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A Boy No More Ch. 3
by Brandy Chase ©
Young Marcus had rekindled the fires of passion long ago banked within me. He
lay on the bed, his inexperienced manhood desperately attempting to break out of
the imprisoning trousers, but Marcus was afraid to do anything about it.
Still sitting atop him, I could sense a struggle building within him. There
were things he wanted to do; things he needed to do, but he had not a clue as
to what or how.
I decided it was time to help him, to give him his next experience, his next
lesson on the finer things of life. If he thought what had happened in the
bathtub earlier that day had been wonderful, what he was about to experience
would absolutely astonish him.
I climbed off him and stepped down onto the floor. Slowly, I undid all the
remaining buttons, hooks, ties, and other paraphernalia holding the rest of my
clothing together and gracefully slid it all to the floor. Stepping out of the
pile of garments, I stood nude before him for the first time.
I moved closer to the edge of the bed to allow him to touch me, but at the
moment, he seemed perfectly content to just look at my nude body. Why not, after
all, he'd never seen a naked woman before and there was a lot of new anatomy to
be studied.
I took his hand and placed it on top of the patch of curly red hair crowning my
womanhood. His eyes were as big as hen's eggs. His large fingers slid over the
silky hair. I could see he was breathing harder, but that wasn't the only thing
I could see about him getting harder.
While his fingers played over my hairs, I reached over him and undid his
trousers. He raised slightly as I slid them down over his narrow hips. His
swollen manhood seemed spring-loaded when I released it from his confining
underwear. Marcus seemed a bit embarrassed by this, but it didn't appear to
bother the obviously anxious creature I had just freed. In fact, it seemed
downright, or should I say, upright happy to see me.
I stepped back to pull his boots and socks off. Grabbing his trousers by the
cuffs I pulled them the rest of the way off, taking time to folded them neatly
and place them on his dresser before I returned to finish removing his
underwear. I must say, he looked absolutely delicious lying there completely
naked. His face turned several shades of red from a small case of embarrassment.
His manhood was quite red too, but I don't think that had anything to do with
embarrassment.
"Sit here on the edge of the bed," I suggested, patting the mattress edge.
I stepped between his legs, standing as close to his face as possible. His
rough, but loving hands roamed over my body, lingering on my breasts a while
before moving over my hips and around to cup my behind to pull me closer.
He finally took a little initiative and started covering my breasts with tender
kisses and swirling his inexperienced tongue around my begging nipples. I guess
a lot of experience is not required in that particular activity because he
instantly set my sensitive nipples ablaze with delight. I wrapped my arms around
his head, holding him closer, not wanting to allow the sensual creature darting
in and out between his lips to cease its sweet assault on my nipples. It had
been so long since I had felt the searing attention a loving man could give me,
especially one who was interested in pleasing me as much as himself.
Obviously, Marcus was very interested in making me feel good. He sucked one of
my sensitive nipples into his hot mouth and lightly bit it. I gasped at the
explosion of pleasure-pain his teeth sent raging through me.
He jumped back; a look of near panic covered his young face. "Oh God, I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!" he apologized, tears welling up in his big
blue eyes.
"You didn't, Honey," I assured him, pulling his face back to my breasts. "Do it
again, a little harder this time."
His teeth went back to work on one of my excited nipples.
"Oh yes! That's it, that's it! Harder!" I begged.
He switched to the other nipple. Pulling his lips down over his teeth, he really
bit down on the hard morsel.
"Oh, Marcus, that's wonderful!" I screamed. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
I held his head tight in my arms, enjoying the daggers of beautiful pain
ripping through my body all the way from my breasts to the growing wetness
between my thighs.
I slowly stepped over his legs one at a time, so his legs were between mine.
That little maneuver opened my thighs and gave his hands easy access to my
tingling womanhood in case he wanted to do a bit more exploring.
He didn't get the idea of what I wanted him to do until I took his hand and
placed it between my thighs. Cautiously, his large hand fumbled around between
my legs, feeling, touching, and exploring.
After several minutes of his inexperienced roaming, he finally worked a finger
between the moist lips of my womanhood and found my found clitoris. He knew
right away he had found something good, something important, because the moment
his scorching finger touched it, a loud moan tore from my throat.
I watched a wonder smile grow across his face as his increasing attention to
that little button made me moan more and louder. Then his busy finger began
exploring again.
I could feel his nervousness as his finger gently probed around the soft, wet
rim of the entrance to my most private place, the doorway to my inner-self.
"Go ahead, Baby, slide your finger inside," I whispered, squirming in an attempt
to help his finger find its way.
He looked up into my face as if checking to be sure I really wanted him
to do that.
"Please, Baby, please," I begged. "Make me feel good; feel my insides."
My breath seized in my lungs at the fantastic sensation of his large finger
entering me. Marcus must have enjoyed the feeling too, because he quickly
started working his finger around and moving it in and out. The more he worked
it the more I moaned. It only took a few moments of this marvelous attention,
coupled with his nibbling on my nipples to send me into the most powerful orgasm
I had experienced in many years.
My body began to quiver and shake. A low-pitched, high-volume groan screamed
from deep within me as my body felt like it was unraveling from the inside
out. My thighs and his wonder hand were drenched with what felt like gallons
of my lady-cum.
Marcus became quite excited by this and he worked a second finger into me. The
fantastic contractions inside me rapidly grow stronger instead of waning as he
continued his wonderful manipulations to my impassioned body. He seemed
overjoyed at being responsible for giving me this great pleasure. He was now
sure he was doing his part right.
Not able to support my own weight any longer, I collapsed on his lap. The poor
boy was lucky I hadn't squished his head, I squeezed it so tight in my arms when
he set me off.
He looked me in the eyes. "Did that feel good?"
Panting and fighting to regain my breath along with a smidgen of strength, I
managed to gasp, "Feel good is too mild of a description for how wonderful you
just made me feel."
"Then I did it right?" he asked with a huge grin of final conquest on his
handsome face.
"Oh yes. I'd say you've got that part down to perfection," I smiled back at him.
"That was the prettiest thing I've ever seen," he said, shyly adding, "I didn't
know girls liked that. I thought they weren't supposed to enjoy sex. I thought
it was just something they were supposed to do to please their husbands and I
didn't know girls had juices that came from them either."
"If a man does his part right, with the feelings of the woman in mind, she'll
have plenty of juices for him. And, Honey, you sure did your part right."
"It smells so wonderful," he mumbled like he wasn't sure if he should mention
that or not.
"It tastes wonderful too," I said, placing my fingers between my thighs to get
them wet, then placing them against his lips. I nearly came again when his hot
mouth closed around my fingers, cleansing them of every drop.
"Later I'll show you how to really taste it," I said.
"Why later? What's wrong with right now?" he asked impatiently, pulling me
closer again.
"I have other delightful things to show you first," I replied, stepping up
from his lap.
Slowly, I separated his legs and knelt to my knees on the floor before him.
Resting my arms across his thighs, I took his gorgeous, young manhood in my hand
and gently stroked him.
"Oh God, I love that," he moaned, falling over on his back to enjoy the
wonderful sensations coursing through his body, and perhaps to enjoy the earlier
memories from the bathtub.
After allowing him a few moments of that pleasure, I decided it was time for him
to experience his next great pleasure. I leaned forward and slid my tongue
around the swollen head of his manhood. The sound escaping his throat was
nothing compared to the gasp he issued as I sucked him deep into my hungry mouth
and held him there, sliding my slippery tongue up and down the sensitive
underside of his engorged member.
The lad was already so excited; it took only a few minutes of my mouth's warm
attention before I felt him rapidly building toward ecstasy. His body went rigid
and nearly rose from the bed. Suddenly, a groan, the likes of which I hadn't
heard in years, tore from his very being as his delicious, young juices spewed
hotly over my tongue and into my throat. Spasm after spasm pumped more of his
creamy nectar into my hungry, waiting mouth. My tongue continued to slide up and
down his pulsating shaft, savoring the delicious salty taste of his eruption.
I continued my loving attention on his manhood, milking him for every drop,
until I felt his body relax. I pulled my satisfied mouth from his manhood with
in one long, slow, hard suction motion. As he lay there totally spent, I licked
him clean, savoring each creamy drop of his delicious juices.
He didn't have enough
energy left to move. I helped him up the bed far enough so he wouldn't fall off
in his sleep and pulled a blanket up over his glistening, nude body.
I leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the lips. "You sleep for a while,
Sweetness, you're gonna need your rest for later tonight."
The sweetest, most innocent smile I had ever seen crossed his young, handsome
face as his eyes fluttered shut. He said not a word; words were not needed.
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