He tried. He honestly did. But those beautiful breasts-the very things he wanted to get at-were in his way. "Are you mocking me with those twinkling eyes?"

"Of course not, but you'll lose your badge for sure if you can't do this. Every Eagle Scout knows how to unhook a bra. Do what you do best. Get logical, Professor."

"Okay, not sex. Logic." Morgan stopped thinking with his hyperactive cock. Logic said to fold the bra at the point of connection and pull both halves in opposite directions.

"Wahoo!" Destiny cheered and jumped, like a cheer-leader on speed, so that no matter how often he grabbed for them, he couldn't get those puppies into his hands where he wanted them. As if to prove him right, she spread her legs and raised her arms as if she were about to do a real witch cheer-her, um, pom-poms, jiggling before his glazed eyes.

"Three cheers

For the eagle,

The hawk,

The scout.

"No sport like sex

For a virgin ex.

Tattoos to schmooze.

Nothing to lose.

"A home for your cock,

Like a sheath or a sock,

But warmer and wetter.

Nothing feels better."

Morgan thought he might short circuit from sensual overload. Still wearing only her purple lace panties, she ended ass up, legs spread wide, and bent over double.

Then she bounced up and turned to face him. His knees nearly buckled at the sight of her full breasts-had they inflated when she bent over like that? Oxygen, please. Her taut nipples with their wide russet aureolas made him so hungry, he wiped his mouth in the event of drool before he finally grabbed those puppies, two hands full. "Mine," he said.

She slid her panties down, barely, first one side, then the other, inch by inch, walking them down her legs so slowly as to make his cock jump to attention. Then this dynamite woman stood before him. Destiny. His for the taking. Dreams did come true.

She lay on the bed and opened her arms. "Climb on."

"A virgin could have a coronary from such an invitation."

Mounting his favorite woman meant mounting a rebellion of the first order against the mistakes of his past.

Destiny took him in hand, slid him into her tight, slick center, and pulsed all around him, and Morgan understood that a man could travel beyond the promised land during such an experience.

"The eagle has landed," Destiny said, raising her hips to pull him deeper.

Pleasure roared in his ears. Satisfaction, or the ultimate promise of it. A silk sheath, pulsing around him. "This is like nothing, nothing I've ever-"

"Don't move," she warned, barely stopping him in time. "This stage is not for the faint of heart, First-Timer. Get used to the feel of me gloving you before you try anything fancy."

"But I'm aching to move, Kismet, or I'll die, I tell you."

"If you wanna last more than one surge, take a couple of deep breaths. Cup my breasts, kiss me."

He surged without meaning to. "Your words made me do that, and I just realized that I got foreplay, and you didn't." He'd die if this ended in a rush. "I'm afraid this'll happen without you."

"Hey, you think this is our only shot? We have the rest of two weeks. You are so screwed."

Screwed and unglued. No words ever sounded kinkier. "And, Kismet, you're the one who's screwed. Once I get the hang of this, watch out." He kissed one of her nipples as if it were sacred, with reverence and a great deal of emotional and physical investment. He closed his mouth over the nubbin, suckled, gave it a tug, and pride filled him when Destiny moved her body beneath his, along his length, making them both shudder in hot expectation.

"You liked that?" she asked.

"Very much. Do you know how nervous I am? I suppose a man shouldn't admit that."

"Are you kidding? I hate conceited jerks who think they're God's gift to women." She cupped his face and raised her hips. "Your honesty is a turn-on."

"Seriously?"

"You can't tell?"

"How would I? I have no basis for comparison."

"You have a lot to learn. I'm so glad that I get to teach you. Take a walk on the wild side, and let's take that boner out for a spin." Destiny wrapped her legs around him, and that's all it took for him to surge and retreat-again and again-rush after rush of unbearable sensation. He watched Destiny's eyes glaze over while she watched him, and he wondered if his expression said as much about his arousal and sexual excitement as hers did.

A huge swelling of pride filled him. He was finally having sex with Destiny. And she liked it as much as he did!

He went for her other breast and made love to her with his mouth while her hips rose in welcome, and the muscles deep in her womb pulled and squeezed him as if she were milking him.

He was only a man. How strong could he be?

A man, a first-timer, could only take so much. Worried that he couldn't satisfy her, Morgan tried to take it slow, make it last, and as his reward, her hips took over, and she convulsed around him. Excited, he concentrated on lasting, and she had two more orgasms in quick succession, which gave him superhuman confidence.

By the saints, he wanted to see how many he could give her before holding back killed him.

Chapter Twenty-two.

ONE hundred and thirty one; that's how many orgasms Destiny had . . . or so it seemed. If he could pat himself on the back without breaking stride, Morgan would try, but he'd settle for his button-busting pride.

He knew how to make it last for her, and he tried every book trick he remembered, aiming for her pleasure, not his own, though, in doing so, he experienced a pleasure beyond the physical. Besides, he'd get the final ride. Unless . . . "Please don't pass out on me."

Instead, she climaxed again. "I can't believe how amazingly, long, you've lasted."

"Damn, and I thought you were going to say you couldn't believe how amazingly long the big guy is."

"Oh, he is, but as a thirty-year-old virgin, you should have gotten your jollies in the first ten seconds."

"I'm getting a kick out of playing you. I may be as big as Bigfoot, but you're a goddess. I think you could kill your lovers with your voracity." He didn't like thinking about her having other lovers.

"I know. My sisters have always been jealous. I won the orgasmathon when we were kids. Storm says I'm just an easy lay."

"Whoa. What's an orgasmathon?"

"We counted our orgasms and compared notes later. Why?"

"Because I got a concurrent triathlon type picture in my head that could keep me going for a decade."

"Hey! We were just normal horny teenage girls. We didn't get kinky until we got older and had dates."

"What kind of kinky?"

"Never mind. Am I too greedy?"

"No comparison, but you're turning me on like crazy. You're the best lover I've ever had."

She laughed and came at the same time. "I'm the only lover you've ever had."

He leaned back and found the smooth skin of her ass with both his hands, which gave him a new way to move in her, and gave her a sea swell of an orgasm. She sat up to face him and increase the friction.

Later, she lay back down and placed her ankles on his shoulders so he could pump deeper and harder, and she cried his name in an extended orgasm that shocked her and made him clench and hold to his . . . dignity.

"This should be more for you than me," she said. "If I do pass out, I'll never forgive myself."

"Every rookie should have such a sex goddess as his coach, because I don't feel like a first-timer. I feel like Morgan the Magnificent. Bigger than life. A superhero in the sack."

"You are. You're a natural. And I've never been so sexually satisfied in my life."

"Wanna come again?" he asked.

"I'm game if you are."

He'd die of embarrassment if he passed out before his turn came.

"Okay," she said after taking the sexual world by storm, "I'm starting to see stars. How about one more time but with the two of us in sync? This time, when I start to come, let yourself go, and we'll come together."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his body already reacting to her suggestion.

"Boy Scout," she said, "I wanna live to do this again, after a reasonable recovery period."

He patted the sweat from her brow with the corner of a blanket. "How long is a reasonable recovery period?"

She slipped her hand between them to stroke him, and he lost it.

"Twelve minutes," she said, distracting him.