Jake Hancock and I decided to sleep in the morning after an extremely strenuous evening, night and even a few interesting bouts of intimacy after midnight.
I told him I thought we should both call into work this morning and delay going in until the afternoon. Then blushing I suggested, “Besides, that’ll give us a chance to fuck at least one more time.”
He grinned. “Did I ever tell you, I love the way you think, Cricket?”
Each of us kept our eyes open and riveted on the other person’s eyes as his hips moved up between my thighs and his long thick erection found that the pliant cleft of my cunt gave way to his insistent probes. My concentration was on those deep brown black eyes. All I felt was the thrill of an entire world spiraling inward to center at the junction of where his loins met mine, where my body sensed his massive flesh prodding inside of me.
Well that morning Jake Hancock made me cry. First he lied to me and told me I was the most beautiful in the world for the whole time we made love. That’s okay. I can handle that kind of lie. However, he later told me that I was the best lover he’d ever had and that the mere fact that I’d given into his request as quickly and wholeheartedly as I did made him feel like more of a man.
“More of a man?” Every time I felt the bulk and width of his erection slide into me, I had no doubts about his manliness.
Finally after not too much coaxing my young man closed his eyes, grunted a deep shudder out loud which echoed through the bedroom and I felt the wet, sticky heat which told me that we’d become pair bonded once again. “More of a man?” Good lord, the amount of sperm that young man leaves behind when he cums!
Anyway, he thanked me for loving him, and he said I was the best lover he’d ever had again, and he loved me. That’s when I started crying. I couldn’t help myself. I told him I loved him and wanted only the best for both of us, so naturally that made him want to continue making love to me.
I think I must have awakened around 10:30 am or so. It looked like Jake was still asleep. I went into the bathroom to pee and then to shower. Jake woke up almost immediately and I watched his glistening muscular body start to step into the shower as I stepped out. Even though I was drenched and had a head full of sopping wet hair, we stopped long enough to exchange a lovely lingering good morning kiss. It was that special kind of kiss that only comes the morning after. I told him I’d grab him another towel and walked toward the towel closet. Naturally, when I turned my back to him, my bare ass presented a prominent target which Jake’s hand slapped possessively.
I brought him back a clean, fluffy towel as he climbed into the shower, and I continued to dry myself off. Then I wrapped the towel around my head grabbed a loose terrycloth robe before I went into the other room.
Once I walked into the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bag of fresh spinach leaves, a couple of onion greens, celery leaves and a slice of green pepper. I also pulled out a litre of ice cold water and my triple green powder. If I prepared them ahead of time, it doesn’t take long to assemble the ingredients in a blender. Soon the noise of the blender filled my apartment as my green spinach juice liquefied at high speed. I set the timer for thirty seconds and allowed the mixture to frappe for the full half a minute.
“Whoa! There’s a partially naked woman making all sorts of nasty noises in the kitchen,” Jake said when he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Whatcha doing?” “Making my green juice. You want to try it again?”
I noticed a curious expression cross his face as he shrugged. ” Heck, I’ll try anything as long as it doesn’t kill me.” Then he broke into a big grin. “Duh! If it killed me, then I could only try it once!”
“I’ll just pour you a little glass.”
I pulled a small juice glass out of the cupboard and I poured him half a glass. “Don’t start until I pour my own,” I said. Whereupon, I poured myself a full twelve ounce tumbler full of liquid.
“Cheers,” I said and we both slugged the initial drink down.
“Oh that’s still just as disgusting as it was yesterday!” Jake grimaced after the first swallow.
I laughed. “Some people never get used to it, I guess.”
“Why in God’s name do you drink this stuff?”
I placed my hand on his cheek and brought my face up close as if to kiss him. “Do you remember how moist and accommodating I felt when you thrust deep into me last night and this morning?”
He whistled softly and nodded his head. “It’d be hard to forget.”
I smiled. “This is one of the reasons I give certain long and thick intruders such intimate gushing baths at just the right moment.” Then I downed the rest of my glass. “It’s both giving and selfish on my part. Besides it doesn’t hurt that all my careful prep makes my partner feel loved, too.”
A nice bulge began to build up behind the towel he had wrapped around his waist. I reached down to fondle the bulge behind the towel.
“We’re not going into work til this afternoon, right?”
“Got something on your mind?”
I sighed. “Let me finish my green juice. I think I’m going to need some extra internal moisture, don’t you?”
He reached out and took me into his arms. “Like I said, I love the way you think.”
***
I went into the lounge on the third floor at break-time and there’s this TV there which is usually tuned to cable–CNN or some other cable news, you know. So as the lunch break progressed what came on but that commercial for one of those dot-com dating and match-up services.
Suddenly I had this whacko idea, and I wanted to get it down on paper.
My idea:
A shaved bald-headed young black man with a big smile, big brown eyes and a handsome face stands next to a very light brown haired, older white woman who doesn’t smile as widely, but her eyes definitely beam when she looks up at him. Leaning against him, she keeps looking up at his face shyly but possessively. She is very white, but her cheeks are so pink they almost glow.
The black man begins. “Imagine our surprise and delight when “eSexuality.com” matched so many of our traits in common.”
She smiles into the camera. “They match you to an individual who really fits your needs.”
“Right!” He dropped his head close to hers. “If you look forward to making love to your partner after a Saturday night out on the town, “eSexuality.com” will find you the woman of your dreams.”
“Exactly,” the woman replied. “I had no idea that their questionnaire would need my opinion about our compatibility as far as the girth of his penis and my pussy–but there it was!”
“From the very first she was perfect to slide my cock up into for hours at a time.” He grinned even wider. “And our compatibility questionnaire even included the important question about whether she’s willing to have children.”
“So do we recommend “eSexuality.com?”"
“For hours at a time!” He throws his arms around her and kisses her neck.
She laughs and squeals. “Oh you!”
***
I was so happy to get off work that afternoon, as I’d made a rather important dinner date with Jake. He took me to a dark atmospheric bar in the Heights I’d never been in before. It seemed like a pretty straight place mixed black and white crowd. All rather comfortable. Dinner was really good. The food tasted very spicy, but flavorful.
When we were almost finished with our meal, Jake made a demand that startled me.
At first I couldn’t believe it when we sat in an out of the way booth and my lover whispered in my ear and instructed me to go back to the Ladies room and remove my panties as Jake was planning to keep them in his pocket for the rest of the day. I was shocked so I’m sure my face must have turned red. I know I protested, but he kept demanding, so to keep the peace in the restaurant, I gave in and headed for the powder room.
I felt so cheap sitting in a stall, stripping off my panties and putting them in my purse, but I did it anyway. When I came out, Jake stood up and gestured that I should sit next to him on the same side.
Hesitantly I slid into the booth.
Then Jake told me to give my panties to him.
“Nooo…” I whispered in protest. I clutched my purse on top of my lap.
“Give ‘em here.” Jake demanded. I know I blushed again and pulled them out, quickly slipping them to him under the table.
“Uh-uh…Over the table. Where everyone can see.”
I turned red. “Jake, I can’t!”
“You can and you will.” He held out his hand flat right in the center of the table. “In fact, now I’m going to have you wait one minute more before you hand them to me.”
“What do you mean?” I looked into his eyes. “Why?”
“You’ll see.” Jake took a swig from his beer. “Okay, hand them here right now.”
I placed my balled up panties in his open hand over the table, but he let them spread out so just anyone could see what I’d handed him. Then I realized that he’d timed our little drama perfectly as the waiter was seating a table full of three couples out for a pleasant evening at the very next table to us.
I felt the heat rise up along my neck and cheeks.
“Thank you, Cricket.” Jake told me very loudly. “I’ll hang onto these for the rest of the night.” I watched him stuff them into his front pocket. Then he pulled my appetizer plate closer to him.
“Scoot over here right next to me.” Jake instructed, and I moved until my thigh was up against his.
Then I felt Jake’s near hand slip under the hem of my dress and slowly work its way up my thigh. Our smart assed waitress came over to check on us. She looked at my soda water. “Are you planning on nursing that thing all night, hon? We got a business to run.”
“She’ll have another one.”
“Jake, I don’t want another one.”
“Sure you do. Relax and enjoy yourself.”
Enjoy myself? I was a bundle of nerves already, and that’s when I felt Jake’s hand slide slowly deliberately under the hem of my dress up my thigh to rest on my bare leg.
I looked over to Jake as his hand continued up my left leg. “What’s going on here?” I murmured softly.
“A little exercise in trust,” Jake replied. And with those exact words, two of Jake’s fingers slipped between my sensitive pussy lips. I know my eyes must have widened showing shock at every single movement their fingers made. We stayed seated through another beer for Jake and another soda water and lemon for me. All the time we sat close to each other, my young companion boldly had his hand up my dress, fingering me under the table.
I fought the urge to cum in public as long as I could, but I know my face, neck and chest flushed red as at least twice as I succumbed to two silent shivering orgasms right at the table. Finally, Jake pulled his hand away.
“You ready to go back, Cricket?”
I sighed in relief. I don’t think I could’ve taken any more. “I suggest you wash your hands before we go.”
Jake looked at me. “What a great idea! Thank you, dearest.”
Now he had me confused. “Thank me for what?”
“We should be okay here for about five or ten minutes.” Jake took me aside and whispered into my ear. “Follow me to the men’s room and wait outside until I give you the signal.”
“What?” I looked into his eyes to see if he was putting me on, but his eyes were serious.
“You heard me. Haven’t you ever done something on impulse before?”
My disbelief hung in my voice. “Impulse?”
“Go on, babe.” He took my arm. “Follow me back into the restroom.”
I walked hesitantly behind Jake and watched his back disappear into the men’s room. In a manner of moments he opened the door and signaled to me. I ducked into the men’s room not really caring if anybody saw me or not. I got the feeling this wasn’t a unique activity in this bar. Jake grabbed me by the arm and rushed me into a stall. Closing the stall door and pushing me against the graffiti covered wall, he then grabbed the bottom hem of my dress and lifted it up past my hips.
“Hold onto the skirt material for second, Cricket.” He undid the front button and zipper of his jeans and dropped them to the floor and then pushed down his boxer shorts. “Oh my God, Jake!”
“Shhh!” Leaning hard into me, my young lover guided his dick right up to my cunt, and with two or three well aimed jabs, he pushed his cock straight up between my labia lips. He began to thrust and jam eagerly with erected dick, trying to bring both of us to a quick climax. Unable to help myself, I gasped out a soft moan into his ear.
Suddenly, we both heard the men’s room door open. I did my best to stifle my moans against his chest while we waited in panic. Then we both heard the sounds of pee splashing against the porcelain urinal.
Once he heard the sound, Jake continued to shove his erect penis slowly up into my open pussy–all the while the stranger urinated. Finally we heard the sounds of the sink running, a soap dispenser and then the door opening again.
He picked up speed once more. Clamping his mouth hard against mine, he pushed his tongue into my mouth with the same erratic rhythm that his cock pressed up into my loins. I half heard and half sensed the low sounding grunt of Jake’s impending orgasm. He shuddered through a guttural growl of pure excitement and I felt the throbbing excitement of the young black man’s orgasm spew up into my open pussy. He dropped his head onto my shoulder, panting and gasping.
“We’d better get out of here.” He reached down to grab his pants and boxers. I dropped my skirt and felt the thick liquid flowing and seeping down the inside of my thighs. After Jake opened the stall door, I went straight for the paper towels and started to wipe between my legs.
“We don’t have time, Cricket. Wipe yourself down later.”
***
On the first weekend we were together, the two of us went to a bed and mattress store to shop for a queen sized bed for Jake’s house. The twin bed of his was way too small and it wasn’t always convenient to wait until we got back to my apartment to share our intimacy.
We found a great bed at a great price with guaranteed delivery in three days.
Since he paid for the bed, I figured I’d better get him some new pillows and queen sized bedclothes.
Three days later, Jake left work early to await delivery of the bed.
As you can guess, Jake and I christened the new bed and mattresses as soon as I got the sheets on and made the bed. He really liked the new pillows. Believe me his old pillows were sad–something like the thickness of a gym mat…Sigh!
Naturally he couldn’t wait to get me out of my clothes. Sunlight streamed in through the western window so our lovemaking had that glowing “look at you…look at me” quality about it. And he’s got such a damn gorgeous body! We examined each other’s body in the daylight and I was turned on because Jake seemed to be openly thrilled about my whiteness. The contrast between our skins didn’t hurt my libido either. Guess that’s my “fetish.” I confronted him and asked him if the real reason he fucked me was because of my color. He told me that like so many black men before him he’d always had a taste for white meat (yeah, he put it exactly like that) and because he wanted his son to be an amalgam of both of us. He said that’s what counted for him and when he read my bio on one of the interracial sites and checked out my picture, he fixated on me. Not to mention that he discovered we lived so close together.
That’s why I was surprised at his response when I sent him the “real” snapshots jpegs from the present…he reiterated that he still wanted…”me!” I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask him why…
Again it’s apparently part of his fixation with me. I asked him how come he didn’t pursue younger white women and he hedged. I guessing that his younger white conquests showed little interest in giving into his audacious baby demands.
All the time we’re having this discussion I’m flat on my back with Jake balanced on top of me and my naked white pussy stuffed with an equally naked black cock. Naturally we are both rather distracted occasionally. The final distraction came when Jake showed me how much he wanted to bring a baby into the world.
“You realize you’re mine for life, don’t you, little mama?”
“Little Mama!” Oh, what a turn on that was. I went wet and bathed his probing dick. Soon we went wet together in a place neither of us could see, but both of us knew instinctively.
By the way, the bed feels really great. When we finished making love, I conked out for half an hour or more. When I awoke the inevitable happened again.
Jake’s fingers toyed with my earrings and twirled my hair as he looked down at my face. Both his hands went up by my face. “I can never get enough of your eyes, sweetheart. You know that don’t you?” However, I had to giggle as I also felt his presence much farther down. “Seems to me your main emphasis is more like three feet lower than my eyes.”
“Hey, I can multi-task with the best of them.” He kissed me passionately. “Kissing, staring into your eyes, probing you with my cock. I think I’ve got all that down pretty good.”
“You forgot to mention the part where your body sprays the inside of my body with all those living sperm cells.”
“Hah! You don’t really think I’d ever forget that part, do you?”
You know as well as I do, that sometimes you can sense the heat and wetness that comes with your partner’s orgasm and sometimes you just watch and experience your man shudder and lurch over you as he enjoys himself without regard to consequences. Well, this time was one of those wonderful moments when his body spewed so much warm semen that I couldn’t help but feel him climax totally inside of me.
“Arrgghh!” He raised his head and grunted over me. Then he dropped his head along with the weight of his torso down atop of me.
“It’s always good to know what a man really wants,” I whispered into his ear as I nuzzled and nibbled it with my lips.
Sometimes it’s the little things that catch you by surprise. I suddenly realized that my Jake had just spurted a huge load of cum inside my body and all I could see was the side of his shaved head, neck and left shoulder–and all of these features were a rich ebony and mahogany hue. The young man who’d demanded that I capitulate to his desires to conceive his baby happened to be a deep brown-black colored African American.
Naturally, all my thoughts and emotions concerning the very nature of that action coupled with the sensation of his cock burrowed so deep inside of me made my loins cum too.
***
I had been corresponding with an old friend from another state when I finally spilled the beans about Jake and what he really wanted from me.
Dear Kala,
Good Morning! It’s a special one for me. A while back I purchased a new thermometer to keep tabs on my body temperature during my cycle.
Well, Jake had the biggest smile on his face this morning when he announced that we had only one day to go until “Day One.” Right, he can be like that, after all his life doesn’t turn upside down for forty weeks…
I’ve never seen anyone so excited in my life. It’s like it’s the week before Christmas for him. Still it was very reassuring to make love and then wake up in our own bed this morning. I have to admit I feel really good about our relationship today. Maybe it had something to do with getting a good night’s sleep
Okay, that’s all for now. I’ll check back later as things happen…
All my love, Cricket
Dear Kala,
Well, forget dinner. Forget preliminaries. Jake had me out of my clothes and on top of our bed soon after I arrived home. He told me that since this is the most important five days of his life, we should share it on the bed which we bought together.
He looked down at me from above with those hungry dark eyes, his weight perfectly balanced between my naked thighs and his exposed erected young cock sheathed entirely inside my pussy. I could tell he was thrilled by bridging the gap between our bodies.
The critical moment came on an excessively hot day. The thermometer had soared to forty degrees Celsius by early morning. Dear old Arnold my dog and walking companion of so many years had gone to the great boneyard in the sky. I now walked alone until such time as I could bring myself to replace him.
As I meandered dogless along the path wishing Arnold was still with me, I saw Stephen approaching with Ken”s and Delia”s Dalmatian.
As we came up together I asked, “How did it go?”
“Still waiting for the results,” he replied. “Hope to God I”ve get enough marks to get me into the College.”
“You will,” I said, encouragingly.
We were both sweating in the heat, so I took a bold step. “How about coming back to my place for a drink?”
“Good idea,” he gasped, “Lead the way.”
We went back to my house, the first time Stephen had seen it. “My God,” he expostulated, “I had no idea you lived in place like this!”
“Don”t be impressed,” I said, “It”s what goes on inside it that matters.”
He grinned, “Yes, I suppose so.”
We sat down with our drinks while the Dalmatian made an olfactory inspection of the room, then apparently finding nothing of special interest, flopped down on the carpet and went to sleep. Seeking a lever to start a conversation I asked a question of Stephen I had never put to him before. “Have you got a girlfriend?”
He looked at me a little strangely for a moment, then said, “No, not really. I”ve had one or two girls as friends, but nothing serious.”
“Not interested at this stage?” I questioned further.
He gave a shrug and said, well, it”s not really that it”s…it”s…”
His voice trailed away and I was tempted to ask, “It”s what?” I decided not to pursue the matter and suddenly came up with a bright idea. “Stephen, we”re all hot and sweaty, what about a swim?”
“You”ve got a pool? Terrific…oh…I don”t have anything to wear.”
“That”s all right,” I said, “I can find you something. Be back in a minute.”
I went to my bedroom and put on my swimming costume. I suppose I should write that it was a minimalist bikini, but it wasn”t. It was a backless one piece garment. I went to the cupboard where I kept odds and ends of clothing that were hardly ever used. There were a couple of pairs of Jeff”s old swimming shorts. I selected the most respectable looking pair and took them to Stephen.
Seeing me in my swim suit, I heard an intake of breath and saw him trying not to look at me. I showed him were to change and told him to come out to the pool when he was ready.
I left him and went outside and waited for him sitting on the edge of the pool with my feet dangling in the water. I could have hugged myself with delight. For the first time I had Stephen to myself. No Ken or Delia, no passing walkers or cyclists to overlook us. “He”s all mine,” I thought excitedly.
Stephen came out wearing Jeff”s swim shorts that were perhaps a trifle tight on him. They had been purchased in the days before Jeff developed his little paunch, and in any case Jeff was probably a size or two smaller than Stephen.
Thinking about sizes, what I saw outlined against the cloth of the shorts made me a little breathless. I was no expert in penis sizes, but I have since looked up relative male organ dimensions on the internet, and can now safely say that Jeff”s organ was well below average and from what I could see, Stephen”s was well, very well, above average.
My own sex organ, fortunately not visible to Stephen, had been lubricating copiously for some time. If there was any tell-tail sign of my condition of sexual arousal, it was my nipples, but I didn”t know if Stephen could read the signs of female excitation.
As he drew near I slipped from the edge of the pool into the water and Stephen dived in. We swam and splashed around for a while and ended up wrestling around with each other. As our bodies came into contact I could from time to time feel the pressure of his penis against me, and my readiness would rise to new heights.
We eventually got out of the pool and lay side by side upon two air mattresses under the shade of the wide veranda. What I could physically hide from Stephen, he could not conceal from me. Although he tried to screen his huge erection from me by lying on his stomach, I had seen it before he reached the air mattress. The crown was almost thrusting out of the top of the shorts and the poor boy must have been in a dreadful state.
There now ensued one of those self-conscious moments when one tries to decide on who makes what move. His brief statement about girls who had just been friends, suggested that Stephen was a virgin. My hunger for him was causing me to quiver with tension, and so I summoned up the courage to make the first move. It was a risk because one never knows if they will be rejected, and if that occurs, the relationship may be ruined for ever.
I took the chance and moving over to him I said softly, “Stephen, darling,” then I kissed him softly, moving my moistened lips over his but not seeking to enter his mouth with my tongue at that stage.
When I broke from the kiss he gasped, “Linda, oh Linda.” I kissed him again, this time probing with my tongue for entry into his mouth. He opened his mouth and as I explored it with my tongue I reached down to caress his penis with my hand.
After touching his shaft through the cloth initially I then untied the cord round the waist and slipped my hand inside. As I touched the crown of his penis I felt him give a slight convulsive movement. I knew I was safe – I would not be rejected.
When I came away from the kiss this time, he said, “Linda, I”ve never been with a girl…I don”t know how…”
I interrupted him, “It”s all right, my darling, leave it all to me this time.”
I slipped off his swim shorts and his manhood reared up like a great tower, the light brown shaft surmounted by a beautiful purple cupola that was glistening with pre-cum.
I was tempted to lick some of the salty emission, but the poor boy was so aroused I could feel his blood infused shaft pulsating under my hand in rhythm with his heart beat. “I must let him come into me quickly this time,” I thought, “He won”t be able to hold back for long.”
I took off my swim suit and on seeing me naked Stephen gave a groan and said, “You”re so beautiful, Linda.”
“So are you, my love,” I responded, and sat across him, the crown of his penis poised over my vaginal opening.
I had only ever had penetration with Jeff, and as I have said, Jeff was considerably smaller than Stephen where penis size was concerned. I decided to lower myself slowly, testing for any pain or discomfort. There was none. I was saturated with my lubricant and with his pre-cum he slipped into me easily, the only difference from Jeff being the beautiful tight fit and pressure against the walls of my vagina.
With his full length in me I stopped still for a moment, letting him feel what it was like to be deep inside a woman. Resting with him, I thought I could feel the pressure of his crown against my cervix, but again, there was no discomfort.
During all this Stephen had kept his head raised, watching his entry into me, and continuing his soft moans, “Linda, oh Linda.”
I think this first time with Stephen was the most wonderful few minutes in my life. I felt such love and tenderness for him, such a desire to give myself to him, to make it a beautiful experience that he would always remember.
I began to move on him and quickly felt the prelude to ejaculation as he began to lift his hips, pushing against my downward movements. Suddenly he gave a tremendous cry and instinctively seized my hips, dragging me down on to him in rhythm with his release of semen into me. I felt the first explosion of his seed thump into me and I put all the power I could into my downward thrusts, striving to get the last millimetre of his length into me.
He was crying out incoherently and I had a sudden vision of all those little sperms striving to reach my egg to fertilise it. Then Stephen gave one great cry of “Oh God, Linda,” as he made his last and mightiest thrust of sperm into me. Yes, I thought, the wonderful primal need of the man to impregnate the women, thrusting his seed in deep to fertilise her.
His ejection ended, I felt him relaxing under me. He gave a huge sigh of contentment and whispered, “I do love you, Linda.”
I looked down at him, smiling, and responded, “And I love you, very much, my darling.”
I remained sitting over him, his slackening manhood still inside. Looking at him I thought, “I want him, I need him. I shall be his lover, his mother, his friend, whatever he wants me to be, and I shall give myself totally to him.”
Perhaps that sounds exaggerated, overly emotional, but that was what I thought and felt then, and still do for that matter.
He continued to murmur words of love and devotion to me, and I responded, assuring him of my own depth of feeling for him.
Nothing like this had happened with Jeff, not even during our first couplings when the newness of love and the satisfaction of lust tend to make us more voluble about our feelings. There was something else I had never experienced with Jeff that was taking place with Stephen.
Sitting over him, his penis still in me, I felt a strange sense of unity with him. Again it may sound ridiculous, but I felt at one with him, part of him, and he part of me. I wanted selfishly to possess him.
I felt him hardening and stirring inside me, so I started to move again. After his first ejaculation he would take longer to come this time. For a while I had experienced female orgasm with Jeff, but in time this had faded out together with his own growing lack of interest. Now I felt ripe for a climactic outcome of my union with Stephen.
It came, far off at first like a distant roll of thunder before the lightening strikes. The thunder drew closer and I began to shake and give out little cries of, “Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah.” Then a mighty crescendo, the lightening struck home, and for a while I spun into another world, a vibrating world of flashing lights and colour. I heard myself scream at the height of my climax, and then I was moving away from the high point, weeping and telling Stephen “I love you, I love you.”
I felt the first heave of his ejaculation and he was grasping my hips again, literally moving me up and down on him. I tried to respond, but I was too overcome by my own exquisite but exhausting experience to be of much help to him.
Then came the burst of his semen and as the first thrust shot into me he gave a cry of exultation. His sperm mingled with that of his first ejaculation and my lubricant. It was running out of me over his groin and down onto the mattress. I had never experienced such an overflowing of male seed before. And once more there came the vision of those sperms competing to be the one that fertilised me.
He gave a final massive thrust, and then once more I felt him relax under me. I had reached the outer limits of my own orgasm so I withdrew from him, dropping down beside him.
“All right, darling?” I asked as I kissed his lips and face.
His hands were exploring my breasts, and he whispered hoarsely, “It was wonderful, Linda, beyond anything I”ve ever thought or imagined.”
“Would you like to stay with me for the rest of the day,” I asked.
“Oh yes…” He paused, “My grandparents, they”ll wonder where I am.”
“Telephone them, darling. Tell them I”ve invited you to lunch and you”ll be staying. Tell them I can feed their dog.”
I gave a laugh and added, “Then we”d better have another swim, we”re in a dreadful mess.” It was true; sperm and lubricant were staining the mattress and it was oozing out of my vagina and down my thighs.
He returned my laugh and went off to telephone. I slipped into the pool and watched the sperm rise from my body to the surface of the water forming wavy glutinous ribbons. Foolishly I wanted to keep it, it was part of him.
Stephen came from his telephone call and leaped into the pool. When he came to the surface I asked, “Everything okay?”
“Fine,” he said, and laughed. “They said it would be good for me to be with some younger company.”
I felt a twinge of pain spear through me. Younger than them, yes, but there was twenty years between Stephen and myself. Would he come to regret his association with what might seem to him, an old woman?
We splashed around for a while and then began our wrestling games. We were naked and quickly Stephen had me against the wall of the pool, his penis slipping into my welcoming vagina.
The buoyancy of the water meant that it was no great effort for him to stand with me having my feet off the floor of the pool. We clung together for a long time, looking into each other”s eyes, kissing, his hand exploring my breasts.
Revealing something of my uncertainties I asked him, “Darling, are you happy that we”ve come together like this?”
“Very happy,” he said, smiling at me, then he went on, “You know Linda, I”ve wanted you from the first time we met.”
“When you were fourteen!”
“Yes, I wanted you then. Was that very bad?”
“No, of course not my love, I”m sure many boys of that age have crushes on older women.”
“Mine”s not just a crush, you know,” he said solemnly. “I”ve waited for you all these years. I thought it might never happen, that you wouldn”t want a young fellow like me, but I always hoped.”
As a form of reply, and using the buoyancy of the water, I began to bounce up and down on him until he shot into me again. It was a very peaceful ejaculation this time and rather sweet.
After that I decided we needed nourishment, so we went in to prepare lunch. The Dalmatian cocked one eye open, seemed to see nothing unusual about seeing a naked Stephen and Linda, and promptly went back to sleep, that is, until I produced some food for it, when it came awake with surprising alacrity.
Stephen and I ate, then I suggested we should go to bed for the afternoon. He received this with considerable enthusiasm, especially when I said, “I might be able to teach you a few things.”
“I”m and eager student,” he laughed.
Our sharp sexual hunger had been dealt with before lunch. Now we could enjoy a more leisurely approach to our love making.
We lay on the bed in each other”s arms, kissing deeply and long. Stephen”s hand once more explored my breasts until I requested, “Suck my nipples, darling.”
As I suckled him I demonstrated how he should use his hand, stroking upward from the base of the other breast to finish with a gentle squeeze of the nipple. He was a fast learner, but then, perhaps men have a special instinct about women”s breasts.
After a while I moved his hand down to my vagina and tried to teach him how to use his fingers to penetrate my vagina and stimulate my clitoris.
Some women complain about the careless treatment they get from their partners when it comes to this act of love. To some extent I think the women are at fault in this matter. Their men may not understand the structure of the female genitals, and I believe it is for the women to instruct them.
I was determined Stephen would get what might be called, “a thorough grounding” in at least the basics. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew my legs up and apart so my feet rested on the bed. This gave the fullest possible view of my genitals. I said to Stephen, “Come and kneel in front of me, darling, and I”ll show you what a woman”s sex organ looks like.”
He knelt and I touched my mons, pointing out that some women like to be pressed and stroked there, and then went on to my outer lips. I had intended to move them apart myself, but changed my mind and said, “Darling, if you open those lips you can see what”s behind them.”
He obediently and carefully opened them to reveal my inner lips and vaginal opening.
“You see,” I said, “The inner lips are very like those on our mouths. Lot”s of women like to be kissed and licked there.”
He looked up at me gravely and asked, “Do you like to be kissed there?”
“It depends who is on doing the kissing, Stephen.”
“By me?”
“If you want to, my love.”
He leaned forwards and I felt his lips press against the little petals. He did this in a most solemn and almost worshipful fashion, rather like an orthodox believer kissing a sacred icon. He followed my second indication and began to lick me until finally I felt his tongue thrust into my opening. It was time for one more instruction.
I moved his head away and lifted the little hood over my clitoris to reveal the little nob of nerve endings. I began to circle it with my finger and said, “That is a woman”s real pleasure centre, darling. If you would like to do what I”m doing, or lick it with your tongue, you might send me wild with lust for you.”
I was in fact already wild with lust for him, but I suppose a mentor must remain objective, up to a point.
He again solemnly followed my instruction and began first to run his finger gently round my clitoris then commenced licking it.
Now I am of the school of thought that holds that a man in approaching a woman and engaging in the sexual act should do so with a degree of reverence. A woman, after all, is the potential bearer of new life. It is no wonder in times long ago female fecundity was worshipped.
This is why I think rape is such a heinous crime; it defiles what is essentially sacred. On the other hand, too much reverence for a woman”s body by her sexual partner can detract from the supreme pleasures of the act. Therefore, I told myself that I must in future love making with Stephen, modify the reverence and enhance the ravishing. “Still,” I thought optimistically, “That can wait for other occasions.”
I thought one more lesson was in order, so said, “Darling, come and lay on your back.”
I must say, he was a very obedient student and did as bidden.
I began by kissing his lips, the slowly kissed my way down his body. When I reached his penis it was standing up hard, throbbing, it”s cupola-like head wet with pre-cum.
I began by licking the silvery viscous discharge. Stephen began to moan, “Linda, Linda,” so I took the purple crown into my mouth and began to lick and suck.
I felt his ejaculation approaching, and he tried to push me away crying out, “Linda, I can”t hold…I”m going to…”
He didn”t finish, it was all too late. Had I chosen I could have disengaged from him, but I clung on and as the first semen was impelled up his shaft I felt his hands close over the back of my head as he held me to him.
The first thick warm thud of his sweet young sperm burst into my mouth. I swallowed and then tried to keep pace with his massive discharge. It was more than I could cope with, and it began to run out of the corners of my mouth. I could hear his uninhibited cries with each new explosion, his desperate exclamations of love for me.
As he completed his ejections into my mouth, he, like me earlier, was weeping, but I knew they were tears of joy and fulfilment.
He began to unwind and as one addendum to the lesson I came over him and said, “And now, my love you can taste yourself and I can taste myself.”
The aroma and residue of my lubricant were still on his lips and face. I kissed him, thrusting into his mouth some of his own sperm, while I smelt and tasted myself.
I had not had an orgasm, and was in a terrible state of arousal, so taking advantage of my recent lesson, I sat across him and lowered my vagina to his lips saying, “Make me come darling.”
He had learned his lesson well, and he began to lick my inner lips, and then moved to my clitoris.
It was my turn to put my hands behind his head and force him to stay with me as I shook with the coming of my orgasm. I felt it as waves of love for him coursing with exquisite pain through my entire body. Once more I was screaming my love and desire for him and ended with weeping for the joy I had in him.