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Subject: {ASSM} New-Story, Maki 2 - The Shower, (Mf, 1st, Mast) by Ray1031
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Maki 2 - The Shower, (Mf, 1st, Mast) by Ray1031 (C) June 28, 2001
 

*  WARNING  *  DISCLAIMER  *  ANNOUNCEMENT  *  STATEMENT
 

The following story contains depictions of sex and sexual situations.
For those to whom these stories are illegal, because of age, location, 
or moral conviction . . . please leave, you do not have my consent to 
read them. For all others, I hope you enjoy the following story . . . 
 
Comments and or constructive criticism are welcome from all, save of 
course from those who wish to say I will burn in hell for not believing 
as they do . . . I've heard it all before and you would be wasting your 
time and mine . . . so don't bother.
 
All my stories are free for reposting to private collections and free 
sites . . . however permission is not granted for posting to any pay or 
other 'for profit' sites/collections. Please do not remove the author's 
information or these statements.
 

Personal Note/Preface:  I'm in late middle age, so I've been
around for a while. I have always had sleeping problems and average
about 3 hours of sleep a night. As I sit up nights, I have lately
begun to type out past sexual experiences as a way to keep myself
occupied and yet not disturb others in the house. I'm beginning
with some of the more different ones first. Not that the sex is any
different, but the situations have always struck me as being a bit
different. I have about eight or ten done so far, all with the same
preface. (I use it as my template). If any of you are seeing these,
then I finally decided to post some of them.
 
 
 
Story Notes:  This little story is from 'way back' (I borrowed Mr.
Peabody's Machine) I was 22, Military (Air Force) and had been for
five years (second hitch). I had just returned to the States after
almost 4 years in the Pacific Theater. I was assigned to a station
outside Sacramento. Due to my rank and a bed shortage I found
myself on Quarters and Rations. I ended up in a studio apartment on
the east side of the city.  
 
This story picks up two months after I moved in: Late January 1976
(Pre-AIDS, the only real worries for a young, single, horny GI were
Gonorrhea, Syphilis, an early Herpes simplex, and blue balls) . . .
(The first three weren't that prevalent.)
 
 
 
    Maki 2 - The Shower  by: Ray1031
 
 
 

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked from my position on the sofa.
 
Looking up from where she was seated on the floor, between my legs. "Oh, 
yes," she said in her Froggy voice. A big smile lighting up her sweaty face. 
It had been a few minutes since her orgasm and she was starting to calm 
a bit. Her huge nipples and over-sized areolae were bobbing less and 
less as her breathing calmed. "It was better than anything I've ever 
felt before . . . but . . ."
 
"But?"
 
"Well, I have never seen a boy's thing before, and I was kind of hoping 
to see yours tonight."
 
"Well, Maki." I said, stroking her hair, "after that, we both need 
showers. I thought we might shower together. You can not only see it, 
but you can touch it and wash it for me. In fact, I thought we would 
wash each other." She was up like a shot and heading for the bathroom. 
I raised my warm beer and acted like I was taking another drink. 
 
She stopped at the hall door and, looking back, stamped her foot.
When I acted like I wasn't moving right away she came back, 
grabbed my arm, and tried to pull me from the sofa and to my feet:
her tiny 80 pound frame couldn't move my 185 pounds of dead weight. 
 
I didn't want to discourage or disappoint her, though, so I set down 
my warm beer (I've always hated the taste of warm beer anyway) and 
allowed myself to be pulled to my feet and led into the bathroom.
 
As we had moved to the bathroom, Maki's enormous nipples, which had 
begun to relax, had swelled again to over three inches in length. 
They were pointed just slightly away from each other and ever so 
slightly raised beyond horizontal. I imagined that her huge clitoris 
was also becoming distended again, however I didn't have a view of it. 
 
Considering what had just happened, it was almost unbelievable that I 
was still fully dressed. As I'd talked Maki through her very first 
erotic strip tease, and helped her cross her orgasmic threshold at the end, 
I'd only made two adjustments to my attire. I'd loosened my belt 
and pulled my shirt tail from my pants, as both had been interfering 
with my rising pecker. I was wearing a pair of chocolate brown 
hip-hugger flared jeans. When Maki had pulled me to my feet, my hard-
on had shifted in my pants as I stood and walked. By the time we'd 
reached my small bathroom, it had shifted around until the head had 
actually worked it's way past the waistband and was hidden only by my 
shirt and the T-shirt beneath. I didn't try to adjust it.
 
    *******
 
In the bathroom, I stood quietly, not helping at all, as Maki started 
the water in the shower. Once the water was running and warming, she 
turned and dropped to her knees. She unlaced my tennis shoes and 
removed them and my socks. Without raising herself from her knees, 
she leaned forward and bit the outside of my left thigh through my 
pants. "You said earlier that everything should be designed to tease 
and promise your partner things as yet unseen or ungranted." She 
shifted her head and bit the inside of my left thigh, as she slowly, 
lightly ran her hands up the backs of my pant legs towards my ass. 
Looking up she continued, "That still goes, right? Am I doing this 
well?" Her head moved to my right thigh, higher up nearer my crotch, 
where she nipped me again.
 
"That still goes and you are doing very well."
 
Her hands had reached my ass, under my shirts, and she massaged and 
squeezed my cheeks for long moments as her mouth continued walking 
it's way upwards. From leg to leg, back and forth, higher and higher, 
moving only inches at a time, her teasing teeth nipped my thighs 
through my jeans. As she neared the bottom of my hanging shirt tail, 
where it ended just below my crotch, her hands moved higher again 
behind me, until her fingers were curling over the waistband of my 
jeans. Her short fingernails were angled to lightly drag across my 
skin. The sensation was so intoxicating, so exciting, I felt as if 
fireworks were igniting where her fingers and nails touched. She 
followed the tops of my pants around to the front, dragging, teasing 
and lightly pinching her way around. When she reached the hanging 
ends of my belt, she decided to remove that before proceeding further.
 
Using her left hand, she began working the belt free, loop by loop. 
Looking up into my eyes, she smiled and asked, "Do you like what I've 
learned from some of the books I've read?" 
 
"Very much."
 
Still smiling, with her left hand pulling another segment of belt free,
she reached around me with her right, placing it in the small of my 
back and pulling her face into my shirt before her. It was obvious to 
me when she felt the ridge under my zipper caused by my hardened 
cock. turning her head sideways, she began using her teeth, applying 
pressure to the shaft, as she bit her way upwards. The belt project had 
progressed to her right hand, as her brows were furrowing in surprise. 
She had reached the button at the top of my fly and realized she hadn't 
reached the end of my cock yet. There was only one loop to go when 
she shifted her head one last time, bringing her teeth down on my prick, 
through only my shirts, above the level of my waistband. Her teeth came 
down on that most sensitive of areas, just where the shaft narrows 
slightly at the base of the flaring head. Her bite was just hard enough 
to cause mild pain . . . but what an exquisite pain. She leaned back, 
frowning slightly, as she used both hands to pull my belt completely 
free.
 
Moving both of her hands to my front, Maki traced the outline of my 
hard-on through my clothes, starting from the bottom and working to 
the tip, where she pulled my shirts around it with her fingers and 
thumbs. Without a word, she began unbuttoning my shirt, standing as 
she went. Her eyes kept straying to my waistline, but my T-shirt fit 
loosely so there was nothing to see but the least of impressions. 
When the shirt was completely unbuttoned, Maki moved behind me, 
reached up and pulled it downwards, off my shoulders and arms. As 
soon as the sleeves cleared my wrists and hands, I took hold of the 
T-shirt's hem and lifted it over my head, dropping it to the floor by 
the bathroom door. I knew she wouldn't be able to remove it without 
my bending over, and in my present condition *that* would have been 
quite painful. 
 
Maki moved around in front of me, staring at the tip where it protruded 
from my hip huggers. Her eyes widened, but she didn't say a word. Using 
both hands, she unzipped my pants then undid the top button, the backs 
of her fingers pressing inwards from both sides of my cock as the brass 
shot shell button finally came undone. Taking the waistbands of my 
jeans and my briefs, she slid both downward, gently, over my ass and 
hips. As they lowered she watched in amazement as more and more of the 
shaft came into view and it slowly lowered until it was pointing 
outwards, up and away from my crotch, the swinging sac hanging below. 
For the next five minutes, the only times she took her eyes from my 
cock were when she lowered her eyes to slide my pants over my upraised 
feet. . . first one, then the other . . . and when she moved aside the 
shower curtain to adjust the water temperature. 
 
I think she was intimidated. I could understand why, pretty much at 
least. She was seeing her first cock, a full grown, fully hard one at 
that. It wasn't the smaller boy cock that many girls discover while 
baby-sitting, or even the teenage cock most females lose their 
virginity to. When I was her age and chasing other sixteen-year-olds, 
I had a six-inch cock. The head was almost two inches across, but the 
shaft was only about an inch and a half. I measured things back then. 
Now, six years later, I had something close to two extra inches in 
length, another half inch in thickness at the shaft, and a quarter to 
half inch more width to the head. Although I had read the Kinsey report 
and some other garbage reporting national averages in sizes; even 
though I knew I had a little extra length over those reports; even 
though I'd had previous girlfriends tell me it was big . . . I never 
really believed I had anything special. I always thought I was probably 
normal in size . . . I mean, in the heat of the moment, when she wants 
it, a woman will say what she thinks her man wants to hear . . . just 
so the mood won't be ruined. 
 
But to a girl seeing her first one, fully hard and enlarged, a full 
grown one could probably be very intimidating. Especially when the girl 
was Maki's size. As I've already said, she looked like a skinny twelve 
or thirteen year old, both in her face and in her basic height and 
build. Were she to lay on her back, and were I to lay it up along her 
belly, it would have reached beyond her navel by at least two inches. 
I know she was wondering how it could fit . . . Hell, *I* was wondering 
how it could fit, even though I knew it could.
 
Finally, Maki had the water temperature to her liking. Pushing the 
curtain further open, she turned back to me and looked into my eyes. 
She had that devilish look in her eyes again, and I knew she had been 
deciding exactly what to do. With a grin, she reached out with her left 
hand and grasped my cock, giving it a slight pull. The sight of her 
face as the skin *slid* forward over the shaft with her pull was 
priceless. Oh, if a porn director could only accurately capture that 
look, the surprise and shock at the feel of it, the momentary horror 
as she thought the skin might slide off in her hand. I almost laughed 
out loud as she released it more quickly than she'd taken hold. Almost 
physically stepping away from me . . . it. 
 
"I - is - is it supposed to do that?" she asked, looking from my hard-
on to my face, then back again, before settling on my eyes. Seeing the 
humor there she said, "Are you laughing at me?"
 
"No, not really. Just a little at the situation. I maybe should have 
warned you . . . but every girl I've ever been with had earlier 
experience, and knew what to expect. I didn't think to tell you about 
that. Yes, Maki. It is supposed to do that. In fact, if you held it 
and slid your hand up and down it long enough, I would have an orgasm."
 
"You would?" she said grasping it again and starting to jack it 
vigorously. Now it was my turn to almost step back, as I reached out 
suddenly and grabbed her wrist, stopping her arm. 
 
"Whoa, dear. Stop before you hurt me. Yes, the skin moves over the 
shaft, but only so far. If you pull it farther, it pulls and hurts. If 
you squeeze it too tightly, it can hurt too, just like if you bit down 
too hard during that trick you showed me. Sometimes, a little pain can 
be okay, but too much pain, and there is no fun." She hadn't released 
my cock, but she wasn't trying to move her hand either. She was looking 
into my eyes and listening intently as I talked. The strength of her 
grip relaxed a bit, and she slowly, gently began sliding her hand up 
and down the shaft. 
 
After a few strokes, she quit. Squeezing harder, she stepped backwards 
to the tub and pulled gently. I followed. 
 
               *********
 
Once in the shower, with the curtain closed, Maki stepped close to me 
hugging me tightly, trapping my cock between us. Her stomach and mine 
molded around it. I hugged her back, and we stood, holding each other in 
the falling water for almost a minute without moving. As she relaxed her 
grip, a small shudder passed through her. She stepped back once again, 
and grasped my cock. Looking up from it up to my eyes she said, "I want 
this. I want to know . . . to feel . . . to understand what is in all those 
stories I have read . . . all those things I've heard the girls at school talking, 
giggling about. But seeing it . . . how can it fit?"
 
"It can fit, Maki. You will have to trust me, but it can fit. We have 
already discussed some old sex movies I have. Tomorrow you will see 
them. Tomorrow you will know. Tomorrow you will come to understand. 
But, not tonight. Tonight we shower, and pleasure each other without 
worries. Tonight I will wash you, and pleasure you doing it. Tonight 
you will wash me and pleasure me doing it. Tonight, we continue the 
fun you had in the living room. In the days to come, I will try to 
teach you what little I know; anything you want to learn. Okay?"
 
Her features lost their solemnity and her smile returned. "Okay," she 
said, still holding to my cock, but reaching behind me with her free 
hand and pulling herself close again. "I want to know it all. I want 
to try it all and to make you happy . . . tell me what to do, tonight." 
 
Holding her close, looking down into her eyes, I thought about the 
best way to do what was coming. I thought about simply talking her 
through it, once again, but this was to be an even more personal 
experience. I thought about telling her to emulate me, do what I do, 
as I do it. Yet, the height differences, the differences in reach and 
experience would inhibit the experience. Playing for more time as I 
thought, I did something I have never done with a lover before . . . 
too potentially belittling. I bent over , wrapping an arm under her 
buttocks, placing a hand in the small of her back, and picked her up, 
holding her tightly. The move brought her head up just slightly above 
level with my own. Then I leaned in and started kissing her.
 
She released my cock as I lifted her. Wrapping her arms behind my 
neck and hugging herself more tightly to me, she spread her legs 
widely, clamping her knees to the sides of my hips. Transferring my 
hold to a hug, around her waist and upper back, I too hugged tightly. 
As we kissed, I relaxed my upper arm and began tracing small spider 
touches up and down her back; first on one side of her spine, then 
the other, pausing momentarily at the nape of her neck with each 
pass. Slowly, over the course of long moments, small tremors began 
in her and her legs began relaxing, sliding down the outsides of my 
thighs. Finally, her knees slid free, her legs hanging loosely, 
lightly trapping my cock between them as it pointed rigidly away 
from my crotch. For a long moment we remained this way, as I thought 
of the best way to proceed. 
 
When we relaxed our kiss, she again brought her knees at least part 
of the way back up, to the outside of my thighs. Relaxing my grip, 
I allowed her to begin sliding down the front of me. Her arms around 
my neck relaxed as she was lowered and her eyes remained locked to 
mine. Even though I knew it would hurt a bit, I held her close in to 
me as she slid. Her left thigh and ass cheeks were the first to make 
contact.  My cock slid up her thigh and over until it was resting 
against her enormous clitoris and her labia. Still I lowered her, 
bending it downwards more and more as she slid over it. Her eyes 
clouding slightly as her distended clitoris was dragged across the 
length of my hard-on until it met the underside of the hood, tried to 
hang there for a second, then slid over and past it. As the head of 
my cock was dragged through the tangled mat of her bush, I finally 
slid my hands to her sides and lifted her out and away from me, 
standing her on her feet as they came free of my legs.
 
When she was firmly standing on her own feet, I reached to the window 
sill and handed her the shampoo saying, "The one thing I will not do 
for you is your hair. That, you need to wash yourself. Whenever I have 
tried to wash a woman's hair for her, it has become a tangled mess." 
She took the bottle and stepped into the shower spray, wetting and 
beginning to soap up her hair. I continued talking, "I have thought 
about what may be the best way to go about this, and have decided that 
I will simply wash you first, trying to pay special attention to many 
of your more sensitive areas. Then, you will wash me. Allowing for the 
differences in our bodies, men have basically the same sensitive areas 
that women do. The most major differences for men are that a man is 
usually even more sensitive than a woman around the asshole and the 
area between that and his scrotum, his balls. The man's scrotum, his 
ball sac, and balls are very sensitive. We enjoy having them handled 
and played with, but you must be gentle about it or you can cause great 
injury. 

The penis is definitely a pleasure center for men. Although touching, 
caressing, kissing and lightly nibbling at the shaft, or grasping and 
*jacking* it (like you were doing before) are definite pleasure 
bringers the shaft itself is not as touch or sensation sensitive as 
you might think. The head, and hood area, here," I pointed and traced 
the area as she paused to look, is very sensitive. Very responsive to 
any touches, kisses, gentle nibbles which it receives. If you want to 
extend the experience, prolong and delay the orgasm, then attention 
here should be intermittent and fleeting. If you ever want to end the 
experience more quickly, satisfy him quickly and be done with it - for 
whatever reason -  then pay extra, almost continuous attention to this 
area. It speeds things up."
 
She finished washing her hair, and quickly twisted it into a loose 
knot behind her neck, out of the way. Turning towards me, she simply 
waited. Suddenly it hit me: this was going to be much harder in its 
way than what I had talked her through in the living room. Then, she 
had been excited, in need, and had not known exactly *what* I was 
leading her through. Now, she had some idea of what was to come. She 
was still excited, still in need and wanting what was to come. Yet 
now she was also anticipating what she felt was to come. I truly hoped 
I was up to the task as I thoroughly wetted and soaped my hands, I 
began. 
 
Soaping my hands until I had a froth of bubbles I decided to start 
standing and end kneeling and sitting. Using my thumbs, I began with 
her forehead, gently but completely soaped her forehead, moving both 
thumbs with a circular motion. I covered her from eyebrow to hair line 
before moving to her temples, cheeks and chin. Using my fingertips, I 
did the same for her upper and lower lip, nose and ears before finally 
using my entire hands to gently coat her throat, neck and nape. 
Resoaping my hands, I initially started soaping both shoulders at once, 
then thought better of it. Transferring both hands to her left 
shoulder, I began soaping it; stretching my fingers and thumbs to 
their utmost, I was able to move both hands, in small concise circles . 
. . covering an area from her shoulder blades in the back, to the upper 
edge of her areola in the front. Slowly, yet with ever increasing 
pressure I began alternately tightening and relaxing my grip, creating 
a massage-like effect. Her left nipple, though still excited, had begun 
to relax . . . it began to perk up.
 
With the same *treatment* completed on her right shoulder, I paused. 
Her nipples once again stood fully erect. Thicker than my little finger 
and fully three inches long. Her areolae had puffed up, expanded to 
more than an inch in depth. Their color had darkened also, deepening 
to dark reddish brown. Maki faced me, the shower head behind her, the 
water spraying on her from her lower back to her thighs. I placed my 
right hand behind her in the center of her back and used my left hand 
to gently press up, under her chin, pushing her head up and back, 
until she was looking at the ceiling. Her eyes had been closed for 
the last few minutes, she started to open them, "Keep your eyes closed, 
Maki. It's time for a rinse." 
 
Dropping my right hand to her lower back, I moved closer to her, my 
hard-on once again against her stomach, our legs touching. Continuing 
to press lightly under her chin, I forced her to bend backwards, our 
thighs pressing more tightly together, my hand and arm supporting most 
of her weight. I kept up the pressure until her upper body was bent 
backwards into the spray. First her hair, the light knot untangling 
as the spray of water soaked it once again. Then her face, her neck, 
her shoulders, and finally her upper chest entered the spray. I 
stopped pressing. Using the fingers of my left hand, I began chasing 
the soap from those areas I had already washed, holding her suspended 
in the spray as I worked. Once she was rinsed, I continued to hold and 
support her as I reached for the bar of soap. Maki allowed herself to 
relax in the position I'd pushed her into, even going so far as to 
allow her arms to hang limply, down and away from her sides. Eyes 
closed, a small smile on her lips and a slight flush to her upper 
chest and throat, she seemed content.
 
Rubbing the bar across her abdomen and lower chest, I soaped her from 
her newly trimmed bush to the bottom edge of her sensitive areolae, 
turning the bar in my hand a few times to soap it before setting it 
aside. Gently, yet firmly, I began washing her stomach, spreading the 
soap further, around her sides and between her breasts. Eventually, I 
began using only two finger tips as I began tracing the outline of the 
large scar on her stomach. I moved to her navel, using a single 
fingernail to gently trace around its edge, then tickle its center. 
Transferring my attention to her areolae, I began with the left one. 
Slowly tracing a finger around its outer edge, I slowly spiraled 
inwards and upwards, sliding slowly around the puffy sides slowly 
moving to the center and the three inch flagpoles standing there. I 
began focusing my attention on the nipple itself, slowly sliding a 
soap slickened finger and thumb up opposing sides, until they met at 
the top. Changing my hand's position my finger and thumb began the 
long slide slowly back to the nipple's base, before another shift 
and another slow slide up to the tip. 
 
As my finger and thumb worked on the left nipple, I bent forward and 
used my lips and teeth on her right chest, above the areola and nipple. 
Kissing and nibbling the freshly cleaned skin just below her shoulder, 
the only contact with the right breast being where her elongated nipple 
rubbed the underside of my chin and throat. A small soft sound was 
building in her throat. After what seemed like a long few minutes, but 
was probably no more than one or two, I transferred my hand's attention 
to her right breast and my lips and teeth to the area above her right. 
By the time I was finished with this new position, the soft sound in 
her throat was becoming a mild whimper. I kept a gargle glass resting 
on the ceramic tile sill of the frosted bathroom window behind the tub. 
Taking it down, I filled it with water from the shower spray and used 
it to rinse Maki's breasts. 
 
Being active duty Air Force, I had been assigned in the Orient before 
being posted here in California and setting up residence in this small 
studio apartment. With three years over there, in several countries, 
if you include temporary duty assignments and leaves, I had quite a 
collection of varied sexual experiences in my recent past. One 
experience that had been repeated fairly frequently, with various 
levels of success, but a wide variety of techniques, had been blow-
jobs. Although most had been the basic mediocre to average hum-job, 
with little real technique, I had been the recipient of a few really 
outstanding, mind-numbing, knee-weakening, geyser-creating full on 
nut draining Hoover-jobs that would have had the people at Eureka 
vacuums green with envy. I decided to use what I remembered of those 
techniques on the nipples before me. Moving my soapy hand to the top 
of her bush, I began sliding it first across her yet soapy stomach, 
then down into her brush garden; moving in slow, easy gentle circles, 
moving lower and lower into the forest of hair, from hip to hip as I 
began giving first one nipple a blow job, then the other.
 
I began by sliding my lips about half an inch down the nipple, then 
tried to suck it from her chest by the roots, without sliding further 
down the stem. The tip seemed to first stretch against my tongue, 
then enlarge, becoming slightly bulbous. Maki jerked once under me, 
then relaxed . . . I saw her small smile broaden from the corner of 
my eye. Relaxing the suction, I swirled my tongue around the tip of 
the nipple, then pulled off just long enough to wet my lips with my 
tongue. I was truly enjoying myself. With my left hand I was 
concentrating on the area just north of her thickened labia, lightly 
stroking the spot, rubbing my fingers in small circles . . . letting 
their presence be known, but just off of the point where they would 
do any real good. I didn't want her popping her cork just yet. 
 
With my lips wetted, I began paying attention to that nipple again. 
First pass, I simply wrapped my lips tightly around the nipple and 
slid down to its base, applied suction and pulled my back up to the 
tip. Second pass, I stuck my tongue slightly out through my lips and 
let it lead the way to the base of her nipple, more suction as I slid 
back up again, ending by lightly tracing the very tip of her nipple 
with my teeth. Third pass, and I ever so lightly brushed the nipple 
with my teeth all the way down; suction and they dragged their way 
back up also. I repeated the entire process with her other nipple 
. . . Maki's head was slowly shaking from side to side, lips parted 
and breath becoming ragged. Under my left hand, I could feel her 
stomach muscles constantly quivering as first one set of muscles 
would tighten, then another, feeling like small spasms. I moved my 
mouth to the side of her nipple and lightly sucked there, alternately 
trying to wrap my tongue around it, trying to touch itself again, and 
nipping lightly with my teeth. From bottom to tip to bottom again I 
traveled. First one nipple, then the other. For almost ten minutes 
I alternated nipples and techniques in a completely random pattern as 
I picked up the bar of soap and began soaping her thighs all around. 
 
Spreading the soap with my hand I was careful not to touch her labia 
and that huge clitoris of hers. Once I'd covered her thighs completely, 
I reached around her hips and carefully between her legs cleaning her 
ass completely, cheeks and crack. I rubbed firmly around and over her 
anus and the sensitive area I'd once heard referred to as the *taint*; 
that small sensitive patch of skin between the anus and pussy. As I 
rubbed her anus, I rubbed hard enough to slightly spread it open 
slightly, but not hard enough to actually penetrate. As I cleaned her 
backside, I slowly lowered my head over her breasts one last time, 
opening my mouth widely and trying to cover the entire three inch 
areola. Locking my lips tightly to her chest I sucked as hard as I 
could, drawing as much into my mouth as I could, the tip of her breast 
just touching the roof of my mouth at the back. It felt like it was 
quivering. I moved to the other breast and repeated this. I believe 
Maki had been having small micro orgasms for some time now. As I 
repeated the final suction on her right breast, a major quake seemed 
to pass through her small frame and her continuous small whimper 
stopped as her breath suddenly caught in her throat. 
 
Reaching behind her with my left hand I pulled her to her feet and 
had to support her for a long moment before her feet and legs seemed 
to firm up beneath her - my right arm was grateful. Moving her more 
directly into the shower spray, I turned her this way and that as I 
used my hands to be sure she was completely rinsed. Finally lowering 
my head and using my tongue for one long lick between her breasts. 
Looking into her now opened eyes I said, "I love the taste of freshly 
cleaned skin. I could lick it and kiss it and nibble at it all day. 
The salty, sweaty taste is gone. All of the air's impurities are washed 
away. It's so sweet and tasty . . . But, tell me, are you enjoying 
yourself?" 
 
She didn't answer with words. Her satisfied smile broadened even more 
and she jumped against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and 
kissing my face in a dozen places before finally hitting my lips and 
burying her tongue in my mouth. When she relaxed and slid down to 
stand on her own feet, I turned her away from me and sat on the edge of 
the tub, spreading my legs wide. Pulling her backwards between my legs, 
I guided her into a semi-seated position in my almost lap, my hard-on 
trapped between the crack of her ass and my stomach. Reaching around 
her with my left hand, I placed it against her pubic hair and pulled back-
wards as I placed my right hand between her shoulder blades and pushed 
lightly forwards. Guided by my hands, she bent forwards at the waist 
until I stopped pressing. As she had bent forward, her ass cheeks had 
spread open and slipped around the sides of my cock as she rested more 
of her weight into my lap. When she reached the point I wanted and she 
stopped as my right hand moved away, she reached her hands to the 
other side of the tub and helped support herself in her new position.
 
I think she realized where things were positioned and how tightly they 
fit together, because she suddenly pressed backwards more tightly and 
started sliding her ass up and down the shaft of my cock. She moved 
upwards until the head was just ready to slip into the valley between 
her cheeks, then downwards as far as she could go into my lap. I could 
feel her clitoris sliding up and down the underside of my cock as she 
moved. I allowed her to complete three or four strokes, thoroughly 
enjoying the sensation, before I finally slapped her lightly on her 
right ass cheek and said "Stop that! It's not your turn yet. This is 
my time to play with your body. You will have your turn in a few 
minutes. If you like this position and want to end your turn this way, 
then you can. But for right now, *you* don't initiate anything. Your 
job right now is to feel what I am doing and try to learn from it, so 
you can use some of it when you clean my body."
 
"Yes, Ray." I felt I heard a small pout in her voice, but she stopped 
moving and relaxed slightly, the pressure on my groin lightening 
somewhat. Moving her hair so that it hung down the right side of her 
head I began to slowly soap up her back and my hands. Working at first 
gently, then more firmly, trying to rub more deeply as I went, I was 
trying to turn the back cleaning into a full back rub and massage. 
Slowly working first over her entire back, then localizing the 
experience, first up one side, then the other, I continued the back 
rub for almost five minutes before allowing her to stand and rinse. 
When she stood, her eyes had a softer languid cat-like expression to 
them. After I made sure her back was soap free, I leaned down from 
behind and slowly kissed and nibbled my way across her shoulders and 
the nape of her neck, softly dragging my fingernails lightly up and 
down either side of her spine. More small shivers passed through her 
system under my gently questing fingertips. 
 
I guessed it was time for the final touches to this cleaning and to 
finally pay direct attention to her vagina, those swollen labia and 
that massive clitoris of hers. Guiding her to the end of the tub, I 
had her sit on the edge, her back resting on the wall through the 
shower curtain, her feet on the tub edges to either side. Guiding her 
hands to the tub lip on either side of her hips, I gently applied 
inward pressure to her elbows until she had raised and supported her
self with her stiffened arms. She watched me intently as I once again 
set to *work*.
 
Taking the bar of soap in my hands, I began lathering them. Leaning 
forward, I again addressed each nipple, first using my tongue to lick 
their undersides from base to tip, then momentarily sucking on each 
again in turn. Taking the right one lightly in my teeth, I pulled my 
head backwards, stretching it until it worked itself free and *snapped* 
back. I saw Maki lick her lips as she watched, her eyes becoming half 
lidded. Moving my head so she could watch, I placed my hands on the 
inside of her upper thighs and slid them up to her pussy, where I used 
both hands individually to soap up the entire area. Taking the glass 
back down from the window sill, I set it behind me in the shower spray 
as I lowered myself to my knees. Maki's eyes followed my hardened cock 
intently as it shifted back and forth during the process. Once on my 
knees, I sat back on my haunches and reached to her pussy with my 
right hand. Slowly, deliberately, I began using the knuckle of my index 
finger to soap the entire area around the outside of her labia. 
Starting from the bottom, moving up one side, then down the other, 
finally sliding the knuckle between her cheeks to her anus, where I 
once again pressed firmly, giving my finger a small twisting action 
as her small opening spread, just momentarily wider.
 
Moving back to her pussy, I cleaned the entire area, sliding my 
fingers over and between her slightly spread lips repeatedly, quickly 
soaping her huge clitoris and watching as her micro orgasms started 
again as I worked. Each seemed slightly larger than the last, and as 
I progressed they seemed to be coming closer together, going from 
about a minute apart to about forty seconds as I worked. Her clitoris 
was fully distended, being almost three-quarters of an inch across 
and almost a full inch extended beyond its tightly encasing sheath. 
Small drops of clear fluid were gathering at the lower apex of her 
labia and dripping to the tub floor as my hands moved. Sucking on her 
lower lip, Maki continued to watch. 
 
Rubbing my hands together I placed my middle finger against the 
opening to her canal and pushed gently, with a slight twisting motion. 
With the combination of my soapy fingers and her own fluids, my finger 
slid in easily, with no real restriction. I slowly began pumping my 
finger in and out of her pussy, turning it slightly this way and that 
as it moved. Her breathing was again becoming shallow and the flush 
was again rising in her chest as I worked that finger. I was moving 
fairly rapidly, but also carefully, not directly touching her sensitive 
clitoris. After a couple of minutes, I mostly withdrew my finger and 
stopped. Maki's eyes, still mostly open, but with a fogged, dazed look 
about them, cleared and focused. Making certain that she was watching, 
I extended my index finger along side one I was already using and slid 
both fingers into her as deeply as they would go. Her breath caught for 
a long moment at the additional penetration. Her arms quivered momentarily, 
then held rigidly . . . her eyes fogged again as I once again increased the 
speed of my sliding fingers. 
 
Her fluid production increased, her breathing became deeper, more 
ragged and the flush of her chest spread to her throat and deepened. 
The muscles of her cunt were practically spasming around my invading 
fingers. Her mouth hung open as she inhaled deeply but her cheeks were 
pulled back into a wide smile. Her orgasms were almost continuous, 
little jerks and twitches seemed to be traveling throughout her system.
 But she held her arms rigid, kept her feet hooked over the sides of 
the tub, knees slightly raised and bent - though quivering - she held 
her position. I noticed her fingers kept curling and uncurling every 
few seconds as her experience continued. Just when it seemed that she 
was building to a really big one, I stopped again, fingers almost fully 
extracted.  This time it was long seconds before her quivering stopped 
and she was able to focus her eyes once again. When she did, I watched 
them widen as I added my ring finger to the invaders and slowly slid 
all three deep inside, not quite all the way, but until I felt certain 
tension, a mild spasm, and saw a slight wince touch the corner of one 
eye. 
 
Stopping at that depth, I began, not pumping, but twisting my hand in 
place, providing yet another sensation to those she'd already 
experienced tonight. She took in a sudden breath and held it for long 
seconds as I continued working, Her fluid production increased to 
about the power of three and I soon had her oil sliding down into my 
palm, down the back of my hand and wrist until it finally again fell 
to the floor of the tub. At the increase in fluid, my fingers seemed 
of their own accord to slide the rest of the way into her now spasming 
pussy. I moved my left hand to her left breast, squeezing and releasing 
it, manipulating the nipple. My mouth went to her right and taking just 
the tip, I again started giving it a blow-job routine. My right thumb I 
moved to the top of her vagina, rubbing in small tight circles and 
brushing the top of her vagina at each pass. 
 
Maki went over the edge then. A small mewling scream started in her 
throat and warbled softly throughout the room, her hips began quaking, 
vibrating and gyrating as her orgasm hit her with a vengeance. Her 
left foot slipped, yet somehow she caught herself and forced it back 
into position. I caught sight of her left hand, it was curled tightly 
into a fist, the wrist and forearm (all I could see from my nursing 
position) were quivering continuously. All of the fine hairs on her 
forearm were standing straight out from her arm, as if surrounded by 
some static force. I almost popped my cork from the sheer strength of 
her reaction and I hadn't even been really touched yet. Hell, I hadn't 
been this excited since my very first time . . . years ago with my 
first high school sweetheart, Mary-Catherine. I continued my 
ministrations, turning my head so I could see her face as I mouth-
fucked her nipple. I really seemed to go on forever, even though I 
knew it probably wasn't more than thirty or forty seconds (okay, maybe 
a minute . . . tops) until the expression on her face changed and 
small twitches started at the corner of her eyes and cheeks from my 
actions. I released her nipples and withdrew my fingers, immediately 
moving my hands to her waist for added support as the quiver in her 
arms and legs increased.
 
I wasn't a moment too soon as her legs slipped to the bottom of the tub 
and her arms seemed to turn to rubber. I slid her into my lap, the head of 
my dick actually brushing against her clitoris and bringing a wince of pain 
as I lowered her. Wrapping my arms around her I hugged her to me and 
kissed my way up her jawline to her earlobe where I sucked it into my lips 
and sucked on it. Soon enough, she recovered and I stood her in the 
shower spray and rinsed the last of the soap from her body, cleaning her 
thighs and butt cheeks again to remove the sweat and seepage. I gently 
paid particular attention to recleaning her pussy and clitoris. 
 
Maki was a little lethargic at first, slowly coming down from whatever 
cloud her orgasm had sent her to. She recovered quickly though, as I 
told her that I was done and if she still wanted to, it was finally 
her turn. Since I hadn't used it as I'd thought I might, I moved the 
glass back to the window sill as I chuckled at her sudden animation. 
Taking up the bar of soap, Maki was soaping up not only her hands, but 
also her stomach, chest and groin areas. Since I'd told her that she 
was in complete charge, she directed me to get onto my hands and knees 
on the floor of the tub, as she reached up and redirected the shower 
spray away from me. Taking the bottle of shampoo, she lay face down on 
my back and began slithering around, washing my back with her entire 
upper body as she began washing my hair. She was so excited and 
squirming so much that her own hair was getting tangled in her fingers 
as she washed my hair. When she was done, she had me stand and she 
turned the spray back to the center of the tub so we could both rinse 
off. 
 
Using her hands and a washcloth, she made fairly short work of washing 
most of my body, pausing as she rinsed and moved from section to 
section to follow her cleaning with kisses and nibbles. She surprised 
me by sucking my toes after she cleaned my feet, licking from heel to 
toe. She nibbled and kissed once again on my inner and outer thighs as 
she reached behind me and cleaned my buttocks and ass. When she'd 
cleaned my chest and stomach, she spent long minutes sucking my 
small man-tits and navel. Then she was cleaning my scrotum . . . gently, 
using only her hands, she cleaned and fondled my balls and cock, 
sliding her hands inside my thighs and sliding her fingers from my 
asshole to my balls gently handling the sac on each pass. After a 
rinse she tried to give me head, she really tried, but couldn't seem 
to manage it well. 
 
She finally settled for kissing and sucking the sides of my shaft 
and sucking my balls, individually, into her mouth and tonguing them 
while she jacked me off. It didn't take long, considering that I had 
spent the last hour, at least, with a hard-on, and had fondled her 
body multiple times in that hour, bringing her to multiple orgasms. 
I was so excited, I was surprised that I actually last more than a 
few minutes. I think I almost lasted five. Maki was amazed by the 
amount of cum I had produced, catching some of it in the palm of her 
hand as it spurted onto the shower curtain and tub floor. When I was 
done, she seemed to study the cum in her palm, sniffing it, taking a 
small amount and rubbing it between her thumb and forefingers. Finally, 
she extended her tongue and tasted, making a face of displeasure, she 
rinsed the rest from her hand. A quick soaping and rinse and we were 
stepping out of the tub to dry and dress ourselves.
 
One thing I had learned about Maki through this experience . . . She 
had a very hard tongue. Everyone before had possessed a soft, more 
pliable tongue. Maki's was hard and firm, almost no pliability at all.
 
                       **********
 
Back in the living room, we cleaned up the beer bottles and pulled out 
the sofa bed, making it ready for when we retired. When everything was 
ready, we each took a soda from the refrigerator and sat at the kitchen 
table. 
 
"Well, what did you think?"
 
Maki hugged herself and her smile, which hadn't left her since the 
shower, widened and her nipples began pushing against her soft pink 
camisole. She squirmed slightly in her seat as she said, "It was 
fantastic. I never believed it could feel so good, but there are a 
couple of things."
 
"Such as?"
 
She pulled her feet up and crossed them in the chair beneath her as 
she paused, in thought. "When you started sucking on my nipples, just 
at the start, you sucked only the tips, sucking very hard." I simply 
nodded. "That hurt. Not like later, when you held them in your teeth 
and stretched them until they slipped free; that hurt too, but not the 
same, the slight pain seemed to add to the pleasure you were causing. 
But earlier, when you sucked as hard as you did, although there were 
real pleasant sensations to start with, by the end there was no 
pleasure, only pain."
 
"Well, that is part of finding out how to please a partner; 
learning what they like and do not like, what is enjoyable and 
what is only painful or uncomfortable for them. In future, I won't 
suck so hard. I will be more gentle about it."
 
"Thank you"
 
"You said there were a couple of things?"
 
"Yes, when you had two fingers inside me, and I was almost ready to 
orgasm, as you called it, why did you stop and put in a third finger? 
You know that almost hurt a little when you first did it, though it 
did go away quickly and became even better than before. But, why did 
you do it?"
 
"Well, I waited until you were fully excited, to make it easier for 
you to take. But the reason for it was to lessen your fear for 
tomorrow, at least a little bit." Placing my fingers together as 
they had been earlier, I held them up for her to examine as I talked. 
"If you will notice, at the base of the fingers, the three together 
are thicker than my cock when it is hard. When I started using the 
three together, I gave you a fuller feeling and a more intense 
sensation. Though I couldn't insert them completely at first, as soon 
as you started enjoying the new sensation, and relaxed into it, all 
three together easily slipped in as far as they would go. I wanted you 
to realize that you will stretch down there to accept me, when the time 
comes." She looked into my eyes for long seconds, then nodded. 
"There was something else?"
 
"Actually, yes. When you were washing my ass, and pressing around 
the hole; it started to open for you and you stopped. It felt so good, 
that I was kind of hoping you would reach inside and wash there as 
well. But you didn't. Why?"
 
"Well, as I told you earlier, many women find the experience 
uncomfortable and sometimes painful. I thought if you wanted to try 
something there, really try something, we will have time later. I 
didn't want to risk spoiling the mood tonight, that's all."
 
"I let you down," she continued after thinking about my answer. "I 
tried to suck your cock like you mentioned earlier, but I couldn't. 
I spoiled it for you."
 
"No you didn't," I answered with a chuckle. "Although I have received 
a few 'blow-jobs' as they are called, over the years, they are not my 
favorite part of sex. I don't really care if I get one or not. Never 
have. If a woman starts doing it, I don't stop her. If she doesn't, I 
don't ask her to. My favorite part of sex, we haven't really done yet."
 
"What is your favorite part of sex?"
 
"Eating pussy." Her eyes widened when I said that, but she said 
nothing. "I like to start sex with a shower, I always have. After a 
shower, my favorite thing to do is eat a woman's pussy, starting with 
her on her back, but going through a few different positions and 
ultimately ending with the woman's pussy above me. I love nothing 
more than a woman who drools her juices there and enjoys what I'm 
doing so much that she squirms all over my faces, coating me with 
her juices as I please her. I love the feel, the smell and the taste 
of pussy. I did notice that you didn't care for the taste of my cum."
 
"Not really. It tasted kind of salty and tart to me. I didn't really 
like it."
 
"Well, don't judge all men by one. I've been told by others that men 
taste different, each one slightly distinctive in his own way. I can 
tell you from experience that I've never known two women who taste the 
same. So, if you are with another man, you might want to taste test 
again, before you make up your mind."
 
                       ***********
 
We talked for an hour, discussing what had been done, some things that 
hadn't - but would be. As we talked, we began cleaning the kitchen a 
little and moved to the bed. just before we lay down, Maki retrieved 
a towel from the bathroom and brought it to bed with her. We both 
stripped before climbing into bed, deciding to sleep naked together. 
As we continued our conversation, before we covered up, Maki reached 
over and began jacking me off once again. It took her almost twenty 
minutes, but in the end I did come again. When she was done, I 
masturbated Maki through another orgasm, but stopped after one.
 
After that, I decided it was time to sleep. Tomorrow was Monday. I 
was still off for the day, but Maki had school and needed sleep. 
Once the lights were off though, we continued to cuddle and let our 
hands roam for another twenty minutes before finally lying back to 
sleep. Maki was cuddled up to my left side, using my shoulder as a 
pillow. My left arm ran down her back and my hand was softly cupping 
a buttock. 
 
Maki fell asleep first. When she finally did, her left hand was 
wrapped around my hard cock. Eventually, I too fell asleep.
 
 
            ***************

End of "Maki 2 -The Shower"
 

 



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