Chapter 14: Young Ida

I was at the walk-down restaurant, “The Pirates Den.” I was recently talking to Liz, the owner. Her Protégée and niece is a hot girl that she wants me to teach the art of love to.

I looked over towards Liz, and she winked at me and waved me back-handedly to kiss the girl. I kissed Ida again. Feeling better about it. I progressed far enough I could feel the heat from her down below, and she was sighing often and wiggling on it now. She slapped a piece of paper down on the table and rushed away.

The paper said, “I git off at 7:30. I cuud use a walk home.”

‘Gutsy wench!’

I contemplated the young-looking girl, for she had kissed me like a young girl. Her sweet body felt perfect against me. Being near her age, she would be a welcome break from the older women I had been associating with lately. Well, my maid at Morgan House was almost age-appropriate. Most of the women I’ve been seeing lately have been in their 20s and up to their 40s.

I sat there until my pecker settled down. I slowly got up and started towards the door.

As I exited, Liz said just quiet enough for me to hear said, “Cum again - and often, sir.”

Fucking hell!

What caused Liz to push her young employee off on me? Then it came to me. The clothes I wore likely cost more than a year’s wage here for an average worker.

Ahhhhh. Now I get it. I had made little Ida hot for me since I was dressed like a gentleman. I also showed her that I appreciated her youthful charm and her happy attitude. I had behaved relatively gentlemanly for this area and era. Most men here are rather crude.

Ox said, “Suspicion confirmed Bill. Ida’s a virgin. I will let you discover the rest on your own. No peeks now.”

I went to my new home, set up a large virtual screen, and surfed the web until 7:15 to pass the time.

I returned to the restaurant for my date. When I came in the door, Liz came right over.

She said, “Please treat Ida right, sir. A girl’s first time should be special. She has no idea what is about to happen. If it goes bad, some girls never want to do it again. I selected you since you looked like a gentleman and also you’re knowledgeable. Ida agreed you were the one to help her. You look like the right man for the job.”

I smiled kindly and said, “What time do you open tomorrow?”

She said, “11 a.m.”

I said, “Good, “Ida may need to sleep a little later, but I’ll get her up on time.”

Ida walked up. I took her hand and guided her gently towards the door and stairwell. As she took her first step on the stairs, I put my right hand on her bum. She looked back shyly and smiled.

At the top of the steps, I slid beside Ida and put my arm around her waist. I guided her to my place, my arm around her back. On the way up my apartment steps, I sent, “Office, set light for 40 percent upstairs, please.”

I got a ding in the affirmative.

I got between her and the door, and as it clicked, I swung the door open. She peered around with big, wide-open eyes.

I’ve just realized that most people never get to see a place like this. All the walls are painted with colored paint and fancy woodwork. There is crown molding up high and wainscoting with trim all around. The floor molding was integrated with the wainscoting.

All the furniture is large and overstuffed. It had dark stained wood parts and fine linen upholstery. I grew up with things like this. It appeared completely new to her.

I escorted her to the couch. I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. She had changed her skirt and added a shawl over it. I found out when I set her shawl aside and saw she had a different blouse on, too. It was a peasant blouse that came to her shoulders, leaving them bare. It displayed some skin, but she acts modestly. She has a modest, girlish bosom, from what I see.

I found out later during pillow talk that she was actually 18 and lived with her Aunt Liz. Like other young females here, she is of a slightly smaller size. A lack of cow’s milk in the diet here makes her look several years younger than her actual age. Her breasts have not yet finished filling in.

The young ladies here are an A or B cup until they bear their first child.

Ida said, “Aunt Liz can not have children, so I was loaned to my Aunt by my mother. My mother had way too many children.”

I kissed her to quieten her.

I wondered what would happen if I spent time with Aunt Liz. Could I cure her? If I could, would she want that? If Aunt Liz has “lady problems,” I would need to give her a direct vaginal injection of Exos and spend some time with her. Then, Ox could repair her reproductive tract.

I leaned her towards me, and we kissed gently. She soon kissed me more energetically. We kissed sweetly for a long time. I did not rush her. I wanted to savor this sweet young girl.

Ida had her hands around me, and I had mine around her as I kissed and caressed her, working up her desire. I began teaching her the art of French kissing in several steps so she would not feel overwhelmed. Ida liked that a lot; her breathing got heavy. I know she felt my cock underneath her; it makes her shift around.

I managed to work her top off her shoulders. I gently touched her small breasts. They are small and precious looking, endearing to see. The left one has a tiny mole. Both are cone-shaped with light tan areola and almost nonexistent nipples.

I began sucking on her nips; she became a little devil with her hands. That revved her up so high she was breathing loud enough to concern me.

I slid out from under her and down on the floor. I put my head on her lap and hugged her hips for a few minutes in the hopes she would calm down. She toyed with my hair.

I smelled her. I guess we had been at this a while. Her dress was rucked up a little. I could see her upper thighs but saw no real detail. Her goodies are buried between her legs. That made this all the better.

I began kissing Ida’s knees and worked my way up, touching, licking, and nibbling. I caressed her legs. Ida’s natural girl aroma is intoxicating. She is very responsive.

I ran my hands under her skirt and felt her hips. I eventually got near her thighs; she was almost sobbing in want. I scooted her forward, pushed her apart and pushed my face into her pussy, and nuzzled it. I wanted to smell her. I wanted her.

Ida froze for a second, not knowing what to do. I realized she had no idea what was about to happen. She really was that innocent.

She tried weakly to push my head away. I pressed my tongue to her inner lips and wiggled it up and down lightly. She jumped and stopped resisting immediately.

I think she had an Aha moment; she stopped resisting. Ida liked it. Her legs relaxed, and her hips moved towards me. She still pretended to weakly stop me, but that was a sham. I knew she wanted me to lick her more.

After she became used to it, I was able to open Ida’s legs all the way and really began to lick her pink parts with mode gusto. Being her first time, I had to figure out what tripped her trigger.

It took a while. Ida had been strung out when she finally managed to begin to climax. When it happened, it was rather spontaneous.

“Whaaaaat? ohhhhhhhh ... uhn, uhn, uhn, Oh dammnnnnnn ... oooohhh...”

When she relaxed, Ox said, “She’s out. It was a bit too much for her. Ida’s emotions got away from her, and her release was a long time in coming. I think with her long work day, she just was tired enough to slip into slumber.”

Ox continued, “I had Office draw a bath for her. You should pick her up; she weighs less than 90 pounds. Take her in and wash her as she begins to wake up. You don’t need to worry about the fancy bathroom. By morning, most of the details will be dreamlike to her. I think this is a one-off for her.”

He said, “I have programmed your Exos to not allow fertilization of her egg.”

I said, “Great idea, pal.”

I went into my closet and stripped naked. I still had my clothes on, which were uncomfortable,

I returned and picked her up in my arms. At the tub, I lay her in it. It had less than a foot of warm water. Evidently Ox had asked Office to fill it partway. I got in and pulled her until she was between my legs and leaning back on me. The water was much higher with me in it.

I was watching when Ida started to stir. The tub had special water, and being lukewarm, she hadn’t noticed it. The water is relaxing.

She looked down and saw my legs outside of hers, and after a few pats with her hands, she knew I was right there holding her.

I soaped up a washcloth and began to give her a tender, loving wash. Sometimes, I used the washcloth; other times, I used my soapy hands. I used my soapy hands on her pretty little titties quite often. Her titties must be dirty as they needed a lot of my special attention.

She oohed and awed over my efforts.

Ida seemed to like that if you went by her little sounds. I got around to her pussy eventually. Naughty dirty little pussy, it also needs a lot of my special attention.

I rubbed the outside for a while. Then I rubbed a finger up and down her slit, just barely poking where her hole was. I only knew where it was because Ox displayed a giant close-up view of it in my inner eye.

Ida had light hair on her outer lips, but not much. The remains of her hymen were dark pink looking. Exos from the oral had eroded it.

Ida’s pussy is small, and the outer lips are plump from my attentions. Her slit is only a little over 2 inches from top to bottom.

I rinsed her with the hand wand and got her standing. I dried us off and carried her to bed.

I lay Ida down and started licking and playing with her pussy again. I got her to cum again. This time, I got between her legs and ran my glans up and down. I rubbed it right at her partial hymen.

I slowly began my descent into a new, young-looking pussy. Ida’s hymen parted with barely a squeak from her. I felt it when it happened. I had sensed what she had sensed. She was happy, and all was good in her little world.

I knew it was just enough pain that she would remember it had happened. It was also painless enough that it was no longer a problem; thank you, Exos.

I worked myself in her, in steps. Ida’s wet enough from my oral, but she’s still a tight girl. I think some of the tightness may be her first-time jitters. She felt so good with my foreskin pusher back and feeling every it of her wonderful pussy.

By the time I was bumping her cervix, I knew that I was pushing it too far in her. She did not like that. I stopped a minute, and she started wiggling to get more feeling down there, so I started to slowly move in her again.

Ida said, “Yes, good, uh-ha, like that, please.”

A few minutes later, Ida started, Yes, yes. YES, YES YES! OOOoooo ... Oohhh...”

She smiled up at me. She was very happy as she beamed at me. I knew she had been pretty worried about this. She had done it! She was now a woman, and she had cum, too. She could not wait to tell Aunt Liz.

I stayed in her, grabbed hold of her bum, and rolled us over. If I was going to have to work for so long to get myself inside her pussy, I was gonna soak my pecker in her for a while. Maybe for a long while?

Ida is still very tight, and I feel her entire being through her trembling little pussy.

Ida moved around some, trying to get comfortable. In her movement, she realized she could move just how she wanted. She experimented. It took a bit of time, but she worked it out enough to start fucking me from on top. I used my hands to help guide her and to promote her to greater joy.

She arrived at a position where her legs were as wide apart as possible. Her vulva was in direct contact with my pelvis. She needed to barely move to rub herself in her special spot.

I said, “Yes, that’s the way; just rub a little like that.” I knew that for a man, he uses his whole dick to get stimulated enough to cum. Females have all their nerve endings in the region of their clit. They use that small area to be stimulated. It takes a female between 6 and 20 minutes to get off. The average is 14 minutes.

It generally requires direct, gentle, and prolonged massage by a hand or tongue. It should especially be focused on Ida’s pussy. The focus should be on the clitoris and right below it, just inside her opening.

Her tiny movements did little for me, but that’s fine. I plan it to be a long, enjoyable night.

We were not doing the old in-out style of screwing; it was more like her rubbing herself in small circles. She did this slowly, and it worked great for her.

Once Ida figured out how to cum, she could slowly rub one out, rest awhile and then start up again. We occasionally dozed, but I doubt we got much sleep before 5 a.m.

As time went on, she got better at it. This was because I was always slow and easy with her. I tried to keep her interest up. She had a goal. Her Aunt was a horn dog, and she wanted to be just like her Aunt Liz. She wanted to be able to cum readily. Evidently, Aunt Liz has always been sexy and able to orgasm. Something many women here didn’t even realize they could do.

The Exos had performed great. They had helped by sensitizing her. I had cum three times, but Ida was not awash in cum or her own juices. The Exos reabsorbed and repurposed the extras.

I didn’t get waterlogged, and neither of us had rubbed ourselves raw. Ida was very turned on all night and just wanted to do it the whole time. After my third cum I had to order my pecker to remain hard until my mind caught up and became interested again. She looks so young and sweet with her boobies right there.

A few minutes of looking up at her precious mounds and her gumdrop areolas. I palmed her titties, soon reawakening my interest. It made her wiggle more. I knew I would remember this night a long time and relive it often.