They were sitting side by side on the newly re-converted couch in the basement, the family history tome from the night before open to the incantation they had performed the night before. They had gone through it more than a couple of times, trying to get a firm grasp on the rules. The pages following the actual spell had more important information that they were hoping would help them navigate their rather bizarre situation.
As far as they understood, they would definitely need to fuck and John would most decidedly need to come inside Amy. There were a lot of references about how the entire purpose of the spell was to provide seed, and Amy's grandmother had actually underlined this paragraph. So apparently the importance of that fact could not be understated, and they did not want to figure out what would happen if they didn't comply. Once they had succeeded in having sex, in theory the spell would be reversed at sunset, which was to take place at 6:23 pm.
It was barely a little past eight in the morning. They had roughly ten hours, give or take.
"I guess it's unavoidable," John sighed. "We are going to have to fuck."
Amy stared at him, quizzically. She could sense John's dread at the prospect of having to fuck her. It seemed bizarre, especially considering how eager Jane had been to do it just a few hours ago.
"Sweetie, I have to ask," she started hesitantly, not sure of how to phrase what she was thinking. "What's stressing you out so much about it? I mean, you seemed to like me last night..."
John turned to Amy and took her hand in his, marveling at how positively tiny it felt. He was still having problems adjusting to his dimensions and the fact that the world suddenly seemed slightly smaller around him was still surprising. "Ames, of course I like you! I mean, last night was the single most amazing experience of my life. And to be honest if you told me that it would be a once in a lifetime kind of deal, I would be crushed."
"Then what?" She asked, enjoying the way John was stroking the inside of her hand with his thumb.
"It's just... I'm terrified, Amy," John admitted. "I was a virgin up until last night, not to mention a woman. I know next to nothing about sex, and the few things I do know are pretty much what you showed me a few hours ago. Not only do I not know how to use my new body, but I have no actual idea of how to please a lover, period."
Amy smiled with something like relief. "Hey, listen," she said, turning to him and grabbing his other hand. "I may have only ever been with one female virgin, but I have straddled my share of virgin cock. I can definitely...steer you around the curves, so to speak."
John gave her a half-smile. "Ames, last night you...you made me feel things that I don't even have words for. I don't want you to just take me in and make me cum into you. To be honest, I'm pretty sure it would take very little to get me to come. I mean, just looking at you makes me..."
He trailed off. Amy perked up, suddenly feeling strangely aroused. "Makes you what?" she asked him hoarsely.
"Well, if I look at you, if I even so much as linger on your tits, my damn cock starts pushing against these jeans and I have to start focusing really hard on other things to get it to settle down. And when we were going through the book and you were leaning on me, the thing wouldn't stop twitching like mad and I started to feel my balls get...I don't know, itchy?"
Amy locked eyes with John, terribly aroused. Sure, guys had a habit of getting hard for her but John seemed to be so incredibly in want of her it was just putting her in the mood to take him right now and give him some release. However, she understood where he was coming from. And besides, she didn't exactly want him to blow his wad in a couple of seconds. If nothing else, she wanted to enjoy him.
With one quick motion she undid his zipper and pulled his cock out. John gave a surprised gasp that quickly turned into a moan. He started shuddering as his cock quickly hardened in Amy's hand. "Amy, what...what are you doing?"
"You are right, babe," she replied. "You have a couple of things to learn before we both get the fucking we deserve." She started slowly stroking his uncut shaft, knowing full well the effect she was having on him. "But I think that first of all, you need to get your first male orgasm out of the way. I can't imagine you can be even remotely comfortable with all that cum inside your balls."
The first time she had slept with a virgin, it had been with a scrawny Lit freshman she had met at a party and had just plain felt sorry for. She had straddled him and he had jerked around inside her for all of maybe a minute, unaccustomed to the feel of a warm vagina. He had hardly even managed to get himself all of the way in before he just started spurting out wildly. The entire experience had left Amy cold. After that she had decided that she would try to deflower a few more virgins, making sure that they at least got a crash course in basic sexuality. She had considered it almost a public service and she was finally about to reap the rewards.
One of the first things Amy had figure out was that virgins could hardly be expected to hold on for long when they had all that jizz just boiling in their balls. As far as she had been able to figure out, masturbation was nothing to even the feel of a woman's soft hand around their cocks. As soon as she figured that out, she made it her mission to start every virgin session with a quick hand job to, "clear the pipes" so to speak.
She took her hand away from his cock and he groaned in protest. "Take off your jeans," she demanded. At the same time she quickly disposed of her top and skirt, quickly getting naked for his benefits. His eyes grew wide, taking her amazing body in and his already rock hard cock started madly twitching.
"Amy," John said weakly. "I really think that we shouldn't just..." His thoughts were immediately obliterated as she swooped in to kiss him, hard and maddeningly deep.
As Jane, he had been able to almost relax into Amy's kisses and caresses, even as her need started mounting up. As John, he was filled with an overwhelming need to crush, to pull her as close as he possibly could, his cock a divining rod pointing insistingly at the well of her pussy. Amy purred in pleasure, pushed him back and proceed to straddle him. Her pussy briefly brushed against his cock and he let out a frustrating cry, immediately reaching for her hips, the only thought in his mind to lower her onto his cock and push hard.
"Easy, tiger," Amy said, breaking the kiss. "We're not quite there yet. I want it as bad as you do, trust me, but we need to cover a few lessons, first."
John tried to contain himself, even as Amy pulled his tee off his torso, exposing his hairy, rock hard chest and abs. Her lips started roaming and exploring about and his cock started to physically hurt. His balls seemed to be hardening into him and the only thing he could even attempt to do was to stab at Amy's stomach with his hard shaft, yearning for any sort of relief.
Amy could see the combination of frustration and outright pain in John's face and she almost threw her plan out of window and impaled herself on him. It was just the knowledge of how disappointed he would be afterward to know that he had not done anything for her that stopped her. And, of course, the anticipation of reaping the benefits of a few good lessons.
She spit onto one of her hands and quickly lubricated her palm. Then, as she lunged again into his mouth, she started stroking his hard cock.
The sensation almost killed him. He started shuddering and jerking madly into her contact, yearning more than anything for whatever release was coming. "Long strokes, babe," she directed him, between kisses. "Long, deep strokes. I know it's not easy but try to control yourself and not to jerk around too much. Otherwise you'll come too soon."
John tried to focus on the feel of her velvety palm around his shaft and not on his imperious need. He started kneading her ass, savoring the feel of her full, tight and smooth cheeks in his hands. He pinched her cheeks, making her yelp with delight and he couldn't help smiling into her mouth. He found a rhythm and realized she had been right: while he still wanted to desperately come, he was starting to relish the feeling of her tight fist around his cock and wishing he could prolong it just a little longer.
She upped the tempo of her strokes and he started matching them, lifting his pelvis up into her fist as he pulled her towards him in an accompanying rhythm. She started grinding herself into his lap, making him crazy and forcing him to use as much self control as possible to stop himself from begging her to climb on him.
He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking while she threw her head back in surprise and ecstasy. This sent him over the edge and his self control abandoned him. His balls hardened to rocks and all of a sudden he felt his cock contract in the most mind-blowingly delicious way and he started spurting semen out onto her belly.
His first spurt would be forever seared in his memory. The way the pressure that had been building in him had finally released and a long arc of cum had come spurting out while his cock began convulsing, pushing more white hot jizz out, every bit of pressure being released, his orgasm shaking him from the tip of his cock to the back of his asshole. Slowly his body started to relax and he felt every limb go slack. His breathing began returning to normal and he hugged an exhausted Amy to his chest, his cum spreading all over his own stomach.
