had just washed off, it seemed my pits were giving off a distinct odor that I had never noticed before. My dad had told me I would soon be entering puberty so I understood the signs, but it still kind of freaked me out. The smell was unexpected, however, and I was worried I would go stinking up rooms if it was this strong right after a shower.

Rather than driving people away, for some reason girls started coming on to me even stronger. Before it had only been a handful of girls who found me attractive. Now there were dozens of the girls at my school who smiled at me when they had previously ignored me. Of the girls who had wanted to play ‘doctor’ or get close and touch me before, many of them now tried to rub up against me or even kiss me. By now we were very aware that getting naked together or touching certain body parts was absolutely forbidden, but I got the idea that some of them would be quite happy to renew those childish games.

The second event that changed my life happened during that summer between eighth and ninth grade when I had just turned sixteen. Although I was still fairly short for my age, about five feet six, I was now practicing martial arts at least a couple of hours each day, and my body was muscular and hard.

Marie Santos, one of the girls who came on strong to me, invited me to go to the local pool with her after my Muay Thai class on Saturday. The pool was several miles away, so her mother agreed to drive us.

I thought Mrs. Santos would just drop us off and then pick us up a couple of hours later, but she surprised me by coming in as well. After I changed I found us a few unoccupied deck chairs, draped my towel over one, and sat down. When I saw mom and daughter come out of the changing room, I was glad I was sitting down.

Marie was six months younger than me and very pretty, with huge brown eyes, long brunette hair, a slim figure, but very small breasts on her five foot two body. But her mother was a knockout.

A couple of inches taller than her daughter, Mrs. Santos showed me what Marie would probably look like in a few years. I hadn’t really noticed her doe-like eyes, shapely nose and a full mouth that were framed by the same hair as Marie. But I could barely register that beauty because her breasts looked like melons on that petite frame, looking as firm as they were large. Her arms were lithe and toned, her tiny waist made those jugs seem to jut out even farther, and her legs made her look like a model as she glided gracefully toward me.

I instantly became hard. Before I could embarrass myself I jumped off the chair and dove into the water, barely missing another kid swimming past.

When the water had finally cooled me down to being soft, I dragged myself out of the pool. I felt a little unsteady as I walked to where Marie and her mother were lying on the deck chairs. Marie had a little pout on her face, but her mother’s huge eyes sparkled as though with deep amusement.

“You got in the pool without me,” Marie complained, a silly whine sullying her normal sweet tones.

“Uh, yeah.” I shrugged. “Sorry, I got too hot and needed to cool down.”

“Yes, I noticed you seemed a little … hot … and bothered,” said Mrs. Santos. Her velvet voice sent a shiver down my spine.

“Oh, no, you didn’t bother me,” I protested. “I mean, it doesn’t bother me that you decided to join us.”

Mrs. Santos smiled as though she had an amusing secret, but she didn’t share it.

“So, are we gonna get in together now?” Marie whined again.

“Uh, sure. Um, Mrs. Santos, uh, you wanna join us?”

“Not just now.” Her smile widened. “I think I’ll just enjoy the show for now. You two go have fun.”

I had no idea what ‘show’ she meant, but I was thinking about seeing how that clinging one-piece would look wet and plastered onto her body. I gave a little shudder and turned toward the pool before I embarrassed myself again.

“Well, c’mon, Marie. The water’s great.”

We did some swimming, and then I did a little showing off on the diving board. I was a pretty crap diver, but my years of taekwondo had made me acrobatic enough to do a flip both front and backwards. I was very conscious that I was showing off for Mrs. Santos, even though she was nearly as old as my mother. I was aware that Marie was trying to look sexy and cool for my benefit, but I could barely even think about her.

Mrs. Santos never did get in the water, but I could see she had rubbed some tanning oil onto her body. I shuddered again as I looked at that perfect glistening skin, imagining what it would be like to be the one to apply the oil with my own hands. I had to jump back into the water at that thought.

After a couple of hours Mrs. Santos asked if we were finished, and Marie and I agreed we had had enough. I took a long time in the shower, fighting away the urge to stroke off in public. However, when I got to the entrance I still had to wait a while before Marie and her mom came out. It was a good lesson on how long women take to clean up and make themselves look pretty, although both of them looked great to me no matter what. It was about then that I started thinking about reciprocating some of the attentions I had received from Marie, even though I knew nothing about what might be done.

I was a little surprised when Mrs. Santos drove to her house, having expected her to drop me off before going home. Marie was equally surprised when Mrs. Santos told her to go in and go study for her upcoming Advanced Placement test in math while she drove me home. I could see that pout again, but Marie did as she was told.

 

When we pulled away, I noticed we were not going in the direction of my house. My breathing became heavier, and I could smell that I was perspiring heavily in spite of my recent shower. For some reason, Mrs. Santos began to breathe a little heavier as well.

“Uh, Mrs. Santos, my house isn’t in this direction.”

After a moment, Mrs. Santos nodded. “Yes, I know. There’s this park I know. I really like it. It’s so beautiful. I just thought I might show it to you.”

I think I was in shock. “Okay,” I said.

We drove to a small park that was nearly out of town. It was so far out that it was deserted even though it was summer. There were a lot of trees around, but not playgrounds or picnic areas, so it was probably for people who liked to walk.

Mrs. Santos parked in a solitary space that was practically invisible from the main lot. She shut off the engine and stared straight ahead. I was sweating profusely by this time, and her breathing became heavier and more frantic.

“Uh, Mrs. Santos, are you okay?”
Suddenly she let out a long breath, and then a slight smile came to her lips. “Yes, I think I’m fine. Although I’m not sure why. This just feels … so right.”

“What does, Mrs. Santos?”

Then she turned to me and her face lit up. “Being here. And I think it might be better if you call me Angelica.”

“Uh, Mrs. Santos … uh, Angelica. Why?”

“It means ‘angelic’.” She looked a little apprehensive. “Do you think I’m a little angelic, Mark?”

My mouth gaped. When I could speak, I said, “I think you’re heavenly.”

Her beatific smile returned. “Thank you. I think you’re pretty heavenly yourself.”

“Oh. Uh, really? I mean, I don’t … uh. Really?”

“I’ve watched you for a few years now, Mark. But when I saw you at the pool … well, I was impressed. For a young man your body is very well developed. And then when I saw your – when I saw you in your bathing suit, I was amazed.”

“You were?”

“Yes. Do you … do you mind if I rub your chest?”

I stared at her for a moment, stunned. “You want to rub my chest?”

“Yes. Is that okay?”

“Uh. Well, sure.”

Mrs. Santos leaned over and lifted off my T-shirt. She just looked at me for a minute, her flaring eyes taking in every muscle of my chest. Then she slowly raised her hand and stroked my pectoral muscles. Her eyes looked straight into mine as she moved down to my abs and began running her soft hand all over my burning skin. I was sure this must be a dream.

I could smell my body odor very strongly now. As if reading my mind, Mrs. Santos inhaled deeply.

“I also noticed you were very well developed down below. Do you mind if I take a look?”

I gaped at her. “Uh. You, uh, you want to ….” I gulped. “Are you sure?”

Mrs. Santos nodded emphatically.

“Uh. Okay.”

She reached down and unbuckled my belt, then opened my jeans.

“Lift up,” she commanded.

I raised my butt off the seat and she pulled my pants down. Then she rolled my underwear down. My turgid cock sprang out of its confinements.

Her eyes widened. “I knew it was big for your age, but – Dios mio!”

Mrs. Santos looked at my face as if to ask for permission. What was I supposed to do? I gave a slight nod.

She gently wrapped her hand around my throbbing member. I was in heaven.

She looked like a bird mesmerized by a snake as she stroked it up and down very slowly. As I recall, I was only about seven inches long and less than two inches thick at the time, but her hand looked tiny as she rubbed my burning rod.

Then she looked back into my eyes. “May I?”

I couldn’t reply. I swallowed several times. At last I brought myself to give the smallest nod.

“Thank you,” she said, to my total amazement. Then she lowered her mouth to my cock.

That moment is seared into my memory as though it lasted a lifetime, although it was certainly less than two minutes. She sucked me deeply, lovingly. The pressure built up instantly. Then I blasted my first spray of jism into the mouth of a woman; a beautiful, wonderful woman. She made certain to suck every drop down. Finally she lifted her eyes back to mine. She licked her lips as though to show me what a treat I had given her.

“Thank you,” she said again.

I almost laughed. This incredible beauty, this grown woman, had just sucked me off, and yet she was thanking me as if I had done her a great favor. That was maybe the most unbelievable part of what had just happened. But this was way too wonderful to laugh about.

“Okay,” I said.

“Well, I’d better get you home before Carlos wonders where I am. Or your mother wonders where you are.”

Although I hated to, I nodded in agreement.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

In spite of my academic setbacks, I couldn’t believe I had finally gotten here. Ninth grade. I was in high school!

It had been a wonderful summer. Mrs. Santos – Angelica – had managed to find a few more times when she could get away from her husband and I could get away from my mother (who seemed to be getting jealous or something about the time I spent at the pool) so that we could go visit her “beautiful park”.

In a way, that was a little frustrating. There we would kiss and pet, but she would only suck me off. I really wanted to try full sex, but she would not allow it. I’m not sure if it was because she was worried about getting caught by bypassers (or even the cops), or if she was afraid she might get pregnant or something. I could tell she wanted to almost as much as me, but she very nicely put me off each time.

What the hell, I was a sixteen year old boy making out with a beautiful woman, so I really couldn’t complain. I was happy to do whatever she allowed. The first time she let me open her blouse and fondle and suck on her tits was incredible. For me, that was like licking a mound of sweet chocolate, only without putting on any body fat. Her excited nipples would stick out nearly an inch, and she moaned sweetly as she taught me how to lick and suck on those sensitive teats and nibble around the edges without hurting her.

Our last time that summer she finally let me get into her panties. Well, my hand at least. I couldn’t believe I was actually stroking this gorgeous woman’s pussy! Her little hairs were soft and delicate, and it shocked me how wet she was. I just had to taste her essence, and it was like nectar for a god as I licked it off my fingers.

She looked at me in amazement. “Dios mio, Carlos has never tasted my pussy!”

I couldn’t believe it. “Your husband has never licked you down there like you lick me?”

“No. Never.”

“Please let me do that for you,” I begged. “And then fuck you. Please?”

“Lo siento, Marco mio, but no. I’m very sorry,” she said sincerely. She actually apologized to me!

Before I could beg her again she gobbled down my aching rod like it was manna from heaven and was the last meal she would ever enjoy. By that time I had learned how to control my excitement a lot more, and it took her more than fifteen minutes to get me off. It was hard to remember to keep a watch for other people when she was sending me off to a world of my own.

At the pool, it soon became apparent that some of the girls were much more interested in me than before. Some of them would pose for me as they came out of the water, whereas several others would openly flirt. I had known many of them most of my life, and I still couldn’t figure out what had changed.

One of them was Marcy Meuse, but most of the other kids called her “Marcy Mouse” because she was small, quiet, and – well, mousy. Plain straight brown hair, thin, flat-chested, and a face you would never remember other than the huge glasses covering her large, brown eyes. She did have nice, full, sensuous lips, but that seemed about the extent of her attractiveness. I was surprised she made it a point to talk with me, because she never seemed to talk with anyone in more than a few monosyllables even though we were in the same grade. But she was very sweet, so I was polite to her.

A few girls were actually more aggressive about pursuing me, including Kim Lee and Opal White. They were both varsity cheerleaders. It kind of shocked me that girls who were two or three grades ahead of me could even bother to notice. If it hadn’t been for Angelica proving that ‘older women’ could seriously be interested in me, I might have dismissed their actions as being teen tease queens.

When I got back to school, things got even weirder. During the first week Ms. Eiskönigin, who was my English teacher, told the class to write an introductory essay. It could be about what you had done over your summer vacation or your favorite hobby. I sure as hell wasn’t going to describe what I had done during the summer (although I thought about it a lot), so I wrote a couple of pages describing the joy and benefits of martial arts.

Ms. Eiskönigin was a stereotypical German goddess. In her mid-twenties, she was an inch or two taller than me, although I had put on another inch in the past year. She had a full but not thick figure topped by immense breasts. Her golden hair was cut short, almost boyishly so, which accentuated the golden glow of her alabaster skin. Her long legs were never on display, as she typically wore baggy clothes to hide her figure and not attract attention. All of the boys still drooled over her (me included), but she had nothing but disdain for us. Although Ms. Eiskönigin’s steely-blue eyes were as cold as a Bavarian lake when talking to male students, they lit up warmly when talking about literature and great writers. All the kids called her the Ice Queen.

A week later she handed us back our papers. I didn’t think I had written a great paper, but she gave me an ‘A’. I was quite pleased about that.

A few minutes later I was shocked when, as I was about to leave the classroom, she said: “Mark, could I speak to you about your essay for a minute?”

“Uh, sure, Ms. Eiskönigin,” I agreed.

The Ice Queen was actually deigning to speak with me – alone! Not only that, but we had second period break, so it would be at least fifteen minutes before anyone else came in. My head was spinning as I went to her desk. What had I done wrong?

“Yes, Ms. Eiskönigin?”

“I wanted to tell you how impressed I was by your essay,” she said sincerely.

“Oh. Uh, thank you.”

I don’t know what she expected, but she gave a tiny frown as though I was somehow making this difficult for her. But she kept her voice very sweet as she continued.

“Most of the other boys talk about their football achievements, or perhaps basketball. They brag about their physical prowess, all the games they won and how they have great hopes for future glory in the sport.” She scoffed. “Some of them actually brag about showing off in the swimming pool over the summer and their so-called ‘female conquests’.”

I smiled weakly. “Oh?”

“Yes,” she assured me with a grimace, before she smiled again. “But you, Mark, wrote about the beautiful feelings of freedom and grace with your martial arts. About how it helped to shape your mind and your spirit … and your body. Nothing about your skills or accomplishments.”

My mind was in a muddle. “Well, uh, sure. I mean, that’s how I feel about it.”

Her smile deepened, becoming almost mysterious. She leaned forward and touched my hand lightly. “I’m sure you really do, Mark.”

An electric shock ran through me. Was Ms. Eiskönigin really coming on to me? It was unthinkable.

But, as her soft touch lingered, and her brilliant blue eyes burned into mine, it became quite thinkable.

“Well, uh, I’m real glad you liked it, Ms. Eiskönigin.”

“So am I, Mark. I look forward to seeing more … I mean, reading more of your work. Very soon.”

I had to get out of there before I came in my pants.

“Uh, yeah, sure. I look forward to it too, Ms. Eiskönigin. But I gotta get to my next class now.”

She leaned back into her chair. “Of course.” Her voice was now much more professional, more like her usual self. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Right. Oh, uh, right. Until tomorrow.”

I don’t know if I stumbled out of her room or floated. What in the world was going on?

Somehow I made it to my French class. I sat there totally bewildered.

Normally, my eyes were fixated on Ms. Dague, a French woman who was also in her mid-twenties. She had the most charming little pixie face I had ever seen and long, dark hair. She spoke with the lilting accent so common to the French people I heard in the movies. Her body was thin and delicate, with small breasts that only displayed their nice shape because she wore tiny, wispy dresses at all times during the year, except during the coldest days. On this day, however, I could only stare at the wall, wondering what was happening. While it was in many ways enjoyable, my life seemed to be spinning into a surrealistic dreamland.

Perhaps it was my imagination, or maybe my befuddled state of mind, but I thought I noticed Ms. Dague smiling at me more than usual. But that was crazy. Well, certainly no more crazy than what had happened in Ms. Eiskönigin’s room.

I came out of French class still walking in a daze. I slowly walked down the hallway toward the cafeteria to get lunch. Then my day went totally Salvador Dali on me.

Kim Lee and Opal White met me at the cafeteria door, and it sounded like they were seriously squabbling over me.

“I knew him first,” Kim said as she grabbed my arm.

“That’s because you’re older,” Opal insisted as she grabbed my other arm. “But I was friendlier when we were just kids.”

I thought that was kind of funny as Opal was seventeen while Kim had just turned eighteen, but I knew enough to keep my mouth shut.

“Hah!” Kim scoffed. “You told me he was a total dweeb.”

“When he was still in middle school!” Opal protested. “Anyhow, I was friendlier at the pool this summer.”

“I was very friendly too!” Kim insisted.

“Okay, Mark,” Opal demanded of me, “which one of us do you like best?”

“What? Uh, I like you both the same.”

“Which one of us is prettier?” Kim asked, giving me a coquettish smile.

I groaned inwardly. What was I supposed to say?

“Uh, you’re both very different. But both very pretty,” I hastened to add.

“Oh, no, that’s not gonna cut it,” Opal said. “You have to choose.”

“Why? How could I possibly choose?”

By now we were starting to draw a crowd in spite of the kids pushing past to get into the cafeteria. Both girls noticed as well, and they gave each other a look.

“I know,” Kim said. “We’ll go to the locker and have it out. Are you game?”

“Game on,” Opal agreed.

We were going to one of their lockers? To do what? But I was still too stunned to say a word as they clamped harder on to my arms and led me down the hallway.

They actually led me to a private room outside of the girl’s gym. When we got inside, Opal locked the door.

“This is the locker?” I squeaked, stunned to be locked in a private space with the two of them. There were indeed lockers in the room, as well as some benches and showers.

Kim smirked. “We cheerleaders actually call it the strip joint, but we couldn’t say that in front of the other kids, could we?”

“Huh. Well, I guess not. I didn’t even know this was here.”

“It’s the cheerleading squad room,” Opal explained. “Because we practice and cheer all year long for the different sports, the main girl’s locker room is often too crowded, so they built us this private room.”

“Yeah,” Kim smiled coyly at me. “Imagine a dozen JV cheerleaders and alternates, and a dozen varsity cheerleaders plus alternates, prancing around naked in our own private locker room. Wouldn’t any guy love to be able to stand where you are and watch that show?”

I tried to imagine it, but I failed. Up to this point I had only seen one girl – well, woman – half undressed. “Oh. Uh, that would be pretty cool, I guess.”

“Very cool,” Kim grinned. “Especially when we have our, uh, private parties.”

I wondered what kind of ‘private parties’ they had here, but I had a feeling I was going to find out, so I didn’t ask.

“Sit down over there,” Opal told me, pointing to a bench. “Okay, Kimmie, it was your idea, so you go first.”

I sat where I’d been told.

Kim took a deep breath and unbuttoned her blouse. I tried to keep my jaw from dropping onto my lap. She had a plain white bra covering her tits.

“Your turn,” Kim said.

Opal had a T-shirt on, which she pulled over her head. Because her jugs were much larger, she held them up with a sports bra.

“Ready?” Kim asked. At Opal’s nod, they both removed their bras.

By now I was sweating profusely, working hard to keep from squirming on the hard bench. The girls also appeared to be getting more hot and bothered.

They stared at me. “Okay,” Opal said. “Which one of us has the better tits?”

I exhaled heavily. Since they had gone this far without any prompting from me, I figured it was about time I got involved more deeply. What the hell, may as well be shot for a sheep as well as a lamb, right?

“Well, you two asked me which one of you was prettier. But I’m only really seeing half the picture, aren’t I?” I shrugged.

Kim smiled again. “You got a point. Okay, Opal, we may as well go full monty.”

Opal gave her a devilish smile. “Let’s go for it, girl.”

With some sexy rolling of the shoulders and swaying of the hips, Kim and Opal began to complete their strip. I couldn’t help but keep licking my lips as their young womanly parts appeared before my bulging eyes. When they were nude, they did slow pirouettes so that I could admire their entire bodies.

Kim was the classical image of the perfect Asian: short with firm breasts that protruded prominently from her chest. She boasted a thin waist, flaring hips, porcelain skin, long jet-black hair, and perfectly formed facial features that somehow accentuated her huge, slightly slanted dark eyes, delicate nose, and generous mouth. Her breasts were like two halves of a honeydew melon paired side by side, with about the same amount of sag. Combined with the two little strawberries perched saucily in the center of each breast, I would have sworn they were edible. I knew her daily routine included lots of time in the gym and performing gymnastics, and it was evident in her toned but smooth flesh and her tight, perfectly proportioned body. While her abs were not the well-defined six-pack that gets headlines, they still rippled in the right places and advertised the value of crunches and planks, and any gymnast would have been proud to possess them. However, where most gymnasts were overtly muscular, Kim was a cross between a martial arts expert and a professional dancer. In other words, just perfect. Between her legs she sported a full bush that I longed to stroke.

Opal was a head taller than Kim. Her black, braided hair really complemented that mahogany skin. Her large breasts were heavy, but did not yet sag as they probably would in her late twenties. Her areolae were wide, but her nipples were surprisingly small, although they were already jutting out as far as they could go. Opal’s waist was a couple of inches too thick, but there were no rolls of fat. The buttocks was a perfect bubble, and I actually liked its size, strangely thinking of how much fun it would be to make all of that dark flesh turn an angry red. Even though they were very muscular, her legs still looked great. Her pussy hair had been shaved to feature a ‘V’ shape just above her clit, but had obviously not been shaved for a while. I thought I might not mind helping her to trim it again.

“Wow,” I said with sincere admiration. “You girls are both gorgeous.”

Opal put her hand on her hip impatiently. “Yeah, but which one do you like best?”

“Right,” Kim insisted. “I mean, if you had your choice of one of us as a girlfriend, which one would you choose?”

I put my hands up in surrender. “Both of you have beautiful bodies, but in different ways. Don’t make me have to choose. If I could, I’d have you both!”

“Humm,” Kim purred as if she was really thinking about that.

“You should be so lucky,” Opal said with a sexy shrug of her shoulder, which jiggled her jugs nicely.

What the hell? This had to be a dream, so why not push it even further? “I know you’re both great cheerleaders, but what other talents do you have?”

I held my breath, ready to duck back from getting slapped. Instead, both of the girls laughed happily.

“Well, we did bring you here to get you to like us,” Kim assured me. “So why don’t you pull your pants down and we’ll give you a little sample.”

I got my trousers down in record time, then slowly pulled my underpants off. My dick was already fully inflated.

I was happy to see both of the girls’ eyes grow bigger.

“I told you he had a really nice cock, Opal!” Kim boasted.

“I’ve only seen one bigger,” Opal agreed. “But that was on the captain of the basketball team, and he’s a senior.”

Like the well-coordinated team they were, the girls knelt down on the tiled floor in front of me. Kim reached for my cock, but only to brush it lightly with her fingertips.

“Uh, since you’re used to a big stick, Opal, why don’t you go first?”

“My pleasure,” Opal agreed.

She immediately leaned forward and licked my glans with her tongue. She seemed to enjoy the taste of my precum. Then she quickly raised her hand to grab the base of my scrotum and lowered her mouth to engulf half my of pride and joy. For a minute she ran her tongue around my member and tried to open up so she could deep throat me. Then, when she couldn’t quite make it, she started slurping and bobbing with incredible enthusiasm.

I couldn’t help thinking about the great skill and loving attention Angelica had shown with her own tender ministrations. She had only been eighteen when she married Carlos, who had been twice her age. He had trained her to provide for his physical pleasure in every way, and I had benefited from her years of practice. On the other hand, it was fantastic to have this beautiful black teenager doing her best to make me happy, so I couldn’t complain. I just leaned back and enjoyed it.

After a few minutes, Kim pouted. “Hey, how about sharing, GF?”

Opal hesitated for a second, then gave me a few more deep slurps. There was a slight ‘plop’ as she reluctantly pulled her mouth from my throbbing member. She gave a little grunt of irritation, but moved aside so Kim could take over.

Kim moved in for the kill like a snake eyeing a vulnerable bird. She reached forward, her small hand barely making it around the girth of my base. She lowered her head slowly, clearly either inexperienced in cock sucking or intimidated by the size of my prize. But she was very determined to perform for me.

She actually closed her eyes as she slowly moved forward to engulf the head of my cock. That must have been a gesture of anticipation, as she slowly moved her tongue around several times, seeming to savor the taste and the texture. She continued to caress my turgid tool with her tongue and mouth, not even trying to take it deep into her throat. Kim was like a child with her first taste of a lollipop, enjoying new sensations as well as tastes. I wondered how often she had done this. I was also enjoying the delicate sensations of her sensuous mouth and tongue, although I knew it might be a while before she could make me come.

Suddenly she was shoved aside by Opal, who had obviously been impatiently waiting for her turn. “Don’t hog it, bitch, or I won’t get seconds.”

Kim reluctantly moved aside, but not very far. Opal immediately engulfed nearly my entire length with her voracious mouth, nearly taking my entire cock down her constricted throat. She sucked like a starving woman with a bowl of delicious soup, gulping and slurping.

The more excited I became, the more enthusiastic the girls seemed to get. It was like they were feeding off my energy while feeding themselves with my man meat.

While Opal was like a busy vacuum cleaner, Kim had been much more loving and delicate, as Angelica had always started her blow jobs. The difference in those techniques, with two naked teen cheerleaders kneeling at my feet, began to have its effect in spite of the control I had learned from Angelica. No doubt I had been overwrought by the incredible attentions I had previously received from my two beautiful teachers.

“Why don’t you two share?” I suggested. “Maybe you could each take one side of my cock and slurp up and down together.”

“Ugh!” Kim complained. “What do you think we are?”

Opal took her mouth away long enough to join in those complaints. “Yeah, exactly. Sure, we compete in everything, gymnastics, cheer, even with boys. But we’re BFFs, not lesbians. We’ll each do our own thing, thanks very much.”

“Fine, but you’d better hurry it up. Lunch time is almost over.”

At my urging, they both fell to it with a will, taking quick turns. Opal was determined to get my entire length down her throat, while Kim slurped and sucked around my sensitive cap like it was manna from heaven. Hardly did one take her mouth off my dick than the other one pounced on me. More than the lovely sensations, the thought of two varsity cheerleaders kneeling nude in front of me and sucking my cock like it was their prize treasure finally got the best of me.

“I’m coming!” I shouted. “Both of you get your faces in front of my dick!”

They obeyed like the trained athletes they were, joining their heads together and opening their mouths. I spurted like I had never done before, overwhelmed by the incredible events that led up to this as well as the overwhelming tension throbbing up from my balls. My jism spurted in strong white streams while the girls took turns directing it from one lovely mouth to another. Their mouths full, I could see that Kim was about to spit it out.

“Don’t you dare waste my cum!” I commanded. “You swallow every single drop of it.”

To my amazement, they both followed my command. It was one of the most libidinous sights I had ever seen. Totally a new height in my young life!

“OMG!” Kim exclaimed, licking her lips. “I thought it would be gross, but that was really tasty!”

“Yeah,” Opal agreed. “You know what they say, ‘The younger the flower, the sweeter the nectar’.”

Exhausted, I almost fell backwards from the bench. After we had all caught our breath, I stood up and fastened my pants back up.

“Thanks, girls, that was great,” I said. “You are both beautiful and talented, and I would be proud to have either one of you or both of you as my girlfriend. Let’s do this again sometime, okay?”

Then I walked out of the ‘strip joint’, leaving Kim and Opal to get dressed at their leisure.

Lunch time was all over, but I was happy that I had given the girls a little something to fill their tummies. As I staggered on wobbly legs to my next class, I was actually happy that it was math with Mr. Franklin. He was old, mean, and ugly, but at least I could be certain there would be no more bizarre sexual behavior to freak me out. At least, I hoped not. I was all done in for the day.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

A few weeks later, I was actually getting a bit frustrated with my sex life. Angelica could not get away from her husband to meet with me. I had hoped I would enjoy some quality time with Kim and/or Opal (meaning finally get to have full sex), but Opal was now going steady with the basketball captain and didn’t want to mess that up. Kim did find a couple of occasions to sneak me into the ‘strip joint’ to give me blow jobs, but that was as far as she would go. On the other hand, she was happy for me to play with her tits and let me lick her snatch, so I was learning a little more about how to please a woman.

I know, most sixteen year old guys would kill to have such a ‘limited’ sex life, but I was used to girls coming on to me and lately to actually getting my rocks off with some cute females. Was getting to go all the way really too much to ask? I was tired of being a virgin.

At school, Ms. Eiskönigin was still being very nice to me, and I decided that Ms. Dague really was smiling at me more than the other boys, so I allowed my mind to play a ‘what if’ game about them. Not that I really thought there was much of a chance there, but it was fun.

Then the school announced a special event for freshmen. On the upcoming Friday there would be Family Day, where a parent could invite their student to spend the afternoon at their place of work. (That caused me to wonder: What if the kid’s father was a garbage man? What kind of afternoon’s fun would that be?) The next Friday, we would have the usual invitation to have a parent come in to our English class and discuss their work with the students. Then we would be writing essays about different careers and what we had to do to prepare for them. Ms. Eiskönigin was enthusiastic about the assignment, so naturally I was too.

When I explained this to my mother, she invited me to have family day at her office, as I couldn’t very well go to my dad’s. Maybe his schedule would allow him to come to the in-class discussion, which I thought would be way cooler than having some marketing person from a cosmetics company talk about feminine health and beauty. Not that I had anything against that, of course. It just didn’t sound really up my alley.

Naturally, when the day came I acted as enthusiastic as I could. We drove up to this big, drab looking building on the outskirts of town and she parked in her personal parking space. Then she took me in and introduced me to the receptionist, who was a very nice looking young woman who politely said “Hi” to me.

The rest of the ground floor was where various test products were manufactured. The actual manufacturing of products for sale was farmed out to different companies. There were all kinds of soaps, perfumes, and other cosmetics. The only thing really interesting to me was that almost all of the workers were women of different ages and sizes, although most of them were wearing bulky overall suits and masks.

The next floor up was the research lab, where other women were mixing chemicals, doing research on computers, or other stuff my mom said led up to them trying to create working products on the floor below. Many of the women were attractive, but some were old or dowdy. It really didn’t matter to me. Well, sort of. A vast majority had checked me out as we went past, and I wondered if it was just because they didn’t see many guys here of any age.

As we entered the stairwell to the final level (we would never have taken an elevator up for less than two levels), I asked my mom the question that had been bugging me.

“Why are there so many women working here? I mean, I haven’t seen even one guy.”

“Hmm, yeah,” she gave a slight shrug and quirked her mouth. “Our owner is a – well, a very independent woman. But that’s actually only a tiny part.” She sighed. “Are you really interested in that?”

What was I going to tell her, that this place made me feel like a kid in a candy store? Which, okay, I sort of was. Instead, I got all logical on her. After all, she was a really smart woman.

“As you know, Mom, this visit is part of an assignment. I’m going to have to write about it. I just thought it would be good to learn about the – what you call it? – the business model.”

“Oh, right!” She beamed at me and stroked my shoulder lovingly. “That is very smart of you, Mark.”

“Thanks, Mom!”

We stopped on the landing between flights so she could explain without disturbing anyone.

“Okay, so you know what we do. We make products strictly for women. Ms. Stevens, our CEO who finances and runs all of this, thought: Why not hire people who are potential users so we can use them as our initial test group? A really smart idea. But then she went a step further.”

Now I really was interested. “Which was?”

“Well, almost all of those products include an element of scent. Even hand cream and soap must appeal to the nose as well as the touch and the final results. In fact, when a customer opens most products, the scent is the first impression they have as to whether or not they like it.”

“Well, that makes sense. I mean – well, you know what I mean.”

She grinned at my unintentional pun. “Yes. So, anyhow, every potential employee is tested for their sense of smell. You do know that all animals and people have different levels of that, right?”

“Geez, Mom, we do learn something in school, you know!” I felt a little guilty at the hurt look on her face. “I mean, sure, I know like dogs have like a million times better sense of smell than humans, and we all have different levels of skills, which includes smell. So, sure, that makes … I mean, that was smart of her.”

She gave a tiny smirk, but just led me up the rest of the stairs. We got up to the third floor, which was the executive offices, before she spoke again.

“I’d introduce you to Ms. Stevens, Mark, but she’s not in today. She’s brilliant and an extremely interesting person. Maybe some other day.”

“Sure,” I shrugged. “Some other day.”

“Anyhow, before I introduce you to a couple of the other execs, let’s go to my office so we can get some water or maybe a cup of tea.” She smiled apologetically. “Sorry, we don’t have any soda or other artificial beverages in the building, and I know you don’t drink coffee.”

We trudged down a long hallway past a lot of doors, but no windows. There was one door at the very end, which I saw said: Ms. Stevens, CEO. Just before that on the left was a sign that said ‘Mrs. Fuller, Marketing Director.’ Mom opened the door and we went in.

As soon as we entered the outer office a young woman rose from a small desk. I literally stopped in my tracks, although my mom did not seem to notice.

“Mark, this is my secretary, Alice Radcliffe. She’s the person who helps make everything happen for me. You’ll have to interpret her accent, as she’s very British.”

Probably in her mid-twenties, Alice Radcliffe was a true English rose. She was only a few inches shorter than me and had thick, deep auburn hair that hung to the middle of her back. Her figure was quite full, and might turn heavy in later years, but for now was exactly of all the right proportions for her height. Her pale skin, which she emphasized by showing bare arms and somewhat more than the usual amount of décolletage, was so smooth and white it reminded me of fine dinner china. Her eyes were an almost violet shade of blue, capped with long, lustrous lashes, and her nose and mouth were perfectly shaped. When she spoke it was like someone singing an Irish lullaby, and her laughter was a stream of crystal clear water running over a bed of smooth rocks.

She held out her delicate hand. “Sure, ‘an I’m pleased t’meet ya, young mister Mark. Call me Alice.”

Was that what they called a Cockney accent? I had no idea. I had to admit it certainly threw me off her appearance. Well, for a few seconds.

“Ah,” was the best I could respond as I took her hand in mine. Her skin was soft and silky, but her grip was firm. I could just imagine--

She suddenly inhaled deeply, and seemed to sway a tiny bit. She quickly snatched her hand away and backed up a couple of steps. I wondered what I had done to offend her.

It would have been a terribly embarrassing moment for me except that we were interrupted by a soft knock on the door, immediately followed by the entrance of an older woman who looked Middle Eastern.

“Hi, Dr. Faizal,” my mom said pleasantly.

“Hello, Erica,” the woman replied, not seeming to notice me. “I wanted to ask you if you could do some marketing research--”

She stopped cold. Her head lifted a tiny bit, her nostrils flared, and she took a deep breath the same as Alice had done. She looked directly at me and her eyes went wide. Then she practically ran out of the office muttering something that sounds to me like ‘fair moans’, which, of course, would have been silly.

Now I was getting paranoid. All of my life females had generally responded slightly to strongly positively toward me. However, in the space of two minutes, two women had backed off like I had a communicable disease. What the hell was going on?

“Oh, my goodness!” my mom fretted. “I should go check on Dr. Faizal to see if she’s ill.”

“Mebbe she just forgot somethin’ she wanted to show you, about the research an’ such,” Alice conjectured, although with no conviction.

“Maybe,” my mom said doubtfully. “Well, if she’s not ill, then I should get the details on what she wanted me to do.” She looked at the two of us speculatively. “Whatever it is, it’s probably best if you don’t go with me, Mark. Alice, would you mind if Mark sits quietly in my office just for twenty or thirty minutes? Maybe you could get him something to drink?”

Alice’s face lit up with evident pleasure. “It’d be a pleasure to – um, to be hospitable to yer son, Missus.”

Mom frowned. “Humm. Just don’t be … too hospitable, Alice.”

Alice’s face became pure innocence. “Of course not, Missus.”

With a quick look at me Mom went off to find the mysterious Dr. Faizal.

As soon as she left, Alice gave me a big smile and moved closer. “Well, I certainly want to be polite to the boss’s son,” she purred. “Could I offer you … anything?”

I shook my head to clear it. “Uh, I gotta admit, I’m really confused. When we shook hands you jumped away like I was a pariah. You don’t have to be polite just because my mom’s your boss.”

Her beautiful eyes went wide. “Oh, that!” She gave a tinkling little laugh. “When I got close I was near overpowered by a strange sensation. And when we touched--” her breathing got heavier as she moved a bit closer to me. “Well, sure an’ I felt a strong tingle go right through me! Right down to my private parts.” She laughed. “Which is the same thing I’m thinkin’ happened to Dr. Faizal.”

I felt my mouth gaping. “Then why did you jump back?”

“’Cause, if I hadn’t, I feared I might jump ya right where ya stood. Then yer mum would have had me out on me ear afore ya could say ‘little hussy’!”

I couldn’t believe this. “Are you putting me on?”
Her face turned totally seductive. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind doin’ just that. Would ya fancy a quick shag on yer mum’s desk?”

I almost fainted. I wanted to be certain I understood her. “A shag? Like a deep carpet?”

“Exactly. Deep in me very own carpet.”

I took a quick look at the door. “I, uh, well, if you’re sure ….”

She grabbed my hand and a little shudder ran through her body. “I’m sure it’s worth the chance. Those two can talk for hours.”

I followed helplessly as Alice led me into my mom’s private office, closing the connecting door behind us. She immediately turned and pulled me into a flying lip lock, her tongue doing its best to stroke my tonsils. I tried to return the favor. Her hands roamed over my arms and then my chest. Before I could return the favor she pulled away and gave a pleased smile.

“My, but you are a sturdily built lad, aren’t ya?”

I wanted to be gallant. “You’re built pretty nicely yourself.”

Her smile quirked and she went back to kissing me. She snaked one hand down to feel my cock. I must have still been shell-shocked from all of these turns of events, because she broke off and looked a little disappointed.

“You don’t like me?” she asked in a hurt voice.

“NO! I mean, I like you a lot. It’s just – well, what happened out in your office, and then being in my mom’s office like this …. I mean, I guess I’m just totally discombobulated.”

“Ah, right,” she nodded knowingly. “Well, let’s see if I can fix that, right, luv?”

She slid down to her knees and quickly unbuckled my belt. She pulled down my trousers and looked up with a mischievous smirk. “Let’s see what little prezzie you’ve got for me, shall we?”

As she slowly pulled down my boxers her eyes widened. “Oh, my, isn’t it luverly! And I think your little man’s gonna grow up to be quite a big boy very soon, eh?”

Alice started with a few quick kisses on the head, which bobbed appreciatively. Then she took my now semi-turgid tool completely into her mouth, using different pressures of suctions while her tongue swirled around my entire girth. My floppy worm was quickly becoming an anaconda under her expert pet handling.

My head tilted back and my mouth opened wide, gasping for breath. I had thought Angelica’s abilities were great, but this was amazing! Alice’s talented mouth massaged my entire tool with her lips and tongue, and then suddenly bobbed up and down with a vacuum suction. She pulled back to lick and kiss my now secreting tip, and then swooped in until I could feel my head in the back of her throat. Just when I started to feel the first tingling of spurting off, she pushed herself away. We were both breathing heavily.

I blinked several times. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Not at all, luv. I could happily twirl around your Maypole for hours. But our time may be quite short, and I’m already that hot and wet I’ve just got to get me own relief, don’t I?”

“Oh. Great.”

She quickly stood and moved to my mom’s large desk. The only thing on it was a computer, which Alice shoved to the far end. Then she pulled her short skirt up and leaned forward over the desk.

“Well, c’mon then, pull me knickers down, will ya?”

I jumped to oblige her. As I knelt down and bared those golden globes I couldn’t resist planting a deep kiss on both beautiful cheeks. Alice giggled. Then I leaned in farther and stuck my tongue out as far as I could to get a taste of that sweet twat. She was right about two things: She did have a pretty hairy bush, and she was dripping wet.

“Oooh, that’s ever so lovely,” she sighed. “But that’s for another time, right? Let’s just get your marvellous machine pounding my pussy for now.”

I loved both of those thoughts, present and future.

Not one to keep a lady waiting, I stood up and grabbed my throbbing meat by the base. It wasn’t the romantic first time I had imagined, but was I crazy enough to complain when this beautiful, sexy young woman stood in front of me eager to have my manhood deep in her feminine sheathe? Not a chance.

Still, I did not want to just jam it in, but to savor the experience. I put my left hand on her bare cheek and slowly rubbed my cock head up and down that slippery slit.

“Oooo!” she cooed. “Come on, luv, don’t torment a poor lass. Let me have that lovely pole, will ya?

I closed my eyes. Slowly, slowly, I slid my organ into hers. The euphoric sensations of heat and tightness were quickly enhanced as her vaginal muscles worked to pull my throbbing truncheon deeper into her welcoming recesses. Finally, I was fully engulfed.

“Ahhh,” she sighed.

“Oh my god!” I breathed. My eyes opened wider than they ever had in my life.

Valhalla. Paradise. Nirvana. Heaven. Whatever people wanted to call it, I was there. I placed my other hand on her right cheek, clutching at those beautiful buns like I wanted to hold them forever. But nature took over, and I began to slide out and back into that tunnel of love and lust. Alice leaned heavily on the desk and rotated her bewitching buns around slowly to complement my measured movements.

Her body trembled, and I sensed that she really wanted me to slam into her quivering quim like a pile driver. But she was aware that this must be my first time, and sincerely wanted me to enjoy the experience. I was deeply grateful, but I also knew our time was getting short and she wanted her fertile field ploughed deep and hard.

After several minutes of having enjoyed my own sensations, I started to rotate my rod within her well-lubed cylinder. Soon we were both moving more forcefully, and our engines began revving up toward the red mark. My fingers dug deeply into her tender flesh, and her hands began to scrabble for some sort of purchase on the smooth wood.

I plunged hard, my balls slapping against her butt and my dickhead hitting something firm in her vaginal channel. Alice grunted and hissed in satisfaction. I pulled out slowly and then plunged right back in to the hilt. She knew I was ready.

“Oh, yeah, lover. Now really give it to me!”

I tried my best to accommodate. My predatory animal instincts rose to the surface, wanting nothing more than to use this beautiful bitch for my selfish pleasure. I lunged forward and moved my hands to grasp those incredible tits, still encased in her blouse and bra. I squeezed so hard she cried out in pain in spite of that flimsy protection.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it! Use me like your little slut! Make me beg for more!”

I lost all control, squeezing and pinching through her clothing, pounding my weapon into her greedy gash like a man possessed, which is exactly what I was. Deeper, harder, more violently than I had ever thought possible. It was primeval! It was bliss! I could feel my release starting to build up in my balls. Alice pushed back hard to take everything I had to give her.

“Oh, Mark! Mark! Ah, Jayzus …. I’m there, I’m there! Cum for me now, me lover!”

Her frenzied pleas sent me over the top. With a final plunge to the max I poured my seed relentlessly into her love pocket. I couldn’t believe how many times I spurted, yet she seemed to hit some sort of climax with every shot of my sex pistol. At long last we both slumped down, exhausted.

After a couple of minutes I realized my weight must be grinding her body down onto the hard desk, so I pulled myself up to a standing position. Alice turned her head to give me a lovely smile.

“Thanks, lover. I haven’t had a good shag like that in … well, a long time now.”

“It was my pleasure,” I said sincerely.

“Next time, we’ll have to find a place that’s more comfortable and where we can have time to relax and, well, enjoy it even more.”

I thrilled at the thought of that. And then it hit me: I was no longer a virgin!

 

 

Chapter 4

 

So, now I had real sexual opportunities. Alice had happily welcomed me into her sex life, Ms. Eiskönigin had vaguely implied she was interested, and I was certain that eventually Angelica would give in to my pleas – and into the obvious desires of her own body. I was also pretty sure that Kim would succumb in time, although Opal seemed pretty well out of the picture. Well, for the immediate future. Without a doubt, as I became older and more experienced, there would also be others. The challenge was having the freedom to explore those opportunities.

Since he was not a ‘senior’ pilot yet, my dad was sometimes gone for up to two weeks at a time on extended international trips. Now that my mom had been promoted to Director of Marketing, she was spending a lot more evenings going to marketing events, having exec team meetings at the office, and even going off to industry conventions. So the windows for me to experience forbidden pleasures were widening.

Now that I was sixteen and in high school, my parents couldn’t expect me to put up with a babysitter whenever they were away. Hell, some of the girls my age babysat for other families. From a safety standpoint, I was confident I would be more than a match for the average burglar, if one could even get into the upscale community we lived in. So that left only a matter of food. Between calling for takeout and being able to make my own sandwiches, that was a non-issue. My final argument to my parents was trust: Wasn’t I a mature, responsible young adult whom they trusted to take care of myself and the house and not have any wild parties while they were gone? They had to agree with all of that. And so it was settled.

So there I was, smug and satisfied with myself for setting up such a beautiful path to teenage nirvana, when my life exploded. Literally.

Two representatives from my father’s airline arrived at our door early one evening to tell us that his plane had exploded in mid-air shortly after takeoff from an international airport. Although the plane had scattered far and wide, they had already recovered all of the bodies, as well as the black box. It was later confirmed that the blast on an electrical short circuit had found its way into the center wing fuel tank. In other words, bad maintenance. I won’t mention which airport as that might seem like I was prejudiced against that country or culture.

The reason didn’t really matter. All 230 people aboard had died, including my father.

Naturally, it hit my mom the hardest. She was totally devastated.

I had certainly known she loved Dad, but I had always thought of her as quite the independent woman. He was often away, yet she managed the house with no problems. She was always cheerful and positive. She had a very successful career of her own, of which she was very proud. She was also proud of me and what I did with my life (other than the things she didn’t know about). But, the minute she heard Dad was dead, she broke down like a little girl.

She didn’t leave the house for a week. When she wasn’t crying, she was staring vacantly into space. She wouldn’t go to bed at night, just sitting on the couch with the TV showing a fake Yule log with no sound. Whenever I got close, she hugged me like she would never let go and soaked my shirt with her tears. It was both weird and disturbing.

I didn’t go to school, and I was having a hard time sorting out my feelings. My father had been away so much that, in many ways, he was more like an uncle who drops in a lot. On the other hand, whenever he was home he spent a lot of time with me and Mom. Since I wasn’t interested in going to ball games with him, he would attend my tournaments whenever he could, and even visit the dojo to watch me practice. I suppose I looked at him more as a hero-figure than an actual parent, as it was always my mom who was around and supporting me in my daily activities.

People dropped by to give us their condolences and bring us food, but I had to greet them and be polite. Mom just sat there in her robe and stared into space. Ms. Stevens, Mom’s boss, dropped by once to assure her that she could take whatever time she needed to ‘heal up a bit’. In the meanwhile her marketing assistant, Lizzy Jones, would step up to keep things on track.

Mom didn’t even say a word. It was getting very depressing. Maybe that was why Ms. Stevens left in a hurry after briefly shaking my hand when I thanked her for her visit.

I was trying to be the man of the house now, but I had no clue what to do. Mom had been living in that robe and was beginning to stink badly, but she wouldn’t go take a shower. I wasn’t about to try to bathe my mother.

Then things got really complicated. Around eight o’clock one night I tried to get her to go upstairs to sleep in her own bed, thinking that might be the first step to restoring some normalcy for her.

She looked at me, her eyes huge and wet. “I can’t sleep in that bed,” she whispered. She reached out and stroked my arm. “Maybe I could come sleep with you? Please, Mark? I’ll wash up first.”

I pulled back sharply. Sure, my mother needed comfort, but there was no way I was going to get into the same bed with her. I was a horny teenager, but I could not commit incest. Or even take the chance of something happening.

I needed to get some help in, but who could I ask?

My mom had been an only child. Her father had Alzheimer’s, so her mother had her hands full already. No other close relatives.

My father had a younger brother who lived in San Francisco with his boyfriend. Since his parents had disowned their gay son, my father had refused any contact with them, so no help there. I liked my uncle, but was certain he was not going to leave his boyfriend and job to come take care of my mom.

There didn’t seem to be much choice. I called Ms. Stevens, who had promised to give whatever help she could. She asked me a lot of questions about what was going on and told me to give her a couple of hours to arrange something. Two hours later got a call on my cell. I didn’t recognize the number, but since Ms. Stevens had promised some help, I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hullo, luv. I’m just outside. You wanna let me in?”

I still couldn’t believe it when I let Alice in the door. She had on a very conservative dress and carried a night bag.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded.

“Yeah, lovely to see you again an’ all,” she smiled brightly.

“Well, of course I’m happy to see you, just shocked. Why you?”

“Let’s leave all that for a bit later, shall we? Right now, I’ve got things t’do, right? Where’s the guest bedroom?”

I led her up the stairs. My bedroom, the guest room, and the bedroom my parents had converted into an office were all upstairs. The master bedroom was downstairs.

“It has a bathroom, so you won’t have to look for one,” I told her.

“Smashin’!” she assured me. She threw her overnight bag on the bed. “Well, let’s get to it, eh?”

We went back down to where my mom still sat nearly comatose on the sofa. Alice immediately took charge. Although they were about the same size, Alice cajoled and woman-handled Mom into her bedroom. About an hour later they emerged. Mom had clearly been bathed, her hair washed, and she was wearing a warm robe over a night gown, with fluffy slippers on her feet. Alice’s dress looked a little worse for wear and still damp in spots, but I thought she still looked fantastic. Mom smelled a lot better, but only looked a little more alert. Alice guided her to a chair, not the sofa.

“How about a nice cuppa, then?”

Mom blinked. “I drink coffee.”

Alice tisked. “That’ll keep you awake. You have any tea?” she asked me.

I showed her where we kept all kinds of coffee and teas for guests. She picked out a chamomile and used the micro to heat up a cup of water. She got my mother to drink the whole thing.

“Now to bed, right boss?”

Mom was like a rag doll, so I helped Alice carry her into her bedroom. We got the slippers and robe off and tucked her under the covers. Alice turned out the lights as we left Mom’s room.

“Do you think she’ll sleep much?” I asked, knowing what a silly question that was.

But Alice smiled knowingly. “I nipped a bit a’sleepin’ powder into the tea. She should get a nice, long rest. It’s clear she needs it.”

We sat down on the couch, close but not touching.

“Okay, please explain to me how Ms. Stevens got you to come help.”

“Easy peasy. I volunteered.”

“May I ask why?”
Alice sighed. “Long story short, about a year and half ago I followed my supposed boyfriend here from London. He’d been attached to a sister company for a couple of months to learn our market, and I was madly in love with him. Almost straightaway I learnt he had a fiance and a dolly on the side.”

“Ouch.”

I reached over and patted her knee. She shivered a tiny bit.

“Right. Anyhow, your mum had hired me on a temp basis ‘cause I’d done retail sales for cosmetics, even though I had few qualies as a secretary. When I dumped the louse an’ said I was headed home, Erica kindly told me she’d help me get my Green Card and train me up as a marketing assistant if I stayed. Well, she’d been so lovely about this bloke, givin’ me hugs an’ buying dinner a coupla times, I said yes. I really didn’t see much future for me back in London, so here I am.”

“And I’m very glad you stayed,” I said fervently.

Alice wiped a tear away. “Yeah, well, your mum has been ever so lovely t’me, so when we first heard the news I told Ms. Steven’s if ever Erica needed help, just let me know. She called me straightaway, so here I am.”

I leaned over and kissed her very softly on the lips, just as a thanks and welcome, not trying to get anything started. I really was grateful.

Alice kissed me back, then pushed me away. “Get on with ya, now! I need t’clean up, and you need yer beauty sleep. It’s time you were gettin’ back t’school.”

I was disappointed, but I couldn’t disagree with her. I trudged into my bedroom, took a quick shower, and got between the sheets, bare as always.

I lay there thinking about so many things: my dad’s tragic death, my mom’s anguished reaction, how I was going to plod through the day at school tomorrow, what was going to happen to Mom in the future, and quite a bit about the generous English beauty who by now was sleeping peacefully in the bedroom next to mine. What a smorgasbord of emotions.

Then a ray of light shone through my doorway and disappeared just as quickly. Before I could say, “What the …!” Then my covers lifted and a warm, voluptuous body slid in next to mine.

For one moment I was terrified, then I remembered Alice had given Mom a sleeping pill, so it couldn’t be her. Then I was thrilled.

I reached to take Alice into my arms, but before I could she said:

“Shh. You’re also traumatized and exhausted. Scootch up on the bed and just lay back and relax. Let me take care of you for a little while.”

My first thought was: She’s right. My second was: Anyhow, how could I possibly refuse such a fantastic offer?

I plumped my pillow up, scootched up a couple of feet, and leaned back against the headboard.

Totally under the covers, Alice moved to the center of the bed and between my legs. On her knees, she reached to find my little bird, still warm and sleepy. As though to make it even warmer she blew softly on my foreskin, which sent tiny tingles of pleasure up to my balls. Then she began kissing the very tip just as tenderly as I had kissed her lips earlier. This went on for a couple of minutes until I felt some life stirring in the nest.

As I slowly began to stiffen, Alice began to lick my semi-flaccid pole on both sides, across the top, and then lifted it to tongue the juncture of my balls before slurping all the way back to the tip. Then she repeated the entire process. By now I was well past half-mast and headed for full extension. As instructed, I just lay there passively and let her work her magic.

When I felt my full length become rock hard, Alice took me deeply into her mouth, gently working with her tongue and throat to absorb me as deeply as possible. I was now about eight inches long and slightly more than two inches in width, so I could appreciate the effort this sweet lass was taking to deep throat me.

She alternated between deep, rapid suction and just teasing my tool with her tongue and lips. Every time I would feel my rocket swell to its capacity and threaten to blast off into that hot, moist space, she would back off to those light, teasing ministrations. I lost track of the time, but I didn’t care. I really was tired and worn out from the emotional toll of the past week, and I was content to lay back and have this British beauty pleasure me. Quite the opposite of the first time, perhaps she really had been serious about twirling around my Maypole for hours.

The sensations were exquisite, and each time she brought me down and took me back up they became more intense, more urgent. At last I knew I was not going to have my jets cooled this time. I had to warn her.

“Uh, Alice, I’m … oh, man!       Uh, I’m gonna--”

She got the message. Rather than pulling off as I had expected, she sucked like the proverbial vacuum, pistoning her head up and down as deeply as she could, lathering me with her tongue, slurping and sucking like she wanted to swallow my entire salami. The rumbling in my balls became hot, intense. I reached to stroke her hair but discovered I was pushing her head down on my cock, and suddenly I was spurting like Mt. Vesuvius.

Alice clamped her lips around my surging member, riding the waves of my bucking hips, clearly determined not to let a single drop of my cream spill from her mouth. I could feel her throat working furiously to try to drink down every spurt, to fill her stomach with my spunk. I had been so depressed I hadn’t even jacked off all week, and I came like never before in my young life, shooting huge amounts of cum what seemed like dozens of times, thinking of nothing but the joy and relief of my release.

Emotionally and physically it was a catharsis! I was certain a lot of tension and pain had flowed out with my jism. How was that even possible?