Angel was a princess. After all, her mother was a queen. Although of humble origins, the Queen had lots of beauty, money, and influence, so she could play the role. And play it she did. Opulence was her middle name, in their home, her dress, and her child’s upbringing.
Although not planned, Angel was welcomed anyway. She was beautiful and bright. Her parents were opportunists and saw this child as fitting into their plans. They loved only themselves and saw their marriage as a mutually beneficial arrangement not particularly based on affection.
Her parents entertained lavishly, enticing investors into their schemes. As a child Angel was taught social graces and admired for her beauty and charm. She was a bright one and observed well.
During the often twice-weekly dinner parties for selected guests, the pre-teen daughter noticed a peculiar pattern. For much of her life since she was old enough to notice, her parents would randomly disappear into their bedroom at almost any time of day for an hour or so, then emerge smiling. Her mother had a particular glow about her face and neck as well. Listening at their door revealed some unusual sounds. There was intermittent thumping and moans of various types. Didn’t sound like the quiet napping she herself did.
She asked her mother why they disappeared. She was told that they liked to take naps together. It was a special time for husband and wife to share.
Later, as an early teenager, she realized that her mother sometimes took a male dinner guest to the bedroom for a while, emerging with the same glow that resulted from marital naps. She thought she heard similar sounds as well.
Unable to restrain her curiosity, she presented this observation to her mother who said, “Let’s have an important talk at a better time.” It was arranged.
Sipping some expensive wine, mother and daughter sat in mother’s drawing room. “My dear Angel, you are growing up. It is time you learned some grownup things. You know that your father has a very important business. Most of the guests we invite are involved or are interested in it. Some of them are quite wealthy or powerful and must be given special treatment. Because I am so beautiful, spending private time with me is a great treasure to them, and they are more willing to make profitable agreements with your father. I am happy to do my part for our family’s success.”
Angel looked a bit troubled, “So what do you do in there with them? You told me that you and Father were taking naps but there were noises and you didn’t seem rested when you returned. It seems you are doing the same whatever with these men.”
The Queen smiled, “I guess it is time you learned about something that men and women like to do together. It is called sex. I will arrange for some lessons. Just like the manners you learned as a youngster, you must learn sex well. It will be very useful for the rest of your life. It certainly has been for me. My best lady friend has a son your age who also needs to learn. It might be good for you to learn together. I’ll call her.”
A gynecological appointment was next. Her hymen was excised and an IUD implanted. Some basic reproductive biology was presented for written and video instruction.
A white silk gown was fitted for her lessons. It set off her perfectly coiffed short blond hair. Her full breasts made fascinating swellings in the gown. Although they couldn’t yet be seen, her pubes were also blond and wispy enough they rarely needed trimming. They were like angel hair framing the entrance to her heavenly portal.
The two mothers wore matching peignoirs. Their curves were partially visible through the sheer fabric. The young man, Richard, wore only white silk boxer shorts. The scene was the master bedroom of the Queen.
The Queen led in a young man from the next room. He was perhaps early twenties, quite good looking in face and body, and also wore white silk boxers. She introduced him thus, “This is one of my paramours. Since sex is so important to our health, just as food and drink are, and my husband is often gone on extended travels, he provides for my sexual needs at those times. He will assist me in demonstrating sexual congress, usually referred to politely as intercourse, but also as coitus or copulation. Richard’s mother will explain what we are doing throughout the act.”
Angels’ mother removed her garment and stood before them. Angel noticed that the front of both men’s shorts began projecting outward. The Queen then stepped in front of her paramour and pulled down his covering. A partially filled fleshy shaft curved outward in front of him. Angel felt a tingle in her crotch much like the ones she had when viewing the instructional photographs and videos. But this was real and right there.
Leading her man to the bed, they first engaged in manual and then oral foreplay. A narration by Richard’s mother explains what is occurring. Richard was self-consciously erect. When he shyly glanced at Angel, she had her hand between her legs and gave him a big smile. That helped. His mother talked on as the couple on the bed got more aroused. Angel noticed that the paramour’s erection doesn’t seem to be as substantial as Richard’s. Hmmm.
Finally, the actual coitus began. The three basic positions were demonstrated, supine, or “missionary”, cowgirl, and doggy. The advantages of each were itemized. Both Richard and Angel were wiggling with their own adolescent arousal by this time.
Finally, supine, the Queen orgasmed followed by the ejaculation. When the paramour withdrew, the oozing semen was pointed out.
Angel was thinking, I came out of that place and it’s where my father puts his semen. Richard was just eager to put his swollen member anyplace that felt good.
That was next on the agenda, actually. The adults left the room with instructions to the youngsters to copy what they had just seen during the next hour. Angel had to hold Richard back to not skip items on the agenda. As it was he ejaculated soon after her hands stroked his erection. She reassured him that it would quickly return. Her mouth soon ensured that.
They joined in each of the positions and he ejaculated in every one. Angel insisted that he give her orgasms too. She got one with his fingers and one with his tongue.
When the parents returned the new lovers were quizzed and their parents smiled in approval. The Queen declared, “Now that you have each other’s virginity, it is time for some more advanced instruction. Angel, go to your room where my paramour is waiting. Richard, I will be your teacher. The rest of the afternoon was spent copulating with their teachers.
For the next month the youngsters coupled almost daily. They also spent frequent time with the instructors. The Queen took care of Richard while several paramours romped in Angel’s bed. Some days she accepted as many as three partners between her thighs. It was very interesting and pleasurable and she gave positive answers to her mother’s questions.
Angel’s sexual experience grew quickly but she always stayed connected with Richard. There was that special bond, after all. He would occasionally ask her questions about her liaisons but never made any judgmental comments. She noticed and loved him for it. He was her special friend.
After her eighteenth birthday, her mother sat her down for a serious stalk, “Now that you are and adult, your father and I expect you to take a part in the business. You have no ordinary commercial skills just like me. But those can be hired. What we have is more precious and challenging. My beauty and charm has been invaluable to our success and we want you to add even more. From what I hear, you are ready.”
Angel looked her mother in the eye, “You mean to have sex with the clients and prospects like you do?”
The Queen replied, “Exactly. You will have even more fun that I do since you can travel with them and live the good life on their dollar. I want you to try it for a while.”
The young woman realized that this is what she had been trained for. There was little choice since she was completely dependent on her parents. She said softly, eyes down, “So when do I start?”
“On Friday we are having our most important client for dinner. I have entertained him many times and enjoyed it greatly and I think you will too. He will be invited to spend the night in your bed.”
The client was as old as her father. Good looking and well groomed, but not trim of body. He was very polite and attentive during dinner and afterwards. She wondered if she could get aroused like she had for others. Oh well, at least she didn’t have to get an erection to do sex.
It was a better experience than her fears had painted. He took his time to get her ready and his weight was handled well. The fat cock filled her nicely and he knew how to get her to orgasm from the coitus. That didn’t always happen even with the paramours or Richard. The compliments she knew to make were not all forced. He ploughed her furrow three times before he left in the early morning.
Later that day she was naked with Richard and related what had happened. He was quiet as she talked. His cock was as hard as usual inside her though. When she finished he asked some questions about her feelings. She was wrestling with this very different sex from the recreational and instructional kind she’d had so far.
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