Chapter 7

Awakening amid close lying warm bodies was not new to Eddie, but knowing he had not one, but three attractive females sharing his bed was exhilarating. Trying not to disturb anyone, he turned his head to see if anyone was awake. He had gone to sleep with Angel on one side, and Grady and Willow on the other. What he found was all three women on the same side of the bed. More startling was he saw they were all awake and peering at him.

“Morning, ladies. You all look alluring in your sexy night wear and ‘bed head’. Did I snore and keep you awake?” he greeted.

“You didn’t, but Grady did!” Willow accused.

“I didn’t either! I don’t snore!” Grady gasped.

“Maybe it was your well-shafted quim, asking for more.” Angel joked.

“Ladies let’s not quibble. Shall we clean up and hopefully have breakfast, before we begin, again?” Eddie suggested.

Since Eddie had a clear path on his right side, he slid out of bed and made no attempt to hide his morning erection in his undershorts. All three women gave him appreciative looks. He, in turn, enjoyed watching those same three women alight from bed in their enticing night wear. Offering to let the women use the facilities first, which was a separate toilet room from the shower and sink. While he waited his turn, Eddie found and used one of the provided toothbrushes and paste on the vanity. Since the women were still in the toilet room, he decided a quick shower would do him well, and allow him to drain his bladder. The women had not only provided teeth cleaning tools, but they even thought to provide shaving cream and a razor, which Eddie utilized. Shaving first, before he could begin his shower, three shower mates, vyed for washing privileges. He got the chance to wash a bit of female flesh himself.

Breakfast was frozen waffles and microwaved bacon, with coffee and juice. It turned into a raucous affair with Eddie and Al enjoying the massed pulchritude displayed in the kitchen. Cleanup was performed by the women who weren’t currently being serviced: Angel and Felice. While things were happening upstairs, four sets of lips were telling tales downstairs. After a short but refreshing night’s sleep, both Eddie and Al were expected to be back on top of their game. As Eddie was escorted upstairs by Angel, he wondered if he would be able to manage four women in one day. He’d never even had two in one day, preferring quality time with his partner, rather than putting notches on his imaginary bed post. However, once in the bedroom, he gave his undivided attention to Angel.

Angel, Eddie figured, was a ‘take charge’ woman, in some ways like Willow had been at first. Deciding to see if she would reveal an agenda, he started out slowly by taking her in his arms right inside the door. Adding caresses, and light kisses, he sort of ‘felt her out’. When she simply acceded to his advances, he told himself he may have been wrong about her. Consequently, he moved things along by beginning deep kisses. She seemed to like them and was an active participant. He soon had her moaning, so he began touching her in more intimate places. She broke one of their kisses and muttered:

“Can we get on the bed? Please?”

Guiding her towards the bed, he indicated that he wanted to take off her nightclothes, which she allowed. He’d already seen her naked in the shower, an hour ago, so this was not a new reveal. Just the same, she acted shyly when she got on the bed and he followed, after removing his own clothing. Sliding toward Angel, he put his arm over her and pulled her into an embrace, then resumed kissing her. As before, she was an active participant in making out, so Eddie began caressing her neck, shoulders, then finally her breasts. She was breathing heavily and as he fondled her succulent tits; he worked his mouth down her neck, across her upper chest and began to ‘work his magic’ on her nipples. He casually slid his hand down her torso and was approaching her pelvic region when suddenly, she reacted to his hand on her pubic hair. She whimpered and grabbed his hand, pulling it free of her body. She then rolled away from him and began sobbing. Alarmed, Eddie pulled back and looked at her.

“Angel, what’s wrong, sweetheart? If you don’t want this, just say so. I ‘never’ do anything my partner doesn’t want. Please tell me why you’re upset.” he said soothingly.

Abruptly turning back towards him, she said vehemently:

“Oh, chief, I’m a fucking fraud!”

She then returned to crying silently, her body wracked with her sobs.

With this turn of events, Eddie had gone flaccid, but he reached to put his hand on her shoulder and whispered:

“Angel, honey, why don’t you tell me why you think you’re a fraud. I won’t go any further, and we can just talk. Okay?”

Turning back towards him, she looked him in the eyes and with her own eyes brimming with tears, she began:

“I was raised by an elderly aunt, and she doted on me. She was staid and had never had children of her own. I was shy and when I turned eighteen, she thought sending me to this finishing school may help me to be more outgoing. I was scared to death, when I started, but the first day, I found being brash and outspoken put people off, so they didn’t pick on me. I acted moody and sullen for the first few days, and no one wanted to be around me, which insulated me from the ‘mean girls’. I think Grady saw through my act and befriended me, but I kept secrets about myself, even from her. I eventually fell in with the women who’re here, today. I made up stories about living a wild, licentious life, and they believed me to be an experienced tart, almost a slut. Because I seemed to be a woman of the world, they let me become a sort of leader. But I’m not, Eddie. I’ve only told one other person this, but I’m a virgin! I’ve never gone all the way with any boy or man. I’ve always pretended to be very selective in my sex partners, so while all my friends were getting laid, I was hiding someplace, with a book. Last week, when we ran into the group of sailors from your ship, the girls wanted to have a fling. I tried to make some excuse about having a date, but Willow and Grady told me I couldn’t pass up the chance to ‘have a great adventure, with a Yank’! I was trapped, but I was extremely lucky to be paired with your son, Edward. When we were alone, I let him kiss me and I played with him, but I froze when he wanted to get into my pants. I ended up crying to him, just like I’m crying to you, and I told him exactly what I just told you. He didn’t push me, and we just sat and talked. That’s how I found out about you. I know this is so weird, but he told me about how you and he are related. He told me about you and his mom having an affair, and about the age difference. He then told me about what his mother had told him, about how you were not only her lover, but had been her daughter’s first lover. She had bragged to him how you were so gentle and considerate to his sister, but also to her. You sounded like someone who I could trust to be kind and gentle with me, and finally teach me how to have sex. Are you, Eddie? Can you go slow, and ease me into being a sexual being not how I pretend to be, but not afraid to have sex?”

Eddie could see the pain and anguish in her eyes and his heart went out to her:

“Angel, I can do anything you want. I can go as slow as you want, and I can be gentle. I can even let you keep your virginity, and still make you have orgasms if you want, but I believe you’re ready to become sexually active, just so you can say it and not lie. Whether you want to have sex again, with anyone, is still always up to you. I think that is very important. Don’t let peer pressure force you into doing anything your mind and conscience doesn’t want.”

Angel looked at him as though he was the Easter Bunny! It flummoxed him and he had no clue what she was thinking:

“Miss Angel, what would be your pleasure, this morning? Anything you like, including just turning me over to the next woman in line, or we could just idle a reasonable amount of time away before we take a shower and go downstairs. Or, if you’re willing to trust me, I can make love to you in a manner befitting a shy, apprehensive virgin. It may take a bit longer than your friends expect, but I won’t rush you in any way.”

Breathing deeply, she gushed:

“Oh, Eddie, I trust you. I may seem skittish, but I still trust you, so have patience, please.”

“Patience is one of my middle names. I have several, depending on the task at hand.” he teased.

Proving as much to herself as she was to Eddie, that she was ready, she laid down in the middle of the bed, not spreadeagled, but with her legs slightly parted. She was visibly apprehensive, but Eddie made no overt moves to hurry her defloration along. Moving his body next to hers, he began again, to kiss and caress her upper body. With her secret now known to Eddie, she was less up tight and was ready to enjoy the attention her now trusted lover was giving her body. She gave a slight shiver as Eddie once again caressed her breasts and gave her nipple love. She could enjoy the thrills he was giving to her, this time, and her moans began at a low level. As he suckled at her nipples, she seemed to derive pleasure from it, but nowhere near the extent Willow had reacted. To make sure he was hitting all the erogenous zones, he even had her roll over and he caressed and kissed her back, moving across the swell of her ass cheeks and down the back of each leg. Turning her back over, he worked his way up the front of her legs, and he heard her start to hyperventilate as he approached her vulva.

“Relax, sweet Angel. I won’t do anything you don’t want. If you’re uncomfortable with anything, just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay, honey?”

Nodding her head, she made an effort to control her rapid breathing. Eddie continued to work his way to her sexual center, kissing and licking as he also caressed her with his hands. Moving her legs further apart, he blew a couple puffs of air toward her twat. It caused a sharp intake of breath, and he patted her thigh and made a soothing “Shhhhh.” sound. Next, he planted a gentle kiss on her pubic mound, feeling the springiness of her thatch of hair. He then let his tongue protrude from his lips and ran it down the crease between her labial folds. She squirmed and sighed. Taking that as a sign of acceptance, he inserted his tongue further between her lips, entering her vaginal opening. She moaned. Pushing his tongue in further, he found no evidence of a maidenhead, so assumed her virginity was figurative. Women her age could have lost their hymen in myriad ways, and Eddie believed her claim to have never had intercourse.

Angel was moaning louder now, and her hips were wiggling as he continued to skewer her cunt with his tongue. After a moment, or two, he moved his mouth over her clitoris and gently sucked on it, which elicited a keening sound from her throat. He slid his hands under her ass and cupped her cheeks in his hands, giving him some control over his feasting on her pussy. She was going to blow any second and he was ready. When she reached her climax, she raised her torso off the bed and Eddie maintained a mouthful of her quim as she whimpered and groaned out her orgasm. He continued his tender assault on her pussy until she began to wind down, then he let off on the contact with her clit, knowing it would be sensitive. Pulling back, he looked at her face framed between the twin hillocks of her tits. She was breathing heavily and had her eyes closed, at first, but possibly sensing Eddie was looking at her, she opened her eyes and let a smile break upon her face.

“This is a wild guess, but I assume you’ve been eaten before now.” He commented.

“Of course, our group has regular sessions of eating each other’s quims. My friends claim we’re not lesbians, but bisexual, since ‘we’ still like a real dick. Of course, I agree with them, but the only orgasms I’ve had up until now has been from my own fingers, or the mouth or fingers of my friends.” She confessed.

“How about dildoes? Have you felt one of those?” he inquired.

“No. If I had, I probably wouldn’t be so apprehensive about having real intercourse.” she admitted.

“Well, do you think you’re ready to try a real dick, a real gentle dick? What do you reckon?” Eddie suggested.

“Just be gentle. I have nightmares about some faceless guy ramming it in and making me scream with pain. In my dreams, I look down and blood is gushing out of my cunt.” she pleaded.

“I will be slow and gentle. I promise.”

Kneeing himself upwards toward her vulva, he let Angel watch as he brought his once again engorged penis to the opening of her vagina. Pushing just his glans inside, he moved it in and out a couple times, getting it lubricated with the combination of her juices and the saliva he’d supplied while eating her snatch. Easing his cock in slowly, he watched her eyes go wide as she experienced the sensation of her vaginal sheath being spread by the girth of said cock. Watching for any sign of pain or discomfort, he paused half-way, to see how she felt. Seeing no sign of fear or pain, he continued to socket his phallus inside of her fuck tube. When he reached the full extent of his insertion, his pubic bone came up against hers and she moaned even deeper. Giving his hips a rotation, he crushed her clit between the two pubic bones, causing her to whimper. Seeing no alarm, or distaste on her face, Eddie withdrew slowly, and then re-entered slowly, to give her a taste of what full intercourse could be like. She gave him a sultry look and said: