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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 3E:
We got into bed and she lay with her head in my lap, sucking me
languidly until the increasingly familiar twinge in my cock sent a drip
of pre-cum to my tip. I sat breathlessly enjoying her now expert lips
and hands on me.
"I can taste it," she said, tentatively slurping as she raised
her mouth off me. "I taste more of you, hon. Are you starting to
cum?
"Well, I guess...I'm not sure."
"Poor baby. You still don't know what I'm talking about, do
you?"
I told her I wasn't quite sure, and she tried to explain about
male orgasms and ejaculation. I got the general idea, but was
amazed to find out even more about babies and how much of the truth
had been concealed by the adults around me.
Martha Jane told me how women kept from getting pregnant by
making the guy use a rubber (she never used the word condom or
contraceptive. She told me she didn't like those words because
they were turn-offs. "Rubber" sounded dirtier, and that's the
word she liked to use). I remarked that if I ever had a real cum,
we'd have to use a rubber on me.
She frowned and said, resolutely, "No. I'd never make you use
a rubber."
"But wouldn't you get in trouble if I didn't wear a rubber?"
She didn't answer me. She was stroking my cock, now limp after
so much prolonged stimulation. She looked at me, and then she
looked out the dark window. I asked, "what's the matter?"
She said simply, "Wait a minute, hon," and she looked out the
window and seemed to be thinking deeply about it. After a while she
sat up and smoothed back some stray hair from her face and scowled.
"No. No rubbers."
I looked puzzled.
"Because..." she continued, pulling a bobby pin from her hair
and holding it in her teeth while she bundled back some of her
hair. "Because, uh..." she went on, securing the bundle behind her
with the bobby pin. Then she abruptly concluded, "Because."
The look on my face told her that I knew she hadn't answered me,
but I also knew by her voice that she didn't want to talk about it.
She lay beside me and I put my head on her breast and we held each
other, and for a while she simply stroked my hair and neck and
reached down to lick my ear. We grew quiet and listened to the
squeals and giggles of the kids outside. After a while she licked
her hand and wet my cock with it and fondled me while I sucked her
nipples.
With her face resting on my head as I suckled her, I could
feel her smiling. She asked sweetly, "You really like sucking my
titties, don't you, hon?"
"Yes. You feel so good in my mouth."
"I'm glad you like it. It feels good to me too. It's so
loving. I like holding you like this and letting you suck. I
like it because I like the way you enjoy it."
"It's fun," I joked, moving to another nipple.
She laughed. "You funny boy. Yes, it's fun, it really is fun,
isn't it? I don't know...I guess I wouldn't do this if you were my
same age." For a long time she said nothing, but stroked my cock
playfully and watched me enjoy her breasts. She murmured, "It's
so hard to imagine people wanting to hurt us for this. This doesn't
happen for most people. I don't think you understand that." She
held my chin and pulled my head up so she could give me a playful
smack on the lips. She searched my eyes and my face for a moment.
"I hope no one ever hurts you. But it's going to be very, very
hard to find a woman who understands someone like you."
I asked her what she meant by that, but she didn't answer.
Instead she brushed it off and played with my pubic fuzz. "You
have such a nice shape," she mused. "I hope you don't grow too
much hair on yourself." She uncoupled from me and scooted down
to suck me again. Holding my shaft and licking my tip she sighed
contentedly, "You're so suckable."
After wetting me she started pumping again, holding me very
loosely so her hands could slide along my shaft and brush my tip
in a way she knew felt good and would make me hard quickly. She
grinned and said, "It's good, huh? Yeah? It's good, I can tell
you like it. I want to make it so good for you..."
It didn't take long for her to propel me to a breathless state
again. I have to admit, orgasm or no, I have never been so
physically pleased by a woman's hands as I was by the way Martha
Jane had learned to please. It wasn't long before my rockhard young
cock seemed to develop a life of its own. My legs grew stiff and I
can verify that toes really do curl, for I could look down past
Martha Jane and see them doing so before my very eyes. Another one
of those strange waves of pure pleasure shot into my cock and I
seemed to melt under it. After several seconds of this tension, I
felt fluid leak to my tip. Martha Jane stopped and looked up at me
in awe.
"Honey, did you cum?"
I struggled to say, "I don't...know. It sure...felt good all
of a sudden."
She studied me. Sure enough, I had leaked again. I would not
have called it an orgasm, at least not a proper adult orgasm, but
she had propelled me toward an awesome pleasure, both physical and
emotional. I felt drained and tired.
She rose to stroke my face. "Did I hurt you, hon? I didn't
hurt it, did I?"
I shook my head no. I found it to difficult to speak, my mouth
was so dry. "No, but it...it just felt so good."
She hugged me. "Oh you almost, you *almost*! Oh, that's
so nice!"
I felt very good and deliciously wicked anyway, which was
enough for me at the time. I don't remember at what point that
night I was inspired to take my next action, but Martha Jane was
lying on her back quietly enjoying having her nipples sucked while
I fingerfucked her, when I was inspired to please her orally as she
had pleased me. As I trailed kisses down to her thighs, I relished
the feel and the taste and texture of her smooth thighs and licked
the tight juncture at her crotch below her cunt, and nipped at the
smooth tendons that stood out when she spread her thighs widely to
let me get close to her cunt. She liked tiny nipping kisses on the
insides of her thighs. Once she figured out what I was up to, she
looked amazed and her eyes lit up.
"Are you doin' what I THINK you're doin'? My god," she ex-
claimed, and let her head fall back on the pillow. She smiled
at the ceiling while I searched with my tongue for the motions and
actions that would please her. As far as I can recall, she had no
scent except for a faint musk that was something like freshly
warmed milk. She did have a subtle and indescribable taste,
similar to unsweetened whipped cream. She had never mentioned
going down on her--and this was, after all, the early 1950's, an
era that had yet to indulge in the oral freedoms of later decades.
Immediately, I could tell she was pleasantly surprised; I could
hear it in her sudden and joyful whimpers and could feel it in the
tightening of her tummy and her gasp as my tongue probed her
wetness and found her clit.
It wasn't long before I found what she liked. Apparently she
had never considered this act before, so she probably couldn't
think of specific instructions. Afterward, she would always refer
to this as "licking." I don't recall all the details after all
these years, but she was mightily pleased and delighted by my
complete willingness to lick her and my obvious enjoyment in doing
it. The intensity of her reactions surprised even me, who should
have been used to it by then. Knowing that her sucking of my own
tip was very pleasing to me, I learned quickly to suck her clit
gently just as it seemed she might be cumming. I found I could keep
her close but not quite there for a very long time. After almost a
half hour of this, I was ready to suck and lick her steadily until
she came.
Instead she, too, introduced the unexpected. She reached
down and pulled me up to her. "C'mere, hon," she whispered under
her breath. There was a new urgency, a queezy tension in her
voice that I hadn't heard before. "Come up here," she said again,
pulling me forward until I lay on top of her, and she widened her
thighs with her knees extended at each side of me to let me lie
completely nestled between them. I propped myself on my elbows to
see what she wanted. Her face was taut and intent. She fixed her
determined gaze on mine and moaned, "Lift up a little," and still
keeping her eyes on me and biting her lower lip she felt down,
between us, and found my dick. I felt a very strange, wet tickle
and realized she was rubbing my cock in her slit, wetting me. She
saw the surprise in my face and her own face became more intent
and deliberate.
"Feel that?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yeah. Wet. Ah. Tickly."
She fumbled urgently for a few more seconds. "Move up a
little," she whispered. Now her voice was shaky, trembling in a
way it never had. And then I felt my dick enter her.
"Yes, hon," she breathed. Her intense face softened, and she
smiled deliriously, but there was still a great urgency in her
voice. "Move on me. Move up here, toward me."
I did so. Her eyes were locked on mine. I saw and heard and
felt her swallow hard as my cock slid deeply in. The feeling was
marvelous. I was enthralled.
Knowing that she enjoyed my finger moving in and out of her,
I naturally assumed that my cock moving in her would feel even
better, if not just as good. I pulled back slightly and then moved
as far as I could into her. She contracted around me snugly, and
I moved out and in, then did it again. I was not moving up and
down, but back and forth, careful to move only an inch or so, not
wanting to lose that wonderful new feeling of being totally sheathed
inside her. I kept my tummy and the upper shaft of my cock riding
in her groove, knowing intuitively that she wouldn't want me to lose
contact with her clit.
I was amazed and afraid, and her eyes saw it in mine and mine
saw it in hers. Her eyes narrowd and glistened, and she gulped.
"It's okay, hon. Don't stop. It's okay, you can do it to me. I
want you to."
She swallowed again. One hand gripped my shoulder and trembled,
and my legs shook. Her eyes kept searching mine. And I searched
for guidance in hers, as I vaguely but fearfully realized what we
were doing. Most of all I was overcome by the unthinkable, by the
fact that I was totally inside her, in her darkest and most secret
place. She could see the disorientation and suddenness of it in my
face, she could feel it in my unsure movements.
I managed to utter, "I'm...I'm in you. I'm inside you."
She released a pent up half-laugh, half-cry. "Yes! Yes, You're
in me, hon. Stay in me. I want you in me."
"It's so good!"
"Keep moving your dick in me...deep and slow, just like that...
...baby, it's so good and you do it so...exactly...right!...oh how
do you know to do it...I knew it would happen sooner or later but I
never knew it would be like this, I didn't know it would be so
*good*...it's...oh your dick's in me and we're fucking...We're
FUCKin', hon, and I want you to FEEL it I want you to like it with
me I don't want any rubbers because I want you to feel your DICK in
me, I want to watch your eyes while you feel your first fuck and I
don't want you to stop...oh god I don't want you to stop..."
"I won't stop," I panted, working steadily on her. "I can't."
Her eyes jerked swiftly, searching mine and in every corner of
my face, as if to record with her eyes every detail of the moment,
every move I made and every twitch of my face. One hand gripped
the back of my neck, the other below held my wet sliding shaft
between two fingers as she felt me fuck her steadily and wetly and
she kept talking in a low whisper that became lower and lower and
more breathless.
"...it's so good and so...nasty and...I can't believe how good
you feel! I can't believe what a beautiful loving good fuck you
are, you do it just right..."
"Martha Jane...it feels so good in you."
"Yes, baby, in me, *in* me!...I never thought I'd be this good
...oh...I want it to last, I'm...Im trying to wait but you feel
so...you're making me cum...you want to stop, hon? Huh? You want
to stop and rest so you can feel it longer?"
"No. I don't want to stop."
"Oh baby..."
"I want you to cum."
"So sweet you want me to cum...I didn't think it would be
like this I didn't think you'd make me cum so soon..." Her eyes
widened, startled, and her chant grew more urgent, then frenzied.
"Oh hon I'm...oh it's gonna be so good!...it's gonna be so good!
it's GonnaBeSoGood...!"
As I continued her eyes lost focus. She appeared to see nothing
at all, though she stared directly at me. Her eyes fluttered and
closed, her head swooned back and to one side, one hand came up to
her lips. She could no longer speak--and neither could I. I had
not moved on her very long before her trembling began, and then the
stiffening. This time she seemed totally lost, afraid but unable to
do anything about it except to keep doing it. Her motions and
reactions seemed different, as if she had suddenly and somehow lost
all control and had turned her body and cunt and destiny entirely
over to me. I saw her lie below me and totally abandon herself to
what I would or wouldn't do. She lay utterly helpless. She moved
little, but her movements were centered in a very small area from
her upper thighs to her navel, and she seemed to have somehow found
a way to hold her cunt poised at the exact height and angle for my
cock to slide snugly in her exactly the way she wanted, with her
swollen clit barely brushing my shaft-- either she planned it
precisely so, or I had precisely found the very spot and the very
motions she precisely wanted, or else it just happened that way
because everything we did when we were naked somehow and unavoidably
happened that way. Her cunt sucked exactly at the center of my tip
and her hips subtley rotated her clit precisely along the ridge of
my cock that rode and fit exactly in her crease as we firmly and
silently locked and greasily ground our bellies together.
Then she stiffened terribly, trembled, stiffened and lifted
her her hips a bare inch off the bed, trembled and whimpered, and
then stiffened for one last, prolonged period. I knew then that she
was in a different world. If I didn't yet know what an orgasm was,
I had the perfect example lying under me, sucking pleasure from my
cock with a quiet madness from an unseen place inside her. The to-
tality of her surrender and the sight of her elegant neck stretched
back as if in sweet death filled me with the knowledge of that
ecstasy which only a complete surrender to lust could achieve.
Without thinking I settled deeply into her and, feeling her clit
nudging the edge of my shaft, I ground my hips into her in slow,
rhythmic circles, which her cunt returned in exactly the opposite
direction at exactly the same time, and I clenched my young teeth
at the insane tickle of her inner muscles rolling around my glans
and the oily sucking ring of her outer lips caressing me near the
root of my cock, and I knew by the tension in her cunt and in her
thighs on either side of me that she was more deeply immersed in
pleasure than she had ever been. She remained like that for what
seemed to be a large portion of eternity as I grunted above her in
my first conscious wallowing in the pure animalistic pleasure of
what I was doing to her. The whole time she came, I looked down at
her. I have never forgotten the sight of her below me in the moon-
light as I hovered on my elbows and for the first time used my
penis, my cock, my dick to make her cum.
It all happened so quickly. I didn't yet know all the implica-
tions of the word that described what we were doing (she would get
to that later, in her own inimitable way). My entry and our screw-
ing and her cumming seemed to have happened by accident, an acci-
dent that overtook us completely and swiftly and absolutely. She
had cum so quickly and deeply that we both lay stone quiet for a
while as if stunned.
Afterwards she said, "You and I certainly are full of surprises,
aren't we, hon?" She leaned over me. "You gave me so much
pleasure, I...How do you know just what do? Oh my, I can't even
think straight."
Once again she tried masturbating me. I enjoyed it, and she
did get another buzz of some kind out of me a second time. I told
her not to worry, that whatever I felt it was really a very good
and wickedly satisfying sensation. Then we had to dress.
She left that night as if in a daze.
And I slept like a sack of bones in the moonlight falling on
the part of the bed where I had experienced the unbelievable
thrill of entering her secret core and probing the very source of
her with my cock. In the morning my flesh remembered her and it
seemed her wetness still clung to me, I could feel her on my cock
for days. And if memory serves me correctly I still cannot say,
after all these years, whether I wandered all day in a dream, or
in shock, or both.
Continued...
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THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE
by S.J.R.
PART 3E
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