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Subject: i n c e s t  story: "A Boy No More Ch. 3"                                                                             21793
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A Boy No More Ch. 3

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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