Slippery Love

Joseph could only shake his head no.

"Well that's a good start. Okay then, Joseph, you start driving and I'll give directions." She took a lipstick from her purse and pulled the visor down to look in the mirror.

He decided not to speak and gunned the gas peddle to hard before the car lurched into first gear and headed down the street. He was hampered by several jerky shifts until he found control again found his breath again found his balls again. He looked over and saw his date, Cynthia Whitaker, smiling a devilishly eager smile filled with adventure rather than scorn. Hope still lived.

"I don't want to go to the old parking lot behind the ball field," Cynthia said, letting her smile fall to serious thought. She looked at her second date that night, sniffed to make sure he smelled clean, and flipped down the visor again to make sure her hair was arranged to her liking.

Joseph prayed his disappointment didn't show when she finished and appraised him again. He sat silent driving where she directed until they reached to city limits and kept going. "Where are we going?" he asked, as the minutes took up miles and the city lights faded behind them.

She was serious now, staring at her virgin, eying him like a cat would a mouse. "You'll see, Joseph. Have some patience will you." She giggled enjoying the mystery, enjoying the way he squirmed. "I think I'll like you, Joseph. Just try not to piss me off before the night ends. Okay?"

"What's wrong with the parking lot?" he stammered, hoping questions didn't constitute as pissing her off.

"Duh -- don't be stupid. The cops have been hanging around over there since school started. I know a place in the woods between here and Orland, where no one will bother us."

His mind still whirled with apprehension. He couldn't believe his luck. It was going to happen. Joseph Roswell the Virgin, was going to get laid and lose the sigma before graduating. What a fucking relief!

Cynthia guided him down and around fog covered back roads, and once she told him to pull over and park the car in a closed in tree covered turn off, she led him around the roped off trail past the "do not trespass" signs, and down the leafy wondering path that led though the woods. She allowed him to hold her hand as they walked and gave him an even bigger cat-eats-mouse grin, showing off her white even teeth.

They walked down the narrow path for over ten minutes, and came out of the woods on the north side of a large still moonlit lake. The round clearing held several trees between them and the small sandy beach that led into the water.

"The lake's spring fed so the water stays fresh all year. We can swim another time if you like."

"Another time?" asked Joseph.

She smiled again opened the large handbag she'd made him carry, and pulled a beach blanket out laying it out to cover and press down the tall grass that grew in the middle of the clearing. She sat down and patted the blanket next to her. Joseph sat next to her, but he didn't know what to do next so he did nothing."Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked.

He leaned forward and tried to give her a gentle kiss on the lips, but she wasn't having anything to do with that and grabbed his head, kissing him hard. Her lips crushed his lips her tongue danced in his mouth - a siren call keened from her slim delicate throat, and within seconds Joseph had a raging hard-on that caused blood to race through his heart and a painful discomfort twitch in his pants. His cock felt more alive than ever before. It felt so fucking good, so fucking mammalian right. His rite, to demand the innate desire to take his place among the men before him, to find his inner masculine lust, and consume the offering a female partner offered her mate.

He pushed her back onto the blanket falling on her with hands and mouth taking their fill of her young fit body. His mind was ablaze with lust, a depraved need to reek havoc and force her full tender breasts and open willing pussy to meet his demands and give in to his dominating presence.

And, then she slapped him, knocking him off of her. She straddled his chest forcing his arms to the ground. Her sudden shift of control stupefied him. His lust broke like the young virginal reed it was, her will his gain, her body her choice, his need her decision, and at that moment Joseph remembered fear. Real fear spurred from the cat-eats-mouse grin that now spread across her luscious lips showing even white teeth in the moonlight.

"You're the virgin, Joseph," Cynthia said through clenched teeth. "You're not the master. You got it?" She was defiantly pissed off. She kissed him biting his lower lip before breaking the second kiss of his young life.

"You understand your role here, don't you, Joseph," she smiled wickedly. "You're my plaything, not the other way around, and if you don't listen, behave, and act like a gentleman we can stop, go back to my house, and never speak again. Go it?"

Joseph nodded, embarrassed by his uncontrollable lust. He thought quickly, bit back his ego, and found the heart to be patient. He needed to get laid. He'd do anything she wanted to achieve that goal. "Yeah, I got it," he whispered once he could breathe again. Cynthia slipped off his chest and sat beside him motioning him to do the same and face her on the blanket.

She slapped him again, and smiled licking her lips when he didn't complain. It wasn't a hard slap, more like a love tap rather than a domineering demand for subservience. "You really are a virgin, aren't you, Joseph."

It embarrassed him to hear her say it out loud. He wanted to lie, but she knew. He saw it in her stern look. She smiled again - the cat was getting into the forbidden cream.

"Don't worry about it," she said, after a moment. "Just do what I tell you and we'll both enjoy this."

She started giving instructions. It made him a little uncomfortable, Cynthia telling him what to do, especially when he caught her cat-eyed look, but he wanted to please her, like a baby seal looking up with dreamy eyes before the poacher's blade descends. He almost came in his pants when she grabbed his hair pulling him down to suck on her nipples through her shirt.

She had young small breasts, her nipples visible beneath the tight white blouse. She never wore a bra at school, always flaunting her sexuality, and Joseph found tonight was no different. He took her breasts in his hands and sucked her nipples through the shirt's thin cotton fabric. She pushed him on his back after a few minutes, opened his pants, and pulled his cock out.

Cynthia stroked it a few times with her fist before taking his entire cock in her mouth; her tongue massaged his balls and the hypersensitive skin between them. He was in heaven. He recognized the new spirit in him that demanded attention in a desperate hedonistic way, but made sure he held it in check so she would continue. He knew from that moment he would do whatever Cynthia wanted her virgin to do.

When he couldn't hold off any longer he started to twitch and moan like a baby begging for breast milk. She stopped and removed her skirt and panties - giving Joseph another cat-eats-mouse grin. "Now it's your turn," she said. "You have to eat me now. You need to strip first."

Joseph wasn't quite sure what she wanted, but when she pointed at her pussy he sat up took off his clothes watching with pounding heart as she lifted her shirt over her head and sprawled back on the blanket, resting on her elbows.

He'd heard from Max, that in fact girls really liked guys eating their pussies, but the thought of doing it never occurred to him as being - a necessity. All of his adolescent masturbatory fantasies involved 'Joe the Man' getting head or fucking a sweet pretty pussy. Max's unflinching opinion had never given him a reason to think the tale was true, but when Cynthia pointed at her damp hairless pussy again and gave him that mesmerizing smile he couldn't resist his natural tendency to be the man he wanted to be. Other than his mother's, he had never seen a real pussy before. Like most guys his age he had been reduced to looking for the elusive feminine nude form online or in magazines. Those pictures didn't explain what the hell he was supposed to do, but between Max's voice in his head and his own need to make Cynthia happy, he figured he could do a passable job at least.

Joseph took a deep breath of false courage and waded into the unknown zone of the goddess known as Cynthia Whitaker. A little itch of doubt may have been present just before his mouth found her mound, fate may have been fucking with his mind, but he was about to get laid. Fuck it, he thought, after all it can't hurt, can it? A few inches closer and he froze, just staring at her pussy.

It looked like a puffy mound of pink skinned tiger shrimp split and open, inviting the unwary traveler with its siren call. It was a temple made for worship. The mouthwatering ambrosia's shinny smooth tantalizing lips shone silvery in the moonlight, a heavenly incense demanding the male penitent to find salvation inside its folds.

She was wet. Max had said that was a good thing. Fuck yeah!

When he didn't move Cynthia sat up lifted his face and kissed him. Her sweet tender mouth calmed the blood pounding in his ears. "Just lick it, baby," she whispered. "Then stick your tongue inside as far as you can and suck me." She lay back on her elbows again, put her small hand behind his neck and pulled his hesitant dry mouth to her wet glistening pussy.

Joseph didn't have a choice but to do her bidding. He did as Cynthia told him and began licking the outer mound of her pussy. He had heard other boys make jokes about pussy smelling like fish, but Cynthia's didn't. The first scent he noticed was strawberries, like his mom's scented shampoo. There was also a damp scent like the ocean before dusk, and when he ran his tongue over her pussy it felt sticky. Juicy dripping memories of his mother walking naked and sated from the room where her black lover had fucked her to orgasm filled his thoughts, and when he slipped his tongue deep into her he found ambrosia, the nectar he remembered his mother's pussy had tasted like, even though he knew this couldn't be true.

Cynthia's taste was strange and new, a little sweet a little bitter and somewhat salty. Joseph loved her taste, his fountain of lust found new direction and purpose, the need to please his lover overshadowing his need for fulfillment. It was goddess liquor, liquid heroin for the innocent soul, and he was addicted in seconds. Cynthia directed as he performed. She told Joseph what felt good and what didn't. She stopped talking once he understood and laid all the way back to enjoy the boy's tongue worshiping her sex. Her whole body stiffened and relaxed as she circled closer and closer to orgasm. She began to make little whimpering sounds and jerked his head by the hair away from her pussy as small orgasms began to overwhelm her, before putting her lover's willing mouth back to its mission.

Whenever she came her pussy became even wetter, and after what seemed hours she screamed, one long drawn out body convulsing release.

Thank God we're in the woods, Joseph thought.

Cynthia pulled his hair making him climb over her, once she regained her mind, her raw rasps of spent breath became a steady controlled pace, and she guided his cock into her wet hole helping him along with sweet tender kisses of support to get him into the right rhythm until he was fucking her with slow gentle strokes falling deeper and deeper into the well she provided for him.

His virginity taken, he only lasted a couple of minutes before he blasted his virginal climax into Cynthia's pussy. She kissed him in congratulations, and huffing from exertion that shouldn't have been there but was, he lay down beside her on the blanket, and relished the feeling of a girl playing with his soft cock.

"Did you like it?" she asked, as Joseph stared at the bright full moon overhead.

"It was great."

"What was your favorite part?"

"I don't know. I liked everything."

"Did you like eating me?" she asked, moving her hand down to caress his balls and rub the sperm covering his matted hair into his skin.

"Yes."

"Even the taste?"

"I don't know. I guess it was okay."

"You know you are the first guy to eat me out, Joe," she said, seriously. "That makes you special. You like being special, right?"

"Wow, I didn't think I'd be the first of anything for you."

She laughed letting him go and raised her arms above her head chuckling at his innocence. Her breasts seemed to be bathing in the moonlight their pointed nipples seeking the night's caress. "Oh you sweet innocent boy, I do love the way your open mind works." She giggled again and rolled on her side so she could look at his flushed face and catch any thought that might betray her next question. "Do you want to know a secret, Joe?" she asked. Her voice became softer as if she were whispering nothings in a lover's ear.

"Sure," he gave her an eager smile.

"You're the second guy I've had sex with tonight."

It took him several seconds to figure out what she was getting at. "You mean ..."

Cynthia bit his earlobe and kissed him again, whispering as soft and delicate as an angel, "It means that my pussy was full of his come when you ate me."

Joseph felt ill.

"Does that bother you?" she asked when he didn't respond.

"No!" he lied.

"Good," she said, seeing the lie behind his eyes. "I think we will get along just fine." The cat-stalks-mouse look gleamed in her eyes.

Joseph shivered. "So we're," he didn't understand, "it's like, you're my girlfriend now?"

"No, silly, it means I hope we can do this again, she said distracted now. "You have a nice cock."

She kissed her way down his chest and stomach to suck his stiffening cock back into her mouth. Her throat worked against the shaft, her tongue twisted and lashed like a dragon's tail. Joseph shivered again accepting fate's irony as Cynthia the high school slut began destroying the walls of his pride.

He let his thoughts drift into space and forgotten time, enjoying the sensations as Cynthia brought his cock back to life. When he was hard again she sat up, her ass in his face and squatted over his head lowering her pussy down until she was pressing her fresh fucked cunt to his mouth. Joseph knew that her pussy was full of come, his come. He didn't want to eat her.

"Eat my pussy, Joe." Cynthia demanded, "It's good for you. It'll help me like you." Her siren call bent his will and Joseph could not resist or think of a reason to not fulfill her request.

He pushed his tongue up inside her pussy lips, feeling the slippery texture of come and pussy juice. He breathed in the fragrance of her goddess perfume, and washed his mouth with the river of sex flowing from the valley of her Venus - his milk her honey; it was truly divine. He had no choice but to swallow when the strain to breath felt hot and hollow in his chest. Cynthia stayed on top until his suckling brought her to orgasm. She sucked his cock until he came, taking all the sperm in her mouth.

She swallowed and said, "Now we're even, baby. We've both eaten your come tonight." She laughed, the tinkling sound crawling up Joseph's back until it crystallized in his spine, melded with the spinal fluid it found there, and entered his subconscious through the brain stem to fold its withering memory with the dreams of his mother fucking her large black lover with the massive thick cock. Reality bites!

They dressed. Joseph folded up the blanket and followed Cynthia back to his car. She wanted to know if he would like her to teach him how to become a good lover, promising he would forever know how to please any women. Joseph was still so fired up by the evening's events that he couldn't stop his head from nodding yes over and over as her giddy giggles unmanned him. She laughed with requited joy and kissed him of the cheek.

"I'm serious, Joe, but I need to know if you'll be committed to my needs as well," she said. The cat-eats-mouse grin made her eyes sparkle. "I'll be your teacher on one condition."

"What's that?" he sighed, knowing the edge of the pit of doom was beyond reach and he was spinning down into the depths of an unknown land of mystery and chaos.

"We can only date on nights when I have had sex with another guy. You have to eat my pussy like you did tonight. Then I'll teach you to fuck me like a man, and we'll be happy as peaches in a can." She laughed.

"Can I think about it?" he shuddered.

"Sure," she stopped, scrutinizing him with her cat's eye glare, "just give me your decision after first period tomorrow. I'll be on my way to gym."

Joseph didn't sleep much that night his mind tumbled between remembering flashes of joy and embarrassment and imagining what it would be like to date her again and again. She'd made it clear she didn't want to be his girlfriend which made the decision even harder to make. Her proposition kept him hard all night, his dreams filled with images of his mother and Cynthia entertaining the large black man until they screamed for him to fuck them harder first one and then the other, the images flickering faster and faster until Joseph woke sweating grinding his teeth, a trickle of blood seeping from his lock-jawed mouth his come all over the sheets beneath him from the humping motions he'd unconsciously been having with his bed. Goddamn, I've been fucking my own bed, he thought. But, it felt good and drifting off into silent dreamless sleep he made a decision and decided to trust in fate. The morning sun brought clarity with light and peace but he didn't change his mind.

He wrote her a note in first period, telling her he loved having sex with her, that he would love it if she would be his teacher, and that he accepted her condition.

For the rest of that school year, Cynthia would tell him when and where to pick her up. They went to the lake and made unique love. She loved swimming and Joseph found the clean dark waters a balm for his soul. He was in love with Cynthia, a rapture a man can give to a lovely goddess. His worship fed his heart, filled his mind with love, and consumed his soul with a burning fervent faith.

Their relationship evolved to a point where Cynthia allowed him to be with her in her bedroom. He thought for sure they would be boyfriend and girlfriend by then, but that hope was bleak and his pleas were ignored, leaving him despondent but resigned. He chose to live with the facts life had given him.

Every time they were together Joseph would eat her previous date's come from her creamy filled pussy. She kept it messy and full of come just to make him do it, and though she laughed at him at first her own desires changed and a spark of trust and companionship developed between the lovers despite Cynthia's determination to keep her heart separate from her sexuality.

"My goddess's liquor," he told her one day, and she became more adamant to make his worship become a permanent part of him, asking him to massage her body with oils, paint her fingernails and toenails, and brush her hair. She had him shave his pubic hair, and showed him how to trim or shave clean her delicate bush whenever the mood stuck her. Joseph found it very difficult to be away from her when she left for Christmas vacation, but she took up where they'd left off when she came back dating a different guy every night for two weeks until she was satisfied his love and devotion had not been tainted by the absence.

Cynthia honored her promise and taught Joseph how to please her. She always had a new lesson for him whenever they were together, and found his excitement invigorating. He found peace in the knowledge she possessed and knew in his heart that he was becoming a man, and that the sexual knowledge Cynthia Whitaker was imparting to him would last him a life time. It gave him a great deal of confidence, and the nerd-geek grew into manhood a self-assured and well schooled lover.