After a world-wide disaster, new rules take effect.
Based on a post by barnabus, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Forward:
The setting is the nineteen fifties. After a world-wide disaster, new rules take effect.
Jolene; A high school cheer leader, awakens to find that a worldwide disaster has occurred killing 85% of the world's population. She has been selected to participate in a breeding program to replenish the world's population.
Most of the participants are virgins. It also explains Jolene's surprise when she hears a girl moaning with sexual pleasure and Jim's shock when Jolene becomes 'the aggressive partner' in their relationship.
(For those who grew up after the 'free love' period of the 1960s and 1970s, you'll just have to take my word for it: That's the way it was!)Nanette, on the other hand, has obviously been 'sexually active' (to use a modern term: In the 1950s, another description would have been used), but it becomes apparent to the astute reader that although she has been sexually 'active', she probably has not received a great deal of satisfaction from her sexual activity.
Chapter 1: Orientation.
"As you all know, there was a world-wide disaster."
As if coming out of a daydream, Jolene's mind drifted back into reality. The last thing she remembered was sitting in a Trigonometry class thinking about a cheer leading routine. She was the head cheerleader and was scheduled to run the next cheer leading practice.
There was a man with a clipboard and a briefcase at the head of a long table, talking. Instinctively, Jolene tuned in on what he was saying.
The word "disaster" grabbed her attention. He continued: "To our best estimate, as much as 85% of mankind has been destroyed." Jolene was suddenly awake and alert, carefully listening. He went on, "The government, what's left of it, has determined that an organized breeding program must be established, and you have all been selected to be part of the initial phase. Everyone in this group is 18 years old and was a high school student. You're all in good health, and hopefully, you will be able to produce healthy offspring. The girls are all in their fertile period, so this is an ideal time for each of you. You have been pared with a partner who is a favorable genetic match to you, and you have been brought here to see if you are compatible with your match. And if you are, you will be expected to breed to procreate children to help repopulate our country and world."
Jolene looked around the room. Everyone was about her age, except the man at the head of the table. They were arranged in boy-girl couples. Jolene recognized two of the girls in the room: she was sitting next to Jim and across the table, Jolene recognized Nanette, a close girlfriend, was sitting next to John. Jim and John were both nerds and not part of Jolene's 'inner circle' of friends. She had seen the another girl and boy from her school in the halls and knew they were a couple, but she didn't know their names. And there were other couples that Jolene didn't know, apparently from other schools.
Nanette wore a new, scandalously fashionable see-through blouse which displayed her lacy camisole top that hugged her well-shaped breasts and revealed the lines of Nanette's brassier The bra-straps were clearly visible. There was just a trace of two bumps showing exactly where Nanette's nipples were beneath her undergarments. Nan's skirt was the shortest skirt in the room, stopping slightly above her knees: rather immodest for the mid 1950's.¬
All of the girls were wearing blouses that buttoned down the front and skirts. There were no sweaters or slacks.
Jolene raised her hand. "Excuse me. What disaster? I don't know about any disaster. The last thing I remember was sitting in Trigonometry class at school. What are you talking about?"
"That is a normal after effect of the disaster. The disaster occurred several weeks ago. Many people do not remember either the disaster or what happened afterward. At some point, your memory will begin working again and will pick up from that point onward. I'm sorry, Miss," he paused to look at his clipboard, "Miss Jolene, if your memory hasn't begun functioning yet. And in case you don't remember, I am the monitor of this program."
He scanned the others in the room. "Are there others that don't remember what has happened before today?" he asked. Several hands in the room went up. "This must be terribly frightening for you."
Jolene and several others nodded.
"I'm sorry that you are finding yourself in this situation without knowing what led up to it. However, it has been decided we cannot delay the program to increase our population any longer." He looked around the room, meeting the many nervous eyes in the room. "I appreciate that this might be especially difficult for many of you. In this world of the 1950's most of you young people live celibate lives, and although you might think about sex, probably most of you have never", he paused and stammered, "taken your fantasies to, um, shall we say" he paused to swallow, "their ultimate conclusion."
Many of the young people, especially the girls, were embarrassed the casual way he was talking about their sex-lives; or, rather, the lack of sex in their lives.
Again, Jolene raised her hand. "Excuse me, but shouldn't I be matched up with Tom Green?" she asked. Tom was her boyfriend. He was a year older than she was and they had been dating for a little more than a year.
"Green?" The man asked and pulled a large book from his briefcase. He perused the pages, then looked up sadly. "I'm afraid Tom didn't survive the disaster. I'm sorry, Miss Jolene" He returned his book to his briefcase. "In any case, we believe that, er," he fumbled with a name and pointed toward Jim, the boy sitting next to Jolene, "that he is the best genetic match for you that is available."
Jolene gave Jim a withering sideways glance.
Resuming his lecture, the man continued, "Each couple will be given its own room, which will be adequately furnished. We would like to get the program started as soon as possible." There was a moment of embarrassed silence in the room before the monitor added: "I know that many of you are embarrassed by this, but let me assure you that there are boys and girls all around the country are meeting in rooms like this and are being told the same things you are. Many are meeting their prospective mates for the very first time. I believe you all have the advantage of already being acquainted with the mate that has been selected for you."
A pretty girl, the one from her school that Jolene didn't know, raised her hand. "But I can't do this. I'm not married to; " she pointed to the boy sitting next to her.
"We chose to start this program without requiring marriage," the monitor stated. "If it turns out that your offspring match our genetic expectations and you wish to get married to your partner, then of course you can. But we'd like to keep the option of rearranging the couples if the genetics don't work out the way we hope they will. We need to replenish our population as rapidly as feasible and to expand our gene pool as widely as possible. Therefore, every girl of childbearing age will be expected to have at least four to six children. Ideally, each child will be sired by a different father since that will give us the widest possible diversity to our gene pool. So for the moment, marriage is not required. If you wish to be married before you proceed, we can furnish you with an appropriate clergyman.
The girl who had raised the question looked at the boy sitting next to her, and shook her head. "No, I think marriage can wait." Obviously, although she had been dating her 'mate', she wasn't ready to be married to him, yet. She probably also was not enamored with the idea of deliberately having a baby with him. Or possibly it was simply going through the process of starting a baby that she didn't look forward to.
Again, Jolene raised her hand. "I'm only eighteen. That's awfully young to have a baby, or to start a family," she stated.
"The world is different now," the monitor stated. "Some of the old principles are not practical anymore. This program starts with 18-year-olds and above, but soon, probably even younger girls will be encouraged to have babies."
Considering the discussion closed, the monitor concluded his remarks.
"All right, then. We will take each couple to its room and we will allow you to proceed. Each room is equipped with a sofa and a bed and bathroom facilities. There is a phone in each room. Simply pick up the phone if any of you need help or encouragement. We're here to help you, and we'd like to make things as easy as possible for you."
He stood and started toward the door. "Oh, I know this may be difficult for many of you. I suggest that once you are in your room, girls should open their blouses and remove their bras and panties. Boys should remove their trousers and unbutton your shirts. This may help encourage the mood.
"Also, remember, our goal is for each girl to get pregnant as soon as possible. Therefore, we encourage each of you to copulate several times to increase your odds of getting pregnant. He paused and faced the group with a smile that somehow seemed inappropriate.
"And now," he said officiously, "be fruitful and multiply."
Chapter 2: Getting started.
The room had the sterile feel of a hotel room. There were no windows, and Jolene remembered there had not been a window in the room where they had their 'orientation'.
Painfully self-consciously, both Jim and Jolene turned away from each other to remove the required garments.
When they turned to face each other, both quickly averted their eyes after a quick, curious glance. Jolene was relieved that even though Jim had removed his pants, he had the presence of mind to keep one button on his shirt closed. Thus his shirt hung down far enough to conceal his male anatomy.
Jim's glance revealed that although her blouse was open, either she wasn't wearing a bra (something that he had suspected when he had seen her walking around school with an eye-catching bounce) or it had been one of these open-in-the-front bras and she had already opened it. Of course, her skirt hung down revealing nothing improper.
Then, as if by mutual agreement they both sat on the sofa facing each other. The sofa was wide enough that Jim could rest his arm on the back behind Jolene's shoulders, but there was still a small distance separating them.
Both teen were embarrassed and uncomfortable. And both were afraid to speak the first words.
Jolene couldn't imagine how she could be in a hotel room with a boy she scarcely knew. Jolene had good grades in school, was head cheerleader, was planning to attend college. She came from a well-to-do family who lived in a good neighborhood in a big house.
She had always known she would give up her virginity someday. Having been raised with the idea of 'saving herself' for her wedding night, she had assumed it would be when she got married. But Tom, her boyfriend, had been pressuring her during the past couple of months. Tom's pressure had led her to question the validity of waiting and she had been seriously considering 'doing it' with Tom.
After all, Tom had argued, the hymen was just a small piece of membrane: it's presence or absence is totally invisible to the external eye. In fact, some girls don't even have one. And some have lost it riding bicycles or in some other innocuous way.
And if Jolene married someone other than Tom, and virginity was important to her husband, Tom reasoned, Jolene could always assure her husband that he was the first one and her husband would never know the difference.
But now, if she was going to have a baby, virginity was really a moot point.
Jim was a relative stranger to her. She had seen him in the halls at school and they had spoken briefly, but she really knew very little about him.
'It's not the right time of the month for me to get pregnant', Jolene thought. But with a start she realized that apparently some time had passed since the 'disaster', whatever the 'disaster' had been. Undoubtedly, she was at a different place in her cycle than she remembered.
Without a word, Jim slipped the band from her head that held her hair in place. Then slowly, one at a time, he removed her hairpins, allowing her hair to fall over her shoulders. When the last pin was removed, Jolene shook her hair loose, allowing it to fall naturally over her shoulders.
Finally, Jolene looked into Jim's eyes, her face filled with fear and concern.
"I guess we're lab partners and we've been given a homework assignment," she stated flatly. "Do you think we should start?" she asked, and, although Jim had only seen the slight movement of her arm, he felt her hand pushing his shirt aside and gently encircled his manhood. It was already erect. He was afraid. He had never done this before.
"Do you think we should?" He asked looking down.
Jolene nodded her head and looked down. Already Jim's teenage penis was pulsing at her soft, feather-like touch.
Jolene's boyfriend, Tom, liked it when she held him like this, although she had only held him through his pants. Now she was touching Jim's naked penis. and apparently Jim liked it, too.
Staring at her breasts, Jim hesitantly raised his hand, but he stopped short. "Are you sure it's all right?" he asked, unable to believe that he was being touched by the head cheerleader, the most beautiful and popular girl in class, and she was waiting, squeezing his penis ever so gently, her eyes watching his hand, her lips parted expectantly.
"I think so," she replied, nervously glancing around the room. "Go ahead. You can touch them." She whispered, her eyes again returning to Jim's hand.
As gently as he could, he allowed his hand and palm to slide inside her blouse, beneath her breast as if to support it. He weighed it in his hand. She took a deep breath and her fingers surrounding his penis closed a little tighter. Jim closed his fingers around her breast, feeling its softness, and sensed her hold her breath. He wasn't sure what to expect, He had never touched a woman's bare breast before. Jolene's breasts were perfectly shaped, not too large, sagging ever so slightly under the effects of gravity ('would they sag a lot more when she grew older?' he wondered), with perfect nipples protruding slightly from tan aureoles located exactly where they should be. Her breasts were softer than Jim expected. Somehow he thought they would be firm and full, but decided that even though she was a senior in high school and had passed her 18th birthday, perhaps her body had not yet fully matured.
His fingers found her nipple and gently grasped it, squeezing very slightly.
"Oh!" She gave a surprised moan and an unexplained tingle ran up her spine. Her fingers reflexively tightened around Jim's penis. He gently rolled the nipple, and she moaned again she gave a small whimpering sound, and again her grip tightened around his penis. She was holding him so tightly, it almost hurt, but he didn't want to say anything.
"Am I hurting you?" Jim asked, releasing her breast and lifting his hand slightly, barely maintaining contact with her breast.
"No!" she answered immediately, and dropping his manhood, her hand flashed to Jim's and she pressed his palm against her breast. "No, you're not hurting me. It's just; I don't know,; "
She hesitated.
"What is it?" Jim asked, sounding like he sincerely wanted to know what she was thinking.
"I've never felt this way before," Jolene stammered. "Do that again. I mean, with your fingers on my nipples."
Jim took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
"No; softer! They're very sensitive! Be gentle!"
Jim rolled her nipples as gently as he could between his fingers and heard her moan, "Yes! That's it!"
He kept rolling and her hand returned to his lap to find and grip his penis again.
"I don't know how to explain it," she whispered, her head leaning back against the sofa, her hand tightening around his penis.
"It; they're sensitive." She gave a small gasp, "and when you, uh, roll them like that, it stimulates them." (Jim could feel the nipples growing bigger and harder between his fingers.) Jolene continued, "and it; makes me feel; funny. It makes me feel funny in other places, too!" She was breathing faster now, and so was Jim.
Jolene loved her boyfriend, Tom, and at his insistence, she had reluctantly let him touch her breasts. But he always mauled them like he was mixing meatloaf. had always been impatient and grew irritated if she asked him to be gentler or to do anything differently. Jim, on the other hand, was actually listening to her and doing what she asked him to. The difference was incredible. Although she was not in love with Jim, her body was reacting more strongly to him than it ever had with her boyfriend.
Jim changed his hold of her breast, capturing her nipple between his index and middle finger, which freed up his thumb to push back her blouse giving him a better view of those beautifully shaped teen-aged mounds. He kissed her just above the collarbone, right where her blouse met her skin. She arched her back, pressing her breast into Jim's hand. Encouraged, he kissed her chest a little lower and again she seemed to press her chest into the kiss. Jim paused and looked up at her.
"May I kiss your;" She opened her eyes and met his. "Can I kiss;" Jim swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to speak the words.
"You can kiss my breasts. And my nipples, too. I think I'd like that. That is, if you want to!"
"I want to!" Jim replied, returning his attention toward her chest and gently brushing his lips against the flesh where the top of her breast met her chest. He changed his grip on her breast so once again, cradling her protrusion in the palm of his hand, but he still kept her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently rolling it. She squirmed a little, but made no attempt to pull away from him.
"It's funny," Jolene commented. "I always imagined sex as a nighttime thing. I never thought of having sex during the day."
Jim nodded. "I guess you can do it anytime you wanted. I never thought about it." Somehow, Jolene doubted that he had really never thought about it.
He kissed more of her breast and began moving his lips toward her nipple with each kiss. Shifting his hand to support her breast, he nibbled at the top of her nipple, then softly drew the nipple into his mouth.
The electricity swept through Jolene "Oh," she moaned. He was gently, sweetly, sucking on her, pausing every now and then to kiss her nipple. It was exceedingly erotic and generated a ripple in her stomach.
She looked down to watch Jim nursing at her teats and instinctively, she raised her hand to support her breast for his lips. As she took over the job of holding her breast steady, Jim's hand slid down her stomach, grazed over her skirt where it covered her pubis, and continued down the inside of her thigh until it came to the hem of her skirt and settled over the bare skin of her leg.
Suddenly frightened again, Jolene pulled her breast back and grabbed Jim's hand on her bare leg. "Tom, don't!"
Jim stopped his sucking and raised his head to look at her. "I'm not Tom," he whispered. "Tom is not here."
Burning from mortification, Jolene quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, Jim! It's just that, well, I've had to stop Tom," Jolene paused and shuddered, "from doing what you're doing. I'm sorry."
"I understand," Jim replied sympathetically.
"I know! Things have changed. Things are different now," Jolene replied miserably. "I refused Tom. And now," Jolene gave an involuntary sob, "now I'll never;"
"I understand," Jim whispered soothingly, releasing his grip on her thigh to put his arm around her. Jolene curled up in his arms and sobbed. Jim held her close and she was comforted being held snugly close to a warm, masculine body while she sobbed, mourning the loss of her boyfriend. Abstractly, she wondered why Tom had never taken the time to simply hold her, especially when she needed comfort.
After a while, her sobs subsided. She composed herself and sat up to pull a Kleenex from the box on the table and blow her nose.
"I'm sorry, Jim," she sighed, and she lay back on the sofa. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I know what we have to do! We both know what's at stake here. "
"I know you were dating Tom. He must be on your mind. Do you want to continue?"
Jolene was touched by Jim's thoughtful consideration of her feelings. And of his show of respect to Tom by being willing to stop. But she also felt the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. If every girl who had lost a boyfriend (and if 85% of the population had been destroyed, there must be a lot of them) refused to participate, then the 'repopulation program would obviously fail.
Carefully, Jolene returned Jim's hand to her thigh and carefully drew it up her leg about half way to her pubis. Then, she moved her hand to his shoulder and held her breath as his hand slid beneath her skirt, higher and higher. Her instincts told her to stop him, to resist, until his hand grazed her pubic hair (as instructed, she had already removed her panties) and her breath escaped in a small moan. Her body was reacting to his touch. Jolene gave a sudden intake of breath as his hand ran over the top layer of her pubic hair and he felt moisture beginning to build. Jim smiled as a finger carefully grazed her clitoris causing her to jump . She was growing wetter.
Showing remarkable perceptiveness, Jim whispered, "I'm sorry that Tom's not here with you instead of me."
"I know you're not Tom. But there's something you need to know. Tom and I; never did; it; I'm a virgin. You'll be my first.
"I; uh; well," Jim stammered, sounding embarrassed, "I guess I'm; uh; I guess, me, too."
Jolene was somehow pleased. "You don't have to explain. But it's nice. I mean, if we're both virgins."
"Uh, then," Jim paused, "I guess it's time".
Jolene tensed when she heard Jim's words. It was not the most romantic statement he could have made! She would have rather let things simply grow naturally into fulfillment. She knew she wasn't ready yet, but didn't know how to say it or what to do, so she said nothing. She was frightened, and thrilled at the same time. Like so many teenagers, she was more than curious about sex and wanted to know where her feelings would take her. Jolene let Jim pull her to the side, and she slid down onto the sofa onto her back. Jim moved over her.
Lying on her back, her skirt bunched around her waist and beneath her hips, her blouse hanging from her shoulders exposing the curve of her breasts, she parted her thighs and allowed Jim to slip between them, her heart thumping inside her chest. She positioned herself, her legs, giving Jim a good long view at her already glistening womanhood.
In his inexperience, Jim, with very little foreplay, probed for her opening, unsuccessfully. Frustration grew in both of the teenagers.
Jolene was disconcerted. She had always dreamed of giving her virginity to a masterful lover who would gently, lovingly, but with finesse ease her into womanhood. Instead, she was experiencing the ambivalent fumbling of adolescence. But then again, Jolene was little more than an adolescent herself. If it were her responsibility to take the initiative, she wouldn't know what to do or how to do it any more than Jim did.
Frustrated with his inability to find her, she reached between them and grasped his penis and lead him past her pubic patch, actually positioning him at her surprisingly wet and hypersensitive opening. Immediately, Jim pressed forward, separating her lips.
And he paused.
Jolene was surprised that her womanhood was actually aching in anticipation. She knew her hymen was still intact. He hadn't reached it yet, although he was exerting some pressure on it. Her muscles spasmed and she wiggled her hips, not knowing what she should do now. After what felt like an interminable wait, perhaps three or four seconds, she hesitantly moved her hands to his bare buttocks and took a deep breath as she prepared to lift her hips and pull him into her.
Suddenly, Jolene heard the repeated, rhythmic moans of the girl in the next room. Distracted, Jolene didn't know why a girl would moan in that fashion. It didn't sound like she had been injured or was in pain. Suddenly, she realized what the sounds represented and her vaginal muscles spasmed tight. She was immediately embarrassed at this essentially public revelation of the activities in the next room. Jolene would never make such noises! No girl with any refinement would broadcast such personal activities to anyone within hearing range.
Meanwhile, now that Jim had found the entrance of her vagina, he reveled, anticipating for a long moment what was about to happen. When he felt Jolene gently pulling on his buttocks and timidly lifting her hips toward him, then tense up, he pressed forward with what he thought was a manly thrust, tearing through Jolene's maidenhead and eliciting a hoarse groan of momentary agony from the anxious cheerleader beneath him.
Jim knew the moment he had stolen Jolene's cherry. Breaking her maidenhead, his shaft seemed to swell two sizes larger at the thought of taking the beautiful cheerleader's virginity. Jim gasped with shock, realizing just how tight she was. She was truly fresh, untampered with.
Jim experienced a double pleasure: first, he was taking possession of her body as he entered her making her a real woman. He was actually fucking Jolene who was the wet-dream of almost every guy in school. And second, this pleasure was increased exponentially by the knowledge that her cherry belonged to him! She had given him her virginity, freely and without objection, without force.
Jolene knew that it would hurt the first time. But even so, she was totally unprepared for the excruciating pain of her deflowerment.
As the pain of her defloration subsided, Jolene's sexual curiosity was somewhat satisfied. There was more to come, and much more to be experienced. But there was little that Jolene had not already imagined. Yielding to her sexual yearnings, Jolene was quickly ready for whatever came next. With blank, obedient eyes, she looked up, staring needingly into Jim's eyes. Simply speaking, her mind was simply focused on the pleasure she expected to receive and give and Jim felt it. Jolene was perfect! She would be his own sex kitten: a goddess.
Jim began pumping, pushing in deeper. Although it was her first time, she thrust back like a seasoned professional, and within seconds he lost control, shooting his cum into the gorgeous cheerleader. Jolene felt Jim pulsing inside of her. She suspected that each pulse represented millions of sperm being injected into her vagina headed for her womb and Fallopian tubes.
Poor Jolene had been left far behind.
Twenty-four hours ago, the very suggestion that she would behave in such a wanton manner would have shocked Jolene She had displayed herself before a boy, spreading her legs, opening herself, all in anticipation of a; cock; being jammed into her most sacred of places.
He was an acquaintance at best. An acquaintance! Certainly not a lover, or even a boyfriend.
Cynical jokes entered her mind. He hadn't offered her candy. Or chewing gum. He hadn't even bought her a cocktail!
Chapter 3: Interlude.
It wasn't long before Jim fell to Jolene's side, his breath coming in strangled, gasping breaths!
Somewhat disappointed, Jolene murmured, "Is that it? Is it over?"
Jim grunted affirmatively.
Jolene was surprised and disappointed.
"I have to go to the bathroom."
She disentangled herself from Jim's embrace and awkwardly climbed to her feet. She was unbelievably sore and she felt used and abused. She made it into the bathroom, feeling like she was walking bow-legged. Her blouse and bra still hung loosely from her shoulders and her skirt hung wrinkled from her waist. Her sex felt damp and sodden. Lifting her skirt, she used the facilities and saw semen dribbling down her inner thighs showing that she was leaking cum from her vagina. Obviously, Jim had provided her with enough sperm to impregnate her if, in fact, the time was right and she was ovulating.
Taking a washcloth from the sink top, she dampened it with warm water and, still seated, she washed the lines of semen from her legs and perineum. There were streaks of blood mixed with the semen. It was blood from her torn hymen. Tears came to her eyes. This was not the way she wanted to give away her virginity. This was not the great adventure she expected sex to be. All of those 'experts' on the talk shows and in the books inferred that it would be great! They had lied to her!
Then she saw the stain on her skirt, her nice skirt. And tears poured from her eyes. She wept silently.
When her tears had passed, she drew herself up and slipped out of the skirt and, using another corner of the same washcloth, cleaned it as best she could. When she was finished, she looked at her skirt with the large wet spot. She wanted to put it on and leave. But she felt the responsibility on her shoulders. The monitor had told them that her duty was to get pregnant, to 'be fruitful and multiply'. And he had suggested having sex several times to increase the odds of successful insemination. Enjoying the process was not a requirement.
Jim had been selected as her mate. He was certainly smart. Apparently he had good genes. And his genes combined with her genes would produce a healthy child. In this post-disaster world, did she have the right to ask for anything more?
Determined to do her duty, Jolene washed her face and returned to the bedroom, feeling somewhat better and to some extent resigned to her fate. Her fate, her destiny, her function, at least for the moment. But there was no point in her blouse getting more wrinkled and possibly stained also.
Jim had taken off his shirt and moved to the bed during Jolene's absence. Lying on his side in the bed, Jim observed her return and noticed she was no longer wearing her skirt. He watched her stop at the credenza and take off her blouse to hang it up and slip out of her bra. She was not as well built as he had thought. She was a little thicker in the waist and her breasts were smaller and less perfectly formed than he had envisioned. One breast sagged lower than the other.
Almost naked, she approached him, holding out a washcloth with a stain tinted with red. "I thought you might want to see this," she said simply. "It's your semen and the blood from my broken hymen."
Astonished, Jim stared at the stained cloth and nodded. He was surprised, but secretly pleased that she would present the proof of her 'innocence' to him. But during her absence, he had already examined his own penis and seen the red streaks of her virginal blood.
To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by barnabus, for Literotica