Prologue
The morning sun streamed through the window of Kurt Wiley's bedroom. He opened his eyes slowly, began to stifle a yawn and then gave into it. Gradually his still sleepy eyes began to focus, and he looked around his room.
The bedroom reflected much of the expense and good taste that typified the rest of the house. Kurt's parents had money, and they believed in spending that money. His mother had done the primary decorating of the room, choosing the curtains and the furniture, while he had filled in the necessary details.. . so necessary to a fifteen-year-old who was heading into a collision course with young manhood.
He permitted himself to stretch luxuriously, letting his long, muscular limbs extend to their fullest. And then he relaxed again, snuggling in the warmth of the bedclothes.
Very slowly, as if some other being was taking hold of him, he felt an old familiar strength ebbing into his body. It was a strength and power that never ceased to amaze the fifteen-year-old boy. Inside his loins he felt a thickening that started at the top of his abdomen and 'hen flowed through his genitals.
It happened now almost every morning. Ever since he had started to look at those girls in high school...look at them and allow his eyes to roam over their bodies, taking in those incredible differences between his male body and their youthful female forms.
The bodies of those girls did something to Kurt. He, who was as yet sexually inexperienced, was greatly affected by the sight of their firm young breasts, rising and falling as they walked ...even moving as they laughed.
And he knew about the rest, too. The warm, intimate part that was nestled between their legs. He'd known about that for some time, ever since he had started to take part in those discussions with the rest of the boys in the locker room after class.
They had talked about the girls, and one of them had brought in a book that he had found in his father's bedroom drawer. It had not only described things...the things that men and women did together, but it had shown pictures as well.
And those pictures had fired Kurt's youthful, masculine imagination. Fired it to the point where he wondered when he would have a chance to try something like that.
What would it feel like, he had wondered to himself time and time again. And often, as he slipped off into sleep, he had found himself thinking of some particular girl in school, imagining himself with her and doing those things that men and women did together.
And as he thought about it, the power would overtake his genitals, strengthening them and giving them surprising, surging power. The thoughts would flood through his mind, race down through the length of his body, and then seem to pour into his penis, giving it a fullness and life of its own.
The feeling wouldn't be dissipated in the morning, either. He would usually wake up with it, and as on this morning, he would find that his penis was still responding thickly to the influence of those thoughts.
He glanced down and watched in awe as his manly organ began to press up against the blanket, making it rise up like a tent. Up, up it went, and his loins felt thicker and thicker. Finally he was swept up with the surging power that strained for release, and he reached down and began to rub his hand back and forth along the length of his manhood.
It was an automatic reaction on Kurt's part, as he gave in to the influence that had started to take over his body ...ever since he'd become more aware of those girls in school. It was an automatic reaction that so far had spelled the release of the tensions that were beginning to overtake him as he came closer and closer to the threshold of being a man.
For several moments he was lost in his thoughts, and thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy coupled with the sensations that he provided for himself. And then he was rudely jarred.
There was a knock on the door, and almost on the instant that he pulled his hand away the door opened and Edna walked into his room. Edna was the maid. She was a strikingly attractive black girl who had been with the family for several years. Kurt couldn't really remember how long she worked for them. But somehow it seemed like she had been around as he was growing up. Had she ever helped him take a bath, or watched him dress? He couldn't remember.
And yet she always seemed to regard him with a curious kind of intimacy, as if they shared some sort of secret together. Of course Edna was reasonably young...around thirty-five, Kurt guessed. And he was as yet too inexperienced to know that his vibrant and youthful body could have a powerful effect on a swinging, free-wheeling girl like Edna.
"Well," she said cheerfully as she walked into the room and pulled back the drapes, "I see Sleeping Beauty is up and at 'em!"
Kurt grinned. He liked Edna. There was something about her honesty, her complete and open frankness that impressed him. She wasn't like some of the girls in school who giggled and snickered behind his back, as if they were involved in some sort of conspiracy that only girls could know about.
"Morning, Edna," Kurt said, turning in the bed a little to conceal his straining manhood.
Edna glanced over to him, and Kurt felt painfully aware that Edna might have caught a glimpse of what he had been doing when she had opened the door. He felt a momentary flood of embarrassment at the prospect, and stammered for something innocent to say.
"It's...it's pretty quiet around here this morning," he said, almost sheepishly.
Kurt couldn't figure out why he was still embarrassed by sexual matters ...especially when it involved a direct confrontation with a female. Somehow it was all right when he and the other boys got together. Then it was something to be expected ...something that they all did to find out more about that mysterious world.
And yet, when a girl was concerned, it was as if the confrontation was too strong. It was being too close to the source that did it, he guessed. And yet, that's what it was all about. He couldn't help wondering when he was going to overcome this feeling. He knew he'd have to do it eventually. And it was something that his parents' money wouldn't be able to buy for him.
"Yep," Edna answered, smiling pleasantly at him. "I always like a morning like this. Gives me plenty of time to catch up on all my work."
In contrast to Kurt, Edna seemed to have no reservations when it came to openness of feeling. And he admired her for this. Admired her, and often let his eyes roam along the curving lengths of her figure. She couldn't be more than thirty-five, he thought again.
He looked at her face, which was extremely attractive. Her ebony skin was drawn taut over her fine bones, giving her face a perpetually happy and youthful appearance. Her starched white uniform clung to her body, making her full breasts stand out for attention.
And sometimes, when she would talk to him privately as she was doing now, he seemed to notice that they protruded all the more. It was as if little points at the tips had stood up to take notice, and jutted all the more against the confines of the white uniform.
And now, as he gazed down along the length of her well-formed legs, he felt himself protruding again. That power was still there. It was surging and straining again, and he wished that he hadn't been cut off in the middle of his act to release that power.
Edna walked over to the side of his bed and stood looking down at him. She was grinning, and Kurt couldn't figure out what in the world she might be thinking. He could never tell with Edna. She seemed at times to carry the knowledge of the world.
He turned his body again, striving to conceal his excitement from her, and his mind raced for something to say to get himself away from the train of thought that seemed to take over his brain.
"What's for breakfast, Edna? I'm starving, but I want to hurry and eat. Dad's taking me out for some batting practice today."
Kurt had been looking forward to this day for some time. His father was always busy. Busy making more money, and for so long Kurt had had to make his way for himself. He had to grow up by himself, and steer himself into all the normal activities for a boy of his age.
He'd often thought that it was because of this that he started to hang around the other boys so much, listening to their stories, sharing in their discoveries. And that, of course, had always come around to their mutual interest in discovering the world of girls.
But today would be different. His father had promised him for some time that today would be their day. It would sort of make up for all the time when Kurt had been left alone. Alone to his own thoughts, and to the growing wonderment that was slowly taking him over. And that of course meant being alone to work it out of himself, as he had been doing before Edna had walked in.
"I've got a good breakfast for you, honey," Edna said cheerfully. "Ham and eggs and all the rest that you like with it. But I don't think you're going to be getting that batting practice in today."
"Oh, why not," Kurt asked, suddenly alert.
"Last night.. . I guess it was after you went to bed. Your mom and dad got a telephone call. I don't know what it was all about, of course, but they sure got excited about it."
Kurt stared at her, waiting to hear what was coming. Long experience had brought him to expect the worst.
"Then I heard them making all kinds of plans, talking about getting packed real quick, and the next thing I knew your mom and dad were flying out of the house with some luggage."
"You mean they went away?"
"Yep. Something about a cruise or something. Some friends of your folks came up with something and they decided to go along. They told me to tell you they'd be back in a couple of weeks. Or maybe longer."
She stood looking down at the boy, seeing the obvious disappointment that flooded his face. Suddenly he wasn't thinking about girls anymore. And even with Edna's rather seductive form as close to him as it was, Kurt wasn't excited by it any more.
He thought instead of all the other times when this same sort of thing had happened. Of all the times when he'd longed for the simple enjoyments that other boys had found with their own families. For him those times had been disappointments, as one excuse after another took his parents away from him and left him on his own.
He began to think, in those few moments after hearing Edna's news, that the time was coming for him to change all that. The time was coming for him to get out on his own, and take whatever kind of pleasure he could find.
That was nothing new. Lots of the other boys were doing it. It had led some of them to experimenting with drugs, and other pleasures geared to make up for something missing.
But Kurt wasn't interested in drugs. That wasn't his bag. He would have to find his substitute pleasure in something else. Something that would make him less of an adolescent, and more like the adults with all the wild swinging fun they had.
And he thought again of that boy in the locker room with the book he had found in his father's dresser.
If that was the kind of things they did ...if that was what was going on during that cruise that his parents had left him for ...then he was going to have to find out what it was all about. Kurt was going to have to dip into the same kind of fun!
He came back to reality, and that reality made him realize that Edna was still watching him. She was watching him carefully now, her eyes glittering with some sort of excitement that was buried inside her. He wondered what kind of picture he made for her, still sprawled in his bed, his longish hair disheveled on the pillow.
He was naked, although since the blanket was pulled up to his waist there was no way that Edna could know that. Or was there? As he watched her it seemed that her gaze went down below the line of the blanket, down below his waist to where his manhood still pulsed with that surging thickness.
And even though he fought it ...even though he didn't want it to happen ...that power began to increase until the blanket started to raise up like a tent again. And as he saw Edna glance at the throbbing rise, his face turned scarlet with embarrassment.
Edna saw his reaction and chuckled.
"Shucks, boy," she said with an earthy quality, "there's no reason to be ashamed of something like that! It's perfectly normal, and I've seen them lots of times!"
And for some reason Kurt knew that was true. What was something new to him, this open exposure of his growing, throbbing sexuality to a female, was something that was not new at all to someone else. That was a difference that he was going to have to overcome.
But he wasn't so sure that now was the time.
"Well," Edna said, grinning at him, "what's the matter? You look like somebody's squeezin' you in the wrong place!"
And then she moved closer to the bed. So close in fact that her thigh pressed against his bare shoulder. Kurt could feel the warmth of her flesh as it seeped through the fabric of her uniform and right into his own bare skin.
And the more he felt that warmth, the hotter his penis became, until finally it was filled with sensations that he had never known before. The whole pubic region was flaming now with something that he couldn't define. It was a tingling, and a burning all at the same time.
His blood was pulsing through his veins, and his heart was beating faster than he'd ever known it to beat before. Something was happening to him, all right, and he couldn't figure out just what all it was. It was the closeness of Edna, for one thing. And then it was her unabashed reference in his blooming manliness, for another.
"I...I'd better get dressed," he stammered.
"What's your hurry, baby?" she asked with a smile. "Your folks went off and left you alone. Now your plans are spoiled, ain't they?"
"Yes. Yes, they are."
"Well, so why not make new plans. I mean, there's lots you can do to have fun."
She stared down at him with a level eye, and that eye was angled to take in that tent-like rise in the blanket. Kurt wished like hell that it would go away, and that Edna wouldn't have something to stare at. But it wouldn't go away. If anything, it just increased. It was like something that he had no control over.
"Look at you," Edna said, her gleaming white teeth exposed in a seductive smile. "You're quite a man already, you know."
It took Kurt a moment, but he realized then what she was talking about. And it started to give him ideas. But so what, he thought. Just because he had an organ the size of a man's didn't prove anything to him. Of course he felt good about it in a way. He wouldn't have wanted to be without it.
But what good was something if you didn't use it? And Kurt's manly powers were still virginal. Excited, and nearly always aroused, but still virginal all the same.
That was going to change soon, he vowed.
"Edna, I think I ought to...,"
"What's the rush, honey. You don't have to get up right yet. I was thinkin' about goin' back to bed myself. After all, there's nobody here but us two. Just you and me, that's all. Why, we could do just about anything and nobody would ever know about it!"
Kurt's heart pounded more fiercely now. It was obvious to him what Edna had in mind. She would hop into bed with him in a moment if he just gave the signal. All he'd have to do would be pull back the blanket and make room for her, and then he'd start getting all the experience he wanted. And needed.
And he had no doubt that Edna could provide that experience. Even though she hadn't spoken the words, he was sure that she knew the score, and in as many ways as there were to do it. It would be a great initiation for him, he was sure of that.
Kurt pondered the possibilities. She was right, of course. There would be no way that his parents could ever find out. He'd never tell, and neither would Edna. And so what was there to lose? Nothing. And what was there to gain? Everything!
He thought of what it would be like, her naked body next to his, the heat of her body transferring into his. And then, the hard power of him pressing against her ...pressing and pushing until finally he was enveloped by her slippery, contracting snugness.
He glanced up her body to her breasts, and mentally licked his lips. He wanted to know what it would be like to press his face against them, to snuggle into them until he was lost in her womanliness. He ached to know what it was like!
And yet, inside him something was fighting. He wanted to know her, of that there was no doubt. But perhaps it was her open invitation for pleasure, her willingness, that shook him a little. His inexperience caused him shyness, and he cursed it, while not being able to shake it.
"Well baby," Edna persisted, "what's the matter?"
"Nothing. I mean ...well, I...,"
"Aw, come on, honey. You've got what it takes. I can see that. What good is it if you" don't use it?"
"Edna, I just. . . "
"I can't beg you, baby. Either you want to or not. It's as simple as that. But from the looks of you, you need something like that. I mean, you look like you're all tight and tense. And there's no better way to relax, believe me. I know what I'm talkin' about!"
Kurt was going through a terrible conflict with himself. His body was aching for the kind of release that Edna spoke of. It had been aching for it for longer than he could remember. Maybe even before he'd noticed the girls in school.
He had to take that first step...that all important first step. And when that was done who knew what he would be like. Perhaps it would be like opening a Pandora's Box, with the demonic fury of a growing boy's sexual drives finally unleashed and seeking gratification in every possible corner.
That was certainly a possibility. And yet, for right now there was nothing. Kurt still had to bring himself to take that first step. And Edna was offering it to him!
And then Edna did a shocking thing. She reached down and touched him. Her fingers rested lightly on the rise of the blanket, and Kurt was electrified as he felt fingers touching him where no one had ever touched him before.
And they were woman's fingers. Mature, and knowing and seeking. His body thrilled to the touch, and ripples of current traveled up and down his spine. The morning was warm, and yet there was a chill running through him as his heart raced to catch up to his pounding blood.
Edna was gentle. Very gentle, and her touch was like a butterfly's. And yet she knew just what she was doing. She was turning him on to even greater heights of passion than he had experienced before. His mind boggled as he thought of what other things she might do.
She might be able to initiate him into all phases that were discussed in the book he had seen in the locker room. She seemed just the type, and probably any other boy his age who was inexperienced and dying to change that status would have jumped at the chance that Edna represented.
And yet Kurt held back. He wanted to, and yet he was afraid. And when he did it for the first time, he felt like he ought to be the one in control. The one in charge. That's how it was supposed to be, he'd heard, and he was slowly coming around to the point where he wanted it like everyone else was getting it.
"Edna ...I just think I'd better get up and get dressed. I mean, there's a lot I got to do and all."
Edna smiled down at him. She understood his hesitancy. She always thought that he was a virgin, and now this confirmed it. And she could sympathize with him. Yet that didn't help her. She had been wanting him for some time, and on that morning it looked for the first time like she would be getting what she wanted.
"Well, okay baby. If that's the way you want it. But any time you're ready, you just come to me. Okay? You know what I mean."
Edna turned and walked out of the room, not bothering to shut the door. Kurt knew what she meant, all right. He was finding out more and more about it. And as he lay alone in the room he made a vow. Never again was he going to experience the kind of disappointment he had felt when Edna had told him about his parents going away.
Kurt was going to take the bull by the horns, and find out once and for all what was so much more fun than staying home and playing with your own son. He could play the same game too, he decided. And that game was going to get under way just as soon as possible.
The next day at school Kurt met as usual with his friends in the locker room. He had thought about telling them about Edna, and her blatant advance, but then he decided against it. No way of telling what the fellows would think about it, he figured.
But their talk had gone on just as usual. Talk about girls, and about the delights of being snuggled together, exploring each other, and then sinking into each other with bodies merging in a pulsating, throbbing frenzy.
Kurt listened to all the talk, and virtually each sentence of it made him think of Edna, and of the delights that he had undoubtedly turned down. But even when he was rejecting Edna he knew that he wasn't rejecting the pleasures it meant.
He'd decided to take advantage of those pleasures from the moment he'd heard about his parents walking out on him, leaving him alone to find whatever enjoyment he could by himself. He had known right from then that he was going to find that enjoyment, and use the adults who had left him so many times as a model.
But he also wanted more than Edna had offered. She had offered herself willingly. Kurt knew now that he didn't want to accept an offer. He wanted to take!
And he got his chance just three days later when he arrived home from school. He tossed his books on the marble table in the hallway and, just as he was heading to the kitchen for a glass of milk, Edna caught up with him.
"Hey," she said, "don't hurry off so fast. You've got company."
"Me?" Kurt asked, wondering who in the world was coming to visit him.
"She's in the study," Edna answered. "Been waiting for you all afternoon."
"Well, who is it?"
"She said something about being a cousin of yours. I sure didn't know you had such pretty cousins," Edna chuckled as she headed back to the kitchen.
Kurt's mind was working as he headed to the study. And finally it dawned on him. It could only be one person, based on Edna's description, and that would be Sally James, a relation from his mother's side of the family. He hadn't seen Sally James for about six years. And he remembered her to be pretty, all right, but also a little shy and with braces on her teeth.
He opened the door of the study and walked in. And the sight that greeted him made him stop in his tracks. There was Sally James, all right, but it wasn't the Sally that he remembered. She was prettier than ever before, with shimmering hair that cascaded down around her shoulders. The braces were gone, and in their place was a radiant smile full of beautifully aligned teeth. And as for the shyness, well, he soon saw what little there was left of that!
"Hi," Sally called out to him from across the room. "Remember me?"
It took Kurt several long moments before he could answer. It wasn't that he was at a loss for words. It was just that the sight of Sally's body was doing curious things to his own. He felt himself start to tingle again, and his blood pulsed wildly.
Sally was something to look at, all right. Her breasts were full and magnificent, and the tight blouse and skirt she wore left very little to the imagination, especially when that imagination was already as fired up as Kurt's was.
Her hips curved out deliciously, and down below was the flatness that suggested many an interested prospect to Kurt. Perhaps it was then that he realized his initiation into the ways of a man was close at hand.
Finally, taking a big breath, he walked forward, extending his hand.
"Hi, I'm Kurt. I wonder if you remember me."
"Sure, but let's not be so formal with the hand business, okay? All the people I know like to kiss when they meet, especially after it's been so long. And I don't see any reason for us to be different, do you?"
"No. Not at all."
Kurt eagerly placed his lips on Sally's, and responded almost at once with the electric charge that passed between them. He had all he could do to keep from drawing Sally tightly against him, letting his own body feel every inch of hers. But for the moment the kiss was good enough. It was a very good kiss, and he let his lips melt with hers with tantalizing urgency.
He wanted to open his mouth and let his tongue slip between her lips, let it mingle with hers as he whipped it around and around like a frantic, passion-driven butterfly. But still he held back. There would be plenty of time for that as he slowly began to make all the right moves.
Finally they broke apart, and Sally stood gazing at him admiringly.
"Well, I've been kissed before," she said, "but never by someone who wanted it as much as you do."
Kurt blushed as Sally analyzed him with amazing accuracy. But then he regained control. After all, if this thing was going to come off as he wanted it to, he would have to be in control.
"So what have you been doing all this time," he asked his cousin.
"Oh, nothing much. Trying to enjoy myself is about all. I suppose that's all any of us can do before the grind of college starts. How about you?"
"Oh, the same," Kurt lied. He wasn't about to tell her that he was only now on the threshold of enjoying himself. "Hey, how about a drink? Dad keeps a pretty good liquor cabinet, and I can make just about anything."
"Sounds good. I'd like a Martini, if you can mix a really good one."
"Coming up," Kurt answered, and went about mixing the gin and the vermouth. When the drinks were ready he took one over to Sally and watched as she sipped it.
"Uuum. Just the way I like them. Really dry."
She sipped again, and then he relaxed on the sofa beside her.
"I was really surprised when your maid told me that your folks were away. I guess it must have come up quick or something. My mom hadn't known they'd be away."
"Oh, it was quick. Overnight, I guess you might say."
Kurt couldn't conceal the note of bitterness in his voice and Sally picked right up on it.
"Sounds like you haven't really been having so much fun for yourself," she said, once again hitting the mark directly.
"No," Kurt admitted, "but that's all going to change now. I'm really going to start finding out what I've been missing."
They drank again, and Kurt watched Sally out of the corner of his eye. He had a perfect view of her breasts from where he sat, and as he watched them he noticed the nipples jutting against the fabric of her blouse. Soon that old familiar swelling started in his penis again and he was filled with a straining urgency.
"You're a very pretty girl, Sally. Do you know that?"
"Well, I've been told it before, if that's what you mean."
Kurt continued to stare at the girl, and after a while she met his stare openly. Whatever urgency was communicated through Kurt's eyes was picked up by the girl, and very soon he realized what his next move would be.
He sat his glass on a nearby end table, and then moved closer to her. In another second his lips were on hers again, but this time with a passionate, frantic quality as he unleashed everything that he had been holding inside him.
As he pressed his lips tightly against hers he brought his arms up and around her until finally he had the whole upper part of her body drawn to him in a frenzied embrace. Sally didn't resist at all as Kurt began to explore her with his hands, letting his fingers caress the thin shoulders and then tracing down until they brushed against the warm, supple flesh of her breasts.
As he continued to kiss her with a growing passion he idly fingered her nipples through the thin fabric of the blouse. Very slowly he felt the nipples begin to harden and jut out from their firm, fleshy base all the more.
His organ was throbbing now, as it pressed out against his pants as though seeking its warm, wet target. Kurt allowed all of the feelings, the desire for sensations that had been pent up inside him, to flow loosely now.
His arms tightened around Sally's body until finally her breasts were mashed against his chest. He reveled in the feel of their heavy flatness pushing against him. And then, giving totally to his surging spirit, he opened his mouth and let his tongue press against her lips.
She resisted at first, keeping her mouth tightly closed. But Kurt kept pressing with his tongue until finally he had pushed his way between her lips and into her mouth. His tongue tipped against hers, and almost immediately his taste buds were flooded with the flavor of her mouth. He liked very much what he tasted.
"Uummm," he groaned deliciously, as he began to whip his tongue back and forth in her mouth.
Sally moaned, a deep animal-like moan, but there was no attempt on her part to protest. She let herself be held in his grip, and she seemed to willingly surrender herself to his need.
His tongue twirled around and around, and in another moment hers began to respond with the same kinds of motions. And then their tongues were working in unison, pressing against each other and whipping around and around like two surging snakes.
They kept this up for several long minutes, and then Kurt began to use his fingers more energetically on Sally's breasts. He delighted in the feel of them, having to release her just enough so that he could get his hand between her body and his.
Her breasts were full and melonous, and that jutting nipple at the tip of each one was a field day for his fingers. Even through the fabric of her blouse he was able to grip it between his thumb and forefinger and tweak it.
Then he would roll it back and forth between his fingers until it was even more rigid than before. He was continually amazed at just how strong and hard that little knob of flesh could become. He even tried pushing the nipple into the breast itself, working on it as one might push on a button.
And still they kissed, as Kurt worked feverishly to probe as far back into her mouth as physically possible. And for him, as anxious as he was, anything was possible!
Then he dropped his hand away from her breast and let it fall in her lap. And as soon as Sally felt his hand working around the area of her young womanhood, she began to protest.
"No ...no," she said, pulling back from his mouth. "I don't want to do that."
Kurt was stung. He needed it now. He desperately needed the warmth of her, to be enveloped by her. The strain, the ache was too great, and he wasn't going to deprive himself any longer.
"But Sally," he argued, "you know you want it as much as I do. You know that!"
"No, I don't know that. Oh, I've done it before, but only when the time was right. And you and I, well move, in closer, it's not like we have something special going, or something like that."
"And what difference does that make. You're a girl and I'm a boy. That's all it takes. And you're beautiful Sally. Your body is ...well, no one could resist your body. You know that, don't you?"
Kurt was busy all this time. His hand was working around and around in her lap, pressing here, probing there. He kept his talk coming in a steady stream as his palm pressed up against her pubic region. He could feel the hair underneath her skirt, and his fingers longed to work themselves in the hair, curling it around his fingers and pulling. And then, below the hair was the intimate sensitivity of her vagina.
Kurt's own organ was pulsing wildly now, straining against his pants and aching to be enclosed in her feminine warmth. He could feel a boiling inside him ...a boiling that threatened to overflow and erupt at any moment if he didn't work fast.
Anything that would work, anything he could say that would turn the trick, came to his mind and he made use of it. He convinced Sally that he had realized as soon as he had walked into the study that he cared very much for her. It was a line that he had heard the other boys using, and it had always worked for them.
And now it was working for him. Gradually Sally's reluctance was slipping. She allowed him to press into her, and then to draw her close to him again as his hand continued its exploration.
And then she started to respond in kind, reaching out into his lap and searching for the hard eagerness of his penis. She found it quickly enough, and then held onto it. And the touch of her fingers was even more thrilling to his flesh than Edna's had been.
Sally's touch didn't have the feeling of experience that Edna's had had, but it had something else. Kurt knew that he would be enjoying Sally's body within a few minutes, and that knowledge helped to be even more receptive to what she was doing to him.
Slowly Kurt reached up and undid the buttons of Sally's blouse. She didn't protest at all, but only stroked his penis all the more. The blouse was open, and then she stopped working on him long enough to lift up her arms so that he could remove it.
Next came the bra, which he fumbled with, but finally removed. Quickly Kurt lowered his face and dipped into her breasts, savoring them and inhaling deeply of her womanish scent. He began to lick, letting his tongue ride back and forth along the fleshiness, even sucking in from time to time.
And as he worked on her in this way he fumbled with the zipper of her skirt. It only took him a minute, and then he was working that down around her knees and then to the floor. Next came the panties, and then Sally was completely exposed to him. Every inch of her naked young body was a delight to his eyes, and to the rest of his body as well. Every fiber in him was responding now, aching almost as much as his throbbing penis.
Quickly he stood and undressed, letting all of his clothes drop in a heap on the floor. And as he stood, Sally reached around and caressed his penis, and underneath to his heavy hanging testicles. He pushed her back onto the sofa, afraid that her actions combined with his anxiousness would cause him to erupt too soon.
He snuggled between her thighs, letting his own hard body gently down onto hers. Once again he dipped down to her breasts, letting his mouth enjoy once again the warm taste that they offered.
Sally was moaning now. There was no resistance on her part. If anything she seemed incredibly anxious to receive Kurt, and she wrapped her arms around his body to try to pull him up into position. Then, after a while, Kurt's own eagerness got the better of him, and he lifted his body up just enough so that his manhood was positioned right at the entrance of her vagina.
And as he pressed forward, groaning with delight at the first feel of the enveloping warmth, Sally sighed happily, receiving him with more passion than he had imagined any girl capable of.
She wrapped her legs around him, trying to draw him in deeper. And then, when he seemed like he wanted to just enjoy the feel of her depths, she began to thrust herself up and down, as if trying to prime the pump.
In another moment Kurt began to thrust back and forth, sending himself deeply into her, and then withdrawing to plunge in again. Back and forth he went, his penis gliding easily in the moisture that Sally's body provided, until finally he reached the snapping point and erupted hotly, gaining the release that he had sought for so long.
Then, after it was over, Kurt lay quietly, thinking to himself. So this was the first big step. He had finally taken it. And now he was going to continue to find out for himself all that he had been missing. Nothing was going to stand in his way as he sought out and experienced one pleasure after another.
This was only the beginning, and he had a long way to go!