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"What has gotten into you?" Kathy asked between grunts.
I ignored her and thrust again, hard, trying to get even deeper than I did with the last previous thrust. She groaned again as our waists met. I wasn’t the only one guilty of seeing how deep I could go, her buttocks were arched a good inch above the mattress as she rose to meet me. As I pulled outout, she lowered herself, increasing the speed and the sensations, her love hole contracting around my retreating member to add yet another exquisite sensation.
Her breathing was ragged now and the grunts and moans changed to soft whimpers. As her body flushed I felt her nails digging into my back, pulling me hard back into her warm receptive pussy. I may have been the horny one but my newfound aggressiveness was a real turn-on for Kathy. Usually I had to force myself to hold back just a bit, but tonight she came with a passion just a few scant seconds before I followed her into that sweet rapture. Our careful coordination shattered as we each pursued our own ecstasy.
Still panting and glistening with a sweaty sheen, of sweat I smiled warmly at her before kissing her lightly on the lips. She returned the smile as I pulled back, but as I moved to withdraw she wrapped her legs around my waist and with an arched raised eyebrow said, "OK lover-boy, give. What has turned my pussycat into a prowling tiger?"
"What gave me away?" I said with a wink.
"Lessee, we’ve been here at DisneyWorld for three days and you’ve fucked me like we’ve never fucked before -- seven times -- twice on the monorail when we managed to get a car alone. You’re acting like a fifteen-year old boy who just found a girl who would put out rather than a thirty-five year old father of two in a fifteen year-old marriage."
"Is this a complaint?" I asked, still trying to get out from under the question or and rather off ofoff the questioner.
"Hardly. I just want to know what’s going on so I can duplicate it when we get home." She squeezed her legs a bit to remind me who held whom, and said, "Now give."
"It’s a long, sorted story. You might as well let me go."
She smiled as she released her hold on me. I got up and poured us each a drink while Kathy put on her robe. She took a sip of the her wine as I put on my robe. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and it was obvious she wasn’t going to let the matter lie, so I grabbed the wine bottle, walked out onto the balcony, and took a seat. She followed. The warm tropical breeze caressed our bodies as I fumbled for the words.
"It’s your shirt." I said.
Kathy looked puzzled for a moment before loosening the front of her robe and staring down at the gray T-shirt with a large cartoon drawing of Mickey Mouse plastered over it.
"This? You get all hot and bothered over an imaginary mouse?"
I rolled my eyes. "I told you it’s a long story. Are you going to be this judgmental before I even begin?"
"Sorry," she said managing to look suitably abashed.
"Well in answer to your question; yes, I do get all hot and bothered over an imaginary mouse…"
***
I was ten when my folks finally scrounged up enough money for our first trip to DisneyWorld. My dad was a construction worker and my mom a waitress, and there was never enough money. In the short decade of my existence, we had never gone on a vacation before. Mom and Dad must have saved for years to afford the trip. It wasn’t an all out binge either. We’d be driving, and we’d be staying with my cousin while we were in Orlando.
I didn’t care. I was ten years old and I was going to DisneyWorld. It didn’t matter how we got there,; it didn’t matter where we stayed. All that counted was that I, Keith Vance, would visit the coolest place on the face of the planet. . My parents told me the good news in May, and I spent the next three months counting the days until the big trip happened. Every day was like the anticipation of Christmas, and the days couldn’t pass soon enough for me. The first two months were OK, but as the countdown turned from months to weeks and then weeks to days, the anticipation became unbearable.
Finally though the big day did arrive and we were off. I had been on my absolute, tip-top best behavior for three straight months , and if it was were possible I was even more angelic in the car as I sat quietly in the back seat, allowing my DisneyWorld fantasies to offset the boredom a ten-year-old on a long road trip usually has to grapple with.
It took three days to reach Orlando. Three very, very long days and nights. There were no motels for us. We slept in the car at rest stations. No restaurants either -- we ate sandwiches and fried chicken my mother had packed and stored in a large cooler in the trunk. Not once did I complain. I ate what I was given and slept where I was told.
Along the wayway, Dad told me a little of the cousin we’d be staying with. Bill was my Dad’s nephew. He was married to a woman named Janet and they had a seventeen-year-old son and a fourteen-year-old daughter. Their children I guess would be my second -cousins, though I never was any good at genealogy beyond first cousin, especially at ten. Bill was a preacher at a fairly reasonably successful Pentecostal church apparently and I was warned repeatedly, repeatedly to be extra special good while we stayed with them.
I got the picture. As we neared our destination, Bill began to take on all the intimidating characteristics of Father Greene, the pastor of our church. Father Greene taught our Sunday-school class and he was a fire-and-brimstone man through and through. I was convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt from the way he glowered at me in school that not only did he not like children, but from the way he glowered at me in school also that I had already bought a one-way -ticket-to-hell with absolutely no possibility of redemption.
Even that did not matter. Bill could frighten me all he wanted, even as much as Father Greene, all he wanted so long as I got to visit my beloved DisneyWorld. Mickey Mouse, I understood, would welcome even unworthy sinners like me into the Magical Kingdom. In addition to smiling all the timetime, Mickey demanded nothing more of me than I for me to have the time of my life. At ten, if I were at a fork in the road and one path led to Heaven with it’s gates thrown open wide, open and the other led to the Magical Kingdom, I wouldn’t have even had to stop and think on about it. Who wants to play some silly old harp when one you could ride Space Mountain?
It was hot, humid, and dark when we finally pulled into Cousin Bill’s driveway. We were greeted at the door by Bill himself . and I was relieved to find he didn’t look at all like Father Greene, though despite his smiling face and cheerful voice he still impressed me as a serious and possibly stern man. But that wasn’t really a surprise, most adults after all were unreasonably serious, and stern even when they tried to be friendly.
Since it was one in the morning we didn’t meet anyone save for Bill, and after some brief chatter about the trip, he showed us quickly and quietly where we’d be sleeping. Mom and Dad would have a guest roomguestroom, and I it appeared would have the couch in the living room which was had already been made up for me. I was asleep almost as soon as I laidlay down. I drifted off to sleep still feeling like I was in a moving car, and vainly trying to forget that if not tomorrow then the day after tomorrow I would be inenter Disney World for the very first time.
I woke in complete darkness with a familiar pressure in my bladder. It had been a long trip with lots of drinks, and a long time since the last time I had a chance to relieved myself. I fumbled around blindly in the strange surroundings and making made a fair amount of noise in the process I guess, but finally I found the bathroom, thanks to the little night-light my cousin had left turned on.
I lifted the lid, extracted my penis, and let the water flow. It was a decidedly good piss . and I threw back my head and enjoyed the unique pleasures of emptying an overly full bladder. After a long minute, maybe two -- I really had to go – the stream finally dribbled off and I shook off the last drops before tucking it back into my shorts and turning to the door.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw someone standing at the door. I think I would have let out a yelp, but I was distracted by a finger placed in front of a set of lips long enough for me to get a grip on myself . and evenEven thenthen, my heart was pounding hard in my chest. Fear and surprise turned to deep and profound embarrassment as I realized it was a girl who stood before me, and I felt myself go hot as I blushed from head to toe.
She gave me one quirky smile before fading back into the darkness, leaving me standing there in the bathroom, cursing myself for not having closed the door. As an only child with my own private bathroom, there was never a need for me to close the door;, it simply wasn’t something I was overly concerned with. Here in this house though I would have to remember to be more cautious.
The strange encounter over with, I returned to the sofa and fell back asleep.
I awoke the next morning to the smells of coffee and bacon, and found my parents and my cousin wandering around the kitchen. Bill, after being assured that I had slept well, introduced me to Janet. . I’m not really describing them because really I don’t remember them all that well. They were old people (anyone over thirty is old to a ten-year-old), a necessary price to pay for my admission to DisneyWorld. I was as polite as a groggy kid my age could be, and sipped on some orange juice while I waited for breakfast.
The grownups were talking about the sights they were going to see todaythat day, none of which sounded all that great to me really. It They mostly consisted of a museum of some sort, Bill’s church, and a few other places.
Mom turned to me during a lull in the conversation and frowned. "Probably not your cup of tea, eh munchkin?" I shrugged non-commentallynoncommittally. Mom smiled, and picked up a bunch of brochures off from the counter, and handed them to me. "Bill and Janet have said you can stay here if you want. They’ve got loads of these Disney brochures and maps you just might be interested in." I snatched the pamphlets eagerly and began memorizing every minor detail. The day had suddenly become much more appealing to me.
A young man and a girl entered just as breakfast was being served, and I was introduced to Adam and Mary. Adam was a tall lanky kid, well --actually more man than kid. He greeted me casually then promptly ignored meme, as was only proper considering our age difference. I felt my blush return as I greeted Mary, especially when she gave me a quick, knowing smile before taking her place at the table.
Mary was a simple looking girl. She wore no makeup, her cloths were modest that and did little to show off her developing form. She wore her blond hair in a pony tailponytail that morning. I guess she could be considered pretty, though not a knockout. But I had not yet learned to appraise members of the opposite sex yet, so to me she was simply a girl, though a girl who with occasional glances at me with of her large blue, doe-like eyes constantly reminded me she had witnessed me in an awkward situation. I ignored her as best I could throughout the meal.
After breakfastbreakfast, I returned to the pamphlets with a passion, and the morning passed incredibly quickly. Finally the grownups were ready to leave and I was told to mind my P’sleave, I was told to mind my P's and Q’s, and that Adam would be in charge. With Tthe transfer of authority completed they left, leaving us alone to fend for ourselves.
"Don’t break anything." Adam grunted to me before he turned and headed towards his room.
Mary rolled her eyes. "He’ll be in his room for the next four hours talking to his girlfriend."
Still trying to ignore her and the uncomfortable feelings she inspired in me, I returned to the couch and my pamphlets. As I started to read, though I noticed that Mary had followed me into the living room and had settled down in the easy chair. I was also aware that she was looking at me, a look that seemed to imply I was some sort of puzzle that needed solving. It was definitely not a look I appreciated, and I shifted uncomfortably and tried to ignore her stares with by studying a map of the Magic Kingdom.
"You’re going to have a blast," Mary" Mary said suddenly. "You definitely need to go on the ‘It’s a small world’ ride."
A typical girl ride – a boat trip through a overgrown doll house. It was dead last on my list of things to do and the suggestion did not endear her to me at all. "Uh yea," I agreed diplomatically.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, with me trying to ignore her and Mary probing me with her eyes.
"You’re embarrassed." Mary said finally.
"You didn’t have to stand and watch," I" I grumbled sourly. I regretted saying it the moment I closed my big, overgrown mouth. Girls just love to gab and this was NOT a subject I wanted to gab about.
"You were cute," she" she offered as some sort of peace token.
Oh yea, my aAunt’s thought I was cute too, and took great pains to make sure I knew it by squeezing my cheeks until they hurt for days afterwards. Nope, the last thing a boy like me wanted anything to do with was the word "cute".." Well, OK, not the last thing. The last thing was sitting across from me.
It took her five minutes to realize she hadn’t won me over. Although why a girl, especially an OLDER girl like Mary, would want to win me over was a very uncomfortable mystery to me right then.
"Look, if it bothers you so much, I’ll just show you mine and we’ll be even," She said, sounding slightly exasperated, but not too exasperated. I was suddenly reminded of the time that my best friend Jimmy had coaxed me into egging old Mrs. Sander’s house. Jimmy had probed and prodded me until honor forced me to accept the challenge. After I was caught, I spent the weekend cleaning up the mess I had made and the next three months mowing the mean old lady’s lawn.
For the first timetime, Mary had said something that interested me. I had never seen a a girls privatesgirl's privates before . and while I knew at some dim intellectual level that we they were different, and that difference was important somehow. For the first time, I looked up and studied her. She was actually sitting forward on the chair in a posture that suggested eager anticipation, though her expression seemed to indicate that anticipation was tinged with danger. She was breathing pretty deepdeeply, and I could see small bumps pushing forward on the her baggy Mickey Mouse T-shirt as she inhaled.
"OK" I" I said cautiously, wary of the catch.
Her eyes brightened then suddenly narrowed suspiciously. "You’ve got SWEAR not to tell anyone!" Sshe insisted. "Ever! Can you keep a secret?" I nodded. . "Don’t nod. Swear. My Dad’s a preacher, you know. If he ever caught us he’d probably send us both to hell right there on the spot."
"All right!" I exclaimed. "I swear! Geez."
"OK." She she said. "Adam’s got his music playing. If it suddenly gets loud, he’s opened the door and we have to stop quick!" She she instructed.
Again I nodded, and after one more glance to be sure I understood the gravity of what we were doing, which I guess I really didn’t, she pushed down her shorts. Her baggy T-shirt still covered what I was waiting to see, so I waited patiently. She took a deep breath and lifted up the shirt, giving me a clear unobstructed view of what for all the world looked like nothing more than a puffed up butt with short thin blond hairs growing above it. I was under-whelmed.
As I stared at her pussy, wondering what all the big fuss was about, she asked in a low voice, "Do you ever touch your thing?"
I looked at her incredulously, "Every time I take a leak."
"No, I mean rub it. It feels really, really good." Never having rubbed my dickdick, I was left unable to comment. . "Why don’t you come take a closer look?"
As I stood up and walked over, she spread her legs a little further, and she used two fingers to part her puffy slit. The world exploded in shades of pink, and for the first time I realized there was more to this thing than initially met the eye. Seeing as how she was so unconcerned with my gaze, I walked closer and finally knelt in front of her.
There was an oblong bump just above a hole surrounded by her inner lips . which It was actually quite attractive, even to a ten-year-old boy who really didn’t have the foggiest idea why this had suddenly become so interesting. . Everything was glistening with a coat ofcoat of moisture.
"You can touch it if you want." She she said and her voice had become very low, almost strained. It was almost a plea more than an invitation.
Hesitantly, I reached forward and then stopped, not really knowing how to proceed. With her free hand she reached out, took mine, and guided me. As my fingertips touched her hot, moist skinskin, she let out a small gasp. She began guiding my hand so my fingers pressed against her oblong bump, tracing around it and rubbing it with steadily more force.
As she was doing thisthis, I became aware of a discomfort in my groin, ; the discomfort grew until I was finally forced to pull back and stand up. As I looked downdown, I found a tent had grown in my shorts. Not a big tent by any measure, not at ten. But it was significant none-the-less. Mary had given me my very first erection.
She was staring at me as I pulled out my shorts and stared down at my swollen dick. For ten yearsyears, it had been a constant in my life, and now it was doing something I did not understand at all. It was like suddenly discovering a new arm growing out of your chest.
Mary must have seen the worry on my face,; she surely saw the effect my erection had on my shorts. "That’s OK, Keith. It’s supposed to get like that." She she assured me. "Push down your shorts and I’ll show you."
I hesitated. Modesty, even after the last few intimate moments, even after she had already seen me taking a piss, is a hard thing to overcome. When I hesitated too long, she forced the issue by reaching out and pulled pulling my shorts down for me. Her face was directly in front of my cock, and for some reason that only caused it to grow just a little bit bigger and even start to throb up and down. I could feel her hot breath rush over my burning hot penis and I was almost overpowered by a sense of anticipation.
She looked up at me. "See, your thing sticks out;, I have a hole. You’re supposesupposed to put it inside me. That’s how babies are made."
"I don’t want a baby!" I protested.
"Neither do I, silly! You’re too young to make babies yet anyway. But touching it is nice." She proved it by reaching out and wrapping her hand around my cock. I gasped as the electricity of her touch ran through me. When she began tugging on it, I was carried off to heaven itself. This was a birthday and Christmas all rolled into this one thing, all rolled into each and everyevery movement of her hand.
After a minute in heaven, she used her free hand to guide my hand back to her pussy . and rememberingRemembering my earlier lesson, I began to rub her clit, realizing that she was probably feeling what I was, and unbelievable as it seemed that made what she was doing to me even more pleasurable. . We rubbed each other for at least a minute and the pleasure just kept building.
She paused a moment and as I looked at her to see what had happened I saw a calculating look on her face. "Put it in me." !" She she said. It was a demand, an order.
"No babies!" I protested, maybe a little too loudly. But the music in the background remained muted.
"You’re too young." ," She she said firmly, and she reached around and pulled me closer to her as she leaned back in the chair.
She pulled me between her legs and then guided my cock to her hole. As she removed her hand, any doubts I had vanished as I yielded to temptation. Her hand pulled backback and I pushed forward into her. I penetrated maybe an inch and a half, and asand as I settled as deep inside her as I was going to get, I felt just the hint of pressure in front of my cock. Simultaneously we both sighed gave ain satisfactionied sigh.
Being inside her like this was pleasurable in the extreme, and I marveled at the hot, moist tightness of her and how it seemed to grab and suck at my cock. But moving was even more pleasurable, and quickly I discovered how to work myself in and out of her. After a few seconds, Mary pushed her hand between us and I looked down to see her rubbing the her knob as I thrust. After a minute of thisthis, Mary suddenly gave a sharp gasp and she tensed all over. There was an immediate clenching around my cock, and as I worked in and out of herher, she began to buck her hips wildly while she moaned softly.
After a few secondsseconds, she calmed down and I just kept moving in and out as I explored these new and wonderful sensations. I had been picking up speed along the way and was moving pretty quickly as I felt it all building to something. Suddenly my world exploded into sheer, complete unadulterated pleasure as I experienced my very first orgasm.
***
"Mary was a tall girl for her age and I was a bit short for mine." I explained to Kathy, who was just finishing her wine. "I had my first orgasm looking down on a picture of Mickey Mouse."
"So that’s how fetishes start." Kathy said. "I’m glad I bought this shirt. I’ll have to remember to wear it often when we return home."
"I guess so."
"So how long did you stay with Mary?" Kathy asked.
"A whole week, but nothing else happened. Her brother decided his room was boring and he came out to watch some T.V.TV. and it It woulda looked suspicious if we snuck off together. When our parents returned home I guess Cousin Bill noticed something; and he did a pretty good job of keeping us apart for the rest of our visit."
"You’d think a preacher’s daughter would be more…. Well, innocent I guess." Kathy said searching for a word.
I rolled my eyes and laughed. "I haven’t finished the story yet, love. With the exception of you, Mary’s the wildest girl I ever had sex with."
"But you just said…" Kathy" Kathy began.
"There was one other vacation." I said.
Kathy poured herself another glass of wine and leaned back in her chair. "Oh, please continue."
"Well, first I guess I’d better explain why I think Mary was the way she was with me."
"You're a psychiatrist now?"
"No. I’ve just thought about it off and on for a number of years. You see, Mary was a preacher’s daughter, ; she attended the church school, she hung out with friends from church, everyone devoutly religious, everyone idolizing her father. All of a suddensudden, she discovers sex,sex or at least masturbation, and there’s no one she can try all this new stuff out on without it getting back to her father. Then suddenly I show up. I’m there for a week. Maybe I’m a little younger than she had hopped for, but I think younger is just what she needed. If I had been older, even just two years olderolder, it might have intimidated her. As it was, she controlled our encounter. In shortshort, I was safe. She could find out what she wanted to know and after a week I’d be a thousand miles away."
"Makes sense."
I refilled my wine glasswineglass and took a drink. "The second time, we were both older. Three years older, in fact. I was thirteen and deep in the throes of puberty. She was seventeen and on the verge of being a woman…"
***
This time it was Cousin Bill, Janet, and his familyMary who visited us. Our parents The adults had evidently hit it off, had stayed in touch, and when we couldn’t afford the trip back to see themBill and family, they up and visited us. Adam didn’t join them since he was off in at college. Mary and I had become pen-palspen pals of a sort and I knew she had a boyfriend that she was pretty sure she’d end up marrying some day. I was had been devastated to learn that, of course, but then I had plenty of time since to adjust. Mary had found her boyfriend only a year after we had last seengotten to know each other.
They arrived early on a Saturday morning, and after greetings all around and some idle chitchat the grownups moved out to hit the town. Mary claimed to still be still a little car-sickcarsick, and so begged out . and itIt wasn’t with too much reluctance that I was nominated and elected to stay behind and to look after our guest. If Bill was still worried about the two of us, Mary’s illness, our disparity in ages, and probably Mary’s boyfriend back home put his mind at ease.
As the front door closedclosed, Mary magically transformed from a weary soul to a bright, eager, and extraordinarily pretty girl. Gone was the pony-tailponytail. Now she wore her hair straight and cut just below the shoulders. She was also wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt. Not the same as the last time I had seen her -- this one was a different color.
She leaned forward and smiled a genuinely happy smileforward, smiled a genuinely happy smile, and asked, "Keeping your dick busy there, Keith?"
Since I had learned they were coming, I had prepared myself;, braced myself for being around Mary with absolutely no hope what-so-ever of a re-enactment of our last time alone together. This wasn’t exactly an invitation, but it certainly did open the door at least a crack. Hope flooded through me as I answered tentatively, me, as I answered tentatively, "Yea, but it’s not as fun alone."
She laughed. "I know." She gave me a very appraising look. "You’ve really grown."
"So have you," I" I replied. And it was the truth. The T-shirt might still be baggy but it didn’t exactly hide her ample breasts, nor did it hide her invitingly curved hips.
"I really liked getting your letters.," " She she said. "I’m glad you agreed to keep them a little restrained. I caught my mom going through my things the other day."
I grimaced. "Man, that’s not right." My voice broke in the middle of the sentence and I immediately blushed. In those days I had no more control over my voice than I had over my cock, which seemed to spring to life at the most awkward moments, usually just before getting on the bus or in gym class. Mary smiled at my cracked voice but didn’t laugh.
"Have you…" I paused trying to figure out how to phrase it. "Well you know… with anyone else?"
"Nope. I’m just the virginVirgin Mary saving myself for my wedding day. But it’s not my choice. If the gossip wouldn’t be so mean, or my parents SO disappointed, I’d be making passes at half the guys in my class." She blushed and looked at me shyly. "I know that sounds horrid. I was really excited about our trip out here Keith. I masturbated nightly just thinking about it."
Now it was my turn to blush, but the blush was the least of my concerns. With that one statement, the world became incredibly vivid to me. Sounds seemed to swirl with colors, light seemed to echo like bells and I can still to this very day recall an absolutely perfect image of Mary as we stood there. Perfect in the most minuteminutest details, like the way two strands of hair played across her forehead. Perfect like the way she smelled of a fresh spring day with just the hint of roses. Perfect like the perfection of her unblemished, slightly tanned skin.
"I knew a little about sex when we first met." Sshe said hesitantly, maybe a bit afraid at how intense the mood had become. "But a while ago I managed to get a hold of a book on sex, and there’s a LOT of things we can try if you want."
I knew a little about sex as well, enough to know the basic birds, bees, and latex. "I don’t have any condoms." I groaned.
She grinned. "For a lot of this stuff you wouldn’t need it one anyway. But Doc Peterson’s been giving me prescriptions for the pill. Mom and Dad wouldn’t approve but Doc’s a great guy, and discreete."
When I was ten, I visited Orlando to see DisneyWorld, and while it was funfun, it ran a pale second to my fun with Mary. This was DisneyWorld all over again, and this time it had come to me. "I’m all yours." I said;, it was barely a whisper.
She took the last four steps until she was barely an inch away from me. I had grown considerably in those three years, and though I was a bit shorter than she was, it was not by much. Hesitantly I lifted a hand and placed it on her breast, something I had been thinking a lot about lately. Thanks to Mary, I knew every some parts of the female anatomy very intimately, but I had never seen or felt a breast.
Mary was not wearing a bra, and I felt the soft yielding plumpness respond through her T-shirt. I looked down in awe at what I was doing and noticed two button sized protrusions appear as her shirt stretched over her large and very erect nipples. Then Mary placed her hand under my jaw and lifted until I was staring into her endlessly blue eyes. She leaned forward slightly and her lips met mine.
I felt her tongue press against my lips and then part them. Slowly but surelysurely, I learned how to respond to this strange, sensational new dance. As I yielded to the overwhelming sensations Isensations, I slowed in my massage of her breast until I felt her hand on top of mine, urging me to resume my ministrations. . As I picked up the pace, her hand drifted lower until her palm rested above my almost painfully throbbing cock, and she began to squeeze it through my denims.
A minute of that would have had me shooting my load in my shorts, but Mary could stand it no more than I could . and sheShe broke away from the indescribably sensational kiss and with uncontrollable urgency behind each and every word said, "Oh God, take me, take me now!"
I didn’t need any more prompting. It took scant seconds that seemed to last an eternity to remove our pants . but finally Finally exposed, we didn’t even move to the couch. Mary rolled onto the carpet and spread herself wide to me. I wasn’t gentle as I entered her. My lust and need drove me like a crazed beast. I was thirteen, I had known the rapture of sex, and then went without for three and a half very long years. , I was the worst sort of lover, who cared only for his pleasure and not that of his partner.
I did had not take broken Mary’s virginity maidenhead three years agoearlier, but time and over-exuberant masturbation had already torn asunder any barriers whichbarriers that might have stood between us as I thrust in. It was only on reflection that I could be grateful for this. At that momentmoment, I do not think I had the self-control to hold back and spare her the pain. I had indeed grown over three years, in more ways than one. I had no way to know if I was large, small, or merely adequate, but Mary’s moan of pleasure as I thrust told me that I was exactly the right size for right then and right there.
Oh God, it was so intense. Her hot, tight, dripping wet pussy grabbed at my cock. Her grunts and soft cries of "Oh yes! yesYes!" still echo in my mind. The feel of her hands wrapped around my buttocks, kneading them like I had felt her breasts, pulling them apart to stretch my anus, was a sensation that I had never experienced before. If It was so intense, I was so young, itand it was over so fast. We had barely just begun when my senses exploded . and I experienced what may be the most intense orgasm I had ever felt in my life, as with each powerful thrust I sent wave after wave of my seed deep within her.
I was still gasping for breath as when I finally slowed to a stop. Youth allowed me to stay firm inside her, but each little movement now was rapidly becoming an exquisite annoyance. My own ecstasy was shattered only by the look of disappointment on her face as she realized that I had spent myself.
"Well, I guess we can begin the lessons a little earlier than I had thoughtplanned." Sshe said. "Move down and kiss my pussy. Run your tongue through it, push it into my cunt, suckand suck on my clit…"
For a brief momentmoment, I was overcome by disgust. Oral sex had not been a part of what little I had managed to learn, and the thought of putting my mouth on, let alone tasting something that someone peed with was immediately revolting to me. I was also turned off by the thought of tasting my own seed. I had tasted it once, just once, and that was more than enough. Bitter and salty are not my preferred tastes.
I knew I had left Mary hanging, and I owed her, I owed her big time. I think I would have sold her my soul for just one more experience like the last. Like the last two really. And soSo it there was only a brief moment of hesitation before I steeled myself and lowered my head between her legs. Tentatively, I ran my tongue on the outside of her pussy, tasting for the first time the unique taste and texture that is woman. Bolder now, my tongue ran between her outer lips, feeling the walls around them while the very tip ran across her valley floor.
She arched her head back and let out a loud moan. . The odor and taste of my juices mingled with hers was strong, but her moan of pleasure inspired me and I was rapidly beginning to grow accustomed to this. . Blindly, I let my tongue probe, push, stroke, and let my lips caress and suck as her moans and cries of "Yes! More!" guided me in the giving of pleasure. . Her orgasm, when it came, was every bit as powerful as mine had been . and itIt was only the firm pressure of her hands at the back of my head that kept me in contact with her while her hips bucked wildly in the throws throes of her rapture. I was young. Very young, and though quickly spent, I also quickly recovered and my erection was rubbing the carpet as I licked her to orgasm.
"That was so wonderful!" Sshe cooed. I crawled up beside her and she let the back of her hand rub across my cheek.
***
"Do you have her address?" Kathy asked.
I noticed that Kathy had a light blush and was trembling slightly. The telling of the tale had excited her as much as it had me. In all our years of marriagemarriage, I don’t know why the subject of our first times had never come up. Maybe it was simply that we avoided discussing our prior lovers. When Kathy and I had met, all the old flames had been extinguished, if not forgotten.
"I suppose I could get it easy enough. Why do you ask?" I answered.
"I need to write her a thank you note. She taught you well. When you put your mind, or rather your tongue to it, you’re the best man I’ve ever had."
"My, but you know how to make the man in your life feel special." I beamed.
She smiled. "Unfortunately, before we came here you haven’t been very interested lately. . It’s been quite a while since we made love, you know."
I sighed. "I know. There was a time I couldn’t live without sex, or thought I couldn’t anyway. These days it just seems so unimportant compared to making enough money to support you and the kids, keeping up the house, keepingand keeping up with the JonesJones's and with friends. It’s a bad excuse, isn’t it."
"No. I guess not. I loved you even when you weren’t making love to me, and the great sex isn’t the only reason I married you."
"Aw. Now I feel special all over again."
"You should." She laughed.
"I’m glad we came here. It’s made me feel like a kid all over again. I’m remembering and experiencing things I’d thought I’d never experience again."
"I’m glad too. Is there more to the story?"
"Quite a bit actually. They stayed a full two weeks."
Kathy rolled her eyes. "Oh great! We’ll be out here all night and into the next before you finish the first week!"
"Well, after that first day it slowed down a bit. After all, Mary couldn’t claim to be car sickcarsick for a whole two weeks. But we managed to steal some time together. I never did find out the name of that book Mary had got her hands on, but we got into some pretty crazy stuff before she left."
"How crazy?" Kathy asked with a note of anxiety.
I laughed. "Nothing crazier than a seventeen year old girl fucking the brains out of a thirteen year old boy. Mostly it was just different positions, but along the wayway, she introduced me to my first blow jobblowjob, and anal sex. I even attempted to fuck her tits, but though she was developing quite nicelynicely, she hadn’t fleshed out enough so to speak. Almost every first I ever experienced, I experienced with her."
"Almost?" Kathy prompted.
I smiled evilly. "Apparently the book failed to mention that inserting a finger into a man’s anus just prior to orgasm and massaging the prostrate would make the man the woman’s slave for life. That first belongs completely to you, dear."
"I’m so very glad she left me something to surprise you with." Kathy said dryly, though sarcastically. She was enjoying the hell out of this.
"Would you like to hear the sordid details? Or shall we call it a night."
She glowered at me. "Don’t you dare call it a night. After as many times as we’ve fucked today I didn’t think it was possible to get this worked up again, but you and I, dearheart are going to make mad passionate love before we call it a night, the kind that will have the neighbors banging on the walls and calling the manager."
"The neighbors are our children." I reminded her.
"Oh." She frowned, a frown that quickly turned into a grin. "We’ll just have to make mad quiet mad passionate love."
"Sounds good to me." I admitted. My cock had been ready for quite some time now.
"But first continue the tale." Kathy prompted. "I’m enjoying the anticipation."
"Me too." I admitted. . "Tell you what, why don’t you come over here, and sit on my lap, and I’ll tell you about the two most memorable fucks; then we’ll retire to fuck like bunnies in heat."
"Oh la la!" Kathy exclaimed, wriggling her nose and showing her two front teeth; doing her bunny imitation.
She sauntered over and sat on my lapover, sat on my lap, and pulled up her robe enough to let my cock slip between her legs, resting against her delightfully juicy pussy. I was tempted to cry uncle and forego the story but I was enjoying this prolonged arousal as much as I enjoyed sharing this very special part of myself with the woman I loved.
Still, I could not resist running my hands across her breasts before dropping one hand down to lightly finger her pussy. She moaned and leaned back into me.
"Something tells me this is going to be the best part yet." She sighed as I idly dipped an index finger into her.
***
"Was it as good for you as it looked?" I asked Mary, curious if all that licking and sucking was really as pleasurable as it had seemed.
"Oh yea. You were great!" She said enthusiastically. "Looks like you’re ready to go all over again." I grinned bashfully. "Can it wait long enough for us to take a shower? I feel kinda gritty."
"Sure." I said, just a little disappointed but not terribly so, since I knew there would be more to come later on.later. "The bathroom’s down the hall and to the right."
"Umm," she" she replied, "I was kinda sorta hoping you’d join me. I mean, it’s not like we have anything to hide, at least not between us."
That was something to which I had absolutely no objections at all. We walked hand in hand into the bathroom, and Mary removed the Mickey Mouse T-ShirtT-shirt, giving me my first unobstructed view of a woman au-natural. As she lifted her arms and pulled the shirt over her head, the grace and sensuality of her form was overpowering.
Mary had a pretty face. Not a glamorous or beautiful face, but a pretty, wholesome face. . But hHer body was exquisite. She smiled shyly at me as she watched my reaction. I felt her eyes probing me, looking for the slightest sign of disapproval. What she found was only awe, admiration, and a rock hard penis.
I removed my shirt, though it really wasn’t as big a deal for me as it apparently had been for her. I was still a kid;, we both knew it. One day I might possess a body that would drive the coeds wild with desire (if that day ever happened, nobody bothered to tell me), but right then I was a thirteen year old lanky kid; no; no bulky muscles, no broad shoulders, no rippled abs, no buns of steel. Just me, a discreete thirteen year old kid with a kind of interesting face and a penis. At that momentmoment, I was everything she needed.
She turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to her liking before starting the shower. I stood there noticing how, as she bent over, her pussy peeked out between her legs, offering me a tantalizingly erotic view that almost had me almost leaping out of my skin. She stepped under the water and ran her hands across her flesh as the water cascaded off her. Then she turned and looked at me, holding her arms out invitingly.
I stepped into the shower with her. Gingerly she reached down and picked up the soapdown, picked up the soap, and placed it in my hand. Her eyes told me exactly what to do and I reached out and touched the bar to her chest, moving in slow leisurely circles. First her chest, then her breasts . as I took a gleeful delight in watching her reaction as I ran the bar ever so lightly around her nipples. I marveled at how her breasts moved as I ran the bar under them, pushing them up ever so slightly as I continued my movements.
Her flat belly was a delight to soap upsoap up as those slow circles drifted lower. When I reached her pussypussy, she parted her legs to give me more room to work. I judged her pussy needed special attention, given our prior activities. I ran the bar through her lips, and letting and my index finger trail behind and to make sure she got slippery in all the right places.
She leaned forward and kissed me, another open- mouthed passionate kiss; and the bar of soap slipped from my fingers. I didn’t need it thoughany more anyway. There was plenty of soapy water to continue my cleaning; as I continued to finger her. The sensation of her soapy slippery skin against mine was so intense intense--at times I was trying to fuck airfuck air as my hips would involuntarily thrust forward, seeking warm fertile ground to plant my seed. . She tensed and shuddered shuddered.and I felt her pussy clench around my fingers and recognized in her an orgasm, though she never once broke the kiss.
FinallyFinally, with a wistful sigh she pulled back. The look on her face was radiant. She was a young goddess who was only just beginning to measure understand the full extent of her power and glory.
She bent down and picked up the bar of soap. With the lightest of touchestouches she turned me around so my back was to her and she began to soap up my back, much as I had soaped up her front. There was a duality in the sensations I was feeling. On one handhand, it was almost ordinary, not sexual at all. On the otherother, I knew was intensely aware of a water nymph that right behind me was a water nymph thatwho wcould take me to paradise and back. And Thus the ordinary turned sensual.
At the small of my backback, I felt a mild thrill;, here was something very unique, but she did not linger there long. She leisurely soaped my buttocks, very leisurely before Ithen I felt her part my cheeks and run the bar through my ass. One of her fingers gently circled my anus, just enough to tease, but again she did not linger.
With another incredibly light touchtouch, she turned me to face her. Our eyes locked together as she began to soap my chest. I My gaze wavered in my gaze and I gasped as she ran the bar across my nipples . and I found that yes this too could be very pleasurable. Again myMy eyes met hers again as she ran the bar across my stomach, then down across my waist, until finally, finally, the bar ran across my cock.
But not for long! She went lower still and got washed my balls, then between my legs before returning to my eager cock. The soap was slimy yet hard against my engorged flesh and it was surprisingly unUN-satisfying, though it was certainly enough to keep every nerve in my body centered on that one part of myselfme. Mary, frustrated at by the lack of contact as well, placed the bar between her hands and rubbed to get a good lather before setting the bar aside. . She then grasped me firmly, running her slick, hot hands all over my shaft, taking great pains to pull back my foreskin, ensuring that no spot went untouched.
I threw back my head and surrendered to the purethe pure pleasure she was giving me. This was so different thanfrom what we had done before, yet it was so pleasurable in completely its own way. Then suddenly she stopped.
She smiled mischievously at my crestfallen expression and said, "My boyfriend Jeremy is very religious, Keith. If we’re ever marriedmarried, there are things I know he won’t do because the Bible calls them a sin. At least once in my life, I want to try these things."
She handed the soap back to me and said in a low trembling voice. "Wash my back. Wash my butt, make sure you get the soap up my bottom, then take me there." Then she slowly turned her back to me.
Mary’s caresses had inspired an urgencyurgency in me. I did not understand her desires, at least not thenthen, but I most certainly was not going to argue with them. I was not as leisurely as before when I washed her back. But at her urging I did linger over her buttocks, lathering her up. When she was readyready, I inserted a well latheredwell-lathered finger into her ass. She began to sigh as I swirled the finger around.
"The book says this can be fun," she" she said, "but you have to be ready for it. I’ve been practicing at home with a coke bottle, at home just for you, just for today. I hope it’s enough." I could almost hear her blush as she said it.
From our very first encounterencounter, Mary conveyed a mixture of wild abandon and girlish innocence. She seemed to say without words, "I’m tired of this stuffy old life. I want to live a little, I want to have fun! I know it’s wrong, I know it’s decadent, but damn it, this is what I want!" I knew it was wrong as well, if it wasn’t it wouldn’t have to be a secret. I went along because it was fun, but mostly because I was a walking bag of hormones with a penis. That may sound sexist, but I think it’s true. I still don’t really know what drove Mary, ; to be honest I never really cared beyond the realization that her drives and mine overlapped so wonderfully.
She grunted as I stuffed a third finger into her and then began flexing my fingers out, stretching her, getting making her ready for this encounter. . Preparing her for this had taken had took some time . and I was so focused on what I was doing, so attuned to her reactions, that I found myself beginning to soften when she said, "I’m ready."
Ah, to be thirteen and to hear that "I’m ready." again. I went Ffrom quasi-erect to a major hardon in under a second flat. . Three fingers or not, this was going to be tight and I knew it, so I took a second to add a little bit of lather to my cock before proceeding. I positioned my organ and pushed forward slowly. There was some resistance at first, but the soap and my fingers had loosened her up so that her flesh yielded and the tip of my cock entered her.
She was so bloody tight! It was likeas if a hot, slick hand had grabbed hold of my cock and began begun squeezing with abandon. Slowly I continued to push into her until I was all the way in.
"Ugh!" She grunted. "I feel so full! But it feels so wonderful! Just hold it there for a second."
For a second, I remained as I was, impaling her fully with my engorged cock. Then I had my first bout of sexual inspiration. I reached around and placed my hand on her breast . and feeling Feeling the fantastic sensations of slippery flesh against soft, yielding slippery flesh, I placed my other hand on her other breast. It was a wonderful sensation, feeling her from behind like this . and I decided to explore this further. I pulled her up into towards my chest until she was upright, then as one hand continued to massage her breast, my other hand began to finger her pussy.
"Oh Yes!" She moaned. "Oh God, Yes!"
For almost a minuteminute, I had remained unmoving within her, with nothing but the gentle contractions of her anus around the base of my shaft and the tightness of her hole around my cock for stimulation., but Soon this, along with her moans and the feel of her in my hands had me incredibly aroused. Soon, without Without further prompting, I began to move, anyway bending my knees to slide out, straightening them to thrust back in. . I did this slowly at first, but shortly I was moving as fast as this position would allow me to go.
It wasn’t fast enough. Despite the indescribably intense sensations, the position was too awkward and I had to withdraw my hands. . The lightest touch on her back was all the prompting she needed to bend over. She was stimulating fingering herself now, and as I began to move faster, her moans and grunts began to come more frequently as well.
I’m ashamed of what happened next. I knew I had to be careful, but I was young and possessed, and above all elseelse, I needed speed. My fingers dug into her flesh and I began forcing us together and apart. . Ever faster, with ever more fury, ever more urgency. She did not protest at all, her cries were as full of abandon as mine, but then she did cry out in pain. Not loud, but I heard it. I had hurt her. But I didn’t stop. I heard her whimper, but mixed with those whimpers were the moans of pleasure I had heard before. When she spoke, she only urged me on, faster, harder, deeper.
When her orgasm hit, the contractions around my cock threw me over the edge. If I fucked her with abandon before, it was nothing compared to this. My cries mixed with hers as I slammed into her, pushed her away savagely, then pulled her into me yet again. , eachEach time probing as deeply as I could, each time relishing the touch of her tight, hot, convulsing hole against my cock.
It was a blinding moment of pure pleasure. I can’t describe it as anything other than a completion, a validation. When thought returned, I found myself bent over her, my chin dug into her shoulder, laughing weakly with tears running down my face. Then I remembered.
"Are you OK?" I asked. I felt horrible having to ask it, for having to ask it this late, for not having asked it earlier.
"I’ll be fine." She assured me. "It was wonderful. Pleasure and pain at the same time."
"I’m sorry." I said.
"Don’t be. It was my idea and I’m glad we did it. I want to do it again before I have to leave. Jeremy would never do this, and I think, I really think I could learn to love this. The feeling of you behind me while you touched me, while you filled me, it was beautiful."
We let the running water wash away the blood and juices of our sin. . We were both young, but after what we had just done together, not young enough to do anything else that day.
***
Kathy had been fingered to orgasm somewhere around the time I began telling her how I was feeling up Mary from behind with my meat stuffed up her ass. . My cock had received no such relief and I was almost in pain at the near constant erection for so long. Eventually, something would have to give.
"Maybe I should revisit my prejudices against anal sex." Kathy said as I traced a circle around her nipple.
"I never really understood it," I" I admitted. "Mary certainly seemed to like it. Especially the second time. That was good too but the first time is always special."
"Did you ever find out if Jeremy indulged her? Did she even marry Jeremy?"
"Yes, she did. . They have two children, a boy and a girl. But Mary confided in me that Jeremy was everything she feared he would be; stodgily conservative and by the book missionary."
"Ohhh, that just steams me!" Kathy fumed. "How could a girl who enjoyed sex as much as she did shack herself up with an old fuddy-duddy?"
"She told me it was partly because it was expected after they had dated so long, but mostly because he really did love her and she really did love him. They may not be as adventurous as she would have liked, but other than that they have a very happy marriage."
"I guess I’m just lucky to have my beefcake and eat it too," Kathy" Kathy quipped.
"Eating me sounds like a really good idea right now. Lets skip the last story and move straight to the mad passionate love part."
"You’ve held out this long, I think you can hold out for one more story." Kathy grinned.
"No fair!" I protested.,, "you’ve already cum once and you’re well on your way to another while I’m sitting here with my cock to twisting in the wind."
"You’re lucky it’s a warm wind. Hold out a little longer, I promise to make it worth your while."
"OK." I sighed. "One for the road, so to speak."
I had planned on tellingto tell how Mary and I had spent a day trying various positionsvarious positions she had learned from that book. It was either that or the time when Mary and I went to a movie matinee . and We sat in the back in a very sparsely populated theater and indulged in a bit of mutual masturbation followed by some oral sex. I quickly changed that to the time Mary had given me my first blow job. It was short, very dear to my heart, and it was short.
***
I woke that first night of Mary’s visit to something fantastically warm and moist wrapped around my cock. I jerked awake, but already I knew what was happening, so I remained silent. Mary pulled back and smiled at me. In the pale silvery moonlightmoonlight, she was almost liquid in her beauty. She wore an overlong T-shirt again with Mickey on the front.
After that brief pause, she bent back down and sucked me into her mouth. This was my third time with her in less than twenty-four hours. Each time was different, each time erotic, sensual, and exotic beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life.
I should have protested that this was foolish, reminded her that her parents were right next door to us, and the walls in the house were paper thinpaper-thin. I could hear my parents when they made love, and their room was all the way across the house. As those thoughts raced through my head, the element of danger wrapped itself like a warm glove around the red-hot sensations of Mary’s mouth stroking up and down on my cock, and the incredible feeling of her tongue, cheeks, and the suction.
I wanted to moan, I wanted to groan, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that this was soooo goooood! But I couldn’t even make a tiny whimper, lest it be heard by the very people we least wanted to find out about our games.
Mary began to run ran her free hand over my chest and stomach, as if I needed even more stimulation! FinallyFinally, she decided that my erect nipples meant I liked for themthem to be touched, and she was so right!
In the pale moonlight, with our her parents sleeping (lightly!) next door, Mary brought me to ana absolutely stunningstunning climax. To this day, it might be the hardest thing I’ve ever had doneto do, to not make a single sound when the moment came. . It didn’t occur to me until later that the girl had swallowed everything I had shot into her. The next morning I didn’t find even a single stain.
I thought maybe Mary would join me in bed for a while and I could return the pleasure, but she just smiled at me, touched my cheek lightly, and quietly crept out of my room. She told me the next day when we were alone togethertogether, she wanted to find out what sperm tasted like. . She was certainly a girl that who left no stones, or tricks left unturned.
***
"That’s nice," Kathy" Kathy said after I finished.
"Didn’t do anything for you?" I asked.
"Not really. A blow job is a uniquely male experience."
"I wouldn’t mind experiencing it one right now." I hinted.
"I rather suspected you would. But I think I’m going to drag you into bed and ride you like a wild horse instead."
I shuddered with anticipation. "Let’s go!"
She lifted herself off me, and set her empty wine glasswineglass on the table.
As we walked back into the bedroom, I casually said casually, "Maybe when we’re done, you can tell me how you learned that little finger in the anus trick."
"I doubt it." Kathy said as she removed my robe. "It’s very late and the kids will want to be up at the crack of dawn. I think Mickey Mouse is signing autograph books in fantasyland Fantasyland tomorrow."
"Maybe tomorrow?" I asked, as Kathy let her robe fall to the floor.
Kathy gave me a light push on the chest and I fell backwards onto the bed. She climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my long ignored cock. "Maybe you won’t like it."
"Maybe I will." I said with a gasp as she begin began to raise and lower herself.
"We’ll see," Kathy" Kathy said as we moved together in the dark moonlit room. Waves of pleasure washed over me as I saw Mickey Mouse’s image, adorning my wife’s shirt, moving up and down, up and down in front of me.