So, I said, “Tim, how about if we go into the living room first, sit by the fire, and have a drink. I have some coke in the dry bar fridge. Why don’t you get us each one on ice.”
Tim started fixing the drinks, but he splashed coke on the counter, dropped several ice cubes on the floor, and almost dropped the two liter bottle. But he finally managed to get the drinks made and literally stumbled over to me on the couch in front of the fire. He handed me my drink and then sat in a straight back chair across from me.
Tim’s hand was shaking so much, he slopped a little of his drink on his hand. I thought, Oh, my big, macho, stud, what a little boy you really are. Somehow, Tim managed a shaky and choppy conversation with me as he downed his drink in two, quick gulps. This was followed by a fit of coughing with tears running freely down his cheeks. And once again, he had very red cheeks of embarrassment.
God, my pussy was screaming for attention and it was soaking wet now. I wanted to jump his bones so badly as my need was about to get out of hand. But, I knew I would have to go slowly with Tim or lose him.
So I next said, “Tim, why don’t you come over here and lie on your stomach on the couch. Let me rub some of the tenseness out of your back and shoulder muscles.”
I got up and watched him shakily walk over and lie down with a groan. Shaky or not, I did notice as he walked to me that he was sporting a large boner again under his tented pants front.
I climbed over Tim to straddle him with my knees, but kept my pussy up and off him as I rubbed and kneaded his shoulders and back. My God, was he tight and tense as a hundred pound bowstring at full pull!
Slowly, as I continued my gentle massage, Tim began to relax. After ten minutes of this, my now completely soaked pussy needed something. So, I lowered my pussy down onto Tim’s ass, but just barely. With a light touch of both hands and pussy, I put the two into synchronized motion on his back and ass.
Tim groaned and sighed. I didn’t want to come yet, so I said to Tim, “Turn over and I will do your front.”
“Noooo”, he almost sobbed.
I was startled. “Why not? What’s wrong?”
There was a lengthy pause before Tim answered with, “I came in my pants and the front of my jeans is soaked.
“Oh, is that all,” I replied, “You should see my panties. In fact why don’t you?”
I dropped my skirt and moved my legs to get it all the way off, leaving the tiny thong on.
Then I said, “Turn over, now.”
He did. His face was still crimson. I quickly undid his belt, zipped him down and slid his pants and underwear down to his shoes and took it all off before Tim knew what had hit him.
Tim’s cock was no monster, but it was long and quite fat. It was also standing straight up at full attention. It was pretty sticky with his orgasm of a moment ago. He had a really huge set of balls to go with this big dick. Tim was staring straight at my soaked panties. The color began to fade from his face. It looked as though all that color was going to the head of his uncut cock. And man, was that cock pulsing with energy and still oozing liquid.
I leaned forward and down to engulf that big piece of meat with my mouth before Tim knew what happened. I began sucking and licking like mad, cleaning up all the cock cream. His cock veins were bulging and pulsing so strongly, I could feel them throbbing against my tongue and cheeks.
Then I stuck my tongue between the foreskin and his cock head and gave him a real rimming. This drove him so wild that he orgasmed quickly, shooting another load of cream, this time straight down my throat. I did not miss a drop.
But, as I swallowed the last drop, my pent up sexual frenzy burst into a shattering orgasm that poured into my already soaked thong. It was too much for that tiny piece of cloth and pussy juice streamed through and around the thong to run down my thighs and onto Tim’s legs.
I guess all this broke the ice with Tim because he then said, all be it somewhat chokingly, “I ww w w ant to see that,” and proceeded to pull my thong off by breaking the elastic band.
My pussy is clean shaven and now it fairly glowed with my juice smeared all over it. Tim reached up very tentatively and lightly touched it with first one finger, then two, then three. His cock was still at full mast and began twitching and jumping again.
And that, I thought, is the joy of eighteen year old hormones in full flow!
I said, “Let’s get more comfortable and go get on the bed.”
Tim very vigorously nodded his head yes, his eyes all aglow as I grabbed him by his erect dick and pulled him after me into the bedroom. Standing beside the bed, I told him to unbutton my blouse. He was all fumbly fingered, so I said, “Slow down, you need to enjoy and tease when you undress a woman.”
Tim, as I have said before, was a fast learner. When he got the blouse unbuttoned, he slooowwlly peeled it off. He reached in back to undo the bra.
“It has a front clasp, Tim.”
He had trouble with it, so I said, “Let me show you how it works, Tim.”
I unhooked the bra and then sloooowwwly peeled the cups open to reveal my 34Ds to his gaze. My nipples were hard, stiffly erect, and pointing straight at him. I think he actually drooled saliva from the corners of his mouth. His eyes bulged and his cock just about went wild with its twitching. I thought sure he was going to cum. But he held it back–barely.
That left me totally naked and Tim naked from the waist down. I did a slow strip of his shirt. First I raised it high enough to clear his nipples and then held it there while I did a slow tongue job on each one. His cock was still twitching and bobbing like mad. Now it was his cock head that was drooling.
“Tim, put your hands on my tits!”
I gave him about thirty seconds and then stripped the shirt the rest of the way off him and pushed him backward onto the bed.
Jesus, did I again want to jump those bones of his, in the worst way! His cock was sticking straight up and jumping, pulsing, and throbbing like he hadn’t cum once, let alone several times already. But, I restrained myself. After all, I was initiating and teaching a virgin.
I then asked him, “Tim, have you ever been to bed with a girl before now?”
Once again, he turned crimson red and said, “No. To tell the truth, I have only heavy petted through clothes. One girl let me touch her tits, but inside her blouse and bra and that for only about sixty seconds. I never actually got to see them. Like a lot of guys, I guess, I just did a lot of bragging about stuff that never really happened.
God, where has this boy been?
Well,” I said, “We’ve a good start at fixing that, haven’t we?”
“Yeah,” he grinned.
“Well then, let’s continue the lessons. Stretch out beside me here and kiss me.” I could feel his erect cock beating and pulsing against my leg as we kissed. My tongue went out to play with his lips. It took a bit, but Tim finally caught on and opened his mouth. Our tongues began to duel as a wet Frenching commenced.
Dribbles of pre cum or cock cream were making their presence felt on me at the same time.
“All right, now nibble on my ear and kiss around on and down my neck to my shoulder. While you are doing that, take one hand and massage my tits. Pay particular attention to the nipples.”
Tim’s concentration on my tits and nipples caused his mouth the leave my face as he looked down in awe at his fingers.
“Keep kissing! Rub the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Harder! Pinch it! Pull it and snap it! Harder! Oh God, Tim, that feels so damned good, you’re doing great.”
While this was going on, I had grabbed his dick and slowly stroked it. I gloried in the feel of it; the pulsing veins, the rolling of the foreskin, and the hardness yet softness of that flesh pole.
“Now that your mouth is doing my tits, take a hand down to my pussy. Gently rub both sides of the slit, up and down with the two outside fingers on each side of your hand. Keep the middle finger up in the air first.”
He followed my instructions but got carried away a bit.
“Gently, gently, boy.”
He let up some of the pressure immediately.
“That’s better. Good. Now lower the middle finger into my slit, go in slowly and gently, ever deeper as you move up and down my pussy. Spread that pussy juice for lubrication, Tim.”
Again, he followed my instruction. The feelings he generated in my pussy were devine. My hips began to move in the eternal motions of eros in full bloom.
“Now, put your fingers in your mouth and suck them off and dry.”
Tim did and then he groaned and stifled a sob.
“Now wipe my pussy some more and then bring your fingers up to my mouth.”
He brought two pussy soaked fingers to my mouth for a sweet taste of myself.
“All right , Tim, now concentrate just on my pussy. Put your hand back there and continue. Now, take your thumb and forefinger and play with my clit. Here, I’ll show you where and what it is.”
I guided his fingers for a moment before he went off on his own rhythm of stimulating my clit.
“That’s it, pinch it, squeeze it, gently pull and snap it. Oh, God, Tim, keep going, don’t stop”
I was still slowly stroking Tim’s cock all this time, but now I began stroking and jacking for all I was worth. I think he was about dry of cock cream as he should have cum again, as quick on the trigger as he seemed to be.
“Now, rub my pussy some more. Put two fingers in my love tunnel now. In and out, Tim, In and out, but slowly. Now three fingers. That’s great, Tim, keep going. Oh, God!
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