Chapter 3

"I'm still not nervous, Derek," Bette told the man as he stopped beside the bed, "but oh my God, am I ever horny. I can feel my cunt twitching like a fish on a hot rock."

"I have a beautiful, six-inch cure for that problem," he told her as he put her down on her feet, "and Doctor Derek is going to apply the medicine where it will do us both the most good."

"Standing up?" Bette asked with a little laugh. "I thought you were going to put me to bed, Doctor."

"I'm going to put you in bed, angel. But first, we have to unveil this work of art."

His fingers moved deftly and then Bette's dress was gone and she stood as a work of erotic art in white bra and panties, white garter belt and dark brown nylons. Her shoes had been dropped during the brief trip to the bedroom.

When Derek took her in his arms and they shared another passionate kiss, she felt his throbbing penis against her tummy, felt a spot of wetness where his excitement leaked in the form of semen. As he picked her up again and put her down on the bed, Bette rubbed at the semen with the tips of her fingers. It felt sticky and very nice.

Bette allowed him to move her hand away, then he was lying atop her and she felt his penis throbbing in her hot crotch as his mouth came down on hers in a kiss that made her forget every previous kiss.

When his mouth left hers, his body moved down and then his face was buried between the bulging cups of her bra and she felt him alternately kissing and inhaling the fragrance of clean, unperfumed woman body. At first, Bette told herself she wanted that to go on forever, then she cancelled the order as she realized that nice as it was, she wanted other things to happen.

As he kissed and licked in the cleavage of her breasts, Derek's hands were both strong and gentle as he fondled her breasts through the light bra, then she was being turned, felt his fingers slipping the hooks of her bra, than that garment was gone and she saw her naked breasts pointing toward the ceiling and, more importantly, she saw the look of joy and lust on the handsome face of the man.

"How magnificently beautiful," he whispered huskily as his voice broke with passion as he claimed her breasts with both hands. "How incredibly beautiful, how firm, how sweet and satin smooth."

Derek may have said other things after that, but Bette couldn't be sure because his mouth was filled with breast so that she heard only a muffled, humming sound as he fondled one breast while he sucked the other, then changed the order of things while Bette sang her song of ecstasy without using any words at all, just sighs and moans and labored groans of desire.

With each breast, the man seemed to read her sounds and he stopped sucking just at that moment when her nipple felt so raw and sensitized that it was almost painful, and then he was kissing a moist trail down over her tummy, pausing to lovingly rape her navel with his tongue, leaving a pool of saliva in it as his hands caught the top of her little white panties and she raised her bottom off the bed to help him strip the garment down her legs and off. The moment she was freed of the restriction of her panties, Bette felt her legs spread wide, as though with a mind of their own, as if they took their message from her vagina, rather than her brain.

"How beautiful. How incredibly beautiful," Derek said as he stared at pink heaven in her crotch, then an unhurried visual tour of her lovely body, all the way up to a face that was more than beautiful as it seemed to shine with the radiance of her ecstasy.

"Should I take my nylons off, lover?" Bette asked.

"Absolutely not, darling. Your garter belt and nylons enhance your nudity," Derek told her as he put a hand on each nylon and slowly felt his way up, marveling at the firmness of the shapely thighs.

"Oh Derek, I can see everything. It's so exciting," she panted.

"Tell me what you can see, angel," he invited as his two hands fondled expanded nylon tops.

"I can see your hands on my thighs. That's so sexy. I see your big, strong cock and your lovely big balls dangling while you play with me. Your cock is twitching. Is that because it wants to get into my cunt to fuck me?"

"It is indeed, but my cock is going to have to wait."

"Aw, don't be mean to your nice cock. Why don't you let it have its way?"

"Sorry, that greedy prick will have to learn to be a bit more patient. My lips and tongue have prior claim to that little pink blossom between your luscious thighs and I do have to be fair," he told her with a frown and Bette sighed more loudly as the hands began to move over silken skin and her crotch opened even wider in erotic invitation.

Bette hungered to feel those hands on her vulva. She told him so, but Derek had plans of his own.

Before that, he wanted to stroke the satiny thighs and make her squirm, pant and tremble with desire. Not only would it be wildly exciting for him, but it would enhance her pleasure at the first touch.

Unlike other women her age, Bette had never engaged in any form of petting. In her early teens she had promised herself that she wouldn't play until she was ready to go all the way. Keeping that promise had been surprisingly simple and now it was time to collect her rewards in the exciting knowledge that each touch, each kiss was a step toward the ultimate goal of sharing her body with a man, the man of her choice, sharing it in a manner that would involve a piece of his body being buried inside her body, with the magic juice of manhood being pumped into vagina to form an erotic bond.

Moving her pliant body easily, Derek raised her legs and bent them back over her body. With his face close to her arched behind, he marveled again at the beauty that was framed by the garter belt. He saw another pink aperture, between the spread buttocks. It too looked tempting and his throbbing penis seemed to see it too as it twitched strongly to tell him that it wanted to invade that tiny pink ring and stretch it. Derek told his penis to forget about that for the time being, but the impudent little bugger didn't seem to be listening.

The tips of his fingers moved closer and closer to an eager-to-be-touched vulva and the young beauty moaned with passion and squirmed hotly.

Slowly, his fingers moved closer and closer to the pink, hairless vulva until one finger moved in a slow oval pattern in which it almost, but not quite, touched the pouting labiae in the warm, white nest of wide open crotch.

As it moved, Bette felt his cheek brush against an inner thigh, felt moist breath bathing her, then the finger did touch and her body jerked.

"That didn't hurt, did it, darling?" came a whisper from her crotch.

"Oh no, sweet Jesus, no. Oh darling, take me ... take me ... Do anything you want with me. It's so good ... so ... uh ... good."

She felt the man moving in her crotch, then shrieked in ecstasy as his lips touched her tender crotch lips in a kiss so light that it was a kiss of butterflies and gentle July breezes.

The kiss was repeated, his mouth moved, then a low, broken cry of passion tore from Bette's throat as a slightly raspy tongue touched the bottom of her slit, paused, then slowly licked all the way up to the top. There was a pause, then the deliciously maddening tongue again licked slowly from the bottom to the top of her vulva.

Not just her vulva, but her whole body tingled and trembled as electric charges radiated out from her crotch, then the voltage was increased as Bette realized that these were only the preliminary touches and that the man had told her he would suck and lick there until she climaxed.

What she had experienced to that point was greater by far than any orgasm she had ever experienced and she found herself wondering whether she could survive the promised joys of oral sex to orgasm.

His fingers still feather light, Derek parted those tender lips and he trembled as he stared into the darker interior which shone brightly with virgin dew. His plans for further teasing went out the window and, with a groan, his open mouth pressed down onto her vulva and he began to suck.

"Oh Jesus ... Jesus ... you're sucking ... you're sucking my cunt," Bette announced, although it seemed obvious that he was aware of that. "Oh yes ... yes ... yes ... Oh Christ ... it's wild ... suck ... suck ... suck ... oh sweet Jesus ... my cunt ... my cunt ... suck ... suck ... suck ... "

She heard the slurping sounds from her crotch, heard the man's muffled moans and groans and felt his fingers and palms adding to her joy as they explored her tummy and hips and thighs then they strayed upward until each hand held one of her breasts and she discovered that her nipples could get as aroused and as sensitive as her clit.

"It's too good ... it's too good," Bette panted as Derek fondled and sucked. "Nothing can be this good ... oh yes ... yes ... suck ... suck ... suck my cunt my darling lover angel."

Derek didn't need to be told what to do, but he gave no indication that he resented her directions as his arms wrapped around her hips, he raised her body higher and as he went on sucking, Bette looked up to see that his hair and face were wet with perspiration.

And then she understood why his greedily sucking mouth found so much juice in her slit as she felt him pouring his saliva into her where it could blend with her vaginal juice to provide more and more for the greedy man to suck.

Derek was so generous with his saliva that despite his voracious sucking, her vagina was unable to hold it all and she felt warm fluid trickling down into the crack of her behind, then down her back to add to her fierce delight.

And still he sucked on as though the fluid he stole from her generous slit was necessary to sustain life and her hot little well produced that fluid copiously.

But there were higher peaks of ecstasy yet to scale, Bette discovered as she felt his tongue snaking into her wildly tingling vaginal slit. It probed and darted like a wild creature, an erotic asp. Each touch, each lashing flick increased the voltage of the electrical charges and each time she felt sure she had achieved the ultimate in arousal, the man licked her upward to yet another plateau.

"Oh Derek ... Derek," she panted as his tongue licked slowly over and around her tenderized clitoris, "I'm ... uh ... going to ... uh ... to come ... come ... come...."

His arms wrapped more tightly around her sweat-wet, naked body, his tongue continued the maddeningly slow lapping, then all the world and heaven and hell exploded in her crotch, Bette gasped, shrieked, then her body was jerking madly in orgasm the like of which she had never even imagined.

Derek withdrew his tongue but kept his open mouth warmly over her vagina, comforting and congratulating the virgin as spasm after spasm tore through her lovely young body. When the spasms finally passed, Bette was too weak to speak and Derek, understanding, was content to hold her and bathe in the golden glow that radiated from her.

"Oh Derek," she managed later, her voice small and trembly, "I don't believe it. Nothing in all the world can be like that."

"Do I take it that you found a bit of pleasure in your first cunt lapping, my little angel?"

"You nut," she responded and managed a little laugh. "You must be the world's greatest lover, but to ask a question like that tells me that you're also a great idiot."

"I'll accept both those statements of praise. In fact, having savored the silken warmth and the delicious flavor of your lovely crotch, I'll accept anything you say. Dear one, I had my face in heaven and I drank heavenly nectar in your cunt. By the way, does your little pink place still feel warm and tingly?"

"Oh yes, more than that. I can feel it flowing like the sun. I've got the sun between my legs. All I need now is to have something else there, something big and strong and beautiful like your cock. Do you think that can be arranged?"

"I'm sure it can and I can assure you that my cock, and the rest of me, is more than eager to do that. Not even the most fortunate of men ever get to fuck an angel."

"Then why don't you stop talking and do it, damn you?"

"Because your tender little pussy isn't quite ready for it yet. That's why."

"You have to be kidding. This randy little cunt feels like it's ready to take West Point, buildings and all," she told him and they laughed.

"I hope you realize that you're a most unusual virgin," Derek told her as his right hand strayed into her crotch to gently stroke the moist warmth of her vulva. "Trust me, my angel," he added as he stroked and patted and felt her body responding. "I want to bring you about half way up. We'll know when the moment is just perfect and then I'll give you what we both want. Do you trust me, darling?"

"Yes, Derek, more than I've ever trusted anyone."

"Then lie back and relax, angel. You're within a little more than seconds of your first fuck."

Lying back, Bette sighed as his finger stole gently into her hot, wet slit, then it was doing magic things there, sending fresh waves of arousal and desire sweeping through her flowing, tingling body.

With the practiced skill of an experienced lover, Derek read the signals in the sounds of her breathing and the motions of her writhing body, then he rolled over onto her, felt her arms wrap around him and saw her legs open wide.

He reached between them and in one sure move, the head of his penis was at the portal and she felt her labiae being pushed aside to make way. With a slow, gently push, Derek's stiff cherry plucker forced the tiny aperture open and then she felt it throbbing inside her.

"Oh God, you're in me. I can feel the great big head of your cock in my cunt. Oh, it's so big. When will it hurt me?"

"Soon, darling, soon," the man told her as he braced himself and prepared for the ultimate onslaught. The hurt will happen, but don't think about it. Feel every inch of your very first fuck, my darling angel. Feel how my stiff cock throbs in your tight little slit. Feel it, darling," he panted as he worked against the barrier that had to go.

He went on talking in an urgent, erotic whisper as he tested the strength of her hymen, braced, then with one mighty lunge he broke through and heard her gasp and cry of pain.

"Take it, darling, take it," he panted. "Take the full length of my cock. Take your first beautiful fuck, darling. I love you, Bette, I love you ... I love you ... I love you ... I love you," he timed the words with long, slow strokes as he buried himself in her hot depths and stroked at a steady, unhurried pace.

The burning sensation was strong, but Bette was able to feel beyond it, was able to turn pain off and savor instead the joy of strong penis invading hotly receptive vagina and as she writhed under the half weight of the man, her fingers dug into his back, nails cut furrows in his skin, but if the man was aware of that, he gave no indication.

Her vaginal passage was deliciously tight but more than well lubricated so that his tool rode easily. Each time the man drew back, he left only the head inside, locked there by the tightness of the little ring, then he pressed down and buried it to the hilt, their bodies rubbing before he drew it back for the next stroke.

And there was a next stroke and a next and a next as Bette picked up the rhythm and brought her eager body up to meet each delightful assault of his sweating body and that hard, strong, beautiful invader that worked with such ease, in and out ... in and out ... in and out.

"Oh Derek," she panted, "I think I'm going to come again." Fuck me more ... more ... make me come with your beautiful cock stroking in my cunt. Make me come ... Fuck me ... Fuck me...."

"Yes, darling, yes. Take your fuck. Take my love and my cock. Don't think of coming, angel. I don't think you can. Take it ... Take it...."

Derek felt his charge building to the point where there would be no holding back, yet while he could, he held back, extending his stay in a place that made heaven look like a slum.

Panting loudly, he made the strokes a little faster, a little stronger, giving his partner more and more of his weight and then he felt her body tense, heard her gasp, then a radiant smile lit his face as she made a liar of him.

As she cried out in the ecstasy of orgasm, Derek gave the green light to his own explosion, then they were rocking and writhing together, their wet bodies squeaking as they experienced the joy of shared orgasm until the last spasm passed and they lay together, warm and wet in the aftermath of love and of delicious lust.

For a long time they were silent as though in awe of what they had shared, then it was Bette who broke the silence.

"Thank you, Derek. That may not sound like much, but it's everything. I couldn't say more with all the words in the language."

"And I thank you, you magnificent angel. Have you any idea at all what you just did?"

"Sure. I got beautifully fucked by the best lover in the world."

"Thanks again, but you did much more than just get fucked."

"I did? What did I do?"

"You actually had an orgasm within minutes of losing your hymen. In doing that, you broke all the rules of nature."

"Good for me. Still, it was so beautiful. Other woman must have done that before I did."

"If so, I've never heard of it, my darling ex-virgin."

"Mmm, you keep making me feel so special. What would you say the odds are against climaxing while losing one's cherry?" Bette asked as though questioning a teacher in school, rather than a lover in bed.

"Christ, that's a tough one. I'd say something like one in eleven million. Something in that area."

"Mmmm, you keep right on making me feel special. Not even the burning sensation in my crotch can spoil the beautiful glow I feel right now."

"I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable for a couple of days, angel."

"No, not really uncomfortable. The one thing that's stronger than the burning is the wonderful memore of that beautiful fuck. Oh yes, there is another plus, anticipation of my next fuck. I hope it will be with you, Derek."