Chapter 3

Hours later, a Bloody Mary in hand and soaking in a tub full of bubble bath, Monica’s time with Cole wasn’t so much remembered as an experience she couldn’t separate herself from. Her time with him continued to wash over her, individual moments rising and pulling her back, emotions taking her over, her body lost to reliving the past.

Cole had indeed come into his bedroom and stopped mid-step, shocked into silence for a brief moment as he took in the sight of an (almost) naked Monica laying stretched out on his bed. She hadn’t been able to find it in herself to remove her panties, but her breasts were bare and hanging out for him to view and he took no time to question his good fortune.

Within a moment his large but muscular and hairy form had taken her in, his arms enveloping her body, his lips kissing Monica and whispering out how much he had missed her. Yet for all the romance of his words, Cole’s hands were busy ripping off her panties, then up to play with her tits, each hand taking a turn as Cole clumsily tried to remove his own clothing. With no additional fanfare Cole crawled up onto the bed, his body stretching over her own, the thick liquid leaking from the throbbing hard pole pushed up through Monica’s thighs needlessly alerting her to his obvious need.

She feared a fast and furious fuck, a release and an apology and an embarrassed silence, leading Monica to return home used and seen as the neighborhood whore. But Cole paused, continued giving out words of tender affection while moving down to kiss her breasts and making Monica moan with pleasure. Then further down, pushing his head deep between her legs and again drinking down the liquids that had been building inside of her since Cole’s first touch. The man was good. Good with his fingers, wonderful with what he could do with his cock, but also a joy with his tongue as he did amazing things with her clit.

Monica replayed the following hours of love making over and over in her head, nothing like it ever being experienced by her. Cole had paused after spending a wonderful five minutes tonguing her into an orgasm, then leaving the room only to just as quickly return with a couple of small yellow fruit in one hand and a curved blade in another. Naked, his masculine self on full view before her, he put one knee on the bed and had Monica sit up. “You are so delicious Monica. Like no other woman I have ever known. I could drink from you all day. Remember, I said your little pussy was even more beautiful than a mango? Even more delicious? Well, let’s mix the two.” Before an astonished Monica, Cole pulled the peel off of one of the bright yellow fruit, and then used the knife to slice off a full half portion, the bright orange fruit dripping with juice.

“It’s early in the season, but I spotted these at the market this morning and couldn’t resist. They’re my favorite.”

Monica was unsure of what Cole wanted with the fruit, but she finally found her voice and asked, “That’s so different from what I usually find in the store. It’s so small, and it’s all yellow.”

“Yes,” he replied. “Very different from what you find in your grocery stores. These are special kind of mango and I can’t wait to try them on you.”

He sat next to Monica and had her taste the small slice of mango and she had to agree that it had its own uniquely delicious taste. Cole then sliced another half from the remaining portion of mango he had in hand. Rubbing the sticky sweet fruit over Monica’s breasts, Cole bent down to lick and suck in on Monica’s fully erect nipples. Monica thought Cole deliciously deviant in his actions, but he was only getting started.

Cole used his sticky hands to arrange Monica in a new position, her back on the bed, her head over the edge at the side where Cole was standing. With a little encouragement, he had Monica pull her legs up and back to her shoulders, essentially putting her knees just over her head, her own dripping slice of feminine fruit now positioned just above her eyes. It was something of a revelation, a sight Monica couldn’t remember taking in before, at least not as an adult or without panties on. And now there she was, her legs stretched out wide, her partially-trimmed pussy open for both of them to view.

Pushing his open hand through her slit, Cole continued to direct and encourage her. “Look at how beautiful you are. Such a beautiful pink slit,” and here to Monica’s delight Cole pushed his rugged face in and gave another suck and nibble to the engorged and easily seen knob that was her clitoris. Pulling back, Cole then kneeled on the floor, his face now just above Monica’s, and without any explanation he took the remaining half-portion of mango and slowly maneuvered it into Monica’s dripping wet hole.

She let out a slight yelp of surprise, but then moaned at the feeling of the fruit as it squeezed together and slipped inside of her, filling her hole with something new and very different from what she had been hungering for. Cole followed the mango with his mouth, sucking the fruit out, then pushing it back into Monica with his tongue, essentially fucking her with the mango, and all just inches above her unbelieving eyes. Cole continued in this way for a number of minutes, sometimes moving to nibble on her clit, using his thumb to join the half-mango. It was an incredibly intimate display for Monica to experience, but Cole was far from done.

This is when he stood and positioned his hard and leaking cock just above Monica’s upturned face, pushing the fat firm hood up to the opening of Monica’s pussy, still full of mango, and he pushed in. Monica groaned and tried to bring her legs together, but Cole’s broad hips kept her thighs and slit open for him to use in any way he wished. She saw it all, Cole’s intruding pole disappearing into her shimmering slit only inches above her eyes. As Cole pulled back an inch, pausing for effect before pushing deeper into her, drops of orange mango juice and Monica’s own secretions dripped down onto her face.

It was hard to believe her eyes, seeing her little hole stretch so far out, engulfing the fat leading head of Cole’s cock, then snapping shut around the long trunk that connected with Cole’s hairy crotch. Cole pushed into her another inch, and a few more drops fell onto Monica’s cheeks. Even before achieving anything like an orgasm Monica considered the nasty and deviant act she was participating in as the best sex she had ever had and she could hardly wait to see what more Cole had in store for her.

He went slow, assuring Monica that she could easily fit both him and the little slice mango inside of her. To her disbelieving ears Cole insisted that her pussy was a god given joy to men and was meant to be fucked, but most especially loved by him. The onslaught went on for long, Cole moving his cock back and forth just above Monica’s eyes, pulling back her legs, playing one thumb around her clit as another hand massaged her breasts. It was overwhelming and Cole kept it up until Monica finished a second screaming orgasm. Cole only paused to ask, “Can I have you now Monica? Please let me cum inside of you. I am so in need,” and almost in frustration Monica moaned out “Cum in me. Just fuck me and cum in me Cole. I want you to.”

The next couple of minutes were a blur, Cole holding Monica’s legs up and wide as he pounded hard and deep into her hole, his fat ball sac waving just inches above her eyes as they slapped into her furry twat. The wet noise of the hard rough fuck with the mingled sexual juices filled the room, and all Monica could do is lay there and watch the act be done to her. Then Cole let out a groan, another plea for Monica’s cunt to suck his cock, and his balls seemed to spasm with the effort of emptying themselves into her.

The sight of the bouncing balls, his ball sac moving back and forth, at times even touching her nose, was unique. More amazing was the sight of Cole’s pole moving back and forth, disappearing inside of her as her pussy lips grasped tight to its girth. As Cole groaned out and unleaded his load of cum inside of her, she could see a white froth build at the edge that then began dripping down to cover her face.

Cole finally slowed and them stopped, his cock embedded deep inside of Monica, his balls pushed hard up against the fur that rimmed her slit. Cole leaned into Monica’s doubled up form, the two joined in a way Monica had never before considered. They were connected like that for a short time, but Cole finally rose, standing up, his cock still held deep inside of her, his face showing the sheen of sweat that Monica could feel covered her own body as well. That was when he pulled back, pulling his still significant size slowly out from within her, the wide tip only reluctantly being given up by her vaginal gate. Then there came a slow deluge of white and orange cream pouring out from within her.

“Drink it baby. A little of me, a bit of the mango, and some of you. Taste yourself. You are delicious.” And with no more need of encouragement Monica opened her mouth and took in the slow viscous river made up of male cream and crushed mango and her own sexual secretions. Twice Cole pushed his cock back into her hole, suctioning out just a little more, having her lick his cum-slathered hood and swallowing the liquid reminder of their shared sexual union. And then of course Cole used a finger to pull out the sorry remains of the mango, just some orange pulp with slimy streaks of white. He fed it to her while saying, “You see? You are more delicious to me than a mango. I will never let you go. You are fully mine now.”

Cole finally helped Monica roll her legs and back onto the bed, Monica moaning in pleasure at being able to stretch out again after the long wonderful fuck. Her mind was overwhelmed and her loins warm and happy with both her own release and that of having just been fucked to exhaustion by the man at her side.

Two hours later Monica found herself leaving Cole, reluctantly departing from a man she still hardly knew and yet was now fully enthralled by. She could barely walk, each step made with an effort, partly from her exhaustion, and partly from the feel of the small whole peeled mango that Cole had slipped inside of her before allowing Monica to don a pair of June’s borrowed panties. “Something to remember me by,” he had said.

As she lay in her bath, bathed as much by water as by the memory of the prior few hours, Monica reached over and again took up the white oblong seed, streaks of orange fiber still adhering to it’s surface, and sucked it into her mouth. The biting taste of Cole’s manly cream was gone, but the memory remained, and Monica smiled.

It wasn’t just the uniqueness or deviance of the sex Monica found herself surprised and excited by. It was the intimacy, the connection with a strange man who seemed to revel in everything Monica felt she had to hide from Jim. True, the hard fucking and demanding need of the man was exhausting, but it was exhilarating at the same time. And with the extreme sex came a limitless intimacy, in which nothing could be hidden or judged.

In Monica’s mind the best and perhaps most deviant part was lying next to Cole, one thigh over his hip, his long half-hard cock pushing through and resting on her lower stomach. This wasn’t just sex, where Cole had fucked Monica into a special place. This is when Monica and Cole lay together and Monica gave much more than just her body to his man. His hands held and comforted her, making love to her breasts and body as he kissed her with soft tender touches of his lips and tongue. By necessity she had to push all thoughts of Jim to the side, promising to give herself up to her husband every night for the next month if only she could continue holding Cole for the next hour.

That’s when Cole had asked about her past and why she was the insatiable and cheating slut that she was. He didn’t ask it quite like that, of course. That little bitch June would have spit it out with a laugh, but after having emptied his balls into her for a second time, Cole acted as a loving and caring partner. Sated and with Monica laying exhausted in his arms, Cole seemed to become less demanding and simply more inquisitive about the woman he had found waiting for him in his bed.

“Monica, sweetness. I’m sorry for being so abrupt but I must tell you, I’ve never met a woman like you. I’ve felt a need for you since our eyes first met, and now that we’ve lain together, I only want you more. My worry is that I could never be enough of a man for you. Every orgasm, every thrill I give you, still you seem to want more.”

Monica had again been shocked at his words, truthfully thinking that Cole was more than enough man for any woman in the world, but still aware that she would love to repeat the previous two hours over and over again.

Monica paused, remaining silent with her unsaid thoughts, so Cole pushed on. “So, tell me. As your most illicit lover, tell me of when you lost your virginity. When did you first have sex? Not with Jim I’m assuming. Maybe with a high school boyfriend?”

This question caused Monica to raise her head and give out a gasp in a false show of shock and surprise. Then she lowered her head back onto his shoulder, running her fingers through the mass of curls on his chest and gave a minimal answer. Minimal, but still more than she had ever admitted to Jim.

“Oh, it depends on what you mean by sex. I guess I started early, but not with what you’d call real sex. Sure, boys wanted to feel up my tits, but I was just as curious about them. Other than kissing and making out in the park, I guess it all started when boys began asking me for special favors.”

“What’s that? What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know. I was getting to be that age and wondering what real sex was like. Not that I wanted to go all the way. Me and a couple of girlfriends kind of talked about what high school would be like, what boys would do on dates, and for some reason we believed that high school guys would all want sex, not that we were real clear about what that was. It was a friend’s older sister that insisted we learn how to make a guy happy with our mouths. I remember her joking about us needing to practice shoving a whole banana down our throat. We could hardly believe it, but after we stopped laughing we had to consider how getting a guy off with our hands or by using our mouth would be a lot safer than real sex.”

Ah,” interrupted Cole. “That’s why you can give me such pleasure with your mouth. You must have done it a lot in high school.”

Monica swallowed, wondering just how far she needed to go with Cole, but it felt good to admit to this most intimate stranger some of her most hidden secrets. “Well, yeah, but before that. We all wanted to see what it was like. You know, what a boy’s penis was like and what it would take to make him cum and ejaculate a load of sperm. Sure, we’d seen videos and shit like that, but no real experience. We had no idea what being naked and alone with a guy would be like, so we all agreed to go out on dates with some of the older boys we knew and give it a try.”

“And this was before high school?”

“Well, maybe a year before. We didn’t know a lot of older guys, they were kind of scary, so we started arranging to get set up with each other’s older brothers. I was an only kid, but one girl had three brothers, two of whom were still in high school. We figured they were the safest ones, at least until we had real boyfriends. We kind of did a tag-team thing with them, each of us wrangling some alone time with the boys while their sister had another girl’s brother to herself.”

“And you had sex with them? All of these boys?”

“No, no Cole. Just halfway. You know, using our hands, maybe our mouths while the guys got to see what some half-formed breasts were like. The guys caught on real fast. In the space of a week we’d all been given private lessons on how to make a man happy. For the most part it was really gross. More of a disappointment than anything, and yet really dirty and thrilling. We joked about how bad it was and then fought each other for who got the next turn.”

“Really? You girls hated it but wanted to keep doing this with these boys?”

“Well, they were older boys, which was kind of exciting, and they usually took us out to McDonalds afterwards.” After a short pause, Monica said, “Hey. This turning you on Cole? ‘Cause your little man down there is sure getting bigger.”

“Anything that has to do with you would excite me, but if you don’t mind, why don’t you continue telling me about your exploits and see just how much bigger I can get. Is that all you did in high school? Becoming proficient with your mouth and hands so that the boys would take you out for dinner?”

Monica’s hand went down to keep Cole’s growing length of flesh company, snuggling closer and bringing back memories she had tried to hide deep and in darkness.

“Well, only at first. You know, it was really new and exciting. A couple of the girls got bored or maybe too grossed out to continue, but another girl and I kind of got into it. I branched out from the brothers and dated a couple of their classmates, but then another girl’s brother moved back in for the summer and she suggested I date him.” Then in almost a whisper Monica said, “That’s when I lost my virginity.”

“Wait. You mean even before high school? I’m shocked Monica.” Cole said this with a degree of tenderness Monica could hear and feel. He leaned in to give Monica a light kiss to her head as one hand reached down to pull her thigh a little tighter into him. “Tell me about this special man.”

Monica had hugged Cole back, but her mind had gotten lost in the memory. As she lay there next to him, just as two hours later when she was sitting in her tub of bubble bath, the thoughts of the young man from almost a decade before and his impact on her life couldn’t be held back.

“I’d never met him before and it was kind of exciting. He was like two years out of high school but he’d just lost his job and needed a place to stay. I dropped by to talk with him, you know, just to see what he was like, and he was way cooler than the high school boys I’d been going with. I was afraid I’d be just a skinny little girl to him, but we seemed to hit it off. He offered to take me and his sister out for ice cream, and she was nice enough to give us a little alone time in the car. Just for a little kissing, and that was pretty good. We got together a couple of times after that and he seemed really caring, happy with what I was more than willing to do with him, and he never demanded to go any further down than my chest. He seemed the perfect older guy, and a mouth job seemed to make him just as happy as all the other guys I’d been with.

“Then came the time we spent the weekend together. I know I was really excited when his sister said that her parents were going away for the weekend and that I could come over on Saturday afternoon. She was going to be there with her new boyfriend so I figured everything would be okay. I mean, at the time going all the way meant swallowing while your guy felt up your tits. Didn’t know he had something else planned.”

Cole had become very quiet, holding Monica close and asking, “What was the young man’s name?”

“Lance. I’ll never forget it, though I can’t for the life of me remember his sister’s name. Weird, huh? Anyway, I went over thinking I’d be sharing the girl’s bedroom, but as afternoon turned into night, she confided in me that her boyfriend was going to be sleeping with her. Hey, at that age something like that was a huge shock. I should have left right then, but I just didn’t put all the pieces together until too late.”

Again Cole snuggled in a little closer but didn’t say anything and Monica had continued in almost a monotone, bringing back to life something she’d never fully told anyone else. “So, of course, after talking and drinking a little we separated into couples. I wound up back in Lance’s room, him sitting on the bed while I tried to give him another mouth job. It was all standard operating procedure until he physically pulled me up onto the bed and started sucking on my tits.

“That’s when it all happened, when he just rolled into me and pushed it in.” Monica suddenly stopped her monologue and went up on one elbow, looking into Cole’s face and saying, “Do you remember your first time? You must. Girls sure do. Lance didn’t seem to have any indication he knew what was happening, but it’s sure seared into my memory.”

Monica laid back down and continued, not even waiting to hear Cole give his answer. “So, twice that night, and me trying hard not to make too much noise. I was afraid his sister would hear, you know? More than anything I was embarrassed about what was happening. Sounds stupid, but I didn’t know what to do but let Lance do whatever he wanted. It was kind of cool, but I was scared, and also really frightened that someone else might find out. No way I could tell my parents, so I just went along with it. Even stayed the night, sleeping with my first guy ever. I think I ran home the next day and didn’t go outside for almost a week.”

Cole finally felt he had to say something here but kept it simple. “So, did that scare you away from boys after that? Did you ever see this young man again?”

Monica took a deep breath and thought for a long second before answering. “Yeah, I mean, I just went with it, like in total denial and doing what was easiest. Believe it or not, I saw Lance a few times every week for the entire summer and into the fall, like he was my boyfriend. It was so totally wrong, but I have to give him credit for giving me my first orgasm. And him pushing his face into my twat was a huge shock. He even taught me that any guy worth my time would go down on me before trying to go all the way.” Monica had laughed when she said this. “Of course that little rule got me into a lot of trouble later on. Seems that once a girl’s panties come off, everything’s on the table, especially the girl.”

“And the man? What happened to him?” asked Cole.

“Oh, you know. End of summer, school started for me and he eventually found other things to do. I was pretty upset at first, my first real relationship with a guy ending, but it was all for the best. I had high school and a whole new life to start while he wound up on some crab boat out on the California coast. Or I think so. Doesn’t matter.”

The next hour was the sweetest, at least in Monica’s memory. Cole’s length of manhood had grown to full size, the man obviously being both concerned about and turned on by Monica’s talking about her early discovery of sex. Side by side, Monica’s near leg up over Cole’s hip, he slid into her and slowly reminded her of how important she was to him. Side by side, a long slow act of love and caring as Cole filled her senses with mouth and hands and his ample length of masculine loving.

As Monica thought about it later on, her body filled and covered by a tub of hot soapy water, this was what she most felt guilty about. She was able to push aside the hard and fast fucking, the mango up her hole and Cole’s over the top demands for sex, no matter Monica’s words of complaint. Monica could now even blame June, the little manipulative bitch forcing Monica to perform for her father. But Monica reveled in that final soft and caring hour of loving, with multiple orgasms wetting Cole’s bedding, and then his own release inside of her. That couldn’t be blamed on anyone but Monica. And then there was her opening up about her early days, discovering sex, being physically overwhelmed if not raped by an older man, and then her willing participation in a long relationship with him. That was something she had never even opened up to Jim about.

Laying back in the tub, Monica admitted to herself that Jim probably didn’t want to know. And though Cole seemed caring and interested in Monica’s past life, there were still parts of her past she wouldn’t want Cole to know. He already saw her as a slut with a voracious twat, which may be true but there was no sense in making his assessment any worse. She’d have to be careful and control what she said, what she admitted about her past, if only for her own protection.

For all the truthfulness of what she shared with Cole, there were details about her life back even before high school that she could barely admit to herself. She continued to blame her friend more than the brother, Lance, for his actions. The friend had known what was going to happen, had probably made a deal with Lance, her brother, and Monica had just walked into the trap.

Of course, Monica should have known Lance would be wanting more than what she did for the average high school jock. He had one year of college behind him and probably with some heightened expectations of what to expect from a late-night date. He was bigger than the other boys she had played around with, certainly taller and more physically developed, and much more forward. The high school boys she had started to hang out with were happy just to have Monica’s mouth around their dicks, perhaps feeling up her chest but otherwise focusing on pushing in a little deeper and demanding she swallow as they quickly achieved an orgasm. It was gross, a little fun, and a part of life. All the girls did it.

It was all just gross fun and titillating games, until she found herself in that dark room with Lance. Monica remembers them starting off just like all her other times, but there didn’t seem to be any agreed upon end point. As Monica pulled the fat hooded tip of his cock into her mouth, he began unbuttoning her blouse. That was fine, all the boys wanting to feel up her tits, but then his hands had gone lower and pushed off her shorts. In her mind Monica remembers fighting him, but he was still able to push down her panties and maneuver both hands and his throbbing cock through her open thighs.

When Monica complained, he just pulled her into a kiss, talking soft and having her work on his long hard rod with her hands. That seemed safe, laying on the bed, doing her best to rub Lance to completion as he felt up her tits. Then Lance pushed her hands away, pulled her leg further over onto his stomach, then working his hips into her ass, his hard length of cock pushing back and forth through her thighs.

Monica had never been in that kind of position before with her panties off, half naked and laying on a bed in some boy’s bedroom. She tried to push away, tried to tell Lance to stop, but he kissed the top of her head and told Monica to relax. Then everything in the world changed when the light point of pressure within her slit became a focus of intense pain, then extreme discomfort. With a groan of dismay Monica cried out and tried to turn away from the young man but he had turned with her, rolling on top of her back and ass while pressing his advantage.

With Lance’s knees pushing her legs out, his weight had pressed her body into the mattress. Monica could do little but focus on the intrusive presence of the man’s cock as it pushed up inside of her. She could still imagine her grunts, the heavy breathing of Lance, feeling his weight and then the feel of his hairy chest on her naked back. Monica remembers that she was most aware of the depth of the man’s cock, his hard length of manhood pushing deeper into her and the rhythmic dance of in and out as they bounced up and down on the bed. The initial pain of him breaking her cherry slowly dissipated, but not the feeling of discomfort. It didn’t feel quite right for his cock to be inside of her and for a short while Monica had even wondered if he was doing it right.

To Monica it lasted a long time, every movement of the man inside of her being seared into memory. Then he groaned, pushing even harder and deeper inside of her, his crotch pressing into her ass and a weird feeling of him having an orgasm, his sperm and cum emptying into her. Monica had sucked a handful of guys off, maybe a few times each, so she knew all about the jets of cum a guy would literally shoot out, of how wet and messy and gross a guy’s ejaculation could be. So it wasn’t a real surprise to feel it happen inside of her, to imagine what was going on deep inside her vagina as Lance collapsed onto her with a loud groan.

Monica had just laid there, her heart beating in triple time, until Lance thankfully pulled out of her and then rolled over and unexpectedly pulled her into a kiss. He acted as though it was all normal, telling Monica how wonderful it was to be with her, to have sex with her, as though she had always been his girlfriend, as though he hadn’t just taken her virginity and had his way with her.

Then what? Monica had wanted to go home and hide her head in shame, but Lance had just rolled out of bed and asked if she was hungry. They wound up in the family room, Monica in only her panties, the two of them watching a video and talking as though they had been lovers for years. Between bites of some microwaved snack and comments about the generic show they were watching, Lance leaned over and kissed Monica’s head, or maybe felt up a tit while mentioning without any bit of embarrassment how hot and tight her cunt was. Monica didn’t dare cry out that she was a virgin, had been a virgin, and so she just played along.

Back in his bedroom, Monica had let Lance play the role of lover, returning his kisses but otherwise allowing him to take the lead. Five minutes on and Lance had turned Monica around and leaned her over onto his bed, again pushing down her useless panties and pushing his re-energized cock back inside of her. She remembers this as being a much longer fuck that his first foray through her forest. It seemed unending, Lance’s crotch slapping into her ass so long and loud that she worried about her friend might hear. Otherwise it was just long and uncomfortable, Monica wishing Lance would just get it over with and orgasm and let her up.