I woke to the feel of a small curvy body pressed against mine. The body was incredibly soft, like a newborn baby, and smelled of talcum powder and milk. I opened my eyes and saw a young naked girl with short fiery red hair, lying beside me, her small erect nipples pushed against my side. She had a heart-shaped face and a small button nose.

She opened her slightly slant bright green eyes and met mine. “Good morning, Honey,” she said in an almost worshipful tone. She had a soft high voice, but without any shyness or hesitation.

Something about her rang a bell, though I could not quite put my finger on it. “Your name is Lisa, right?”

“That’s me!

“You were magnificent last night, darling.”

I wished I could remember that night. “Thank you. To be honest, last night is a bit hazy.”

She nodded, “You did have a lot to drink at the bar.”

Me drinking heavily at a bar? That didn’t sound like me.

With no modesty, she sat up, her pert breasts jiggling, and crawled across my double bed and between my legs.

With this naked girl in bed with me, my penis was already fully erect.

She grasped and looked at it with unbridled desire. “Here’s something we didn’t do last night.” She lowered her mouth down on my erection.

“Wait! I want to give you pleasure too.”

Lisa smiled, “But I love to suck your cock! But if you want to fuck again, you’ll get no objections from me.” Crawling up, she straddled my dick. Spreading her pussy lips, I could see fluid dripping out of it and onto my sheets. “Let me take care of you, this time.” With one swift movement, she engulfed the head of my cock, let out a long moan in the process. Thrusting her hips forward, my entire erection was inside her.

I gasped, as I felt her all around me. “You are so tight!”

“And you’re so big!” she panted. “You feel really good too!” She moved her hips against mine and cried out. Her whole body shook.

“I- I’m sorry. I came so soon, my love. But your cock feels so good inside me!”

I smiled. “That’s quite alright. Come as much as you like.”

With her on top of me, I got a good look at Lisa for the first time. She was young. But definitely mature, with pert breasts and a woman’s hips, but a completely bare pussy. She was young enough to be my daughter, maybe even my granddaughter, if I had one.

As she vigorously moved her hips, with me inside her, she definitely showed some skills. Each thrust she drove me insane with pleasure. Her short hair flew around with abandon, sweat dripping off the ends. Her eyes were locked on me. Watching my reactions to her antics.

With her fucking me so enthusiastically, I would not last long.

“I’m about to come!” I warned her. “You might want to pull out!”

“No! I want your cum in me!” With another shriek, she came again.

Not able to hold back, I let loose. My eyes crossed as I sprayed my seed into her womb.

Lisa’s pussy clamped down on my cock, massaging it, like she was trying to milk me for all the sperm I had.

When I went limp, she climbed off my dick. She collapsed onto my chest, sighing contentedly. “Oh, Darling! You are wonderful!”

“You’re pretty amazing, yourself.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“How old do you think I am?”

I tried to make an honest estimate. “E-Eighteen or Nineteen?”

“That’s right, Sweetie. I’m nineteen.”

That got rid of some of my misgivings. At least she was legal.

She smirked, “I guess I would look older if you had not made me shave my pubes.”

“I’m sorry,” I said reflexively. That did sound like me. I did like a girl with a bare bush.

“Don’t be. I like the feel of my newly bald crotch; and I must admit, it looks so sexy like that.” She cooed has ran her hand over her hairless pubic region.

“Why do you keep calling me ‘Darling’, ‘Honey’ and other cutesy names?”

She smiled at me shyly. “I’m trying to figured what is the right pet name to call my fiance.”

“Fiance?!” I exclaimed.

“You asked me to marry you last night.” Suddenly she looked at me suspiciously, “You weren’t lying to me, just to get me in bed, were you?”

I shook my head emphatically. “I told you. Last night is very fuzzy. If I proposed to you, I am sure I meant it, at the time.”

Smiling, the red-head crawled back down between my legs. “I guess I need to jog your memory.” Taking my flaccid cock in hand, Lisa licked and sucked me back to life. She definitely had some oral skills too.

Once I was hard again, I made her stop, and rolled her over. “Now it’s time for me to do you.”

Sitting up on my knees, I pulled her rear up by my thighs, so she was against cock.

She wrapped her legs around my ass.

Inserting my cock into her, I laid on top of her, holding my torso up with my arms.

She made little mewling sounds. “I can’t believe how good your cock feels,” she moaned.

In just two thrusts, she came again. She cried out as her whole body shook. Her bright green eyes rolling up in her head.

“I-I am sorry I came so soon!” she moaned.

I paused my pounding of her for a moment. “Don’t be. You coming is the greatest compliment you give me.”

“O-okay.”

For the rest of this session, I think she came with every stroke of my cock. Her whole body positively vibrated as sweat flew off her body. “Darling! I think I’m about to lose my mind! I can’t stop coming!” she wailed.

Having my balls already drained, I lasted a long time. But eventually, I could not hold back. I felt my balls draw in. “I’m coming!” I cried.

“Yes! Fill me with your precious seed, my big stud!” she replied.

I came hard. It was almost painful in its intensity. I don’t know how much cum came out, but Lisa seemed satisfied.

“Oh, Sweetie! You are so wonderful! I couldn’t ask for no better lover!”

I blushed. I had never thought I was a particularly great lover.

The red-head sat up and looked up at me eagerly. “What do you want to do next? I’ve always wanted someone to fuck my ass!”

I gestured down at my limp cock. “I’m afraid I will not be able to do anything for a while. Let’s get some breakfast.”

Looking a little disappointed, Lisa nodded and got out of bed.

I followed right behind.

As a general rule, I did not make a big deal out of breakfast. Cereal and juice were just fine. I’d get coffee at work.

I did have some eggs and shredded cheese in the fridge, so I decided to make us an omelet.

With both of us naked, Lisa stood beside me, watching me as I took out the eggs, cheese, and milk. As I started cracking the eggs, she rummaged through the fridge, pulling out other ingredients I had never considered in an omelet, like sour cream and lunch meat.

She then started rummaging through my cupboards, looking for more ingredients. Usually, I just use salt and pepper on my omelets. But she added chili powder and paprika to the mix.

I turned on the stove, preheating the pan, but she turned it down. “That’s too hot, to start off with,” she explained.

After pouring the whisked eggs into the pan, Lisa stepped in, and basically took over. I didn’t mind. She obviously knew what she was doing.

As I stood behind her, I realized how small she was. That enhanced her appearance of youth. She was about a foot shorter than me, and I was six foot tall.

In short order, the omelet was done. I poured some cranberry juice for both of us, and put it on the dining table. She cut the omelet so one part was larger than the other, and put the two servings on separate plates.

I was surprised when she put the smaller potion in front of me.

“I feed you, and you feed me,” she explained, with a glint in her eye.

I cut off a bite for her, and she did the same. I leaned forward and took my serving, but Lisa sat where she was with her mouth open. I inserted my fork into her, and she swirled her tongue around the eggs and took the fork all the way to the back of her mouth, before the food came off. She let out a moan as she swallowed with a smile.

It was the most erotic demonstration of eating I had ever seen. My loins started to stir anew.

“I think this is the best omelet I’ve ever had. You are a great cook.”

“Here is your next bite,” she said huskily. She put my next morsel on top of her erect left nipple. She pressed it against her skin hard enough that it stayed in place, at least for a short time.

I leaned forward and ran my tongue around her areola, knocking the food into my mouth. There was some cheese still stuck to her skin, so I planted my mouth on her nipple and sucked hard. I scraped my teeth over her skin, without biting, getting every scrap. As I pulled back, I gently nipped the tip of her titty.

She gasped and her body quivered.

I looked over and saw that my next serving was already waiting for me on the right breast. “My other nipple is jealous,” she whispered.

I leaned in and repeated the process on her other breast. Again, she moaned and shook all over. I don’t know if she came, but she definitely was enjoying herself.

“Now, feed me,” she said hoarsely.

I took a large piece of the omelet and smeared it over my sparsely-haired chest.

The red-head climbed onto my lap, facing me. She licked my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples.

I moaned. How did she know that my nipples were as sensitive as some girls?

My erection started to rise up between us.

Lisa climbed on top of the large table. Pushing the plates aside she laid down. Taking the last portion off her plate, she smeared it over her pussy. “Now, eat me!” she said in hoarse whisper.

Not needing to be told twice, I moved over, so I was between her legs. I grabbed her thighs, and pulled her over, so her snatch was flush with the table’s edge. I put my mouth down on her pussy and ate the eggs off her.

She moaned, “Oh my! Even your mouth is magical. You are so good to me, Honey!” Her body shook, she squirted, mixing her cum with the omelet in my mouth.

“Tasty!” I said with a smile, as I wiped my mouth.

Sitting up on the table, she looked down on my hardening cock. “Now, feed me.”

I spread my legs on the chair. Taking the remains of my plate, I placed it on top of cock head.

Licking her lips, she engulfed my dick. I was not sure that she could fit all of me into her small mouth. But she did it with no effort. She licked and sucked me clean of food.

“I’m about to come,” I warned her.

She responded by sucking me even harder.

I cried out and came, flooding her mouth.

Lisa smiled and swallowed. A trickle of cum dribbled out of her mouth. She wiped her chin, and licked it off her hand.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more sexy.

“You taste good too! Everything about you is perfect! I couldn’t ask for a better husband.”

I didn’t know how to reply. This young lady was the most amazing woman I’d ever met. She was loving and sexy. I could easily see me spending the rest of my life with her.

“We are all sticky and sweaty. Let’s go take a shower.”

She nodded. “We can clean the dishes later.”

My bathroom had a shower that also doubles as a tub. The tub part was too small for me, though Lisa could easily fit in it. It could fit two people, but only one could be under the shower nozzle at a time. Switching between who was under the stream could be tricky.

Lisa was ahead of me entering the bathroom. She reached into the tub and turned on the water, making sure it was warm enough. “Let me get ready for you,” she said with a wink, as she stepped through the shower curtain.

After about thirty seconds, she called out from behind the curtain, “Alright, you can come in.”

I stepped in, and found her on the side away from the nozzle, her body covered in soapy foam. “Go get wet, then I will wash you.”

After I got soaked, I turned the stream away from me, toward the tiled wall.

My lover then wrapped sudsy body around mine, like a giant loofah. Feeling her slick curves pressed against me was incredibly erotic. Sooner than I thought possible, my cock was hard again.

Lisa looked down at my erection with desire, but whispered to herself, “Not here. Too cramped.”

When we were both clean, we stepped out of the shower.

She smiled and said, “Yesterday, you shaved my pubes. Now’s my time to shave yours.”

After a few seconds of pondering, I nodded my consent. I did not have any objections with this experiment.

First, using my metal scissors, she cut my hair as short as possible without cutting me. Then, using my razor, she shaved me twice until I was smooth.

Lisa reached under my cock and grasped my hairy balls. “These need to be done next.”

“Careful!” I warned her. “With my balls’ irregular terrain, it is easy to cut me.”

Looking up, she locked her eyes with mine. “Do you trust me?”

I stared into the emerald eyes of this girl, whom I had just met a few hours ago, and for some reason I did trust her. “I do,” I whispered.

“Then let me take care of you.”

With a firm but gentle hand, she grabbed the base of my right testicle and squeezed until the skin was taut. Her other hand wielded the razor over my ball, until it was completely hairless. Moving to the left side, she repeated the procedure on that ball. When she finished, my cock and balls were totally bald.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

I reached down and felt the newly bare pubes and gasped. “It’s so sensitive.”

Lisa, still-kneeling, reached down and stroked his naked balls. “And how do these feel?”

I let out a purr, “Very nice.”

She leaned up and gave my cock a lick. “Now, let’s get back in bed.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

I didn’t realize it at the time, but all the sex we had had up to that point had been just the preliminaries. Our next session was the main event. We swam in a sea of orgasms, sweat, and bodily fluids. We lost track of time as we came again and again.

Even when I introduced her to anal sex, she came, squirting all over my face.

I don’t know where I got all this sexual stamina from. Maybe Lisa was a natural aphrodisiac. I must have come a dozen times, each time stronger than the time before. Even at the height of puberty I don’t think I could have matched my performance that day. I kept waiting for my endurance to give out, but it didn’t happen. My hard-on would go down for a few minutes, but as I was using my hands and tongue to keep Lisa coming, it would come back up, as strong as before.

And I wasn’t the only one amazed at our marathon sex. Lisa, after one particularly intense multiple orgasm, moaned, “I don’t know what is happening to me! I’ve never felt like this before! It is like I am addicted to your cock. Every time you enter me you light up my entire body! Please, love of my life, fill me with your cum one more time!”

I have never had a lover who was in sync with me sexually every single time. But with Lisa, we were. I never came too soon, and she never failed to come, multiple times.

At one point, while we were both catching our breath, Lisa produced some silky nylon rope (I don’t where she got it). “Want to tie me up?” she said with a smile.

I tied her up, spread-eagle on my bed. There was a hole on each side of my headboard just big enough to fit the rope through. I had never seen them before. The four lengths of rope were the perfect lengths, neither too long or too short.

With her completely at my mercy I tortured her. I ran my index finger up and down the inside of her thigh, staying well away from her clit. Gradually I moved my finger closer in. I rubbed her pussy lips, stroking the newly bare skin of her pussy. Finally, I lightly circled around her clit, without actually touching it.

During this time, Lisa’s arousal was growing. Her pants grew to a moan, then to wails. Toward the end, she was thrashing, trying to force her love button onto my finger. Her pussy was pouring out fluid.

“Please touch me!” she begged. “Stop teasing me!”

I played dumb. “What are you talking about? I am touching you.”

“Please, touch my ... my clitoris.”

“Ask me nicely. Tell me how badly you want it.”

She paused then pleaded, “Please, my husband, Lord, and Master, touch your lowly wife’s clit for her. She’ll do anything you say, just make her come. She needs it so badly.”

I pulled my hand away, and she wailed in despair. Instead, I climbed on top of her and shoved my cock inside her drooling quim.

“Oh yes!! Thank you, my love.” She screamed as the first of many orgasms wracked her body. I fucked her with long hard strokes.

When I finally came, I untied her.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, “That was intense.

“Now it is your turn.”

I figured that it was only fair, so I let her tie me up.

I soon found myself tied to the bed, spread-eagle. Being restrained caused my dick to rise to half-mast.

Leering at my cock, Lisa explored every inch of it, running her tongue around the head. She jerked me off for a couple of strokes, then, using what fingernails she had, she scratched up and down my shaft, leaving little red lines.

Again, I was fully erect.

Starting down at my shaved scrotum, she ran her index finger up the underside of my cock. When she reached the tip, pre-cum came bubbling out. She lapped it up like it was sweet nectar.

I groaned with pleasure.

Much like I had, Lisa tortured me, making my dick twitch and dance, but not come. My cock turned a bright red, and swelled even bigger.

Just when I didn’t think I could hold back, she did something I did not expect. She shoved two fingers up my ass and started massaging my prostate.

I let out a gasp, and my cock grew an inch and turned a deep purple.

“Now you’re ready,” she said with a smile. Raising up, she lowered herself down on my aching member. Unexpectedly, I lasted several minutes before I finally got release, shooting off into my lover’s pussy.

By that time, she had already come at least five times from my supersized erection.

We tried every position I knew, and few I didn’t know, but Lisa did.

We even sixty-nined once, though it was awkward, with me being so much taller than her.

Finally, sometime in the late afternoon, I had had enough. I either passed out or fell asleep. I don’t know which.

When I woke it was after eight pm. The sun was still up, since it was late May.

Lisa was not in the room with me.

I looked around my bedroom. My bed sheets were a tangled, sticky, soggy mess. There was no way I was going to sleep on those tonight.

I got up, tossed the soiled sheets in the laundry hamper, and headed for the linen drawer. Surprisingly, I had an erection.

From the hallway I smelled something hot and savory coming from the kitchen. I changed my trajectory and headed there instead.

In the kitchen, Lisa, still naked, was putting something she had made with the few food items I had in the fridge and pantry, in the oven. “You’re up, good. We should be ready to eat in about ten minutes.”

Looking down at my cock, she smiled. “I see you’re also up in other ways. Your stamina never fails to amaze me.”

“I swear it is all due to you. No one else has ever affected me this way.”

“You say the sweetest things, darling,” she said as she leaned in for a kiss. At the same time she gave my shaft a gentle squeeze.

I figured it was time to possibly put some cold water on our flame. “Tomorrow is Sunday. Do you want to go to church with me?”

She stared at me like I had said the stupidest thing in the world. “Of course! You really don’t remember anything about yesterday, do you?”

I shook my head, “Why don’t you tell me.”

She pondered that question briefly. “Maybe later.”

“Speaking of mysteries, I know so little about you. Tell me about yourself.”

Lisa looked into my eyes. “Even without these answers, do you trust me?”

“For some reason I do. I let you grab me by the balls, and tie me up. If that isn’t trust, what is?

“But still, can you at least tell me your last name?”

“I have no last name, like Cher and Beyonce.”

“What does it say your last name is on your driver’s license?”

“I don’t have a driver’s license. But if I did, it would say Lisa NLN. Short for No Last Name.”

“Do you have a job?”

She shook her head. “Not at the moment. The only job I want right now is making you happy.”

Right then, the timer on the oven went off.

Lisa slipped on the potholders and pulled out the casserole she had made. On top was some rolls from a tube that I had had in the fridge for about a month. It smelled heavenly.

She took it out to the dining room and sat it down on the table, on top of a hot mat. Using a large tablespoon, she served me a generous helping.

I took a bite, and it tasted even better than it smelled. “This is delicious!” I exclaimed.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said.

I looked around, and my girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. I looked around and found that she was under the table, kneeling before my still-hard cock.

“What are you doing down there?” I asked. Talk about your stupid question.

“You have your hot dish. I have mine.” Taking my dick in her hand, she greedily swallowed my cock. With great gusto, she fellated me.

Too distracted to eat, I leaned back and enjoyed the sensations. Too soon I came, spraying my load into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

Climbing out from under the table, she had the widest grin. “I swear, if I could just eat your cum, I would not need to eat anything else.”

I gestured at the casserole. “There is too much here for just me. Help me eat at least part of this.”

She nodded and took her place next to me at the table.

I asked her, as we ate, “Do you know anything about me?”

She smirked, “I already know everything about you.”

As she ate, Lisa basically spelled out my biography. From my birthday to my blood type (A Positive, like her). She spelled out all my girlfriends from the past, the ones I loved but didn’t love me back, and the ones who wanted to marry me, but I didn’t. She told me personal things, things I had never told anyone about.

“How do you know all this?” I asked, stunned.

“I know everything about you,” she repeated. “Because of that, I can love you with all of my heart. No reservations.”

That left me speechless.

Finished eating, Lisa stood up. Naked, she spread her arms. “Come, my husband. Let’s go to bed and make love together.”

The two of us embraced, kissing deeply. When our lips finally parted, I picked her up into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.

Where there was a bare mattress.

I let out a groan. “I forgot to get a new contour sheet. Stay right here. I’ll go get it.”

In thirty seconds I was back with the replacement bottom sheet. Together, we put it on.

I stood in front of her, the mood broken. We both laughed.

“Let’s go back to the dining room and try this again.”

“Good idea,” Lisa said wryly.

Trying again, we embraced, kissing deeply. I took her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.

I laid her down on the fresh sheets. She bent her knees and spread her legs wide. On top of her, with my dick poised to enter her, I kissed her again.

“I love you so much!” she whispered.

“I love you too,” I replied.

As I slid into her, I felt myself merging with Lisa. For a brief eternity, we laid there, my member buried deep inside her. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, our breaths synchronized. It felt like we were looking into each other’s soul.

I slowly pulled out, then surprised her with a swift thrust.

Lisa cried out as her body shook in orgasmic bliss.

Again I stopped, waiting for her to regain control. It took several minutes until her breath slowed, matching mine, and she stopped shaking.

She looked into my eyes, love and a little awe radiating from them. “Please...”

“Please what?”

“Please, my love, don’t stop.”

“We have all night, Lisa.”

She started, then smiled and nodded.

I resumed again. Slowly driving her to sweet madness. Each thrust caused her to come. I paused briefly, to let her catch her breath, until I inflicted more orgasms on her.

“Oh please!” she cried.

“Yes?”

“Don’t stop! Whatever you do, don’t stop!”

Laughing I continued.

Even with my slow deliberate pace, I eventually reached my limit. My balls pulled in.

“I’m about to come,” I warned her.

Lisa gasped, “Oh yes! Fill me with your incredible sperm.”

Still not going all out, I increased my pace.

Lisa’s orgasms increased in pace as well.

Crying out, my hips jerked in and my loins exploding into her, followed by smaller spurts. A wave of cum spewed out of our joining.

Lisa arched her back and cried out yet again.

I pulled out my limp dick, and collapsed beside my girl.

“That was incredible!” we both said simultaneously. That caused us to burst int laughter.

She leaned on her side, she looked at me. “I am pregnant with your child,” she said with a smile.

I was at a loss for words. “It’s too soon! How do you know?”

“I just know,” she said.

“Tonight, we need to get some sleep. Church is tomorrow.”

I nodded. As I Iaid down beside her, I felt a release. The incredible sexual energy that I had possessed was flowing out of me. My normal sexual drive would have to suffice from now on.

The next morning, I woke to the heavenly sensations of Lisa sucking my cock.

I opened my eyes and smiled. “Good Morning.”

Taking her mouth away, she smiled back. “Good Morning, darling.”

“Now that is what I call a wakeup call!”

“Glad you like it. Maybe this will become a daily routine.”

Returning to her chore, Lisa made a long lick up my shaft, like it was a candy cane. Once my shaft was covered in saliva, she slowly swallowed my cock, starting with my head, and moving downward with a bobbing motion.

“I’m about to come!” I warned her.

The red-head made a little happy sound, and increased her bobbing.

True to my word, I came in her mouth.

With a smile, she pulled away from my wilting dick. With a smile, she swallowed my load. “I will get breakfast ready. You go take a shower.”

“Sure you don’t want to join me?” I asked a lascivious grin.

“I’ve already showered. We are on a schedule this morning. I do not want to get us waylaid.”

Disappointed, I went into the bathroom alone.

When I was done, I dried off and went into the dining room.

Lisa was setting out two bowls, disappointed. “We were out of eggs. Looks like were having cereal.”

I touched her shoulder. “That’s okay. Cereal is what I eat for breakfast, more often than not.

“We need to go to the grocery today, after church.”

I nodded in agreement.

When we were done, I stood up from the table. “We need to get dressed.” It then occurred to me that I had never seen Lisa with clothes on. “Do you have any clothes here?”

“Only the ones I wore here.”

In the living room, lying neatly on the couch was a white sundress with sunny yellow polka dots, a pair of bikini-style yellow panties and a pair of ballet-style slippers.

She stepped into her underwear and pulled them up. She wriggled uncomfortably. “Do you think I should wear these under the dress?”

“I think so. We don’t want a wind gust to scandalize the neighbors.”

None too happy, she slipped the dress over her head. It had short sleeves, and the skirt went down to just below her knees. The fabric was thin enough that you could see her pert nipples jutting against the top, though it was not obvious.

“Is this too informal for your church?” she asked.

“No. Some people wear jeans and tee shirts, and no one bats an eye.”

I put on a short sleeve plaid perma-press shirt, and some black slacks.

I drove us about a mile to my church.

There were several adult Sunday school classes. Some are just for singles or married couples, or all retirees or millennials. The one I went to every week was a mixture of all ages and marital statuses. I liked the differences of viewpoints.

When I arrived with Lisa on my arm, she and I became the center of attention. The class secretary asked for her vital stats. When they asked what her last name was, she told her that she had no last name, but added “But I hope to have a last name soon.”

That caught a lot of attention. When they saw the extremely affectionate looks and touches from her to me, they caught on that we were seriously in love.

When they asked her birthday, she told them nineteen years before the date we met.

The lesson that Sunday was on Adam and Eve. Lisa listened with rapt attention.

She only spoke once, when she pointed out that Eve had not been alone with the serpent, when he tempted her. Adam had been there with her. He had heard the whole conversation, and not said a word or tried to intervene.