A walk home with Joy, and saying hi to her folks.

The rest of the day at school was uneventful. After the intense sex I had with Venessa, my desire for sex plummeted. Not to mention winning the wrestling tournament had left me tired. So, I did everything I usually do, looked over my school notes, finished any random homework I needed, and prepared myself for the walk home. I also realized I needed to hide the artifact. Suppose I was going to keep using this thing. In that case, I need a way to keep the Institute from noticing it a confiscating it. So, I got an old dictionary and began hallowing it out. It may be the oldest trick in the book, but what person will question a student having a dictionary?

I couldn't finish the project, but at least I made it workable that I could easily hide the artifact. Even if I still had to glue the pages together.

So, it was near evening when the sun was beginning to set that I left school. What surprised me was that I found Joy waiting for me at the school's entrance.

"Hi Joy, I didn't expect to see you here," I said. Before I knew it, she stood on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on my cheeks.

"Me neither," she said. "Care to walk me home?"

"Sure thing," I said as we rarely got to do that these days. Girls, after all, have a lot of extra tutoring than the boys, and I guess it made sense as they did the bulk of administrative work.

"You Know I half expected to see you with a fat lip, and black eye."

"Why did you think that was going to happen?"

"Well, nobody has ever seen Venessa that mad anyone. How did you wriggle out of that trouble?"

"Oh, we made a deal," I said, remembering Venessa's fabulous body.

"What kind of deal?"

"Just how to do that wrestling move," I said, putting my arm around Joy's shoulder as we walked. She snuggled up to me, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Aren't you afraid that she will use it on you?"

"That move only works on girls," I said.

"Yeah right," said Joy. "You know you have been awfully touchy lately."

"How so?"

"I don't know, I think of a lot of boys, or girls for that matter who do a lot of physical touch. Like sucking my nipples rubbing against Miss. Fleming. Just seems like it would be a waste of time."

"We were touching when wrestled in the tournament earlier," I said.

"Yeah, but that's sports, we can hardly help it. But it like right now, you put your arm around my shoulder. We used to just walk side by side. Not that I mind it, it just feels, different."

"You know how you helped me reduce the swelling in my penis with my condition yesterday?"

"That was really touchy," she giggled. "What's the deal with that any way, I never got a straight answer."

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"Well, ever since I started having that swelling in my penis, I have had this need to relieve it. I don't know, it feels good, and I just want to keep doing it."

"Feels good? You're joking, right? It seemed that you were in pain," said Joy.

"I mean it kind of felt like holding your breath, that act itself isn't painful, but it after a while holding your breath it become in intolerable," I said.

"If you say so, I was just happy I could help. Even if it was uncomfortable having your penis move in and out of me."

"You were perfect," I said, kissing her head. "I hope you can help me again in the future."

"Sure, good buddy, I will help you whenever you need it. Why? Do you need relief right now?"

"No, I will be fine," I said. I was happy being close to Joy.

"Okay," she said. It was strange. Her willingness to help me felt like it was at odds with what I was requesting of her. She was volunteering to have sex with me as easily as if she was helping an elder cross the street. Though she didn't know it was sex. A part of me said I should tell her everything I had learned in the past couple of days. My discoveries in science, the marvel of reproduction that didn't need a birthing pod. But then again, this was all just hypothesis. There was no proof that sex led to babies. As far as I knew, sex was just a **** prewar bonding ritual from a barbarous age. As unnecessary as cars, airplanes, and television. Who could say? I knew that sex felt good, and I wanted to keep doing it. If Joy volunteered to be my sex partner, who was I to stop her? But then? Why was the Institute regulating the sex drive of everybody? So many questions and it had been such a long day.

By now, the streetlamps had come on. There were even a few fireflies out. We walked past a few other couples out for a nightly stroll. None of the couples were touching, and it seemed a little odd that we were the only ones doing it. But it was pleasant, and nobody seemed to mind. The Henderson's had received their baby from the Institute, and they look positively pleased. It would be a couple years before that child got their own implant. Who knows what kind of discoveries will be learned by the child's age? It wasn't long before we arrived at Joy's home.

"Well looks like we're here," said Joy, disentangling herself from my touch.

"Looks like it," I said.

Joy's home was part of the standard post Institute home, model green. Unlike my own home, it didn't have a second story. But considering neither of Joy's parents took any administrative work home with them as my father, the extra space wasn't really needed. A porch light cast a warm amber glow on us as moths bumped against the bulb. The air was warm. Joy had unbuttoned a few of the top buttons of her school uniform to cool off a bit. I could see the top of the valley between her breasts, and a sudden craving took hold of me.

"Well guess I should head in," she said with a smile. “Goodnight, Cliff.”

"Wait!" I said, grabbing hold of her arm.

“What is it Cliff.”

"Do you want to kiss?"

"Why?"

"I just really want to show you my appreciation for how much of a good friend you have been," I said. It felt like a lame answer, but I wanted to touch her suddenly, just from a single look at a pair of breasts. If sex was common before the war, it's a wonder how men could get anything done.

"I guess that would be fine. You know you're strange for a boy," said Joy stepping up to me.

"I just can't seem to help myself," I said, leaning to kiss her lips. At first, it was a small peck, but I couldn't settle for such a light kiss. I wrapped my arms around Joy, embracing her and pressing my lips deep into hers. Her body tensed in surprise, but once she realized how deep the kiss waw be, she relaxed. Joy's body was pressed against mine as I continued to plant kisses on her lips. Our breath mingled, and soon saliva started to build up. I wanted to taste her. I want to be so close to her I could burst. My tongue began to probe past her lips, but I was stopped at the gates of her teeth.

"What are you doing?" asked Joy with a string of saliva connecting between our lips.

"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" I asked as I gripped her firm bum.

"I don't know, and I just wasn't expecting to have a tongue in my mouth," said Joy, moving a lock of hair out of her eyes.

"Do you mind if I keep doing it? I mean, it feels like just a more complex kiss."

"I guess you're right," shrugged Joy. "Here let me try."

Once again, Joy and I were connected at the mouth. Her tongue slipped in my mouth, but I fully intended to let her past my teeth, unlike joy. Soon our tongues were caressing each other. It was enjoyable in a way that I hadn't expected. My discovery of sex had opened a whole new way of communicating. This form of close psychical affection, while not as strenuous as sex, was still very much exciting. I slowly moved Joy, so she was pressed up against the wall. I wanted to touch her all over. Form her hips, to her breasts, to her bottom, and her legs. I even lifted her leg so I could rub her thigh. Joy wrapped her leg around my own to accommodate me and keep her leg from tiring out. All the while, our tongues danced as we held and caressed each other. It felt like the next move was lower my pants and her panties and begin the fabulous "fucking," that seemed to have taken over my life. But as my hand kept under Joy's skirt, the front door of Joy's home opened.

"I thought it was you two," said Ellen Baker, Joy's mother, the warm light of the home's interior putting a spotlight on us. "What are you to doing out here?"

"Cliff just showing me some advanced kissing is all," said Joy wiping her mouth of our saliva.

"Oh, don't tell me she has got you roped into that as well," said Ellen with a big smile. "She has been trying to do that with everyone in thee house."

"I learned it from him Mom," said Joy adjusting her clothes.

"You kid and your fads, something crazier with each year, where are my manners, come in, come in," said Ellen with a wave. Joy gave me a smile, brought me inside. Johnathon Baker, Joy's father, was in the living room sipping a beer while listening to the nightly radio broadcasts. Ellen brought us into the kitchen, where an open counter had an open space to the living room. Ellen had been doing some dishes, and she returned to the task by putting on pair of bright yellow rubber gloves and an apron.

"Hiya sunshine, Hiya Cliff," said Johnathon with a wave of his hand. He seemed preoccupied with a swirling portrait of color.

"What do you have their daddy?" asked Joy as she placed her school bag on the hook by the door.

"Prewar optical illusion, the call it a magic eye poster. Apparently if you look at it in certain way an image will appear, I haven't cracked it yet."

"He has been at it all night," said Ellen. "Looks a little silly to me, but a man must have some hobbies. Otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble they will get into. Speaking of, Cliff, do you want anything to drink," the question caught me off guard as I was currently grasping Joy's bottom.

"What? Oh, nothing for me, thank you," I said, trying to figure out a natural way of dragging Joy away and getting inside her tight vagina.

"Apparently Cliff has been the one showing Joy the kissing fad," said Ellen.

"That's great honey," said Johnathon.

"Joy, speaking of which, I was wondering if maybe you could help relieve some of the pressure building up," I said as I unbuttoned my pants.

"Has your penis started swelling again? I guess I can help you out really quickly," said Joy, pulling her underwear down.

"What's going on now," asked Ellen as she dried a glass off.

"Oh, Cliff, has a medical condition in his penis. He needs to insert it into someplace warm like a vagina to reduce the swelling," said Joy leaning over the counter and lifting her skirt, presenting her bum to me.

"Is it life threatening?" asked Johnathon over his shoulder.

"No, sir, but it's really uncomfortable if I don't take care of it," I said, taking my pants and underwear completely off.

"Well, if it's not life threatening then I'm afraid it's going to have to wait," said Ellen.

"I don't think it can," I said in agitation.

"I'm afraid so, Joy's sister has been struggling with her homework all night, and I'm afraid Joy has to go help her," said Ellen.

"I'm sorry, Cliff," said Joy sitting up off the counter. "If any vagina will do then maybe mom can help you out."

The idea stunned me. I was so focused on Joy that I completely forgot about Ellen. But now that I considered it, Ellen was a knockout. Her blue housedress with flower motif clung to her body and emphasized her full breasts and an hourglass figure that suddenly made me weak in the knees. As I looked her off, I felt my penis twitch in excitement.

"How about it, Mom? Up for helping Cliff out," asked Joy.

"I don't know honey, sounds like one of those new age cures to me?" asked the skeptical mother.

"I helped him relieve the swelling yesterday, I can definitely say it works," said Joy. "Come on Mom, look at him, look how agitated he looks."

"Please Mrs. Baker," I pleaded. "I would have done it with Joy on the walk home, but this thing has a mind of its own."

Ellen sighed and put the glass she was drying down before turning her attention to me.

"I suppose I will help the boy out. I swear the male gender gets so fussy and temperamental with each passing year."

"Where would we be without you gals," said Johnathon, his attention squarely on the magic eye poster.

"Thank you, Mom," said Joy, heading to her sister's room.

"Thank you, Mrs. Baker," I said, standing in the kitchen with Joy's mother while Joy's father was preoccupied.

"So young man, how does this work?" said Ellen taking off her apron and yellow gloves.

"Well for starters you can lean over the countertop," I said, rubbing the shaft of my penis for some extra stimulation.

"I saw that Joy had removed her underwear, should I do the same," asked Ellen.

"Yes, that will be a big help Mrs. Baker," I said, my pulse quickening in my neck. Ellen lifted her blue skirt and hooked a pair of floral-patterned underwear with her thumbs. Ellen quickly pulled the garment down before stepping out of it one leg at a time. Ellen Baker had terrific legs, with well-toned calves and inviting thighs. Once the garment was off, she placed it on the countertop before leaning over herself.

"Will this do, Cliff," she asked with a turn of her head.

"Yes Ma'am, could you raise your skirt, so it rests around your waist?"

"Like this?" said Ellen bunching her skirt around her hips. Her bottom was plump, and I wanted to slap it. I wanted to slap it hard to send a ripple through the soft flesh. But seeing as Ellen was doing me a favor, it would be rude to do something like that. But the compulsion was there. It didn't help that her high heels seemed to raise her hips like she was presenting herself to me. Which she was, I guess now that I think about it. I followed the curves of her bum that guided to the tuft of pubic hair that framed her vagina. A dark brown patch that thinly veiled her vaginal lips.

"Will this take long? I have dinner to get ready," said Ellen looking over her shoulder.

"I will be as fast as possible," I said, stepping up her bottom and placing my hands on her rump. As is suspected, the extra fat on her tush had a pleasant give that reminded me somewhat of thick dough. My penis bumped against her bottom as if it knew where it wanted to go. With a bit of exploration, I found the slit with my fingers, and I was able to find the opening passage of her vagina. With a probing finger, I could get inside the slick warmth of her vagina.

"What a peculiar feeling, I expected it would be more difficult to fit your penis inside me," said Ellen.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Baker, but that's just my finger. I needed to check to see if you were ready," I replied.

"Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be," she said with a shake of her bottom. "Just put it in and do what you need to do."

No arguing with that. I pulled my finger and examined the digit. Sure enough, it was slick with Ellen's vaginal juice. I gave it a quick smell, found it pleasing, and then sucked it in my mouth. I can't explain why I did this, probably curiosity more than anything else. I then lined up my penis to her passage and began pushing the head of my shaft against her. There was a little give as the head tried to burrow inside her warmth, but the passage seemed too narrow. With a tap of my foot inside her calf, I signaled her to spread her legs out.

She took the hint and spread her stance, and that seemed to open Ellen up enough to begin my inward penetration.

I let out a groan of relief as I borrowed inside her, arching over her as I pushed fully inside her. Ellen grunted in discomfort as she fully enveloped my penis. I couldn't help myself as I pushed her into the cabinet to get as much of myself inside her as I could.

"I was not expecting this, Johnathon you won't believe this, he was able to get the whole thing inside me," she said with astonishment gripping the far side of the cabinet. Her back arched as she tried to accommodate my penis inside of her.

"That's great, honey," said her husband moving the magic poster around. What a fool he was, here I was, testicles deep in his wife, and he was playing with some silly poster. It gave me a surge of pride that I was the first to do this to such worldly women, and I might be the only one to ever do this.

"Alright, Cliff, when does the swelling subside?" Ellen asked, looking over her shoulder. A bead of sweat was rolling off the side of her face and down her neck.

"The only way to release the pressure is to thrust in and out of you like a piston. So, I guess the question is, do you want it to be comfortable, or do you want me to be fast?" I asked.

"Well seeing as I have a list of chores that need doing, I would like you to finish up as quickly as possible," before she could even finish, I had begun moving. I gave her the option, but she apparently was okay with just being used. So that's what I planned to do. I planned to use Joy's mother for my own satisfaction while Ellen's husband ignored the whole thing.

There was barely any time for Ellen to get a handle on the situation as I slammed myself into her at a startling speed. The act was so exhilaratingly aggressive that I grunted and panted through my teeth. Some of my sex with other women could be gentle and very affectionate, except for Venessa. But Ellen had offered herself, barely considering what she was accepting. Ellen should be ashamed of herself, I thought. I offered her the respectful option, but she didn't take it. So, I might as well make the most of it. For starters, I wanted to get this dress out of the way.

As I rammed into Mrs. Baker with reckless abandon, I had collapsed on top of her. My hand reached around her front and began mauling her breasts. She could barely get a question out as I continued my relentless thrusts that elicited gasps and startled grunts. Once I found the buttons on her shirt, I pulled the garment apart, popping buttons off and tearing fabric.

"Hey! My dress!" said Ellen as I began to do the same thing to her bra. I ripped the garment apart with savage, sexually charged strength, releasing her large breasts falling onto the countertop. "{first_name], what are you doing?"

"You said you wanted me to be fast," I said as I resumed my relentless thrusts. "I gave you the option and you chose to be used like a slut."

"A what?"

"A slut, a woman whose only job is to get the pressure out of my body and accept my juice into her own," I said, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up to look in my eye. For a moment, I stopped my aggressive penetration.

"I didn't know what that entailed," she said.

"Alright then, I will ask the question again. Do you, Mrs. Ellen Baker, want me to be comfortable during this activity, or do you want to go fast?" I said through my panting. With that question, I felt a sudden tightening in Ellen's vagina.

"Is everything alright dear," asked Johnathon from the living room.

"Everything is fine, dear," she said before looking back at me. "I didn't expect you to act like this, like an animal. You have always been so polite to me before. I never expected you to be this aggressive," I gave her a quick thrust into her vagina as it clenched on me again.

"Is that a problem?

"I just didn't expect it. I mean, I am usually in control of every aspect of my family's affairs. To be used so roughly, just hanging on, as you use me. It's…exhilarating."

"So, I guess I should repeat the question. Do you want to be comfortable where I don't tear at your clothes and treat you with the same polite and gentle respect? Or fast, and you will endure whatever throw at you so I can reduce the swelling in my penis that has lodged in your body," I asked.

"Fast," she said after a moment.

"You're really helping me out, Mrs. Baker. I really appreciate it," I then pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her. Now all bets were off. I resumed aggressive thrusting into Joy's mother with reckless abandon. I was squeezing her breasts and bottom like my life depended on it. If anything, it seemed the rougher I was, Ellen, the tighter her vagina clamped down on my penis. Since Ellen was willing to be so accommodating, I decided to indulge in my previous desire and slapped Ellen on the bottom. The slap cracked through the kitchen. Ellen let out a yelp, and her vaginal muscles clenched so tight it was like I was in a vice. I slapped her repeatedly, and with each strike, Ellen quivered and moaned and yelped. Her legs were shaking, and her bottom became bright red. Sweat was rolling down my neck with the exertion, and I had to take my shirt off, leaving me naked. Looking down at Ellen, realized it wasn't fair to leave her in her torn dress. So, I pulled her up, pulled myself out of her now dripping vagina, and had her face me.

"It's still hard," she panted, looking down at my throbbing red penis. Her breasts hung out of her torn dress, and the cups of her bra hung by her arms.

"You're right," I said, grabbing the remnants of her dress and tearing the garment off her body. She yelped as the cloth was torn up and fell around her feet. Her bra was the last garment to be tossed aside, leaving Mrs. Baker in only her high heels. Her body was dripping with sweat red finger marks covered her arms, bum, and breast. She would probably have bruises tomorrow.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Lay down on the linoleum floor, on your back," I have to say I was getting a kick of bossing around this older woman, and Ellen seemed to get a kick of being ordered around. She quickly lay on the floor and spread her legs out as wide as possible. Quick learner, I thought. I fell upon her and inserted myself inside her once again. Her vagina had was so tight that it took some **** to squeeze in. But once I was in, I was in the back to thrusting and grunting like an animal. I licked up the sweat on her neck, face, and breasts like an animal. I sucked on her nipples while gripping her shoulders for more forceful thrusts. All the while, Ellen grunted and panted in my ear.

My tongue found its way into her mouth. Like Joy from earlier, our tongues danced and played as our mouths slobbered all over each other. After a while could feel the tell, tell tingle of cum ready to release from my body. I quickened my pace, and Joy, sensing something was about to happen, gripped me with all her might. I could feel her nails digging into my back, and the physical relentlessness of the act had my toes curling frantically thrust away.

Then I started cummings, and I felt **** to bottom out and let out a loud groan. I shook atop of me. Ellen, her breasts quivering, her hair a mess, yet she looked like Venessa when she was about to have her sexual contraction. So instead of halting and climbing off Ellen. I began thrusting again. I thrust away, her fingers dug into my back, and all the muscles in her neck tensed at once. Ellen let out a surprised cry as her sexual contraction took hold of her. She hugged me tightly, her breasts mashing into my chest while my face buried itself in her neck.

"You did such a good job, Ellen," I whispered. "You were a perfect slut." I said, kissing her face. She, in turn, started planting kisses all over my face and neck, her arms holding me tight.

"I never felt like that before," she said between kisses. "Everything we just did was so intense. I feel like I'm dreaming."

"It's something that can happens to women when I relieve myself with them," I said.

"Honey!" shouted Johnathon as he stepped into the kitchen.

I know I thought, I am in serious trouble.

"I figured out how the illusion works. You see all you have do is cross your eyes, an let the image come into focus. It's a house!" said Ellen's Husband trying to show his wife the poster.

"That's great honey," Ellen said with a laugh.

"Say, why are you naked?" asked Johnathon.

"It was the fastest way to help Cliff 's condition," she said, smiling while biting her lip at me.

I stood up, and my limp penis slipped out of Ellen's now relaxed vagina. Both our genitals were slick with sexual fluids and sweat. I helped Ellen to her feet, her legs were shaking, and she had to use her husband to keep her balance.

"Sorry I tore up your dress, Mrs. Baker," I said, looking at the pile of torn clothes at our feet.

"It's quite all right Cliff, blue was out of season anyway. You know sweety, once Joy finishes helping her sister with her homework, I think we should go to the public cafeteria, I don't think I can stand long enough to cook."

"This day keeps getting better and better," said Johnathon.

"I guess I should be going," I retrieved my school uniform and dressed. "Thanks for the help, Mrs. Baker.

"Your most welcome, and anytime you need fast relief and you're in the neighborhood, feel free, to swing by, just give me time to take my dress off. I don't want to spend all cloth rations on new dresses."