Courtney was a virgin at twenty.

At least, that's what she continued to tell herself. She'd not done "the deed", but had a wide range of encounters; mainly in the back seats of cars and a couple of times in her upstairs bedroom (once in the back of a Lexus with an older, married man who had not armed himself suitably with a condom, or Courtney's ability to make this statement would not have been possible).

Another time, she'd tried to fellate a boy's penis; the combination of her shyness (plus her mother pulling into the driveway fifteen minutes early) brought that episode to a close. Another time, she'd taken off her top at a boy's insistence; had felt his tongue on her nipples as well as having both breasts suitably massaged for an extended period - just in time to be interrupted by her older brother, looking for his portable CD player.

This time would be different. She knew it.

She'd met a man through an internet dating service. He was a bit older than she, but when she read his profile and saw his picture, she loved his strong shoulders, kind eyes, and ready smile. She knew that while a fifteen-year age difference (he was 35) could be difficult, he would likely have more sophistication (and patience) for her.

Always considered "too smart" for boys her own age, and more on the plain side than not, Courtney was actually a pretty girl - she didn't wear makeup; kept her hair short, and was possessed of a size-12 body with definite curves. She ran and worked out to stay reasonably fit, and was always concerned about the size of her "booty" (as she called it). In fact, her hips were round and well formed; her waist was pronounced, giving her a Jennifer Lopez-like look below it, and her chest (while always the source of embarrassment earlier in life), had grown in the past three years to a size irritatingly just larger than "D". This meant that while she could fit in a double-C, the straps were usually too tight - a "D" would fit, if she had them custom-made (which cost a fortune). Most of the time, she wore sport-bras and casual clothing. More-formal events were a nightmare of either popped buttons and `gaposis', or the expense of handmade dresses that would fit.

She also filled out a halter-top rather nicely.

All this was going through her head as she drove to meet her new - lover? - in a town nearby. He'd asked her to come and spend the weekend. She had been apprehensive about the event, especially as she was a technical virgin (even though, as she'd mentally reviewed it, she'd done everything-else-but-the-act) - but she knew that if nothing else, it was time. Perhaps it should be more special - but this was the time, and he was the one.

She shifted in the car seat.

"Dammit", she thought. "Not again."

Courtney was ripe. She knew this; she had known this for several years now. Just the thought of sex (and she thought about it a lot; more so than she wanted to) made her lubricate copiously. She felt her labia swell, and her clit become sensitive; then she felt the juices seep between her swollen lips, gradually soaking her cotton panties with love-honey.

"Try to think of something else," she thought. "Quadratic equasions. That ought to do it. Algebra." She tried solving something in her head. The swelling eased a bit, but her clit felt like a live insect, buzzing gently between her legs. Her hips moved gently against the seat.

"Oh, hell," she thought, and put her hand between her legs, gently massaging herself. She thought about what her new - lover? - would feel like, inside her, thrusting, moving..

She cried out, moving against her hand. Good thing this part of the road was rural and the road was straight. The orgasm peaked, then subsided, leaving a warm glow - and a sopping wet pair of panties, rapidly soaking her jeans-crotch with a telltale wet spot.

"Two more hours to go," she thought. "I'll be dry by then -just a bit slimy. Ick," she thought, pulling her hand back and putting it on the wheel.

As a girl, she'd been embarrassed by her rapid and seemingly-ubiquitous ability to lubricate. Sitting in class, daydreaming about anything at all - and she'd become wet, soaking the back of her skirt. In gym-class, feeling her shorts ride up a bit between her legs - and she'd be rewarded with thick, swollen labia.

After a stop at a fast-food place for some road-food, she was on her way again. Courtney was starved. She'd always had a healthy appetite; today was no exception.

Closer now. She was close to the hotel where he was staying on business; it was closer than his home, and probably best for a first encounter; a mutual agreement.

"What if he's married?," she thought, again, out loud.

"Doesn't matter - probably safer," she said again. "I've never been a mistress. Hell, I've never been anything," she thought. "Never been out of my small town, and other than college, never done anything. It's time," she said again.

She pulled into the parking-garage of the hotel. "This is a big place," she thought, as she found a parking stall and shut off her engine. Three hours had taken their toll on her nerves, as well as her body; she was a little stiff, and needed a walk.

She opened her trunk and pulled out her overnight bag.

"I'll be using this tonight, in his room," she thought, as she closed the trunk. A shiver of excitement, tempered with a little fear, coursed through her. "Time to go," she said to herself, as she walked to the elevators that lead to the lobby.

In the lobby, she found a courtesy phone. This is what he'd told her to do, and call the front desk; they'd connect her to his room, and he'd come down for her.

"Jim?," she said, when a male voice answered. "It's Courtney."

"I'll be right down," the man replied.

Jim was a 35-year-old engineer who traveled on business. It was not like him to advertise for a girlfriend, but many of his friends were doing it, and he thought this would be a good means to meet a woman with some similar interests. He straightened his jacket as he left the elevator. He was a bit apprehensive about her age, but she seemed mature enough - and he's really liked her picture..

"Jim?", said Courtney, apprehensively. She was standing against the wall, looking altogether vulnerable and painfully young.

"Yes?," he replied, looking at her. She was blushing. They hugged, strongly.

He led her to the elevators. They made small-talk as they rose to the 11th floor where his room was located.

Opening the door, he was the perfect gentleman. She walked in first, and he followed.

"Put your things anywhere, Courtney. I've got something for us.", he said, walking to the small desk in the room where a small bucket, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses were sitting.

Jim popped the cork and poured her a glass. "You're probably exhausted from the drive," he said. Courtney was still blushing, feeling the effects of the drive, the new surroundings, meeting this man, and being all-too-aware of her sexuality.

Courtney took the glass, and looked down. She was nervous.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said, blushing involuntarily. Courtney didn't like to blush. She thought it was childish. What she didn't know was the effect her obvious virginity was having on Jim.

He drank a little champagne, and walked to the day-couch near the floor-to-ceiling window. "Come here," he said, motioning to his lap.

Courtney walked over and sat on his lap. "This is good," she said, trying to convince herself that she was comfortable.

He held her, having put his glass on the side-table. She was warm to him - almost feverish. She squirmed a little.

Courtney drained her glass, and thought, "In just a bit, I'm going to be in bed with him." A shiver, half excitement and half fear, went through her.

"Are you cold?", Jim asked, looking up at her.

"No.", replied Courtney. She was frightfully shy, and now everything in her was outside of her comfort zone.

"We don't have to do anything now," he said. "Just sit. Talk to me."

Feeling the reprieve, Courtney visibly relaxed a bit. Jim let his hand move up her back, then down again, gently rubbing her.

"That feels good," Courtney said. She squirmed again. She was getting wet. "I may not be ready," thought Courtney, "But my body is."

She turned, and kissed him.

Their tongues met, and danced. She half-turned to face him, and one of her large breasts brushed his face.

Jim responded by pausing to unbutton her blouse. He reached around, and undid her bra, freeing Courtney's breasts to spill out; large nipples at face level.

Jim started by sucking first one, then the other, lashing the nipples with his tongue and gently running them through his teeth. Courtney was flushed; she made little mewing noises as he did this. His free hand massaged one breast while his mouth worked the other.

Courtney pulled back and peeled off her shirt. Topless now, she straddled him. She wanted this.

Jim put both hand on her breasts, and held her at arm's length. "Stand up," he said.

Courtney stood. Jim's hands went from her breasts to her waist, then around her. He kissed her, fully, then slid down to his knees and began to unbutton her jeans. As he unzipped her, the damp musk of her arousal hit him in the face, and he eagerly slid her jeans and panties from around her ample hips and toward the floor.

A thick string of lubricant followed her panties, and he saw that she was soaking wet; the short hair around her labia were matted, and her panties were slimy-wet with mucous.

Jim looked up at her. "How long have you been like this?", he said.

"A while.", said Courtney, looking embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "If you're ever like this, tell me. I'll take care of you." Jim stood, and took her hand, leading her to the bed..

What followed was almost forty minutes of Jim's very talented tongue, licking Courtney's swollen labia, then her clit, lashing it; licking it; sucking it - until, after five orgasms, Courtney was satisfied. She had never known that it could be like this. He enjoyed it. What had disgusted her as a girl, she now knew was the object of extreme satisfaction for - the man in her life? How did she view Jim? God, it doesn't matter...

Courtney lay there, flushed; sweating; her legs spread wide and her now-puffy-and-tender labia exposed to her new lover. Jim was removing his clothing as quickly as possible; with each layer, Courtney became more aroused again.

Jim's penis was huge to her - almost 8" long. What she couldn't get over was how big around it was! She wondered if it would hurt..

There wasn't much time to consider this. Courtney kept her legs apart, and reached up for him as he mounted her, wanting to hold the man who was the object of her pleasure - she loved the way he felt as he slid himself on top of her; how her nipples reacted to the hair on his chest..

She gasped, as his thick penis probed her labia, then entered her effortlessly. Courtney was tight; she felt him open her and move deeper, gently, then more urgently as he filled her.

She moved her hips involuntarily. "That's right, hon," said Jim. "Buck for me."

Twenty minutes later, Courtney was again sore and satisfied. It was, on balance, what she'd hoped it would be. Toward the end, she'd become bold enough to wrap her young legs around him and dig her heels into his backside, thrashing wildly and half-gasping, half-moaning as he thrust into her.

Jim pulled out of her, gently, still very hard and erect.

"Want to go down on me?", he said, his face still flushed.

Courtney was nervous all over again. "It won't take long, hon," he said. "I'm ready." She was feeling better than she'd ever felt in her life; renewed, a bit tired (like after a long workout); and almost-invincible.

"Why not?", she thought, "I can do this now." Another shiver went through her. She was about to finally do something she'd thought about for years..

Courtney slid off the bed, and on to her knees in front of Jim.

Looking up, she saw his penis - thick, and glistening with her own juice. Jim didn't wait. He put his hand behind her head, and with the other he guided his penis to her lips.

Courtney opened her mouth, eagerly. Wrapping her lips and mouth around his organ proved a little challenging, but not impossible. She began to move her head, slowly.

She tasted herself - salty and musky - on Jim's hard and pulsing organ. Her juice rapidly mixed with her own saliva, and a little string of liquid formed, then drained, from her lower lip.

Jim was moaning now; breathing raggedly as Courtney moved, still slowly. Jim responded by moving his hips, thrusting into Courtney's mouth, faster now. His swollen head was in the back of her mouth now, pushing up on her soft palate; urging her to take him deeper.

Courtney tasted his precum, and realized that she wasn't moving any longer. Jim was holding the back of her head, and thrusting into her mouth. She had no experience with oral sex, and didn't know that it was fairly easy to accommodate even a large penis if she didn't fight.

Courtney fought.

She began to choke, then panic. She tried to push him away, having grasped his bare thighs before taking his penis in her mouth; this caused him to grasp the back of her head and thrust harder.

Courtney gagged. Her tongue seemed to press down below her lower teeth, forcing her throat open. Jim's by-now-huge member found the opening and filled it with a throbbing, swollen head, which began to buck and spew thick, creamy fluid.

The tasted sickened her. Courtney's stomach felt - what was the word? Different? Heavy? Yes - different. Unusual. Funny feeling in her stomach. Funny taste in her mouth. Sick taste.

Courtney gagged again, and a torrent of thick, chunky vomit flooded her mouth - the mouth that, an hour before, had never had anything in it other than lunch; the mouth that gave her grandpa a peck on the cheek after church on Sunday.

Vomit spewed from the corners of Courtney's mouth, spraying Jim's thighs and crotch with heavy, reeking liquid. The taste of Jim's essence was too much for her - she'd had no experience at all with this, and had never tasted a man's fluid - let alone had any experience throating an 8" organ.

Jim pulled back, and Courtney's stomach - indeed, her whole body - heaved again, this time filling her throat and mouth, and spewing upchuck in a fountain at Jim's feet. Courtney was healthy and athletic, and her body did its job, retching her stomach's contents as far as it could. The gout landed at Jim's feet; he backed up in some horror, still fascinated by Courtney' bodily reaction.

Courtney, to this point, hadn't time to think about what her body was doing.

The second time she retched, Courtney thought, "God! I didn't think - I didn't know - oh, God! I'm so SICK!" She watched, horrified, as the saffron-colored liquid, with recognizable chunks of bun, burger, and other things fountained from her mouth in a frothy torrent; small droplets of upchuck spewing from the corners of her mouth; the main gout hitting the carpet; moving; foaming, yielding gradually to form a lake of reeking vomit as the fountain from her mouth forced that which had already been - vomited? - to the side, making room for what her stomach was rejecting.

Vomit.

The thought of the word made her even sicker. When she was a few years younger, her period cramped her so badly that she spent many early-mornings (why was it always after a big breakfast?) in the bathroom, on her knees, her tender, swollen breasts grazing the edge of the porcelain rim as she put her head as far in the toilet as she could to prevent her brother from hearing her vomit; finishing; she would weakly stand, hitting the handle quickly to get rid of the contents of her stomach, now rejected and disgusting; eddies of effluvia with chunks of food floating in the scummy water..

The fountain of vomit from Courtney's mouth tapered as these thoughts flooded her mind - flooded her mind like vomit. They made her sick. She WAS sick.

As the torrent of liquid tapered off from her mouth, gobbets of `chuck fell on to her large breasts, draining into her cleavage. She couldn't see them, but her mind and imagination pictured it: Yellow vomit, splattered on her breasts; running now between them, toward her navel..

Courtney retched again, renewing the stream. Why had she eaten so much at lunch? This was different now; mostly liquid; the `chuck was a deep yellow, and the taste was foul - she'd never vomited like this in her life; where everything came up at once and she couldn't stop it - almost like her whole body was trying to purge itself of Jim's organ - his taste, his seed, his persona.

Courtney continued to kneel upright while this was going on; she wanted some dignity, and didn't want to be naked, on all fours while she vomited. She knew that all of this was only taking a few seconds, but it seemed like eternity; a naked man in front of her, watching her disgorge the entire contents of her stomach after attempting (?) to fellate his penis.

The second gout of vomit spewed from Courtney's mouth; she felt her stomach contract, then begin to ease; the torrent began to taper a bit, then fell away entirely as her stomach settled.

Courtney gasped. Her lungs filled with fetid air, and were grateful. She heaved again at the smell, but only a little bile filled her mouth and drained again from her lower lip, hitting the front side of her left breast. Her chin was covered with clots of puke, and her eyes, when they focused again, saw a lake of vomit. Her vomit.

She'd produced that. All of it. The foam, the gradually-moving lake of thick, reeking, clinging liquid - the splatter pattern of clotted food; the chunks of dark yellow puke on her chest - all of it.

She took another breath. "Can you get me a Kleenex?" she said. Courtney was almost startled at her own voice. "I'd like to clean up now," she said, with as much dignity as she could muster.

Jim reached down, and helped her up. "We'll need another room," he said. "Here." He handed Courtney a Kleenex, which she used to blow her nose.

"Can I take a shower?", she said, looking at him for the first time since she got on her knees.

"I"ll help you," he said.

"I'm all right," Courtney replied, turning to walk to the bathroom.

Jim opened the doors to the suite; fresh air was becoming a priority. Getting this cleaned up was the province of those who worked in the hotel. Meanwhile, he realized that this one - this rather dignified, very sexy and very sexual being - this - woman? - who wasn't afraid to be who she was, even if it meant vomiting in front of him - this one might just be a "keeper"...