This is a work of fantasy and, as such, is fictional. It is meant for ADULTS ONLY. Any resemblance to characters real or imagined is purely coincidental. This work contains graphic descriptions of sex, including, but not limited to, consensual sex with a minor. If you are offended by descriptions of the act of how we are all conceived, or believe that any sex with a minor must, by definition, be a coerced, forced or unpleasant encounter, do yourself and myself a favor and stop reading right now. If neither of these offend you, I will not spill any more of the beans, and you'll just have to read the story for yourself. I hope you enjoy it. Honestly, it's the longest thing I've ever written in my life, my first erotic fiction and (possibly) my magnum opus. Story by Lolileah (MF, solo, cons, interr, anal, oral, preg, 1st) 

 
 
 
 My Distant Next-Door Neighbor
 
 
 Stories about girls who live next door are certainly nothing new. There 
are stories about your childhood friend who lived next door or a lonely 
widow or wife who feels some pressing need to bang the guy next door. It 
seems every guy has one, whether it’s about him, someone he knows, or 
perhaps a story picked up at the local pub. Let me begin mine.

There really isn’t anything remarkable about me. I’m currently a 22-year-
old white male, with brown hair, blue eyes and a height just shy of 6’. I go 
to a private university, though it isn’t like I need to. My parents are wealthy 
enough that they pretty much provide everything I need. I’m also intelligent 
and most subjects I can pick up with ease. I go to school for my own selfish 
reasons. Chicks seem to dig a guy with an M.B.A., even if most of those 
guys have their head so far up their ass they probably make themselves gag.

Every college student has their own ways they like to use their free time. 
Seeing as my studies came naturally to me, I really didn’t spend much time 
having to actually study and so the problem then became what to do when 
bored. The Internet is a source of endless entertainment, be it games, jokes, 
stories, porn, movies or any of a number of ways to waste time. Therefore, I 
joined a massive multiplayer online role-playing game and of course got an 
instant messenger program to chat with my friends and save telephone 
minutes.

One day as I was killing a few hours of time between classes playing 
games, I struck up a conversation with another player character in the area. 
We had a grand time laughing it up, making jokes, abusing some of the 
moderators and generally just making time pass quickly.
 Most of the time my conversations in the game are like one-night stands: 
fun while they last, but in the morning after they’ve left, you quickly forget 
about them. This works out fine with me because, at my level in the game, 
adding people to a friends list is a risky business. If they talk to you again 
later and you respond, they seem to think they can get away with begging for 
money or items and that seriously pisses me off. Usually the safest bet is just 
to ignore them.

This is where this chat was different. Before I logged off, instead of the 
usual ‘See you later’ or ‘Bye’ (from my experience usually a bad sign), it 
was a ‘I had a really great time. I look forward to talking with you again.’ I 
made a note of the character’s name without adding to my friends list just to 
hedge my bets a little.

The next day when I logged on, I got a message saying ‘I don’t know if 
you remember me from last night, but I really enjoyed myself and I was 
hoping you might want to talk again. Most of the other people on here are 
bores.’ I quickly sent a message back saying that I did remember and that 
chatting would be fine as I had had fun the night before as well.

Now the game I play has censors, supposedly to help keep the children 
from developing foul mouths, though ironically they are the ones with the 
worst potty mouths of the community. The next message said, ‘Would you 
like to join me on AOL Instant Messenger? It’s such a pain having to watch 
what we say and there’s no chance of me sending messages to the wrong 
people that way.’ Since I use this method to chat with my other friends too if 
they’re online, I raised no objection. Besides, the AOL address that I use for 
instant messaging I have set up to be a trash and junk mail bin anyway. It 
wouldn’t matter if whoever it was sent me weird files.

I added the address I was given in AOL and a few minutes later got the 
chat invitation dialog box, accepted and our conversation began.

“Hi”, I said.

‘Hello’, came the response.

“A/S/L”, I asked.

‘I’m a 14-year old female and I live in Ohio. What about you?’

I figured I should be honest straight off, because if she found out later my 
age and we’d had some mature conversations, I really didn’t feel like having 
my ass torn apart in county jail over it. Most people lie with grains of truth 
mixed in sometimes. I figured no matter what, she’d think I was lying too so 
the truth couldn’t hurt. I wanted no misunderstanding later on, no thoughts 
that I’d only gotten friendly so we could meet and she’d be tomorrow’s 
headline news.

“I’m a 19-year-old male student who lives in Hawaii.”

‘Really? You live in Hawaii? That must be so cool. I thought you 
sounded more mature when we talked last night. Not like most of the other 
nerds and geeks and losers that usually play. They always act so shocked if 
I tell them I’m a girl, like girls shouldn’t play games or something. So you 
must be in college or something, right?’

“Yep, I’m studying at the University of Hawaii. I’m taking business, 
focusing on international business and also taking Japanese. They’re 
important business partners to the U.S. after all.”

‘That sounds pretty cool. Are you in it for the money, or are you just 
doing it to get in girls’ pants, like maybe those Japanese girls’ panties?’

I had to admit this girl was sharp. Being that I didn’t really need the 
money, I had decided on Japanese to do something along those lines. Some 
of those girls I felt sure could turn a queer guy straight.

“Hmm, maybe a little of both although I’m not particularly prejudiced or 
anything. I appreciate beauty in whomever I find it in, no matter the 
nationality. To be perfectly honest though, I really don’t think I’ve found 
any black girls attractive though.”

‘Oh. I wonder if I’d meet your standards of beauty. I’m just a boring 
American girl with red hair, brown eyes and a few inches above 5’. I’d send 
a picture, but I just met you and although you seem like a nice guy, you 
can’t be too careful these days.’

“And I’m a boring American guy with brown hair and blue eyes, a few 
inches short of 6’.”

‘You seem normal enough to me at least.’

“I’ll take that as a compliment, I think.”

‘Ha ha, so do you have a girlfriend Mr. University of Hawaii, Japanese 
girl-loving businessman guy?’

“No, not right now. And you’re welcome to call me by my first name, 
Aaron.”

‘Poor Aaron, with no girlfriend. I don’t see why a guy like you can’t get 
one. I’d have thought those Japanese girls would be throwing themselves at 
you, or at least maybe their panties. By the way, my name’s Jennifer. At 
least, that’s what my mom named me. My good friends call me Ginny. I 
like it with the ‘G’ in it and Jennifer sounds so boring.’

“You aren’t helping matters by saying I have no girlfriend. Although it’s 
a pleasure to meet you anyway.”

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I like to tease sometimes you know. 
Maybe I should help you find a girlfriend or something. I’m a girl after all, 
or would you just rather I be your girlfriend?’

“Umm, wouldn’t me being your boyfriend be illegal or something?”

‘Humph, you aren’t a law student obviously. The laws of most states say 
that you cannot have sex with a minor, make inappropriate advances, show 
them pornography and things like that. How is it that I as a 14-year old 
know more about statutory rape laws than a 19-year old international 
business student? I would have thought you’d need to be taught at least 
some law in order not to get carted off in the countries you do business in.’

“Well social law and laws governing business are different you know. A 
smart girl like you should have figured that out.”

‘Now who’s being mean here? And most people break at least some 
laws. How many people do you know who break the speed limit? I mean, 
practically everyone does, right?’

“You sure are the inquisitive one. Yes, most people break traffic laws to 
some extent, but that’s because a lot of the cops are lenient and the 
punishment for getting caught, while inconvenient, won’t wreck your life. 
Statutory rape accusations, or any rape accusations for that matter, even if 
proved false can wreck your life. People will always wonder if you really 
did do it. They stop trusting you, turn you into a bit of an outcast. On the 
other hand, if you’re convicted, depending on the seriousness of the crime, 
it’s 20 years to life and maybe even the death penalty. So basically you 
can’t be too careful.”

‘Wow. This really did become such a serious talk. I was hoping to have 
some fun. I have schoolwork to do, Aaron. Talk to you again soon. Maybe 
next time we can have a more light-hearted discussion.’

“Goodbye Ginny.”

After that, I figured I’d hit the hay. There didn’t seem anything better to 
do. It wasn’t like I really needed to do any homework after all and it was 
too late to do anything around town.

The next day progressed rather normally. I had classes as usual, went for 
a jog on the beach and flirted a little with this Japanese nursing student 
who’d fallen once in front of me and flashed her panties to everyone nearby.

I had no homework once again. I’d started the habit of marking down the 
assignments from the syllabus into each corresponding chapter of the book, 
and doing my work in class. It felt more productive than listening to the 
teacher drone on and on and helped me to learn in a way better fitted to my 
style.

When I plugged in my laptop and got connected, an invite from Ginny 
almost instantly popped up, as if she anticipated my arrival.

‘Hello again, handsome.’

“Well, hello to you too. And how can you be so sure I’m handsome?”

‘You should be thankful. I’m giving you the benefit of a doubt. Work 
with me here. Besides, I don’t really mean it in that sort of way. Right now 
you’re more like a friend, or maybe a big brother or something.’

“You just said ‘right now’ as if you were implying things might change 
in the future.”

‘I see. So the monkey can learn.’

“You’re being mean again.”

‘You mean you’re not a masochist? You don’t want to address me as 
‘My Queen’?’

“Girls. I’ll never understand them. I might be able to converse with 
them but they’ll always be a mystery. How could you possibly come up 
with a hare-brained question like that?”

‘I told you I’m a tease. Maybe it’s just my nature or maybe it’s a coping 
mechanism.’

“You know, for being 14 you sure do talk and type like you’re older.”

‘Well, thanks. I guess I’ve been forced to become more grownup than 
the rest of the people I know. My breasts started growing before everyone 
else’s, guys have already made inappropriate remarks and attempts before, 
so I’ve had to move schools several times, losing the ability to speak with 
my friends as easily. My mom does the best she can, but it’s hard as a single 
mother. She does want what’s best for me and she tries to protect me, but 
she can’t keep going it alone forever. I think it will kill her one day. She’s 
always working so hard. She doesn’t have time to have a boyfriend. Who 
knows when the last time she got laid was.’

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

‘No. She never gets to have fun and I really think she should lighten up. 
It’s making her grouchy and hard to get along with. I think sometimes she 
takes her frustration at her boss out on me.’

“You could offer to help her somehow, maybe treat her or something. I 
mean she probably wouldn’t really expect it. It would probably make her 
day and show her how much she’s appreciated. Maybe a massage or 
something for the two of you, or a weekend at the spa would be a good idea. 
It could release some of the stress, and maybe you two could have a bit of 
fun together as mother and daughter, or maybe as just two girls. Couldn’t 
hurt, right?

‘No, I don’t suppose it would. I might have enough in savings or from 
birthday gifts and such to do that. I’ve never been to the spa myself. You 
really underestimate how much you understand girls. I bet there’s a 
Japanese girl right now madly in love with you, or maybe you’re doing her 
right now as we speak and she’s helping you with my problems. Too bad 
I’m not a bit older. You’d probably not want to get too involved with me 
since I’m 14.’

“Flattery is a new tack for you. Like I said the other day, I don’t 
currently have a girlfriend, Japanese or otherwise.”

‘That really is a shame. It seems like a waste of such nice genes.’
I had the odd feeling that she really did deeply regret that I didn’t have a girlfriend and that she wasn’t old enough to draw my fancy. The kernel of truth in what was likely a web of lies. 

“I do hope you and your mom can have some relaxation or something. 
You can’t hope to be all work and no play forever. As they say, ‘all work 
and no play makes Jack a dull boy.’”

‘Yeah, thanks big brother. I think I’ll see if I can’t arrange something 
before she comes home from work to surprise her. •Hugs• Bye for now.’

It was still around 2 p.m. in Hawaii, so I figured I’d see if I couldn’t get 
that Japanese nursing student to give me a rigorous physical examination, 
that might just include a blood pressure test, if I felt up to it.

I found her studying anatomy and physiology in the library. She looked 
surprised to find me there since I rarely ever needed to visit. On the other 
hand, she didn’t seem to mind the interruption.

“Hello, I wondered if you might be up here. I had a few questions I 
wondered if you might help me with”, I said in Japanese.

She looked absolutely stunned. Every time we’d flirted before had been 
in English.

‘You speak Japanese really well for a foreigner. Did you just want to 
learn it so you wouldn’t have to wait for the English versions of anime and 
games, or did you learn it for business reasons? Or maybe, just maybe, this 
was what you were looking for?’

At this point, she pressed her lips against mine briefly.

Looking a bit flustered I’m sure, I answered. “Maybe I was looking for a 
combination of them all.”

‘Bingo. That’s a good answer. Those questions you had wouldn’t be 
about anything I’m studying now would they?’

“Well, maybe a bit on anatomy.”

‘My, you are the forward type. It’s not like I really know you. But I feel 
kind of the same way.’

Once again I felt warm, soft, moist lips pressed against my own, but this 
time they stayed for longer.

‘Was this something more along the reason you sought me out up here?’

“Mm, maybe. My mind might be made up more if you did that again.”

At this point she got up from her chair and sat in my lap. I felt as though 
this were meant to be, fate, karma, destiny, kismet, whatever. She was even 
wearing the nurse’s uniform guys sometimes have fantasies about, complete 
with the cap lying on top of her book bag. Evidently, they had been doing 
some training in one of the local hospitals. The uniforms were mandatory.

“You’re okay with this, me, an almost complete stranger?” I asked.

‘Obviously, or I’d have just told you to fuck off when you first started 
talking.’ She said this with a bit of a laugh.

“You are brutally honest, aren’t you?”

‘I sort of have to be. There’re plenty of perverts in Japan and naturally 
some find their way here. Big vacation spot and all, you know how it is. You 
find the best guys and the worst guys. I always had some premonition I’d do 
some complete stranger, but it was a bad one. It was more like the getting-
raped-in-a-dark-alley kind of premonition.’

This time it was I who initiated the kiss. I wanted to steer things toward 
a happier note, and talk of getting raped in dark alleys by complete strangers 
was not exactly the subject matter I’d come up to the library to study. She 
made no efforts to resist the abrupt change in topic and seemed to relax a bit, 
exactly the effect I’d had in mind.

When our mouths had been sated for the moment, we broke apart.

‘My name is Aki,’ she said. ‘Now we aren’t as much strangers any 
more.’

“Pleased to meet you. You write Aki like ‘autumn’, right? I think it’s a 
very beautiful name. It suits you quite well.”

She blushed and said, ‘Thanks. Might I ask yours?’

“It’s Aaron.”

‘Pleasure to meet you.’

She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, ‘Let’s get to know each 
other a bit more, shall we?’

Aki scooted her bottom up my lap a bit to get closer to me, and I felt my 
cock stir a bit inside my jeans at the motion. But there was little time to 
think about it as Aki’s sweet tongue was seeking entrance at my mouth and I 
devoted all my attention to the place where our lips met. She really was an 
excellent kisser. I surmised that she’d probably had lots of boyfriends and 
had lots of practice, but I didn’t bring it up. Now was certainly not the time.

We remained Siamese twins of the mouth for an incredible period of 
time, time that passed so pleasantly that I do not know exactly how much of 
it actually passed. She could really make it fly by. Reluctantly, our kiss, 
and the spell, was broken. It was like fighting the pull of two 
electromagnets. I knew though that more and better things would be 
coming. Aki’s breathing had taken on a more ragged, panting quality, which 
was music to my ears, and I was filled with the desire to create an Aki 
symphony, a magnum opus.

I undid the top buttons of Aki’s uniform slowly, as if unwrapping a 
present I’d waited for my whole life. She made no attempt to stop me, 
perhaps already in some sort of reverie. She was wearing a black lace bra 
that covered milky-white breasts, slightly large for the average Japanese girl, 
probably a nice C-cup. I ran my hands lightly over the lace and Aki jumped 
as if electrocuted, but not away from me. I took this sign of encouragement 
and unhooked the clasp of her bra, letting her breasts free for some more of 
my attention. She leaned forward and kissed me briefly which allowed for a 
great view of her cleavage.

I cupped my hands over Aki’s breasts, leaving the thumbs free to 
stimulate each of her nipples. It didn’t require much before they perked up, 
like a student raising their hand to get the teacher’s attention. I rolled one 
nipple between my thumb and forefinger while lowering my head to suckle 
the other. Aki let out a groan that I was sure the whole library heard, though 
luckily no one came to investigate. I nibbled and flicked my tongue across 
the peak of her beautiful mound, each time eliciting a sharp gasp or intake of 
breath before I switched my hand and mouth’s places to give equal attention 
to each of the twins.

After a while, it felt time to unwrap more of this gift from the gods. 
Sliding my hand smoothly up her silky thighs, I removed black lace panties, 
obviously a set with Aki’s bra. I could no longer hide the fact that I was 
turned on. Black is one of my three favorite colors of lingerie. White and 
red make up the other two. Apparently, my cock’s state had not escaped Aki 
either. She reached for my zipper, but I had other plans.

Motioning for Aki to rise, I also got to my feet, cupped her buttocks in 
both my hands, and lifted her onto a nearby table. If I knelt on the floor, I 
could get a spectacular view up her skirt, and I did just that. She had 
trimmed her pubic hair, though not too short, presumably to make oral sex 
more appealing to her guy friends.

I placed my hands on her thighs, gently coaxing her legs as far apart as 
the white skirt would allow, enough to get my head in between them. 
Surprised, she involuntarily squeezed her legs together, and my ears were 
crushed against my head. And as my mouth was now pressed against her 
sweet pussy, my protests came out muffled. Apparently, the outflow of my 
breath washing over her private area was enough to get her relaxed again.
 Looking down at me she said, ‘I’m sorry, sensei.’

I pulled my head from under her skirt and asked, “Why do you call me 
sensei or teacher?”

‘Because you seem to be the one teaching me, not me teaching you. 
Besides, I had a fantasy about attracting my teacher’s attentions once. We 
made love several times in a row on the desk, in different positions. His 
white seed leaked out of me and sullied my schoolgirl uniform. It was a 
very erotic fantasy.’

“Then maybe I can fulfill it someday.”

‘I look forward to it, sensei’, she replied silkily.

Once again I put my head between her legs. Tracing her pussy lips with 
my tongue, the moist patch there turned into a trickle, then a rivulet. I 
lapped at it greedily, savoring the thought of how much she was obviously 
enjoying the attention. Every so often, my tongue brushed across her fully 
erect clitoris, and each time she barely stifled small screams.

Soon, it became more than I could handle. I had to have all of Aki, had 
to give Aki all of me too. Pulling my head from between her legs, my 
mouth still tasting her juices, I unzipped my jeans and dropped them to the 
floor. Freed from the constriction of denim, my prick pointed toward Aki’s 
recently vacated pubic region through my boxers.

At this cue, Aki stood up from the table, slipped off her uniform and 
removed the last article of clothing separating my erect member from her 
full gaze. She gave one appraising look, seemed satisfied, and removed my 
t-shirt as well. A naked anatomy session in the library, it was just so very 
deliciously naughty!

I sat down once again in the chair and she knelt on my lap, my cock in 
front of her belly, drooling some of my own juices in anticipation. She 
leaned close and said, ‘I have a secret to tell you. I’m a virgin. I should 
have worn white lingerie so you didn’t think I was some kind of whore. 
Apparently my choice of black as a requiem for my virginity hasn’t affected 
your ability to get an erection. Au contraire, I think it’s probably turned you 
on more.’

I smiled and said, “I wouldn’t change a thing. If I could travel through 
time, I’d probably want to replay this over and over again. Also, contrary to 
what you may believe, I’m also a virgin. You probably think I’ve had so 
many experiences because I’m some nice playboy, but girls really do seem 
to pick nice guys last.”

‘Then let’s feel privileged that we’re each other’s first experience.’

I nodded, and Aki placed her feet on the ground, her arms loosely around 
my shoulders, then placed her wet snatch directly over my waiting shaft. 
Taking a deep breath, she began to slowly lower herself until her hymen was 
snug against what she was about to impale herself with. I placed my hands 
under her butt so if she collapsed after her hymen broke, she wouldn’t do 
herself, or me, any injury.

She kissed me once again and said, ‘Be gentle with me, sensei. And if I 
cry, please forgive me this once.’

At those words, she sank down on her knees, there was a brief pressure 
on my cock and I was inside her tight, warm embrace. I looked down at 
where we were joined and saw a patch of scarlet on Aki’s smooth, ivory-
toned legs and, glancing at Aki, I saw tears sparkling in her eyes.

‘Forgive my weakness. I should be stronger. I’m from the land of the 
samurai, but I’m crying over just a little bit of pain.’

“It’s okay. It’s not only the pain you’re crying over, is it? You’re only a 
virgin once and that is past now. Stand up for a minute. I want to wipe the 
stain away.”

She stood shakily to her feet and her hold on my cock was relinquished. 
Taking a tissue from my bag, I made to wipe away the blood, but she 
stopped my hand. Taking her nurse’s cap from her schoolbag, she blotted 
away the blood, leaving a crimson stain on the white cap.

“It looks like the Japanese flag,” I said hesitantly.

‘Yes, I think I’ll keep it as a souvenir of my first experience. It’ll be a 
more pleasant reminder than Flag Day. It can always remind me of you.’

I nodded and she sat in my lap once more, penetrated to the core of her 
being.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked.

‘A little and I’ll probably be sore later, but I’ll be alright if we can go 
slow for a bit.’

Reaching down, I found the spot that washes girls’ troubles away, at least 
temporarily. As I brushed her clit, the muscles of her pussy involuntarily 
squeezed my cock and she let out a moan that was part pleasure, part pain.

I consoled her, “You really are braver than you think. You haven’t quit 
yet.”

Her arms squeezed my neck, her soft breasts squashed up against my 
chest and her lips sought solace against my own. Slowly, as I pleasured her 
clitoris, she began to rise and fall on my penis. At first the strokes were 
slow and short, belying a bit of the pain she was still feeling. Gradually, as 
the pleasure built and overrode the pain, Aki became more active and I was 
no longer able to keep my fingers on her clit.

I really needn’t have worried. The sounds escaping Aki’s mouth, the 
slapping and squelching noises as her hips came toward and away from my 
own told me she was about to tell the whole library exactly how good she 
felt. My own organ, as if relieved that my partner was no longer in pain, 
was also building up pressure for its own climax, much like Mount Saint 
Helens before she erupted.

Just as this new sensation hit me, Aki said in a soft voice, ‘Forgive me if 
I cum first, sensei.’ Just as she finished, she gave a scream, which I only 
barely managed to muffle with my hand, and climaxed.

Aki’s body shook; her beautiful cunt’s muscles contracted around my 
prick powerfully and I too reached my limit. I erupted in a shower that 
would’ve done Saint Helens proud, wave after wave of hot lava filling her 
womb. I looked at Aki who smiled and said, ‘Thanks sensei. You really 
taught me what a good time was’, and fell asleep in my arms, still joined at 
the hip.

I woke up two hours later with Aki still nestled snugly in my arms. Who 
knows if anyone saw us, or what they thought if they did, but what did it 
matter really? My cock had retracted out of her hot, wet grip and now all the 
sperm I had shot into her earlier was leaking out with a soft ‘splat’ onto the 
library’s carpet.

As I was observing this, Aki stirred and opened her eyes sleepily. I held 
her close, listening to the obscene splatting noises of my cum and asked, 
“Was it really alright for me to do that without a condom and all?”

She giggled, and not seeing anything funny, I waited until she said, ‘If it 
was a problem, I’d have told you before I let you inside me. I’m not fertile 
right now, and if I were, I would take full responsibility for anything that 
happened. Besides, didn’t it feel better doing things the natural way and 
getting to cum inside me? It felt like my insides were melting, warmth and 
pleasure radiating through my whole body.’ I’d never thought anyone 
would have enjoyed loads of hot, sticky, potentially child-producing sperm 
quite so much as Aki was saying.

She stood up and surveyed the small puddle of white under the chair in 
which we’d had our first taste of heaven. Then she placed her hands on the 
desk nearby, bending her almost double. I could see a bit of the moisture 
that had facilitated our lovemaking mingled with my own seed. It was oddly 
stirring. The way she was moving her ass was seductive, almost hypnotic, 
and my prick soon regained its former rigidity.

She looked over her shoulder, took in the situation, and faced forward 
again. I guessed that she wanted ‘one for the road’, and was more than 
willing to oblige. Leaving my chair, I stood behind Aki, grasped her hips 
firmly and buried all of myself inside her.

This time felt more like making love, even if it wasn’t the missionary 
position. We could take things fast or slow in turns, fully participating on 
both ends, and without the hurdle of her hymen and the accompanying pain 
Aki had multiple orgasms before I’d even had one. I wasn’t jealous though. 
I really was happy that she could enjoy my company so much, and I figured 
the extra pleasure was ample compensation for the pain I’d induced.

It was over all too soon. None of us wanted to leave, but as Aki was a 
nursing student, she had lots of studying to do. I had a feeling we’d have 
more library trysts in the future.

As I made to leave, Aki held me back and said, ‘It’s not fair that I have a 
souvenir and you don’t. I know it was painful and all for a bit and so you 
think I deserve one more, but this was your first time too, right? She handed 
me her lingerie with a smile. ‘We’re connected now, you and me. A girl 
always remembers the guy who took her virginity, if he was nice and gentle, 
or cold and cruel. Go ahead and sniff my panties. They don’t lie about how 
much I wanted you tonight. The bra is a bonus for how many times you 
made me cum.’

Following her cue, I pressed the panties to my nose. The smell of Aki 
clung to them like the smell of fabric softener clings to freshly washed 
towels. It was so tangible I could taste it.

Noticing the expression on my face, and correctly interpreting it as 
thanks, she kissed me briefly and said, ‘As I said, we’re connected you and 
I. Until I decide to let you go, you’re mine, my booty call, okay?’

I didn’t have any objections, and I told her so.

As I turned to leave once more, I saw what it was she had been studying.  On the right-hand page of the opened anatomy textbook was a nearly perfect 
replica of Aki’s once-virgin pussy. I went home with a new spring in my step and collapsed on the bed, exhausted but happy.

The next day was a Friday, and, having no classes on Fridays, I woke up 
late. As I made myself coffee and something to eat, I reminisced about the 
night’s events. I took out Aki’s panties to assure myself I hadn’t been 
making it all up. They were still there on my nightstand where I’d placed 
them, as silky smooth and inviting as when I’d pulled them off her beautiful 
legs last night.

As I sat down at my computer, mouth stuffed with a bagel and a coffee 
mug in one hand, an invitation to chat with Ginny popped up. I clicked 
‘Accept’ and she greeted me warmly.

‘Hey, big brother.’

“Hi there, Ginny.”

‘Did you have a late night last night or something? You’re up awfully 
late in the day. Isn’t it like noon over there?’

I looked at the clock and noticed the time, noon exactly.

“Yep, it’s noon. I don’t have classes so I get to sleep in a bit.”

I couldn’t tell her about Aki. That was private, and besides, she was too 
young.

‘Oh, I see. So you didn’t have a night of hot steamy sex with some 
Japanese girl, did you? Maybe it was one named Yuki or Aki or something 
like that?’

“You know Ginny, you’re really starting to scare me. Who, or what, are 
you? Are you some kind of stalker?”

‘That’s mean, big brother. After all I did to convince Aki you were a 
nice guy, you’re accusing me of being some sort of peeping tom. Maybe I 
shouldn’t have bothered. It was a real wrench letting her sleep with you, but 
I thought you’d be happy about it. You like Japanese girls after all, right?’

I thought it best to try to steer the conversation to less personal matters, 
but Ginny continued, this time in a sadder tone.

‘I’m pathetic. I really am, you know. None of the guys here are 
interested in me as a person. All they want is to lose their virginity as soon 
as possible. I meet a nice guy on the Internet like you and think maybe I 
have a chance, but I’m too young, you’re too far away, and on top of that 
I’m smart. Guys just want a girl who spreads her legs and puts out. All the 
boyfriends I’ve had were like that, complete assholes. No one will ever love 
me. You said you were going to the University of Hawaii, and I found the 
online yearbook and found a nice, sweet-looking girl for you and convinced 
her that she should give you a chance. I guess I’m trying to live vicariously 
through her since I’ll never have a life like that. She was amazing last night, 
wasn’t she? She was better than I’ll ever be, right?’

If Ginny were next to me in real life, I’d probably have put my finger or 
my lips over her mouth to reassure her and stop her sad tirade. I knew in my 
heart that wherever in Ohio she was, she was sobbing. I’m really a sucker 
for a damsel in distress, and even though she was an almost complete 
stranger, I really felt for her. Girls really have it rough sometimes and we 
guys don’t help much.

“Ginny, what happened between me and Aki should stay between me and 
her. It wouldn’t be polite to talk about her when she’s not here. Secondly, I 
don’t hate you. I really want you to know that. If you were here now, I 
would hold you as long as you needed it. I’m told I’m a good shoulder to 
cry on when necessary. Yes, Aki is beautiful and I appreciate the gesture of 
you asking her on my behalf to give me a chance. But honestly, I don’t 
really think she has that much attachment to me. I’d probably just end up 
being a booty call.”

I had to fib a bit. I already was Aki’s booty call, and I expected she’d be 
calling me over the weekend for a bit of ‘sexual healing’. But telling the 
truth would probably break this young girl’s heart, and I hate being a 
heartbreaker.

I told Ginny, “Try and cheer up. You could make this weekend the 
weekend your mother and you go to the spa. You have to make sure those 
tear streaks don’t become part of your face. Bubbling jets tend to wash 
away tension. Right now you need a pleasant experience. But for what it’s 
worth, you are special. You’re special to your mom, you’re special to your 
grandparents, and you’re special to me.”

‘Big brother, you’re the best, even if you are a bit naughty.’

With that, Ginny logged off and I decided to take a nap, wondering just 
how she had figured out what I hadn’t typed about jets in certain sensitive 
areas and washing her troubles away that way.

True to her word, Aki did call on me during the weekend. She’d call me 
and tell me to meet her wherever she was at the moment, whether it was the 
library, her dorm room, or even the girls’ public shower. That was 
something in itself. Some of the girls, upon seeing Aki and I joined like 
that, felt free to get themselves off as well. There were even a few lesbian 
couples who took the opportunity to display their unique style of making 
love. Aki made sure that my attention was on her, at least most of the time. 
I never figured her for the jealous type, but apparently our bond meant she 
didn’t want to share me, and at this point I saw no reason to complain.

When Monday rolled around again, Aki had less time to mess around and 
so I spent some of my free time playing games and talking to Ginny.

‘Big brother, guess what I did this weekend.’

“Come on, spit it out. It’s going to come out whether I guess or not.”

‘You’re no fun. My mom and I went to the spa and took your advice. I 
soaked and cleansed and scrubbed my troubles away. You really know what 
girls need, don’t you?’

“I wouldn’t go so far as to say that.”

‘Well I would, and I’m not about to take it back.’

“Just know that I’m not flawless. I’m human after all.”

 ‘Oh yeah, guess what else. We’re moving to Hawaii. My mom’s 
company is paying for the move. Apparently they need her talents more 
over there. Don’t bother to ask what she does either. She never tells me 
anything. I’d think she was a spy or something, but it couldn’t be that, could 
it? Granted she is always tense.’

“Don’t be too eager to find out. If she told you, she might have to kill 
you.”

‘You’re funny. Anyway, isn’t it cool that I’m moving? I could meet you 
someday maybe.’

“You never know. Hold on a minute, my cell phone’s ringing.”

It was Aki, just as I had suspected it would be. She wanted me in the 
library in a few minutes, and as much as I felt guilty about breaking off my 
conversation with Ginny like this, duty, and my own anatomy, was calling.

“The call was a reminder of an appointment I’m supposed to get to. I’m 
sorry, but I really must dash.”

‘Bye. Hope I talk to you soon.’

With that said, I raced out the door to get to Aki. A girl can only wait so 
long, or so they say.

I found Aki in the library, in the exact spot where we had lost our 
virginity. She was wearing a Japanese schoolgirl uniform, another fantasy 
I’d had once.

‘I told you that night we were first up here that I’d had a fantasy about 
doing a teacher in my schoolgirl uniform. Well tonight I thought we’d act 
on it. I think you and I can skip most of the foreplay tonight.’

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and my cock responded almost 
immediately to the proximity of this newest erotic encounter.

‘Let’s make each other feel good, okay?’

She sat me in the chair and released my straining hard-on out to play 
through the zipper in my jeans. Then, in a surprising move, she knelt in 
front of the chair and started teasing the tip with her tongue. It was all I 
could do to restrain myself from cumming right then and there.

Aki was amazingly talented. Just when I thought I’d explode, she’d take 
her mouth off and let the sensations die a bit before swallowing me again. I 
was in a state of near orgasm for 10 minutes before she allowed me to cum. 
Load after load shot into her mouth, and in an uncontrollable spasm, my dick 
popped out of her mouth and sent a shower of cum across Aki’s upturned 
face.

Aki didn’t bat an eye. She swallowed the cum, after playing with it a bit 
using her tongue, and wiped what was on her face off with her sleeve.

“Now sensei, it’s time to show your student that you want her to feel 
good too. If I don’t enjoy it, then that would be statutory rape, and I’d hate 
you, and never want to have sex with you again. Maybe I’d never want to 
have sex ever.”

“Aki, you do realize that you’re almost 20, right?”

‘Don’t spoil the fantasy with reality.’ She was really cute when she was 
pouting.

I nodded. She really was into this. I lay on the floor, wanting to try 
something a bit different. Aki took the opportunity to sit on my face, and I 
could see that she’d skipped wearing panties altogether tonight.

Aki bent over and started sucking my dick again, and I began tickling, 
teasing, and torturing her beautiful pink pussy. With no hymen, I was able 
to easily get most of my tongue inside Aki’s slippery love canal. Every 
sensuous moan coming from her lips sent vibrations down the shaft of my 
cock, bringing me nearer to filling Aki’s mouth with hot spunk. On her end, 
Aki was wriggling her hips over my mouth in an attempt to get as much of 
her lower reaches in contact with my mouth and tongue as possible.
 Five minutes later, it was all over. Aki had swallowed every drop of 
semen, just as before. To my shock, and intense pleasure, Aki had actually 
visibly cum. A shower of juices had showered my face, and from what I 
could reach with my tongue, I knew it wasn’t urine.

‘I want to try something more advanced, sensei. Will you put that inside 
me?’ she said, pointing to my penis. ‘Some of my friends have already lost 
their virginity, you know. They said it’s great when you do it with the one 
you love. Don’t worry, I’m not a tattletale.’

She raised herself off my face and sat on the desk nearby. There would 
be no need to remove her skirt to give her what she desired. Uniform skirts 
weren’t tight like nurse’s ones usually are. I don’t think Aki had stripping in 
mind either.

Apparently, Aki’s fantasy was that she’d stayed behind after class for 
more lessons. Since these weren’t ordinary lessons, there was the chance of 
being walked in on by her friends or one of the other teachers. In order to 
pull off an encounter like that, she’d wear no panties so there would be 
nothing to pull up in a hurry. He could just do what he normally would to 
use the restroom, use the zipper. Then if they were discovered, as long as 
the union of the two was not visible, she could just cry and pretend she’d 
gone to the teacher for one of her problems, and he was comforting her or 
make up another story depending on the position they were in. She probably 
could have gotten away with it too if she had tried.

I positioned myself between Aki’s legs, and she held on to me, guiding 
me inside to the place that sends lovers to nirvana. Since she was holding on 
to me, I had to use my hips solely, rather than my body or arms. This suited 
her just fine, it seemed. We moved slowly, blissfully toward our climaxes, 
enjoying every second, each better than the last. I thought she must really 
have loved this teacher she’d fantasized about, if this had a basis in reality. 
He apparently had not shared her passion, no doubt fearing the social and 
financial backlash that would ensue from the discovery of their ‘lessons’.
 Aki let out a moan that brought my head back into reality. ‘Sensei, it’s 
so, so very good. Ooh, yes, nothing’s ever felt like this before. Is this the 
first time you’ve had sex with one of your students? Am I special?’

I decided to play along. “Yep, you’re the first and best. You’re the most 
special in your whole class, because you’re the only one I would do this 
for.”

This seemed to be the correct response. Aki arched her back, pressing 
herself deeply into my arms and then came right before I managed to extract 
my cock from her twitching pussy and blew my load all over her schoolgirl’s 
uniform.

When Aki came out of her post-coital reverie, I soon came to realize just 
how badly I’d ruined things by pulling out. Aki was almost livid.

‘How could you do that, sensei? If I go to my afternoon classes with all 
your cum all over my uniform, all my classmates will think I’m some kind 
of whore or something. There’d be no hiding it if someone walked in on us 
now. Besides, I want it all inside of me. I want to have your baby. If I’m 
that special to you, you can indulge me this wish, right? Let’s try again.’

My dick, hanging its head after Aki’s tirade, perked up again at the sound 
of these words. I buried my shaft to the balls inside her and her expression 
softened once more. I really did get the feeling that maybe she just had 
some sort of cum fetish, but breaking the fantasy again would probably cost 
me and so I didn’t mention it.

Aki and I were able to last 15 minutes before finally giving in to the 
building pressures in our bodies. As wave after wave of spunk coursed into 
her womb, Aki smiled.

‘Every time you cum inside me, I feel hot; heat radiates from the spot 
where you fill me. I love you, sensei.’ After uttering those words, she fell 
asleep under me and I pulled out and collapsed in a nearby chair, quite sated.

As I watched Aki sleep, a steady stream of white began to leak from 
inside her onto the inside of her skirt forming a sticky pool. Feeling a bit 
naughty, and a bit entranced by this display, I put several fingers inside Aki. 
She moaned and stirred, but she remained asleep, so I pressed onward.

As Aki’s tight cunt embraced my fingers, she started talking in her sleep. 
‘No Doggy (a childish name for her pet dog I assumed), I don’t want to have 
sex with a dog. Take it out of me. Get off…but you know, now that feels 
kind of good. You’re stirring my insides up. Does this mean I’m going to 
have puppies, Doggy? It feels so very, very good though. There’s so much 
hot stuff inside me, it’s pouring out of me. You’re weird you know. You 
like human girls more than doggy ones. Oh, so good! I’ve never felt this 
good. I’m losing control of myself. So…hot!’ ‘Apparently, girls can have 
wet dreams too’, I thought to myself as Aki came in her sleep.
 Smiling to myself, I pulled my fingers out of Aki. She really was 
something else, even while sleeping.

She came to a few minutes later. She looked at me and said, ‘You didn’t 
do anything weird to me while I was asleep, did you?’

“No, of course not. I was a perfect gentleman. You’re beautiful even 
when you sleep though, sort of like a cherub.”

She then noticed the pool of semen in her uniform. ‘What a mess this is. 
My whole uniform’s a mess, albeit a very pleasant mess. How about I come 
to your house, sensei? I can’t go to class looking like this. Some of the girls 
just got their periods and I’ve already screwed the teacher.’ Apparently, 
whatever teacher she’d had a crush on had been back in grade school or 
junior high.

“You’re right, let me put my coat over you so no one will see all this on 
you.” I wrapped my coat around her, put my dick back in my pants, and we 
left the library.

It didn’t take long to reach my house. I had a motorbike big enough for 
two and as there’s not that much traffic at that time of night, we were able to 
arrive less than ten minutes from the time we stood outside the library. Aki 
kept me up the whole night, teaching me through practice how to get women 
to cum multiple times before you cum once. At least the fantasy role-
playing sex was over, for the time being. It seemed like a lot of work and 
rules, but the benefits were excellent.

The next morning, I woke to see a note on the pillow beside mine. 
‘Beloved sensei, breakfast’s on the stove. I had to run to class. Leave the 
door unlocked, in case I want to get some tutoring again. Love and kisses 
(and lots more too!), Aki.’ Having nothing better to do, I decided to see if 
Ginny was on.

She was and today she seemed sort of sad. Her opening greeting held 
none of the cheer it had when she had returned from the spa.

‘Hello Aaron’, she said.

“No ‘Hello big brother’ today? I was becoming rather fond of the 
endearing term.”

‘I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m feeling rather depressed today. I’ve even 
thought of suicide a couple times.’

This was certainly a shocking beginning to the conversation.

“Why would a beautiful, young girl such as yourself want to kill herself? 
Life has so much to offer. Don’t you think your mother would be sad too?”

‘It’s not like I ever really see her. I pretty much have to look out for 
myself. And life doesn’t have as much to offer as you might think. Not like 
I’ll ever have rapturous fulfilling sex with the guy of my dreams, the kind 
I’d like to be my first and to give me his child. I’m sure you and Aki are 
‘cumming’ along splendidly.’

“Aki is something else, but she’s only sex. There’s really not that sort of 
warmth like between two lovers. I told you this before, didn’t I? Besides, if 
you kill yourself, who will I have to talk to?”

‘You’ve got Aki to talk to. You can have lots of pillow talk, and I’m 
sure you have lots of friends at college.’

‘Sure, I’ve got friends. I’d be some kind of loser if I didn’t, but they and 
you are two different types and sets of people.’

‘Well, at any rate, you won’t have to worry about time zone differences 
anymore. My mom and I are moving next week. I’d better get back to 
packing. I’ll think about not killing myself. No guarantees though.’

With that rather dismal note, Ginny ended our conversation. I really did 
hope she didn’t kill herself. It really would be such a waste at a mere 14 
years of age.

I spent the next week on the edge. I didn’t see Aki at all, didn’t go to 
class, and didn’t do much of anything really. I felt that if at the end of the 
week Ginny hadn’t tried to talk to me, somehow her blood would be on my 
hands. I didn’t know how to send her help if she wasn’t just trying to get 
attention, but was actually serious. I knew no one in Ohio, and had no idea 
where Ginny lived anyway.

I needn’t have worried. At the end of one week, Ginny initiated a short 
conversation.

‘Hi big brother. We’re done moving our stuff to Hawaii. We still have 
to unpack of course. This moving business is such a pain in the butt. I 
asked Mom if I could set up the computer first so I could assure you I’d 
arrived safely. Did you miss me at all? Probably too busy filling Aki with 
your cock, I’d bet.’

“You’ll be pleased to know that I haven’t seen Aki in a week. Besides, 
Aki is Aki, and you are you. You are two different people and both of you 
are special to me. I spent the whole week fretting about whether you’d 
killed yourself or not, and if your death would be my fault.”

‘Aw, that’s so sweet. Rest assured, I’m not planning to kill myself. I’ve 
got Hawaii to explore. Who knows, I might find some really nice, really 
cute guy who’s just perfect for me. I’m not going to miss out on that.’

“I’m glad to hear it, Ginny. Shouldn’t you get back to unpacking 
though? Your mom will probably get mad if you take too long talking to 
me.”

‘Yikes, I didn’t realize how much time had passed. Mom said five 
minutes. She’ll have my guts for garters, and my mom would not look good 
in garters. Bye bye, big bro.’

It had been a long, fretful, draining week. With our conversation over, I 
went to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, asleep before my head hit the 
pillows.

The next week passed almost uneventfully. It seemed Aki had gone to 
Japan to visit her relatives, which would explain why I hadn’t seen her in 
two weeks. She called me from Nagoya to tell me.

One morning, while returning from a jog along the beach, I noticed that 
my old next-door neighbors had seemingly moved away. In all the worrying 
about Ginny, I hadn’t even noticed. Whoever it was had at least one child, a 
girl who, upon noticing me, ran scared into the house. ‘Too bad’, I thought. 
‘She’s kind of cute, even if she’s a little young.’

When next I spoke to Ginny, she seemed a completely different person. 
No longer depressed, but energetic and alive. I was truly happy for her.

‘Guess what, big brother.’ I could tell that whatever this ‘what’ was, she 
was really excited about it.

“What?” I said, playing along.

‘My neighbor is really cute.’

“Really? See, think of what you would have missed if you’d died.”

‘Yeah, but I’m kind of shy so I’ll probably never talk to him and he 
looked like he was out of my range. I don’t think he’d want a little freshman 
like me.’

“Don’t sell yourself short. You don’t know until you try you know.”

‘Yeah, yeah. I know, but I’m telling you it won’t work.’

“You can take small steps. Start with ‘hello’ and go from there. I think 
the rest will just ‘cum’ to you.”

‘You’re a naughty big brother.’

“I’m just glad you found something that was able to bring you out of 
your depression.”

‘Sorry Aaron, but I have to run. I’m supposed to be organizing my room 
now that we’re unpacked. Talk to you soon.’

As Ginny left, I heard the front door open and Aki’s voice calling out.

‘Aaron, are you home? I just got back from the airport.’

“Yes Aki, I’m home. Come into the den.”

Seconds later, her face peeked around the doorway. Seeing me, she 
darted forward and threw her arms around my neck.

“Did you miss me that much?”

‘Mmhmm, it was nice seeing my family, but too much of a good thing is 
still too much. And there’s no boy for me in Japan, waiting.’

I knew what would be coming next, and I was glad. I’d been tense and 
worried while Ginny was in her depressive state, and even after she had 
cheered up, I still hadn’t released my sperm buildup. It seemed now was the 
time to rectify that.

I picked Aki up, walked to the bedroom, and threw her on the bed. 
Ripping my clothes off as I went, I tore every stitch of clothing from Aki’s 
body. She was a little surprised at the outburst, but made no efforts to resist 
and it wasn’t long before both of us were in the clothes we were born in.

Today’s sex was almost as violently desperate as stripping Aki had been. 
I pounded her pussy raw, craving to fill every cubic inch of her with hot, 
potent sperm. Aki played her part well. She was just as desperate as I had 
been, maybe more so. Apparently she had had no release of sexual tensions 
the two weeks she’d been away. I felt relieved that even if Aki didn’t love 
me, which might or might not be the case, the fact that I had taken her 
virginity meant enough to her that she wasn’t fucking other guys, also a 
relief as we had never once used a condom. She had never objected to me 
blowing my wad inside her, preferring instead to have sex as naturally as 
possible.

Just like the time we’d had sex before she flew out to Japan, I woke to 
find a note on the pillow next to mine. It read, ‘Went to class. You 
probably should too, you know. I saw you have new neighbors. They seem 
quiet, sort of like the ones before, not the outgoing type I suppose. I hope 
we didn’t scare them last night. ;) See you again soon, Aki.’

I looked at my clock and realized that smart as I might be, teachers can 
still fail you for missing too much class, and that I should have left five 
minutes previously. I’d have to really fly to make it within the professor’s 
strict grace period.

I arrived in my first class of the day with seconds to spare. I had driven 
so fast, I’m sure my guardian angel was probably just arriving, wheezing 
and gasping for breath on the university’s front steps.

I thought to myself later that it really had been foolish to risk my life like 
that on some of the twisting roads leading to the college from the house. 
Sure my parents would get meddlesome if I failed a class or had my GPA 
drop below a certain point, but that was no reason to tease death. It was 
reckless and irresponsible.

As my mind wandered further down this path, I imagined Aki sobbing at 
my grave and saying, ‘My first and last you will always be’ and either 
taking a vow of chastity or joining me in death. No, that would never 
happen. Aki was beautiful. I doubted she would do either even though she 
did seem rather attached to me, figuratively and, at some times, quite 
literally.

My mind next turned to Ginny. Would she be as anxious as I had been 
when I thought she had done herself in? I wondered too if she wouldn’t 
pluck up the courage and talk to her cute next-door neighbor, perhaps 
finding solace in his arms as she cried. That could happen. Without me, 
she’d need another supportive shoulder to help her through life.

I didn’t hear a word of the teacher’s lecture, lost in thought as I was. I 
wrote down the homework, which for once I hadn’t done in class, and 
headed for my other classes. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur. It seemed shocking to find myself at 
home, much as if I were Rip van Winkle waking from a long sleep. After a 
long, hot shower it was time to check up on Ginny. It seemed sort of like 
therapy sessions, and I was the therapist, a position I wasn’t sure I was 
qualified to fill.

Our conversation was short, merely a sort of checkup. She hadn’t talked 
to the boy next-door. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen my next-door 
neighbor either. I should have welcomed them to the neighborhood. I 
dismissed the thought and we covered her new school, boys who already had 
made fun of her or had tried to get her to go out with them. Concerns, fears, 
pleasant times, things she wanted to get off her chest, that made her mad, 
some that made her happy. When she had finished talking and I 
encouraging, supporting or commiserating with her, I made to leave the 
chat, on the pretext of having schoolwork or something. Ginny had other 
plans.

‘Big brother can I ask a hypothetical question? If you knew a girl loved 
you with all her heart, and she asked to have sex with you, would you turn 
her down if you knew she was a minor.’

“You wouldn’t happen to be talking about yourself, would you?”

‘Just answer the question. It’s hypothetical, if you recall.’

“Love supersedes laws. What happens behind closed doors should 
remain there. I personally don’t consider it the government’s business to 
interfere, unless it’s a violent crime like a rape or non-consensual sex on one 
party’s part a.k.a. rape or statutory rape. Hope that answers your question.”

‘Yes, and I’m thrilled to hear your answer while at the same time sad. I 
really do think that I love you. I mean we’ve only known each other for a 
short time, but you’re supportive, you always seem to know just what I need. 
This time I think I just need a hug. I know you can’t actually hold me, but 
will you type something to that effect?’

“Sure. •Holds Ginny close to his heart• I hope this helps. I’ll send my 
love through my arms.”

‘You know, it seems mankind’s fate to want most the things we cannot 
have. Our dearest wishes can never come true.’

“You’re all of a sudden quite the philosopher.”

‘Can you answer this one question for me? Do you love me? We’ve 
only known each other for a short time so it’s okay if you aren’t sure yet.’

“You are right, our time together has been short. In that time, you’ve 
gone through a lot. I’ve wished you the best all the way. When you’re 
happy, I’m happy. If I’m what would make you happy, I’m willing to fulfill 
that wish. I would do anything for you. I think that is what love is, isn’t it? 
Gaining happiness from another’s happiness, putting their needs above your 
own, it is a very loving thing to do. If that is said to be true, then yes, I love 
you. I love you very much, Ginny.”

‘You can’t see me now, but I’m crying. You mean so much to me and to 
have you say that makes me so happy I can’t stop crying. I’m sure I’ll never meet you, but it doesn’t matter any more.’ I looked at what she had typed, 
and even the text on the screen seemed tear-stained.

“Will you do one thing for me then?”

‘I’ll try. What is it?’

“Stop comparing yourself to Aki. I don’t want you feeling depressed 
over her. You mean more to me than just sex. So will you do that for me?”

After some hesitation she said, ‘Yes.’

“I’ll hold you to your word.”

Ginny had to go to bed so she could go to school in the morning, and I 
took that as a good cue to do the same.

I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. It couldn’t be Aki. She’d just come 
right in, possibly joining me in bed or cooking breakfast. My friends 
wouldn’t ring the doorbell. They would be more likely to just honk and yell 
if they wanted me to go do something with them. Maybe it was the police, I 
thought. At any rate, it would be discourteous to keep them waiting.
 After quickly donning some jeans and a T-shirt I’d thrown on the floor 
before retiring the night before, I made my way to the door. Upon peeking 
through the eyehole and reassuring myself it wasn’t the police, I opened the 
door.

Standing on my doorstep was a lady in a gray business suit, apparently a 
secretary or maybe a lawyer. She seemed a bit hesitant; it was as if it had 
taken all her courage to ring the bell and now she was sorry she had.

‘My name is Julia Peters. I’m your new next-door neighbor.’ She said 
this in a soft voice, apparently not able to have volume and keep a steady 
voice at the same time.

“It’s nice to meet you. It’s my fault for not welcoming you to the 
neighborhood. My name is Aaron Summers.”

‘Pleased to meet you too. May I come in? I have something to discuss 
with you that I’d rather not do on your doorstep,’ she said timidly.

“I’m sorry for keeping you standing. It was rude of me. Please do come 
in.”

I stood aside to let her in and closed the door behind her. She flinched at 
the sound. ‘Perhaps she has a phobia that involved meeting strangers or 
closed doors or some such thing’, I thought to myself. I walked beside her 
into the living room and sank into a reclining chair, gesturing toward the 
couch opposite me so that she might sit as well.

“Would you care for something to drink? You look like you could use 
one”, I said hospitably.

She hesitated, and then said, ‘Water please, if it isn’t too much trouble 
for you.’

I got up and poured the water from a pitcher in the fridge in silence. Her 
eyes watched me the entire time. The thought came to me that she was 
checking to make sure I hadn’t put any type of drug in her water. Her 
concerns weren’t all fluff. A girl had been drugged and raped in the town 
recently. It had been in all the papers. They had yet to find the rapist and, in 
a place like Hawaii, it wasn’t that shocking. Tourists come from around the 
world to vacation or on business trips.

Just to break the silence, and to reassure her as well, I said, “I’m not a 
rapist. Rapists don’t get to be with the same girl twice. Girls don’t want to 
come back for more. If there’s mutual consent, it’s far more enjoyable for 
both parties. Besides, it’s much simpler when she’s squirming because she 
wants more and screaming your name than when she’s trying to scream for 
help and squirming to get away. I’d much rather have sex partners than 
create rape victims. Wouldn’t you agree?”

She seemed to relax a little and she sipped at her water, apparently 
mustering more courage. I sat back in the recliner with another glass of 
water and waited for her to speak. While I waited, I took a better look at this 
timid creature sitting before me.

Julia seemed to be in her mid- to late-30s. She had reddish-brown hair 
with just a small streak of silver on each side of her head, running from the 
corners of her forehead and down to just below the shoulder with the rest of 
her hair. She looked oddly like Rogue from the X-Men comic series. Her 
gray business suit was modest and in good repair, the skirt coming to about 
mid-thigh on her crossed legs. She wore heels, but not particularly high 
ones. I could tell nothing about the rest of her body; her attire did a good job 
of keeping her measurements hidden. Maybe she had been on her way to 
work, or was just getting home. I decided she couldn’t be a lawyer. She 
didn’t seem the type.

As I finished my assessment, Julia coughed softly and began to speak.
 ‘I came here to ask you for a favor. I realize it’s rather sudden and we 
just moved here, but I don’t have any other option.’ She seemed about to 
lose her nerve completely so I waited until she composed herself and 
continued.

‘I have to go on a business trip with my boss. She needs someone to 
keep track of things for her as she is too busy to remember everything that 
needs doing. If I don’t go, I’ll probably be fired. Without a job I cannot 
afford to live here. We don’t have family on the island and it was disrupting 
enough for my daughter moving out here. If you could keep an eye on the 
house, make sure it isn’t broken into, I would really appreciate it.’ 

“I think I could do that. You don’t want me to clean it or anything?” I 
asked.

I didn’t see why she had been so nervous, aside from the rapist part and 
just having met. Her request had been quite reasonable. I’d imagined 
having to catch some dangerous, exotic animal that had made its home in her 
house or something.

She went on. ‘No, you needn’t clean the house. My daughter can take 
care of that. However, that’s another part of my request. I don’t want her 
spending her time in an empty house, so is it okay if she stays here?’

“I don’t see a problem with that. There’s an extra bedroom with its own 
bathroom. If she has to do homework, I believe there’s still a writing desk in 
there.”

She pressed on with her request. ‘There’s one more thing. Since I’m 
sure you won’t be having girls over during her stay, you’ll probably be a bit 
deprived. I don’t want you touching my daughter. I can’t pay you for the 
trouble since money is tight. I’m willing to do you a service, which I hope 
will pay for the inconvenience, but you must promise not to touch her.’

Julia uncrossed her legs and knelt on the floor before me. I knew exactly 
what type of service she meant, and my dick had apparently not been far 
behind. Contrary to what she had said, she didn’t seem that pleased to blow 
me as she hesitantly took off my pants and took the head into her mouth. I 
had to admit, she was pretty cute, (and not just because she was swallowing 
my cock) even if she was a few years older than me at least. She had a cute 
nose and gorgeous brown eyes. I could imagine she’d look very attractive if 
she were smiling, which she certainly wasn’t right now.

A choking noise brought me out of my daydreams. She was trying to 
cram all of my nine inches of cock down her throat, apparently hoping this 
would make the payment that much more satisfactory. I could feel cum 
building up for release right before I flooded her throat with hot, salty sperm. 
She coughed and spluttered but swallowed everything before gasping for 
breath. I had a feeling she was new to deep-throat blowjobs but didn’t bring 
it up.

I looked down at Julia and said, “You did an excellent job, but that’s not 
enough payment for a week of abstinence. I’m afraid I can’t accept.”
 She looked like she was about to cry, and I felt like a real bastard for 
asking for more, but I had to know how important this was to her. She 
mutely began removing her business suit. Underneath was a pair of pink 
underwear and a matching bra. As these last remnants of clothing fell to the 
floor, I looked over her nude form, reveling in the beauty her lack of clothes 
revealed.

Her body was smooth and curved in graceful arcs in the hip, chest, and 
butt areas. I took her breasts in my hands and they fit exactly into the palms, 
like they were molded from my cupped hands. Moving my hands down to 
her buttocks, I found them just as firm and supple as each of her breasts had 
been. Her pussy had a small, red bush that matched the hair on her head.
 After I had finished exploring every surface of her body, which she had 
stood and silently put up with, she turned around and placed her hands on 
the back of the couch where she had been sitting, her face resolutely 
forward. I quickly pulled a condom on and positioned myself behind her, 
grasping her firm buttocks in both hands. Entering her tight pussy (I 
couldn’t believe she had a kid instead of being virgin) was made more 
difficult by the lack of lubrication. She really didn’t seem to be into this at 
all. It felt like having sex with a prostitute or a comatose patient.

Not wanting to unnecessarily hurt her, I pulled out, found a small tube of 
Vaseline in the drawer under the television and smeared it liberally over the 
condom’s surface before reentering her.

I banged her twice, once in her pussy and once in her equally tight 
asshole while she clutched the back of the couch. I use the term ‘banged’ 
because there was nothing in it that even hinted at making love, or even sex. 
I can truly say it was the worst sexual intercourse I’d ever had. It wasn’t 
because I lost my erection or because I didn’t have an orgasm that made it so 
bad, none of which happened. What really made it horrible was the fact she 
hadn’t enjoyed a single minute of it. I felt dirty, like I had used her. When I 
had pulled out, she collapsed on the couch, sobbing like a child. Between 
her sobs I could sometimes make out the words, ‘I’m so sorry. I did it for 
my daughter.’

I couldn’t just watch her and do nothing. Picking her sobbing form up, I 
carried her to my bedroom, laid her down on it and joined her. As I cradled 
her in my arms, I whispered softly.

“You’re not entirely to blame. I’m sure we could have come to another 
arrangement. By me taking you, I feel I’ve become the rapist I said I wasn’t. 
I should have stopped before when I noticed your face. For all practical 
purposes, I did rape you tonight. You sacrificed yourself for your daughter’s 
sake, a very noble thing. I truly wish you had enjoyed it, because then I 
might have too.”

She relaxed in my arms a bit as her tears stopped coursing down my 
chest. She pulled her head away from my chest and said, ‘Maybe it’s both 
our faults.’

She began her sad story, tremulously at first, but growing steadier as she 
progressed.

‘Every girl remembers the first time they ever had sex. I was going out 
with this guy who was sort of a bad boy. I was the nice girl type and maybe 
that was where I went wrong. I was just a few years into college and all, 
working hard at school and a job and seeing him when I had free time. I 
thought it was love. I was so naive. He would do something nice and then 
pressure me to have sex as compensation. I realized after that he was 
selfish, but you know how hindsight is. By that time I had caved to his 
request.’

‘I remember it like it was yesterday. There was no foreplay, no love. I 
was on the bed underneath him and I felt my hymen being ripped apart. It 
hurt so badly. I had lost my virginity to an animal. I wasn’t at all wet but he 
didn’t give a damn. 15 minutes of hell later, I felt a gush of warm liquid in 
me and knew he had cum. I was just glad it was over. I let him rape me that 
day. Until today, I never had sex again.’

‘A few months later, I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t think it could 
happen on your first time. I couldn’t abort; it wasn’t the baby’s fault. I 
carried my daughter and, after a normal pregnancy, she was born.’

‘I’ve tried to do everything I can for my little girl, but despite my 
promises not to take things out on her, I’ve lost it a few times. I’ve wronged 
her and she has every right to be mad at me. I’ve never had the privilege of 
enjoying sex. I’ve always thought that was the curse of women, that they 
were just to lie there and put up with it until the man was done. Then if they 
were unlucky, or so I thought, they would bear his child. When I heard the 
ladies gossiping at work about their boyfriend or lover or husband’s 
performance the night before, and how much they had enjoyed or not 
enjoyed themselves, I began to think it must only be my curse.’

“You are not a horrible person, Julia,” I said. “You are beautiful, 
intelligent, and I’m sure your daughter appreciates you very much. You 
deserve the very best, and you should expect it. You’ve just had a very 
rough start. I want to help you turn that around if I can. I want to be the last 
person who has wronged you, and make no mistake I have wronged you.”

I wiped her tears away with the back of my hand. She was beautiful, 
with tears in her eyes or without. ‘You are one tough woman and at the 
same time so frail,’ I thought to myself. Cupping her chin in one hand, I 
kissed her lips ever so softly. She stirred a bit and I kissed her again, this 
time full on the mouth, my tongue seeking entrance to her soft lips. I 
thought I had failed her once again as she went limp in my arms, until she 
put her arms around my neck and opened her mouth for her first French kiss.

Julia was a remarkably fast learner. Our tongues fenced like Olympians, 
tangoed with the best dancers, wrestled to make the Greeks and Romans 
proud. It didn’t seem like she’d ever want to break our kiss, but after several 
very remarkable minutes, she pulled away with much heavier breathing than 
before.

It was a bit of a pity she was already naked. I figured kissing her 
wouldn’t be enough foreplay, and you can have so much fun stripping your 
lover, if you know how. Strip foreplay was out, but that didn’t matter as I 
kissed her neck and began devouring her breasts, a feast for the eyes and the 
mouth. They tasted kind of sweet actually. Julia moaned like a seasoned 
lover, rather than a near virgin schoolgirl, which was pretty close to what she 
was. It was all that I could do to pull myself away, what with her clutching 
my head to her bosom and the fact that she had some very tasty, very 
gorgeous tits.

Pull away I did, eventually. As I continued kissing her ribcage, then her 
abdomen, I could feel the heat building inside, building up for the moment I 
would enter not as a rapist or as a whore’s client; the next time I would have 
sex with her would be as a friend, next-door neighbor, boyfriend, or lover. I 
wouldn’t have to feel guilty anymore about taking pleasure from her body’s 
embrace. This was what I thought as I kissed down her pelvis down to her 
pubic mound.

Wanting to hold off her first orgasm a bit longer, I skipped over her 
clitoris, which should have been the next thing I kissed. Instead, I worked 
my way in a bit of a loop, down her left thigh, up the left inseam, down the 
right one, and up her right thigh. Then, and only then, did my mouth find 
her labia, which I kissed and nibbled affectionately, and my tongue darted 
and flicked over her clit and inside her now-moist twat.

‘Don’t kiss there! It’s dirty, and it’s a little embarrassing.’

“Really?” I said, not stopping in the slightest, “Is that really what you 
want?” My tongue made a long, slow stroke over her clit right after I 
finished.

‘Oh, god no! Don’t stop, I beg you. I’m sorry I’m so timid and you 
don’t seem to mind at all. In fact, I’d say you love it. God, I love it!’

She couldn’t see my face for my reply, but it was smiling contentedly. I 
still felt it was part of my penance for earlier, but also I wanted her to be 
able to gradually be able to trust men. Besides, what penitent had ever had 
such a pleasant punishment?

Another thought crossed my mind as Julia’s smooth legs wrapped 
around my head and she grabbed the sheets, now moaning sweetly rather 
than bitterly sobbing. I wondered if girls loved giving blowjobs as much as 
I enjoyed eating girls out. Most of the porn I’d seen, I’d skipped over the 
mandatory oral sex because watching it didn’t interest me. From what I had 
seen, it didn’t seem like it, but then they had to do it all the time. Some 
seemed like they might, but guys really did seem to derive more pleasure 
from eating their partners out. There was nothing that could make me try 
and please my girl more than looking up at her face, watching her expression 
change as her orgasm came and hit, as irresistible as an ant before a flood, 
washing away all thought except the desire for it never to end.

Right as I thought the word ‘came’, Julia did just that. Clutching the 
sheets fiercely in her hands, a tremor wracked her body as she had the first 
climax of her life. I never stopped licking her for a second, trying to 
increase her pleasure exponentially as I knew she was very tender and 
sensitive during this time.

After at least a full minute of mind-numbing orgasm, Julia’s convulsions 
subsided and her grip on my head loosened. Upon seeing Julia’s stunning 
finish, my cock was begging for an encore with her. I got on all fours and 
crept over her prone form until we were face-to-face, at which point Julia 
threw her arms around my neck, positively radiant.

“I think it’s time,” I said and it seemed she understood.

I reached for the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a fresh condom 
and made to put it on.

‘No, don’t do that, please. I want to feel everything inside me. I want to 
bear your child. I can say I bore the children of my two rapists.’

“That’s hardly fair. Don’t I have a say in the matter? Plus, you’re being 
mean.” I made a solemn, pouting face.

Julia giggled, which served to accentuate her femininity even more. ‘Of 
course you have a say in the matter. You can either fuck me, or not. It’s 
pretty simple. My first partner caused me nothing but pain, but I don’t 
regret having my daughter. She’s the one good thing that came out of that 
bad situation. You are my second partner, and though the first time I was 
less than a willing participant, I want to try again. You’re my ‘rapist who 
made me cum.’’

This time, Julia didn’t turn her face away. She settled into my arms and 
waited for me to penetrate her again.

‘I was a coward before. I couldn’t bear the thought of looking at you 
while you were enjoying yourself and I felt so miserable. All that’s changed 
now. You’ve shown me that I can enjoy sex, and that not all guys are 
assholes. I would be happy to bear the children of the man who took my 
virginity.’

“I think there’s a bit of a misunderstanding. Your daughter’s father took 
your virginity.”

‘You’re partially right. He took my physical cherry and I did have my 
innocence stolen in that way. You restored my innocence and trust in men. 
Now you’re going to take it and I’ll be a naughty girl who can enjoy sex 
equally with my partner. Do you want that honor or not?’

My hips answered for me, driving my shaft into Julia’s warm embrace 
for the second time that day. I wasn’t worried about causing her discomfort 
or pain anymore. With the little effort I had to expend to enter her, and the 
moisture surrounding me, there was no question that she was ready, although 
the fact her legs had wrapped around my back may have contributed as well.

I moved inside her slowly, savoring fucking a more mature woman’s 
tight pussy to the max. It really was incredible that she had had a kid. Even 
though she was under me, she didn’t just lie there like a more realistic blow-
up doll. If something was better one way than another, she wasn’t shy about 
mentioning it, nor I in indulging it.

‘Mm, I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow.’ She said it offhandedly. 

“I’m not that bad am I? You also had your cherry popped years ago so 
that cannot be the problem.”

Julia laughed. ‘No it’s not you. In fact, will you quit moving please? 
You’re making it hard to concentrate on what I’m trying to say.’

I had not stopped moving inside her when she’d started talking and I 
really had no intention of stopping. Maybe there was some sort of sadistic 
pleasure I found in watching her struggle to form her thoughts and words 
around a prolonged moan. I purposefully drove into her G-spot several 
times with the head of my cock as she writhed in pleasure.

‘Oh god that’s good. Fine, mm, anyway I was going to say that…. mm, 
I’m going to be sore because I wasn’t wet before.’

She said this in a rush, evidently trying to be heard before I poked her 
cum button again.

“That wasn’t so difficult was it?” I said as I kissed her.

‘You’re terrible! You did that on purpose.’ She was pouting a little. In 
an odd, childish sort of way, it was incredibly cute.

“Of course I did it on purpose. My purpose here is to make this as 
pleasant an experience as possible for you. But you really should have been 
wet before. You could have hurt yourself. Do you promise not to do it 
again?”

‘I promise not to whore my body as payment to my neighbor so that he 
won’t molest my daughter, especially when I’m not slick and wet like I am 
now. Can you finish the job, please? I’ve been on the edge, waiting for you 
to knock me up. Isn’t it every guy’s dream, to have the woman he’s fucking 
say she wants to bear his child and she wants to feel his cum deep inside her 
womb?’

“From virgin to whore in only a few hours, that must be a new record. 
Just kidding, just kidding. I would never have touched your daughter 
without permission even before all this, but aren’t you glad we’re doing it 
anyway?”

‘I’d be happier if you fulfilled my request, but at least I know my 
daughter is in safe hands.’

I could see she was getting impatient, especially since during this more 
serious conversation I had stopped my thrusting. I quickly resumed, feeling 
the need, no, the desire for release into such a receptive partner. Julia had 
lowered her legs from around my back; they were still on either side of me, 
soles planted firmly on the bed, a gesture I guessed was so I might pick up 
the pace, and picking up the pace was exactly what I had in mind. I liked 
going slow as much as the next guy, but I have limits. Julia was now in no 
condition to argue, no longer even able to try and push back to match my 
rapid rhythm.

It wasn’t long before I was spent. I collapsed on Julia sending wave 
upon wave upon wave of invaders coursing toward their target of creating a 
new life form. With all that sperm inside her, it wasn’t a question of sperm 
count, but whether she was capable of bearing children still. I knew I didn’t 
shoot blanks from the one time I had donated to the sperm bank on a dare.

Julia stirring beneath me interrupted these thoughts.

‘I think I passed out when you started shooting all that hot ‘baby juice’ 
inside me. I can almost feel our baby stirring inside me now, there’s just so 
much of it. Ooh, some is getting away.’

I got off of her and looked where my shaft had previously been. Sure 
enough, about a teaspoon of white was making its way to her asshole. I took 
my finger and helped it inside her back alley. Julia squirmed a little at the 
invasion and I guessed that earlier had been her first anal penetration. Today 
was truly a day of firsts!

‘Oh shit, shit, shit! I’ve got to be at work for a presentation in 10 
minutes. My makeup isn’t smeared is it?’

“It is actually. Probably ran together when you were crying earlier but 
I’m sure you’re the type of girl who looks just fine without it. Hold on, I’ll 
get you something to wash your face with.”

I returned quickly with a warm, wet washcloth and Julia quickly wiped 
her smeared makeup away and began to get dressed.

‘Where are my panties, and my bra?’ Julia asked in a panic.

“They’re right here. I’m going to keep them as a souvenir,” I said as I 
held them up.

‘But I can’t go to the meeting without them. It would be indecent of 
me,’ she said adamantly.

“No one’s going to look up your dress except me, and those tits of yours 
don’t really need a bra. You might actually have an easier sell because of it. 
Your clients won’t pay a lick of attention to what you say, but rather at what 
you look like.”

‘But I…. couldn’t,’ she finished lamely.

“Aren’t you going to be late? Oh, one more thing since you want to be 
so uptight about it. I’m going to give you a little bit of a challenge.”

I took a small camera attached to a strap and secured it around Julia’s 
upper thigh beneath her business skirt.

‘What’s this? Are you trying to steal our company secrets, or are you 
just a pervert?’ she asked in dismay.

I explained that the camera was to see if any cum leaked out during her 
presentation and that if she managed to hold it all in, I would reward her 
upon her return.

“Hadn’t you better go? Oh, and if you try and tamper with the camera, 
I’ll know. Good luck!”

I escorted her to the door, kissed her briefly, smacked her on the ass and 
said, “Knock ‘em dead”, and closed the door.

A few seconds later I heard a car door slam and an engine revving, then 
Julia’s car shot down the road toward the office. Now some real fun could 
begin. I made myself some coffee and sat down at the computer to monitor 
the camera remotely.

When people are alone, or think they are, they are more likely to express 
their thoughts vocally. It was about this time I regretted not sending a 
camera that had sound as well. I could hardly imagine what Julia would’ve 
been saying as she sped to her boss and whatever they were meeting about, 
but I’d gladly have eavesdropped.

Her legs started moving and I knew she was walking from her car to her 
destination. I watched as she started clenching up her pussy to counteract 
the forces of gravity that seemed hell-bent on draining my sperm from their 
host. For a second, a glint of white appeared but was sucked in almost 
immediately. I had the feeling she was trying to muscle all the cum deeper 
inside her, where the rest of her anatomy would make the job easier, and it 
looked like she was succeeding.

I continued to watch as Julia sat, probably at the place of this meeting 
and composed herself, crossing her legs and forcing the camera almost to 
kiss her vulva. Fifteen minutes later she was standing again, moving about a 
little and I surmised that she had to give a presentation to the clients on 
something. I really should have asked what she did for a living. An hour 
more passed and Julia began walking rapidly, perhaps to the car, and sat 
down again. I hadn’t seen any more runaway sperm that whole time.

Half an hour later, I heard Julia’s car tear into the driveway next door, the 
door slamming and running footsteps on my walkway.

‘I know you’re home, open up,’ came Julia’s raised voice and I left the 
computer, an image from my camera’s fixation upon Julia’s pussy still on 
the screen. I opened the door and Julia made her way into the house, but her 
heel caught on the doormat and she stumbled into me, knocking us both to 
the floor. My arms wrapped around her as we fell, attempting to shield her 
even though I was going to be the one who’d take the full force of the fall.

‘Are you okay?’ Julia asked in a concerned tone.

“It’s nothing a good night’s rest can’t cure.” I said, rubbing my butt.

‘I’m glad to hear it. Now can you please get this thing off me?’

I got up and helped Julia onto her feet. As she stepped out of her shoes 
and placed them by the door, I played dumb, asking “What thing? Where?”

‘You know full well what and where I’m talking about.’ She didn’t 
sound too mad, at least, not yet.

I ignored her and took her by the hand. I made a deliberate detour 
through the den on the way to the bedroom so she could see what I’d been 
viewing from my little camera.

‘I still can’t believe you made me do that. I’d never have expected that 
after what we did previously.’ I could hear indignation in her voice.

“I could sell the tape. I bet a lot of guys would pay for an up-skirt video 
of such a beautiful pussy as yours, especially seeing a glimpse of what 
almost leaked out. Do you really want a baby that badly?”

Julia had gone scarlet. I couldn’t yet tell if it was rage or embarrassment. 
‘You had better not sell that tape or else….’ Her voice trailed off.

“Relax. It was for our eyes only. I’ll delete it if you want. You 
shouldn’t be so embarrassed about your body. I bet many women would die 
to have your body, even just part of it. You have it all, and if your guy says 
that your private areas look nice, it really is a compliment. He’s not being a 
pervert. Chances are that it might lead to pleasant things. As for the baby 
bit, I think I already know the answer to that one, a resounding yes. The 
way you sucked in my sperm when you felt it leaking out and this too.” As I 
said the word ‘this’, I pushed my middle finger inside her tight cunt. “See, 
not a drop of white. It’s just your juices. I’ll bet little Julia is already 
counting down the days to her delivery.”

‘It could be a little Aaron too, or maybe multiple babies.’

“It could be, but I have one more thing I want to do before I take the 
camera off. Don’t worry. No one will ever see it except us. I’ll give you 
the master copy to show you I’m not lying.”

‘But you could have made a copy while I was gone and hidden it 
somewhere. How do I know you didn’t?’ She was looking directly at me, 
attempting to discern whether or not I was being 100% truthful.

“You’re a smart lass. You’re right. I could have done that. A lot of guys 
would pay to see a video looking up your skirt, maybe your boss.”

‘She’s not a lesbian,’ Julia interrupted.

“There are other reasons to pay for such a piece of footage,” I continued. 
“That video pales in comparison to what we’re about to film.”

‘I don’t like the sound of that. It sounds ominous.’ There was no 
mistaking the worry in her voice.

“It’s a good omen,” I assured her, though she seemed unconvinced.

I slid my hand up her thighs, replacing the camera with another 
cylindrical camera, this one capable of recording sound.

“Now, I think I’ll film you masturbating and maybe a few other things.” 

‘You will do no such thing. I’ve never masturbated before. It’s dirty. I 
would never let you anyway.’

“I think you will. Besides, I’ll teach you. I know enough about how to 
make you feel good, don’t I?” I let the question hang in the air, and finally 
she nodded.

I explained the basics to her, where her clit was, the G-spot’s location, all 
that any girl who’s experimented with her body would already know. It felt 
weird being a guy and helping a female find her clit. Wasn’t it supposed to 
be the other way around? I also mentioned that this video was themed, so 
when I decided to have fun with her too, she would call me ‘boss’. She 
took it all in and nodded that she understood.

I sat down in my office chair and pulled Julia onto my lap, facing away 
from me. She spread her legs apart on my command and I placed mine over 
them to keep them from closing when she came, but they were in such a 
position that the camera’s limited scope would not pick them up.

“Shall we begin?” I picked up a remote and powered the camera on. 
Tentatively she began touching and prodding the places I told her would feel 
the best and gradually her reservations on self-loving melted away. Now she 
was using two fingers to hold her pink lips apart and was shoving two more 
fingers from her other hand deep inside her, oblivious to the watchful eye of 
the camera on her leg. This was going to be one hell of a movie!

Julia really was a fast learner. In no time at all, she was groaning and 
moaning like nothing else. It was all I could do to stop myself from joining 
in at some point during this rousing performance. As she came down from 
her endorphin trip, I decided it was time to implement stage two.

“That was some show, Julia,” I said, bringing her out of her reverie.

‘Boss! Were you there this whole time?’ She feigned surprise like a 
seasoned actress, not the porn kind; I thought she should have become one, 
personally. She could have been a porn star too, and I was sort of making 
her a private one, but I couldn’t stomach other men having their way with 
her. Aki was mine and Julia was mine. They were not throwaway flings. 
They were special enough that I didn’t want to share.

“Nope, not the whole time. I heard some noise and came to check on you 
and found a 5-course, sumptuous feast for the eyes. How could I not watch 
when my beautiful secretary has her fingers buried in her eager little cunt? 
May I join you?”

‘You want to masturbate too? Sorry, but I don’t think that would be 
much of a turn-on.’

“You’re already turned on by something and I already had something 
else in mind.”

I buried two of my fingers inside Julia, right beside her own two. She 
bucked her hips at this invasion, intensely turned on by both of our hands 
having their way with her. The fact that one of my hands was kneading and 
caressing and teasing her breasts heightened her enjoyment still more.

After yet another intense climax, possibly more so than the last, it was 
time to try something a little more naughty. Taking the camera from the 
holder on her leg, I pushed it deep into her slick hole.

‘Who would have thought my boss was so naughty? What if someone 
sees us?’ It seemed like a rhetorical question, but I answered anyway.

“What does it matter if someone sees us? I can’t fire myself, can I? If 
you’re worried about it though, I’ll stop.”

‘No, please don’t. I beg you. And I’m sure you won’t fire me for this so 
please don’t stop. It’s so damn good. I want more.’ It seemed she’d gotten 
the hang of the nasty talk.

“I’m surprised you can talk at all when I’m banging away at you like this. 
Some women seem to lose their capacity to speak as the pleasure increases. 
Of course I’m not going to fire you. Hell, you’ll probably get a raise. 
You’ve certainly given me one.”

‘Are you going to fuck me too? I know you’re ready. I can feel it 
against me.’ She sounded hopeful.

“Wouldn’t that be pushing the boundaries a bit? Sexual harassment is a 
big deal these days. If it isn’t a problem though, I will.”

‘Unwanted attention is sexual harassment. You passed the borders three 
or four orgasms ago. I can’t remember it all; it’s a whirl of pleasure in my 
mind. I want it bad. I want to feel my boss’s cock inside me. I’ll be the 
best, most obedient secretary you’ve ever had. Just please fuck me.’ The 
girl really could win an Oscar, a porn star Oscar, but an Oscar nonetheless.

A minute or so later, I became quite glad that this camera had a strap, 
which happened to be around my wrist, for Julia had a more forceful orgasm 
and sucked the camera inside farther. When her spasms slackened, I pulled 
the dripping wet camera from her box and showed it to her.
 “Who would have thought my little secretary Julia was such a nasty little 
girl? Look at all this! It’s a good thing this chair isn’t leather.” I came off a 
little harsher than I’d planned, but Julia took it in stride.

‘If I’m so nasty, you can leave. Miss out on an opportunity to fuck your 
fine, willing, young secretary’s brains out and see if I care. I won’t give you 
a second chance.’ Julia certainly knew how to turn impatience into irritation 
for the viewers, even though there would only be two of them.

“I didn’t get where I am now by letting opportunity pass me by,” I said. 
“I’m going to give you what you want. Are you sure you’re ready?”

Julia, it seemed, had reached her snapping point. Pushing my legs from 
off her own, she turned herself around and straddled me as if we really were 
in an office chair. After fiddling with my zipper a bit, she managed to free 
my dick and promptly hid the entire length inside her. I groaned as she did 
so, quite pleased with how things were turning out. Honestly, what straight 
man wouldn’t be?

She glided up and down almost effortlessly, a bit like a piston in an 
engine, arms wrapped around my neck, body snugly against my own. She 
was taking it so slowly that I had the sneaking suspicion she wanted me to 
take charge and act more like the boss I was supposed to be, but I had no 
intentions of doing that just yet. She went at it for 15 minutes before I blew 
a fountain of sperm inside her waiting baby oven, holding her hips against 
mine with Julia just beginning an orgasm of her own.

To give a full account of the night’s activities could probably fill a book. 
Suffice it to say that I’d bent her over a desk, done her on the desk, a table 
large enough to be a conference table and in the guest room, which looked a 
bit like a hotel a business executive and his secretary might just spend a 
night in. There was so much sperm in her that she could no longer hold it in. 
A pretty steady stream was making its way down her leg, picked up by the 
camera still managing to cling lovingly to her upper inside thigh. I figured 
we had quite enough footage for a miniature porn epic.

“I knew I made a good choice hiring you. You’re going to be my 
secretary for a very long time, unless you decide to leave our company. 
Here’s a cash advance on that raise.” I pulled ten crisp hundred-dollar bills 
from my wallet and plastered them to her wet thighs, camera capturing every 
second of the procedure.

‘Thanks, boss! I won’t let you down. I’m still committed to being the 
most loyal, obedient secretary you could ever ask for. I will enjoy serving 
under you very much, I think.’ She winked at me, knowing the camera 
couldn’t pick it up.

“Such exuberance, such vivacity. At any rate, I think the workday is 
done. You may go.”

‘Yes, boss. See you tomorrow,’ came her cheery, tired reply.

I turned the camera off and set it aside. We had ended the night/early 
morning in the guest bedroom, the one that looked like a hotel room, and 
after I had set the camera/makeshift dildo on the nightstand, Julia nestled in 
my arms like a child in the arms of their mother or father.

“I don’t think we should show our children the director’s cut of the 
making of them, do you?”

She giggled. ‘No, I really don’t think we should. May I keep the tape to 
watch when I’m away in my hotel room next week?’

“Of course you may. Do you want to borrow the camera too?”

‘I think a small cucumber might be closer to your size for a dildo, but I’ll 
take it in case I want to make a video of me masturbating while watching the 
making of baby Aaron or baby Julia, or maybe I’ll do a striptease.’

“I trust your directing and casting skills, my dear. I hope your trip goes 
well.”

‘Hold on a second. I need to call my real boss and call in sick. I’m so 
tuckered out from the night I can’t bring myself to go to the office.’

She left the bedroom and I could hear muffled conversation coming from 
where I guess she’d left her purse. With her arrival the night before, I hadn’t 
noticed these sorts of details.

A few minutes later she returned to the bedroom and climbed in beside 
me.

‘It’s all sorted out. She figured I’d be preparing for the trip anyway so 
she wasn’t really expecting me to show up,’ she said as I drew her close for 
a bit of needed cuddling, the type with spontaneous kisses and small 
squeezes that makes you feel closer to that person somehow. A few minutes 
of this and our exhausted bodies gave in to the embrace of sleep.

The following week flew by like a speeding freight train as time 
inexorably does. Julia stopped in regularly for fill-me-ups, apparently 
stocking up for her time away from me. She cried in my arms the night 
before she had to go; I comforted her as best I could. I really am a sucker 
for a damsel in distress. Even though Aki had been my first, and she still 
had her claim on me, Julia felt more like how I thought a lover would be 
like. Aki was more like a sort of fallback girl, a call girl if you will.

At about 9:00 the next morning, I heard the doorbell ring. Julia’s 
daughter, the one I’d seen only once before, was standing on my doorstep, 
two suitcases sitting behind her. I opened the door and ushered her in, 
carrying her suitcases to the guest room. Fortunately, I’d washed the sheets 
and hidden all evidence of her mother’s and my bedroom trysts already.

“My name is Aaron, but perhaps your mother already told you that. You 
can use this room while you’re here. You have your own bathroom next 
door. We passed the kitchen on the way in. I’m not much of a cook, so you 
might be better fixing your own food. At any rate, I’ve got plenty of 
microwave dinners and cereal and ramen. Living room’s not too far away 
from the kitchen. My room is just down the hall a ways. If you need 
anything, holler.”

‘Well, I want to know more about you. Can we go to the living room 
and chat? Sorry, my name is Jennifer.’

“That’s a nice name. Sure, we can go sit in the living room if you’d like. 
You sure you wouldn’t rather watch TV?”

‘I’m sure. I can watch that any old day. I want the answer to a few 
questions.’

I led the way to the living room, she taking the couch that her mother had 
occupied during her first visit, I again in the reclining chair. It felt a bit like 
déjà vu. I began surveying Jennifer sitting there which she didn’t seem to be 
at all uncomfortable with. She had red hair like liquid copper, or a sunset 
spun into fibers. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her body like a 
child hugs a stuffed animal. The fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra was 
immediately apparent and there was really no need for one. Her breasts 
were still smaller than her mother’s, but I thought they might in time surpass 
them. As it stood now, they would already be quite cramped in a large 
teacup.

I chanced a look at her face. She was taking it all in stride, a small smile 
even playing at the corners of her mouth. She had a very nice mouth with 
pretty, reddish lips. Her face looked gentle and soft, as if she were a very 
kind person. Her brown eyes twinkled as they met mine and her soft voice 
broke the silence.

‘I’m sorry I haven’t been very neighborly. I’m sort of shy and the 
moment I saw you, my heart leapt. You are pretty easy on the eyes, you 
know. But I figured I could never have you since I’m too young and I’ve 
seen a girl going into your house on occasion. I guess she’s your girlfriend. 
You don’t seem to come out of your house too much sometimes. I hope you 
aren’t looking at all sorts of weird porn.’

I laughed. “No, no, it’s not like that. I’m a gamer and I spend a lot of 
time playing games, chatting with friends. Come to think of it, I met a girl 
named Jennifer online doing it. What a coincidence!”

She sat up really straight at these words. ‘Did she tell you about any 
special way of knowing her if you two ever met?’

“Come to think of it, she kind of did. She doesn’t like her name Jennifer. 
She prefers Ginny. It’s a personal preference. She has her friends call her 
that.”

As I finished, Jennifer flung herself into my arms, and those lips I had 
been admiring earlier pressed against my own, preventing me from saying 
anything for a full minute. Tears were streaming down her face, but these 
were tears of joy. When her lips broke from mine, I drew a breath to speak, 
but she beat me to it.

‘Everything I said was true. I did think of you as an older brother, but 
you became more than that. You were a best friend, but I wanted more. I 
know it seems selfish and it’s still possible you’ll never think of me like that, 
but I got to meet you and you get to make a choice. Will you reject me on 
the basis of statutory rape laws, or will you make a young girl’s dreams 
come true and say that such laws only apply to coerced or non-consensual 
intercourse?’ She seemed to be steeling herself for the worst, her mouth 
was drawn in a tight line and I knew that one answer would leave her 
sobbing on my chest.

“I don’t lie either. I’ve always wished you the best, for happiness, 
prosperity, whatever your heart desired. You are incredibly dear to me. If 
I’m what will make you happiest, I have no objections.” Ginny beamed at 
me from my lap as I put my arms around her and held her close. When next 
she kissed me, the kiss was mutual.

‘I have so much I want to do and talk about big brother, and only a week 
to do it in.’ Ginny gave a little sigh, though it seemed almost content. The 
fact that I hadn’t spurned her seemed to have brightened her mood 
considerably, even when she was still being serious.

‘Do you think I’m attractive?’ Ginny asked quite suddenly.

“You’re definitely the cutest freshman I’ve ever seen. I’d want you even 
if it meant jail time. You could be a model.” She was positively glowing 
now.

‘Do you mean a girl’s clothing line model, a swimsuit model, or a nude 
model?’ This answer was as easy as the first. It was a pity all of school 
wasn’t so easy.

“I’m sure you could be all of them if you wanted, though getting 
published as a nude model or even possibly a swimsuit model might be 
borderline taboo to some companies.”

‘I don’t want to model for a stuffy company. I want to model for you. 
Would you like to see what you’re working with?’ I nodded.

‘I think you’d enjoy it more if you were the one stripping me, don’t 
you?’ She grinned mischievously at me and I couldn’t help but think she 
had everything planned to the last detail.

I decided indulging her couldn’t hurt. I grabbed her cute, round butt in 
both hands and squeezed a moment before hooking my fingers under the 
edge of her dress and slowly lifting. It seemed she’d decided to forgo 
panties as well because as the hem lifted higher and higher, nothing could be 
seen but smooth, firm flesh. Half a minute of slow unwrapping later and my 
suspicions that she wasn’t wearing a brassiere either were confirmed. There 
she was, reclining on my chest, fully nude, the girl who’d fallen in love with 
me in Ohio and wanted to make love to me in Hawaii.

Ginny smiled at me, as if this were an ordinary, everyday experience 
when I knew it wasn’t for either of us. ‘This isn’t so bad, is it? You seem 
quite cooperative, if not yet altogether enthusiastic. Let’s turn things up a 
notch.’

I had no idea what she had in mind, but she didn’t make me wait long. 
Deftly rolling over onto her back, she placed my hands over her breasts, a 
perfect fit, her nipples just protruding a bit between my fingers. Apparently 
one of my assumptions had been wrong about her: she was quite as big as 
her mother. The dress had apparently flattened them a bit, but I hadn’t been 
wrong about the shape, firm and lovely to behold. She reached above her 
head, thrusting her chest out a bit as her arms pulled my head down to kiss 
her.

It was too much for me to resist any longer. My hands were soon 
caressing Ginny’s sumptuous mounds with reckless abandonment. She 
seemed to be perfectly at ease as I fondled her, her tongue seeking refuge in 
my mouth like an eel in its cave. I hugged her chest close to me, which 
straightened her back and broke our kiss.

She was panting slightly, and I saw moisture glistening on her pretty little 
legs as she asked, ‘Now do you believe me, that it’s okay, that this is what I 
really want?’

I didn’t answer this time, but rather rubbed the moisture into her skin 
with one hand and caressed her bald snatch with the other. As my fingers 
passed over her clit, they slipped a bit and pressed against her hymen. She 
jumped and shouted, ‘No, not yet!’ Startled, I pulled my hand back.

‘Sorry if I sounded a bit cross,’ she said sheepishly, then continued ‘it’s 
just I have my own ideas of how I want my first time to be like. Do you like 
that I waxed for you?’ I did very much, and I couldn’t have hid it even if I’d 
lied. ‘I don’t want to lose my virginity to your fingers. You can finger me 
all you want some other time, just not now. Everything else I think will be 
fine.’

“So then my cleaning of the guest bedroom was a waste? You aren’t 
going to use it?”

‘Of course it wasn’t a waste. It’s clean now, isn’t it? But I don’t have 
any plans now to sleep in a room apart from you. Maybe I won’t let you 
sleep at all.’ She said this with a devilish little wink. The thought struck me 
that I had a virgin nymphomaniac on my hands, but I dismissed it as 
impossible quite promptly.

‘You never did show me where we’re going to sleep, the master 
bedroom. Won’t you show me now?’ I knew she had ulterior motives, but 
it didn’t really matter now. I picked her up and carried her, much like a 
groom carrying his bride across the threshold. This prospect seemed to 
delight her. Ginny wrapped her arms around my neck, snuggling closer to 
me as I walked with her.

On reaching my bedroom, I laid my angelic next-door neighbor on my 
bed. She lay there, drinking the sights of the room in before speaking. 

‘This is perfect for my wedding night. Don’t you think so?’

“Sure I do. Would you like to use it when you do marry?” I was getting 
more used to these odd verbal ejaculations from her. I thought I knew what 
she meant this time, but was having fun teasing her.

‘I meant for tonight, silly. I can’t legally marry you without mom’s 
consent since I’m a minor. Would you marry me if she gave it though? 
Would you consider me your wife, even if she didn’t?’

“Of course I would. Anything you desired, I would do it for you, Mrs. 
Jennifer Summers.” I smiled at her obvious approval of the term.

‘I’ve been saving myself for you, Mr. Aaron Summers. Now that you’ve 
unwrapped me, would you like to play with your present? I’m your 
Aphrodite, your nectar and ambrosia, your gift from the gods. I’ll be the 
genie that makes all your naughty little cravings come true.’ I didn’t really 
have any particularly odd naughty cravings, but what did it matter? Maybe 
one day this wedding night might be legally so.

I joined Ginny on the bed, she snuggling against me as our lips met 
briefly. The warmth from her nubile, nude body was comforting and quite 
arousing, to say the least. The thought that I was breaking my promise with 
Julia flashed through my head, but I dismissed it on the grounds that I’d said 
“I’d never touch her without her permission” and not “I won’t lay a finger 
on her”. Besides, what happens between two married people in their own 
bedroom is their business, even if we weren’t legally bound to each other.

Ginny stirred in my arms and said softly, ‘Be gentle with me, baby. You 
know you’re my first.’ Then in an undertone, ‘And I’d have been yours if I 
hadn’t convinced Aki to give you a chance.’

Well, she was partly right. I would have been her first sexual partner if 
Aki hadn’t beaten her to it, or Julia. Since time travel is impossible, there 
was no way for me to go back and see all outcomes from one decision. Now 
was not the time to bring it up though, and if Ginny had any idea what her 
mother and I were doing that long, long night, she didn’t mention it either.

I began kissing my way from her lips down to those pretty, petite tits of 
hers, mouth already watering at the thought of suckling them. Ginny’s 
breathing became slower, more ragged. Apparently the thought of she and I 
in such a position was enough of a turn on to do so. The thought that she 
might just be more fun than her mother and Aki combined flashed through 
my head, and this time I did not dismiss it outright.

“Have you ever masturbated before?” I asked Ginny in a casual tone.

She blushed a little before answering. ‘I tried once or twice when I was 
talking to you, but I never had anything like they describe in magazines. I 
don’t think I ever actually had an orgasm. I don’t think I was doing it right. 
My daydream about you was very, very arousing. That couldn’t have been 
it.’

I smiled and said, “Well, Mrs. Summers,” before Ginny interrupted me.

‘Oh, say it again. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing it.’ I 
couldn’t refuse her, so I complied.

“As I was saying before you interrupted me, Mrs. Summers, I feel 
privileged that I get the chance to be your first on two counts: your first 
sexual experience and your first orgasm. I won’t stop until I make you cum 
at least once. I hope I’ll see you do it several times tonight. Sometime later, 
I could teach you to masturbate.” I almost added, “Like I did with your 
mother” but stopped just in time. I lowered my head to one of her breasts 
and started sucking on it.

Ginny’s change of expression was immediate. As my tongue and teeth 
caressed her tender pink nipple, she moaned and wrapped her arms around 
my neck so I couldn’t escape if I’d tried, even though I never would have 
dreamed of it. She seemed extremely sensitive for some reason, more so 
than seemed normal for one so young. The clitoris was supposed to be the 
best part of a girl’s anatomy to play with. Ginny clearly didn’t know what 
was going through my head, and apparently had no idea of female 
anatomical rules as the next two words from her mouth knocked me 
figuratively on my ass. ‘I’m…cumming,’ she said, moaning and arching 
her back in order to cram as much of her breast into my mouth as she 
possibly could. Not one to stop with just one orgasm, I repeated the process 
with the other breast until the same result was achieved.

‘That was incredible! It totally didn’t feel that good when I tried 
fingering myself.’ She apparently had caught her breath enough to form 
coherent sentences.

‘But Ginny darling, that’s not normal. Girls usually don’t cum from 
having their breasts stimulated. Usually the sensitive part is their clitoris, 
right here.’ I stroked her little pink love button softly and she squealed in 
delight.

‘So I’m special? I bet you’re glad you married me then. I bet you liked 
that just as much as I did.’

I nodded. She was right on all 3 counts.

Having had a taste of playing with her little clit, I wanted a taste of her 
pussy. I laid her back on the bed and brought my face level with her slit. 
Ginny moved her legs further apart to allow me to get in with my head. She 
had a pussy shaped almost exactly like a nectarine’s cleft, for it was hairless, 
smooth and rounded. I thought that, if I bit it, all the juices would leak out. 
Upon closer inspection, her hymen had words written on it. I had no idea 
how she had done it, but unmistakably the phrase ‘Property of Aaron’ was 
etched there.

Eating Ginny out was better than I could possibly have imagined. It 
didn’t take long to realize that she was multi-orgasmic. If we could have 
gone on like that forever, I don’t think either of us would have ever 
complained. She had the sweetest little cunt I’d ever eaten out, better than 
Aki and Julia combined. I had a feeling that Ginny was just better, period.

Ginny brought me back to reality with a bit of a jolt. ‘You stopped 
licking, baby. It’s ok though. I want to do something else anyway.’ Sitting 
up slowly, she raised my face from her tight, leaking twat to her mouth and 
kissed me deeply. At the same time, she reached for my zipper and let my 
pants fall to the ground. She squealed her approval of my cock’s size and 
rigidity through her French kiss.

‘I feel bad. Here I’m having the time of my life and you haven’t even 
cum once. Let me help you relieve the pressure a bit.’ I protested that I was 
having fun too, just watching and pleasuring her, but Ginny would have 
none of it. She insisted that I let her have her way and, being the guy I am, I 
gave in.

I watched her as she knelt on the floor in front of me, thinking in my 
head that she was going to go for a blowjob. It seemed the logical 
explanation. After all, it gets drilled into the head early enough that that’s 
what pleases guys almost as much as sex. I looked down as my cock was 
enveloped in soft velvet and I knew I was in for a treat. I’d never gotten a 
titty-fuck from Aki or Julia before, and indeed the softness around me was 
Ginny’s tasty, ticklish tits, squished around my member and now 
slowly working themselves up and down.

Watching Ginny cum so many times had really turned me on, and the 
feeling of those breasts escalated the pleasure building up inside. A virtual 
tsunami of pleasure arrived as another tsunami bathed Ginny’s young breasts 
in hot, sticky spunk.

‘There’s so much…so hot. It’s running down my breasts…all over my 
breasts. But your cock is so hard and warm. I wonder if I’ll like it this 
much when you do me, because if so, then I think I’ll enjoy it very much. I 
do hope I didn’t drain you dry just yet.’ She scraped some of my sperm off 
of her breasts with her finger and then sucked it off. ‘It’s not really as bad 
as most girls say it is. Maybe it’s putting a guy’s penis in their mouth that 
they really don’t like.’ Ginny cleaned the rest of each breast in much the 
same way, sucking her fingers noisily.

When she had finished cleaning herself, my sexy little wife laid back on 
the bed with a smile. I knew it would take getting used to and if her mom 
found out, it might not last, but I liked the thought anyway. ‘We can’t very 
well be man and wife if we don’t consummate the marriage. I’ve been 
saving myself for this night. I want you to be the one who makes me a 
woman.’

I smiled at her. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re more woman than 
most,” I said as I removed the rest of my clothes and got on my hands and 
knees, crawling forward on the bed until Ginny was right beneath me. She 
wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed against me, shaking like a 
leaf.

In a small, trembling voice she said, ‘I’m scared. I love you so much and 
I want you so much and I know it won’t be as bad as having your children 
will be but…’ It seemed she couldn’t finish whatever she was going to say.

“Hush, I can’t do anything about the pain of having your cherry popped, 
but I can do everything in my power not to strain you too much afterwards. 
Don’t kill me for this, but maybe Aki wasn’t such a bad thing if it taught me 
how to treat being your first.”

She loosened her tight grip around my neck and told me, ‘I’ll be brave 
for you. I’ll try not to cry like Aki did. I’m Aaron Summers’ wife after all, 
Mrs. Ginny Summers. I don’t want to ruin the honeymoon. We’re in 
Hawaii for crying out loud. Besides, having your babies will hurt much 
worse.’

Before I knew it, my hard rod was pressed up against the flower of her 
pussy, waiting for her to give me the okay. She took a deep breath then 
nodded her consent. Slowly my penis pressed against her pink hymen, the 
gift she had reserved especially for me. It was flattering to be sure, having a 
girl saving herself just for you. On the other hand, I didn’t like the idea of 
hurting her. By now, the membrane keeping her a virgin was as tight as the 
hide on a drum. I focused all my attention to breaking it and not breaking 
Ginny at the same time. One more firm push and I was inside; it was done. 
Ginny was really my wife now.

I took a look at the situation again. There was a thin ring of scarlet 
around the shaft joining us as man and wife. She hadn’t bled much at least. 
Ginny’s lip was white where she’d bitten it, but she hadn’t cried or even 
whimpered though the pain. I pulled out so I could clean her up a bit. The 
bit of blood on her white legs seemed like an obscene, blasphemous stain so 
I wiped it away with a warm, wet washcloth I brought from the master 
bathroom then joined her in bed again.

“Let’s give you a bit of a breather before we continue, honey” I said 
while coddling her. “Of course, if you’d rather not, it’s understandable.”

‘I’m not done with you yet. Besides, you did Aki right after puncturing 
her, didn’t you?’ Then Ginny said in an undertone, ‘Really don’t know why 
I did it, introducing her. Her emailing me back was like rubbing salt into the 
wounds.’

I had to do something to make her feel better, that much was obvious, so 
I said, “I bet Aki didn’t tell you that she cried like a baby when her cherry 
broke. She loved the fucking after it, but she sobbed her eyes out and 
begged me to stop through the pain.”

Her expression changed immediately. ‘You mean it? She really cried 
like that?’ Well, it wasn’t strictly true, but I nodded. ‘So I’m braver than 
her. I didn’t make a peep, even though it hurt. I’m better than her at one 
more thing.’

“The way I see it, you’re 14 times better at everything,” and with that 
said, I caressed her little clit and as her expression changed once again into 
the blissful rapture of the lover’s higher plane, she told me it was okay if I 
reentered her.

Neither of us managed to last very long. Ginny was incredibly tight and 
I’d been holding out for what seemed like ages since unleashing my first 
load across her chest and she was clearly turned on by the fact I was inside 
her, where she’d longed for me to be for oh so long. As I made to pull out, 
Ginny protested.

‘No baby, don’t do that. I want to feel it all inside me, wanted it for so 
long. If I were an older wife, you wouldn’t pull out, would you? I don’t 
mind, honestly. Don’t be mad, but I’m not on the pill. I thought that if I 
only got one chance to make love to you, maybe you might give me your 
baby too. I hope you don’t hate me for it.’

There was no way I could and I assured her of that. My balls were 
screaming at having the semen pent up inside for so long, and after all, she 
was my wife now, even if not yet legally. As Ginny drained every drop of 
sperm from me, I rolled to the side and, holding her close to my chest, we 
fell asleep, quite spent.

I dreamt the most wonderful dream that night. I dreamed of Ginny 
wearing a white wedding dress, holding my arm. She was absolutely 
stunning. Aki and Julia were on the bride’s side of the church, not a dry eye 
between the two of them. When it came to the part about the wedding night, 
it turned from a wonderful dream to a marvelously wet dream. But it didn’t 
feel like most wet dreams, and I thought I’d been thoroughly drained last 
night. What made me realize it to be real was a soft little giggle nearby and 
a weight on my hips.

The sight that met my eyes as I opened my eyes nearly made me wet 
myself. Ginny was straddling me like a cowgirl, and she certainly looked 
the part. She had on all white suede leather: white hat, white boots, white 
skirt and a white vest. What a vest it was too! It had no buttons and looked 
like it would fall open if she bent over, exposing the half of each breast now 
hidden from my view, which is exactly what happened next as she leaned 
over to kiss me and be held.

‘You’re so responsive, dearest. It didn’t take much to get you up, and 
once I was on, I got you off with just the muscles inside me. I didn’t know 
you had anything left after last night.’ She seemed in a playful mood and I 
had the impression she could probably seduce anything if she tried.

“I was having a dream about our wedding and our wedding night and it 
all came true. Well, the cowgirl part wasn’t in my dream.” I wasn’t at all 
disappointed. How could I be? She was beautiful, she was impulsive and 
surprising and I loved her more every second.

“But it’s not really fair that I had all the fun this morning. You didn’t 
cum at all.”

‘You never change, do you? Not that I’m going to complain, but after all 
the times I did yesterday and you didn’t, I think it’s perfectly fair.’ She sat 
up and threw back her hair, in the process squeezing her cunt muscles and 
sending me over the edge once again. If this kept up, we’d be in bed all day!

Half an hour later, I got up to make some breakfast for the two of us. 
Ginny had insisted on me fucking her doggy-style so she could feel how it 
would be like to be a horse. I smiled as I put butter and jam on pieces of 
toast and started cooking tater tots and sausages. Maybe it wasn’t the most 
romantic first breakfast, but I had the rest of the week at least to be close to 
Ginny. I put everything on a platter and went back into the bedroom.

She was lying just as I’d left her, a smile on her face and an arm behind 
her head, hair splayed in a graceful fan behind her. Every time her pussy 
twitched, a new glob of my cum would flow from her pussy, down the crack 
of her ass, and then onto the bed. As we ate, we talked all about ourselves, 
learning more of each other’s little secrets. When we were finished, I began 
cleaning up. I knew at this rate it wouldn’t be long before we had to wash 
the sheets too.

“Ginny, dear” I called out.

‘Yes, my stud’ came her soft reply.

“Would you like to take a shower and clean up?”

‘As long as you’re in it. I think it’ll be much more romantic if we 
shower together, don’t you?’ She was standing now in the doorway of the 
kitchen, directly behind me. I hadn’t even heard her walk up. She was still 
naked (as was I), and a thin line of ‘mayonnaise’ was trailing down her leg, 
completely unnoticed, except by me.

Showering with my young wife was romantic. There’s just something 
about washing each other’s bodies that promotes intimacy. The fact that 
Ginny was so sensitive in more areas than her clit made our shower seem 
like those Herbal Essence shampoo commercials, a truly ‘organic’ 
experience. After she was quite clean, she looked at me with a look that 
said, ‘Make me feel dirty again’ as she turned to face the showerhead and 
grasped it in both hands. “You sure are a wet one!” I said. She turned her 
head to look at me as if to say, ‘Just fuck me, you naughty, naughty boy.’ 
I’d always wanted to take an hour-long shower and what an excuse to do so 
this was!

The week flew by quickly. By the end of it, Ginny and I had made love 
in every room of her house and mine. She had other costumes such as a 
maid and a schoolgirl uniform. The maid one was appropriate for when she 
was cleaning her house (she insisted on calling me master or sir during the 
whole cosplay), and Ginny wasn’t wearing the first schoolgirl outfit I’d 
soiled, though she did make it seem more real than Aki had.

On our last morning together, we were lying in bed together after 3 
rounds of very vigorous and satisfying sex. She had her little bottom up in 
the air as she lay on top of me, apparently savoring the feel of our 
lovemaking inside her a little longer. She’d told me she was trying to make 
up for lost time, for when she was in Ohio and, just in case when she told her 
mother, that Julia went ballistic. I’d have eloped with her any day and I told 
her so. As fate would have it, our lovey-dovey moment was about to be 
brought to an end not by Julia, but by Aki.

As we were in bed, kissing those soft kisses lovers can make so romantic, 
I heard the front door open and Aki’s voice. Ginny and I froze, expecting 
the worst, and it came. Aki appeared at the doorway seconds later and the 
change of expression in her face was immediate. She went from a happy, 
hopeful-looking young lady into a fit of rage.

‘What are you doing with that whore? Didn’t I mean anything to you? 
And…and. You’re a…you’re a pedophile!’ She said the last three words 
quickly, as if she were going to choke on them if they stayed in her mouth 
too long.

Ginny looked confused as to whether or not she should be angry, or cry. 
Both looked imminent to me. She was biting her lip and I knew that my 
beautiful young wife must have a temper when riled. I shushed her with one 
finger and mouthed, “I’ll handle it.”

“Aki I realize what this looks like, but you jump to conclusions too fast. 
I know you were faithful to me all that time, and the fact that I, in your eyes, 
am cheating on you makes you angry. However, calling Ginny a whore was 
uncalled for, especially after all she’s done for you. Ginny was the one who 
introduced you to me. It really pained her to let you take my virginity. 
Second, Ginny is my wife. Not yet legally, but when her mother consents, 
we’ll do it properly. Aki, ima wa ayamatte yo.” (Aki, apologize now!)

Aki hesitated a moment then slowly she bowed deeply to the bed and 
said in apology, ‘Sumimasen. Moshiwake arimasen deshita.’ (I'm sorry. I have no excuse.)

She had apologized in Japanese fashion, which worked for me since I 
understood the meaning behind the actions. By extension though, paining 
Ginny pained me as well, and while Japanese apologies are very humbling, 
she needed more discipline.

I whispered to Ginny what I planned to do next so she wouldn’t be too 
shocked. She told me that she knew I had a good reason for everything I did 
and that she would trust my judgement.

“Aki, I want you to learn a lesson, and apologizing isn’t going to cut it. I 
want you to learn how hurtful words can be. You’re not going to like it; I 
can assure you of that. Take your clothes off.”

She looked at me inquiringly before she began taking her clothes off 
slowly. I knew everything that was going to happen in the next timeframe, 
and I already knew what Aki looked like naked, but the way she was taking 
her clothes off still made me rock-hard.

Ginny, acting on my previously whispered instructions, had gotten off of 
me when Aki had started her striptease. She was on all fours at the head of 
the bed like the sexy little vixen she is, back arched so that none of my cum 
would leak out of her.

It was fortunate I’d had a custom bed made for the house. Really, you 
could probably hold a small orgy on it. As Aki finished, I told her to get on 
the bed with Ginny. Ginny flipped over onto her back, legs spread, once 
again following my secret commands. I told Aki to get on her knees and 
start eating my girl’s pussy. In a way, it was refreshing being the man and 
not following her sexual whims.

“Aki, I want you to lick out every drop of sperm from Ginny. Clean her 
out really good. Now I’m going to punish you.”

I got behind Aki and placed the tip of my penis against her asshole. She 
stopped eating Ginny for a second to protest, but this was punishment and I 
told her so. The guilty do not determine the sentence.

Inch by inch, 9 of them to be exact, my shaft buried itself in Aki’s tight 
pucker. I knew that after 3 orgasms, this anal punishment was going to take 
a while to come to fruition. Aki took one hand, which had been holding 
Ginny to her face, and moved it to her clit to relieve the discomfort, much as 
I’d rubbed her clit when I’d taken her other virginity. I slapped it away and 
Aki meekly put it back to its previous position. Every so often, I laid a sharp 
smack on one of her buttocks, feeling her asshole clench even tighter on my 
hard prick.

‘What a naughty, dirty whore you are. You’re a cock teaser, and you 
need to be punished. This is punishment for taking Aaron’s first time with a 
girl’, Ginny said, laying into Aki with a little verbal abuse of her own. No 
more than a minute later Ginny had a shuddering climax, shoving Aki’s 
tongue deep inside as my wife’s legs gripped her little ‘fuck toy’.

As tight as Aki was, being that this was her first anal experience, it still 
took me almost an hour before I came (Ginny had had 5 by that time). To 
add insult to injury, I made Aki kneel on the floor right before I blew my 
wad all over her face and then made her suck me off to clean my cock.

She sat there on the floor, sperm coursing down her face, until I told her 
she could go wash up, then all three of us lay on the bed together.

“Aki, I hope you learned something from all this. Maybe you won’t be 
so quick to jump to conclusions and call names that might hurt people.”

She nodded that she had, still wincing a bit from the pain in her asshole. 
‘I guess my asshole is like insulting people. Even after the initial pain is 
gone, they’ll still never be the same again. Ouch! I prefer it when it’s the 
other hole. Oh, I came here to tell you something. I suppose it’s okay if 
Ginny knows too since she introduced us in a manner of speaking. I’m 
pregnant.’ Aki smiled. ‘I’m going to be a mother!’

I’d never known what the phrase ‘knocked on my ass,’ meant, but now I 
had a pretty good idea. Ginny was equally stunned and possibly a little 
pissed again. She’d be madder if she knew her mother was also carrying my 
child or children.

“Well Aki, it’s good news to be sure. Was this what you wished for?” I 
wondered if Aki had really wanted to be knocked up by her ‘sensei’ so 
badly. The estimated date of conception was around the time we’d had our 
little role-playing escapade in the library.

‘I have no regrets. I kind of hoped you’d be the guy for me, but you’ve 
found someone better, so I’m happy with just your child. It’s silly, but I’m 
already trying to think of ways to explain why the baby’s father isn’t married 
to and living with mommy.’ Aki shrugged in helplessness.

“I’ll think of something,” I said. 

It seemed like in getting to have Ginny that I’d caused a lot of trouble for 
the other girls I’d come across along the way. Fathering the babies of three 
separate girls would have been incomprehensible just a few short months 
ago, let alone marrying a freshman. I just hoped Julia wouldn’t freak out 
when Ginny brought the subject up and actually consented to a legal 
marriage. I knew how much it would mean to her little girl.

Aki soon got dressed and went to study her nursing textbooks and Ginny 
and I went to take a shower together, our last before Ginny’s mom showed 
up half an hour later. I realized then how much I loved having my wife by 
my side and hoped that soon we’d be on a real honeymoon like real 
newlyweds take.

It must have taken a little bit of time to get up the courage to tell her 
mother because I heard nothing about it from either of them for two weeks. 
I wasn’t too lonely though. Ginny would come over sometimes and when 
she couldn’t, she’d still finger herself in front of the window for me. 
Sometimes when she was feeling really naughty, she’d hang red panties 
outside her window and I’d know that she wanted to sneak out to my place 
and spend the night with me. She put black panties up once to signal for me 
to sneak over but we almost got caught, despite my hand over her mouth to 
muffle her orgasms. She hadn’t hung them out again.

The weeks gave me a chance to think about things. I had no 
confirmation yet from Ginny whether she was pregnant or not since it was 
still a little too early, but I assumed that she, like her mother and Aki, was 
carrying my child(ren). What was I going to do about the three girls I’d 
knocked up? I wasn’t about to just leave them to fend for themselves, 
especially not my Ginny. The doorbell was ringing now and so I went to 
answer it.

Ginny and Julia stood there on my mat and I quickly ushered them inside. 
Julia was fidgeting a little and Ginny gave me a nervous smile and mouthed 
a quick ‘I love you’ while her mother wasn’t looking.

We sat down in the living room so we could be comfortable while we 
talked. Ginny sat beside her mother, then changed her mind and sat very 
close to me. It seemed she’d told her mother about the marriage bit, and 
possibly the sex bit too, but Julia still needed her say.

The main concern Julia had was that I couldn’t do right by her daughter 
as well as the children she, her mother, and Aki were carrying because of 
me. Her daughter’s happiness was foremost in importance if I was going to 
marry her and Julia didn’t want to see Ginny hurt. Of course I couldn’t 
blame her. I proposed building an addition, which would not only join my 
house and theirs together, but also be more than just a hall; it would be a 
complete integration of the two houses into one large house. Then Aki 
would have room to move in as well, if that was okay with Julia and Ginny. 
Ginny would be the queen bee and anything she said would go, then her 
mother and last Aki. Julia could cook, and having already been pregnant, 
she could help the other girls with their first pregnancies. Honestly, the only 
reason I think Ginny would agree to such an arrangement was because of her 
remorse for involving Aki in the first place, as well as the power to punish 
her for getting to be my first lover.

A couple weeks later, Ginny and I married. A few people close to our 
families attended it. I don’t think most people would have even gotten near 
our wedding because of the underage bit, mother’s consent or not. Ginny 
was gorgeous in her mother’s white wedding dress. It was modest, yet 
masked none of her femininity. Our honeymoon was 3 lovely weeks in 
Europe and the South Pacific. It kept us from having to be in the house 
while all the construction was going on. When we returned, all the repairs 
had been made and the honeymoon glow didn’t fade from an abrupt change 
in routine.

Even though Ginny was my wife, I was still allowed to have sex with her 
mother and Aki if Ginny didn’t object to it at the time. Several times she 
stopped Aki and I right before she came, just to try and make Aki storm off 
and leave. There was Aki bondage and domination, typically anal, to 
punish Aki as much as she could. Ginny made Aki eat her out almost daily 
as well. I never heard one word of complaint though. She took everything 
she was given without a single harsh retort. Perhaps she felt she deserved it, 
or maybe she knew it would infuriate Ginny even more. Eventually, Ginny 
gave up on the idea and Aki started teaching her Japanese. They must have 
really started to grow on each other, because often I’d hear mutual orgasms 
from behind the door of the room they were studying in, or get invited in for 
a threesome, just as long as Ginny got loved the most.

I decided to test out of the MBA program and Japanese and graduated 
early. I started my own firm and within a year had enough associates that 
my presence was seldom needed. If it was, I was only minutes away. Julia 
became my secretary, and yes, we did actually act out what we’d filmed 
months before, by which point she really didn’t care if anyone in the office 
knew she was doing the boss.

Julia, having been a mother for years now, became our cook. Often 
while she did dishes or puttered around the house, she’d bend over and 
before long her panties would be down around her ankles and I’d be sending 
yet another load of sperm deep inside her. Ginny would sometimes walk in, 
call her mother a cock-loving slut, but she’d usually stay and watch in 
fascination, little fingers pleasuring her still tight little twat.

The next 7 months were lived on the edge. Ginny, Aki and Julia were 
getting rather big in the belly. At any time I expected to have to drive one or 
the other to the hospital for delivery. Ginny was excited, despite the 
nervousness and apprehension and her young age. She’d gone to school 
pregnant as if nothing whatsoever was wrong. If anyone asked, she’d tell 
him or her that she had the most amazing lover and that she was carrying his 
child and leave it at that. Aki was apprehensive as well, but had a more 
mature outlook on things, and as to Julia this was nothing new, she was only 
hopeful.

The day finally came, as we all knew it would. One after the other, my 
girls went into labor and I had to drive three women in contractions to the 
hospital. It surprises me to this day that the hospital didn’t ask too many 
questions, nor did it stop dead in shock at the sight of multiple women in 
labor being helped out of the same car.

One by one, Julia, Aki, and my dearest Ginny delivered healthy babies. 
Ginny delivered first, a set of twins, one boy and one girl. She was 
positively beaming as I held her hand. She’d gotten me last, but delivered 
my offspring first, my heirs. Julia delivered next, a healthy baby boy. Last 
of all was Aki. She had a more difficult labor, longer and more painful, but 
she delivered a little girl. Ginny, having just delivered twins, was mercifully 
kind to Aki.

It surprises me still sometimes that within the course of a year my life 
could change so dramatically. I now had a large house, a business, a wife, 
what amounted to two concubines, and four small children. Did I regret any 
of it? Surrounded in an enormous bed by 3 beautiful women, Ginny on top 
and the rest to the sides in various stages of undress (or alternatively, Ginny 
and I in each other’s arms, with Julia holding me from behind, and Aki 
doing the same for Ginny), hearing the peaceful nighttime breathing of my 
sons and daughters, there is no way I could regret it. While it’s not the 
typical fairy tale ending you’d expect, and all of us made our share of 
mistakes, I wouldn’t change anything for the world at the risk of losing my 
own new world.