Fancy Spread for a Picnic

FANCY SPREAD FOR A PICNIC 

Maggie Simpkins stood at her bedroom window, looking down at the street
outside.  She began to have second thoughts about what she was doing. 

Maggie had planned to go on a picnic in the park with Larry Helmer, her
boyfriend of some months, then to a movie in the evening with him.  But
Larry had called her before starting to drive over and she had
mentioned to him that her mother was about to leave and would not be
back until late at night.  Since her father was off on a week-long
trip, she was going to be alone in the house. 

Larry had talked her into having the picnic lunch on the kitchen table
and spending all day, at least until the movie, at home with him.
Maggie liked the idea of their being alone together, but she also had
doubts. 

Larry Helmer, on the other hand, did not have doubts, at least about
what he hoped for from this day.  What was going to happen was very
much up in the air, but the outcomes ranged from pleasant to incredibly
nice. 

On the one extreme, they would talk and relax together and neck with
each other until they left for the movie.   On the other... the necking
would lead to petting, and then to mutual undressing, until he had
spread Maggie's legs and climbed between them.  He would split the
hymen that she had protected for eighteen years and enter her body,
filling her with his erection until he brought her to an orgasm - or,
better yet, one after another, as the afternoon went on, and perhaps
the movie could be postponed in favor of seeing in their bodies could
peak together once more. 

Either would be satisfying, but one would be so in more ways. 

Larry thought about Maggie as he drove to her home and thought about
what he wanted to do to and with her.  He wanted to drive her too,
drive her to distraction with kisses, with his tongue against his
clitoris and in her labia, with his pistoning shaft in her body until
they both went into overdrive and he pumped her full. 

And Maggie had told him that the timing for the picnic was excellent,
since another day or so later she would not feel like going out at all,
because her period would have started and she was always grumpt and
short-tempered on the first day. 

This mean that if Larry succeeded in bedding this girl he might pump her
full of semen without an contraceptive and with no danger of making her
pregnant. 

Maggie Simpkins saw him drive up from her bedroom window and as he got
out of his car, she scurried down the steps and opened the door for
him. 

He shut the door behind him and took her into his arms, pressing her
body to his though she denied him a tongue-kiss, at least for the
moment.  They sat and talked on the sofa, and kissed a few more times.
About the fifth time she opened her lips for him, but when she broke it
off she suggested that they eat lunch. 

Larry Helmer was quite willing to let one hunger wait for a while in
favor of another.  But only for a while.  He wondered as he walked to
the kitchen how it would be to eat Maggie out, how she would taste as
his tongue lapped and plunged. And there was the matter of Maggie's
cherry... That would be very sweet to have, as he creamed inside her. 

As they ate the mixed fruit and then the sandwiches that Maggie had
prepared last night and drank the soda that Larry had brought, Larry
wondered if Maggie would have been more relaxed out in the open.
Probably not, he decided,  She should feel more at home in her home,
for all that the two of them were alone together for so long. 

Maggie herself was wondering exactly how she felt.  She was glad of the
chance to take a break from the kisses, especially the deep kisses,
that she had shared with Larrry.  But on the other hand, she wanted to
go back to them.  He was giving her body sensations stronger that she 

had ever gotten from a boy before. 

Larry pulled out as they finished the food a bottle of fortified wine
which he had convinced a store that he was old enough to buy.  Maggie
had almost never touched even ordinary wine, so it was unlikely that
she would have known that this bottle had extra alcohol injected, even
if she had looked at the label, which she did not. 

She had only a weak resistance to Larry before that lunch, and the
fortified wine reduced it further. 

It did not take very long before they were indeed getting inside each
other's mouths.  Larry Helmer put his hand inside Maggie Simpkins'
blouse within minutes and then moved the left bra-cup aside. 

His hand went around her breast and his fingers pressed the sides of her
nipples.  He twisted that slightly and she moaned into his mouth.  His
forefinger lifted and and rubbed the end of her little nub until Maggie
squirmed in his arms, and arched her back toward him.  That action gave
him a vision of her body arching again, then time as she approached
orgasm under him and she tried to force more of his erection into her.
He raised his head to lick the nipple and blow upon it to make her cry
out. 

Larry had never gotten her to go this far with him before, and he was
now sure that he was going to go all the way with her today.   He was
sure that he would soon have her deeply impaled on his spear of flesh
and gasping and screaming in ecstasy as he drove in over and over. 

But there was some distance yet to go.  One floor perhaps. 

"If we were off in the picnic ground, we would be spread out on a
blanket," we whispered to her, ignoring that they would probably not be
half-naked now. 

"I don't know about lying on this carpet," she replied. 

"No, someone might look in the window.  Nut we could lie down on your
bed." 

It seemed to Maggie that there was some reason that they should not, but
either her body was too aroused to let her remember why, or it was too
aroused to allow her to care.  Of course the fortified wine did not
help. 

They walked up the stairs together, his arm around her and her stomach
still exposed.  Her mind was in a muddle, between Larry's experienced
arousal and the wine. 

When they entered Maggie's bedroom, she paused for a moment to look out
of her window again and thought back to how she had wodered if she had
done the right thing in staying alone in the house with Larry. 

But she did not get to dwell on that.  Larry came up behind her and put
his arms about her waist, at the same time bending down to nuzzle her
neck.  As she whimpered with the sensation, he moved his left hand up
to cup her breasts and his right hand to press between her legs. 

When he bent Maggie back to deliver another deep kiss, his right hand
came up, then down, to slide under the waistband of her loose jeans and
into her panties, where one finger found her labia to pass between them
and in. 

Maggie had done this to herself many times, especially lately as she lay
alone in bed and thought about Larry, but to have it done to her like
this was far more wild and uncontrolled and powerful.  She sagged in
his arms. 

Larry drew her back now and lay her across her bed, to lie beside her,
kicking his shoes off.  Many times in the last half-dozen years Maggie
had fantasized about having one boy or another of her acquaintance -
always Larry in recent times - join her there, and now she was face to
face and side to side - perhaps soon gasping beneath - the reality. 

That particular mass of teenage hormones leaned over her as she lay on
her back, and kissed her mouth, at the same time undoing the buttons of
her blouse.  As it was uncovered, he raised her left bra-cup from where
it had slid back down, then lifted the other before raising her body to
get at the fastening in the middle of her back. 

He pressed her body to his, pushing the buttons of her hard nipples back
into the flesh of her breasts.   When he lifted up and began to remove
his shirt, Maggie eagerly if shyly helped him.  His young body had only
a few chest-hairs, but she made the most of them against her sensitive
skin when she drew him back. 

This time her arms held him until they were both weak and out of breath.
 But soon after they broke away and lay in each other's arms, Larry's
hand descended to the snap at her jeans-top. 

He popped it - thinking of how he hoped to soon pop the membrane of her
maidenhead - and began to slide the zipper of her fly down.  When Larry
reached the bottom, he lifted her hips and tugged on her jeans until
they were bunched at her loafers.  Shoes and jeans came off together,
leaving her in only a blouse, white panties and open bra. 

Maggie sat up now and the first and third of those fell to her bedroom
floor. She rolled over further to open his belt and pants and help to
remove his pants. He wore shorts beneath them, red with white dots, and
a large bulge was very visible and almost through the opening. 

Her hand went through the opening and rasped in her fingers what he
hoped she would soon grasp in her vaginal-- ex-virginal-- walls.  She
had never in her life done the first, and certainly never the second. 

They returned to kissing, and exploring each other, with so much more to
easily explore.  His fingers caressed the curve of her hips, back and
forth, slowly moving closer to the boundary of her only remaining
clothing and raising her anticipation and heartbeat together.  Larry's
hand went into her panties again, and his tongue was buried in her
mouth when he brought her to orgasm with his hand, her first by a hand
other than her own. 

He let Maggie rest a little, then leaned over her and nudged her legs
apart, to lie between them.  He kissed around her cheeks and forehead
and neck, pressing his chest to her breasts and his groin to her loins,
slowly pumping his hips in blatant imitation of intercourse.  He
carefully aroused her body again and kept her that way, always close to
another climax but somehow not reaching it. 

Larry moved down her body, first to pay lip-service (and tongue-service,
and a little tooth-service) to her proud little breasts and their
raised nipples. 

He moved further down, to pull down the white cotton panties that were
all that she now wore.  She gasped as she felt sure that she was about
to be opened and filled by the long hard manhood of Larry Helmer. 

She was wrong, at least for the moment. 

When she was naked and her legs were spread wide open. Larry bent down
and kissed her, but not on or near her face.  Maggie had heard of this
being done but not considered that Larry might do it to her. 

His lips and tongue ranged to and around her labia and clitoris, up into
her vaginal opening, and working the little man and spreading her open.
 This time he did not hold back from sending Maggie over the top, and
she cried out in ecstasy. 

He let her rest again, then whispered:  "Are you ready to go all the way
with me?   It will be much better than what we have done before." 

"Much better?  I don't know if I can stand it.  But yes, I want it; I
want you, I want you in me." 

He reached into his pants to remove a foil packet, then removed his
shorts. 

"You told me that your period is due to start very soon, but if you want
we can use a condom anyway," he said. 

"No, I guess not," she replied.  "I want to know what it feels like to,
to have you shoot into me." 

"I'm told it adds to the experience," Larry said. 

As Larry lay over her, his left arm raised her head to meet his lips and
his right hand went to line up his erection with the line between her
labia.  While he had licked away much of her secretions, there was more
than enough left for the needed lubrication. 

He slid in gently and retreated.  He slid in further with each stroke,
until he touched for the third time the barrier that he had expected
and now wanted to claim.  Then he jerked his hips, she gave a cry, and
it was done. 

After that he became gentle again, until he felt the contractions begin
that should that the teenage girl whom he had so recently deflowered
was drawing near to her third orgasm of the day and her first ever when
she stuffed with hard hot meat. Then he sped up so that when she camped
down hard on his shaft it would at the same moment be expending to pump
hot semen into her. 

She cried out as she peaked, arching her body and pulling on his, trying
to force him a fraction more deeply into her and he lunged down as far
as he could. 

They rested now longer than before, and when they kissed and began to
fondle each other, Maggie said, "I think I want to take a shower." 

"Could I join you?  I'm sure there is room, and I v=could make it more
interesting." 

"Oh, certainly interesting.  But I am not sure how much interest I am
capable right now." 

"We can see, and we can certainly look." 

As Maggie sat up, she looked down at Larry's loins and saw a little red
on the end of his penis. 

"Is... that from me?" she asked. 

"Very definitely.  You are a woman now.  I hope it did not hurt too
much, and that it doesn't hurt now." 

"No.  And it doesn't.  Though I will admit I feel like I've been
exercising, except that I feel really good, really happy." 

"Maybe I am more interested than I thought." 

She took Larry's hand and they walked to the bathroom together, nude. 

Maggie set the flow of water for the shower, but before they stepped in
she bent over and kissed the head of his penis. 

"Since that has claimed me, I claim the right to kiss my blood off," she
said as she straightened up. 

"Freely given," he replied. 

As they entered the falling water, she took a washcloth and soap and
cleansed his genitals, though it would be only fair to note that she
spent more time and stroking and soap than was strictly needed.  But
then there was more to wash by the time she finished. 

Larry put his arms around her and put his tongue past her lips.  She
cooperated enthusiastically, leaning into him, and the tube of flesh
that soon poked her belly caused her to turn slightly aside to allow
her hand to reach between them. 

As she applied more soap to let that hand slide more easily, one of his
hands touched Maggie between her legs.  He rubbed her there and gently
squeezed, soon putting a finger into her, then two, then spreading them
apart. 

"Oh, God, if you keep that up I won't be able to take it," she cried. 

"You don't have to take it," he replied, "I can just take you again.  I
would be happy to." 

She stepped back and squatted down.  She took his shaft into her hand
again and bent her head to the end of it.  She had clearly never done
this, but her willingness to do it meant more than what long experience
might mean. 

Larry had not expected this from Maggie for a long time if ever.  He
wondered if she had seen this done in photos or perhaps a videotape or
DVD, since she used her tongue and lips well, rather than trying to do
nothing but suck on him. 

Maggie was certainly good enough at this that Larry soon had to reach
down and tug her under the arms for her to stand.  He gave her a deep
kiss again and this time his hand did noy touch her groin but his, and
he placed the length of his rod between her legs. 

It pressed upward against her labia, and if the sensation was less
intense than what his hand had done, it was more arousing because of
what it was.  She knew that with a small shift of their bodies she
would be impaled and filled by his broad invader. 

He moved his hips slightly back and forth and he found and stayed in the
crease of her labia.  She was now thoroughly wet both within and
without and his erection was wet from her juices. 

The touch of his hands under her breasts and on her nipples made things
worse for her.  When the contact between her legs was broken, the
relief was only for a moment as he stooped. 

Larry's hand touched her labia again and spread them open, then she felt
something large and smooth aand at blood heat between them.  He leaned
back on the shower wall and lifted her leg a little, then stood up
completely and with a little adjustment he was fully inserted within
her body. 

Inserted to the point that with standing on one foot she could move up
and down only with Larry's help, and he stayed still.  The sexual
tension became unbearable and Maggie cried out almost in pain. 

He bent and lifted her and turned off the water with a jerk.  They moved
quickly back to her bedroom where she flopped down across the sheet and
he hooked into her with one violent thrust. 

It was a good thing they were already close to an explosion of passion,
or they might have injured themselves. 

Hours later, the couple made love a third time, with no thought of the
movie they had planned on.  For months afterward they took every
opportunity to share a blanket in some shadowed wooded place, and
sometimes in the back of his car.

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