Love Times 2 - Pt 5

Love Times 2

Part 5 of 15

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Here in Chapter 5 of the 15-part series "Love Times 2," Kurt introduces Yvonne to more of the ways of love.

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"This is not what I expected," Yvonne said.

I thought I knew what she meant, but I wasn't sure. "What isn't?" I asked.

"Sex," she said. "When I was a virgin, I expected that someday, if I was lucky, I'd get a nice boyfriend who'd introduce me to sex. I imagined that we'd see each other on the weekends. Maybe we'd have sex on Saturday nights. Maybe we'd talk on the telephone sometimes. But we'd only have sex about once a week.

"I never dreamed I'd have sex every day. That I'd have it several times a day. That I'd want more sex all the time," Yvonne said. "I never thought I'd find a man who could make me cum over and over and over, and that when I went to bed alone at night I'd wish he was there to do it again, and again, and then hold me in his arms all night."

She told me this early one morning while I was removing her clothes. We had been to bed twice yesterday, but both of us were anxious to have sex again. "I wish I could spend the night with you," I told her. "I miss you when you're gone."

As we climbed between the sheets, I felt glad that Yvonne was so happy with our sex lives. It told me that I'd done a good job following Dad's advice for introducing sex to virgins.

"Innocent women don't know what to expect from men," he'd told me. "You need to make sure their first experiences are as good as possible." He urged me to keep it simple, sticking to missionary sex for a while, and only moving on to more advanced stuff after they'd had plenty of time to enjoy the basics.

I pulled Yvonne's naked body to mine, giving her a passionate kiss. She didn't know that today I would introduce her to a new kind of intimacy. I planned to eat her pussy for the first time. I'd wanted to since the first day we had sex. It hadn't been easy to follow Dad's advice and postpone the experience.

You need to know that Yvonne has the prettiest pussy imaginable. I got my first look at it when she posed nude for me. She'd studied erotic photos of other models, saw that they almost always shaved, and that influenced her to shave before she did any nude modeling in the studio. When she took off her clothes, she revealed a smooth, beautiful, hairless pussy.

I've heard guys express preferences on the topic. Most guys seem to prefer girls who shave, although some like a full, healthy bush. I like both. I confess that I'm happiest with women who remove the hair from their labia. I don't care very much whether a woman's pubic mound has a bush, a landing strip, or is shaved bare. It all looks fine to me. What's important is being able to get a good view of a woman's pussy lips. I think the labia are especially beautiful, so I enjoy seeing them without anything obscuring the view. Besides, I love eating pussy, and it's most fun when nothing is blocking my tongue's access.

The second I saw Yvonne's pussy, I wanted to go down on her. Immediately. It had taken a lot of willpower to abstain. For our first week as a couple, all I gave Yvonne was a little foreplay and a lot of missionary sex. I was glad that it was about to end. Finally!

"I love when we're together," I told her. "Yvonne, I feel like I can't get enough of you."

"I'm glad," she said. "I want you all the time." She reached down and wrapped her hand around my hard cock and began stroking. Feeling her gently caress my erection made me want to jump on top of her and ravage her body. But that wasn't going to happen. Not today.

As always, I started by giving Yvonne gentle kisses that gradually became more passionate. As I kissed her, one hand caressed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples. She moaned as I kissed her neck and shoulders. The moaning got a little louder as I kissed, licked, and sucked her boobs. My hands began wandering south across her belly, finally reaching her smooth pussy.

So far, there was nothing new about what we were doing. Yvonne expected me to start playing with her pussy, massaging her outer lips before dipping one finger inside to stroke her inner folds. She was always moist by the time my fingers slipped inside, and it was easy to make sure she was nice and wet before I put my cock in her.

But this time, I slipped one finger into her passage and took some extra time moving it in and out. Once my finger was wet enough, I withdrew and used that finger to rub Yvonne's wetness on one of her nipples. I'd never done that before. I shocked her when I sucked her wet nipple between my lips and licked it with my tongue.

"Kurt!! What are you doing!?" Yvonne said. She hadn't imagined that I wanted to taste her. Instead of speaking, I replied by returning my finger to the inside of her passage, getting it wet again, and rubbing her other nipple. She gasped in surprise when I sucked that nipple between my lips and tasted her juices again.

My goal was to let Yvonne know I loved her feminine flavor. She acted surprised. I had no way of knowing how much Yvonne knew about oral sex. Most young people spend time looking at online pornography, so I suspected Yvonne had seen explicit videos of cunnilingus. But she acted as though she hadn't expected me to do anything like that to her.

Each time I slipped my finger inside, I made sure to massage her clit with my thumb. It wasn't long before she was wetter than she'd ever gotten from foreplay alone. Yvonne put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer as I kissed and sucked her nipples. Although she'd been shocked the first time I licked the wetness from her breasts, it didn't take long for her to decide she liked the way it felt. She probably enjoyed the mildly kinky aspect of what we did.

I slipped a second finger inside her pussy and began moving in and out more forcefully. I rubbed my fingertips against the rough patch of flesh that marked her G-spot. This always got Yvonne excited. It usually lets her know I was prepared to get on top of her and give her my cock.

But not today. When I removed my fingers again, I raised them to her face and pushed them inside her mouth. Her eyes got wide when she realized what I'd done. I began moving my fingers in and out, fucking her mouth and making sure she got a good taste of her juices. I'm not sure what she would have said if I'd asked permission. I deliberately avoided giving her a choice. My wet fingers were sliding between her lips before she knew what I was doing.

I finally removed my fingers and gave her a passionate kiss. My tongue probed so deeply, and I was so enthusiastic, that Yvonne could tell I loved the way she tasted. I slid my fingers back inside her pussy, massaged her clit and G-spot, then pulled them free before pushing them back inside her mouth once again. Yvonne reacted frantically. Everything was happening fast. She didn't seem to know what to think.

It was time for the biggest surprise. I withdrew my fingers and spread Yvonne's legs, acting as though I was going to give her my cock. Instead, I moved down until my face was just inches from her pussy, which looked very wet and inviting after so much spirited foreplay. I moved forward, spread her lips, then licked her slit from top to bottom.

Yvonne jumped, acting as though she'd received a jolt of electricity. I'd spent a lot of time preparing her pussy for this moment, so I wasn't gentle. I stuck my tongue deep inside her passage, then replaced it with my fingers. By the time I sucked her clit between my lips, she was ready to explode. I felt the muscles of her vagina begin to contract as my tongue raked over her clit.

It was different from Yvonne's previous orgasms. Her whole body spasmed as she cried out. I wasn't certain, but it felt as though she was trying to pull away from me. It might have been because her pussy got hypersensitive; that happens to some women when they climax. But I held her down. I kept my face pressed hard against her pussy as her orgasm played out. My tongue pushed inside her passage again and again and again, and my nose rubbed against her clit.

She throbbed for much longer than she had when she'd climaxed in the past. Her body jerked over and over, but I kept kissing and licking her most delicate places. It took a long time for her to relax. When it was finally over, I rose from the bed and crawled up Yvonne's body until we were face to face.

She looked at me through half-closed eyes. Yvonne looked sleepy. Drained. I wondered what she thought about her first experience with oral sex, but I was too smart to ask. Dad had advised me to avoid asking women to critique my performance in bed, and to NEVER ask a woman if she had an orgasm.

"Girls hate it when guys do that," Dad said. "Keep your mouth shut and let her decide what she wants to tell you. Just be patient. She'll let you know what you need to hear."

I gave Yvonne another passionate kiss. My face, lips, and tongue were all covered with her juices, so she got another taste of her pussy. It was a good way to let her know that I loved the way she tasted, and I'm pretty sure she got the message. She returned the kiss, slipping her tongue between my lips and exploring the inside of my mouth.

We were in the middle of a kiss when I gently pushed my cock inside her. "Ummmmmmm..." she moaned softly. Although Yvonne had enjoyed a nice big climax, I hadn't. My cock was getting desperate for relief. I was so hard that the head was swollen.

She was slow to respond to my gentle thrusts. I got the feeling that Yvonne needed some extra stimulation, so I reached down and used my fingers to rub her clit as my cock moved in and out. She seemed to like that, moving her hips up and down in sync with me.

It was hard to avoid slamming into Yvonne's body as hard and fast as I could. But Dad had been very explicit about putting a woman's needs ahead of my own. "Don't let yourself cum until you are sure you've given your girlfriends as many orgasms as possible," he said. "You'll never regret taking some extra time and energy to make sure you've satisfied them. It's easy to get a woman to go to bed with you the first time. It's a lot harder making sure they want to come back again and again."

It took a long time for Yvonne to get excited enough to have another climax. I eventually felt an orgasm growing inside her. By then, my cock was letting me know it couldn't keep going much longer. When I realized Yvonne was close, I lost control and began filling her with my seed. I came again, and again, and again. Eventually, I felt Yvonne cumming, too.

I felt good about the way I'd introduced Yvonne to oral sex. It had been a surprise - a shock, even - but it seemed to surprise her in a good way. I've always looked at sex as being like dancing. It's best when the man leads, and the woman follows. I'd gently 'forced' Yvonne to do something new, and she'd followed my lead beautifully. It made me feel like I'd been a good boyfriend - the kind Dad urged me to be.

We cuddled for a long time. "You surprised me," Yvonne said finally.

"I hope it was a good surprise," I replied.

"It was a wonderful surprise," she said, confirming Dad's often-repeated advice to just be patient and let women tell me what they thought. "I just didn't expect anything like that to happen today."

I said nothing, but in my mind, I hoped that there'd be many more surprises in the weeks ahead. Dad urged me to introduce women to new practices gradually, letting them have plenty of time to enjoy one before adding another. It was clear what I needed to do. Yvonne was going to get a lot of oral sex in the immediate future. My tongue and her pussy were going to become very good friends.

As we enjoyed the post-sex afterglow, I pulled the covers down so I could admire Yvonne's nude body. She's as beautiful as any woman I've ever seen, and she enjoys being admired. I've come to think of myself as being somewhat voyeuristic; maybe it's because of what I do for a living. Most of the women I take to bed are my models, and I know they are aroused by the experience of posing for me.

I'm no expert, but I suspect that almost all women enjoy it when men take time to gaze at their nude form and praise their beauty. I know that feminists have harsh things to say about "the male gaze" when it is uninvited. That's understandable. But the women I've known seem to enjoy being gazed at when they pose for me, and they like it even more when it's part of a romantic relationship.

Yvonne enjoyed it more than any woman I've ever known. This became more obvious to me as we became more relaxed and familiar with each other. She'd been enthusiastic about nude modeling from the beginning; ordinarily, it takes some persuasion to get a woman to take off her clothes for my camera. She got a lot of pleasure from looking at her nude photos, and I realized quickly that she wanted me to let her do the image processing for those pictures. It always made her feel frisky afterward. Like visual foreplay.

As time went by, I saw more and more reasons to believe that Yvonne enjoyed exhibitionism. All the women I dated liked being naked outside in my pool. Skinny dipping is wonderfully pleasurable. I'm sure that my Dad put a privacy fence around the yard so he and his girlfriends could spend time out there without the need for bathing suits. Every woman I'd known had enjoyed how it felt to be naked out in the sunshine and fresh air - especially at first.

But Yvonne LOVED it! We'd have sex, go hang out next to the pool, and pretty soon she felt randy enough to want to have sex again. She was thrilled when I suggested taking some pin-up style photos of her posing nude next to the pool and in the water. Yvonne looked especially excited in those images, and we had very spirited sex afterward.

"I've got an idea," I told her one day. It was about a month after I'd first introduced her to oral sex, and I thought I needed to do something new. "You have such beautiful skin. I think we'd get some very nice pictures if you let me spread tanning lotion all over your body. A lot of lotion. Enough lotion to make every inch of your flesh look hot and shiny in the sun."

"Let's try it!" she said.

We had her recline naked on one of my lounge chairs while I got a bottle of coconut oil. The first thing I did was put a video camera on a tripod so it could capture how it looked for me to give Yvonne an oil massage. It was a hot, sunny day, and I enjoyed rubbing the oil into her soft, warm flesh. I started with her shoulders and back, moving down to her bottom, legs, and feet. By the time I asked her to turn over, Yvonne was getting excited.

"This makes me want to do something, Kurt," she said.

"If you want, we can take the pictures later," I said. "Giving you an oil massage is pretty inspiring. I'd be happy just to skip the modeling and get straight to the sex."

"No. Keep going," she said as I applied oil to her breasts. "I want to pose for you. I think these pictures are going to be special."

We were both simmering with lust by the time I finished. It wasn't easy to rub oil all over her smooth pubic mound. It made me want to spread her legs and go down on her right next to the pool. But we prevailed. I finally wiped the oil from my hands, picked up my camera, and began pressing the shutter.

"God... you look spectacular," I told her as I looked at her image through the viewfinder. The gleaming oil made it look like a scene from the hottest day of the year. She looked over the top of her sunglasses and gazed into the lens, wearing an expression that conveyed feelings of deep arousal.

Her poses were especially provocative that day, giving the impression that she felt impatient for the photographer to put down the camera and get on to the business of ravaging her. That's what I wanted to do, but I saw how much she loved exposing her body to me. It wasn't long before I got a big erection. The fact that we were both naked made my boner especially conspicuous.

"Your cock looks amazing," she said. "Is it bigger than usual?"

"Maybe," I said. "It feels like it's ready to erupt."

"Good. It can erupt inside me," Yvonne said. "Take some pictures of my butt so we can wrap this up. I think I'm leaking all over this recliner."

She moved so her backside was toward the camera, then looked over her shoulder in my direction. Since becoming my model, Yvonne had gained enough experience to know exactly how to pose. She conveyed a sense of sensuality. She made sure the pictures went beyond mere figure studies. I saw that these images would communicate what Yvonne was like as a woman - a sexy, responsive, beautiful woman.

I felt relieved when we were finally finished. All I wanted to do was put the camera down and ravish Yvonne right there next to the pool. But then I got an inspiration. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Yvonne enjoyed exhibitionism. I got an idea for a new way to appeal to her latent desires.

I mounted the camera on a tripod and aimed it toward Yvonne. "Let's play a little game," I said, setting the camera to record everything on video. "Let's pretend that the two of us are porn stars, and we want to make a sex video that millions of people will see. Let's pretend that we want the camera to record a professional performance that will excite everybody who sees it."

With that, I walked around to the far side of the recliner; Yvonne knew this meant the camera would see her in the foreground, with me positioned in the background.

"You have a dirty mind," she said softly.

I kissed her passionately, then whispered in her ear. "Speak louder for the microphone," I said.

"You have a dirty mind!" she replied.

I kept kissing Yvonne as one hand caressed her oily breasts. She writhed beneath my touch, letting me (and the camera) see that she was as aroused as a woman in heat. It wasn't an act. That long oil massage - and the photo shoot afterward - made Yvonne as excited as I'd ever seen her. Knowing that everything we did was being recorded made it all more intense.

My hand moved lower, massaging Yvonne's inner thighs. She responded by spreading her legs, and I'm sure she expected me to begin massaging her pussy. But that wasn't what I wanted to do. Not this time. Instead, I moved down and got between her legs.

"Oh my God!" she said when she realized I was going to eat her pussy. "Baby... that's obscene!" I realized that she was uncertain about being recorded while I went down on her. I said nothing. Instead, I looked at her swollen lips and inner folds. She was so excited that the flesh visible inside her slit was bright pink.

I used my fingertips to spread her lips, then ran my tongue up and down. She jerked when she felt me lick her clit. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God..." she said over and over. I noticed that she spoke loud enough for her voice to be recorded. As I went down on her pussy, I took Yvonne's hands and placed them over her breasts. I made her squeeze, massaging her own boobs as I worked between her legs.

I wasn't surprised when Yvonne climaxed. I'd been working on her pussy for less than a minute before she started to cum. I doubt I'd ever done a more thorough job of giving her creative foreplay. She moaned so loudly that I wondered if she was being extra dramatic for the camera. Perhaps it was just because she was so much more excited than usual.

In the time since I started eating Yvonne's pussy, I'd learned that it was easy to make her cum more than once with my tongue. I wanted to do that again. It would have been almost effortless. But I was so excited that I couldn't resist the temptation to start having sex. My cock ached by this time, and I couldn't wait any longer. Yvonne's climax was barely over by the time I climbed up on her body and placed my cock at the entrance to her passage.

I got an idea for something that would make our video look more like a real porno. "Say please," I said loud enough for the microphone. "Beg for my cock."

Yvonne smiled. She got the idea immediately. "Please give me your cock, baby. Please. I need it." She acted just like an actress in a porno.

"I didn't hear you beg," I said.

"Honey, I'm begging you!" she said. "I'm begging for your cock! Please, let me have it!"

I responded by pushing deep into her pussy. She gasped out loud, letting me know how much she liked how it felt. Yvonne seemed more energized than usual as she writhed beneath me. I wasn't sure if it was because she was hamming it up for the camera, or if she was more aroused than usual. It was probably a bit of both.

We began rutting like animals, putting on a show like real porn actors. We'd been having missionary sex for weeks, and I knew it was time to teach her something new. Cowgirl is probably my favorite position because it gives me such a good view of the woman laboring above me. It's nice to let the woman do the work for a while, and I like that it puts her in control of how much stimulation she gets.

Wrapping my arms around Yvonne, I rolled over on my back and pushed her up until she was sitting on top of my body. "Put on a show for me, baby," I said, squeezing her breasts. "I want to watch you move for me."

I saw surprise in Yvonne's eyes. I'd felt certain that she would enjoy experiencing this new way to put her nude body on display, and I'd been right. "Your eyes are so dirty," she said, rising up and down on my cock. She knew that I wasn't her only spectator. The video camera was recording her as she performed what amounted to a live sex show. It fed her appetite for exhibitionism like nothing had before.

"Move for me, baby. Dance for me," I said. Yvonne raised her arms over her head as she found new ways to ride my cock. She went left and right. Back and forth. Around and around. Her body was so oily that her thighs glided smoothly over my torso. It was easy for her to press her clit against me, giving herself new kinds of stimulation. She began making sexy noises that were a little louder than usual. I think she wanted to be sure that the microphone captured the sounds of her passion.

The view was magnificent. I watched Yvonne's oily, athletic body as she put on an energetic display that was half sex show, half aerobics workout. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, straining as I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock. Yvonne was doing the equivalent of Kegel exercises as she rode me. Her capacity for finding new ways to express her sexuality seemed limitless.

This went on, and on, and on. The camera recorded it all. Yvonne's motions became more frantic as a climax grew inside her. I tried to keep from cumming, but it was hopeless. Everything felt so good - and looked so good - that I couldn't postpone my orgasm. Her eyes opened wide when she felt me begin to throb inside her. I came again and again and again, filling her pussy with so much cum that it leaked from inside and ran down my cock.

It made her so excited that she began wailing as she rubbed her clit against me. My climax was over, and I was starting to get soft by the time she finally came. I reached up and squeezed her breasts as I held her up, making sure she didn't fall forward until after the camera captured every erotic part of her long, sensuous orgasm.

After she got quiet, I lowered her to my chest and held on as she caught her breath. Her heart was pounding as she slowly tried to relax. The contractions of her vaginal muscles continued for a long time after her climax faded. As I waited for her to calm down, I realized that I'd just seen Yvonne have the strongest orgasm we'd experienced together.

And we captured it on video! It made me feel like a good boyfriend. Dad had always advised me to find new ways to excite the women in my life, and I seemed to be doing that with Yvonne.

What happened that day was part of my growing realization of the importance of exhibitionism to Yvonne. In hindsight, I did a lot to cultivate her need to put herself on display for me and others. Posing for my camera was a sensuous pleasure for her - especially when she posed nude. She loved it when I caressed her body with my eyes - and camera. Her appetite for this particular kink grew as I encouraged it. But it was part of her nature long before she met.

I remember how I felt the first time I got a good look at Yvonne while she mowed my lawn. She wore tight boy shorts and a tight top that revealed more than it concealed. Lots of teenage girls dress in those kinds of clothes, but Yvonne had always worn outfits that were a little shorter and a little tighter than other girls. She'd always wanted to be seen as a sexy, desirable woman. She'd done such a good job of entrancing me that I'd immediately started working on a plan to seduce her.

Since then, I've done a lot of thinking about this side of Yvonne's character. A lot of people criticize women like her, categorizing them as sluts. As I've tried to wrap my head around it, I've come to understand that this is part of Yvonne's sexuality. Since I love that part of her, I realize that I need to understand and appreciate her exhibitionistic tendencies.

Eventually, I decided that I needed to do even more than appreciate her exhibitionism. I needed to help find ways for her to enjoy her kink as much as possible. Obviously, I needed to keep coming up with ideas for sexy photo sessions that immortalize her nude body. But I needed to do more than that. I needed to buy her revealing clothes, and I needed to take her to places where she could wear them in public. I've come to see this as a kind of mental foreplay. As her boyfriend, it's my job to help her cultivate this part of her nature.

As we rested beside the pool, Yvonne began rousing herself enough that she gave me a passionate kiss. "You surprised me," she said. "When you started giving me an oil massage, I had no idea what else you wanted to do."

"I didn't know either," I said. "I knew I wanted to take some nice pin-up style photos, but I wasn't thinking about making a sex video. Or having sex in the cowgirl position."

"Is that what it's called? Cowgirl?" she asked. "I never heard that before."

"Don't you watch porn on the web?" I said. "There must be a bazillion cowgirl videos."

"I'll take your word for it," she said. "I don't watch a lot of sex videos. They don't excite me much."

"That's too bad," I said. "We just made a sex video that is probably going to be pretty good. I can't wait to see it."

"I'm sure I'll like it," Yvonne said. "It stars my favorite man."

"You're the star, baby," I said. "I'm just an extra."

We slowly rose to our feet. "I need to take a shower," said Yvonne. The oil and sweat made her body look slick and shiny in the sun. I shut off the camera and carried it into the house as we walked together to the shower. When we got to the bathroom, I thought it would be fun to make a video of the two of us washing off, so I set up the tripod and aimed the lens into the shower enclosure.

"What are you doing?" Yvonne asked.

"Just making another video. I'll bet you like it," I said, stepping into the shower and turning on the water. Yvonne got the message that I wanted her to play to the camera as I washed her body, so she began stretching and posing as I lathered her oily flesh. Soon she was covered with suds from head to toe. She gave me a sweet smile that made me think she liked the fact that I'd found a new way to make her look sexy.

We were both tired when we got into the shower, but the water revitalized us by the time we were both clean. I was looking for another way to perform for the camera when I remembered that lots of women enjoy masturbating with pulsating shower heads. I removed the wand from its bracket, set the head to pulsate, then pressed it between Yvonne's legs.

"Jesus! What now!?" Yvonne said. "Kurt, I can't cum again this soon!"

"Of course you can," I said, wrapping one arm around her and pressing her back against the wall. "A sexy girl like you can do it. Perform for me, Yvonne. Put on another show for me. I want to see you cum."

She looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. Already that day, Yvonne had enjoyed a couple of orgasms, including one that measured 12.5 on the Richter scale. Maybe it was unreasonable to ask her to do it again. But I didn't give her a choice. I moved the head up and down until the expression on Yvonne's face let me know that one of the pulsating jets was aimed directly at her clit.

She looked very uncertain, but she didn't fight me. We both knew that the camera was making a video of the action, and I'm sure Yvonne wanted to stage an impressive finale for today's entertainment. She bit her lower lip and did her best to concentrate on the sensations.

It took a while. She began making sexy little whimpering sounds that echoed off the tile walls. Yvonne wrapped one hand around my cock and stroked it. I was pretty drained by this time, so it took a while for her to make me hard. Eventually, we were both working to make each other cum. I wondered who'd win the race.

I did. Yvonne closed her eyes and had a quiet, shuddering climax. It didn't last long, but it looked very sexy as her body quaked with excitement. When it ended, she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I can't believe you," she said. "I can't believe you made me cum again."

It was time for another surprise. I didn't think I could climax just from Yvonne giving me a handjob, so I turned her around and began fucking her from behind. I pounded her as hard as I could. That was partly so I could put on a good show for the camera, but it was mainly because I needed a lot of stimulation to climax one more time. When I finally came, I didn't produce much seed because I'd already drained my balls, but I cried out loudly as a way to celebrate being able to do it again.

As we were preparing to return to the studio, Yvonne asked me to bring the camera's memory card so we could look at the pin-up photos and the videos we'd created. We were so spent that we didn't download the files until that afternoon; it took us that long to regain the ability to get excited. Yvonne sat on my lap as we looked at the unedited video files.

They were pretty good. A lot of the porn videos you find online are created by amateurs who don't understand the fundamentals of lighting and composition. Most of them are recorded on crappy cellphone cameras. Our videos also had the advantage of featuring a leading lady who is as hot as the hottest actresses in the porn industry. We both felt pretty good about what we'd created, and I felt pretty good about the way I managed to follow Dad's advice on finding new sexual experiences for Yvonne.

"Do you remember what I said this morning?" she asked me. "I told you that when I was a virgin, I never imagined that sex would be the way it is with us."

"Yeah. I remember," I said. "I hope it isn't disappointing."

"Not a bit, Kurt. You know how much I love having sex with you," Yvonne said. "It's just that I expected something less... exciting. I mean, I expected that I'd like having sex. But I didn't think I'd like it this much. I didn't think I'd want to do it so often.

"Is it like this for everybody?" she asked. "Is this what it was like when my Mom met my Dad?"

"My parents had a very hot sex life," I replied. "I remember hearing them having noisy sex in their bedroom when I was growing up."

"What!? Really!? You heard your parents having sex!?" Yvonne asked.

"All the time," I said. "All. The. Time. And I know that Dad took nude pictures of Mom. I found a bunch of them when I was a teenager."

"Really!? Ick. I wouldn't want to see that," she said.

"I didn't enjoy finding pictures of my Mom posing naked," I confirmed.

"Did she look hot?" Yvonne asked.

"You just made me throw up in my mouth a little," I said. "Yeah, she looked hot. Dad worked pretty hard taking those pictures. Mom was very sexy for the camera. But that's not something a boy should see. I found them accidentally. I was looking through some boxes of Dad's old photos when I stumbled across them." I didn't bother explaining that I'd been looking for nude photos Dad took of college co-eds. That seemed like a topic I needed to avoid.

"Kurt, we have sex every day. Every single day. I can't imagine going weeks without sex with you. What are we going to do when it's time for me to go to college? I can't be away from you that long."

"Baby, I've thought about it, and I'm not looking forward to that," I said. "I'm sure we'll survive, but I don't expect to enjoy it."

There was a long pause. "Do you think you'll be tired of me by then?" she asked.

I was stunned by the question. It seemed unbelievable that Yvonne could think that. "No. There is no chance of that. Absolutely fucking not! God, I hope you don't think I'm playing with your emotions. I've never felt like this about anyone before.

"This is moving a lot faster than it probably should, but I began having feelings for you very quickly. I'd like to tell you something I've been thinking about since we became intimate.

"My Dad told me that he felt an overpowering attraction to my Mom as soon as they met," I said. "He said he was perfectly happy being a bachelor. But then he met Mom, and everything changed for him. Overnight.

"Yvonne, something like that happened to me when you came into my life. I worry that I'm asking too much of you. You're only 18 years old. I'm the only man you've ever known. There's no sensible reason for me to expect you'll ever feel the same way. But I think about it a lot. I'll be devastated if you decide to end our relationship."

Something about what I'd said surprised Yvonne. She gasped, then looked at me like I'd said something shocking.

"You always say the nicest things," she said finally. "If you were trying to tell me something I wanted to hear, you succeeded. I always want to be involved with you, Kurt. I'm sure you noticed that I wore very revealing clothes whenever I mowed your lawn. I was trying to get your attention. I was trying to get you to see me as a woman, not some silly girl.

"I can't imagine anyone could ever make me happier than you. Please promise me we'll stay together. That's all I want."

"I promise to stay as long as you want me," I said.

Yvonne wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a warm kiss. She kissed me again, and again, and again. Each kiss was more soulful than the last. We made out for a few minutes, then Yvonne pulled away. "It's only been a few hours since the last time you made me cum," Yvonne said. "I can't believe I'm saying this already, but I feel like doing it again."

"That works for me," I said.

"Why don't we watch that video?" she said. "I'll bet it would get us in the mood to go back in the studio and have some fun on the sofa back there.

"Before we start playing the video, go lock the front door. I don't want to be interrupted after we get started," she said.

She loaded the video files into our computer with the biggest monitor. Yvonne sat on my lap so we could watch the show together. It started with an image of Yvonne reclining naked on her belly. Pretty soon, I walked into the frame holding the bottle of coconut butter. After pouring some into one hand, I began rubbing it into her neck and shoulders. We were both naked, of course. I noticed that my cock wasn't hard yet. It would be soon.

"Look at how hot you are," I whispered into Yvonne's ear. "This is what I see when I look at you. Look at that beautiful body. Look at that beautiful ass. Do you see why I can't keep my hands off of you?"

Yvonne's eyes were wide as she got her first view of what she looked like in a sex video. The image quality was exceptional. Since a lot of pornos are made with cellphone cameras, they don't look nearly as good as the results we got from the professional camera I used. The scene was composed perfectly, showing Yvonne from head to toe. The lighting, focus, and color saturation were all perfect. This is what happens when a professional photographer makes a video.

Yvonne looked great. She began breathing heavily as my hands moved down and started spreading oil on her butt. It left her skin looking shiny in the sun. Very erotic. I turned up the speakers so we could hear the soft sounds of Yvonne making contented noises as the massage moved lower.

"Do you see how sexy you are?" I whispered as we watched the video. "Answer me. Say it out loud. You can see that, can't you?"

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I can see it." I silently congratulated myself for finding a new way to cultivate Yvonne's exhibitionist tendencies. Seeing the video of her naked body displayed so dramatically on a big flatscreen monitor aroused her in ways that went beyond how she felt when she saw the nude photos we'd taken over the last few weeks.

"Stand up," I said, guiding Yvonne to position herself in front of the monitor. I placed her hands palms down on the table, forcing her to bend over. After lifting her skirt above her waist, I started massaging her lower legs exactly the way I was doing on the video. Seeing it while feeling it turned the experience into a new kind of foreplay. Dad had always stressed the importance of finding new ways to please my women; at that moment, I felt he'd be proud of what I was doing for Yvonne.

The monitor showed Yvonne rolling over, and soon she saw me rubbing oil on her breasts. "Look at the girl on the screen," I said. "Look at her breasts. Do you see how perfect those breasts are? How perky? Do you see it?" I asked.

"I see it," Yvonne said, her voice breaking. I ran my hand under her shirt, unhooked her bra, and then used both hands to hold and squeeze her breasts. When I massaged her hard nipples, Yvonne started moaning louder than the moans on the video.

This went on until we reached the part of the video where I spread her legs and began eating her pussy. I lowered Yvonne's panties to her knees and began massaging her outer lips. We both watched the recording of Yvonne reacting to the sensation of my tongue licking up and down her slit. I got down on my knees, spread her cheeks, and licked her clit.

I sucked it between my lips and tried to give her the same kind of sensations she felt while we made the recording. Her body began trembling as she watched the screen, seeing how excited she had gotten.

The video showed Yvonne climaxing while I ate her pussy. As she recovered, I moved on top of her and placed my cock at the entrance to her passage. That's when the microphone captured us talking.

"Say please," said my voice in the speakers. "Beg for my cock."

We heard Yvonne reply, "Please give me your cock, baby. Please. I need it."

"I didn't hear you beg," I answered.

"Honey, I'm begging you!" she said. "I'm begging for your cock! Please, let me have it!"

Yvonne remembered when we said these words, but they sounded different in the recording. It felt like dialogue on a big-budget sex video. Yvonne liked it. She groaned when she heard us talking like porn stars. Perhaps it helped her imagine performing for an appreciative audience.

Things got more heated when we got to the part of the video that showed Yvonne riding me cowgirl-style. I stood up, lowered my pants, and gently eased my cock into her passage. Yvonne wailed joyfully when she felt my cock enter her body. She somehow managed to keep watching the monitor.

It was about this time that the microphone picked up the sound of me talking. "Put on a show for me, baby," we heard me say as I squeezed her breasts. "I want to watch you."

The monitor showed a voyeuristic expression on my face. "Your eyes are so dirty," said Yvonne's voice on the soundtrack. We both remembered doing all these things a few hours earlier. I thrust in and out gently, slowly, as the video reminded us of everything we'd done.

"Move for me, baby. Dance for me," said my voice in the speakers. The image showed a marvelous view of Yvonne doing her X-rated dance atop my torso.

"I remember watching you," I whispered into her ear. "God, you turned me on so much - it was intense. Imagine what would happen if anybody ever saw this video. They'd go crazy from seeing something so erotic."

It was overpoweringly obvious that Yvonne enjoyed fantasizing that someone might see this recording someday. She liked thinking about how an imaginary spectator would react to her explicit performance. She began thrusting her body backward, slamming into me each time I thrust forward. She cried out each time, going "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

I pushed deeper and moved faster as the seconds passed. We finally got to the part of the recording that showed Yvonne having the most powerful orgasm of the day. The sound of her wailing seemed to erupt from the speakers as the camera captured the image of her body shaking while she gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. It went on, and on, and on. I thought the video captured signs of Yvonne responding when she felt me cum inside her, but it was hard to tell. A lot of things were happening at once.

By this time, I could barely continue. I was so excited that I couldn't postpone my climax any longer. I hoped Yvonne was getting close, but it didn't matter. I had to cum. I held her hips firmly as I pounded my cock into her from behind. It had been a few hours since we'd had sex, so I filled her pussy with enough seed for it to leak out and flow down her inner thighs.

My cock was getting soft when Yvonne climaxed. I felt her pussy throbbing, milking the last drops from my dick. I held her in my arms and stepped backward, sitting in my chair. She sat in my lap as she tried to catch her breath. She turned toward me and looked into my face with a sultry, smoky expression.

After a long moment, she spoke. "Do you remember what we discussed this morning?" she asked.

"Refresh my memory," I said.

"I told you that when I was a virgin, I imagined that sex would be very different from what I experience with you."

"Yes. I remember that," I said.

"I just thought I'd mention that what we did today was absolutely nothing like what I imagined before you took my virginity," she said, a wry smile on her face.

That sounded auspicious. I found myself wondering what she'd think of the video we made in the shower.

It seemed like a good thing to find out tomorrow.

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Tomorrow. Our two lovers can look forward to an endless series of new erotic experiences starting as soon as tomorrow. In Part 6, their relationship heads in a new direction.