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This story was written for Pokemonmaniac. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and first-time related lewdness. :3

Ricky Gets a "Massage"

To say that Ricky was somewhat sheltered was quite the understatement. If there was such a thing as a 'nice' kind of strict, that was what his family were. Though perhaps strict wasn't the right word so much as... uptight? So worried about keeping up appearances and presenting the best version of themselves to the world that the raccoon's parents felt the need to micro-manage every moment to moment interaction of not only their own lives, but that of their children too. Thus, when Ricky went off to college and found himself suddenly exposed to a whole world of people far more free with their thoughts and feelings and dress code and basically everything compared to him, he was understandably somewhat overwhelmed by it all. But, to the raccoon's credit, he didn't do as his parents had suggested and simply return home to take his college courses via the internet while working part time at the family flower shop. He persevered, and little by little as the months passed, he grew accustomed to little things like hearing people curse, like hearing off-colour jokes being told, and like wearing just a shirt and slacks to classes rather than the full suit he had worn for most of his first few weeks of school.

Still though, his friends... a fact of his life which Ricky couldn't help but blush and beam with pride every time he thought about... encouraged him to explore more of the world he had been held back from by his family's and now his own ingrained anxieties. They coaxed him into trying yet more new things. New foods, spicy, deliciously tasty foods he loved. New drinks; soda, yum. Alcohol... bleh, really just not for him, however pleasant the tingling it awoke in the back of his head felt as a side-effect. And more and more outside of classes, social situations. Opportunities to do things he had never been offered the chance to experience before. Relaxing. Unwinding. Chilling out.

And thus, when one of Ricky's most bold and outgoing friends handed Ricky a coupon and told him that he could use it to get a 'massage', the raccoon while nervous was eager to try out this new experience. He googled massages and the etiquette of such businesses. He learned the proper terminology and the way a typical massage was traditionally conducted. He planned down to every last detail, utterly oblivious and impossibly naïve to the fact that every time his friend brought up the idea of the 'massage' to him it was with a wink, with a playful nudge of the shoulder, even sometimes outright air quotes. All that mattered to Ricky was the facts, not all the confusing gestures and symbols and exaggerations surrounding them. And those facts were that his friend believed from the bottom of his heart that a 'massage' would do wonders for chilling him out, and that after he'd paid for his first, he'd be that much better prepared for dealing with any more he received in the future.

Thus, finally there came the day when the raccoon found himself being dropped off outside the massage parlour by his buddy, the meerkat winking and fist-bumping him before leaning in close and whispering one final reassuring piece of advice.

"Best thing you can do is just go along with whatever you get asked to do. They know best, remember. And, no matter how much you think you're prepared... no matter how much time you've spent studying it on the internet, trust me, dude. When it starts, you're just gonna want to lie back and enjoy the ride. You get me?"

Ricky blushed and nodded, triple checking he had his wallet, his phone, his keys for when he got back to the dorms later on as he did so. The meerkat grinned, clapped him warmly on the shoulder one last time, and called out again as he slipped back into his car and prepared to drive away out of the rather slim, secluded back alley in which this massage parlour was set.

"Man, you're way more chill about this than I was before my first 'massage'. I'm proud of you, bro."

Then his friend was gone, and Ricky was left alone outside the building with the ever present knot of anxiety which formed in his gut when he was expected to perform any sort of social task or interact in any way in public, but also a warm glow of delight at hearing his friend say that he was proud. His parents probably would have been aghast at the idea of him going into a building with a stranger, taking off his shirt and pants and getting rubbed and touched over so much of his exposed fur. So would he have been even a couple of months ago. But now, he was ready. He was still embarrassed of course. Still a little bit terrified of what to expect when he stepped through those doors. But, not terrified enough to let that stop him, and as one of his other friends had said to him several weeks before as they went to get sushi together for the first time, bravery wasn't about not being scared. Bravery was being scared, but doing it anyway because it was the right thing to do.

Ricky took a deep breath, clutched the coupon his friend had bought him in his hand, and trusted in the meerkat's wisdom and his own bravery as he stepped up to the massage parlour's door, and slipped inside.

Five minutes later, after being greeted by a very friendly woman who had been rather touchy-feely as she eased him out of his jacket and complimented him on the handsomeness of both his attire and indeed his lean, clean-cut figure, Ricky found himself in what did indeed look like one of the many massage rooms he had seen in pictures online. It had a vaguely east-Asian aesthetic despite the rest of the building not really following that theme, with a rice-paper partition behind which he was able to take off his clothes before laying down upon the padded massage table in his smooth, clean, white cotton briefs. There was amelodic new age music playing over some speakers set into the ceiling, and a smell of some floral variety of incense wafting through the well warmed room from some unknown source, likely emerging artificially from some plug-in or a vent hidden away elsewhere in the room. Overall though it was far from unpleasant, and for a few minutes as Ricky lay there with his towel already pre-draped across himself, as much as he was anxious about the impending massage and meeting the massage therapist who was going to be tending to him, the general ambiance was pleasant enough to help assuage some of those instinctive nerves.

Any relaxation which Ricky had managed to maintain up until that point however was swiftly shattered when the door to the massage room swung open a few minutes later, and the raccoon turned his head... and squeaked loudly in crippling anxiety as a stark naked, bountifully curvaceous hippopotamus stepped through it and closed the door behind her.

"Good morning, sweet boy..."

She murmured to him in a deep, sultry voice, giggling as she saw his eyes bulging and yet trying to find somewhere, anywhere upon her body to look that wasn't inappropriate.

"First time, hmmm? Don't worry, cutie. My name's Georgina, I specialise in first timers. You just relax, and I'll massage all your cares away until you're screaming for more. After all, you paid for the works. So, we've got plenty of time together to figure out what it is that you want. What it is that you need to set loose the strong, powerful man I know is hiding in that sweet skinny body of yours."

When she said the word massage, she said it in the exact same tone that Ricky's friend had said it, and suddenly Ricky remembered something he'd learned from his parents years ago, but which he had taught himself to ignore in his time at college thus far due to how often it came up. Some people, people who wanted to talk about shameful and inappropriate things, would sometimes disguise the perversions they were talking about by giving them inoffensive names. You could often tell when they were referring to such matters however by their tone of voice. A playful, teasing sort of tone applied to an otherwise relatively innocent word. His parents had called it... innuendo. Yeah, that was the word. And now, though it should have been obvious from the start, Ricky realised that all this talk about 'massage' had been speaking in innuendo.

But... if it was innuendo, then what he was really doing here, what his friend had paid for him to experience in this place, must have been...

His eyes bulged wider still, and Ricky felt a humiliating sensation surge through him as Georgina arrived at the table upon which he was still laying belly down, head staring her way but body otherwise paralysed by awkwardness and embarrassment. He stared at her large and incredible breasts, at the way they jiggled and sagged under their own weight while still appearing voluptuous and impossibly erotic. He stared at her smooth greyish blue skin, soft and looking as though it was almost glistening, ever so touchable. Ricky shuddered and whined audibly as he felt something stirring beneath the towel and within his briefs. An appalling, shameful sensation that to his horror he had felt more and more since coming to college. A feeling that sent him racing for the showers to douse himself in cold water sometimes more than once a week, not counting the more uncontrolled and thoughtless morning versions which could be cast aside with a simple bout of urination. He could feel his... his penis starting to stiffen as he observed this naked woman, and he whimpered again, utterly aghast as she reached out and stroked his face in a way that made the stiffening start to happen faster, then reached down his body, plucked the end of his towel between two fingers, and tugged it off him like a magician revealing something freshly disappeared from beneath a cloth.

"O-oh..."

She gasped, blinking and raising her eyebrows slightly in genuine surprise as she found the cotton briefs hiding away beneath the towel. A moment later though she glanced back to the shamefully crimson-cheeked raccoon, and let loose a burst of loud, unabashedly mirthful delight.

"So... someone wants me to work for my money, hmmm? To be stripped so I can get at their goods?"

Georgina leaned forward, breasts dangling, belly jiggling as she tilted Ricky's head towards hers with her still outstretched right hand caressing his cheek.

"Well, why don't you roll over for me, cutie, and maybe I'll get a look at the package that's being delivered to me before I unwrap it all sexy-like, hmm?"

She was so tempting, so gentle and warm and so utterly free from any embarrassment on her own part that for a moment, just a moment, Ricky wondered if maybe there was a reason why his friend had brought him here. If he had truly thought that the raccoon was ready for this experience, however wrong he might have been in that regard, and whether if he let it happen Ricky might actually enjoy... well, whatever it was that this woman planned on doing to him, beyond the obvious. Much as that thought might have run through his head for a moment or two though, the raccoon still whined and shook his head, too nervous, too utterly horrified at how his body was reacting to the sight of this naked woman, the first naked woman besides his mother and older sister when he had been a young boy that he had ever seen in person.

The hippo didn't frown or scowl at his continued embarrassment though. In fact, her expression softened somewhat from the overtly teasing, lustful look it had fixated upon it. Her expression became more genuine and kind and warm, and as she looked into Ricky's eyes with that deeper sincerity, she whispered to him reassuringly.

"Sweetie, there's no expectation here. If you're worried about getting over-excited and doing something that you feel like you're not meant to do, please don't be. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable, and you can tell me if you are too. Communication is important. But... please, you should know that I'm not some cruel woman who's gonna laugh if you do something wrong, or do it too fast or... well, whatever. I'm here to make this experience everything it can be for you. Sure, because I've been paid to and because I'm a professional who delivers on the job they've been set. But... also, because I can see that you're a real sweet guy, who, if I'm right... is just really, really new at all this, yeah?"

Ricky swallowed thickly. He whined. He nodded. Georgina beamed, and giggled as she leaned forward, kissed the raccoon softly on the lips with her own, and heard his breath escaped him in an awed, ragged gasp as she drew back again.

"That was nice, huh?"

She murmured, beaming as Ricky breathlessly nodded, glassy eyed as he realised he'd just been kissed. His first kiss from someone intimate. Someone who cared about him, or at least was paying attention to him in a romantic sort of way. Sure it wasn't how he'd planned it... not that he'd really planned it at all because thinking about that sort of stuff was inappropriate and embarrassing, but, gosh it had felt good. Just as the second kiss did when Georgina did it to him again a moment later. A deeper, longer kiss that ended with Ricky whining and pulling away as he felt the hippo's tongue tease its way past his lips, afraid that he might accidentally nip her tongue with his teeth if she pushed it any further forward.

"Roll over for me, cutie. I promise, I won't touch your briefs yet. I won't even look if you don't want me to. I'll face towards you, see?"

Georgina coaxed the raccoon, turning to stand parallel to the massage table facing up towards Ricky's head.

"Just... turn over and lie back, and... I'm going to do something which I hope will make you feel more ready, and let you see just how eager I am to be sharing this with you."

How Ricky found the strength, the courage to do what he was asked, he didn't know. Somehow though he did find it. Somewhere deep in Georgina's beautiful eyes and smiling face, he found the courage to nod and to roll over... and he was rewarded for doing so. True to her word, she didn't look. But what the hippopotamus did do was immediately swing one leg up and over the thankfully sturdy massage table, her greater size meaning it really wasn't that difficult to do so, and straddle the edges of the table in a way that meant she was soon hovering over Ricky's face.

Hovering, then lowering herself down as the raccoon yelped and tried to say that this was too much, that he couldn't handle it and that it was too lewd, too dirty, too embarrassing for him to be a part of it for even a second longer. Before he could say any of that though, the hippo's backside landed gently but firmly upon his face, and then as in his panic he breathed and gasped and whimpered in overwhelmed shock, he smelled something as she began to rock and grind her crotch against his face. He smelled something so utterly incredible and irresistible that it made his mouth water, turning his latest cry of embarrassed shock into a damp gurgle which to his shock Georgina seemed to echo. His eyes sprang open in surprise at the sound of the woman's exclamation, having instinctively closed to avoid seeing what he was under no circumstances meant to see when she straddled him. And of course, he saw it immediately.

He saw her pussy hovering over his face as it slid back and forth, grinding over his muzzle and indeed his sensitive nose. And, in that moment of overwhelmed shock before Ricky could squeeze his eyes shut again, he saw the woman's hand reaching down between her legs, spreading open outer folds of her nether regions to expose pinkness within, and with one finger reaching between, into that pinkness, to rub and tease at a single swollen nub of flesh tucked away against a little pink hood of additional glistening skin.

"H-hhahh... have you ever seen a woman masturbate up so close before, cutie?"

Georgina gasped to Ricky as she fondled herself while still grinding and humping against his muzzle, the scent of her excitement driving Ricky wild as his upbringing tried desperately to fight back with a million reasons why he couldn't respond the way he wanted to, why he couldn't answer her the way she was so obviously asking him to respond to her. Feverishly he whimpered and shook his head, but rather than being amused by his lack of experience, the hippo groaned loudly.

"Mmhh... fuck, yes..."

She gasped in audible, undeniable pleasure, the sound of that emotion something which Ricky had never heard before, its beauty and passion beyond intoxicating in its appeal.

"I h-hahh... I have another job, you know. I don't need to do this. N-nhh... no one makes me. But, I do it anyway. Because, I love making guys cum. I love seeing them react to my body. Seeing the relief, the gratitude on their faces when I make them feel better than they ever could alone. Most of all though, and, what I've gotten more of a reputation for? Is boys like you, cutie. College boys who are... inexperienced. I love to be the one to make you experienced. To show you how good, how wonderful sex can feel. I get so, so hot when I find out I'm fucking a virgin for the first time. Knowing that when he cums, he's cumming in me for the first time he's ever cum in someone else. So please... please don't be ashamed. Don't be embarrassed that you've never done this before..."

Georgina grunted longingly, eagerly to Ricky as she humped and ground herself down against his face, finger a blur upon her clit as her hot juices dribbled over his face and marked him with that irresistibly sexy scent of her arousal.

"...because, I promise you, cutie. The less you know about sex... the harder I'm gonna cum, and the harder I'm gonna make you cum, teaching you everything I can about it first-hand."

A few seconds later, though it appeared to be as difficult for Georgina to voluntarily get off him as it was for Ricky to allow that incredible series of sights, smells and sensations to pull away from his immediate proximity, the hippo pulled herself away and returned to stand beside the table. She looked down at Ricky where he lay flat on his back, chest heaving, eyes bulging and muzzle glistening with the hippo's arousal, and ran a hand wet with her own excitement teasingly down his chest.

"Now... how about you stand up for me... and let me take off those cute briefs of yours. I promise. Whatever's underneath them, I'll take good care of it."

Ricky's body moved on autopilot, his parents voices in his head screaming at him to stop, to tell the woman that what she was doing was inappropriate and humiliating and that he was going to report her to the relevant authorities. That was what Ricky had been taught his entire life. It was reality. It was truth. It was simply the way things were. And yet, today... today those set-in-stone rules didn't seem quite so solid and immutable.

Everything that Georgina had done to Ricky thus far should, by all accounts, have been hellish if what he had been taught all his life about inappropriate interpersonal interaction was true. But, it hadn't been hellish. It hadn't been unwanted. And, Ricky felt absolutely certain and wholly safe in the knowledge that if he had even once managed to express any active displeasure at what had been happening to him, the hippo would immediately have stopped. But, she hadn't stopped, because he hadn't shown any such displeasure. Because there hadn't been any such displeasure. Quite the contrary, in fact.

That was why, when asked, Ricky found himself rising up from where he was lying, and pulling himself shakily but successfully to his feet. That was why he whimpered, but made no move to stop Georgina as she reached out and caressed the front of his briefs... touching his penis, his erection through his underwear in the most unforgivable of humiliating acts, but provoking only more excitement and good feeling amongst only the spectral shadow of the shame Ricky had expected to feel.

"Oh wow, cutie. Are... is this really your first time? With this?"

She gasped, awed as she teased down the fabric of Ricky's underwear and his seven inch long, rather thick erection sprang free. Ricky couldn't speak. Couldn't ask if there was something wrong with it. Something strange and comment-worthy about it, beyond its very existence upon a body that had been so strictly taught to ignore its presence from its very first adolescent stirrings. All he could do was nod, and whimper louder as he stepped out of his underwear only to find Georgina remaining on her knees where she had dropped to remove his clothes.

"What..."

He finally gasped as he saw the hippo's head moving forward, squeaking, yelping but falling otherwise silent as the raccoon felt two hands grasp his ass, almost spanking him with the force of their contact, pulling him a step forward, pushing his erect shaft closer to the hippo's staring, wide eyed and eager face, and her open, panting mouth.

"What a-are you..."

He whimpered in confusion. There were words he'd heard over the years. Words he knew were to do with acts like this. But, to actually feel it happening to him, to see it as he had never even come close to seeing it before in his sheltered upbringing, Ricky simply couldn't put two and two together, because he had in this context never been taught that anything good could come of adding numbers together.

A pleading, overwhelmed little wail escaped the raccoon as for a few moments Georgina's mouth wrapped itself around his cock, and she licked his throbbing, swollen head with her tongue in a way that made him feel like... well, it made him feel a sensation so powerful and so addictive he collapsed back against the table, legs giving way and forcing the hippo to stop again, which in that moment was the very last thing he wanted. Just as he found himself almost crying out though, almost begging her to start licking his penis again in that same way, she pulled herself back to her feet as he regained his own footing, and she drew him close to her in a warm, tender embrace... naked body to naked body, and whispered Ricky a question that made the raccoon shake from head to toe.

"Cutie, you... what you just said, asking me what I was doing. I... you, please, don't be embarrassed. Don't be scared to tell me the truth, but... how much have you done before today? How much do you know about... this? About sex."

Still held within the far larger woman's arms, his face buried between her bountiful breasts and his cock throbbing against her plump belly, Ricky began to recite what he had been taught.

"When a man and a woman are married and want to further their lifelong commitment to each other, they can procreate. A man's penis becomes engorged with blood, and he can place it inside a woman's vagi..."

A finger upon his lips stopped him, and a moment later it was replaced by Georgina's lips, passionately, urgently kissing him as she whimpered and cradled his face in her hands.

"No. No, cutie. Not that. Not what you learned in a textbook. How much do you know about real sex. Magazines. Videos and pictures online?"

Ricky blinked at Georgina, confused. He shook his head slightly. She whimpered, slightly in sorrow, but also with uncontrolled, overwhelmed excitement.

"Oh god. Oh, please, don't be playing with me. Don't say what you think I want to hear. You've... you've never watched porn? Ever?"

The raccoon swallowed thickly. He couldn't lie to this woman. Not after everything she had so shamelessly shared with him.

"I... once, when I was younger... I was at a friend's house, and he showed me a cable TV channel where women were swimming in a pool together. Kissing each other. But, I... I told his father, and got my parents to come and pick me up. They told me that was pornography, a-and... and that I did a good thing by telling them, by not embarrassing myself by seeing it. They schooled me from home after that, like my sister."

The sorrow in Georgina's eyes grew, though Ricky wasn't sure why. Her arousal increased too though, and she kissed him again before asking her next question, almost sounding terrified in her own right at the prospect of receiving an answer.

"Cutie, have you... do you know what masturbation is?"

Ricky swallowed, looked around guiltily as though his mother was about to burst through the door and catch them, then nodded.

"Yes. It's when you... you touch yourself, after your penis gets hard. But, I... I never. I couldn't. It was too... too embarrassing. Too shameful. My parents a-always said..."

Georgina whimpered. All of a sudden her hands were on Ricky's ass again, and the far larger, stronger woman was lifting the raccoon up by her hands on his ass. Scooting him back up onto the massage table, and then scrambling up onto it again to straddle him. Though, not his face this time.

"Oh god. Oh. Ohh my god. And, so... if you've never... if you're really, really never masturbated before, then... have you... cum?"

Ricky tilted his head. He felt like he'd heard that word before. Heard someone else at college joking about it. He thought it was a food he'd never tried, since they'd talked about swallowing or spitting it out. But if it was something else. Something sexual, too?

"I... I don't... I'm not sure what that is. I'm sorry."

The hippo gurgled, and Ricky's eyes bulged as she began to settle down over his midsection, feeling something hot and wet dripping down over the tip of his exposed and swollen, uncontrollably twitching, incredibly good feeling erection.

"Orgasm, you sweet, incredible little thing. Cum is what happens when you have an orgasm. Have you done that?"

That word Ricky knew, which meant he could now answer honestly.

"You have to masturbate, or have sex to have an orgasm. I never have. So... no. Is that... is that bad?"

The hippo cupped his face. She kissed him on the cheeks. On the forehead. On the lips so many times in rapid succession before making Ricky's eyes roll back in overwhelmed confusion as she kissed him so long and so deep it made his toes curl, his tail twitch, and made him feel this strange pressure welling up inside his penis, like nothing he had ever known before no matter how badly he needed to use the restroom.

"Oh god. I... please, cutie. Your name. I... I don't normally ask. I'm not supposed to, but please, if you would... tell me your name."

Ricky croaked his name in breathless desperation to the hippo, and Georgina kissed him deeply again.

"Ricky. It's... it's just, you're special. Oh, you're such a special man. To never have... and, god... you must be nineteen now?"

The raccoon's cheeks flushed.

"Twenty. I had to wait to go to college because of my home schooling. My parents wanted me to have some work experience in the family shop first. A-and... to make sure that I really, really wanted to go, and live away from them."

The hippo shuddered violently, and she looked like she was going to cry out as Ricky felt more wetness flow down over his penis, not knowing for sure but suspecting that he knew where it was coming from, and feeling overwhelmed at how unexpectedly and impossibly happy that knowledge made him.

"Whether it's bad or not to have made you wait, it's not for me to decide, Ricky. But... today, here and now, there is a decision we have to make together. Would you like to have an orgasm, Ricky? And... would it be okay with you if I was the one to make you have it?"

The raccoon's eyes bulged, and he felt his penis give the biggest, most incredible feeling lurch of his life as something warm and wet definitely started to dribble out of it and down the underside of his length amidst Georgina's wetness. He looked into her eyes, her beautiful, wide, shamelessly excited eyes. He blushed. He whimpered. He wondered why a woman like her would ever be excited by a man like him. But... then he reminded himself how sincere and honest and open she had been with him right from the start, however forward and supposedly humiliatingly lewd. She had given him no reason not to trust her sincerity, and if he was going to accept for even a moment that maybe his parents had been wrong, and maybe there was more to the world than being upstanding and respectful and quietly restrained all the time in all situations... then there was only one possible answer he could give.

Only one answer he wanted to choose to give.

"I... I'd like that, Georgina."

He whispered breathlessly, thinking for a moment, frowning as he hoped he didn't sound like a total idiot, and adding on hurriedly...

"A-and, um... if, if it's something that I can do? I... I'd maybe like to... u-um, make you have an orgasm, too."

Georgina giggled. She beamed and kissed the raccoon yet again, and as she whispered a simple, playful response to his comment...

"Oh, Ricky. I don't think that'll be a problem at all."

...she sank down upon his body the final few required inches, and arched her back, gasping in pleasure while fighting to retain eye contact with the raccoon as he groaned, yelped, and finally howled in uncontrollable, outright rapture as the most intensely wonderful sensation he had ever known in all his life crashed through him. A hot, wet, incredibly slick yet somehow impossibly tight pocket of flesh engulfed his erection, and as his shaft began to twitch and throb uncontrollably within it, so too did the walls of the hippopotamus' vagina begin to squeeze, stroke, and milk his penis from within.

"O-ohhh my god..."

Ricky gasped and grunted, falling flat on his back upon the massage table as it creaked and shuddered while Georgina rocked her hips and rose up upon him, lifting herself so that as he glanced downward Ricky could now see the lower half of his slick, glistening shaft exposed again, before she fell with a strained cry of her own and consumed him once again.

"That feels so... w-why did I never... h-how did nnhh... no-one ever tell me... oh, ohh god. Georgina, I... please... it's too good. I... I don't know what to do... how to stop feeling this way."

Georgina moaned loudly as she continued to rock and ride the raccoon's shaft.

"Trust your body, Ricky. Listen to it. And... oohh, cutie, please... please ask yourself why, why if it feels so good, you'd ever want it to stop?"

The raccoon's face burned scarlet, but he nodded and whimpered as he realised the truth in what she was saying. Even now it was his upbringing that was threatening to limit him and lead him astray, not what he truly wanted.

"I... nnnh, no. Oh god, I don't want it to stop. I want... I... t-these feelings, I want them to... oh god. Ohhh god, I w-want..."

He couldn't say it. Not because he was embarrassed, but because the term simply wasn't something he had ever been taught to express. These feelings were as alien to his heart as they were to his body, and thus it took Georgina still humping him, still bouncing up and down upon him to give him the vocabulary he so desperately craved in that moment.

"More."

She whispered, and started to ride him faster, harder. Ricky's eyes bulged. He wailed at the renewed intensity, and he nodded feverishly as the hippo's prediction proved dead on.

"Yes. Oh. Ohhh, G-Georgina, yes! I... I want more! Please. Please. Give me more! More pleasure. More good feelings!"

The hippopotamus giggled and nodded hungrily back at the raccoon, picking up the pace even more, letting him watch her breasts bounce and jiggle as she rode him harder still. Ricky's eyes glazed over. There was so much he wanted to say. So much he wanted to try and express to Georgina in that moment. But all he could do, all that he was capable of expressing in the midst of his first ever fuck, was one solitary word panted and grunted over and over again with absolute sincerity.

"More!"

He whimpered as he felt his own hips starting to uncontrollably rise up from the massage table as if to meet Georgina's bouncing downward strokes.

"More!"

He gasped feverishly, ever more intensely as the hippo clutched and squeezed at her own breasts, gurgling and nodding in wordless, mindless agreement with his cries while he felt the amount of liquid gathering between their bodies increasing substantially and the squeezing of her depths growing ever more deliciously irresistible.

"I... m-more, oh... something's... I'm... I can't... please..."

Ricky tried to keep crying out, but soon, very soon in fact it felt so good that he barely had the breath to utter each plea. Soon it felt so good that he felt as though he almost didn't have to beg for more, because the pleasure was getting so exponentially more intense that by the time he'd begged for more yet again it had already vastly surpassed his every expectation. And the more it grew, despite his in experience, the more Ricky was utterly certain that this was not the end goal. That there was something more, something even more incredible which his parents' restraint and prudishness had denied him for goodness only knew how many years.

"Georgina, I... I think I'm g-going to have an orgasm..."

The raccoon whispered feverishly to his lover, his cheeks burning hot as she squealed with pleasure and laughter all at once, but bent double over his body as she started to ride him harder than even, and kissed him so deeply and adoringly even through her quaking, shuddering amusement at his chosen turn of phrase.

"To cum..."

She whispered to him when she had the capacity restored to her mind to do so.

"You're going to cum. Ahhh... and... oh god, Ricky. When you do? I promise you, I swear to you, cutie. I... oohh yes... I will too."

Ricky didn't know exactly why, but that thought, the idea of himself and the woman having sex with him experiencing orgasm at the same time was so deeply and fundamentally satisfying that just the thought of it made his own climax feel that much closer. He groaned happily, nodded feverishly up at her, and whispered back in elation.

"Oh, yes. Please do that. P-please... orgasm with... I... I mean, Georgina... cum with me, please."

He begged, and beamed as the hippo bellowed in apparent delight at the sound of those words leaving his lips. Thus, breathlessly and hungrily, he repeated them.

"Cum with me!"

His hips bucked upward again, and again. He couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to.

"Cum with me!"

He begged as the hippo shrieked and an almighty surge of wetness flooded his crotch as her nether regions began to clamp down and spasm violently. Those sounds. Those feelings. Oh god. Was she doing it? Was she cumming already?!

" Cum!"

Georgina herself screamed at the top of her lungs as she wrapped her arms around Ricky, squeezed his lithe little body against hers, and rode him raw as she experienced one of the most powerful climaxes of her life while so gleefully ridding this man of his seemingly long enforced celibacy.

"Ricky! Yes, yesssssss! With me... please, cutie! Please, please, oohhhhgodyessss... baby!! Cum!"

She heard him gasp. She felt his cock leap. She felt his back arch, and then... then she felt it. She heard it. She lived it.

The sensations, the sounds, the feeling, the sight of a grown man cumming not just inside a woman or at another's hand for the first time, but something which in all her years Georgina had never ever witnessed before, and which she would never forget for the rest of her days. She watched, felt, listened to, and clung to Ricky as he flooded her with his first ever orgasm, utterly out of his mind with how good it felt, just as she was too as her body continued to gush and squirt violently around and upon him.

It was over after barely thirty seconds, but they lay there for minutes afterwards, unmoving, unspeaking, just revelling in the enormity of what they had shared. Finally, Georgina spoke, and though she barely knew anything for sure about the raccoon she managed to whisper exactly what he needed to hear in that moment as she felt his cheeks burning hotter even than when they were fucking, and his body starting to tremble beneath hers.

"This is right. This is natural. This... everything we did here today, is good, and perfect, Ricky."

She chased away the demons of his shame before they could reassert themselves, and as he whimpered and for the first time in his life craned his neck up and initiated a kiss with another person, Georgina kept on whispering to him between tender, adoring pecks and inexperienced but heartfelt smooches.

"Now, tell me what else I can do for you, Ricky. What else I can say, what else I can share with you or teach you. Anything, t-to keep you in my arms for a little while longer."

The hippo could think of so many things she could teach Ricky. So many things she could tell a man as sheltered as him. But, when he spoke his single worded request, she beamed from ear to ear, suddenly realising he couldn't have asked for anything more perfect.

"More."

He murmured, his cock twitching, still hard within the beautiful hippo lying astride him, almost squashing him in an oddly comforting way with her far greater size. She kissed him again. He blushed, beamed, and whispered more confidently to the woman into whom he had just cum for the first time. The first of what he greedily, shamelessly found himself hoping would be many orgasms in his future.

"Show me... teach me... more."

By Jeeves

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