The only cum-soaked thing in this story is – HER!

Julie Osborne was one pissed girl. If you’d have looked
at her for the first time you’d have wondered what in
the world this girl had to be pissed about. She was
beautiful, smart, had nice clothes, and lots of
friends. She was a cheerleader – the head cheerleader
in fact – and one of the most popular girls around. She
didn’t have a car, but that was because she didn’t want
one.

She liked to be catered to, which often included making
demands on her parents to take her places and so forth.
She rarely lacked for a ride and had ridden the school
bus only once. The hissy-fit she’d thrown after that
had convinced her father it was worth taking her so he
wouldn’t have to listen to her bitch.

In short she was a rich, beautiful, spoiled, teenaged
bitch.

Beautiful probably wasn’t the right word for her.
“Living wet dream” would be better. Her auburn hair
fell past her shoulders when it wasn’t up in a pony
tail. Her breasts were softball sized, with perky
little nipples that thrust up and out proudly when she
sashayed down the street or hallway. Her hips provided
the rest of the sashay and she knew how to use them.
Her slim abdomen proved that she took her calisthenics
seriously.

She had a good body and she knew it and she was for
sure going to keep it. Her eyes were a luminescent
bright green that caused lots of people to think she
was wearing colored contact lenses. She was tanned
everywhere visible. She wore the tiniest bikini her
father would suffer in public and an even smaller one
in the back yard when she lay out in the sun. No one
but her closest girl friends and family had ever seen
her in that one. Even her brother perked up when she
wore it.

Boys flocked around Julie like starving birds at an
overturned grain truck. More males jerked off
fantasizing about her than spilled their seed looking
at Playboy magazines. Every one of them wanted to be
the one who ended up between her sweet naked thighs one
day.

But that wasn’t likely, because Julie was a virgin and
she intended to stay that way. She had a reputation for
being loose and fast, but that was of her own doing.
With each boy she went out with, she’d let him feel her
breasts, or kiss long passionate kisses, but when she
felt that warm spot growing in her abdomen she knew it
was time to call a halt. What she did then was pure
genius.

She invariably told the boy, whoever he was, that she
wanted to let him, and she might let him, but only if
certain things happened. Her rules were these: First,
if anyone asked the boy how far he’d gotten, he was to
smile and say he couldn’t say. Second, he could pretend
he’d gotten as far as he wanted, but could not actually
say he’d done anything at all. Third, he had to let her
be in control of everything they did.

Of course every guy said “Yes”. Those who broke the
rules never got to take her out again. Those who played
by the rules at the very most got jerked off by her
soft hand, but never seemed to get much further.
Eventually they broke up with her, never knowing why
they hadn’t succeeded where they just knew others had.
So, while no man got to plumb her virgin depths,
everyone thought others had.

Everything went fine until she lost the bet. It had
been a stupid bet in the first place. Her friends had
been tittering one day about a new guy in school and
about how he had such a big bulge. They were making
bets about which girl would get to see it first. Julie
had said it was stupid to even care, but then Tanya,
her primary rival in the ongoing popularity contest
some girls play started needling her.

It ended up as a bet between Tanya and Julie that each
of them would see it first. Then the terms of the bet
had to be decided. It was decided that whichever one
lost would have to ask Morty Blakely out on a date and
get him to come in his underwear. The cum-soaked
underwear themselves were to be the proof. Morty was
the school nerd and everyone knew that his mother still
sewed his name onto all his clothes. One of the other
girls had to be a witness to confirm the win. The bet
was on.

Then, the next day, to everyone’s surprise, Tanya went
right up to him and offered him twenty dollars to show
her his cock. She told him and Cindy Patterson to meet
her in the locker room after school. She gave him the
money, he showed his cock to Tanya and Cindy, and, in
the time honored tradition of Capitalism, the bet was
won.

Tanya had done it just to embarrass her and that’s why
Julie was pissed. Julie had tried to wiggle out of the
deal, saying Tanya had cheated, but the girls held her
to the bet. She had to go out with Mort, jerk him off
and get his cum-soaked skivvies as proof.

She approached him with a decided lack of glee.

“Hey Morton,” she said. He glanced up at her from where
he was sitting in the library. His eyes got a little
wider as he realized who it was addressing him.

“Uh… Hi Julie.” he said. His eyes looked big through
his thick glasses. He had dark hair that was slicked
back over his head. It looked greasy. Her stomach
churned. He had on loose clothing that looked too big
for him, like it was hand-me-downs from an older
brother or something. For some reason she noticed his
fingers, holding the book open. They were long and
slender and very smooth.

“I need a favor, Morton,” she said, standing there,
looking at him. “I don’t have a date Friday night and I
wanted to go to the drive in.”

Morton gulped. She couldn’t mean she wanted to go with
him. He had expected her to ask him to do a term paper
for her, or something like that. He got lots of those.
But he never did them. He was smart and he was that way
because he studied. He wasn’t about to use his smarts
to get other people credit. Especially people who were
rude to him and hurt his feelings. People like Julie.
He came to the conclusion she was playing with him, for
some kind of cruel joke. He wasn’t going to play.

“I’m sure there are lots of guys who would love to take
you to the drive in,” he said. “Why don’t you ask
Brett, or Conway or one of those other jocks?”

Julie couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. It was
almost like he didn’t want to go out with her. What a
loser. But she had to make this happen.

“I’m quite sure you are right,” she said sweetly. But I
decided I wanted you to take me.”

Morton’s eyes narrowed. He looked around, trying to see
who was hiding and watching. He didn’t see anyone.
Julie saw him peering around and looked herself, to see
what he was looking at. When she looked back at him he
was looking at her face. That got her attention for
some reason she couldn’t put her finger on.

“You want me… to take you… to the drive-in Friday
night.” He said it flatly, staring at her face the
whole time. That was it! she thought. He was looking at
her FACE, not where every other guy she’d ever talked
to had looked. They all talked to her breasts. She
wondered why this man wasn’t staring at her breasts.
Maybe he was gay.

“Yes,” she said automatically. Then “Are you gay?” She
hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She blushed. “I didn’t
mean that,” she said. He was staring at her open
mouthed. His mouth shut in a grim line.

“Look, Julie, I’m sure you’re having a lot of fun, but
I have studying to do.” He dropped his gaze back to the
book and ignored her.

She folded her arms under her breasts. What was he
doing? He couldn’t just ignore her! She was the most
popular girl in school! She had just given him the
opportunity that at least fifty boys would cut off
their right arms to get. She was going to actually
touch his pathetic little peter, for pity’s sake! Of
course he didn’t know that. But nobody ever just
ignored her.

Julie stamped her foot in anger. “Look, Morton. I asked
you to take me to the movies. Will you do it or not?”
She glared at him.

Morton looked up at this vision of loveliness. He
noticed those luscious looking breasts as his eyes went
by them, but he very intentionally kept his eyes moving
until they were locked on her eyes. She was pissed off!
He could see it in her eyes. He wondered what was going
on. It had to be a joke, or some kind of cruel game.

“Why do you want me to take you to the movies?” he
asked quietly.

Julie was taken aback. Why did anyone go to the movies?
To see a movie and make out. Everyone knew that. She
had a horrible feeling that he had somehow found out
about the bet. His eyes looked deep, like she could
fall into them. Why was he staring at her face?
“Well… I… uh… um… I just want you to, OK?” she
was flustered. She was so flustered that she added
“Please?”

He looked around again. Still nobody watching them. He
made his decision on impulse. “OK,” he said, and was
immediately sorry he’d done so. He looked back down at
his book.

Julie stood there. She’d gotten past the first hurdle.
Now what. Now he was ignoring her again. Who was this
boy? Why didn’t he react like all the others? “You do
have a car… don’t you?” she said.

He looked back up. “My folks have a van. I can probably
borrow it. That OK?”

She was unnerved by his calmness. She nodded her head
and fled.

That night the phone rang. It was Morton. “What time
and where do you want me to pick you up?” he said. She
wanted to groan. She gave him the information and
dreaded the weekend for the rest of the week.

Promptly at 8:30 Morton knocked on the door of Julie’s
house. He was nervous. He’d never been on a real date
before. He’d never really thought about going out with
a girl.

He didn’t have to.

He had three older sisters and they had all three been
fucking him regularly since he was twelve. It was sort
of a family tradition. His parents believed that
siblings who slept together would form a bond that
would last a lifetime, and that his sisters, if he kept
them happy, would not sleep around with just any guy.
For the most part they had been right.

His eldest sister Lee Anne had just gotten married at
age 23. Ruth, the middle one was 20 and engaged. Both
of them had moved out in the last several years,
leaving only Leticia. Now he and Leticia were the only
ones left. She was insatiable, and he was glad she was
the only one he had to keep happy any more.

He knew it was a weird life, but he was used to it. One
of the things he’d been worried about was that someone
had found out about his family’s habits and told Julie.
And that all this, whatever it was that was going on,
was the result.

When he’d driven up to her address he went on by,
looking all around, trying to find the cars of other
kids he knew must be waiting to play some joke on him.
There was nothing. Finally he’d parked on the street
and gone up. A woman opened the door. “Hello.” she said
with a questioning look.

“Hi. I’m Morton. I have a… date… with Julie.” He
could tell the woman was Julie’s mother. She was very
beautiful herself, with the same hair and body as her
daughter.

“Morton” said the woman, looking at him speculatively.
“Well, Morton, come on in. Julie’s never ready on time.
I must say it’s refreshing to have a boy actually come
to the door to pick her up. Usually they just sit in
the car and honk.”

Morton went in and immediately found himself being
catered to by Julie’s mom. She brought him a drink and
put a plate of cookies on the end table beside him.
Then she sat in a chair to one side and began talking
to him. He was uncomfortable at first. Adults didn’t
usually talk to him much. It was because he was usually
smarter than they were. He had an impossibly high I.Q.
and most people found his intellect intimidating.

But Mrs. Osborne turned out to be one smart lady
herself and in no time they were chatting about a
number of things. He was actually enjoying himself when
Julie walked into the room. “Mom! Morton! I… uh… I
didn’t know you were here.” Morton had stood as soon as
she came into the room. Mrs. Osborne commented “And he
has manners too! Julie, where did you find this
delightful young man?”

Julie shot a look of daggers at her mother, who didn’t
notice because she was still looking at Morton. “Mom,
you’re embarrassing me,” she growled. Her mother turned
a surprised look on her. Julie could sense questions
coming and said hurriedly, “Come on Morton, we have to
go.” She left immediately, leaving her mother and
Morton behind. Mrs. Osborne saw Morton staring
wistfully at her retreating daughter and put her hand
on his arm. She was surprised to find that under the
baggy shirt he was wearing his arm felt thick and
muscular.

“Give her a chance,” she said as he looked at her
surprised. “She’s not really the bitch she just
appeared to be.” Then she smiled at Morton, patted him
on the arm and said, “Have fun.”

Julie was already sitting in the van when he got
outside. It was a camper, really. His dad loved to go
out camping and the van was his concession to
technology while camping. Basically it was a place to
sleep in a dry and warm environment. It didn’t have
much else in the back other than the big wide bed and a
lot of storage compartments. The front had everything
someone on the road might want. There was a GPS unit, a
nice radio/stereo, lots of places to put food and
drink. All the windows had curtains and shades that
could black it out in daylight if needed.

Julie was looking at the bed when he got in. “Don’t get
any ideas Morton,” she growled at him. He glanced at
the bed and then back at her. For the first time he
looked at her as a female of his species. She was good
looking for sure. He didn’t look at women the way other
boys his age did. A woman was an instrument who could
be played, once you knew where her buttons were.

With all three of his sisters he had learned how to
leave them completely limp, almost lifeless after what
they could only term as amazing orgasms. Morton enjoyed
spurting his semen in a woman just as much as the next
guy, but when you had three of them to service you had
to pace yourself. He had therefore studied the female
anatomy and he knew every one of the supposed 97
erogenous zones on the female body. He had seen sex as
a chore for several years until he had learned enough
to get them off easily.

Nowadays the game he played was trying to time his own
orgasm to coincide precisely with his sister’s. He’d
gotten pretty good and was usually able to unleash his
balls and feel his sperm traveling through his penis
just at the same time his sister’s pussy clamped down
on him. Now, looking at Julie, he wondered which places
on her body would leave HER limp. It was obvious she
wasn’t interested, but he wondered.

“Julie?” he said as he started the van and drove off.
“What’s going on?”

She knew his words weren’t a greeting. She tried to
play dumb. “Oh, not much.”

He looked over at her. “Julie, look, I know you don’t
want to go out with me, OK? Any idiot could see that.
So what’s all this really about?”

Julie finally looked at him. He wasn’t whiny, like she
thought he’d be. He didn’t talk with a funny voice,
like she thought he would. Her mother had been deep in
conversation with him, and her mother NEVER talked to
any of the boys she went out with. Her mother referred
to most of the boys she dated as, “Bags of
testosterone.”

He was different than boys she’d been around and she
didn’t quite know how to act. She couldn’t just tell
him she needed his shorts full of cum. He’d dump her
out and then she’d be completely uncool. But if she
tried the usual things she did to get a boy drooling,
somehow she knew they just wouldn’t work. She didn’t
know how she knew, she just knew it.

Things weren’t turning out the way she’d planned. She
thought about what Tanya had done with that new boy.
Hmmmmmmmm.

“Look Morton. I’ll give you fifty dollars if you’ll cum
in your underwear and give them to me.”

Even a genius can be caught off guard. The van did go
off the road and into somebody’s lawn, but he missed
two cars and a garden Gnome. He found himself parked on
the sidewalk and hastily backed into the street. He
drove a block and pulled over. He turned in the seat
and looked at her. She looked upset and nervous.

“You want me to ejaculate into my underwear and then
give them to you. And for this you’ll give me fifty
dollars.” He said it very clearly, so there was no
mistake about what she heard.

“Yes,” she said, looking out the front of the van.
“Will you do it?”

“No.” He put the van in drive and pulled back out.

Julie was in a panic. “A Hundred! I’ll give you a
hundred dollars.”

He kept driving. He turned a corner and then another.
It was obvious he was headed back to her house. Julie
wanted to cry. How had this turned out so badly? Her
life was going to be ruined. Tanya would be the queen
of the school and no one would like her any more. She
HAD to win. “OK, OK, I’ll tell you what happened. But
don’t take me home. Please Morton… I’ll tell you.”

Again he pulled over. She looked at him and felt a
little ashamed. “Look, I promise I’ll tell you. But
could we just go on to the drive in? I mean, forget
what I said. I’m an idiot, OK? Let’s just go and watch
the movie and I’ll tell you what’s going on and then
you can take me home. OK? Please?”

For the second time with this girl Morton went on
impulse. He pulled back out and drove to the drive in.
Neither of them said a word until they were there.
Because he was driving a tall vehicle, the attendant
told him he had to park on the back row. There were
very few vehicles there, but Julie actually felt
relieved that they wouldn’t be surrounded by cars.

She looked at him. He was waiting patiently. “Look, I
promised and I will. Let me go get us something to
snack on. I’ll buy. This is all my fault.” She got out
and walked toward the concession stand. Morton assumed
she’d hook up with a friend and he’d never see her
again until they all laughed at him in school. He
almost started the van and drove off, just to show her
he wasn’t playing.

At the concession stand Julie saw her friends. They
huddled all around her wanting to know who she was
there with and so on. The usual stuff. She knew if she
didn’t tell them they’d be curious and follow her back
to the van. She didn’t want that. “I’ve got Morton out
there and I’m about to settle the bet.” The girls all
squealed and Julie told them to keep it down.

“He’s going to be a tough nut to crack. He’s so shy he
won’t even talk to me or look at me. I don’t want to
scare him off, so don’t come around and bother us. I
think he’s already suspicious. It may take a couple of
dates to do this without making him so mad he won’t
ever do another paper for us.” She was proud of herself
for delaying the inevitable, and the girls bought it.
She also reminded them not to tell Tanya because Tanya
would try to screw it up. They agreed. She sighed with
relief, got popcorn and soda and went back to the van.

When he saw her coming with the food balanced
precariously in her arms Morton peered carefully at
her. He was trying to be sure it really was her and not
some jock trying to sneak up on him – part of the big
joke he was still sure was going on. But it really was
her. She got in and handed him some popcorn and a
drink. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got
Coke.” she said. The previews came on the screen.

He gave her ten minutes. “Look, Julie, I know this is
some kind of joke or something. So why are we dragging
it out. Call in whoever is going to throw water on me,
or steal my pants or whatever it is and let’s get it
over with. I could be reading a good book right now.”

Julie was startled. He really was pretty smart. It hurt
her feelings a little bit that he thought she’d play
that kind of joke on him. She wasn’t mean like that.
And the thought that he’d rather be reading a BOOK than
be out with her was enough to start her blood
simmering. Still, the only hope she had was that after
telling him the real deal he’d either have pity on her,
or need the money enough to do it. So, she took a deep
breath and told him the truth.

It was quiet for a while when she finished. Finally he
spoke. “So she gave the guy 20 bucks to see his penis
so she could win the bet and put you down, and now you
figure I’ll do what you want for a hundred so you can
put her down. Is that about it?”

Well, when you put it that way, it didn’t sound very
nice, she thought. “Well, I supposed that’s technically
correct,” she said. “But I didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s
feelings. It’s just that all the girls will like her
better than me if I don’t.”

“And these are the people whose friendship you crave.”
It wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement.
“These people will abandon you if you can’t manage to
come up with a pair of my stained jockey’s.” Why did he
have to put it like that? “You people are so sad,” he
finished. She wanted to be mad, but, for some reason
couldn’t.

It was quiet for a while longer. “I’ll make you a
deal,” he said.

Her hopes were revived. “What kind of deal?” she said
hesitantly.

“You answer my questions truthfully, then you do what I
tell you to do, and I’ll do it for free.”

She was immediately suspicious. “OK to the questions,
but I’m not going to promise to do just anything you
tell me to. There are some things I won’t do.”

“Well thank goodness for that. Maybe you aren’t a total
loss after all,” he said grimly.

She was incensed. Who did he think he was to talk to
her that way? But he said he’d do it. She was saved!
“OK, what are the questions?”

“Are you a virgin?” he said with a straight face.

“Are you out of your mind?” she screeched, “That’s none
of your business. I’m not…”

“You promised to answer my questions,” he said simply.

“Shit” she said disgustedly. “Look, all this is between
us, right? I mean what we say in this van goes no
further. It has to be that way or you can take me home
right now and I’ll figure something else out. What are
you, some kind of pervert?”

“Yeah, sure, I’m the kind of pervert who tries to pay a
hundred dollars for some cum-stained underwear. You’re
in good company.”

She shut her mouth. Damn him. “Will this stay between
us?”

“It will,” he said simply.

“OK, yes. I’ve never had sex.” She whispered it.

“Thank you” he said. “Why, if you’ve never had sex, do
you allow all those boys to claim they’ve been in your
panties?”

That surprised her. She’d expected him to demand that
she take said panties off or something. “Well, if you
have the reputation, boys will do… almost anything to
get a chance to… you know. I mean if everybody knows
you’re a virgin and that you don’t… you know… then
nobody would ever ask you out.”

He was shaking his head. “You people are soooo sad. OK.
I understand that. Now, do you masturbate?”

“SHIT!” she moaned. “Please don’t make me answer that
question. Why do you want to know all this anyway?”

“Call me a student of humanity,” he said. “I’m curious
about what makes people like you tick. I’m also
deciding what I’m going to ask you to do in exchange
for my ‘cum soaked jockeys'” he said.

“Look, buster, like I said. I AM a virgin, and I’m
going to STAY a virgin. And while I may masturbate, no
boy has ever seen me do it, and neither will you, so if
that’s what you have in mind, forget it.”

“Tell me how you masturbate,” he said. She took a big
breath and he went on “I know, I know, I must be some
kind of pervert. Look, trust me on this, OK? I’m not a
pervert and there really is a good reason for me asking
you. I’m thinking about doing something nice for you.
Just answer the question.”

Now she was quiet for a while. Then she said, “OK, I’ll
tell you, but answer me this first. Do you have a hard-
on right now?”

“No.”

She reached over and put her hand on his lap. She felt
around and squeezed his obviously flaccid penis.

“Are you gay?”

“No.”

“If you aren’t gay, why don’t you have a boner right
now? Every guy I’ve ever known who even thought about
female masturbation got hard as a rock.”

“I don’t have a ‘boner’ right now because you aren’t
acting sexy in any way, shape or form. Right now the
chick on the screen is more sexy than you are.” He
didn’t say it like he was trying to hurt her feelings.
He just sounded like he was answering her question.

My, but he was a strange one.

So she took a breath and described how she rubbed
herself when she was alone in her room and was horny.
She was describing how she put her fingers on her pussy
when he interrupted. “Do you use one, two, three or all
four fingers? Are they loose or stiff?” She was so
surprised that he’d ask something that specific she
just blurted out the answer “I use all four and they’re
stiff.”

“Do you ever put anything inside you?”

This was weird, but it was also just a little exciting
now. Here she was describing to a complete stranger and
a boy at that, how she did some very intimate things.
Yet he wasn’t slobbering all over her, or rubbing his
cock or anything like that. He sounded genuinely
interested, which was the strangest thing of all.
“Sometimes, yes. I have a… hair brush that has a nice
smooth handle on it…” she stopped. She was blushing!
“This is so embarrassing,” she said.

“You’re doing fine. Don’t get embarrassed. We’re just
talking about biological processes. Think of it as a
medical procedure that’s used to get the body to do a
specific response.” She thought that was a very odd way
of thinking about it.

He asked her all sorts of other odd questions, like
where she tingled when a boy touched her, and what
tickled, and what kind of perfume she liked the best.
He asked her what her favorite foods were. He asked her
if she played with her breasts when she masturbated and
what parts of her body boys had actually seen or
touched. He asked her if she’d ever had a full body
massage. She didn’t even know how to answer that one.
Finally he seemed to be out of questions. Now what
would he do?

Finally he spoke, “OK, here’s what I want you to do.
First, I want to give you a full body massage. That
will be tonight.” He could sense her unease. “I won’t
touch you anywhere that you would call sexual. I won’t
touch your breasts or between your legs. However you’ll
have to be only in panties, so I don’t have to deal
with clothing being in the way. I will stay completely
clothed. That’s tonight. Then I want you to go out with
me again. If, after that date, you are unhappy with
anything that happens tonight or on that date, I’ll
give you your ‘cum soaked skivvies’ and we’ll be done.”

Julie thought long and hard. No boy had ever seen her
in only her panties. Of course they covered more than
her bikini did, but that wasn’t the point. “You won’t
touch me anywhere I tell you not to?” she said.

“Right,” he said flatly.

She told him to wait in the front while she went to the
back and got undressed. It was dark enough she knew he
couldn’t see her back there. She shivered and heard him
turn on some kind of fan. She felt warm air flow over
her. She stretched out on the bed, face down. She was
very nervous. “OK,” she said tightly.

He came into the back and rummaged in a storage box. He
came up with something in his hand. “This is some oil
that will let my hands slide on your skin,” he said.
She expected him to start on her back, but the first
thing he touched was her foot. He picked it up and
began pressing and twisting it around. His hands were
firm and warm.

No one had ever done this to her feet.

It felt marvelous.

Everything he did felt marvelous.

She couldn’t believe how wonderful she felt with his
long fingered hands moving across her body. She was an
athlete, and was well muscled under her smooth skin. He
found all those muscles and pressed into them, causing
what at first felt like pain, but then turned into
sweet release as each muscle relaxed. At one point his
hands were between her legs, working her inner thighs.
He was within an inch of her pussy, but he never
brushed it or touched it in any way.

Even there his hands felt wonderful and she wasn’t
worried about them at all. By the time he’d gotten to
her neck and scalp she was limp all over. Her body
jiggled loosely as he manipulated it. He spoke softly
for her to turn over and she did so automatically, not
even thinking she was exposing herself in a way no boy
had ever seen. Of course it was dark in the van, but
she knew the light coming through the windshield was
enough that he could see her.

For some reason that didn’t bother her.

He started at her feet again, stretching each toe,
rubbing between them, rotating her ankles. When he
worked the front of her thighs he hit muscles she used
all the time in her cheerleading routines. She groaned
as he prodded and poked and suddenly she felt that warm
ball in the pit of her stomach. The one that scared
her. The one that meant she was going to have to
masturbate when she got home. She was amazed that she
could feel that way with Morton, but then she thought
“No boy has ever made me feel this good before.”

Always before, when she felt that warning sensation she
called everything to a halt. But this time she didn’t.
What he was doing felt too good. And besides, he hadn’t
touched her in a sexual way at all.

She let him continue.

He finished his deep probing, deftly skipping around
her breasts, though he was able somehow to work on the
muscles that supported them high on her chest. She’d
never felt anything that good in her life and part of
her wished his hands would have worked their magic on
her breasts too. Other boys had touched her there, but
she knew his hands would be better – much better.

Now his touch lightened and his fingers caressed. One
finger traced a line from her neck across her collar
bone, down beside her breast, to her waist and then
made an intricate pattern on her abdomen. She felt her
pussy beginning to get damp. She couldn’t believe this
was happening to her. She hadn’t been this excited
since the very first time a boy had exposed his penis
to her. Then he did the other side of her body. Now she
wanted him to use those fingers on her breasts.
“Morton?” she said softly

“Yeah?” he said quietly.

“You can touch my breasts… if you want to.”

He smiled in the dark.

He continued his light touch, going over her legs and
the bottom of her feet. He unbound her pony tail and
massaged her scalp and face as she oooooed and ahhhhed.
Finally his fingers approached her breasts. She held
her breath, anticipating the pleasure.

“Breathe” he said, and she let it out just as his
fingers began to cover the place she wanted him to
touch. They traced circles around her nipples until she
squirmed.

“Don’t tense up,” he murmured, and she relaxed again.
He pressed his oil-covered palms over her nipples and
worked the flesh firmly, rotating the underlying tissue
and stretching the muscles that connected. She sighed
and lay limp. Then the feather touch again and his
fingers actually reached her small up thrust nipples.

He strummed them, then pinched them lightly, all the
time running his fingertips around and over her mounds.
She was on cloud nine. The ball of heat in her groin
was getting bigger – hotter. Her pussy was actually wet
now. She knew it. He was touching her in ways she
hadn’t imagined anyone could touch her.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Would you
like to have an orgasm now?”

YES! she thought. A small nagging thought crossed her
mind. She couldn’t let him touch her there. But it
would feel so good to let go and feel it. And she was
so close already. “Yesss,” she hissed. “But…”

He was still right by her ear. “Don’t worry,” he
whispered and she shivered at the feel of his hot
breath in her ear. “I promised.” Then he stuck his
tongue out and licked her throat under her ear at the
same time he pinched her nipples hard. His tongue
flitted to her ear lobe and neck in several places as
his fingers pulled her nipples away from her body and
then let them snap back.

Her back arched with that pull and she felt the dam
break in her loins as the sweet pain in her nipples
streaked to her pussy and back again. Now the only
thing he was touching was her throat, with his tongue,
and the explosion in her pussy waned, leaving her
feeling sated, satisfied, limp, relaxed. He leaned over
and kissed her gently, lightly on the lips, and sat
back.

Julie breathed deeply and turned her head to look at
him. Morton sat there quietly, beside her. She lifted
her hand and put it in his lap, feeling. He was erect.
Very erect.

“Thank goodness,” she sighed. Suddenly he was laughing.

They talked in the dark, and somehow she didn’t feel
naked, though she very nearly was. They had shared
something more intimate than anything she had ever
done, but she didn’t feel threatened or nervous at all.
They talked about little things, school, what they
wanted to do after school, nothing in particular. She
realized the movie was over and people were leaving.
She couldn’t believe so much time had passed. His
massage had lasted over an hour.

And he hadn’t tried anything. Even though he’d gotten
very hard. She couldn’t get over how different he was
from the other boys. He went back to the front while
she got dressed.

“Thank you,” she said as she sat back down in the
passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe that happened. I’ve
never done anything like that in my life.”

“It was my pleasure,” he said. “You have good muscles.”

Now it was she who laughed. She’d been almost
completely naked, let him touch her and all he could
say was that she had good muscles.

He stopped in front of her house and got out to walk
her up to the door. “So…” he said.

“Next week?” she said simply. He smiled and nodded. She
felt that heat in the pit of her stomach again, and on
impulse kissed him on the lips. “I had a great time”
she said.

And she meant it.

The next week was at once agonizingly slow in passing
and so quickly gone she almost wasn’t prepared mentally
for their next date. She had gone up to her room and
masturbated TWICE after he left. She couldn’t get over
the feel of his fingers on her body, his tongue on her
neck. She knew she’d let him touch her again, and she
couldn’t wait for it to happen. She started to worry,
but remembered he’d done only what she’d asked him to
do, and nothing more.

She blew her friends off, saying she had another date
with him, and that she was going to succeed. Tanya
smirked.

On Monday a strange thing had happened. A girl whose
name she knew was Leticia came up to her. Leticia was a
quiet girl who stayed in the background, and Julie had
never talked to her before. Leticia stopped in front of
Julie and said, “You went out with my brother Friday
night.”

Julie’s mouth opened. This was Morton’s sister? “Yeah,
I guess I did,” she said.

Leticia smiled and said “Thanks. I haven’t seen him
like that in years. You going out with him again?”

Julie wondered what in the world the girl was talking
about. “Yeah, we have another date planned.”

Leticia smiled again and just said “Goody.” Then she
left. What a strange girl, Julie thought. Of course she
saw Morton during the week. He’d gotten a haircut and
his hair looked fluffier, cleaner. He didn’t rush up to
her and posture in front of everyone when he saw her.
He just smiled and nodded his head. She felt that ball
of warmth in the pit of her stomach again, just from
seeing him. She couldn’t wait for Friday night.

Mrs. Osborne noticed the change in her daughter too.
Saturday Julie had been up early, was bright and
cheerful, and didn’t snarl at either of her parents all
morning. When she asked Julie how her date with “that
nice boy” went Julie didn’t scowl or avoid the
question. She looked blank and said “He is nice, isn’t
he?” Then she said “I had a great time.” Mrs. Osborne
looked at her husband, whose eyebrows were raised. She
shrugged and said “Maybe we could have him over for
dinner some night?” Normally that was the kiss of
death, and a boy thus invited was never seen or heard
of again. Julie was humming and just said “Yeah, that’d
be cool.”

As soon as she could get away Marge Osborne went to her
daughter’s laundry hamper and fished out the panties
closest to the top. They smelled like turned on
daughter, but there was no evidence of sperm in them.
She’d have to keep an eye on this young man. She’d also
have to talk to her husband and see if Doc Wilson would
be willing to prescribe the pill for Julie. She’d never
seen Julie acting like this about a boy.

This Friday night, when Morton showed up to collect
Julie, both her mother AND father answered the door. He
was invited in and recognized he was being grilled and
evaluated. Julie either said something or acted
different after their previous date. But he engaged the
adults and enjoyed talking to them. He was telling them
about the bluegrass concert he and Julie were going to
that night, and how the banjo player was considered to
be the third fastest player on earth when Julie came
down. She smiled and said “Hi Daddy, Hi Mom. Hi Morton,
ready to go?” She took Morton’s hand and led him out
the door.

Her father had a grim look on his face as they left.
“Call Doc Wilson first thing Monday.”

As they drove toward the town the concert was in Julie
said “Morton, can I ask you some questions tonight?”

“Sure,” he said.

“Do you like me?” she said.

It wasn’t a question he’d expected her to ask. “Yes, I
think I do. At first I thought you were a spoiled
rich… But I think there’s hope for you after all.”

She grinned at him. “I am a spoiled bitch. But try not
to flatter me so much. I might think you were trying to
get into my panties.”

They rode for a while. “How come you got a hard-on…
last time, but you didn’t try anything with me?”

He thought about it. He’d guessed right about her
primary erogenous zones. He’d been trying to win a
victory, but her response had been so genuine and
trusting that he’d ended up having a lot of fun. He’d
originally planned on leaving her frustrated, but then
had wanted to see what kind of orgasm she’d have. He’d
gotten pretty fired up himself. He knew if he actually
fucked her she’d go absolutely crazy.

“I promised you I wouldn’t touch you sexually. I broke
that promise, but only after you said I could. I didn’t
think you were asking for anything more than what I
gave you. If you’re asking whether or not I thought
about it, well, I think you found out about that
afterward.”

She waited a while for the next question. “What kinds
of things are you going to make me do tonight?”

“I’m not going to MAKE you do anything, tonight or
ever. I like making you feel good, and I’d like to do
that tonight. Whatever that turns out to be will make
me feel good too.”

She said very quietly, “Are you going to touch me…
anywhere else?”

He felt his prick begin to fill. He knew that tone.
“Only if you want me to.”

Even more quietly, “I think I might want you to.”

They rode on in silence. Then she said, “Um… when…
when we um… well I mean when it’s time to get… what
I need for the… bet… can I… help?”

“I think I’d like that a lot,” he said.

“Do we have to go to the concert?”

“I promised your parents I’d bring them a CD of the
group.”

So they went to the concert, talked the door man into
letting them buy a CD and then left. He drove to a
State lake nearby, to a campground where the camper fit
in. Julie was breathing hard as she climbed into the
back.

“Do you want another massage?” Morton asked her.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “I think I just want you
to… touch me.”

He lit a scented candle. “You want another orgasm?” he
said softly.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Take your clothes off,” he said.

This time she took everything off. She lay down on the
bed, on her side, watching as he too began to disrobe.
He was waiting for her to tell him to stop, but she
never did. The last thing he removed was his underwear.
He was hard. She gasped as it was bared to her. She
looked at it like a bird looks at a snake.

She managed to speak, “No, you’re definitely not gay.”

This time he used his lips instead of his fingers. She
was his almost immediately as she submitted to his
expertise. As his lips grazed across the pattern he
made on her abdomen he saw her legs begin to part all
by themselves. He could smell her arousal.

Julie knew he was going to go lower. She knew she
shouldn’t let him, but she knew she would. In fact she
couldn’t wait for him to get there. Her legs opened all
by themselves. As he moved around to climb onto the bed
her knees bent, coming up toward her head, and then
they fell apart as she opened herself completely to
him. He leaned down and feasted. Her world exploded
into bright sparks.

This was going faster than he wanted it to. He hadn’t
planned on doing anything other than give her another
orgasm tonight. But his own need was pulsing in his
prick. He hadn’t felt like this in years. She was
everything he’d ever wanted and had never had. After
their last date he’d fucked Leticia three times that
night. Now he knew he’d fuck Julie too. Part of him
didn’t want to, but he knew if he didn’t stop now he’d
fill her with his seed. He didn’t want to break his
promise. He went to work on her pussy with his lips,
tongue and teeth. She had a large clit and he knew he
could suck the whole thing into his mouth.

Julie hadn’t known what to expect. No one had ever
touched her down there. This was completely new. When
his mouth descended on her pussy she thought she’d just
die. She came immediately, and before that one was over
another one was flooding into her veins. Her blood was
on fire. She grabbed his head and pulled it into her
frantically as her knees came up even further. Now her
heels were off the bed and she was arching her back.
Then her heels slammed down onto the bed and her pussy
thrust up, opening, trying to push against his mouth.

She was sobbing with relief and joy, calling his name
over and over. She felt his mouth work its way up
through her pubic hair and onto her abdomen, which was
still cramping from the last orgasm. His lips worked
their way to her breasts and onto her nipples. No boy
had sucked them before. As his mouth captured one the
electricity it generated shot to her pussy. She felt
something there, at her opening. Her hand flailed,
grasping. It was his penis, long and hard, a spear that
would tear her, rip her, fill her.

She had to have it.

She pulled on it, pulling it toward her gaping vulva.
He raised his head. “Julie?” he said warningly.

“Ohh please,” she groaned. “Please Morton. I’ll just
die. I’m on fire!”

“Julie, listen to me. I don’t have a rubber.”

“Ohhhh I don’t care, Pleeease, I can’t stand it.”

And now she had it there, rubbing her clit frantically
with the head, swabbing her opening.

“Pleeeaaaase,” she whispered and thrust up at it as he
drove down.

She had no hymen. It was long gone to tampons. She was
wet, slick. There was no impediment to the passage of
his long hard cock. In one slow, smooth stroke he was
sheathed in her belly completely, his pubes meshing
with hers. No further motion was needed. She was
gloriously full of hard cock, her clit mashed between
them, her emptiness filled. She trip hammered her pussy
up against him as continuous orgasms shuddered through
her body.

Her unused pussy muscles spasmed and began to grip the
invader. They strained against each other as she wailed
her joy. He tried to hold it in. He didn’t want to
knock her up, didn’t know if she was fertile at the
moment or not. But her obvious joy, her urgent need and
her gift to him was too much. His prick swelled and
then belched a long rope of sperm-laced semen into her
womb.

He grunted as his cock followed up with four more thick
ribbons of his thick seed, flushing her belly with the
life-giving fluid. As he sagged on her he hoped he
hadn’t just done something to hurt her.

Finally her gasping calmed under his weight. Her arms
were around him, holding him close. She was kissing his
hair. He raised his head to look at her face. The
candle light glinted green from her eyes.

“Again!” she panted.

He was glad now that Leticia was insatiable. It was
only because of what he’d had to learn to satisfy her
that he was able to perform for Julie. She demanded
more, and this time, because his own need wasn’t so
urgent, he was able to pay attention to her whole body.
He was amazed at how much it took, but he was finally
able to fuck her senseless.

Julie moaned as she swam toward consciousness. She felt
suffused with a hot glow of satisfaction. As she became
more and more aware she felt different parts of her
body in ways she’d never felt them before. She felt a
satisfied ache in her pussy, and a heavier wet heat
that she knew was his ejaculate inside her.

Rather than feel horrified that he had come in her, she
wished the feeling would never go away. Even her
breasts felt good, like the sun was shining on them.
His weight was gone. She felt the heat and pressure of
his body beside her. She opened her eyes and turned her
head to see him gazing at her. He was on his side, his
now flaccid penis resting on her thigh. She smiled at
him.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“I’m not,” she said back.

“I mean about the underwear,” he said. “I didn’t save
anything to put on the underwear.”

She smiled contentedly, “And if I have my way you never
will.”