My head was pounding. I couldn’t expect this, this was the ultimate, this was a woman’s secret place, her special gift. My hand froze, uncertain of how to proceed. All I knew was there should be an opening among this fuzziness.
Her lips left mine and she whispered, “Go on, Jack. Touch me there.”
Without daring to look down at what I was doing I let my virgin fingers grope around the hairs. Where was it? Where was that secret opening?
I felt her legs moving apart and her mouth close to my ear breathed, “Lower, Jack. Follow the groove.”
Groove? What groove? But even as the question formed my middle finger found a smaller indentation. Tracing it I found it seemed to form a little trench running down between her legs. I rubbed gently and became aware that the edges of this trench were swelling to my touch.
“Mmmmm.” Sadie’s breathed close to my ear. “My weakness. You’re finding my spot.”
The groove ran all the way down, right through to the back it seemed. Then suddenly there was moisture. My fingers were running along wet lips. I drew them back and then forward again. Repeated the action. Aware now of her laboured breathing, almost panting. On one forward movement there was a parting of the trench and there was something small and hard, like a miniature nipple under my fingers. But no hole—-where was that opening?
“Oh, God, that’s marvellous. Don t stop. That’s it. There. Oh, Jesus. Yes. Probe, Jack.”
I seemed to be too far back when without warning my middle finger sank into a wet pit, so far back that it took me by surprise. I pushed and my finger sank right in. I let another finger join it and prodded them both upwards and inwards.
Sadie was panting and gasping, kissing my face my hair my ears, tonguing into my mouth. “Oh, God, yes. Oh, God ”
I couldn’t believe how ignorant I had been. I didn’t even know that this glory hole was set so far back between a woman’s legs. And that was when I felt Sadie’s hand on my thigh, on my bulge. Oh, hell, I wasn’t sure about this. Nobody had touched me there. Not since I was a baby anyway. But I wanted it and didn’t, both at the same time. No woman had seen my cock, not in that enlarged state. Not in any state.
Sadie’s hands expertly opened my trousers. She was going to touch my naked cock. She was—-she was! My own fingers stopped their luscious probing as I gasped for air. Then her fingers were closing around my swollen member drawing it into the open. And the whole pressure of the episode was just too much as her fingers lightly caressed my bulging tip.
In despair, I realised what was going to happen, after all that had happened up to this point, the touch of her hand was all too much. My lower body seemed to explode. I looked up in time to see the first spurts bloom whitely over her fingers.
“Oh, dear,” she sighed. “An early bird.”
Ashamed, disgusted with myself I was about to apologise when she crooned, “But I catch the worm. Cum to mama. Don t go to waste.” And to my mix of joy and horror she stooped and closed her mouth over my oozing cock. She was taking my cum in her mouth. I hadn’t even known that was allowed. Vaguely I remember seeing a dirty picture that the lads passed around. But here was Sadie with her head in my lap, her mouth gently sucking on my spurting cock and taking every drop down.
After just a moment I felt myself softening and Sadie released me, raised her head, smiled and licked the cum from her hand.
“I’m sorry,” I said lamely.
“Sorry? For what? We haven t finished, Jack. And you can put your hand back where it was for a start.”
I glanced down at my pathetic little cock lying like a dead snail outside my pants. It didn’t seem likely that anything else could happen. I’d just been to the top of the world. Sadie saw my look and smiled.
“I’ll tell you what, Jack.” I think we need to be more comfortable. And she stood up and took my hand urging me to stand. Then she lead me through a door and we were in a bedroom, with a large double bed.
“Comfort, Jack. We’ve come this far. We might as well have comfort.”
I couldn’t see what we could do now. Did she mean we were going to sleep. Straight away I knew this wasn’t the case as she slipped completely out her robe and stood there totally, delightfully naked. Another first for me.
My eyes, bolder now, after what had gone before, roamed over the twin perfect breasts, bold, firm and pink tipped, that flat belly sloping down to the tawny patch of hair that I had explored but was seeing for the first time. She moved her feet and I caught a glimpse of the secret lips hidden down there.
“Now you,” she said and as I hesitated she stepped forward and began undoing my shirt.
My mother hadn’t seen me naked since I’d reached puberty. Nobody had. Even with my mates after football I was always a little embarrassed. Now here was this virtual stranger busy removing my shirt. Stranger? After what we’d just done?
She loosened my belt and my trousers dropped. Her hands slipped inside the waistband of my shorts. “You think I have a good body, Jack? ”
I nodded breathlessly and resisted saying’nice.'”Not bad for a thirty year old, is it?”
Thirty. She was thirty. I felt my face burning red as she slipped my shorts down over my hips, and stood back to look me up and down. I wanted the ground to swallow me. “You have a good body, too. Only yours will get better.” Her hand slid under my scrotum which made me jump. “Oh, Jack, you are going to make a lot of women happy. And I’m going to show you how. Let’s lie down.”
To my surprise her touching my balls had made my cock flicker upwards. I lay down across the bed, and she lay beside me.
“I have a need right now, Jack. So we’ll show you early stages later. For now just kiss my breasts again. Early stages? What did she mean? Later? When was later?
Earlier it had been one breast, now I had both at my disposal. I let my tongue flicker from one to the other, while my hands roamed over them, enjoying the friction. My eyes gaped in wonder at the way her nipples swelled to my mouthing. From time to time she muttered little instructions.
“Use your teeth. Yes there, gently. Now squeeze, then stroke. Now move your lips down over my belly.”
Oh, oh, this was taking me towards a new stage. My tongue tickled at her tiny navel.
On down. And the next tickling was her pubic hairs on my mouth. I couldn’t go any further. These weren’t the lips for my lips, were they?
“Touch first. Yes, fingers.” Her voice was husky.
I let my fingers move as they had before feeling out the petal folds as they opened to my touch. Moistness, aroma, heat. I felt my cock flexing itself, like a fighter returning to the fray.
“Open me. Yes thumbs on each side. You’re looking for the stone in a plum. Look. Look, Jack ”
My head was between her, legs my feet up near her head. I could never imagine what I was seeing. All that pinkness, layer on layer it seemed.
“See it, Jack? See my clit?”
Among the fold rose a tiny bud thing. Was that it? I wasn’t sure so I tentatively touched with my fingers.
“That’s it, Jack. My clit.” Her voice was strained, almost gasping. “Now put your tongue on it.”
My tongue there? This couldn’t be right. This wouldn’t be very pleasant, would it? Was this making love?
“Please, Jack. I need this—need it now.”
Reluctantly I leaned into it and flicked my tongue against that tiny target. For some reason my whole being trembled with excitement as she stiffened and gasped, “Oooh—yes, –do it—give it —lick it—lick it hard.”
My tongue began working as though it had a life of its own. Lapping at her little secret button. Her clit. I hadn’t even heard the word before. Back and forward went my tongue. Round and round. No taste, yet it was like supping on cream and the creaminess increased, as her legs spread and I found myself licking and probing until my tongue was guzzling into that mysterious hole without me even wondering about what I was doing.
“Oh, yes, we’re there, Jack.” And as she said it I felt her tongue licking the length of my semi-hard cock. I let my tongue run wild along her every widening creases, as she gasped and moaned. Her lips fastened around my cock and I could feel it swelling inside her mouth.
“No, I’ll—” I tried to warn her, recalling my earlier weakness.
“No you won’t,” she gasped.” I won’t let you.”
I could feel her tongue exploring the head and I felt so huge inside her and almost involuntarily I felt my hips thrust to push my cock deeper into her mouth, while my licking and probing with my tongue in her wetness got wilder and wilder.
Her mouth came away from my cock and I didn’t want it to, I glanced along the length of her belly and saw her pressing my organ against her breasts. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My meagre hand jobs never made it look that massive. It had never been so engorged, so fat.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Jack, you’ve got a wonderful lance here. I want it inside me.”
She sat up and I sat up looking at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes clouded with passion.
“Now, we’ll fuck,” she said flatly. It shocked my to hear her use the word. You must remember this was many years ago when that word was the worst thing you could say. Yet there seemed no better way of saying what we were going to do.
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