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imagination.  This work is meant as ADULT entertainment.  If the laws 
where you sit say you're too young to read this, go away and turn 
yourself in to the thought police.  Even thinking about sex is dirty and 
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                            m/F  con  hum  1st
NOTE:  Once again, hit the halfway point if you want to go straight to 
the party.  This is not a sex story, this is a story that has sex.  
Remember:  fiction is not fact, nor need it pretend to be.  If your first 
time was this good, I don't want to hear about it!  Enjoy!
 

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                             ON THE HOUSEBOAT
                                  losgud 
                            losgud@hotmail.com

Section A:



"You _are_ very polite, and you're the _best_ of company.  At any rate, 
as I said, I think I've learned my lesson."  Marilyn bowed her head, 
sounding so chastised.  Now we were both staring at her breasts!  "And 
that lesson is," she said brightly, lifting her head and stopping to smile 
while appraising my gaze.  "That one mustn't start what one isn't 
prepared to finish," she chirped.  "I know what we can do now.  As 
long as I'm all nice and slippery," she reached for the front of my 
shorts and quickly undid the buttons.  My erection sprang into her 
hands, which eagerly seized it.  "Oh my goodness," Marilyn looked up at 
me, her eyes big and round and sparkling.  "_Nice_ cock, James!  It's 
even prettier than the rest of you.  The one part of you that's _all 
grown up_!"
        
"What do you mean?  I mean, it's pretty small, isn't it?"  I'd always 
been very shower shy in gym, and I'd never regarded masturbation as 
a team sport.  My only real exposure to pornography had been the 
borrow of a collection of dirty stories, in which all the men were 
invariably compared to bulls and horses and mules.  I knew there was 
some hyperbole involved, but even so I was pretty sure that I 
personally fell into the classification scheme somewhere among the lesser 
rodents.     
        
Marilyn gave a long low whistle that turned into a wolfish one.  "James, 
you have _nothing_ to worry about.  Consider yourself exactly the 
opposite.  I promise you, once the girls get a look at this, you'll be 
beating them off with a stick.  Take it from me, the voice of experience.  
I'm _quite_ impressed.  Now, come here."  She leaned back, keeping a 
firm grip, pulling me along.  When she was flat on her back, she nestled 
my cock between her breasts, leaving it there to start squeezing them 
together.  "How does that feel?"
        
"Just incredible!" I groaned.
        
"_Just_ incredible?" Marilyn teased.
        
"_Totally_ so," I closed my eyes.
        
"I bet you know what to do now."
        
Well, does a dog know how to hump a leg?  I was immersed in world of 
new sensations.  Many of them weren't even sexual.  I felt, for the first 
time in my life, completely relaxed, with myself and the world around 
me.  Deep inside me I felt the first spark of self-confidence.  "You can 
bet I know exactly what to do.  Stay perfectly still, or else I'll explode 
right now!"
        
Marilyn giggled.  "You can touch, too."  She took my hands in hers and 
placed them where hers had been, keeping hers on top of mine, helping 
me to squeeze her breasts as I slowly slid my cock back and forth in 
between.  Then she moved my hands around, leaving them there while 
she resumed pushing her breasts together.  "You never did rub my 
front," she scolded.  "Mmm, nipples are very sensitive but they give a 
woman so much pleasure.  Always remember, gentle is best.  Feel them 
getting hard?  Yessss," she crooned with half-closed eyes, "mmmmm, 
just like _that_.  Do you know what this is called?" opening her eyes 
brightly again.  I shook my head.  "This is tit-fucking.  Isn't that 
deliciously dirty to say?  Think about that.  You're fucking my tits.  
You're tit-fucking me.  Here I am lying back on the top of a houseboat 
getting tit-fucked by a gorgeous young man with a great big cock.  I 
_am_ queen-for-the-day.  Do you like this?  Or is that a silly question?"
        
"Exactly what you said earlier.  Heaven-on-earth.  It's like in church 
how they're always talking about the raptures waiting up in heaven.  I 
always thought they were referring to esoteric pleasures way up there," 
I cast my gaze to the sky.  I returned my eyes glowering to hers.  "I 
had no idea the minister was talking about right up here, on the roof of 
a houseboat, tit-fucking the super sexy woman of my dreams."
        
"Do you really mean that?  Do you really dream of me?  Do you really 
think I'm sexy?"
        
"Well, yes, yes, yes, I do think of you, you know, when, well . . . "
        
"You think of me?" she continued for me at a rasping pant, "really? 
when you get all hot and horny you think of me? or when you think of 
me you get all worked up, you think of me and it makes you so hard, 
thinking of me you just have to pull out this big beautiful cock of 
yours, thinking of me drives you so wild you have to whip it out and 
masturbate like crazy?  Yea?  Really?  Uh huh?"
        
Second big blush of the day!  "It's okay James, it's wonderful, it's 
beautiful, it's perfectly natural.  Everyone has their fantasies, and 
everybody masturbates!  As a matter of fact . . . oh hush your mouth 
Marilyn.  Quit babbling.  I need a gag.  Hmm, that gives me a _good_ 
idea.  If you think this is nice, how about _this_?"
        
Marilyn pushed me away and slithered out from under me, rising up her 
hands still on my chest, balancing against me then pushing me down on 
my back.  She pulled one leg out of my shorts then grabbed my cock, 
giving it a lingering loving look before bending down, slathering her 
tongue all around and up and down, slurping, lapping, licking and 
flicking.  Just when I thought I'd felt everything there was to feel, she 
opened wide and sank her mouth all the way down over my cock.  The 
circle of her lips tightened as she slid her mouth up and down, her 
cheeks going concave as she sucked and sucked, her tongue making 
such motions it felt as if she had a mouthful of them.
        
"Oh Marilyn, oh Marilyn, oh Marilyn," I whimpered out my warning, 
which just made her more frenetic in her movements.  I felt a finger 
slowly stroking forward from my anus to where the rest of the hand 
held my balls in a gently clenching cradle.  I just died!  I exploded 
with an intensity I'd never known before.  The insanity of the pleasure 
of the first spurt was equal to every orgasm I'd ever had combined.  
And the sensations just kept coming and coming.  Marilyn's head was 
bobbing at a furious pace while she alternated between the sounds of 
moaning and gulping.  When at last I was finally finished, she slid her 
lips from me and into a broad smile.  I noticed drops of sperm at the 
corners of her mouth.  She noticed me noticing and darted her tongue 
out to catch them, giving a shiver of pleasure that sent her breasts 
swaying.  She bent back down and gave my shrinking cock a thorough 
tongue bath, then crawled up to nestle in my arms.  
        
"So-o good," she exclaimed, "I really _really_ enjoyed that."
        
I gasped, "You think you enjoyed that!"
        
"My pleasure, pleasuring you," she whispered leaning her lips in to 
mine.
        
My first kiss!  And what a kiss!  I didn't really know how to kiss, but I 
was learning fast.  She was kissing me as though she never intended to 
stop kissing me.  And at the same time Marilyn was almost imperceptibly 
hunching her crotch against the leg of mine held between hers.  My 
hands on her back began rubbing slow circles, circles that lengthened 
in to ovals, dipping lower and lower.  The upper limits of my motions 
moved slowly down her back as well.  I paused for a breath when my 
fingertips touched the waistband.  I moved on over her bottom, then 
reconsidered, drawing my hands up only to slip them back under the 
fabric.  Flesh against flesh, my hands were squeezing the globes of 
Marilyn's wonderful ass, my forefingers trailing down into the 
separation.  Her breath caught and started coming in deeper gasps, but 
we didn't break the kiss.  Instead she stared into my eyes and began 
thrusting her hips with a greater urgency.  Out of the corner of my 
eye I noticed that she'd bent a leg back at the knee, her foot up in the 
air waving like a flag in a gentle breeze.  She twirled her ankle in lazy 
languorous circles while her toes curled and unfurled in a sensuous 
display.  Marilyn knew what I was looking at and broke the kiss for a 
smile.  She rose up on her elbows.
        
"You didn't know that before, did you?  When you see a woman's foot 
writhing like that you can be certain of one thing.  She has something 
very much on her mind.  In her mind she may not know what she wants 
to do about it.  But her body knows exactly what it wants.  It's a very 
good moment for a man to be at his most persuasive."  She rose fully 
off me, then reached for my hand.  "Come on, let's go below.  I have 
something I want to show you."
        
Marilyn wrapped her top in her beach towel and dropped it to the deck 
while I pulled my shorts back up.  We left all our other stuff right 
where it was.  When I joined her by the ladder she gave me a jaunty 
look.  "Your choice:  which view do you prefer for the descent?  The 
fore or aft?"
        
"Not to slight the fore," I lightly plucked her nipples, "but I think I'll 
chose the aft."
        
"Thought you might," she grinned, "in which case," she gestured to the 
ladder, "_aft_er you."
        
I stepped down several rungs then stopped, watching as the twin 
orange-clad delights lowered down towards my face.  When they hovered 
within reach I showered them with kisses, then, balancing forward on 
my feet, I grasped her hips and gave a little nip to each side.  
"_Oooh!_" she squealed, "so you sometimes do bite, too!"  We climbed the 
rest of the way down pressed together.  At the bottom I stopped us 
again, tight against her, running my hands up from her tummy to 
massage her breasts while I nibbled at the back of her neck.  "Oh 
James," she moaned, "let's get inside."  I released her and she bent to 
fetch her towel.  My fingers rippled across her rump, she darted a look 
back with jewels in her eyes, and then I followed her into the cabin.
        
When we arrived at her berth Marilyn circled around behind me.  "My 
travel bag is under the bed.  Would you pull it out for me, please."  I 
got down on my knees to get it, and she sank down with me.  Her 
hands pinched my ass, reached between my legs to cup my privates, 
then circled around my waist.  When I stood up with her bag my shorts 
didn't, sinking to my ankles, all the front buttons undone.  Marilyn took 
the bag and unzipped it, reaching inside.  "Remember what I started to 
say up there?  When I was babbling about fantasies and . . . and 
masturbation?"  She pulled out a pair of rumpled lace panties and 
shoved them against my nose.  "Smell?  What do you think you smell?  
These are the panties I wore to bed last night.  You know you're 
smelling my pussy, don't you?  They're still damp, aren't they?  This 
morning they were soaking wet.  I couldn't help myself.  When I went to 
bed I was so horny I just had to masturbate.  I made myself come like 
crazy in these panties.  It wasn't easy.  I had to be so quiet.  Usually 
I'm very noisy.  Think about it.  Last night while you were drifting off 
to sleep I was lying here shoving my fingers up my cunt.  And then all 
night long I kept having these intensely erotic dreams.  Girls have wet 
dreams too.  I had two or three last night.  No wonder these panties 
are still so damp.  God, I love to masturbate.  Would you like to watch 
me play with myself?  Right now?"
        
My head nodded, slowly, on its own accord.
        
Marilyn clambered into the bed, putting a pillow behind her back as she 
sat against the headboard.  She put her hands to her waist.  In a flash 
her legs went straight up in the air, then down again.  Marilyn sat 
there as before, but now she was dangling a small form of orange fabric 
from her index finger.  She tossed the bottoms at my face.  "Smell 
those," she commanded.  They were like her panties, except much 
stronger.  She put her hands to the insides of her thighs, then spread 
her legs wide.
        
And there was an honest-to-god cunt staring me in the face!  "Do you 
like what you see?" her hands trailed down.  "These are my labia.  See 
how puffy and swollen they are?  Usually they're not like that.  This 
means I'm incredibly excited."  She slid a finger inside herself.  "This 
is my vagina.  Inside is heaven-on-earth for a penis.  See all the 
wetness?  That's the lubrication--pussy juice--an expression of 
friendliness, because there's nothing a woman's cunt likes better than a 
big hard cock sliding in and out of it.  And up here, that's my clitoris.  
It's even more sensitive than my nipples.  Which means it delivers about 
a thousand times the pleasure.  See how I'm pumping my fingers in and 
out while this other finger rubs my clit?  That means I'm going to be 
coming like crazy real soon.  I wonder why I'm so hot?  It wouldn't be 
your fault, James, would it?  Watching you watching me?  Thinking 
about last night?  How I lay here making myself come while thinking of 
you while you were laying barely six feet away and thinking how you 
were so close and yet so far?  Wondering what would happen if only 
you knew how much I wanted you, knowing how much you wanted me.  I 
mean, what I mean, I mean what I mean is, what I mean, meaning what I 
mean is what I mean and OH MY FUCKING GOD, James! James! OH GO-O-O-
OD, fucking fucking, OH JAMES! watch me OH OH O-O-O-HHHHH fucking 
CO-O-O-MMMMEEEE!"
        
I waited, wordlessly, with bated breath.  Once Marilyn had started 
calming down I bent forward, spreading her quivering clenched thighs.  
I lifted one of her hands away, holding it with my thumb in the palm, 
fingers caressing the back, lifting it to my face, my eyes fixed on hers 
while I slowly, one by one, sucked her fingers clean.  Marilyn stroked 
my face while I worked on the other hand.  When I'd finished, she just 
cradled my face, gazing down at me.  Her hands moved up into my hair 
as I lowered my head down to her cunt.  "Yesss, oh god! 
yessssssssssss.  Eat me, James, suck my cunt, lick my hot pussy, drive 
me wild!" 
        
I hesitated, savoring her scent, unsure of what to do.  I figured I'd 
figure it out pretty quickly, but I wanted to keep the initial bumbling 
to a minimum.  So many conflicting verbs!  Eat, suck, lick.  _Drive?_  
And do what where?  Marilyn must have sensed my dilemma.  She gently 
crooned, "Do what ever you want, baby.  It's your pussy to play with.  
Just relax and enjoy.  Whatever you want to do will feel _wonderful_ to 
me.  Just maybe give my clit a few minutes to calm down.  The rest of 
me is more than ready for you.  _Oh James_," she gushed, "make me 
come all over your face!"
        
Her aroma had the synapses in my brain firing like the Fourth of July.  
Having had her fingers in my mouth had put the lie to rest about how a 
woman tastes.  I cautiously licked the moisture from her puffy lips.  
Marilyn's cunt tasted the way it smelled, a combination designed by 
nature to render any man blind to all but one primary purpose.  I 
thought of how she'd used her tongue and lips and mouth on me.  I 
thought of the ways and places in which she'd fingered herself.  I 
thought of how the lightest touches were often the most erotic, and how 
once they'd accumulated to a level of breathtaking intensity just a few 
brusquer gestures could make the entire universe explode.  I thought 
all of these things as my tongue circled a perimeter around her mons, 
slowly spiraling inward.  When I finally probed the tip between her lips, 
Marilyn was wetter than ever.  I realized that I did have quite the head 
start.  She was already so aroused, I could likely simply lightly blow on 
her cunt and drive her nuts.  I did just that, and it did just that.  Her 
fingers went dancing across my scalp, yanking at my hair.  I nibbled 
her lips with mine, then ran my tongue up and down the length of her 
slit.  When she would groan a little _yes!_ I knew I was doing something 
right.  Nothing seemed to elicit a negative response.  I parted her lips 
with my fingers and stuck my tongue as deeply inside as I could.  She 
grabbed the back of her head and shoved my mouth firmly against her 
cunt, forcing me even further.  Snaking it in and out, I made my 
tongue thick and narrow, then flat and wide.  I finally understood 
Marilyn's remarks after she'd sucked me off.  What I was experiencing 
was more than the pleasure of giving pleasure.  Sucking her off was 
giving me incredibly pleasure.  My cock was throbbing, well on the way 
to another erection.  She pressed me even harder, my nose bumping 
against her flesh.  A wiggle of her hips and she shuddered.  I knew 
exactly what she wanted.  I shifted my head slightly, bringing my 
tongue up to where my nose had been, finding the hard little knob.  I 
traced tiny circles around her clit, then gave it several flicks, the 
lightest brushings, dancing the very tip of my tongue on its very tip.  
I lapped at it broadly several times, then resumed the gentle rubs, 
tickling it again, slow long languorous strokes followed by a flurry of 
quick flits.  Marilyn was squirming and squealing, gasping and 
groaning, her fingers like iron bars pressing into my temples.  I pursed 
my lips around her clit and lashed at it with my tongue, reaching under 
to grab the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them tight as I sucked on her 
clit.  I could feel muscles around me start to quake and quaver.  She 
clasped her hands roughly on the back of my head as she started to 
climax, her mouth opened in a wide silent oval.  I couldn't hear her 
cries very well because right as she found her voice her thighs clamped 
tight against my ears.  True to her words, she came all over my face.  
Her juices flooded my chin, trickling down my throat.  The second her 
legs relaxed their grip just the slightest, I nodded down to lap up all I 
could.  All her limbs grew limper and limper until she lay there like a 
puddle of soft flesh.  I was content to spend the rest of the day giving 
her sex quiet little kisses and gentle lazy licks.  But then I felt several 
small muscles in her groin start to clutch, signaling a return to tension.  
I was just as content to spend the rest of the day giving her sex all 
the attention it might desire.  
        
Instead, Marilyn hooked her hands under my arms, pulling me up on top 
of her for a long sensuous cuddle, her lips in a series of open kisses 
all over my face, her tongue licking the wetness from my skin while 
giving it a new sheen.  "I love tasting myself on you.  I love thinking 
about what you do to me.  That was simply . . . _amazing_."  Her eyes 
took on a serious squint.  "Are you sure you've never done that 
before?  Because I've sure never had that done to me like that before."
        
"No," I blushed back, "I, uh, I just thought of things, things you said, 
you know, and things you did.  I guess it was beginner's luck."
        
"Well, if you're that lucky in the beginning . . . hmmm?"  Marilyn had 
her hands held over my back, a few fingers dropped down drawing 
invisible patterns on my skin.  She was tracing maps of brand new 
worlds.  Uncharted, unvisited, and unknown.  We would be the brave 
explorers.
        
"And I doubt," I blurted out, "I doubt that anyone else could have 
inspired me so much."
        
"I would very much like," Marilyn blinked, almost in tears, "to continue 
being the source of your inspiration for a long, long time."  The level 
of emotional tension had soared so high I was dizzy, dizzy and scared.  
Marilyn broke it with a wry little smile.  "I can feel how _inspired_ you 
are right now.  Riddle riddle ree," she sang softly, "I feel something 
you can't see."  She sent a hand on a descriptive journey, "And it's 
_so_ big, and _so_ hard, and _so_ beautiful, and I want it inside me _so 
much_."
        
She guided me to the font of her wetness, holding me there until the 
head of my cock had safely slipped inside.  "Deep, deeper, deepest," she 
coaxed me, "fill me up completely."  I slid in to the hilt.  "James?" she 
asked.
        
"Yes?"
        
"I have but one request.  I want you to fuck me, screw me, bang me, 
ball me, hump me, ride me . . . whatever you want to do to me.  My 
pussy is here for _your_ pleasure.  It feels _so-o_ good to have you 
inside of me.  I want it, I need it, and I love it.  But, just so you don't 
worry about it, I really never get off this way.  So don't worry.  I 
want this for _you_.  I mean, I want this for me," she giggled, "and I'll 
enjoy every second of it, just, you know, don't worry about me.  
Okay?"
        
"Okay," I nibbled the tip of her nose.
        
Marilyn locked her legs around my waist.  "So, give me all you've got, 
you big hot stud!"
        
Her cunt was exactly as she'd described it.  Heaven-on-earth for any 
cock.  Marilyn lay back with a big smile, rocking me back and forth, 
her vagina milking me with muscles I'd never suspected existed.  What I 
thought was, _hey, her clitoris is a bit up there, out of the line of 
action_.  I shifted a little ways upwards, sort of riding up on her.  It 
felt slightly different, but my cock was still having a good time.  
Marilyn gave me a puzzled look, but then her eyes went big and round.  
Her legs dropped and clenched tighter together, forcing me up further.  
Her hands went to my ass, gripping it like a steering wheel.  Marilyn 
was definitely the driver now.  It was hard to decide which of us was 
more surprised when her orgasm hit.  She wafted away on the 
retreating waves, but eventually the tide turned and she came back 
stronger, more determined than ever.  "Go James, _go_.  Do me baby, 
_do me!_  God, you're going to make me come again.  You and your big 
cock, _god!_  Ohhhh, darling, ohhhhh sweet James, _come with me!_"  
Marilyn twisted her hands through the labyrinth of our legs, one 
cupping my balls from underneath while a finger of the other tickled my 
anus, gently probing.  This seemed terribly one-sided to me.  I twisted 
slightly, inserting a finger up inside her along with my cock.  Marilyn 
got a big smile that turned down to a whimper of disappointment when I 
pulled it out.  I moved my hand around and then, without so much as 
an introduction, stuck the slickened finger up her ass.  She gave a 
great groan, squeezed my balls, and we exploded in unison.
        
Eventually I rolled off her, on my side by her side.  Marilyn turned her 
head towards me.  We just smiled, motionless, staring at each other for 
hours it seemed.  She stirred first, stroking my face.  "A pity we likely 
won't get a chance like this again.  Though," she reached down to 
caress my tired penis, "if you happen to find yourself having a terribly 
erotic dream tonight, you might want to wake up.  It might be more 
than a dream.  And if it's not, just wake me up and I'll make it like 
crazy.  What I like best about your folks right now is how they're such 
sound sleepers.  And they snore, but in different timbres.  Come on," 
she rolled away from me, standing up then pulling at me to follow, "let's 
go for a swim.  Since there's no shower aboard.  Can't have the rest of 
them coming back to find you stinking of the fact that you just 
absolutely screwed my brains out.  And me," she wrapped her arms 
around me, "defiantly proud to smell of the first time in my life I've 
been fucked brainless."
        
I pulled my shorts on, but she pushed them back off.  "Suits, towels 
and such go in this garbage bag, set atop this flotation ring."  She 
drew up close to me, giving her hips a shimmy.  "I want us to swim 
together naked."
        
The boat was anchored fairly close to shore.  It was a short swim for 
us to be within standing distance of a small crescent of natural beach.  
We stood there in the wilds of waist deep water.  I had one hand 
playing idly between her legs while the other swayed back and forth 
between her breasts.  Marilyn got a very serious look on her face.  
"You do realize, don't you, that I will have to have a talk with your 
parents?"  This was news to me.  The sort of news that makes you 
completely forget about what you were doing.
        
"Living," she continued, "in a big house all by myself.  My own sons all 
gone off to the world.  And there I stay, the poor sad divorcie.  With 
no man around the house to take care of man-around-the-house sort of 
things.  Why, I bet I'll have enough chores to keep you busy every day 
after school, and all day on the weekends.  That is," she took a step 
back, growing smaller, "if you can happen to have the time to help me."
        
"Marilyn," I closed the gap, "I will always," kissing her longly, "I will 
_always_," slipping a finger between her legs, "I will always have time 
for you."
        
That settled, she went up to lie on the beach while I splashed away in 
the water.  The next time I looked in shoreward she was gone, towel 
and all.  Next I turned was when I heard her calling my name, running 
down from the brush line.  I met her at the water's edge.  "James," she 
declared, "I have something I want to show you.  You have to see this."  
She grabbed my hand and I trailed after her.  We dodged through the 
brush, soon arriving at the loveliest little glade.  The grass was the 
plushest looking I'd ever seen.  Her towel was spread out in the middle 
of it.  
 
"I thought," she looked up at me nearly quivering, "since we had to 
swim back anyway.  Maybe?"
 
My mouth went to hers and my hands swept to her breasts.  Our knees 
buckled us to the ground.  The surprise that my cock was hard enough 
again to slide up inside her was really no surprise, not given the 
circumstances.  We were, after all, two explorers, fresh off the boat, 
committed to discovering new territories.

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