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Sabrina always said this was a critical moment for a guy. This was when they realized, for the first time, that they'd actually cum inside a girl. For some guys it was a traumatic moment. Some guys got all soppy and sentimental, thinking that because their cum was inside the girl they had some claim on her. Other guys would beat their chests and crow. She'd never done it with a boy when it was his first time, well, except for Butch, but that was different. They were both learning together at the same time. And Butch had been so excited he couldn't wait to get it up so they could do it again. She wondered what it was going to be like with Jeff.

Jeff took a deep breath and relaxed completely. Then he propped himself up on his elbows. Gently, almost bashfully, he kissed her. She looped her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her and kissed him back, hot and hard.

"So, how was it?" she asked when they finally broke for air. She squirmed a little, rubbing her nipples against his chest hair. "Was it everything you thought it would be?"

"And more," he said, hanging his head a little. "Man, it was so different than I thought it would be. I could feel your... you... I could feel you squeezing my..." He stopped, turning red and trying not to say the words. She decided to help him over his confusion.

"That happens when a girl climaxes. All of her muscles down there squeeze, sometimes hard, sometimes a little softer. His cock was softening, but not very fast. Every little movement moved it around inside her. "How did you think it would feel?"

"When you jack off," he stopped, blushing again. "I mean, you know, when you..." He stumbled for a halt.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said. "This is a perfectly natural thing to do." She gave his cock a slight squeeze with her tummy muscles, and his eyes widened as he felt the pressure. "Guys jack-off, they beat the meat, hand job, that sort of thing."

"When girls do... you know, when girls..."

"We touch ourselves," she said at once. "If a girl says that, or she says she was rubbing herself, she was masturbating." She paused to kiss him again. "Now then, you were saying?"

"Okay, when you jack-off, all the sensation is concentrated in the end of your dick. But when you do this..."

"Have sex."

"Um, yes. When you have sex with someone your entire body is involved."

"That's even more true for girls. Just before they cum most guys forget about anything but their cocks. But, like right now, I just love the feel of your legs and mine rubbing together like this."

They lay there a bit, enjoying their post-climax euphoria. She could feel his cock continue to soften, and when it finally slid out of her she made a small sound of disappointment.

"You liked that in there, didn't you?"

"You liked it being in there."

"Well, yeah." He slowly rolled off her, sliding one arm beneath her to cradle her to him. "What's it like for a girl? What does it feel like?"

"That's kind of hard to explain," she said after some thought.

"What do you mean?"

She laughed lightly. "If you were a girl, I'd just say 'then he put it in me', and you'd know exactly what I meant because you'd have felt a guy put his thing in you. A guy doesn't get entered, so he doesn't have a way of relating to it."

"Try."

She turned her head and studied his face. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"I'm curious. When I was putting it in I was watching your face, and I couldn't tell if that was pain or pleasure I was seeing."

"Well, truth to tell, it was a little of both." She started trailing her fingernails across his chest. "When you slide it in I can feel myself opening up. I suddenly feel all hollow inside, and there's this something that is filling up all that emptiness. And I can feel you sliding in me. Most of the nerve endings down there are on the first third of a girl's vagina, and they are very sensitive, so when your cock slides over them it feels very good. That sliding feels so good, and it's touching places inside me, and they feel good when they're touched. And I'm all around you, wrapping my legs and arms around you, so that's sort of related to my feeling you inside me, and... That's what it feels like." She traced her finger across his cheek. "There really aren't any words for it. And it isn't just a physical feeling, either," she added. "I feel so... so womanly, no, I feel so female. And somehow that feels pretty special." She leaned up on her elbow and began to trace patterns on his chest and kissing where her fingers had trailed. She pushed her knee between his and rubbed herself gently against his leg. "Now then, isn't this a lot more fun than dancing?"

"I'll say." He hesitated. "Devlin, do you, I mean, is this what... you know... I mean..."

"Do I normally have sex with my dates?" She shook her head. "No, never as a matter of fact. I have personal rules, and one of them is that I don't do what we just did. You're the first one." He looked puzzled. "I kept feeling this thing when we danced." She reached down and fondled his cock. "And every time I did it got bigger and bigger. Girls can feel them, you know, when we press our bodies together." She smiled. "I just had to know." She pushed her nipple into his mouth. "You ask too many questions. Why don't you use your lips on this, instead."

He did so willingly. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. There was something about the way a guy sucked on her nipples that really turned her on. She savored the feel of his mouth on her. Since they'd started growing she'd always enjoyed getting her breasts and nipples sucked, and Jeff seemed to know instinctively when to suck her deep, and when to nibble her lightly.

She pushed him over and straddled him, still keeping her nipple in his mouth. She moved gently, rubbing her clit against him. She felt wide open and wicked right now, and she wanted him in her, she wanted his full length as deep inside her as she could get it.

Sure enough, pretty soon she could feel something nudging the cheeks of her bottom. Reluctantly she broke loose from his wonderful mouth and slid down so she was sitting on his thighs. There, stretched out on his tummy, was his cock in all its thick glory. Her hands stroked it lightly, feeling the strength and power there.

"I have to know," she said. She got off the bed and rummaged around in her purse. Finally she found the cloth tape that she'd used in Home Economics. She placed one end at the base of his cock, and stretched it out to measure him: 9∆ inches. That was nearly 10 inches! Depending upon how she held it, it could even be more than 10 inches! She felt her whole insides clench at that thought. She wrapped the tape around at the head, and again farther down on the shaft. This thing was more than 8 inches around! "What's 8≈ divided by Pi?" she asked. This thing was a monster.

"Uh, 2 something." He frowned a bit. "2.6, I think. About that."

"This thing of yours is more than 2 inches thick," she said in amazement as she sat down on his thighs again. "My God, how do you walk around with this thing hanging between your legs?" This confirmed it, he was the biggest guy she'd ever had.

"It's not all that big when it's relaxed." He fondled her breasts. "How do you walk around with these things hanging on the front of your chest?"

"You just do. They're just there all the time. You nudge them and they get out of the way."

He shoved them together, enjoying the softness of her flesh. "You mean like this?"

"Sort of." She put her hands over his and guided them for a bit. "You ready?" she asked when they had her nipples sticking out hard.

"What are we going to do this time?"

"Just wait and see."

She guided his hands to her waist. This time she took his cock firmly in her hand and held it steady while she slowly impaled herself on it. He looked down between their bodies. She wished, oh how she wished, she could see what he was seeing as inch after glorious inch slid into her.

It took several tries. He was so big she had to take him a little at a time. But eventually she could feel his legs against her bottom. She held herself there, twisting slightly, enjoying the filled feeling, enjoying the way she'd taken all of him this time. "Oh, God, that's so good," she breathed. "I just love the way you feel inside me."

"Me, too," he said huskily. His hands left her waist and began kneading the soft flesh of her breasts again.

Devlin leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest. Slowly she lifted herself. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of that big cock sliding, sliding, sliding out of her. She paused, then impaled herself all over again, and he was filling her, sliding deeper and deeper. It was just as good as the first time. But this time when she reached bottom she gave an extra little push. She did this a couple of more times. She stopped, then, with him all the way in her, and leaned back. She could see nearly his entire body. And she felt complete, as if being impaled on a guy's cock was... was... she wasn't sure what it was, but she couldn't think of anything she'd rather be doing. It was as if this was what she was meant to do.

She bent over and kissed him. "Here we go," she warned him. "Are you ready?" He pulled out a little, then thrust back up. "I'll take that as a yes."

She began to rock back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her. Her breasts bounced up and down on her chest, waving invitingly in front of his mouth. His hands had dropped to her waist, but soon went back to her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger while meeting her backward thrusts with upward thrusts of his own.

They continued this way, slowly picking up speed. Soon she felt the familiar tingle beginning to spread through her body. She forced herself down even harder, twisting her hips slightly as she did so. His cock seemed to get even bigger, if that was possible. God, he was so big. It was all she could think about. He was touching everything inside her. She felt completely filled with his cock. He so big... All she could feel... everything... just his cock, his God-filling her-damned cock. It was too much. He was too much... she closed her eyes as the sensations came together and spiraled out of control.

She rode the wild wave, her entire being focused on nothing but the marvelous intruder in her middle. And it didn't stop, it kept going and going, each wave more and more intense. She twisted and bucked, finding those elusive spots deep in her pussy that needed to be touched. And when she did it was like she exploded. Every part of her was going off like a bomb. And there was nothing but the white heat of her cumming.

"Are you okay?" Jeff asked.

"Wha-?" She opened her eyes and stared at him.

"Are you okay?" She could see the worry in his eyes. "I saw you cum, and then it was like you passed out or something. You collapsed completely on top of me, and you didn't move."

With a start she realized she was lying on her side, his arms around her, their legs entwined, his cock out of her but trapped between their bodies and feeling like a thick iron bar. She tried to focus her thoughts. "I, uh, I don't remember," she said at last. Her throat felt raw, and her entire body had that soft drifting feeling she always got after a really good climax.

"I didn't know what to do," he said. "So I rolled you over so we were lying on our sides. I think you passed out."

"You're not inside me," she said, focusing on the most important thing. They were both sweaty, that wasn't important. She was empty. That was important.

"Well, yeah." He sounded sheepish. "When I rolled you over it didn't seem right to put it back in, not without you being awake to enjoy it."

She looked into his blue eyes for nearly a minute, then put her arms around him and hugged him before gently kissing him on the cheek. "That was the sweetest, kindest thing I can think of," she whispered. She kissed him again.

They lay that way for a couple of minutes, then Devlin hooked her leg over his hip. "I don't think we should let that thing go to waste. Put it back in me."

"It's not hard right now."

"What a shame," she said. She pressed herself against his half-hard cock, rubbing back and forth against it. She kissed him tenderly, her hands rubbing lightly over his sweat slicked body. "When it's hard I want you to put it inside me." She kissed him long and hard to make her point, her tongue dancing against his.

He caught on quickly. One hand went to her back to hold her. The other caressed her face, her hair, her neck, her shoulders. As his cock thickened he pressed it against her sex. He was enjoying the feel of her lips partially opening for him, the heat of her wet entrance in the middle of her hard bones. Her sweat slick skin rubbed against his sweat slick skin like they were caressing each other with their entire bodies. Their breathing increased in unison.

Finally he reached down between them and guided his cock back in to her. He rubbed its pliant head back and forth in her folds until he found the spot, then he thrust against her, one long hard thrust. She moaned as he penetrated the first few inches. He backed off slightly and thrust again, lodging better than half of his length in her. Another thrust, and this time he was as far in as he could go. He kissed her, then, as their hips took up the rhythm.

Devlin stared at his face as they moved. His gaze was turned inward and his eyes were unfocused as the pleasure of their union filled him. She pulled his head against her neck, inhaling the scent of his hair. Lying on their sides like this he wasn't getting as deep as she liked, but there was a closeness this time that there hadn't been before. They were done playing around. He'd had all the teaching he was going to take tonight, now it was time for the reward, his and hers. And there was certainly enough of that. The top ridge of his cock felt like it was just brushing her clit on each in-stroke, and the tiny jolts of pleasure were sparking around in her body like little jolts of electricity.

The bed began to creak. The slap of their bodies against each other filled the room. Jeff clutched her tighter and tighter, his cock moving in and out of her as if he'd had years of practice. And each thrust was making her hotter and hotter. She had a momentary picture of the nurse finding two charred bodies the next morning. And then the picture vanished as Jeff gave a strangled moan. "I-I think I'm going to cum," he gasped.

He buried himself in her and she felt his entire body spasm, then spasm again and again. For a moment she could actually feel his spurts against her cervix. God, he's an iron man, she thought. I've made him cum three times tonight. He resumed thrusting frantically, and she gave herself over to the moment as those final thrusts triggered her own waves of pleasure.

They strained and thrust against each other, paused, then again. Wave after wave of pleasure shook her. It was like she was hollow, and he was plugging the only way out of her pussy. She squeezed his cock with her muscles, trying to milk every drop out of it, trying to... trying to... She let go, let everything go and surrendered to the feelings that swept her away.

It ended, as it always did. They were both breathing hard, their arms and legs around each other. She could feel his heart racing, matching hers. She didn't want this moment to end. She wanted to lie here in his arms, her body joined to his. They looked at each other, their eyes separated by only a few inches. Neither of them had the energy to kiss, it was all they could do to just lie there and look at each other.

Eventually a noise distracted her, and she looked up. The clock said 9:15. They'd been gone from the dance for an hour and a half, they should get back. "We should leave but I don't want to," she said quietly.

"I know what you mean. I don't want to move."

"Don't? Or can't."

"Both."

They lay there a bit longer, and then, just in the normal movement of their bodies, he slipped out of her. Since shortly after their climaxes only the head of his cock had been inside her, she hadn't wanted to move because she might dislodge it. And now it was gone. "I think that's a sign we should do something," she said.

"Uh huh." He explored her breast. But she could sense this time his touch was for exploration, not arousal. "You're bigger than most girls, Devlin. How big are these?"

She ran her fingers across his face, as if memorizing the feel of him. "What? Oh, I'm a D cup, maybe more, I think. I wear a 34D bra. That may be too small, come to think of it. Lately I've been bulging out around the cups."

He spread his fingers with just his thumbs touching. "You aren't very big around, are you?"

"Just under 30 inches," she said. "It's a real problem finding a bra that fits, too. They don't make in-between sizes, and they almost never make them that small with that big a cup."

He kissed her breast, hefting it in his hand. "Seems like there's more here than a D cup."

"And what would you know about that?" Guys always seemed to think they knew about boobs. But they didn't have to live with them every day, and most of them only got near them long enough to play with them.

"Hey, I have two older sisters, and I know their bra sizes. I didn't mean to," he added in a hurry. His face reddened slightly. "I was going through the laundry looking for something and found them. And I've heard them talking about it with my younger sister, too. I think you're bigger than a D cup."

"Well, probably. But this is a minimizer bra, and it presses me back to a large C cup. And that's what I want."

He traced a line on her breast. "Do you like it that your bra leaves marks on you?"

"No it doesn't." She lifted her breast and looked. His finger was tracing a red line that she knew matched the underwire of her bra. "Okay, so I guess it does."

"So why do you wear one that makes you look smaller?"

"So people will look at me, Devlin, not at my boobs, and other girls won't get on me for my size. They see me in the shower after gym and think I'm huge up here, then they sneak a look at the tag on my bra and think it's a trick of light or something."

"Why do you worry about what the other girls think?"

"It's a girl thing," she said. "Do you look at other guys in the locker room?"

"Well, not really. Do girls look at each other when they're getting dressed?"

"More than you think. We're always looking at each other's clothes, hair, things like that. I guess we learn to do that at an early age."

Jeff shook his head. "I think guys hardly ever pay attention to any of that."

"Guys think they're chasing us girls, they don't realize we're chasing you guys, too." She sighed. "And we're always competing with each other for guys, too. I guess you don't notice that. That does bring up something, though."

"Oh?"

"Don't say a word of this to anyone. And I mean not even to your best friends. And especially not to your sisters or folks."

"Uh, okay," he agreed, clearly reluctantly. "But why?"

"People think of me as a nice, innocent girl, and I want it to stay that way." She studied his face. "Look, let me put it this way. This was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed it, and I know you did, too. Right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, if you tell them, they'll make sure we never do anything like this again." He nodded, seeing her point. "You were pretty surprised to come back here, weren't you?"

He grinned, and she wanted to tousle his hair. There was that puppy look. "Yeah, I was."

"How did you have tonight pictured? I bet screwing our brains out was the last thing you thought of, right?" He nodded. "And why was that?"

He was silent for nearly a minute. "I see," he said. "You were the last one I thought would do this."

"And if you'd come to the dance with Sabrina Peters, what do you think would happen?"

"Oh, there's no way she'd go out with me."

She smiled. "You'd be surprised. She's told me she thinks you're rather cute."

"I don't know what would happen," he said. "I probably would have expected, well, I don't know what I'd expect. But I've heard stories about her."

"What do guys say about her?"

"Most guys think she's a wild girl who's supposed to have done all sorts of things."

"Like taking a shower with the basketball team and having sex with them?"

He nodded. "That's one story I heard. But I figured that was just a story. It's gotta be."

"Actually it's true. She did that. The shower part, at least. She's never said if they had sex."

"Are you sure? I mean the whole team? Who'd you hear that from?"

"Sabrina. She's my best friend and she told me."

"What? No way. There's no way you two are friends."

"Why? Because I come on as Miss Pure and she's not?" She reached down and stroked his cock as a pointed reminder that her reputation didn't match the real her. "She really is my best friend. We're practically neighbors, and we always played together when we were little girls. We've always told each other the things we've done. I don't do the things she does, though."

He caressed her breast lightly, then hefted it, reminding himself of how it felt. "Kind of funny, isn't it," he said. "You're right. Most guys think they'd be lucky to cop a feel out of you, let alone what we did tonight. I think it's funny that you're the best friend of the girl who's considered the biggest, well..."

"Slut? Well, that's not exactly what she calls herself." She reached down and squeezed his wet cock again. "I never liked that word."

"Oh? Why?"

"It's such a harsh word, and it's unfair, too. It's too judgmental."

She glanced at the clock, sighed, and rolled off the bed. "Enough philosophy. Now remember, not a word to anyone. I never have sex with guys from school, but you're an exception. I'll tell Sabrina that I'm seeing you. I won't mention what we did, I'll just say that I'm seeing you. We've agreed to keep our hands off someone the other one is seeing. But that's all I'll tell her. And I need you to promise that you won't say anything, either."

He nodded. "I promise I won't tell anyone about tonight, or what we did."

She smiled. "Great." She tossed him his clothes. "Come on, we've got to clean up." She gathered up her clothes and stood by the door with her hand on the knob.

"Aren't we going to get dressed?" he asked as he got off the bed.

"We will, but not just yet."

"Where are we going now?"

"Why to clean up."

"Okay, I'll bite, where are we going to go clean up?"

"Why the locker room, of course. Where did you think we were going?" She pulled the towel off the bed. Both of them could see the large wet spot in the middle of the towel. "See?" she gestured at the bed. "Except that it needs smoothing, there's not a sign we were here."

He got the hint and smoothed the blanket. "All done. Lead on."

They walked slowly down the hall holding hands. He seemed to be totally relaxed walking naked down the dark hall with her. She hadn't had a real boyfriend before, but now she had one. It was kind of a good feeling. Tonight was so unexpected, and she'd loved every minute of it. She'd thought it would take several months to work up to having sex with any guy she dated. And an hour into her first date with Jeff she was giving him a blow job. And half an hour after that... No, this wasn't what she'd ever thought would happen, but things had a way of not quite working out the way you thought they would.

She stopped suddenly, feeling the wetness on her thighs. "Umm, I can feel your cum oozing out of me."

"What?"

She smiled at him. "Your cum. It's oozing out of me and dripping down my leg." She turned her leg and pointed to the white trail of cum oozing down her leg. "You didn't think that stuff just mysteriously vanished after you came, did you?"

"Uh, I guess I just didn't think about it."

"That's another reason I have to clean up," she said as she continued down the hall. "I don't want any of it dripping out of me when we're back on the dance floor."

When they reached the locker rooms she stopped him as he started to enter the one for the Boys. "No, you don't want to go in there."

"Why not? I need to take a shower."

"Two reasons," she said. "First, if the shower is going in the Boys Locker Room you can hear it in the cafeteria. And we don't want people to know we're here. When you're in the cafeteria you can't hear the shower in the Girls Locker Room."

"And the second reason?"

"I don't have a key to the Boys Locker Room, but I do have a key to the Girls Locker Room." She pulled him after her as she unlocked the door. "Haven't you always wondered what the Girls Locker Room is like?"

"Well, sort of," he grudgingly admitted.

"It's a lot like the Boys Locker Room," she said as she turned on a light, "with a couple of differences."

"Sounds like you know."

She smiled at him. "I do." She'd only been in the Boys Locker Room once, when Sabrina took her there. She'd been disappointed; it wasn't anything like she'd thought. She waved vaguely in the direction of the Boys Locker Room. "Sabrina and I snuck in and looked one time.

"No urinals, only stalls." She waved in other direction. "More mirrors, that's another." She pointed at the third wall. "Hair dryers in case we get our hair wet." She held up a strand of her hair. Strands of her hair were stuck together with his cum. "I'll have to wash this out a little." She tossed the towel they'd used in a bin full of dirty towels. She stopped at her locker and hung up her clothes. She waved in one direction. "The showers are over there, I'll meet you there."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go potty first."

He laughed, and followed her. He seemed disappointed when she closed and fastened the door to the stall. "Habit," she told him. She finished quickly. "Remember to put the seat back up when you're done," she said. "They're always up for first period."

"You know how hard it is for me to leave the seat up?" he asked with a laugh.

"I thought guys did it all the time at home."

"With two older sisters, a younger sister and my Mom? If I don't put the seat down when I'm done, I really hear about it."

"Well, I don't want to change a good habit like that, but try to remember."

The shower looked big and empty. Devlin led him to the corner and began turning on nozzles. She aimed them all so the spray was hitting their thighs and they were standing in the middle of a cloud of spray and steam. She twirled around several times getting thoroughly wet.

"I like it this way," she said. "It's sort of a total body shower, not something you just stand under." She took the soap and began working up a lather. "Turn around," she ordered. He did so, and she began scrubbing his back, running her hands over his shoulders and down to the small of his back. She pressed up against him, rubbing his body with hers. She soaped his legs, starting at the bottom and working her way up. When she soaped his bottom she carefully reached forward to wash his balls.

Then it was his turn. As she made a pretense of washing his chest, he thoroughly soaped her breasts, soaped them until they disappeared in a large froth of bubbles. His hands moved around, covering all of her body, rubbing everywhere, lathering her, touching her everywhere, finally, slipping down her body until he reached for her sex.

"Don't use so much soap there," she said. "It needs more rinsing than anything else."

"Okay." He rinsed his hands and then directed the water across her body, his fingers slipping between the folds of her pussy to touch her center. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. Her hands worked across his shoulders, feeling the strength in them. As he continued "washing" her, his touches began to feel more like caresses.

"Uh, Devlin?"

"Um hmm?"

"Something's come up, and..."

She opened her eyes and looked down. "Oh, my God, I don't believe it." He was hard again. "How do you do that? Most guys are pooped after two times, and here you are working on number four."

"I'm afraid so. I can forget it if you want. But your body... I'm touching you, and I guess I got a little worked up." He gestured helplessly.

"There's nothing little about this thing," she said, caressing it.

She took his cock and placed it between her legs so the top of it pressed directly against her clit. Slowly she rubbed back and forth on it. Even outside of her it felt so big, sort of like she was trying to get her legs around a fence pole. She pressed against his skin, liking the way it felt to press her wet breasts against his wet chest and the way they slid around on him. There was something exciting about the way their skin slid back and forth like this.

"You're too tall to reach me easily from the front," she said. "And I'm not lying down on a bench or the floor." She turned around and braced her arms against the wall of the shower, resting her head on them and sticking out her bottom. "That leaves only one thing."