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This story was written for Serling as part of my themed patreon request day for April. The day's theme was "First Times" and this story contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

Eagerness in Abundance

Cynthia had seen a lot of guys react in a lot of different ways to sex. Some treated it like a handshake, every bit as casual and regularly handed out too. Others treated it like a ritual, something she had to admit she found a little creepy at times, like they were planning to do more than just fuck her. Others still acted like sex was something dirty and shameful, apologetic and thoroughly as though they weren't enjoying themselves throughout. And then... then there were the newbies. Cynthia got a lot of them. She had something of a reputation in that regard, amongst her fellow prostitutes that was.

If someone seemed particularly green and new, for a small finders fee another lady could send that person her way rather than have to deal with the expectations and frustrations of a first timer turning to prostitution for their fix.

Many of her first time clients were older men. Forties, even fifties sometimes. People who in their prime had simply failed for whatever reason to begin dating, and after years and years of waiting had simply grown tired of being the only self confessed virgin in their friend group. But sometimes, like today, they were younger. With much of their life still ahead of them, but choosing for whatever reason to place themselves in her care for an hour or two. Sometimes they were nervous. Occasionally they were arrogant enough to get themselves kicked out onto the street, money flying through the air above them and pants around their ankles. And occasionally... well, occasionally they were like Joseph.

"So I heard that if you hit a woman's g-spot she'll squirt. Can you explain to me where that comes from? Like is it vaginal lubricant or is it from the bladder? I've watched videos and it looked like it came from the... uh, gosh I don't even know what you call it on a lady. Your uh, piss-slit? God, that sounds so childish, there has to be a better name for it than that. Then again I guess when it comes to sex everything can sound a bit goofy if you aren't used to it. But yeah, squirting. I'd like to make you do that if that's okay, I don't mind paying extra. Do you charge extra for things like that? Do you have a list? Oh man it'd be great if I could see a list of all the things we could do together. It's not like I'm gonna make an itinerary of it but it'd be great to know what my options were."

The mouse's head span as she watched the otter pacing back and forth, the nineteen year old... she'd checked his ID twice to be sure... watching her removing her clothes as he talked and moved but still not taking off his own. He was high energy to say the least, but there were much worse things for a first timer to be than eager.

"Hey, sweetie? Why don't you come sit down on the bed with me. Take off your clothes. And while you do, I'll tell you about... well, that."

She patted the bed beside her, and couldn't help but squeal with laughter when all of a sudden the otter took a running leap at the bed, landing on it with force enough to bounce her several inches into the air. By the time she turned around there were clothes flying through the air, and Cynthia swore that the otter was naked before the first garment he had removed hit the floor close by. He lay on his stomach, now resting behind her with his head propped up on his hands, eyes wide and curious as ever like someone about to be read a bedtime story. His legs kicked out into the air, his tail twitched back and forth at its tip, and his sudden complete silence indicated that he was indeed waiting for Cynthia to deliver on her promised explanation.

"So, the answer is... both, kinda. A woman can produce larger amounts of vaginal lubricant, this can be thicker and creamier for some ladies, almost like a man's cum. But, it doesn't tend to squirt, at least not in the way I think you're suggesting. That liquid does indeed come from the same hole that we use to urinate. However, while there can be urine in there, and while some women can have bladder issues that cause them to lose bladder control as they cum, the orgasmic ejaculation isn't necessarily urine based."

Joseph opened his mouth, ready to ask another question, but he fell silent when the mouse scooted up onto her knees and turned to face him, now entirely naked.

He gulped audibly, and she giggled. Now that was more like the reaction she expected.

A few seconds later though...

"So can we start? I know sometimes it's like traditional or whatever to start with a blowjob but I kinda don't like the idea of getting more horny before I have sex for the first time. I'm worried I won't last long enough and while I know that my first time might mean I can't give you an orgasm during sex I would at least like it to last long enough to give me a chance, so unless you think there's time for me to get a blowjob cum from that and then fuck you then I think we should probably just skip to the fucking. Oh! Unless you want me to eat you out first. I obviously haven't done it before but I'd love to try if that's allo-ooohohhhhh!"

He was still talking as Cynthia rolled him over. Still talking as the mouse straddled him. He fell silent however, or at least his words turned to a loud and frantic cry, as she grabbed his cock, tilted it at the appropriate angle and slid down onto him, stealing away the talkative otter's virginity in a split-second before he could drive her crazy with any more questions.

"Oh. T-that feels... very nice..."

The otter's eyes were wide. His hands rested by his sides for a moment or two, them slowly, carefully began to rise towards the mouse's sides. She smiled, reached out, and moved them to her hips with a welcoming nod.

"Less questions. More action. If we have time at the end I'll gladly give you a crash course, but for now, how about you just try f-...aa-ahh... oh... god..."

He thrust upward, and Cynthia's own attempts at conversation were broken by a strained moan as purely by chance the angle and smooth length of his cock hit just the right spot inside her.

Then he thrust again, using the grasp on her hips to move the mouse's body upon his. Again her eyes bulged, and a strangled squeak escaped her lips.

"Oh fuck!"

He bounced her again. And again and again, three times more after that in rapid succession.

"Is this how you do it? You'll tell me if I'm doing it bad, right? And please don't feel like you have to make moaning sounds just for my benefit I'd rather do it right and take some pointers than think I'm doing great when actually there's lots of room to improve."

His voice was a little ragged as he spoke, breathless with the exertion of having sex for the first time, but overall he was actually holding up extremely well. Far more so than Cynthia, who was barely holding onto her sanity as she tried to figure out just how the hell this otter was so fucking good. She couldn't see or feel him doing anything out of the ordinary, but every thrust without fail was striking at sweet spots both known and unexplored. He wasn't just doing a good job for a first timer. He was blowing her mind.

"Oh gosh that feels really good the way you're squeezing around me, and I hope you don't mind me saying that you're getting wetter a lot faster than I imagined. It sounds so sexy. So do your moans, even if they are put on. I..."

That was the last thing Cynthia heard before the only sound to reach her flushed pink ears became her own squeaking wails of pleasure. She began to cum, hard, and grunted in humiliation as she felt herself throwing her body forward and wrapping her arms tight around the otter, clutching at him in joy and for sheer support as she doused his crotch with several potent jets of orgasmic ejaculate.

By the time her first orgasm was done a second was upon her. Then a third in the wake of that one.

The mouse didn't know how many times she'd cum, how much time had passed, before she felt the hot flood of Joseph's own cum rushing into her. The otter's own orgasm seemed to fly by though, and the next coherent memory that Cynthia possessed was her shuddering her way through one last orgasm, looking down, blushing and whimpering, as the male's grinning face emerged glistening and dripping with her juices from between her legs.

"So do you think I did a good job? I kinda think that I did better than I thought I would because I made you cum. I know that some women find cumming easier than others though so I hope you'll be honest with me and tell me how I did. You can use a ten point scale or if you have a system of your own that's fine too, but really I just want some pointers on how to..."

"Joseph?"

The otter fell silent as soon as Cynthia spoke, her voice weak, trembling, barely able to draw breath she was so exhausted.

"I... u-um... I want to... take a quick nap. But, I don't want you to feel like you have to leave. I know you only paid for an hour, but..."

She glanced at the hotel room's bedside table, a small, low quality digital alarm clock resting upon its surface. It had been 8pm when they'd arrived. It was almost midnight.

"...I think we can forget about that. Just... come here. Cuddle me. Hold me. A-and... let's just sleep. Rest. When we wake up, I'll answer all your questions. I promise. A-and... maybe, in return for... a-another round or two..."

The mouse shuddered, unable to believe what she was about to ask of this hyper-talkative, hyper talented young man.

"...you can offer me some pointers in return."

By Jeeves

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