A whole new world for April

I was content to let Sandra oversee the logistics of sleeping arrangements for everyone. A few blow-up mattresses, a guest bed and a futon for two in the spare room, a sleeping bag or three and some couch space managed to get everyone taken care of. I heard some hushed arguing over who was to share my bed. Both Inez and Misty had tried to make their respective cases, but Sandra simply shut them down with, “I'm his girlfriend, I get the final say.” That ended the argument.

A few more ladies slipped in for a shower before bed, and a number of night owls stayed up a few hours (including me), mostly looking at their computers or curled up near a light, reading a book. By 11, I was ready to sleep. I closed my laptop and headed quietly down the hall. I heard a few conversations still happening in whispers, but most people were well on their way to sleep.

I crawled under the covers with no plans to have sex with my bedmate right away. I had already cum inside four different women in the past 13 hours, and though I could certainly get myself ready to go again, especially with another new partner, I was physically tired. What's more, I hadn't been able to really cuddle with anyone since Angela a few nights ago.

I stripped myself naked and moved closer to the other body in my bed. Judging from the sounds of her breathing, I could tell April was asleep. She was on her side, facing away from me, so I spooned up behind her and put my arm over her body. She mumbled something but stayed asleep. Her only real reaction was to scoot backwards and settle in to my embrace. With my hand cupping her breast through her shirt, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I wasn't sure of the hour when I woke up, but both April and I had changed positions and the covers were off us. I was on my back and April... well, April was awake. She was on her side, facing me, her hand probing and squeezing my cock. I had been soft when I woke up, but as soon as I had some awareness of what was going on, I filled out and grew to complete hardness.

“Oh shit!” gasped April under her breath. "What the hell?" She jerked her hand back and moved in to try to get a look by the faint light of the distant streetlamps shining outside my window. Building up her courage, she reached out and tapped it again, sucking in her breath when my cock jumped a little in reaction. Unaware that I was awake and watching, she gently, slowly wrapped her hand around my rod.

“It's warm,” she marveled softly.

She didn't stroke it or anything – it was like she had never seen one before. Or knew exactly what it was. Which is how I had programmed her. April's instructions had been to forget all her sexual experience (which was a lot) and all knowledge of sex except that there is something called sex that people do and enjoy. And she would be very receptive to learning more.

April moaned very softly, and one of her hands left my cock and worked its way inside her panties. She didn't seem to be doing much, just touching herself, holding her hand on her pubic mound.

“Oh my,” I heard her whimper.

Slowly, so as not to startle her, I moved my hand into position over her grip on my cock. She jumped when I touched her, but I grasped her hand and began to move it up and down. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

“It's OK," I whispered back into the darkness. "I'll show you what to do. Like this.”

After a few minutes of slow stroking, I moved my other hand to meet hers inside her panties. Guiding her hand down, our fingers intertwined as they converged on her sex. Pushing one finger in, I **** one of hers to go with me. April emitted a strained moan – confused and excited. Slowly, carefully, we moved our hands together for long minutes in the dark.

“Is this... sex?” she finally asked, her quiet voice sounding loud in the silent room.

“It's... it's part of that. Just the beginning part. Take off your panties; it'll be easier.”

With a little hesitation, April released her grip on me and pulled her hands away from her pussy. She slipped off her panties and put them aside.

“Shirt, too,” I encouraged her.

“Oh,” she said, confused. But she obeyed nonetheless.

“And then keep doing what we were just...?” she asked, slowly moving her hands back into place.

“No, let's do something else,” I said. I moved towards her until my lips found the swell of her breasts. April's mounds were suitable to her slender frame. They were small but rounded. I couldn't see her nipples – all I could really see was the shadow of her outline – but I could feel their hardened tips on my lips. April's noises were of surprise and pleasure with each touch. I feasted on her skin, not stopping at her breasts but worshiping her neck and shoulders and finally meeting her lips with mine, kissing in slow discovery.

At some point, she felt the liberty to return my touch, and her hands explored whatever they could reach. She came back to my cock again and again, fascinated by its shape and feel and uniqueness. In her mind, she had never seen or touched one before.

“I don't know why,” she mumbled into my mouth as we kissed, “but I feel like there's something more I want. Like... like I'm hungry for something. Is there more?”

Wordlessly, I pushed her onto her back and moved my kisses down her body. I lingered on her smooth, tight abdomen, kissing circles around her belly button until she giggled. Then I continued my descent until, with one deep kiss, I was making love to her lower lips. April couldn't restrain a loud cry, which she quickly stifled. Her hips and legs began working frantically to press against me. I pushed my face as hard into her as I could, my nose rubbing against her clit as my tongue worked its way between her lips. Her hands gripped the back of my head and pulled me into her, my hands slipping under her ass as she lifted it up.

“More. More. More,” she chanted. Her squeaks and sighs drove me crazy. I knew I was leading her towards her peak, and with every exhale she cooed her approval. Suddenly, she collapsed onto the bed and tapped the back of my head. “Wait. Wait, hang on,” she instructed. I looked up, my mouth no doubt glistening with her juices. “Something wrong?” I asked.

“Is there something... something else for sex?” she asked. “I feel like... something's about to happen, but I'm still... I still want something else.”

“Ahh, of course,” I replied in understanding. “Lie back and keep your legs open.” She complied as I crawled forward, grabbing her shirt to quickly wipe my lips. April watched in fascination as I approached her with my rod. She flinched and put her hands up to stop me when I lowered my body over hers, even though my arm stopped me from landing on her. Once she saw I was holding myself safely above her, she placed her hands on my chest and looked questioningly into my eyes.

That gave me the opportunity to watch her expression change as I entered her. Having no idea that such a thing was even possible, April's eyes widened in shock, fear, and then happy understanding as my tip made the journey from her outer lips to her inner core. “That's it,” she commented in awe. “That's what's missing. Oh my God! It fits so perfectly! And you... you're actually inside my body?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice in that moment. The warmth of her sacred embrace made my whole being tingle. I was inside her and she was everything to me in that moment. I wanted to recreate April in this image – innocent, joyful, excited, receptive. A cloud passed over my mind as I realized this wasn't really April – it was her body that I was using to create someone else for my own pleasure. Her voice snapped me back into the moment.

“Is this sex?” she asked innocently.

I nodded again.

“How long do we stay like this?”

The breath I had been holding came out in a laugh. “Until we both feel like we've finished,” I answered.

“How will we know when- Ohhh... OH!” I cut her question off with a slow retreat from her depths followed by a firm thrust back in. “Can you do that again?” she whispered. I graciously complied. “This feels so strange and yet so familiar,” she commented. Doubtless the muscle memory from her life before this weekend made it feel like her body knew just what to do. But the persona I had **** on her with the power of the app gave her no categories for understanding it.

I moved slowly, my release not urgent, hers not yet imagined. She had no idea what awaited the completion of our union. We kissed again, and April learned how to move with me while sharing her tongue with my lips. I rolled us on to my back and let her discover how to move her hips in a way that moved her closer to what she was longing for. We spent the better part of that late hour just slowly exploring the beautiful feeling of two naked bodies joined together.

Several times she spoke aloud, mostly to just comment with amazement, “This is sex.” When I was so close I couldn't maintain our slow pace, I rolled her off of me and onto her side. Spooning up behind her, I found her entrance again and pushed forward as she “oofed” and moaned.

April wasn't tiny like Mindy, but she was small enough that I could wrap my arms securely around her and hold her tight. She just reached up and held on to my forearms as they crossed her body. April was now just a receptacle to my rising lust, and it didn't seem to bother her at all. In her ignorance, she didn't know what to say, only that she wanted to say something, so I smiled as my repeated driving into her was met with statements like, “Ohhh, sex me. Sex me more. Keep sexing me.”

Realizing I was close and not wanting to finish before her, I slowed down my thrusts. April tried to push her tight bottom back at me to keep the rhythm going, but I **** my hand between her legs and made her stop. Once my fingers started rubbing around her clit, I had her attention. She turned her face back towards mine and held my gaze. My hand was helping, but not enough, and April whimpered in frustration, gripping my arms tighter. Her eyes silently pleaded with me to figure out what she yet needed.

“Show me what you need me to do,” I whispered. With my command at work (dammit, I had to remember to word things as suggestions or questions!), she immediately readjusted and grabbed my fingers. Forcing them in a particular motion, she let out a **** of pleasure almost immediately.

“I don't know how I knew that would work,” she confessed, yet she continued to control the motions of my hand. Once I seemed to have the idea of what she needed, she let go of may hand and used her now free hand to reach back and squeeze my ass. “Stop,” she ordered. I froze, my cock fully hilted inside her and tense on the precipice of release. “Don't stop that!” she commanded, squeezing her legs together to remind my hand to keep going. I resumed my ministrations, putting all my effort into holding my hips still. I was soon rewarded when April curled forward, pulling her knees towards her chest and softly moaning out her release.

“Oooohhhhhh! Ooooooohhhh yes! Fffffffffffffuuuuck!” she exhaled, ending with a squeak. Her body was a ball of shivering, trembling, tense excitement curled up in my arms and held in place on my cock. Once her pussy had stopped spasming around me, I listened to and felt her breaths, still rapid with excitement. In a shaky voice she asked, “Is that how we finish?”

“Almost,” I grunted, removing my hand from between her legs and wrapping it around her abdomen. Now she was one big toy for me to move up and down on my cock until I finished. “Do you feel like you've finished?” I asked.

“Yes. I think I do,” she answered, her hair shaking as she nodded.

“Well, I don't feel like I've finished,” I told her. “So we're not quite done.” With my arms completely controlling her body, I drove her down onto my cock with the **** of one teetering on the edge of satisfaction. “Oo-o-o-o-o-oh,” April grunted, her voice stuttering as my hips rammed her from behind. Her finger dug into my arms as she held on, trusting that everything I did was a necessary part of sex.

I had been tender with her for a while. We had moved slowly and delicately as she experienced this brand new world. But I had reached the limits of my gentleness. Her body was mine to use in the way that pleased me. The app had given me that power, that right. This body I held in my arms had one purpose, to sustain a pussy that would drain my cock when and how I pleased. Such were the power-drunk thoughts that drove me to the edge. Slaps echoed in the room and perhaps notified some of the other members of my unwitting harem that another one of my girls was filling her appointed role. Perhaps they would be next.

“I - don't - like - this - part - as – much,” April tried to protest, but I was beyond caring. My fifth load of the weekend raced forward. Without a thick ass to cushion my progress, I was able to press in until my entire cock - all the way down to the root - had entered her. I felt pressure at my tip and a grip along my base just as I started to release. April began wiggling in my arms and actually tried to pull away, forcing me to hiss in her ear, “Take it and love it!” Her struggle ceased and I pushed her back down where she belonged – fully impaled as pulse after pulse throbbed inside her.

“Oh wow,” she glowed. “This is my favorite part!”

I tried instinctively to push a little deeper, ever desiring to be further inside my mate. In that moment, she felt like a part of me – an extension of my sexual organ. As my last gift to her oozed from my tip and into her depths, I shifted my arms into a more comfortable position. But I did not let her go, and neither did I remove myself.

“How do people get anything done in this world?” April asked softly.

“What?”

“Why do people do anything other than sex all the time?”

“I have no idea,” I confessed, and we shared a laugh that I felt even in my softening penis, as her walls contracted around our union with each pleasant shake of her body.

I reached up and brushed some hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear before wrapping my arm in symbolic ownership around her again. With my head just behind hers, sharing a pillow, I commanded softly, “Get some more sleep love.” Her body quickly complied, and I felt strong and possessive as I listened to the deep breaths of my mate, secure in my arms. Still connected to her in the most intimate way, I let myself doze off, noticing with a smile the sound of feet shuffling away from the other side of my bedroom door.

End Day 1