This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual activity are over the age of 18. Medical references are fictional and contrived to enhance the story. This is a multi-part story. Part One introduces you to Matthew, his Father, and his circumstances. I strongly suggest that you read the parts in order.
It is obviously a fantasy, please suspend reality when reading this. I hope you enjoy this story. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
It's Just Magic - Part Two
"Thank you. That was good," she said. Then she went up on tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. This also caused her breasts to press against me. Then she led the way out of the shower.
I was already fully erect once again, but if I hadn't been, watching her naked body move would have instantly had me fully aroused. Then she surprised me again by taking the towel and drying off my body. She hung the wet towel on my rigid erection and laughed before putting it on the rack.
Then she handed me the other towel. It didn't take a genius to understand the plan, and I happily dried off her body. Then she grabbed both robes, swung them over her shoulder, and walked bare-ass-naked down the hall toward my room. I was flabbergasted, but followed after a second.
When she reached my room she walked in and sat on my bed. When I hesitated she patted the space beside her. "You did very well for your first time. You paid attention to what pleased me and focused your attention on that. With a little experience and guidance, you will become a wonderful lover."
Experience? Guidance? Was she saying what I thought she might be saying?
"I enjoyed the kisses on my neck and shoulder. Come here." Celine took me into her arms, pulled me against her naked breasts, and kissed me. I had never really kissed a girl, not in a passionate way. This was a whole new revelation. Our kiss started warm and gentle. Then I felt her tongue as it lightly caressed my closed lips. I opened them to feel her tongue as it danced gently with mine. This was like having sex, but you could do it with your clothes on.
The passion of our kiss, or kisses I wasn't sure how to classify it, grew and grew. Our tongues were dancing and swirling together when she suddenly sucked my tongue into her mouth. I moaned and thought I might cum from the sensation. "You like that!" She said, then she resumed her passionate kisses. She was also rubbing her perfect breasts against my chest. Soon we were both reclining on my bed.
"I like your chest hair," she said. "It's just enough to tickle my nipples, but you don't look like a hairy beast." Then Celine rolled on top of me, allowing her breasts to dangle in front of my face. "Suck on them, I know that you have been wanting to. Be gentle and make love to my breasts."
I didn't have to be asked twice; she was right that I had been imagining having her succulent breasts in my mouth since I first saw them. I caressed her breasts, I sucked one nipple and then the other one into my mouth. I played with her distended nipple, lightly allowing my teeth to brush against them. "Oh, yes! You will be a wonderful lover!"
She rolled to the center of my bed spreading her arms and legs in an unmistakable invitation. "I'm not prepared," I said reluctantly.
"And you're a good man," she said. "This is going to be your first time, right?" I nodded. "So you do not have any diseases. I have been tested recently, so I don't either. I'm on the pill, so pregnancy is not an issue. We can do this bareback. Now come here."
I crawled between her legs, preparing to move into position. "Would you like to do something that will drive me absolutely wild?" she asked.
"Of, course. I will do anything to please you."
"Lick my pussy. Use your mouth and tongue to do what you were doing earlier with your fingers. The sensations are absolutely incredible. When I start my orgasm, please enter me with your lovely cock. As you pump me full of your cock, my orgasm will continue on and on and on. Take as long, or as little time, as you wish, but fill me with your cum. Can you do that for me?"
"It will be my pleasure." I gushed.
"Actually, I'm sure that it will be both our pleasure."
I lay on my stomach and extended my tongue, allowing it to trace her slit from bottom almost to the top. I didn't know what I expected, but her taste was light with a trace of the musky flavor of the aroma of her sexual desire. I liked it! In fact, I loved the taste; and I loved the way Celine moaned and moved as my tongue moved on her sex.
I ran my tongue along her pussy slit again and again. Celine was humping and moaning. "Please! Deeper! Don't tease me!"
I pressed my tongue into her pussy slit and pulled it up between her lips. I was surprised by how much of her juices accumulated on my tongue. "Oh, yes. Please!" She cried.
I delved even deeper into her as I traced the length of her sex. I made sure to continue all the way to the apex of her slit. "Yes! Oh, yes! Make little Celine cum and cum and cum! Please?" The last was a request. Was this beauty begging for me to make her cum?
After a few more long strokes I began to concentrate on licking her clitoris and swirling my tongue around her sensitive little nub. Then I tried sucking on it, and she lurched and began to flail. That was my cue. I shifted position and pressed my virgin cock against her opening. I pushed forward and my cock was engulfed in the most beautiful, fantastic, amazing, wet, warm sensation known to man.
She was pumping and humping against me, so I began to match her movements. My cock slid through her velvety vaginal canal as I pumped myself into her. My body responded automatically to the sensations programed into us for millions of years. I drove my manhood deep into her spasming core again and again until I was carried to a place where nothing exists except for the two of us and our joining. Then I was filling her with my seed. Every stroke caused me to pump more and more of my essence into her depths.
I was covered in perspiration as I collapsed onto Celine's breasts. Then, realizing that I weigh significantly more than her, I slipped to her side, draping an arm and a leg over her body. Her breasts were heaving as she relaxed from her orgasms. Then she shook all over.
"Are you OK?" I asked worriedly.
"I'm fine. Actually, I'm better than fine."
"But you shook like you were having a seizure or something."
"After I have had a particularly powerful orgasm I will do that, sometimes more than once. I don't know what the technical name is, but I call them 'aftershocks'. It is like an echo of the orgasm that I just experienced. Not as powerful, but still pleasant."
"So you had a good orgasm?"
