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"Bella's Persuasion" By Pee J
Copyright Pee J 2000
Bella is a twenty-five-year-old former colleague. She had
worked for me since she was nineteen and she seemed to look on me
as some kind of mentor. Our relationship was never more than that
of being good friends, although sometimes we would flirt mildly.
Even though it was obvious from her comments that she was no
virgin, I soon realised that she was not very experienced
sexually.
She is dark haired and has a pretty, oval face with lovely green
eyes. She has a particularly smooth neck, beautiful shoulders,
and above all fantastic boobs. Unfortunately, however, she
usually seemed rather self-conscious about them, and almost always
tended to wear loose-fitting blouses or sweaters.
After she left and started working for another company we retained
our friendship and fairly frequently we would meet up, have a few
drinks or go out to dinner. That we get on so well was somewhat
unlikely, as I am quite a lot older than she is. What with office
politics, problems about sexual harassment, there was never any
question of my making advances to her and anyway she had a
boyfriend.
I was never sure if she realised that I was strongly attracted to
her, or if she thought that I merely looked upon her semi-
paternally. Either way she kept any thoughts to herself, whilst
often my own libido ran riot simply thinking about what lay under
those loose blouses. The only hint of their magnificence came
when she stretched. Their exact proportions were then vaguely
outlined and showed that they were certainly a good size and as
far as I could make out, a perfect shape, round and very firm.
Many of my fantasies focussed around those fabulous twin peaks.
On this particular evening she was due to come over to my place as
we were going to the local theatre to see some Spanish dancing,
something that particularly interested her. We had a quick meal
in a local restaurant beforehand, and then after the show we had a
couple of beers at a local hostelry. We returned to my house and
as she had agreed to stay over, something I was really looking
forward to, we would have plenty of time to chat. There was
never any question of her spending the night anywhere but in the
guestroom - alone.
We got stuck into a few strong German lagers, and soon both of us
were feeling pretty content. We were never at a loss regarding
what to talk about, nattering on as usual, and from time to time
returning to our favourite subject - sex! She would often go into
the most intimate detail of her own love life, which I have to
admit I found a great turn-on. She was that delightful ingenuous
mixture, part young, earthy and streetwise, part naive. It was
an appealing and even heady combination.
One aspect of our relationship was that she would often question
me on aspects of lovemaking. For instance she had once asked me
to describe, in minute detail, how to give a good blowjob. At
the time, we were sitting in a restaurant with other diners
around, which only seemed to heighten my latent excitement with
the possibility that we might be overheard. Needless to say that
when we stood up to leave, I wondered if the physiological
manifestation of the inevitable rise in my blood pressure would be
evident to any of the other diners. There were similar occasions
- for example, had I ever done anal intercourse? What was it
like? Would I describe it, and so on. In spite of all our
erotic chat, the relationship was and always had been entirely
platonic.
On this particular evening the subject somehow got round to
masturbation. Like most women on the subject she started with,
"Well, all men do it, don't they?" Noncommittally I answered
that probably a lot did. Not surprisingly, she was not going to
be satisfied with that.
"Do you do it?" she wanted to know. Slightly taken off guard, I
admitted that I did. "How often," she pressed.
"Well," I said, "it varies."
"Yes, but on average, how often?"
I didn't know what to say to her. Being, from her point of view
at least, somewhat long in the tooth, I guess my sex drive was
probably not that of an 18-year-old, but none the less I still
considered myself pretty hot-blooded. In the end I decided to
answer truthfully, "Sometimes not for a couple of weeks, very
occasionally twice or very rarely three times in one night, but on
average maybe two or three times a week.
She pondered this for a while and then said, "I have never really
seen a man wank."
I wondered where the conversation would go from there, and taking
advantage of the pause, I went and got another couple of beers.
When I got back to the sofa, we sipped our beers in silence and
then she leant against me, and provocatively cocking her head
slightly said, "Pee J, if I asked you, would you do something for
me?"
Unwittingly, I responded that I probably would if I could.
Pressing closer to me she asked, "Would you let me watch you wank
yourself off?"
I was absolutely flabbergasted and couldn't reply immediately.
She turned towards me and nuzzled her face into my neck, making it
impossible for me to ignore the feeling of one of those fabulous
breasts being pressed into my arm. She had never done anything
like this before, and then her hand touched my knee and then moved
up the inside of my thigh. I knew that with my gathering
excitement, increasing in tandem with my erection, that at that
moment I doubted that I would have been able to refuse her even
the theft of the Crown Jewels.
She continued to nuzzle me and her hand moved in slow circles on
the inside of my thigh, but kept well clear of my crotch.
"Please Pee J, you will won't you - please?" I think I must have
nodded weakly. "You'll go all the way, won't you? I want to see
you come."
There was no question about it, I was in a complete daze, but she
knew I would do it, and to give me some encouragement she started
to undo my belt. "I think you'd be more comfortable in the
bedroom." I nodded again weakly, and, taking my hand, she pulled
me to my feet and led me on wobbly knees to the bedroom. As we
got there, she faced me, glanced down, and taking my zip between
her thumb and forefinger, pulled it down. As she did her fingers
just brushed my erection, and sent waves of hot pleasure coursing
through me. As my trousers fell to the floor, she unbuttoned my
shirt and slipped it off. Placing her hand on my chest she gently
pushed me backwards onto the bed.
As I lay on my back, the bulge of my hardening cock was tenting my
briefs. "Go on, go on," she urged. I tentatively slid my hand
over my briefs, pressing my palm hard down on my cock, slowly
rotating it. "Get it out and let me see it," she insisted. It
was almost as though I was in an advanced state of intoxication,
with all my natural inhibitions and reluctance rapidly
disappearing. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs
and raising my hips, began to slide them down. My prick sprang
free, pointing upwards at over ninety degrees. I could hear
Bella's breathing becoming harder. I kicked off the briefs and,
almost in a trance, my right hand returned to my cock. My fingers
closed round the shaft and I began to massage it, mainly just
using the pressure of my thumb and forefinger. I began pulling
the foreskin in an upward direction but only slightly drawing it
back down. I often use this technique as I find it extends the
pleasure, as it avoids stretching the opening ring of the foreskin
over the swollen knob. Gradually I increased the length of the
stroke, exposing more of the purple head, revelling in the
sensation of the tip of the foreskin being stretched. Bit by bit
I pulled back the foreskin more and more. The eye in the centre
glistened and let out a large droplet of precum, which with each
stroke spread over the exposed knob, smoothly increasing the
lubrication.
With each stroke I pulled back the foreskin further and further
until I had the exquisite sensation of feeling the ultimate
friction as the foreskin was stretched to its maximum, and at last
fully exposing the glans. Through half closed eyes, I stole a
glance at Bella. Her eyes met mine and then quickly returned to
my prick. My hand movements increased in tempo. The feeling in
my prick was fantastic. I was in an amazing state of arousal;
this was one of the most sexually charged experiences I could
remember. By now, not only had I lost any lingering inhibitions,
I was being indescribably turned-on knowing that I was being
watched.
Through half-closed eyes I heard Bella whisper, "Go on, go on,
come for me." I prised my eyes open. The flies of her jeans
were open, revealing her white panties, and in the exposed
triangle below her belly button, I now saw, through the thin
cotton, the outline of her hand working furiously. The sight of
her masturbating herself was altogether too much for me. This
image proved to be the catalyst to trigger the crisis somewhere in
the deep centre of my body. It began in almost slow motion, and
then from the depth of my loins, gathered momentum and sped with
increasing and unstoppable speed all through the length of my
prick and finally erupted. As it did I let out a scream of
infinite pleasure, at what was one of the most vivid climaxes of
my life. The viscous white fluid fountained inches into the air,
and fell back onto my stomach, whilst my cock continued to pump
and jerk as the last drops spurted out.
Opening my eyes I saw that Bella was in the final stages of her
own paroxysm, and closing her eyes, throwing back her head and
with heaving breasts, she too let out a long cry followed by a
series of sobs, gently subsiding as her fingers slowed their
movements under her panties, now revealing a gradually increasing
patch of dampness.
"That was fantastic," she said, and taking her hand out of her
panties she held out her fingers, gleaming in the dim light with
her juices. She looked up at me, and then down at her hand
again. She said no words; her deep green eyes said everything.
I sat upright, leaned forward and took her fingers in my mouth
closing my lips around them. There was a taste vaguely familiar,
certainly erotic, of her own unique nectar. As I sucked and
licked, she slowly pushed her fingers deeper into my mouth, then
slightly pulling them back, repeated the motion. There was no
mistaking the symbolism of her actions.
She stood beside the bed, as I rested slightly raised, on my
elbows. Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse and undid
them one a time. I knew what she was doing and I waited in
feverish anticipation. Was I really going to see those fabulous
breasts? Those mounds that I had lusted after for so long? She
slid the blouse from her shoulders and let it slip to the floor.
There they were, the beautiful orbs, which I craved for. That
they were encased in a white lacy, low-cut bra, for the moment
hardly seemed to matter. I could discern the outline of her
nipples - all this was a first. The superb curve from her
shoulders down to the swell of her breasts once more set my pulse
racing.
She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, and shrugging
her shoulders forward, let the bra shuffle down her arms and fall
to the floor. For a second my eyes followed the trail the bra
was taking until, with a start, I realised that she had now
revealed herself for my benefit. I was not disappointed with
what I was seeing. Surely those boobs were the ultimate in shape
and size. There could not be any more perfect examples. Her
slightly olive skin produced nuances of soft shadow, producing a
roundness and perfection of form, that even the models for
Canova's sculptures would have envied. Then, in a darker tone
than the rest of her skin, situated plumb in the middle of each
orb were the aureolas, quite large and surmounted by even darker,
pert, erect, acorn-size nipples.
This was my nirvana, my portal to a visual heaven. I had waited
quite a few years for this moment, one that I never ever expected
to arrive. My eyes were riveted to them. From the periphery of
my vision, I could make out a slight smile on her lips. She knew
the effect she was having on me, and I somehow think she had known
all along just how much I lusted after her boobs.
She pushed me back on the bed, scooped the jizz from my belly, and
proceeded to rub it into one of her nipples. She now reached over
and taking my cock between her thumb and forefinger, squeezed out
the remainder of my cum and applied it to the other nipple. Then
leaning over me until a breast was immediately above my face she
said, "I bet you want to have a taste of these." To say I didn't
need a second invitation was the understatement of the century.
I couldn't wait to get at them. One pressed onto my mouth, I
gobbled it, sucked it, flicked the nipple with my tongue, scraped
my teeth along the hardened nub and revelled in its delight. My
other hand reached up and clasped the other. What joy, what
pleasure! They felt as good as they looked. The wetness of my
cum on her nipples provided superb lubrication for my fingers to
circle and rub those protrusions, and judging from the sounds she
was making, I had no doubt that she was enjoying all these
sensations as much as I was.
Her jeans had slipped down to her thighs and, kicking them off,
she dropped them to the floor. At the crotch of her panties, the
distinctly wet patch around the gusset was by now slightly
transparent, and I could even make out the dark hairs of her bush.
I could feel that I was definitely stirring again. My desire was
once more increasing. She offered me her other breast and I
swapped my hands over.
She knelt on the bed and, pressing my arms into my side, straddled
me, one leg on each side of my body. Leaning back on her heels,
her thighs parted wide showing her bikini pants stretched tight
across her crotch. My eyes were glued to that spot. I could
feel her bottom pressing against my rising prick. She arched her
back, pulled herself to an upright position making the fabric taut
across her pubes, which now by were only a foot or so from my
face. She shuffled slightly nearer then leant forward resting her
arms on the headboard. By now the gusset of her panties was just
above my nose. She lowered herself to a position that was just a
fraction above my nose. I breathed in the distinct aroma of
female arousal. I raised my face to make contact, and my nose
brushed the wet material. I rubbed my nose along the cotton, and
my actions were met with soft moaning and increasing pressure on
my face. I ran my tongue along taut cloth between her thighs.
Saliva from my tongue further soaked the gusset of her panties
She then seemed to come to a decision. Her desire overcame her
inhibitions. She stood up on the bed, her feet still on either
side of me, and with one hand holding on to the headboard she used
the other to pull her panties down. She raised one foot, released
one leg then the other, and now she was towering over me, totally
naked, legs parted providing me with an unhindered view of her
entire flushed and engorged labia. "Now let's see if you're just
all talk or if you really know how to do it." She returned to
her former position, giving me the perfect close-up of her moist
love-nest as it hovered just above me, the swollen crimson lips
wet from love juices. I knew that I was going to savour every
second, and that I was expected to give a virtuoso performance.
Still straddling me, she dropped to her knees again and this time
those nether lips met mine, and her juices mingled with my saliva.
My tongue first thrust inside penetrating her dark tunnel, then
with my nose pressed against her pubes, I found her love bud and
let my tongue flick, lick, caress, and finally suck at it. As I
did so, she leaned forward and by looking down and occasionally
raising herself slightly, she could see my tongue and mouth at
work on her.
All the while my cock had been gathering strength and rising
slowly. The realisation that she was getting a real thrill from
watching herself being sucked off finally bounced my cock back to
its full hard throbbing self. Bella's breathing became faster and
then first crushing herself onto my mouth, then going rigid, she
let out a strangled cry and I knew my tongue had achieved what she
- and I - had hoped for.
After a few moments she lifted herself off, and turning the other
way round, she laid her cheek on my thigh, and looked directly at
my very erect prick, just inches away. She slipped her hand
around it and caressed it gently. I clenched my muscles and it
kicked slightly. The caressing became firmer and more insistent.
She retracted the foreskin - it did not return. She directed my
prick towards her face. She extended her tongue and flicked its
end. She ran it around the fully exposed glans. Her fingers
worked on the base of my shaft, squeezing and massaging. She
leaned closer and closed her lips round my cock. Her tongue
raced round the knob. She was doing everything I had previously
recommended to her. I felt her apply suction, just as I had said
she should. She took me deeper into her mouth. Her lips closed
tightly round the shaft. She began moving her head up and down,
mouth fucking me. Seeing her lovely face doing that to me filled
me with wonder, and then the sensations started to take control
and began to overwhelm me. Her hand was rubbing me quicker; her
mouth was bobbing faster. My pulse was racing and my prick felt
so big that I knew it was about to explode. I knew my big moment
was beginning. It started coursing through my whole being. I
thrust frantically in time with her head movements.
"I'm going to come," I screamed, "I'm going to come," I repeated.
She didn't falter, her head kept going up and down as fast as she
could. My climax exploded into her mouth. The feeling was
ecstatic, wonderful, fantastic. Her head movements gradually
slowed. Her tongue gently circled my highly sensitive glans.
My prick began to wilt and she looked up at me smiling. She
twisted round towards me. I reached out to feel those fabulous
breasts again. She placed her mouth on mine, and as our tongues
intertwined, I savoured the texture and the slightly salty taste
of my own cum.
This naive young woman had proved once and for all that she had
lost her innocence! Over the course of time we have had several
other quite lustful experiences that I will relate to you at a
later date - assuming you'd like to hear about them of course.
Copyright Pee J 2000
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