Literotic asexstories – Jill's First Toy by johnniedee004,johnniedee004
I
Jill was a very attractive, pretty, lady of thirty years. With straight, glossy shoulder-length dark copper-coloured hair, she looked at least ten years younger, with clear unblemished skin. With white even teeth and full lips, she looked for all the world like a film starlet – a young Audrey Hepburn perhaps. She was of average height, but with a narrow waist, not too full in the hips, having a superbly formed bottom! It showed at its cheeky best when she walked from the hip, with upright bearing, head held high.
Her breasts complemented her bottom in size and shape, self-supporting perfection, with coral-coloured areola, tipped with rose-coloured cone shaped nipples, which would swell to considerable proportions when aroused – which they often were. A ring of goose pimples surrounded the nipple.
When she looked at naked body in the mirror, Jill would run her hands over her shoulders, breasts, belly, resting on her furry friend. She would touch her clitoris lightly with he middle finger, feeling it throb slightly, sending a mild shudder through her belly. Between her thighs, her plump vulva with the inner labia peeping out, her long legs, perfectly shaped with pretty ankles, completed the picture. No wrinkles anywhere. Firm, smooth skin. No sign of her having had two children. She was very proud of her body – with every reason. It was perfect.
Wherever she went, men turned their heads. She was the envy of all her friends, and the centre of attention of their husbands. All wanted to take care of her, to father her. Which really meant that they wanted to make love to her. Jill was aware of this. It made her feel good to be admired for her looks.
It made her first husband jealous to think that she returned their envious looks. He often threatened to beat the beauty from her face should he find her returning their looks. So she was careful which men she smiled at.
To look at Jill, you wouldn’t think butter would melt in her mouth. She was the ultimate in child-like innocence. Her soft smile, her blue shining trusting eyes, all added to her appearance of vulnerability. Which is, of course, what the men found most attractive about her. If she caught them looking at her with desire in their eyes, one of her tricks was to cock her head slightly to one side, smile sweetly at them with a look of sympathy, as if to say ‘Sorry! I know you’re dying to have me – but I’m not available.’
Her innocent face belied her sexual appetite and her experience of men. If only they knew how much she adored the penis – the feel of it penetrating her most secret treasure – they would have been less reticent at chatting her up.
Of all the perfect parts of her body, none were more so than her vulva. Jill knew every wrinkle of it. She studied it in a mirror quite often, whilst grooming it. She admired the soft pubic hair, it’s coppery, silky curls, covering the pronounced mons, which hardened noticeably when aroused, before encasing the entire vulva in its silken web. Some wisps of hair were allowed to stray into the inner thigh on both sides. Other stray wisps were plucked to keep the shape neat and tidy.
The outer labia were plump and full, whilst the inner lips, rather darker in colour, draped from the tip of the vulva, as though hanging from the sensitive clitoris, before their folds reached their fleshy thickness on either side of the entrance to her rose-pink vagina, then joining together again at the base of the vulva. The overall effect was of an appealing entrance to her sensitive passage of delight, held in place by a golden web of beauty. The flesh of the inner labia was of a lightly marbled texture, which swelled up when aroused, to become smoother. The puckered vagina itself was set a little higher than usual for an English lady, making it that bit more accessible to a visiting penis, of which there had been quite a few afforded that privilege.
Being the keeper of such a perfect piece of feminine mystery, it’s not surprising that Jill treasured it. It was the very centre, the core of her physical being, besides the focal point of her emotional being. She was always aware of its existence. It was ever present in her mind. As she grew older, it ruled her life more and more. It was her furry friend. Her constant companion.
II
It was the music teacher at college who recognised her natural singing abilities and persuaded her to take up private lessons. She became an accomplished soprano and, now she was eighteen, she could audition to join the local, operatic society. The audition went well and she joined the chorus for Pirates of Penzance, enjoying the companionship. Although made welcome by most others in the group, there were a few unfriendly women. It was only jealousy, she was told. She looked years younger than her age, being such a frail-looking, artless young woman. Most members took to her.
She soon found out that the female leading singers tended to get a crush on their male counterparts. It was the fundamental nature of romantic musical comedies. Most leading men enjoyed the attentions of their leading ladies, some ending in permanent relationships. The chorus members took pot luck, but were just as predatory!
It was during this, her first production, that an older member of the chorus, Jim, who gave her a lift in his car to rehearsals, cheated her into masturbating him. Although no stranger to the penis – she had two brothers! – Jill was innocent of their potential. By this event she was to become completely bewitched by cocks. Jim had promised to get her a principal role in the next musical production if she was good to him. Being good meant slipping her hand into his trousers and jerking him off in his car.
After leaving rehearsal, he would park in a quite lane, switching off the engine. Putting his arm round her shoulder, he told her that she was very beautiful and one day she would be a star. But she required a little more experience of life. Until then she would remain in the chorus line. She must learn how to handle other people and look after her self-interest. As he chatted to her, he would take her hand in his and guide it to the stiff cock that he had released from his trousers. Looking down, Jill examined the stiff shaft in the half-light. It was certainly bigger than her brothers. It was squat and thick, warm and responsive.
As she jerked it up and down, guided by him, watching the magical foreskin slide up and down the head, she eventually allowed Jim to slide his hand up her skirt, his fingers touching her furry friend, now awash with her private honey. He certainly knew how to stimulate the pretty folds and touch up the secret button that opened the tap of her juices, making her gasp and squirm with pleasure.
Jill began to look forward to these sessions. At first, she wasn’t very good at masturbation, but with a little coaching by Jim, she became more expert. It was also her first experience of sperm. She was impressed by the way he grunted as his loins jerked in spasms. She marvelled at the way his penis ejaculated in short spurts, all over his hairy belly and her hand. She dabbled her fingers in the warm pool of white liquid. And, although he had no hand in her getting the singing part, he did leave her with an appetite for cock.
It eventually crossed her mind that married men were the ones more likely to keep their mouths shut. She’d feel safe having brief affairs with them. Fear of their wives discovering their indiscretions would guarantee their silence.
III
Her first real sexual action was with her leading man. Until then, however, Jill had been felt by other members of the society and managed to get her hands on their cocks.
The first was during the after-show party of that very first musical she appeared in. It was a warm spring evening and the days were beginning to lengthen. The party was held on the outskirts of town in the large rambling house of a member of the society. Jim had brought her in his car, stopping on the way for Jill to jerk him off for the last time, though she had decided she wouldn’t let him feel her on that occasion. Even so, it left her feeling randy.
When they arrived, the party was in full swing. These after-show parties were where you really got to know people. Rehearsals were reasonably social occasions, but you could never really mix with others all the rehearsal work to do. Jill was a centre of attraction by many of the men, being made very welcome in their group. Little did they guess that her loins were boiling over with lust.
To cool off, and to escape the heat of the room, Jill went strolling in the grounds in the evening dusk for some air. She was approached by Don, the stage manager, with a glass of wine in his hand.
Don had always admired Jill’s innocent beauty, speculating about her nakedness, as he stood in the wings of the theatre watching her on stage, longing to fondle her slender virgin body. She was really lovely! Seeing her walk alone down the garden, he decided to join her.
‘Hello Jill. Enjoying your first after-show party?’
‘Yes. It’s good fun. Everyone’s very kind to me. It’s hot in there though.’
‘Agreed. Let’s take a stroll to the bottom of the garden and back.’ He took her by the elbow.
‘You’ll go far, you know. Such a wonderful voice as yours, coupled with such beauty. That’s rare.’
‘Oh! You say that to all the girls, I’ll bet.’ Jill laughed lightly.
‘Oh, no! You’re special, you know. There’s a great future for you if you stick at it. You must audition for the next show.’
‘Oh, I intend doing that.’
They had reached the back fence where it was in the moonlight, the lights from the house not reaching that far. Don steered her behind a beech tree into the shadows. There, he put his arms round her and kissed her gently, still balancing the glass of wine.
Jill was surprised. She didn’t think Don was like that. She would get to learn that most men were! Jill enjoyed the feel of his moist lips on hers. She was fond of being kissed, and in her present state of arousal, it made her feel wanted. She knew that men wanted to touch her – she enjoyed their embraces. The fact that it was almost public increased the pleasure.
‘You are extraordinarily beautiful,’ he assured her. ‘Such wonderful eyes. I’m surprised you are out here alone.’
‘Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend, or anything like that.’
‘That’s a shame. No-one to share your beauty.’
‘I prefer being a lone agent,’ she told him, smiling sweetly into his eyes.
Encouraged by this, he swigged off the wine before kissing her again, a little firmer, his free hand caressing the swelling of her blouse. Finding no objection to his boldness, he slipped the hand up her blouse from the bottom, forcing the halter bra over the breast to fondle its naked softness. To his surprise and delight, Jill gasped heavily, wrapped her arms round him and returned his kiss.
Jill’s nipple was responding to the touch of his fingers, sending trickling sensations deep into her loins. She loved such undivided attention, and she was so hot between her thighs. Don was a good-looking fellow, she thought. Probably double her own age, with a wife probably looking for him in the house. But what the hell? Jill liked him a lot. He was very helpful to every one as stage manager, giving an atmosphere of optimism and calm. And he was on the auditioning committee! She broke away from the embrace, taking his wine glass, dropping it on the grass.
She turned back to him. ‘Kiss me again, please. I like it!’ she murmured seductively.
Needing no further words, Don wound his arm round her, reengaging with her soft breast. She smiled sweetly at him, held him close, and kissed him again, with eagerness. That did it! With his free hand, he lifted the side hem of her skirt, uncovering the lace-trimmed panties. Slipping his hand down the elasticated waist, over her smooth thigh, his fingers snaked between her thighs to the silky thatch of hair to discover the hot labia, wet and swollen! Jill murmured with pleasure and relief, as the touch on her fully erect clitoris triggered a flutter of excitement through her. That’s just what she needed.
Don could not believe his luck! At forty years old, he never for one moment imagined she would fancy him, let alone kiss him. Yet here he was, actually feeling the warm, soft vulva of the gorgeous girl he lusted after. It was tender, warm and silky. Extraordinary! Her secret passage was set a little higher than is usual for English girls, allowing exploring fingers easy access to its slick folds of soft flesh. She was very wet! She was very aroused. His mind was ablaze with hunger for this slender, frail young woman. His body was in a confusion of desire. His penis was at full stretch. He was desperate to mount her and penetrate that stunning vagina.
It was Jill’s turn to explore. She grappled with the front of Don’s trousers, releasing the throbbing penis. She was impatient to handle his cock, to satisfy her curiosity. Still engaged in a passionate kiss, their mouths grinding together, Jill jerked avidly. It gave her a strange feeling of wickedness to be grappling with the cock of a man whose unsuspecting wife was not far away. Someone else’s property always thrilled her. It was a challenge for her. Gave her a sense of power over them. She knew he was mad for her!
Giving rein to their passion, they masturbated each other feverishly, breathing hard into the other’s mouth. Jill’s furry friend was impatient, desperate for attention, on the verge of orgasm all evening, so that it was Jill who first reached her orgasm, with flexing loins with groans and whispers of ‘I’m coming. I’m coming!’ The anguish swept over her.
After sighing with relief, Jill sensed Don’s climax approaching. Breaking away, turning to one side, she continued to jerk the solid cock. A glance towards the house made sure nobody was coming to interrupt, as she increased her jerking. Don’s loins jerked and rolled, head thrown back, eyes screwed up. During his spasmodic breathing, she studied the long hard cock. Not very thick, but long and curved. Then it exploded, spurt after spurt splashing on to the grass.
‘Yes! Yes!’ Jill muttered to herself, watching each jet emerge. ‘Wonderful. Such power!’
Quickly rearranging their clothes, they strolled back to the house as though nothing had happened. Jill looked serene and composed, but Don was still panting with the unexpected excitement, his head still spinning. Jill refused his suggestion that they should meet up sometime.
‘No thanks Don. A one-off. I happened to be ready for it, that’s all. Let’s just leave it at that. A lovely episode for us both – nothing more. Not yet anyway.’ She left him with a glimmer of hope for the future.
They were met at the French windows by Derek, the musical director. It was noisy in the room with everyone chattering away.
‘Ah! There you are Jill. I’ve been looking for you. Time for your party piece.’ He called out. ‘Quiet folks. Jill has chosen to sing “Summertime” for us.’
The noise abated. Derek sat at the piano, with Jill standing by his side, and began the introduction. Jill’s voice soared. Such control! She really had a beautiful voice, still in training. The whole company was mesmerised by her performance, bursting into spontaneous applause when she finished. Even the leading soprano joined in the ovation.
The director for the company was James. He came across to her to congratulate her on her lovely voice. They stood close together, side by side as the other party pieces were played out. Then the hostess called out, ‘Grub up!’
James and Jill went to the buffet table and chatted together. He made her laugh. They got on well. Others looked sideways at them, wondering what they were up to. When it was time for Jill to go, she made her excuses to the hostess, but James insisted on driving her home, saying it was time he left as well. Jill was glad of the offer, since she wanted to ditch Jim as her escort and move up the management ladder!
James’ car was a large saloon with bench seat and column gear change. It was parked with others down the lane at the side of the house. There was no street lighting, but the moon was still shining. They continued their chat as James unlocked the doors of the car, holding the passenger door open for Jill to climb in, before walking round to his side of the car.
‘Well! It’s been very pleasant talking to you Jill. It’s something we don’t get a lot of time for during rehearsals.’
‘Thanks! You’ve been very kind.’
He closed his driver’s door. ‘Not at all. You will be auditioning for the next show I expect?
She turned to him. ‘Oh, certainly! That’s if you think I should.’
James laughed softly. And without warning, he leaned across to her and kissed her lips lightly. Jill remained passive as the kiss lingered.
‘Hmm!’ James murmured. ‘Delicious. Of course you should audition.’ Then he put his arm round her neck and kissed her again. Jill leaned back into the seat, allowing his mouth to explore her lips, chin and neck. James was pleased that she was not offended by his attention. He didn’t usually go for young women. After all, she was younger than his own daughter. But he was still a very handsome figure, six feet tall, well built, clear blue eyes, with hair greying at the temples perhaps, but otherwise a full head of fair-haired curls.
‘You don’t mind my kissing you?’ he asked softly.
‘Why should I?’ Jill whispered hoarsely. ‘I like being kissed. Besides, you’re a good kisser.’ She flattered him to bring him on, by holding James’ head between her hands, pulling him over her as their lips pressed together for the third time.
‘I thought I might he too old for you.’ He murmured.
‘Rubbish. But you are married to a very beautiful and very elegant lady. I’m very ordinary compared with her.’
‘Don’t you believe it!’
‘Where is she tonight, by the way? I thought she’d be here with you.’
‘Ah! She has an after-show party of her own. Just finished playing Cleopatra, so there’s no hurry to get home as far as I’m concerned.’
‘Perhaps she’s in the arms of her Anthony right, being felt up.’ Jill laughed lightly. ‘Joke!’
‘Oh, that’s possible! Could be. She’s a very sexy woman. Besides, it’s quite common for romantic leads to become temporary lovers in real life.’
‘Perhaps it’s a swell she can’t see you now!’
Their eyes shone in the pale moonlight. They met. He kissed her again, pushing her lips apart with his tongue, sparring with her own pointed tongue. Their lips investigated each other, gently chewing, mouth gradually opening to allow tongues to explore each mouth. Both had a hand behind the other’s head, crushing their faces together.
James was overjoyed that Jill was responding to his kisses. He didn’t often get involved with girls from the chorus, but this one was special. She was going somewhere. Her extraordinary innocent beauty – her slender figure with its perfect curves, were all very attractive to him. All the men found her appealing. He had wanted to take her in his arms and embrace her. So it was natural that he should slip his hand inside her blouse to stroke her perfect breasts – so soft and white.
Jill continued to kiss him ardently to encourage him to remove her breast from the confines of its bra halter, to stimulate the swollen nipples with his fingertips. The usual sensation of mild quivering reached Jill’s groin, filling her furry friend with a supreme feeling of anticipation and desire. She murmured with happiness. This was the cock she wanted. This was the man to help shape her career. But she decided not to rush things. He would feel for her vulva soon, she knew.
And he did. No man is content with the breast alone. Breaking off from the kiss, James transferred his mouth to the succulent nipple now exposed to his desire. He was alive with lust and craving for this delicious young lady. He would try his luck further. His right hand slid up her inner thigh, fingertips tracing a delicate pattern. Finding that Jill did not oppose him, they continued until they reached the gusset of her silk pants.
Still no objection from Jill. In fact he felt her thighs part slightly. James eased the gusset to one side, feeling for the touch of her silken hair, guarding the entrance to her most delectable private flesh. The exquisite texture of her labia sent him into an ecstatic feeling of joy. He now had that enchanting, plump virgin vulva in the palm of his hand. It was soft, warm and inviting, the wet lips pressing into the hand. He was over the moon!
It was when Jill managed to wriggle out of her pants and offer her open thighs to him that the full glory of her genitals could be explored. The hem if the dress had ridden up to her thighs, giving James access to her white, smooth thighs and exquisite vulva encased in its web of golden curls. He was sorry it was so dark. He couldn’t see anything much of this delightful piece of flesh. As he began to explore the secrets of her most private part, Jill brought his head up to kiss him once again.
It was time for Jill to make her move. Smothered by the kiss, she groped at his trousers to touch the stiffness hiding beneath the cloth. She gradually unfastened the flies, utterly determined to explore this cock, removing it from the confines of his pants. Jill grasped her hand firmly round the shaft.
It was astonishing to James that within a few minutes of getting in the car, they were already grappling each other’s genitals. Jill was purring with desire. Her perfect furry friend was dilating with pleasure with the attention it was getting.
In Jill’s hand was a glorious penis. A handsome prince fit to worship at her shrine. It felt enormous to her. Certainly the largest she had experienced to date! Investigating the contours, Jill found it solid and straight, with a network of thick, gnarled veins, like whipcord under the surface. She placed her thumb over the tip to feel the pearl of liquid gathered in the opening of his foreskin. Jill worked his enormous cock up and down, slowly at first, then more urgently. The sheer thrill of fondling such a majestic weapon – for that’s what it was – increased the tensions mounting inside her.
It was a delightful revelation to Jill when she finally realised that no two cocks were the same. It was the same with vulvas. So it was always with a feeling of eager expectation that she took hold of a new penis. Such a thrill.
They were both now masturbating each other feverishly in the dark, in a delirium of ecstasy. Her inner muscles clutched hungrily at the probing fingers, already beginning to flex with the start of an orgasm. Jill was moaning and gasping with delightful agony. She was lost in excitement. Her vagina was flexing rapidly.
‘Oh God! Make me come,’ she whispered softly and urgently, spurring him on. ‘Make me come!’
But James was the first to come with a loud grunt. Jill felt the jet of sperm gush onto her breast, followed by several more splashing on to her blouse in the process. She didn’t care! She cried out in joy! ‘Yes! Yes!’ The mere experience of feeling his ejaculating cock triggered off her own staggering release.
‘I’m coming! I’m coming!’ she wailed to herself. ‘Don’t stop! Keep going!’ The massive wave of emotion crashing over her, making her loins jerk with its force.
Each new orgasm came on Jill as a surprise. A new thrill, as though each time was the very first climax she had experienced. Masturbation gave her such a wonderful feeling.
They sank back exhausted and dishevelled, panting.
‘Sorry Jill,’ James said after a pause. ‘I don’t know what came over me.’
‘Lust,’ she replied, breathless. ‘Don’t apologise. I could have stopped you had I wanted to. But I didn’t.’ In fact had he fucked her at the height of her orgasm, she wouldn’t have been able to stop him.
He smiled to himself. It gave great satisfaction to bring such a lovely lady to orgasm.
‘Will your wife be home when you get there?’
James looked at his watch. ‘Not yet. As you said, she probably got herself felt up at her party and will want a good fuck when she gets home.’
‘Lucky her! With that marvellous specimen of manhood to do it with.’
‘Perhaps lucky me as well. She is a very resourceful lover.’ He paused. Dare he mention it? Why not? Perhaps one so young might be offended. He’d risk it.
‘My wife loves oral sex. Do you?’
For a moment, Jill said nothing. ‘Don’t know. Never tried it.’
‘Would you like to try it now?’
Unsure what to think or say, in the darkness, Jill looked into his glimmering eyes enquiringly. She had never come across oral sex before. She was curious. ‘Go on then. Show me.’
It was necessary for James to push her thighs apart before squatting down between them in front of the passenger seat. With both his hands, he felt his way up her supple inner thighs to her vulva, found the yielding labia to draw the lips apart. The entrance to her vagina was exposed and the stiffened clitoris at the top of her vulva. James leaned his face into her, applied his mouth to the fleshy collection of folds and flaps, and ran his tongue up the whole mouth-watering gash. Jill was awash with her love syrup. James had a passion for vaginal juices. This one was slightly salty – tangy – it tasted delicious.
But there was no time to ponder on the taste. As his lips fastened on to her clitoris, Jill’s loins lunged violently at the touch. Wow! She gasped loudly. And when his tongue teased her buttin, Jill immediately went into orgasmic spasms that tore through her belly. She had never experienced anything like it before. It was scary! The contractions went on and on as she squirmed, jerked and whimpered with thrilling delight ripping through her. It was with some difficulty that James kept his mouth glued to her vulva, taken back by the intensity and ferocity of her response, but still munching at the wonderful morsel until she stopped whimpering.
A breathless Jill eventually subsided. ‘Wow!’ was all she could say.
‘Did you like it?’ James asked as he got back on the seat.
‘Phew! Love it! Fantastic!’ Jill had never known such a shattering occurrence.
Without saying a word, James took Jill’s head in his hands and drew it to his lap where his stiff cock was waiting.
‘Open your mouth,’ he whispered.
Not knowing what to expect, Jill did as she was asked, only to feel James cock being pushed into it. Gosh! Another new experience for her. She loved cock, but did she love it this much? James gradually, and gently started to fuck her mouth. Cautiously, she tasted his secretion still lingering in his foreskin, running her tongue round the head. It tasted faintly of bleach – not at all unpleasant. She started to suck at it softly, putting her hand round the base to prevent it from choking her. Deep throat was not yet in her repertoire!
As the cock slid in and out of her lips, Jill jerked it with her hand until she felt the buttocks tighten and flex. The tension built up inside James’ loins. Suddenly, she felt the discharge in her mouth. Thick and tangy. Having no suitable tissue to hand, she smeared it round her gums with her tongue, swallowed it and sat up in her seat.
‘You’d better take me home.’ she was hurriedly adjusting her clothing, struggling back into her knickers, ‘or there’ll be nothing left for your wife.’
‘I’ll manage,’ he laughed.
What a tremendous evening. Jim, Don and James! The two last ones completely unexpected. After washing through her stained blouse, Jill finally got to bed She meditated on the three very different cocks she had milked that evening, and the final wonderful oral experience with James. That really was something! Oral sex was something she had never contemplated. She must try it again, she thought, gently stroking her vulva and clitoris until she brought herself to a peaceful orgasm.
She drifted off to a restful sleep knowing that her next audition would be a success.
IV
The musical society had its annual dinner dance, but their wives accompanied all the men, so there was no chance of any casual affair, though Jill managed a dance each with James and Don. They chatted about the previous show, assuring her how wonderful she was looking and what heady perfume she wore. Both got their hands on her bare shoulders, wanting to get them on her private area, but had to be satisfied with exchanged meaningful looks, and nothing else. She took a taxi home to avoid unwanted attention from one or two of the flirty lads whose only interest in her was to feel her furry friend. And anyway, it was the wrong time of the month for her.
During the daytime, Jill worked in an insurance office with other women. There were no men below the manager. He was in his forties and it was well known that he was having an affair with the supervisor, Audrey. She was a married woman with two children in their early teens. So there were no male distractions for Jill. She was content to concentrate on with her singing studies without interference from sexual matters.
The summer passed quickly with no emotional upsets for Jill. Auditions were planned for September. Of course, her own natural acting abilities, her singing and her dazzling looks got her the soprano lead in The Mikado. The male lead was given to an impressionable young tenor she hadn’t met before. Dave had recently joined the company and, although he was not very tall, when he sang, it was clear why he had been given the part. A lovely voice. Well built, and dark-haired, he had brown mischievous eyes, lots of confidence and a ready laugh. He was, in fact, a lot of fun. Jill took to him straight away.
During rehearsals, their eyes would meet in an intimate exchange. Off the rehearsal floor Jill would hold his hand to maintain physical contact. Their voices blended together superbly. He was Jill’s first romantic stage partner and she got a crush on him! As he held her in his arms she felt her loins melt.
No stranger to stage affairs, Dave encouraged her be returning her earnest looks. He found her very attractive and seductive. It seemed to him that she started to give him the encouragement to seduce her. So he decided to test it out, by suggesting they met one Saturday afternoon at his house to practice their duets. Jill quickly agreed.
Dave’s mother worked in the local hospital giving him several opportunities to fix a date for Jill’s visit. Being also an accomplished pianist, he needed no other musician present. She stood at the side of the piano and they sang their numbers. During the most romantic one, they gazed into each other’s eyes with deep affection. When the song came to an end, he stood and went to her.
Dave took her in his arms and gazed intently into her dark eyes. She was truly beautiful. Jill looked so trusting and ingenuous. Their lips came together in a long kiss as his right hand carefully unfastened each button on her blouse before slipping into the halter bra she was wearing, to caress the soft white breast. He felt the nipple stiffen. Moving his mouth to the side of her neck and earlobes, Dave continued to stimulate her whilst he pushed the blouse from her shoulders, to fall to the carpet.
With a soft sigh of contentment, Jill closed her eyes in a romantic trance. The joy of feeling her breasts being fondled by delicate fingers stiffened the nipples to their full size. Enjoying the texture of Dave’s warm lips kissing her face and neck, Jill reached behind her back to unclasp the bra and shrug it away, leaving her breasts open to his lips. His mouth immediately fastened on the sensitive nipple sending ripples of exhilaration through her body.
Jill’s mouth went dry when she felt her loins give a jolt, as the muscles in her vagina stimulated the glands to lubricate her passage. Her arms broke out in goose pimples. She was longing for him to take her, desperate to feel his fingers inside her, but happy in the certainty that he would. Her anticipation was soon realised. She sensed Dave’s hand steal under the hem of her skirt, caressing the smooth skin on its path to her secret and most sensitive part making her limbs shiver with expectancy. The hand cupped her vulva, now oozing freely with her love juices. Her legs turned to jelly as Dave lowered her onto the leather settee, hand still smothering her furry friend.
Kneeling beside her, Dave concentrated on the soft vulva, exploring the outer contours with his fingers. Unable to stifle his impatience for longer, he unbuckled her waistband and drew the skirt over her ankles, followed by her knickers. Jill now reclined naked on the settee, eyes half-closed, a look of contentment on her face, a picture of happiness and sheer physical beauty.
Dave stared in admiration at her perfect vulva, stroking it tenderly, probing the soft folds, taking in every detail of the gorgeous lips. The prominent mound with its silky covering, the pale clitoris peeking from beneath its hood, the pouting, swollen labia. With both hands, he carefully opened the thighs wide for a full view. He studied it for a few seconds, transfixed by the vagina dilating and contracting, leaking its juices. He leaned his face into the vulva and kissed it lightly. Jill trembled at the touch, and when he fastened his mouth over both lips and clitoris to taste the succulence of her sweet mystery, she jolted with the shock, and squirmed with loud gasps of ecstasy as an unexpected series of intense spasms swept through her. She clutched the vulva in both hands for it to calm down.
Whilst Jill recovered, it didn’t take Dave more than two or three seconds to get out of his clothes. Jill opened her eyes to watch his stiff penis come into view. It stood upright against his belly, jutting from its nest of dark curls, hard and straight, throbbing with desire. His stomach muscles rippled with tension. His body was lean and taut, with a light growth body hair on his chest and belly. Jill reached out for the thick cock. Pulling Dave towards her, he knelt beside her for allow the stiff manhood to be fondled and studied, whilst he continued his close examination of her shine, her treasure trove. His hands were everywhere, smoothing her shaking belly, caressing the breasts.
Compared to other cocks Jill had seen, this was the most handsome by far. Perhaps because she wanted it to be. Not excessively long, but thicker than any of the others. With the foreskin half retracted, the head was already leaking. Jill brought it to her lips to kiss and suckle. She fondled it with great affection. Her loins were in turmoil, boiling with lust and hungry for this mate to penetrate the love tunnel. Jill decided that Dave should be the very first man to penetrate her furry friend proper. She would give him her virginity. Her maidenhead. She had been wanting to lose it for some time. This was the occasion.
Positioning himself between her open thighs, his thick shaft nudged the lips aside to find the entrance it was so eager to explore. With hands resting on each of Jill’s pale thighs, Dave paused to relish the moment of penetration. He wanted to savour the elation as he slid his cock slowly into the depths of Jill’s honeyed temple of delight. It was wet and tight. This was probably the most tender vagina he had entered. It was a beautiful moment for him.
‘Oh God!’ Jill wailed with a sob, eyes screwed tight ‘It’s marvellous – beautiful.’ Her long cry as the shaft stretched her folds apart was half joy, half anguish.
As he began to fuck her slowly, Dave watched the eager soft labia lips cling tight to his thick withdrawing cock as though begging it to return inside her temple. He listened to her agonising sobs of surprise and delight – he looked on in amazement as he drove his cock in and out of her, making love to this goddess of beauty, this stunning female body, never before entered and explored by man’s penis.
In her joyful trance, Jill grunted with each thrust of this Prince of cocks plundering her virgin treasure. She was delirious – filled with desire – the sensation was unspeakably wonderful. Every thrust was a thrill for her. Words could never describe the miracle of the joy of sex. The slight pain as his penetration stretched her had gone – only supreme exhilaration deep down in her loins. She toyed with her clitoris to enhance the pleasure, her head rolling from side to side with untold delight. Her belly was knotting up – muscles tightening and flexing. Her first orgasm with her Prince embedded inside her shrine, was approaching fast. Waves of emotion rose and fell. An enormous curtain of lust crashed into her loins, hurling her thighs into the air. She howled – she wept – she beat the shoulders of her conqueror in utter ecstasy as he tried to maintain his rhythm.
Dave was unable to control his climax either. Working feverously in Jill’s heaving thighs, his spring tightened quickly until, as she subsided from her orgasm, he was forced to withdraw his throbbing cock to eject his first jet of sperm high over her breasts to splash her cheek and splatter her breasts and belly with pearls of his juice. His cock seemed to spurt for ever!
Jill looked down their bodies. She watched the emission with fascination. This was the first time she had witnessed an ejaculating cock in broad daylight. It was thrilling! She was a woman at last! She had been deflowered by a handsome mighty cock of a wonderful man of her own choice. She was overflowing with love and joy for the conqueror of her love temple – the one who had unlocked her secret and stolen her virgin jewel.
They engaged in an orgy of sex – oral sex, exploring every piece of each other’s body with their tongues and teeth. Tasting each other, nibbling genitals. When Dave chewed on her vulva, fingering deep into the wet vagina, almost brutally squeezing the pliant labia, he lapped at her gash for a second time. Jill was more able to control the sensations in her body, taking fantastic delight in holding back the demands of her loins, gradually reaching her orgasm. She relived the incredible feelings deep in her loins, before sucking on Dave’s cock, to bring him once again to a spurting climax, splashing over his belly. She could study the sperm intently. Their second fuck was more relaxed. More deliberate. More consciously pleasurable. Every stroke of his cock a delightful experience
Eventually, reluctantly, Jill had to leave her leading man. It had been a most perfect introduction to the joy of uniting bodies together in the act of love. Male and female exploring each other. Fulfilling and satisfying.
It wouldn’t last, of course. After one repeat performance, the show went on. And when it closed, they parted, Jill to new leading men who diverted her sexual interest from the previous one.
She would always remember Gilbert & Sullivan for introducing her to the joys of sex.
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