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Subject: {ASSM} (*) (MF,exhib) Initiation by Jennifer Doalfer - part 3
Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 16:10:02 -0500
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Chapter Five

After a long day I was finally back in my bed.
Mary-Ann had been perfectly aware that today had
been my big day.  I thought she had actually
seen us at some point. She swore she hadn't, but
it had been so obvious from my expression and
the way Jorgen and I had behaved, that she
couldn't be in any doubt, she said.

In bed, my thoughts were still on Soren and sex,
and not at all about Jorgen.  It annoyed me.
Mary-Ann was still awake and more than willing
to talk.  I thought I would take advantage of
it.

"Can I ask you a very personal question?" I
asked.

"Sure," she replied, "when have you ever held
yourself back anyway?"

"Do you ever get an orgasm when you and Soren
make love?" I had to ask, ignoring her comment.

She hesitated a little. It was a rather personal
question, but that didn't seem to worry her.

"I guess you ask that because you didn't," she
said evenly, and continued, "in the beginning I
didn't.  To tell you the truth, the first time I
saw his dick I was so afraid of it that I
couldn't concentrate on anything but just the
sheer size of it.  When I began to realise that
it wouldn't break me in two, I concentrated on
my own feelings.  Then I started to get
frustrated and angry that he hadn't been
thinking about me.  I actually said so to him
one time.  He just said that he got so horny
from being with me that he had thoughts of
nothing else, other than his own feelings.  What
he suggested was that I should start to
masturbate.  He said it would both teach me
about my own feelings so it would be easier for
me to come while we did it, and, if it did
nothing else, it would release some of the
frustration.   Are you feeling frustrated
already after your first day?"

"We actually did it three times today.  I think
he is aware that I didn't come, and I think he
feels a bit guilty. But I find it awkward to
talk about it," I confessed.

"You'll have to.  It is such an important part
of sex.  What we actually do now, is that when I
miss out, I tell him I don't want to fuck again
until he has made me come. That works.  And
actually what has happened recently is that I
then get a second orgasm when we then fuck, so
it is doubly good," she said in a dreamy voice.

"What do you mean that you have to masturbate to
get to know your feelings?  Every time I try I
feel guilty and funny," I admitted, feeling
funny even confessing that I had even tried.  On
the other hand, considering how often and
uninhibited she did it, I guess I didn't have to
feel so guilty.

"I have never felt funny about it; but I
certainly love it.  It has taught me what it
feels like when it comes, what I have to
concentrate on, how far away the actual orgasm
is and stuff like that. Are you saying you have
never tried?" she asked. I could almost see her
puzzled expression. She already knew the answer.

"Try it again now," she said.

I had already had my hand there for a while.
The talking had got me excited again.  I
wondered in what way Soren was giving her an
orgasm before she would let him fuck her.  I was
imagining him between her legs, licking her
clit.  Then I thought back to the dance floor
and imagined what I would have done if he had
actually put a hand up between my legs as we
danced.  Would I just have been able to stand
there and take it?  I rubbed my hand gently on
my clit and imagined it was his fingers.

 From my gasp I think it must have been obvious
that I had followed her advice.

"Just think of something Jorgen is doing to you.
Even if you suddenly feel that it is wrong, or
that it feels funny doing it yourself, then
force yourself to continue, dreaming up a
picture that will excite you further," my mentor
suggested.

Had she only known that it was Soren and not
Jorgen I was imagining.  The guilt I felt now
was not so much from what I was doing, but that
I was doing it in front of Mary-Ann and
imagining that it was her boyfriend doing it!

"Don't concentrate too much on the mechanics of
it.  It doesn't matter so much if it is the
exact right place.  That might only hurt.  Just
rub your fingers loosely over the area of the
clit, concentrating on your feelings and the
images in your head."

I did as directed, and after a short while I was
surprised to feel those funny sensations in my
stomach again.  I guess I had concentrated too
much on rubbing right on the clit.  This was so
much better.  I was imagining I was back on the
bench at the table where we sat at the
discotheque.  Soren and his friends were sitting
around me.  Soren had grabbed one of my legs and
held it as in a vice between his legs, while one
of his friends did the same to the other leg.
It was his hands now rubbing softly, but in
quick circular motions, which I found out worked
best, around my clit area, making me throw
myself around as the pleasure was growing to
previously unknown proportions.

"I like to play with my nipples at the same
time. I always masturbate with my right hand,
and play with my right nipple with my left hand,
so my right nipple is now much more sensitive to
touch than the other one."  She just kept
talking, but it wasn't all that penetrated my
dream.

I grabbed my right nipple and was surprised to
find how good it felt, not only on the actual
nipple, but suddenly my stomach seemed to
contract a little.   It felt rather like
releasing urine.   I knew it wasn't what was
happening, but it was a funny, warm, releasing
feeling.  I was imagining that Soren had pulled
my dress all the way up to my neck, baring my
breasts for all to see, and that he was using
his free hand to massage my nipple.  I looked
around at his friends and saw them all staring
excitedly at me.  Across from me, Mary-Ann was
sitting giving them directions of what to do to
me.

I found myself moaning the same way I had heard
Mary-Ann moan in pleasure, during so many
nights.  Suddenly I was about to stop as I felt
guilty making those sounds in front of her, but
then I remembered what she had said about just
continuing no matter what.  I pushed the image
of Mary-Ann lying there listening to me away,
and dreamt that Soren had now slid on the floor
under the table and was licking my clit, while I
willingly kept the leg he had held forced to the
side to give a clear view and field of action.
Under the blanket, I focused on the actual clit,
with just soft but fast movements, running the
fingers over it.  I started to go warm all over.
It was as if my hips were bucking up and down on
their own.  I kicked off the blanket, not caring
what Mary-Ann could see.

My stomach contracted so I almost sat up, and
could look down at myself. The moon was still
out, shining through the window and providing
enough light for me to see myself clearly. I
imagined the sight that Soren would see if he
was indeed between my legs, and then suddenly
the shakes took over. I almost blacked out,
letting out small yelps with each contraction.
My nipples got supersensitive, so I could hardly
touch them and then a strong warm feeling of
unbelievable pleasure rolled over me.  God, I
thought, imagine if this feeling actually came
as part of having sex!  I was shaking rapidly,
getting many small waves of the same warm
feeling, like aftershocks from an earthquake.
Finally the feeling changed from one of intense
pleasure to one of blissful relaxation, slowly
brining me back to reality.

"Whoa!" I said, I didn't know it was going to be
as strong as that. Is it always so strong?"

"No, I think it feels different every time.  It
is certainly very different when it comes as
part of fucking.  That has only happened a few
times for me.  I love it when Soren does it,
especially if I know we are going to fuck
afterwards.  But I also enjoy very much doing it
myself.  Then I can adapt the pace and the
strength to what I find best at the time.  That
usually gives me the strongest orgasms, but the
best experience is when it comes when fucking,
especially when I come at almost the same time
as Soren.  Then, usually, his awareness that I
am coming and my spasms bring him over the top
right after.  That is just sooo great."

Now that I think about it, I think she was
actually talking the whole time I was playing
with myself.  Now I just wanted her to shut up
so I could go to sleep and dream of my new-found
pleasure.

"If you don't mind, I think I will try one
myself.  All this talk about it has got me
rather excited," she said, obviously already
well underway.

I listened to her as she brought herself off.  I
was thinking of her and Soren.  What was wrong
with me?  First, I found that I only got really
excited when I felt I was either being watched
or imagining doing something with Soren.
Secondly I only managed to have an orgasm as
Mary-Ann was talking me through it, and as I was
imagining myself being fingered and licked by
Soren in front of all his friends.  Normally,
every time I thought about Soren and his
friends, and wasn't excited, I felt disgusted by
them, but every time I got sexually aroused, it
was by imagining Soren and his friends were
there.

I fell asleep with that disquieting thought in
my mind.


Chapter Six

My sexual relationship with Jorgen slowly
matured.  I whisked up the nerve to talk to him
about my lack of orgasms, and taught him how to
play with me so I would come before we had sex.
However, in the four-and-a-half week the
relationship was going on, I never managed to
orgasm as part of lovemaking.  That was a bit
frustrating, but I could live with it, because
he was actually pretty good at bringing me off
in a way that really was exciting for me.

I think he slowly realised that I liked doing it
in half exposed places, so we made love in many
different locations.  It would make him go all
ballistic when he knew I wasn't wearing any
underwear, so he would use any opportunity to
remove them, if I hadn't already thought of it
and left them off before going out.   I happily
pretended to do it for Jorgen, but I was so
aware of Soren's stares.  He had also realised
that often I didn't wear underwear, and I was
torn between loyalty to Jorgen and the wicked
desire I felt for letting Soren watch or
casually touch.  Soren had also noticed that I
didn't always stop him as soon as I suppose I
should have done, and we had a little game going
behind Jorgen's back, where Soren would try to
find out if I wore panties each time I was at
the disco.  Mostly, he would just run a hand up
my bum, and then smile a knowing smile when I
looked at him.

A few times, usually when I tried to get into a
seat around the table, he would run a hand up
the inside of my leg, getting dangerously close
to a naked, wet pussy.  I had decided that would
be the limit and quickly stop him if he ever got
that far, but on the occasion when it did
happen, I found myself get so excited from the
long-awaited touch, that I didn't react at all.
I just stood there, his hand and movements well
hidden by the dress and the darkness of the
disco, while his hand slid up the inside of my
legs from behind, not stopping, but sliding over
my wet pussy to my clit, which he just carefully
and expertly gently rubbed.  I don't think it
lasted more than the few seconds it took for
Jorgen, who was ahead of me holding my hand, to
clear a space for us to sit, but I felt so good
and arousing that I felt reluctant to move, even
when I could.  Of course, I had to eventually,
and afterwards I was so upset with myself for
not being able to keep the promise I had made to
myself.

Thus the weeks passed with lots of sex and a few
exciting situations with Soren, but the greatest
satisfaction I got was from my own masturbation.
At that, I had become quite an expert.  I could
bring myself off quickly when I needed, or drag
it out to orgasms longer and harder than
anything Jorgen could bring me to.

I didn't like doing it in the bed with Mary-Ann
listening.  Yes, I had done it once, and
occasionally I did when the urge hit me, at a
time it when I was too lazy to get up and go
somewhere else.  Often I would go for a walk in
the dunes, find a secluded place and play for as
long as I needed.  Even though it was not so
romantic, I would also do it in the bathroom
when showering or even sometimes at the
discotheque where I had found a secret hiding
place near the cloakroom.  As long as I could
slip in unnoticed I was okay, as the sound of
the music would drown out the sounds I knew I
made.  I had occasionally fingered myself when
sitting at the table waiting for the others to
return with drinks or from dancing, but didn't
dare to go too far, as I was afraid my facial
expressions would give me away.  Also, I was
seldom left alone for long enough to get very
far.

All this leads up to the next sexual experience
of the summer, and one that was completely
unexpected.

One night, after some unfulfilling lovemaking
with Jorgen at the beach, I couldn't sleep.
Mary-Ann and I were sharing a small outhouse and
sometimes when I couldn't sleep, I would go to
the main house, and make a cup of warm cocoa,
which would usually make me go to sleep.  This
particular night however, I had decided that I
needed an orgasm to get my thoughts off sex and
so get some sleep.  I had slipped on Mary-Ann's
too-small kimono, not bothering even to pull it
closed, which I doubted that I even could have.
The only reason I wore it was because of Harry,
in the unlikely case he should come around.  He
had his room in the basement, which had no
direct connection up to the main room and
kitchen, so I didn't see it as a problem.

As I was preparing the cocoa, I kept playing
with myself.  I could see my reflection in the
dark windows, and I found it quite exciting to
let the kimono slip open so I could see my
breasts and even my pussy, as my hand was just
slowly getting it ready for the big play.  I
went into the living room, turned on the lights
and was about to sit on the big couch, quite
excited and eagerly awaiting the orgasm I knew I
was going to administer to myself in a short
time, when I looked out of the window towards
the sea, and just as I thought I saw a faint
glow on the terrace outside the house, I heard
Harry call out to me.

"Hi Jennifer, why don't you come out here and
drink that."

I almost spilled the cocoa, both from the shock
and from trying to pull the kimono closed.  The
first thought which flew through my head was how
much he had seen from out there, the next one
was how I could manage to sit out there drinking
the cocoa and still appear at least somewhat
decent.

During the few steps it took me to reach the
terrace door, it flashed through my head how
unfair I had been to Harry these days.  I was
perfectly aware that he was staring at me every
time Mary-Ann and I were running around topless
in and around the house.  I just thought it was
fun and a little exciting, but I was so busy
with all my other thoughts of Jorgen, Soren,
masturbating and my nagging fear that my
exhibitionistic streak could be unnatural, that
I never thought of what it might be doing to
him.   As I stood in the doorway I became
acutely aware of it.

"Turn off the lights please, it ruins my night
sight, and I enjoy sitting out here watching the
activities that go on at night."

I turned off the light right at the door,
feeling my throat and stomach knotting up with
the fear of the thought that maybe he had been
watching  my exploits at night in the dunes.
But I didn't think he could have.  My favourite
dune was well hidden and out of sight from the
terrace.

He made a motion indicating that I should take a
seat on the couch next to him.  I was pleased
his night vision was temporarily ruined, because
it was impossible to get in and sit down without
the kimono opening at the front.  Having sat
down, I managed to pull it together, but I had
to keep a hand on it all the time or it would
split wide open.

"From up here I can watch the ocean; the lights
over there are the fishing harbour and now that
the disco has shut for the night, you can
clearly hear the animals of the night moving
around.  I love sitting out here, pondering over
life, and the highlights of the day," he
explained with a soft and friendly voice, just
the way I remembered him from my childhood days.

"You know, you have become quite an attractive
little lady," he said looking unashamedly down
my front.

He wasn't too bad looking himself.  I knew he
was about as old as my father, perhaps a bit
younger, but he looked so much better.  He was
deeply sun-tanned, with blue eyes and blond
hair, which was rather thin at the top but not
greying like my father, who had dark hair, and
in his early forties, but had already gone grey.
He had a very hairy chest, a fact I found quite
fascinating.  It seemed to me, that no young
people these days had hairy chests, and I found
it quite sexy.  He was still in good shape,
looking after himself with daily runs on the
beach and sometimes working out.  He still had a
sailor's gait, which was quite fun to observe
when he manoeuvred himself round the house.

I was very much aware of his gaze, feeling much
more naked sitting here at least somewhat
covered, than when I had been parading around
topless in front of him in the daytime.

"It is a strange feeling being around you these
days.  Edith and I have more or less stopped
having sex and I haven't really felt sexually
aroused for a long time, but seeing you walking
around the house topless, has made me aware that
I still have the capability to get aroused.  It
is just so awkward that it has to be my
daughter's best friend, whom I have known all
her life.  It seems very wrong to me, but
especially seeing you like that tonight, makes
me wish I was twenty years younger." He smiled a
sad smile.

I had never thought of sex with him as even a
remote possibility, but now I felt a funny urge
to give him what he wanted.  Imagine him not
having had sex for years.  Here I was only just
having discovered the pleasures, and there he
was telling me it didn't happen to him any more.
Did he really want to make love to me?  I was
lost in thought of what that might be like.
Suddenly I found that I would actually like to
try it.  Without really thinking further, I let
go of the kimono and put my hand down the side.
I looked at him.  His eyes, still smiling
slightly, were resting, on my front, where
without looking, I could tell the kimono had
split open.

"I don't think you need to be twenty year
younger Harry," I said, surprised at the husky
voice I seemed to produce.

I was still looking at him.

"Do you mean that you wouldn't mind us making
love?" he asked with a puzzled frown.  "Please
don't take this wrongly if I misunderstood you.
Just excuse a silly old man."

"You are not a silly old man.  And I am not
quite sure of my own feelings, but I think I
wouldn't mind trying." I leant up against him,
resting my head on his shoulder, not minding at
all that the kimono had now gaped completely
open.

He put an arm around me.  I turned sideways,
sliding down on the couch resting the back of my
head on his lap. I thought I could feel his dick
stirring.  I put my legs up on the couch,
spreading them slightly making sure the kimono
slid completely open.  I really wanted him to
look at me.  I wanted him to touch me.

"Oh, Jenny, as much as I would love to do this,
it feels so wrong to me," he said with voice
filled with desire and regret at the same time.

"Just touch me for now then," I begged, feeling
my need for an orgasm returning with renewed
force.

He didn't react.  I was getting desperate.  I
grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast.
First he just kept it there.  I moved my hand
away, but he didn't remove his. Slowly he
started small rubbing movements.  That was the
breakthrough, he had accepted to touch me.  I
spread my legs, digging the back of my head into
his lap trying to push my breast harder against
his hand, letting him know I enjoyed his touch
and wanted him to touch me harder.  He quickly
got the message.  His hands were running all
over my chest, teasingly, only touching my
breasts slightly and just barely noticeably
caressing my nipples.

After a while it got too much.

"Harry," I begged, "please don't hold yourself
back.  I want you to think of me not as Jenny, I
want you to think of me as any other woman you
have met and want to make love to.  I want you
to teach me and do to me what you would normally
do to a girl you are with."   I had talked
myself hot.  I grabbed his hand and forced it
between my legs.  I held it as in a vice with my
hands while I rubbed my pelvic area against his
fingers.  When I felt his fingers move on their
own I let go of his arm and grabbed my nipples,
which were screaming for attention after his
teasing.

He had an expert touch, applying  exactly just
the right amount of pressure.  Quick rubs until
I was starting to come, which he immediately
detected, and then slowed down to keep me on the
edge all the time.  It was fantastic.  I don't
know how long time he managed to keep it going,
I had lost contact with time, just concentrating
on the almost unbearable pleasure.

"I can't stand it any more, keep going, keep
going.  Oh please don't stop.  I need it now.
Yeah, yeah, now, now OOhhhh."  I finally went
over the top.  I grabbed his arm and clung to it
as my orgasm blacked out the rest of the world
for what felt like minutes.  When I finally came
down I relaxed and let go of his arm.

"That was just sooo good. I didn't know it could
be so good."  Jorgen had never been able to get
me to such heights, and only rarely had I been
able to do so myself.  Maybe an older guy, with
all his experience, was not such a bad idea at
all.

I stood up, pulled the kimono completely off and
moved over in front of him.

"I hope your night vision has returned, because
I love the feeling of you watching me like this.
I have been aware of you looking at me when I
walk around topless.  I kind of liked the idea
that you found me attractive, and now I feel
guilty for teasing you like that.  If you really
want to make love to me, I would love you to.
As a matter of fact, I would be very
disappointed if you didn't."  I put my hands on
his shoulders and straddled his lap.  His hands
found my breasts.  I leant my head back, fully
enjoying his touch.  He wasn't holding himself
back now, but was massaging my breasts in
rhythmic motions, while he squeezed my nipples.
I bent down to his face. I moved my hands from
his shoulders to his cheeks, lifting his face.
I looked him in the eyes as I moved in for the
kiss.  He no longer looked like the father of my
best friend, guilty and hesitant; he looked
hungry and excited.  It felt electric when our
lips met.  Soon his tongue found mine.  I went
wild; I guess it was the excitement of the
situation, the weird feeling of doing this with
Harry, the expectation of the sex I desperately
wanted.

I stopped the kiss; I leant back and unbuttoned
his shirt.  I ran my hands all over his hairy
chest finally pulling the shirt off him.  I
rubbed my breasts against his chest, moving
around on his lap, rubbing my wet pussy up and
down his legs, until he sensed my need and put
an hand down there for me to ride.

But it wasn't his hand I wanted.  I tried to get
to his buttons, but he finally had to do it
himself.  I tried to look down, but couldn't see
it.  I could feel him fighting to get his shorts
all the way off.  Finally, I could feel it,
sliding up and down my bum as I was writhing
around, trying to get further back to meet it.
I lifted myself up a bit, and felt him guiding
himself right to the entrance.  I stopped; I
looked at him again.  He stared back with
hungry, loving eyes.  Slowly I let myself down
onto him.  It took at couple of pushes in and
out, but finally it was lubricated enough to
slide all the way in.  We were watching each
other's faces, observing the signs of pleasure
on each other.  As I started to move more
rapidly up and down on him, his face contorted
like in pain, but we kept looking at each other.

"Oh God, Jennifer, I can't believe this is
happening.  I haven't felt like this for years.
Oh, yeah, please go like that yeah.  Oh
Jennifer, fuck me, fuck me.  I can't believe
those tits of yours, bouncing like that while
you fuck me."

He had grabbed my hips and was lifting me up and
down, speeding up.  I hardly had to do any work
at all, I was just flying.  I felt an orgasm
coming.

"Harry, harder, harder, I want to come while you
fuck me.  I have never tried that.  Oh, I need
so badly to come."  It felt good continuing his
line of dirty talk.

However, soon I was disappointed to feel him
slow down.  He must have felt my disappointment.

"Don't worry, I just need my breath back.
Remember, this is an old man.  Have you really
never come while making love?"

"The first time I ever made love, was only three
weeks ago.  But I would love to come while doing
it."

"Ok, lets try something else," he said.  He
gently pushed me off.  I stood up looking down
at him.  His dick wasn't all that long, but very
fat with a very pronounced ring, which made the
shiny blue head stand out clearly even in the
relative darkness of the terrace.

"Move up here, on your knees.  Look out over the
ocean.  Isn't it a lovely sound."  He was
carefully positioning me so I was leaning on my
elbows on the back of the couch.  I could see
over the rail of the terrace. We were three or
four meters above ground level, just over the
entrance to his rooms.  I wondered what it would
be like being with him in his room, spending the
night with him.  What could he teach me?  He
gently forced my thighs apart, spreading my
legs.  I felt his hands running up my back,
lightly touching my shoulders, then moving
underneath me, grabbing my hanging breasts,
gently squeezing them.  I thought I could
vaguely see the outline of the trees in the
plantation and realised it was about to get
light again.  There wasn't much more than three
hours of darkness at this time of the year.

Harry's hands hand continued down, along my
stomach.  The hands separated, one continuing
down to my clit.  I spread my legs as much as
possible, giving him easy access.  His other
hand slid round to my back.   Harry traced a
line with a fingertip down my spine, between my
buttocks on the way passing and clearly
caressing my asshole, before it continued down
to my wide open pussy.

I had frozen for a split second as his finger
has passed my butt hole.  I hadn't been aware
how open I was to him.  I had never before
thought of my asshole as being an erogenous
zone, but there was something exhilarating about
knowing I was presenting myself to him in such a
way, that he also had access to that part of me.
His fingers were again expertly playing with my
clit.  So great was my excitement, that I was
barely aware that his other hand was travelling
all over by backside, the sensations blending.
I was aware that his hand often passed my
asshole and that the whole area of my pussy, my
asshole and my bum cheeks were covered in my
secretions.

I noticed he was moving closer to me and I could
feel his dick just at the entrance to my pussy.
He was bending over me so he could touch and
play with my clit.  I pushed back against him
and felt the dick just slipping in about half an
inch.  Then, at the same time I froze as his
finger stopped right at my butt hole and applied
a bit of pressure.  I was about to react, when
his dick slid in.  The feeling was so great that
I forgot about the finger, just concentrated on
the hand on my clit and the dick that was now
slowly working its way into me.  I could still
feel the pressure on my asshole, but it didn't
feel unpleasant.  As a matter of fact, it felt
quite good.  It emphasised the total feeling.
Harry started to pump harder, the pressure of
the finger increasing.  I found myself pushing
back against it.  The feeling in my clit was
increasing. I was again starting  to experience
warm feeling emerging.  Small, small
contractions deep down the stomach.  I thought I
recognised the signs of an upcoming orgasm. The
pressure from the finger increased, and suddenly
I realised that the finger had slipped into my
asshole.  Again I was about to react, but then I
realised that the feeling was good, it was so
good that the slow contractions started to speed
up.  Harry must have just been experimenting
with how far he could go, and finding that I
didn't react negatively, he now pounded his dick
in and out of me, at the same time as the finger
followed the pace digging in and out of me.

The warm feeling of the orgasm rolled in over
me.  I pushed back against him, knowing that my
breasts were swinging wildly each time our
bodies met with an audible smash.  I knew I was
groaning loudly, but couldn't help it.  I had a
flash picture in my mind of what we looked like,
me just barely over the Danish legal age for
intercourse, being fucked wildly from behind,
stimulated on clit and asshole at the same time,
grunting as if in pain, and the middle-aged man
experiencing a fuck for the first time in years.
Imagine if Jorgen or even worse Mary-Ann were to
come and see us.  Thankfully, for once Soren
didn't appear in the picture.  However, the
picture didn't stay long enough to ruin the
experience of my first orgasm as part of a fuck.
I thought it would never stop and I only then
realised that I might have come, but Harry
hadn't.

I thought my orgasm had ended, but to my
surprise it just repeated itself, a few more
small contractions and then a strong quick flash
of the same warm feeling of the orgasm, come and
gone in just a short time.  Harry was now
grunting wildly.  His finger was deeply buried
in me.  He had stopped fingering my clit, and
was, instead, partly grabbing my breasts and
partly my hips in order to work harder on me.  I
could feel him speeding up.  The finger slipped
out of me.  It was a strong, strange feeling of
release as it slipped out, not unpleasant at
all.  Harry now used both hands on my hips,
working like a rabbit, breathing heavily.

For a split second I worried about his health,
but then unbelievably I felt another orgasm
coming.  No warning, just suddenly strong
contractions and release, followed by many
involuntary contractions of my vagina.  I am
sure these were what brought Harry over the
edge, for the plunges changed to deep hard
thrusts, which almost forced me down on the
couch.  Then he had a few small spasms and fell
quiet.  He moved a bit in and out, like using
the pressure of my pussy to squeeze the last
drops out.  Then he put his hands on my
shoulders and pulled me back up against him. He
squeezed my breasts and kissed my neck.  His
dick was still hard inside me and I could
clearly feels it as he moved just a little bit.

"Hmm, that was the best experience of many
years.  At one point I was afraid I wasn't going
to be able to make it.  The fear of failure, you
being you and all, but you were just so
incredible."

"Well, I can't say I have a lot of experience,"
I admitted, "but I can't imagine it can be any
better than this.  Why can't a girl's first
experience with sex be with an older man, so
they can know what they can expect and work
towards it?  What you did to me, I don't think
any boy of my age would think of doing."

"Yes, I didn't know if it would work for you.
Some girls don't like it and for some it works
very well.  I don't actually have any experience
with girls as young as you, so I didn't know how
you would take it."

His dick finally slipped out of me.  I turned
round and sat down on the couch. He remained
standing , looking out over the sea as if in
deep thought.  He looked down at me,

"I should have asked you if you used any
protection.  Not that it mattered because I have
been vasectomised , but I should have let you
know so as not to worry you."  He said it in a
neutral manner.  He seemed to treat me as his
equal now, not somebody thirty years younger.

I was looking at his body.  His dick was now
relaxed.   It looked long the way it was
hanging.  He looked like a real man.  A man who
knew how to please a woman.  I would love to
repeat this performance, or to learn more from
him.  He must have read my thoughts.

"As much as I would love to continue this
relationship with you Jenny, I hope you realise
that we can't.  I won't say we have to forget
this night, I am sure neither of us would be
able to, but we have to pretend it didn't
happen.  It wouldn't lead to anything that
either of us could use for anything in the long
run."

"I know, but I wish we could," I said dreamily
"You could teach me so much, make me feel like a
woman, not like a sex hungry teenager.  And I
could keep your sex life alive.  You are right,
had we been strangers meeting at the disco, it
would have been different, but because of Mary-
Ann and Edith it wouldn't work."

"If you had seen me at the disco, you would
never have looked at me twice.  If it wasn't for
the fact that I saw you in the kitchen, knew
that you were looking for sex and asked you out
here, this would never have happened".

I blushed when I realised he had seen me in the
kitchen and had set me up.

"I know what you think now, Jenny, that I
tricked you.  And you are right, but you were
driving me to it.  I know you go into the dunes
at night.  I have followed you some nights.  I
know you like playing with the thought of being
watched.   In the last ten years I have never
been so aroused as I have been because of you.
I just had to know what it was like, and I so
desperately wanted to make it good for you."

I felt numb.  Cheated.  But then I thought of
him watching me in the dunes.  I got all hot
again.  I reached out and took his dick in my
hand.

"I can't believe you watched me in the dunes.
That is so embarrassing., but tell me, what did
you do as you watched me?"  I had to know.  The
thought of a guy watching me and maybe
masturbating while watching got me all hot
again.

"I think you know that," he said with a smile as
I felt his dick jerk in my hand.  "And now we
have to go to bed.  This has been quite an
experience for me and I need my beauty sleep.
You just need your sleep, you can't get any more
beautiful."

"Okay, and thanks.  I guess I should be angry
with you, but I can't be.  Next time I go into
the dunes, I will dream of you hiding and
jerking off while watching me.  Maybe I will
give you a hint so you know when to come," I
said jokingly.

"Don't worry, I'll know."  He grabbed his
clothes and went down the stairs to his room
without bothering to put them on.  I heard his
door close underneath the terrace floorboards.

I sat a bit, shaking my head disbelievingly.
Had this really happened to me?  I noticed it
was  almost light now.  For a few minutes I
enjoyed sitting all naked in the emerging dawn,
dreaming of the night.  Then I finally got up,
slung the kimono over my arm, not bothering to
put it on, and made my way to the outhouse,
hoping I could now sleep.

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