Modern Holes Ch 05 1

"How are you not a complete wreck?" Francis groaned into his pillow.

Maddie pretty much sparkled from her morning alarm going off. "I don't know what you mean. Maybe the running is paying off already?"

"You know what I mean." He sent a vengeful eye through the hole. "Six times!"

"Was it six?" She feigned innocence. "I could have sworn it was more than that."

"No, seriously." Francis attempted to push himself upright, but decided not to half way through. "How is your neck not killing you right now?"

"Did you think I was moving my head?" Maddie stretched an arm over her head.

"Based on a few of them, yes, constantly."

"That's not thinking with portals, science buddy." She stretched the other arm. "It was basically just moving it with my hand the whole time. Quite relaxing actually."

Francis could only groan.

"Oh don't act like you didn't enjoy it." Maddie dressed and put on the sports bra with the hole inside of it. "I'm going for a morning run. You keep me safe, get some more sleep, and drink some juice, pineapple for preference. I want the next time to have a different... flavour to it."

Two lumps formed next to Francis under his blanket. He weakly rolled back over onto his back. Reached for the lumps that were Maddie's breasts and laid them over his face like a sleep mask.

Getting a little more sleep would at least be bearable.

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Francis felt like death. Like his entire soul had been sucked out of him. Maddie wasn't a witch, she was a leech, a vampire, a succubus.

Maddie's breasts eventually became too hot for comfort and he pulled them off to let them fall to the side. Her advice to drink some juice was sounding like the perfect thing to do this morning.

He dragged his sorry carcass out of bed. Feeling not exactly like he would keel over at any moment, but definitely strung out. His penis, which Maddie had eventually allowed him to retain ownership of yesterday, felt a little tender to the touch.

Clothing almost didn't seem like it was worth the effort, but Francis did change out of his pajamas. Putting on T-shirt and jeans for lack of better options took him a surprisingly large amount of grunts. Maybe he would have to get his own fitness in check, just to keep up with Maddie.

At least the bruising from the day before had subsided. He tested his leg and didn't feel anything out of place. So it was time to make the long and dangerous trek, down the hall to the kitchen.

Francis slumped around the corner and made a beeline for the refrigerator. It's cool steel exterior, covered in multiple magnets, calendars, and other pieces of paper, would contain the life saving nectar he so desperately needed.

"Morning!" His mother greeted with a grating amount of sunshine in her voice.

"GRrmrrmrMmmrmrmrmrr." Francis replied with the appropriate fervour and hunted in the fridge for juice. He found orange.

Taking a glass from the cupboard, he brought the orange juice and glass to the table. Set them next to each other. Picked up the juice container, and skipped the glass entirely to upend the juice directly into his mouth.

The sounds of glumk glumk glumk filled the kitchen as Francis downed the half full orange juice container in a single long pull.

When the orange juice was finished, he let out a gasping breath and allowed the empty container to hit the table top and it bounced to topple over.

Debra stared at her Son. She knew that teenage boys had essentially bottomless empty voids in their stomachs, but this was a bit much. "Did you want anything else?"

Francis let out a burp, not entirely for comic effect. "Oatmeal, please." Before resting his head in his hands. "And a cup of tea if you've got it going."

She got up from the table and set about pouring him a cup of tea. "What did you get up to last night that left you so tired this morning?"

Francis stiffened for a moment, but relaxed and looked up. "Movie marathon. We got up to Action Man 12: Depths of Despair."

"Oh yeah, I remember that one. You dragged me along with you and Maddie to go see it." Debra hummed a little tune as she grabbed an oatmeal packet. "That was the one where they were on an underwater research station right?"

"They fought the evil dread pirate Walter and his staff assistants." Francis stood up the pluck the tea cup from the counter. "Overall, a solid seven of a movie, but ten out of ten for the series."

"I do recall it being surprisingly engaging." She mused while pouring hot water over the instant oatmeal.

The conversation lulled for a few minutes. Francis nursed his tea, the oatmeal cooked itself in the hot water.

Debra brought the bowl and a spoon over to her son. "So what are you up to today?"

"No plans." He started digging into the oatmeal, cinnamon apple flavoured. "Maddie's got a homework meeting with her project partner. So I'm all alone today."

"Well I've got some shopping that needs doing." Debra relaxed back into her chair and stared pointedly at the empty orange juice container still laying on its side.

Francis looked up from his bowl. "Actually, can I come along?"

She cocked her head to the side. "And do what do I owe the pleasure of your company to?"

"I want to get Maddie a water bottle." Francis chewed some of his oatmeal. "She's taken up running lately, and I think that'd make a good gift."

Debra was impressed. Already thinking of gifts. "You're welcome to come with then. Get to it later today, after the church goers get their shopping done."

"Thanks Mom. Also I need money for school lunch."

There it was. The ulterior motive. "Sure. Let me get my check book." Debra shook her head.

He was going to carry every grocery bag for her today.

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"How was the run?" Francis asked Maddie through the gap between her breasts.

"Huuughhghhhhhh." Maddie made some vocalizations that might have come from a human being once. "Started out great. Stopped being so great about ten minutes in."

"Well you did it. I'm proud of you." Francis patted the titty next to him.

"Ha haaaaaaa." Maddie was apparently bent over at the waist.

"So I got to do some shopping later today. Did you want to talk about your trip to Eve's?" Francis asked.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Just let me sit down." Maddie almost fell into her chair. "And also let me get changed. Sweating like a pig."

Maddie didn't immediately move from her chair. When it was obvious that she wasn't moving, Francis gave her breasts a few pokes to prompt her to move again.

She dragged her shirt off and threw it into her hamper. The hole bra went next and that fell onto the floor. Francis was treated to the view of her basement ceiling.

Suddenly struck by curiosity, Francis stuck as much of his face through the hole as he could. He immediately regretted it.

"Oh... GOD Maddie." Francis' nose scrunched up in a wrinkle. "Have you not washed this thing?"

Maddie looked over from her dresser. "Oh yeah, that'll go swimmingly, sticking that in the washing machine."

"I mean, I suppose I could stick this end in my own washing machine at the same time?" Francis looked over at the topless Maddie through the corner of his eye.

She was leaned over an open drawer and pulling out a clean long sleeve shirt. While he was intimately familiar with her tits, this was the first time he saw them on her in full. Those breasts were sitting large and proud but they seemed to mould into her pudgy body which was still tinged red from her time running. A few folds of fat were creased with lines on her stomach that was pushing out over her pants.

Francis was hit in the face with the shirt Maddie had picked then. "Awwww." He complained from beneath the obscuring cloth.

"We're going to talk, AFTER I have a shower." Maddie continued to root through the dressers. "And now AFTER I clean that bra, and the panties now that I think of it."

"Anything particular you want me to do with the other ends here?" Francis pulled his face back and reached through to push the shirt off of the hole.

"Stick them in a bucket or the sink." Maddie closed the drawers she had opened. "I'll hand wash them so if anything gets through it shouldn't be a big problem."

With his hand still through the hole, he gave a thumbs up.

She marched over and gave him a high five. "Now get to it."

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Francis found a bucket, it only got half way full of water.

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Maddie was feeling refreshed, clean, and relaxed. The run had been good. The shower much needed. And now it was time to discuss the game plan.

"So I'm going to be wearing this thing today." Maddie held up the hole panties so Francis could see them through the mirror hole.

"I still think it's a bad idea." Francis had a concerned look on his face.

"Don't be like that. Maybe I won't even need your... support." Maddie returned his concerned look with one of impish glee.

"You know what'll happen if it gets out that we have these things right?" He attempted to keep her on task. "Nothing good, that's for sure."

"Listen, I think we could say to peoples face that we have perfect teleportation holes, and they wouldn't even bat an eye." she laid the mirror hole on her bed.

"They'd think we were lying."

"Yes, but we could say it." Maddie removed her pants and picked up the hole panties to put them on. They weren't completely dry, so it was a bit cool to the touch.

"And when they say 'prove it' huh?" Francis leaned back into his chair. The proposed shopping trip wasn't for a while yet.

"Just don't." Maddie stood back up to admire her handiwork. The black, hole panties weren't the most aesthetically pleasing thing to look at, but it wasn't the outside that really mattered here.

"Right so, you're going to be wearing those." Francis propped the mirror up on his desk. "The entire time."

"Yes. In fact, you should check the pocket on your end now" Maddie took a minute to decide on what pants to wear. Eve was a bit more stylish than she was, so the question was either to step up or give up.

Francis opened his desk drawer where he spotted Maddie's pussy out in the open. It's soft puffy sides poking through the Y shaped hole. He shut the drawer.

"The pocket itself is in with my clothes." Francis spoke through the mirror hole. "You, however, are safe and sound on this side."

Maddie decided on the closest thing to stylish she had, a pair of jeans. "So what I'll do is text you if I want some attention. Make sense?"

"It does, but I will reiterate that it's not a good plan." Francis leaned over to rest his chin on a hand.

"You worry too much." Maddie struggled on the jeans, but not as much of a struggle she had been anticipating, perhaps the running was paying off already.

"I think I worry just the right amount." Francis eyed his phone. It was currently plugged in and charging. The little blue light pulsing in and out denoting so.

The view through the mirror hole was still firmly on the basement ceiling. He was kinda curious as to why it was suddenly so quiet from Maddie's side of things.

The phone he was staring at suddenly lit up with a notification.

"Help a girl out?" It was from Maddie.

Francis sighed. "Seriously?" He asked through the hole.

Maddie picked up the mirror hole and brought it with her as she laid back on her bed. "Just to remove some of the pre-game jitters." A lip was bitten.

"Just so were on the same page." Francis opened the drawer. "I'd do this for you any time you ask."

"That's just one of the many reasons I like you." She smiled at him.

"Oh you like me now?" Francis reached into his desk and picked her up. "I would never have guessed."

"Uh huh." Maddie had other things on her mind rather than witty repartee.

Francis paused. "Oh wait, there's something I promised myself I would do that I haven't had the chance to do yet."

He got up from his chair and locked his bedroom door. Hopefully his Mom wouldn't want to get going immediately.

Returning to his desk, Francis fished out a pair of ear buds and got them linked up to his phone.

Maddie was burning with curiosity. "So what was the promise?"

Francis opened up an incognito browser. "That I would learn how to do this better."

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Pouring into his ears were the words. "I'm here with the lovely Sunny Lane" as Ms. Hartley began her video lecture on the intimate subject of pussy eating.

"Just do what she does." Thought Francis.

It starts with a lot of open hand touching. So he pressed over the entire exposed area. Allowing Maddie's pussy to just fill his palm. He applied a gentle pressure inward.

From there it went into a discussion about how the clit has the same number of nerve endings as a man's cock. Francis allowed his eyes to raise at that notion. Guess Maddie's insistence to 'do more of that' wasn't for nothing it seemed.

Next Ms. Hartley moved on to how to manipulate the clit safely. Pressing downward with the pubic bone as reference, which he was quick to do, caused the clit to poke out just a little bit more. Pointing out that the clit had a shaft, albeit a tiny one.

The next technique was to grip widely, essentially sandwiching the clit inside it's own folds and lips. The advice given there was that it was akin to fully grasping a shaft. An additional benefit was that he wouldn't need any lube to perform this. Just grabbing the entire top section of Maddie's pussy was like jerking her off.

Interesting how she mentioned wearing disposable gloves. Francis hoped that Maddie would forgive him for not having those on hand. At least there wasn't any dirt under his fingernails.

Maddie herself was delighted with how things were going so far. The first time she had been eaten out was after a truly extended amount of foreplay. This initial manipulation of her pussy was quickly getting her up to speed.

Women have a frenulum? Well this lady is an expert. Francis spread Maddie's pussy lips wide and held them open. Her clit was a nub at the top, and in the space below was that frenulum space. He followed along by wetting his index finger and gently stroking that space. Matching the video instructions stroke for stroke.

A pulling motion looked interesting. Francis gripped the soft skin to either side of Maddie's clit. He pulled upward but didn't have the results he was expecting. The video showed the skin being stretched but on his end, the whole pussy in it's hole was just lifted off the table. Have to save that move for another day. He went back to the wide grip massage which seemed to be the go to move.

"Pussy eating is not something you do to her, it's something you do together." Those words struck a chord with Francis. He paused the video.

"I should check in." Francis thought and spoke through the mirror hole. "How is it so far?" He continued to massage Maddie.

"Oh it's real good." Maddie brought the hole mirror up to her face.

"Anything you want me to do again, or should I just keep going on as it is?" He swapped from the massage to the squeeze and rub.

Maddie let out a satisfied groan. "Keep going on. We'll revisit this again later." And let the mirror fall next to her head.

Francis hit play on the video.

Some fingering techniques were next. The video made an important point about how his fingers were not a cock So he shouldn't treat them like one. Francis followed the demonstration and wet two of his fingers then slowly pushed in and down.

He saw the motions as a massage and treated it like one. Pressing down, rotating to the right, moving left. Just generally being firm with his hands, but not jerky hard. This was more for relaxing than anything.

There was an extended portion of talking about mouth position and positioning. As if Francis had just bit into a large piece of juicy fruit, and was trying to keep the juice inside his mouth. He could easily imagine biting into an apple and pressing his tongue to the suddenly open and gushing tear.

Most of the time while this lecture was going on, Francis was performing the earlier moves. Rubbing, gripping, and essentially masturbating Maddie's clit through the grip of her pussy lips.

Ah, it was time to step up a little bit more. He gripped the clit a bit closer together. No longer including her outer lips. Just the clit and it's hood. He pinched and rolled it in his fingers.

Maddie's own hands were roaming over herself. They had reached up under her shirt. She was pinching and rubbing her own breasts. Each time she felt Francis do something new, she would pinch her nipples in time.

Ms. Hartley was making an excellent point about how pussies were sensitive and that women's erections were internal. So Francis started running his thumbs up and down the sides of Maddie's pussy lips. Massaging and attempting to bring blood flowing into her core. With every push upwards he could see the glistening fluids almost leaking out of Maddie, only to be spread a little bit more outwards with every push down.

Some patting on Maddie's clit was next. He heard the slaps and attempted to replicate them. Using the same amount of force as a polite golf clap seemed to work best.

Ah, it was suction on the clit. Maybe Francis' use of tongue flicking was probably a bit harsh last time. So he finally brought his face down to Maddie's pussy and stopped himself.

"You still good over there?" Francis spoke to the mirror hole, mere fractions of an inch away from Maddie's clit.

The only thing he heard was a moan from Maddie emanating from the other side.

Taking that for tacit approval, Francis continued. Finishing the motion from earlier he latched his mouth over Maddie's clit. Applying a gentle suction to bring it in and out with a regular pattern. It's flavour that same salty sweat like taste.

The last change in his position was to bring up his two fingers again and insert them into Maddie's vagina. This time pointing upwards towards that G spot he remembered finding.

A soft vacuum on her clit, two fingers pressed upwards and then hold it there.

Maddie's eyes popped open. Oh this was great! Everything he had done so far had been wonderful, but this was the best.

Her entire body writhed in pleasure. The feelings radiating from her clit and pussy were building and building within her. Signals of pure joy racing up her spine to circulate within her mind.

Maddie squeezed down hard as she started cumming. "Oh god yes!" she spoke out loud while gripping her breasts hard.

Francis changed nothing.

Her vagina trembled and fluttered around his fingers. His tongue and mouth kept up their gentle suction and stimulation of her clit.

Maddie felt herself relax and she allowed her limp limbs to fall to her side.

Francis pulled back a little bit and paused the video. It still had five minutes left. But he had heard an excellent question to ask. "Got one more in you?"

Maddie fumbled up by her head for the mirror hole. "Oh yeah. Please." With her husky voice.

Francis grinned, brought his fingers back up and in, lowered his mouth back onto her clit, and went back to it.

"Yes yes yes." Maddie allowed his fingers and lips to take her away back to the heights of orgasm again.

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Maddie eventually tapped out after number four.

The orgasms had been distinct this time. Francis' earlier efforts had been done at the peak of her arousal but tempered by the need for quiet in the classroom. This time she had been allowed to let loose as it were. The high's had been higher, and the little cool downs between them had made them all the more special.

Francis' fingers and chin were soaked. He was certain she had never squirted, but the amount of liquid that had flowed out from her and his mouth had not been insignificant.

Maddie's hair, at the best of times was normally a frizzy mess. Now it was spread out over her pillows in a haphazard display of head turning and shaking. Her shirt was pulled up high next to her neck. Her breasts and belly, no longer contained by cotton prisons, were exposed to the world.