Recursion A>B
RECURSION
A>B
Josie pulls Oliver into the shabby hotel room, kissing him urgently on the mouth. “Wh-what’s gotten into you?”
“For being as smart as you are, you’re such an idiot sometimes.” The honey blonde young woman smiles and rolls her eyes.
Oliver blushes, his cheeks nearly as red as his ginger hair. “I just… I thought we were going to visit your…”
Josie puts her fingers on his lips to silence him, “We’re a couple of college students in a hotel room, what did you think was going to happen?”
Oliver’s voice nearly cracks: “But we’re virgins?”
“Not for long.”
Oliver retreats a little and surveys the room: cheap motel standard bed with industrial blankets, peeling particleboard desk, wooden chair, an old TV, and a cheap minibar. It didn’t exactly inspire romantic feelings for their first time… having sex. He’d always imagined a fancy dinner, getting dressed up, lingerie, chocolates, a nice room with a downtown view, not a sleazy exurban motel. “Is this really what you want?”
Josie pulls off her tshirt and unfastens her jeans, stripping down to her panties. She watches Oliver’s eyes go wide and sees him squirm. She smiles, fuck he’s cute when he’s uptight. Josie’s heart is starting to race and she can feel her bare nipples getting hard in the cool conditioned air. She’s a little nervous, but has been ready to do the deed, pop her cherry, give away her precious flower for ages, semesters, and three successive boyfriends. Unfortunately one was too religious, one was too closeted, and one was too fucking valiant for his own good, which brought her into the arms of Oliver who was trending in that same forever virginal direction. And so Josie engineered this overnight road trip and entrapped him here in this shabby lovenest. Sometimes boys needed a push. Josie licks her lips and steps close to Oliver, invading his space, making him swallow. Josie goes up on tiptoes and whispers into his ear: “All I want is for you to be inside me.”
“Uh.”
She presses a thigh to his crotch and feels his erection through his pants and then guides his hand down to the moist front of her panties. “Can you feel how wet I am?”
“Uh.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Oliver flails into gangly motion, fighting to wiggle out of his polo, tripping on his shoes, struggling with his belt buckle, hopping out of his pants, until he is standing in socks and black boxer shorts tented by an impressive boner. Josie grins, fuck but he’s cute. She kisses him on the cheek, on the mouth, gently, inquisitively, and then groans as he kisses her back, sloppy and urgent and hungry. Josie’s heart is hammering in her chest and she feels a flutter of nerves despite her bravado. She powers through, slips her hands into Oliver’s shorts and grabs his cock in her hand. It’s so hot, so hot, and so big and round and rubbery hard. Oliver gasps at her touch, his cock feels so much harder than ever before, almost brittle, like it could snap off or explode. His heart races and he feels his pulse throb in his erection like the heartbeat of an angry animal. “Uh,” he says.
Josie slips back from him, smiles, marvels at the tingling butterflies in her belly, the heat in her pelvis, the aching empty void in her body that she will finally get to fill. Josie slides out of her panties, baring her hairless mound and the pink engorged blossom of her labia, freeing the funky scent of her arousal. Josie flops back onto the bed and puts on her bravest face and says: “Climb aboard cowboy.”
“Uh.” Oliver says, removing his own underwear with shaking hands. He can’t believe this is finally happening! Sure he and Josie have been dating for a few weeks, and they were both adults in college, and they’d made out and done hand stuff and Oliver’s last girlfriend had once given him a blowjob, but this is actually going to happen. Sex! Tonight! There is a hot naked girl on a bed and she wants to have sex with him! Fuck! He’s so nervous he could puke! It was all happening so fast! He climbs onto the bed, looming over Josie, cock hanging between them, throbbing.
Josie does a sit-up crunch, kisses Oliver, pulls him down on top of her, chews his mouth, his lips, breath mixing, urgent. She mewls and pulls his hips to meet hers, crotch pressed to crotch to rub the hard heat of Oliver’s cock against the wet fire of her pussy, to grind them together. “Yes…” she hisses, “I’m so ready! Fuck me….”
Trembling Oliver tries to push his cock into Josie, fumbles it, misses that perfect entry angle, instead bumps into labia, rimshot. He blushes and feels a sense of shame, inadequacy, worries he’s ruining it before it’s started, but Josie takes charge, grasps him, steers him up and in, glans parting her labia, parting her, entering. Josie moans as she is penetrated, feels pain and pleasure as she is stretched so wide, like she is being filled. Oliver feels huge! Enormous! Josie panics, afraid he might break her, and it hurts, more than a little, but less than she feared, and it feels so fucking good! So right! More! She needs more! “Oh god…”
“Are you okay?” Oliver manages to ask as he pushes himself further inside her, inside the molten boiling heat of her, so hot and wet and slick, and yet so tight, gripping his cock. He can feel so much of himself inside her and marvels that she can accept that much of his penis into her body. He feels himself bottom out, cock entirely inserted, and pauses, panting and shaking, not sure what to do next.
“Ahh…” Josie gasps, writhing her hips, trying to encompass Oliver, to find more stimulation. “Fu-fuck me…”
Oliver starts to move his hips, thrusting, slow and long, arms shaking, feeling too excited, too alive! He’s afraid of cuming too soon, and breathes, deeply gasping, but starts to speed up too, building power and momentum, Josie thrusted herself back up to meet him. Oliver groans and Josie moans, looking up at her lover thrusting down into her, fucking her, and she smiles as his red hair spills down his shoulders and his lips plump up and become sensual. Oliver moans, voice husky and high, and smiles down at Josie with her strong chin and blue eyes and the brush of stuble on her cheeks. Josie reaches up with her strong hands and fondles Oliver’s breasts, so small and eager, but getting larger, becoming pert and ripe with urgently hard nipples. Olivia leans back, adjust herself to better ride Joe’s cock, rolling her hips and grabbing her own tits, fondling, caressing, putting on a show for her guy. Joe can only groan, mind wiped away, panting like a train, desperate not to cum too soon and ruin their first time, desperate not to let Olivia down. Olivia jams her fingers into her mouth and makes a little shriek, eyes closed, body tensing, orgasming! Her first orgasm from sex! Real sex! And then Joe stops holding himself back, feels that moment of sublime liminality and let’s himself cum, his desperately eager cock erupting, cuming! Cuming inside a real girl! A woman! “Fuck,” he groans, pulling Olivia down to his broad muscular chest as his ejaculation subsides.
Olivia blushes and strokes his broad chest, aglow with hormones. “Congratulations,” she whispers.
“Uh?” Joe asks, heart hammering, cock softening but still inside his lover.
“We aren’t virgins anymore.”
“Uh.”
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“The fuck!?”
“The fire alarm!”
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP
The new lovers scramble out of bed, grabbing clothes, smoke spilling under their door, and rush to evacuate.
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