Miracle Date (need one)

[Alice2015]

As he moved them to her breasts, Anya moved her own hands atop the back of Jake's, encouraging him to grope them tighter as she increased the depth and speed of her plunges upon his cock.

"Oh god," he moaned. "That's incredible...Anya....I'm.....close."

"Cum in me, Jake," Anya pleaded, looking down into the young man's face. She increased her pleasuring of him with more movement, knowing what it took to make a man erupt despite never having done it before now. "Cum in me, Jake. I want you to."

 

[TheRPGuru]

To hear her say those words. To hear them in such a way, any control Jake had before them was lost. Her hands squeezed his tighter to her breasts, her hips pumped smoother and more deliberate as if her pain was gone and she only wanted to give him release.

Jake let out a ragged grunt and pushed his hips up toward her. His cock surged inside her and he erupted. Ropes of his thick load rushed deep into her, splashing and coating her walls. His griped tightened on her chest and his body shook under her as he filled her.

 

[Alice2015]

Both Anya's eyes and mouth opened with delighted surprise as a grunt from throat and the pulses from his cock announced his orgasm. She's seen faked orgasms in the movies, even real ones in amateur porn on the internet. But Anya had never seen a man orgasm in real life. It was incredible, both somehow crudely animalistic and lovingly magical. She continued to rock over Jake's groin until the lower part of his body, which he'd slammed up into her to cum finally fell back to the mattress. The tension of his arms, pressing his tightly groping hands into her chest, relaxed as well, and Anya used the opportunity to once again slump down against Jake's body.

She never took her eyes off of him as he rode out the euphoria. It was unbelievable that she had done this to him. She had made him cum: Anya Clark had caused Jake Rudger to finally enjoy the experience of orgasm within a woman. It made her feel so, what, important? Of all the things in her life, Anya already knew that she would remember this for the rest of her life, what she'd done for Jake.

She was so entranced with her lover's joy that Anya had forgotten that she, too, had just lost her virginity. Of course, she hadn't cum yet...

 

[TheRPGuru]

Anya watched him orgasm underneath her, within her. Her gaze on him seemed to heighten the experience as her eye implied a voice in Jake's head, I know what you are doing inside me. I made you do it because I wanted it. Of course that was in Jake's mind, but it didn't hurt to prolong and provide extra excitement to the orgasm.

Finally her was drained, his body dropped back to the bed spent. His breathing was heavy as if he just ran a mile. He could feel his cock still within her, slowly softening and as it Did, his cream filling followed.

Jake looked up at her and smiled. "So that's what everyone is talking about." He pushed himself into a sitting position and kissed her. "I'm sorry that you didn't get yours. Give me a few minutes and let me make it up to you." He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her again. "Why don't we wash up? Hot water should ease some of your discomfort...and then I promise to bring you to heaven. Even if I have to eat it out of you." He gave her a promising smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows.

 

[Alice2015]

Jake finally spoke, saying, "So that's what everyone is talking about."

With her head now laid down upon his chest, Anya giggled. "That's it." She lifted her head and, reminding him of what they'd discussed earlier, she said, "It was horrible, wasn't it?" She kissed him, just a quick peck, and laid her head back down again upon his chest. When he said he was sorry she didn't get hers, too, she giggled again; and after he asked for a couple of minutes of recuperation, she told him, "Take you time, Jake. I love being here like this, with you.

"Why don't we wash up?" he suggested, to which she nodded her head against his chest before raising her head to look into his eyes. He continued, "...I promise to bring you to heaven. Even if I have to eat it out of you."

Anya's eyes opened and her face exploded in a fiery blush as she lowered her head again, this time to hide her embarrassment. She knew what he meant by that, and she knew it was as common between new lovers as intercourse. And yet, she hadn't even imagined that Jake would be going down on her this night.

"Maybe I'll let you," she whispered, giggling, then lifting her head to eye him before blushing again. She picked herself up off of him, saying, "Stay here! I need to pee, and lovers or not, you don't know me enough yet to watch me pee!" Carefully, Anya moved her legs and lower body to rise gently off Jake's semi-erect penis. She grimaced, then laughed, asking, "How can just taking it out hurt this much?"

When she was off him, she hurried off the bed as well, then padded her way to the bathroom, closing the door with one last look back at him and his now experienced cock. Inside, Anya moved to stand before the mirror, looking at her face and over her upper body. She didn't look and different. She was no longer a virgin: she'd surrendered her V-card. Shouldn't she look different? She sure felt different, both literally and figuratively. She wasn't a virgin anymore. She'd had a man inside her. A man had had his cock in her, had emptied his cock in her, had filled her with his seed.

That thought made Anya look to her lower half, spreading her feet a bit and parting her knees wider. She hadn't known whether to expect blood dripping from her due to a broken hymen or not: she'd been using tampons for years, and she'd been told that sometimes that or certain physical activities often broke the barrier. Although there was a noticeable amount of thick liquid escaping her, a combination of Jake's semen and her natural lubricant, it was clear. Anya sighed with relief, having feared embarrassing Jake if he'd found a reddish wet spot on the bedding.

She snatched up a rag and washed between her legs, then peed, and cleaned herself yet again. She was about to go back out, but hesitated to look over her body again. She smiled, reflecting on what she and Jake had just done. And though she knew that the woman standing here now was the same woman who had stood here an hour ago, donning the now discarded panty and bra set, Anya thought to herself, You're a woman now.

"Come in here," she told Jake after she tied a large bath towel around her body and opened the door to gesture him inside. As he neared, she backed away toward the open shower door, in which a steaming flow of water was already started. She smiled wickedly, dropping the towel as if it was the first time Jake was seeing her, and asked, "Wanna wash my back. Or. Whatever?"

 

[TheRPGuru]

They lay there for a while, Jake's heart started calming down and he could settle in to just enjoying Anya's body on top of his. Her warmth, her skin, her breasts, all felt wonderfully comforting upon him. She covered him like a blanket and he had never been happier than he had in that moment.

Finally Anya shifted on top of him, pushing herself back upright. "Stay here! I need to pee, and lovers or not, you don't know me enough yet to watch me pee!" She slowly lifted herself off of him, his semi-hard cock slipping out of her with a wet flop. Anya winced as he felt form her, and Jake frowned as he didn't like how much he seemed to have hurt her. "How can just taking it out hurt this much?" She asked, laughing with the pain.

Jake frowned and shook his head, "I'm sorry." he told her. He watched Anyay disappear into the bathroom and he felt terrible. He felt terrible that he hadn't made her cum, and that her first experience with him had been one of mostly pain. It sucked that virginity worked that way. He wanted her to look forward to sleeping with him, to enjoy it, and yet that wasn't meant to be with her virginity.

Yet despite that Jake also felt great. He had finally had sex, with a woman, a beautiful woman. He realized that he yet had sex with Anya Clark! Famous, super hot, starlet Anya Clark. Not only that but he had came inside of her. As Jake lay there waiting for her, millions of his sperm where swimming up her womb. That thought turned him on as he lay there. He found himself reaching down to touch himself only to find his shaft was sticky with the sex juices mixture.

He smiled and stared up at the ceiling. Virgin no more.

"Come in here," Anya's voice came from the doorway, and Jake rolled over to look at her. She was wrapped in a towel and he could here the water running. Jake smiled at her as she waited for him from the door. Jake jumped off the bed eagerly and darted after her into the bathroom.

Anya dropped the towel for him, which made him wonder why she had even bothered, though he enjoyed the view of her tight naked body anyway. "Wanna wash my back. Or. Whatever?" She asked.

He stepped up to her and brought his hands up to caress her sides lightly, up and over her shoulders, then back down. "I'll wash whatever you want." He told her and looked down, wondering how the heaven between her legs felt.

But he didn't ask, and just stepped back to let her get into the shower, climbing in after her so that she could have the water first. Jake loved the way her hair clung to her body while it was wet, it added an extra sexiness to her as if she needed to be even more sexy. Jake grabbed a washcloth hanging for a bar in the shower, and wet it.

He grabbed the bottles, found the one that said bodywash and began to pour the bottle into the washcloth. All the while he hummed lightly to himself and smiled. Strange how getting laid could put you in such a good mode wasn't it? He stepped to her and began to run the cloth over her shoulders. He started there, high on her body and innocent enough. His hands made little circles, rubbing her and lathering her all up and down her back. Soon he dropped to his knees behind her and ran the cloth over her ass, squeezing and rubbing her cheeks more for his benefit than for hers.

"Okay that's gonna be one clean ass." He said standing back up. He held the washcloth, now extremely lathered up, before him. "Can I do your front or you wanna get in done before tomorrow?" He teased.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: Warning! Pic below is graphic. Open in private place, if at all.)

Anya had never experienced anything as erotic as having Jake wash her body. It rivaled fucking him, even. Of course, if she orgasmed the next time they were engaged, she might not think so much about the bath, but at this moment, with his one hand free caressing over the skin that his other hand with the cloth had soaped up, it was simply magical. Oh, Anya had been caressed and, more often, groped by a few boys and men in the past. But never naked, never with the intention of immediate sex, and never with such joy and passion heat as she felt for Jake right now.

Her breathing was deep and conspicuous, as were her frequent sighs and moans and soft That feels good comments. Her body writhed as Jake's hand curled around her breasts, over her buttocks, between her thighs. She had to warn him off her pussy, telling him the soap would be irritating.

"Okay that's gonna be one clean ass." he said after returning to his feet.

She laughed and turned to face him, slicking her hair back away from her face before sharing a soft but erotic kiss with him. She told him, "Jake, for being an 18 year old former virgin, you really know how to get a girl hot."

She kissed him again more passionately, pressing their wet bodies together before he asked, "Can I do your front or you wanna get in done before tomorrow?"

Anya laughed, taking the wash rag from him before telling him, "You can do it tomorrow, because now it's my turn."

And she set about washing Jake's incredible body just as he had hers.

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Anya splayed her fingers out with the cloth after filling its surface with more of the body wash, then ran it over him slowly, following behind with her free hand. She traced the tips of her fingers around the pronounced muscles of his chest, his belly, and (after telling him to turn) his back. As he had, Anya dropped to her knees, running both hands over the teen's strong buttocks and legs. She'd seen a lot of fit men in her life. Hell, she'd done a variety of photoshoot for this product or that, this service or that, and often had had younger and older men alike who spent dozens of hours a week in the gym, perfecting their manly appearance. And yet, to this day, she'd never really appreciated a man's body in the way she did Jake's right now.

"Turn around," she commanded, urging him with her hands. When he was facing her, Anya found his cock at half mast and, without hesitation, took it into her hands to give it a thorough cleaning. It hardened, so quickly that Anya laughed, a bit embarrassed, before looking up to Jake to ask, "Did I touch an on button, or what?"

She laughed again, and returned her full attention to the beautiful cock. She soaped it all up: cock, balls, curly muff of hair. She stroked his shaft, slow and tight, her hand slipping up and down his full length with ease. She toyed her finger tip around his bulbous head, ensuring she kept the soap away from his hole and she had earlier told him to stay away from hers. Jake's pleasure at the bath was obvious and expected, and Anya seriously would have remained there toying with it for ever had her knees not begun to suffer the pain of being pressed against the enamel-coated metal.

Standing, she helped him rinse off and thought back to one of the words he's used earlier in their shower: tomorrow. What did tomorrow hold for them? She'd asked him when he stood before her, his cock in her hands, if this was going to be their little secret, and he'd promised it would be. But, that was for now. Was it forever? Was this a one time event for the pair of them? A losing of virginities and nothing more? Or were they going to be lovers for days, weeks, months, or even years to come? And if so, how long would their secret remain a secret? If the paparazzi didn't learn about them, would Anya and Jake make the decision to out their relationship? They surely would. If they had a relationship after this one night of love making.

"Dry off, and I'll meet you in bed," she told him, urging him to leave the shower without giving him a choice. She kissed him one last time before explaining, "One more thing for me to do, and no, you can't help."

After he was out, was dried, and was absent, Anya closed the shower door again. She turned the shower head to the hard, massage position, took it off the holder, and lowered the hose to her groin. She began spraying the steady stream on her pussy, causing her to draw a sudden, deep breath at the wonderful feel of the warm water pulsing against her clit. She'd driven herself to orgasm this way many a time over her masturbatory years, but orgasm wasn't her purpose here today. Instead, she gingerly fingered her sensitive, now swollen pussy, doing her best to clean herself of the load of semen her first-ever lover had generously deposited inside her. Anya wasn't trying to prevent pregnancy by dislodging all of Jake's little swimmers. She'd had an IUD for years in the expectation that one day she'd finally part her thighs for a man who'd fill her with millions of potential copies of himself.

No, Anya had another reason for wanting her labia and the space nearest them to be clean of Jake's seed, remembering a nasty joke she'd heard a film crewman tell another about oral sex, You can fuck what you suck, but don't suck what you fuck. She hadn't understood it at the time of course: hell, she'd only been 12 or 13. But she'd come to understand it years later, finding it both crudely gross and ironically logical at the same time.

Drying and returning to the bed, again with the oversized towel wrapped around her for illogical reasons of modesty, Anya reached out to take Jake's hand and urge him to stand with her. She stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately while whispering her sweet nothings about how happy she was to be here with him.

"Remember what you said about--"

Her words stopped as she realized she couldn't verbally remind him about eating the pleasure out of her. She blushed, lowering herself to her flat feet and pressing her forehead to his pecs as she giggled. After a moment, Anya pulled back away from Jake, moving him a step away from the bed, turning him to face it, and her. She backed up, hesitated with a smirk, dropped the towel, and sat back on the bed, laying near the middle with her raised knees pressed tightly together. After another moment of smiling hesitation, as her face again exploded in a fiery blush, Anya parted her knees to fully display her womanly features to Jake.

"My turn," she whispered.

She laid back into the pillows and separated her feet to make space for him. She invited him to her with the waggling fingers of one hand as the fingers of the other caressed their way down her belly, very nearly yet not reaching the swollen lips and sensitive nub of flesh for which the pleasure of orgasm those fingers had been responsible for years. Was that about to change now? One could only hope. Anya could only hope. And, since she knew he wanted her to end this night with the joy of shared climax, Jake could only hope as well.

(OOC: She has a "landing strip", not an entirely shaved pussy. Up close, graphic pic! Just trying to get you hard, or hard-er. )

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake had imagined taking a shower with a beautiful girl before, because of course he had, but no imagination could prepare him for what it was really like. He expected it to be erotic and sexual, and there was a part of it that was. Anya's hands upon him was something else though, the she took great care with it, using her chance to run her hands all over his body. She would trace her fingertips through the lines of his muscles, she explored him in a way that was mesmorising. As if she wanted to commit him to memory.

It left him easily growing hard for her again, something she noticed right away when he turned around to face her at her request. Her eyes brightened and her hand wrapped around him quickly. Again it was erotic, but there was care to her attention as well. His shaft turning into steel once more at her touch, which brought a giggle from her.

"Did I touch an on button, or what?" She asked with a knowing smile.

Jake shrugged, "YOU are my on button." He told her.

Anya continued to stroke him, focusing her attention on cleaning his semen delivery system to her greatest ability. Jake breathed slowly, not letting himself get to carried away with it. Yet her hand stroked on him, covered in soap which acted like a lube. He throbbed and pulsed in her grip, and then she stopped.

He paused and blinked, realizing she was give him orders and pushing him into the water. "Dry off, and I'll meet you in bed," she told him, urging him to leave the shower without giving him a choice. She kissed him one last time before explaining, "One more thing for me to do, and no, you can't help."

Jake was suddenly out the door staring at the empty bedroom. He glanced back at the closed door and sighed. He moved back to the bed and waited patiently for Anya to return, which didn't take long as it turned out. She emerged once again in a towel, for reasons he didn't understand. She came to him, urging him to stand by pulling on his hand.

"Remember what you said about--" She said, turning him to face the bed so she could drop and robe and fall back. His eyes widened as she lay there exposed to him, her legs spread as if highlighting her naughty folds before his gaze.

"I remember. I promised." He smiled, coming to her. Anya whispered something he didn't hear as he pressed himself to the edge of the bed.

Jake dropped to his knees, grabbing her calves and using his strength he pulled her whole body to the edge of the bed until her flesh was right in front of his face. "I was getting hungry anyway." He told her, his hands still gripping her legs.

Jake looked up into Anya's eyes as he pressed his mouth to her honey pot. Of course he had no fucking idea what he was supposed to do, so he made it up as he went along. He started my simply burying his tongue into her folds, lapping at her slit, starting from her little entrance, up along her pink until his tongue flicked over her pleasure button. He did that over and over before changing focus to just her nub. He wrapped his lips around her and sucked her into his mouth as best he could. Then he trapped her nub gently but firmly between his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly over it. The whole time he did this, he kept hold of her legs in his hands, not letting her squirm away from him.

The way her body jerked on the bed, writhing and trembling, he knew he was on the right track. The sounds she made gave him clues, and when he found something that really made a sharp noise come from her mouth, he repeated it. It was a great way to explore her, finding what she really liked versus what didn't have much of an effect. It was like playing a wet video game, and wet she was. Her nectar coated his mouth, chin, and cheeks. She tasted of warm melon, like Canatlope or maybe honeydew. It was wonderful.

And her moans had turned him on as well, his cock hung heavy and hard in front of him, though she wouldn't be able to see it from where she was.

 

[Alice2015]

"I was getting hungry anyway."

"You’re a dirty boy, Jake," Anya laughed at her lover’s response.

She laughed again as he forcibly moved her to the end of the bed, her ass resting right on it’s edge, but as his head lowered toward her groin, Anya tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She's dreamed about a man doing this to her for years and, of course, imagining it during masturbation. And those dreams and imaginings had often included her watching the man, talking at him, directing him, complimenting him, and ultimately throwing her head in ecstasy as she was overwhelmed by what he was doing to her. But now as it was finally about to happen, Anya found herself unable to watch, too shy to let him look into her eyes as his mouth worked her sensitive flesh.

Anya reacted immediately to the sudden, incredible sensation, drawing a quick breath of excitement as her entire body tensed: her back arched up from the mattress, her fingers grasped at the bedding and pushed her upward, her thighs squeezed shut upon Jake’s head, and with her knees bending more her calves wrapped around the backs of his arm pits. It was a contradiction in body movements with some pulling Jake tighter into her groin as if fearing he might stop and others trying to keep his mouth from her as if fearing he wouldn't.

But while Anya's body may not have be able to choose between stop and oh god don't you dare stop, Jake's body chose easily: he kept control of Anya, gripping her legs keep his head buried in her groin, his mouth pressed against her pussy. And while Jake may not have known specifically what he was supposed to be doing down there, Anya couldn't tell. Right or wrong, the feel of his tongue and lips upon her folds and little nub was driving her nuts in no time at all, resulting in her writhing about the mattress, moaning audibly, and--

"No..." Anya said suddenly when Jake’s teeth found her clit, pinching gently down upon it. She clamped her thighs again and reached to grasp a hand full of hair, begging, "God, no!" She didn’t explain how wrong and right it simultaneously felt, instead only telling Jake between deep breaths, "No teeth. Do that, that thing, you were doing."

Jake returned to tongue and lips only, and after Anya told him That one when his tongue returned to a firm up and down lapping, she was soon writhing at the incredible pleasures the teen was causing her. She'd never imagined oral would feel this good, made even more incredible by Jake's inexperience. Later, she would muse to herself Imagine how good it'll be when he actually knows what he's doing. Her moans became soft, short cries as the pleasure built. And soon, any question about whether or not Jake would fulfill his promise was vanquished.

"Don't stop!" she demanded as her climax announced its imminent arrival. She announced between deep, quickening breaths and cries, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh God. Jake. Don't. Stop. Don't. Don't!"

And then it hit her, the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. The explosion affected her every cell, a tremble shaking her body as a long, loud scream escaped to echo off the bedroom's walls. The first long scream ended, followed by cry after cry the Jake's continued workings at her clit extended the pleasure. She had no idea how long the euphoria was surging through her: twenty seconds, thirty, sixty, more? Her peak had become a plateau, and finally her plateau gave way to a gentle downslope that left Anya relaxing back into the bed, her tensed arms and legs falling back to the mattress.

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake never felt so proud of himself in his life. He was pleasuring her, he could tell by her moans, the way her body writhed on the bed, the wetness that flooded out of her. He was doing his manly duty of provided her release, he was also keeping his promise. When her release finally came, he felt genuinely like he had accomplished a task. He had done his job, and it made him feel good.

She came with a scream of pleasure that he was sure the entire bed and breakfast had heard it. He could feel, hell he could SEE her body shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. Her breasts bounced delightfully as her back vibrated up and down, her head moved back and forth as if she was being overwhelmed.

When Jake rose to his feet, his cock hard as a rock yet again, he found himself eager to experience burying himself inside of her again. He smiled down at her, and moved to climb on top of the bed with her.

But stopped cold as the next sound she made was a snore.

He blinked and looked at her. "Anya?"

No response. Her breathing was even and she was out like a light. She had cum so hard it knocked her out like she had just gone three rounds with a professional fighter. Jake looked down at himself, then at her and frowned. Looks like there would be no round two tonight.

With a sigh, he gently scoped Anya up into his arms and laid her properly on the bed, tossing the covers back before setting her down so her head would be on the pillow. She seemed to cuddle herself up to the pillows and continued to sleep.

Jake went into the bathroom and made a quick call home to say he was staying out with a friend that night, because there was no way he was just going to leave Anya now. When he came back into the room, he climbed into the other side of the bed and pulled the covers over both of them. He spend some time laying on his side watching Anya, before falling asleep himself.