Chapter 9

A few minutes passed in silence.

“I feel so much better,” she sighed, still slouched over, leaning on the sill.

“Holy fuck, Mandy.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, turning to look at me.

“Nothing. I’m just... amazed.”

“So it was... good?”

“You’re more than any man deserves.”

“Oh shut up, you. I’m not a goddess or anything. I’m just me.”

“If you could see yourself right now...”

“Stop it. I just let you fuck me. I’m obviously not too good for mortal man to touch or whatever.”

“I guess, but ... you sort of are anyway.”

She just looked at me with a weird, cynical smile.

“Go find a towel. The wet is dripping down my legs here.”

But being a teenaged boy, I was still fully hard, and instead of leaving in quest for a towel, I stepped up behind her and slid myself back inside. It went in like she was created solely to be fucked. She squealed immediately and thrust back against me. I was in to the very bottom of her before she even finished the gasp.

“Fuck yeah! Shove it right in like you fucking own me! God damn, that feels good! Uh!”

“You don’t need to tell me.”

I thrust in again and stirred myself around, feeling everything beautiful and pretty and sweet in the universe wrapped around my dick all at once.

She thrust back, panting out with confusion, “I thought a girl’s first time was supposed to hurt like hell. But this is just... perfection.”

“Maybe it makes a difference being so soaking wet like you are.”

“Oh God! I can’t even imagine trying to get you in without being so sloppy, sexy, fuck-me wet like this! Oh God, baby. Give it to me.”

We fucked, and this time it lasted nearly twenty minutes. People passing by on the street who chanced to look up might have seen her face in the window, but they would have probably just assumed she was crying about something. Her face was a mess of emotion, and her eye make-up was streaming down her cheeks. She came at least three times that I was able to count. But by the end of it, she was just one steady squeezing, wriggling crush and non-stop screaming, and I was pounding her firm and steady like a piston in a well-oiled machine. When I came, I pulled out and came all over her ass, skirt be damned.

It was an amazingly hot little fuck. We just stood there, me behind her, panting and shivering and shaking for nearly five minutes. I felt all drunk and gooey and happy and lazy. My erection was still tingling with her wetness, and it kinda felt like she was still stroking on me somehow. It was a pretty feeling. Finally, we caught our breath. She reached back to swipe the cooling white goo from her backside and slurp it off her fingers.

“Dirty little slut,” I said, grinning. Damn she looked fucking sexy, licking my cream from her girly little palm as it dribbled down to the heel of her hand.

“That’s the spirit!” she said. “Now spank my ass to seal the deal!”

I spanked her. She shivered.

A few minutes later, we were cleaned up and adjusted. We went back downstairs and sat awkwardly.

“Damn. I’m pretty fucking sore now. You really gave me a serious trial run there.”

“All I can say is, if I had to give you a rating out of ten, you’d be about five thousand.”

“You’re biased.”

“Nope. I’ve seen a heck of a lot of porn, and I can honestly say you were as hot as any one of those girls, hotter than most of them.”

“You probably shouldn’t compare girls to porn stars. I don’t mind, but some girls might get offended by that.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

There was another moment of awkward silence. She was sort of staring down at the floor, and I was wondering if she was having regrets or something. Everything was kinda tense now.

“So, you went ... three times. Is that normal? Or are you just... energetic?”

“I have no idea. I guess it’s completely normal, for me, with a girl as hot as you. Other guys might...”

“Yeah ... I guess. It was awesome. You were definitely at least a 20 out of 10.”

“You have nothing to compare me to, though.”

“Just my masturbation, and you were way better than that! I can only imagine how good Devon will feel!”

I tried not to take that as an insult. We were cousins after all. I wanted to think she saw him as a real man, as in someone she’s supposed to be fucking. But my ego was still a little bruised.

“I tried my best,” I told her.

“Your best made me cum over and over, like fucking six or seven times! You were a seasoned pro. I’m actually kind of embarrassed I came so easily and so many times.”

“Why embarrassed?”

“Cause ... it’s you. We weren’t ‘sposed to. I wasn’t ‘sposed to ... It’s not right, ya know? But I came and came and came, and now I feel weird.”

“It’s just sex,” I told her. “If it’s good, how can you not cum?”

“I guess. I masturbate a lot. So it’s kind of a hair-trigger response.”

“Really?”

“Yup. When I’m in the right mood I can squeeze one out in like, 20 seconds or less.”

“And I took a whole two minutes to get you off!” I said, chuckling. “What an amateur I am!”

“I don’t know if masturbating all the time is the cause or the cure for my horniness. I did a few when I woke up in bed this morning, after a really sexy dream, and I’ve just been in this state all day.”

“Hormones are weird sometimes. But lucky me, I guess.”

“Lucky any guy who walks through this door tonight.”

It was a weird thing to say. Was she really gonna fuck any and every dude who walked in? Devon had some weird friends. I began to worry a little.

“I gotta ask, Mandy. Are you really, honestly a virgin? You were so good, so hot, so damn wriggly and sexy. It’s like you knew exactly what the fuck you were doing the whole time. You were a goddamn goddess for fuck sakes!”

She looked at me funny.

“Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know. I’m not saying you’re lying. I’m just ... amazed.”

“Beginners luck, I guess. Instinct? Natural talent? I don’t know. It just felt good to move and moan and just lose myself in it. And I don’t have to give a shit whether the guy thinks I’m slutty when it’s you, so I just went for it. And it really did feel amazing, and hot, and sexy, and free. That was just a woman getting off, unfiltered.”

“That actually makes sense. Weird.”

“As for me being a virgin, if I wasn’t constantly masturbating, you would have had a whole mess of blood on you to prove it. Maybe I should ask the same of you! You fucked like a seasoned stud, for almost, what, forty-five minutes? What virgin ever lasted that long in such a hot little fuck like that?”