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**** WARNING **** WARNING **** WARNING ****
THIS DOCUMENT IS A SEXUALLY GRAPHIC STORY ABOUT AN INTENSE SEXUAL,
EMOTIONAL AND INTELLECTUAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN A TEENAGE GIRL AND
A YOUNG BOY AND THE COURSE OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP OVER A PERIOD OF
10 YEARS. IT IS A DRAMATIZATION ABOUT REAL PEOPLE AND THEIR CON-
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THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE
by S.J.R.
sjr <73233.1411@CompuServe.COM>
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PART 5E:
"Let's do this for a while," I whispered. "Just this. Okay?"
"Yes." She swallowed again. For a while we silently enjoyed touch-
ing and stroking each other with no particular goal in mind other than
pleasing ourselves and discovering all the things about us that had
changed.
As we touched and played we talked. I told her about the plays I'd
done, how movies and photography had captured so much of my life. She
told of her classes, her work, what she had learned.
I didn't entirely take the lead; I didn't yet know how. But I was
not as passive as in the past. I marveled at how she had grown so lithe
and graceful. She marveled at my new shoulders, my well-formed thighs,
my growing cock, and the hair appearing on my legs, chest, and groin. As
the night wore on we became alternately playful and serious, lewd and
virginal. I can't remember all of it. Very often I try to, but it all
gets jumbled. Our old devils had entered the dark room and overpowered
everything and everyone in it. For a while during that night, each of us
appeared to be trying to see who could bring out the deepest sensuality
in the other, who could come up with the naughtiest turn-on, who could
make the most endearing gesture. We shut out the narrow world and the
narrow people around us, and the world inside the room expanded. At one
point she sat up and watched and held her pussy open while I licked her.
Then again, I stood up and watched her suck me as she lay across the bed,
having to make her stop sucking early because my larger cock could now
feel more of her knowing mouth and tongue. She would stop now and then
to play with my balls and ask if it felt good. Then I lay on the bed and
she held onto the headboard while she hovered over my face and gave me
detailed licking instructions until she almost came. She stopped, not
wanting to end it yet. We lay down and hugged for a while and then began
masturbating each other again. Our devils seethed out of us in a slow
but steadily mounting stream. We remained gentle, held back by some
subtle self-imposed constraint that would not let us take anything too
far too quickly. We would hold ourselves at an intense edge, as if what
we needed and what we felt could be dealt with and satisfied only by its
own intensity and its own fire, one step at a time.
Because it had been so long since I had been touched or excited, the
nature of my arousal was new to me. For the first time I felt a tight-
ness and a pain in my balls that was not there before. I became more
aware of our physicality together, and understood more fully the
mysteries and the implications of what we were doing.
I knelt on my knees over her, while she lay flat and sucked me.
"You're dripping," she said. She touched my tip to one nipple and
rolled a finger round the sticky fluid I left there. "You know that?
You're dripping a lot."
"Dripping?"
"You're making more cum, hon. Do your balls feel tight?"
"Yeah, they're...very tight."
She grinned with delight and expectation. "Maybe you'll cum. You've
never cum, have you?"
"I don't...I don't really know."
"You're so much bigger and hotter than you ever were." She gently
touched and squeezed beneath my balls. "Does that hurt?"
"A little. Yeah, It's...feels kinda sore."
"Even when I touch just a little, like that?"
"Yes."
"Oh, Speedy," she said, laughing to herself. "I think we have an
opportunity here that we shouldn't pass up. Be honest. You never came
before? Not even by yourself?"
I shook my head. "I never tried it. Other boys told me they did,
but...I didn't see how doing it by yourself could be much fun." I looked
down at her hand and the amount of fluid she had drawn from me.
"Maybe...I could cum."
"Think so?"
"What happens? I mean, how will I know?"
"You'll know, hon."
"I...I dunno."
"Do you want to fuck and see if you'll cum?"
I nodded. "We haven't fucked in a long time...Yes."
"Then I hope..." She stopped. "Never mind," she said, shifting her
torso higher in the bed and then leaning back into the pillows. She was
long and the color of the dim moonlight. She raised her knees a little
so her trim thighs could fall apart and spread wide, and then reached
down and held her cunt open for me. "Fuck me, hon."
I lay on her, feeling physically larger than I remembered. This made
her seem smaller to me, more delicate. Certainly, my erection was larger
than it had ever been. I propped myself on my arms and my toes, looking
down as I aimed my new hardness at her dark core. My tip could feel her
wet outer lips, a feeling that had not occurred with such clarity in the
past, and I paused there, unable to prevent a sharp intake of breath at
the surprising intensity of this sensation.
"Yeah?" she whispered. "Feel me?"
I smiled and breathed hard and nodded. "Wet me."
She knew what I meant. It meant that I held my erection at the mouth
of her cunt, the tip barely inside her, while she made small circles with
her hips, bathing my glans with the tight ring around her opening. From
the first moment, I felt a twinge that told me this was different from
the way it had been before. I was pain- fully and frighteningly aware of
the thin slippery skin of her inner lips moving on me.
My arms trembled a little, and despite my effort to remain calm I
felt a rush of adrenalin that demanded more air in my lungs. I heard my
breathing quicken and wobble nervously.
"Feel me on your tip? Feel me moving?"
"Yes, it feels...different...very strange...very nice."
"good...good"
"Keep doin' it," I said, and she did. Her movements were slight,
just enough to keep the sensation going. I could feel myself getting
bigger and stiffer. Very slowly I began to move forward as she main-
tained her movement. I gradually moved deeper into her, hearing her
whispers: "Let it go in me, let it go in... slow, slow. I want us both
to feel all of you..."
I bent down to watch. "It feels so good going in..."
"Feels good for me too, hon. Ah."
Very gradually I slid all the way in and could feel her muscles
rolling around my length. "Oh," I gasped, and my head fell back
involuntarily. My dick arched blissfully at the sensation of being
warmly gloved in the new world of her syrupy, finely textured inner
self. Feeling this was quite a surprise, and quite alarming; I felt
something beyond me was threatening to take control.
Trying to slow the whirl a bit, I pulled out just as slowly. She kept
up the gentle grind. Again I moved forward, still gradually, but this
time without pause, going all the way into her. With a soft hiss she
took in a long slow breath that she let out as a hotly whispered "Ahhhh"
just as I my entire length settled in her.
"Speedy," she whispered, "you're bigger now. I've never felt so much
of you inside me."
I forced myself to pause, to adjust my outspread arms and give myself
time to absorb what was happening. There was more of me down there now,
more flesh, more nerves, more to feel her with. Shakily I began to
ascertain the texture and narrow shape of her inner cunt. I was fully,
warmly, snugly encased. It was almost entirely new, as if I'd never
ventured there before. Despite my best mental efforts at wanting to stop
until I figured out what was going on, I began to slide in her, still
remaining deep, adjusting my angle so that I sensed the familiar nudge of
her clit against my shaft.
"Ah, hon...you still know how."
I looked at her, her eyes gleaming with what seemed an almost painful
pleasure. She looked as if she might cry at any moment. She fucked with
her cunt and her eyes and her breath.
"Is that okay?", I asked, grinning and pumping.
She hissed, "Yes! It's just right. Just right."
I began stroking her more deeply and purposefully. An animal istic
urge welled up. The purely physical began to assert itself, eroding my
resistance move by move. I wondered, if I really wanted to stop, whether
or not I could. For the moment, I couldn't.
After a few strokes she whispered breathlessly, "Go all the way in
me, all the way...Yes, hold it there...like that, yes. Be still a
minute. Let me milk you inside me." She ground her belly against me,
her inner flesh softly wringing my entire length.
My head snapped back again, then fell forward. I moaned, I moaned
again. I looked down at her.
She was smiling at me, her eyes half-closed with lust. "Like
it?"
"It's wonderful...your cunt feels so good..."
"Getting closer, hon? Does it make you want to cum?"
"I don't...I don't want to yet. It feels too good."
"I like making you feel good...I missed this, I missed you...I want
to make it so good for you, the way you always did for me."
Alarmed by a sudden and overpowering surge of pleasure, I pulled
out slightly. "Wait," I panted. "Wait a second."
She slowed and stopped. She, too, was a little out of breath.
"Are you okay?"
"Just rest a minute." It wasn't merely the physical sensations I was
resisting. It was something else--new, unfamiliar, otherworldly. I
felt I might be in better control of myself if I did the moving while she
lay back and enjoy it.
I finally regained some of my air and composure. "Let me move in you,
now, for a while."
"Okay."
We both looked down and watched as I stroked steadily and deeply. I
felt that if I went too fast it would end too soon. My existence
centered more and more tightly on Martha Jane's wet and sweetly enclosing
nether-mouth and her spread thighs and her whispers and irregular gasps.
The itch in my loins spread to my thighs; my strokes into her became less
controlled, more self-driven. I could feel my glans warming inside her.
The something new and wonderful that I held back kept licking at me from
somewhere behind my brain.
After many, many strokes I looked down. I could not wrest my eyes
from what I saw. She was looking straight into me as I looked deeply
into her. I could tell by her taut neck and the force of her inner
spasms that she was starting to cum.
"Don't stop...," she uttered, hardly able to move her mouth. Her eyes
and face were alive with pleasure. She swallowed, she even seemed to try
to stop her cumming and she did not want to look away as she usually did;
cumming or not, she seemed determined to stay in touch with what was
happening to me. Her neck was very taut. She gradually stiffened under
me. She smiled, wild-eyed and holding her breath. She was no longer
undulating under me. I kept fucking with the same rhythm while the dim-
ming light in her eyes signaled that she was sinking deeper and deeper,
and then she was entirely still for several seconds, during which her
channel tightened on me several times. I was growing incredibly excited.
Her face and eyes were locked in a joyful stare, and I fucked her eyes
with mine. I wanted to intensify her pleasure and her lust with words,
the same way she always intensified mine, and so in the middle of her
cumming I bent down and uttered "fuck" against her lips. Immediately she
whimpered and then uttered that wordless cumming sound that she made in
her mouth somewhere and her cunt clutched, the tendons in her neck bulged
and pulsed. I whispered, "I feel you cumming," and her eyes widened for
a second and seemed completely unfocused; and then with a long sigh she
gradually relaxed, and then jerked and made a little whimper deep in her
neck, then shut her eyes tight and let go of my arms which she had
gripped so tightly with her nails, and she let her head fall back and
gasped, "Oh!" and quickly caught her breath, wiping an arm across her
brow; and then holding onto my arms again and returning her eyes and her
face and her attention to me, she began again her smooth undulations
beneath me. Her half-closed eyes glued themselves to mine as if she
wanted to miss nothing that might happen while I was in the grip of my
new and (to me) almost terrifying pleasure.
"Keep fuckin', hon."
"It's gettin' better," I whispered, growing breathless again.
Her eyes widened eagerly. "Yeah?"
"It's getting..." I could not describe it.
Seeing me without words, she began a mothering croon. "It's okay,
hon...Just feel it. Enjoy it..."
"Oh...Martha Jane...I'm..."
"It's okay. Don't stop, it's okay." As I moved on her she reached
up a gentle hand and stroked the back of my neck. "Let it happen."
My strokes became more deliberate, deeper, stronger. It was a
strength I'd never felt before. I didn't direct it, it directed me. I
didn't move faster, but I moved with more urgency. My swelling cock
sought more of her. It raced out ahead of my mind, which seemed to keep
falling farther and farther back, outraced by everything else.
"Ready...?" she asked. She could hardly talk. And I couldn't speak
at all. Uncertain of losing myself so completely, I clung desperately to
her eyes for safety. An incredible fullness welled up in my balls along
with a wave of electrifying, undiluted lust.
She whispered, waiting, "You're so hard in me..."
She reached down between us and lightly wrapped two small fingers
around the base of my cock. Her touch was all I could stand. Something
told me, then, that I was lost and there wasn't a damn thing I could do
about.
Apparently she knew, as her fingers at my root must have sent the
signals of my first penile throbs. I didn't think her lewd grin could
get wider, but somehow it did, and her eyebrows raised in wonder,
delight, victory, as she watched my face.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're gonna cum. Cum in me."
All I could say was, "Oh, I'm..."
She raised her eyebrows again. "Ah, it's starting--"
"Oh!"
Her cunt sucked at my tip. It tickled intensely, insanely. Her
circling hips slid her inner walls against the swollen underside of my
exulting cock, which took over completely. My body lurched and, utterly
surprised, I felt the eerie, uncontrollable twist of unknown tubes in my
lower gut that writhed and spewed the first of my life's cum inside her.
My dick pumped into the splash.
A low, gutsy moan oozed out of me.
She wept happily, "Yes, baby...Yes!"
An onslaught of pleasure gripped me. The universe shrank into a dot
inside of which there was only my wildly twitching cock and her begging
cunt. All I could do was groan and spurt again, spurt twice, three
times, rapidly, wetly, violently. Her face flooded with joy as she
watched me through slitted eyes. I heard only her loving chant, "Cum,
honey...ahhh, so warm...cum..."
I was no longer fucking--I rutted, blind. More streams of me leapt
from the slit in my tip that wetly scraped her hugging walls. Soon I
began to slump under a final wave of bliss and the rest of me slurped
into her, into her eyes and her voice, her nipples and her squirming
belly, her spread thighs and her auburn tuft, as the last remnants of my
virginity disappeared forever into the hot, wet, sweet depths of Martha
Jane.
Once finished, I quivered above her, exhausted. I was completely out
of breath, out of strength, out of cum, out of my mind. But she wouldn't
let me have air; she grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down to her. She
held me so tightly I couldn't breathe. I didn't care. I couldn't hold her
tightly enough. If I had died, it was fine with me. My young dick still
throbbed, and she answered the throbs with a low chuckle and a tightening
of her inner muscles. The fingers she had used to make the small but
catalytic ring around my base were now pulling on my dick as I softened.
With half my length still inside her she whispered hotly, "Get it all in
me!", and firmly wrung me dry. "All of it..."
I could only murmur into her breasts. "Oh...so good! Whew!"
"I know, honey. I know."
I could only think to myself: I am out of control. I'm completely
out of control. I am going to hell. It's so good and we both like it so
much that it has to be a sin. I'm Adam in the Garden of Eden and I've
taken deeply, enjoyably of the apple. Everything is different now,
forever.
I raised up to look at her face. She smiled at me, and then pouted,
and then blushed, and then one of her eyes squeezed out a large tear.
"Oh, baby, you came inside me. Oh...oh, I didn't think I'd..." She
wiped the tear away, quickly, and sniffed. I kissed her wet cheek, and
she pulled me to her with a strong hug.
She sniffed again, holding me to her. "I'm so happy for you. You
feel so warm in me."
I whispered against her flesh, "It was soo good."
She tightened her hug, still panting. "I know, hon. Oh, I know."
She gave a little laugh. "Will you still respect me in the morning?"
I nodded against her.
She hugged me, held me. Soon we were calm. She stroked my hair.
She asked, "How do you feel, hon?"
"I am..." I gulped. "Am I going to go to hell?"
"We are both going to hell, hon." Slowly she shook her head back
and forth against mine, murmuring sleepily, "But I can't help it."
Continued...
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THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE
by S.J.R.
PART 5E:
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