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The Adventures of Me and Martha Jane
Part 5E
"Let's do this for a while," I whispered. "Just this. Okay?"
"Yes." She swallowed again. For a while we silently enjoyed
touching and stroking each other with no particular goal in mind
other than pleasing ourselves and discovering all the things about
us that had changed.
As we touched and played we talked. I told her about the plays I'd
done, how movies and photography had captured so much of my life.
She told of her classes, her work, what she had learned.
I didn't entirely take the lead; I didn't yet know how. But I was
not as passive as in the past. I marveled at how she had grown so
lithe and graceful. She marveled at my new shoulders, my
well-formed thighs, my growing cock, and the hair appearing on my
legs, chest, and groin. As the night wore on we became alternately
playful and serious, lewd and virginal. I can't remember all of it.
Very often I try to, but it all gets jumbled. Our old devils had
entered the dark room and overpowered everything and everyone in it.
For a while during that night, each of us appeared to be trying to
see who could bring out the deepest sensuality in the other, who
could come up with the naughtiest turn-on, who could make the most
endearing gesture. We shut out the narrow world and the narrow
people around us, and the world inside the room expanded. At one
point she sat up and watched and held her pussy open while I licked
her. Then again, I stood up and watched her suck me as she lay
across the bed, having to make her stop sucking early because my
larger cock could now feel more of her knowing mouth and tongue.
She would stop now and then to play with my balls and ask if it felt
good. Then I lay on the bed and she held onto the headboard while
she hovered over my face and gave me detailed licking instructions
until she almost came. She stopped, not wanting to end it yet. We
lay down and hugged for a while and then began masturbating each
other again. Our devils seethed out of us in a slow but steadily
mounting stream. We remained gentle, held back by some subtle
self-imposed constraint that would not let us take anything too far
too quickly. We would hold ourselves at an intense edge, as if what
we needed and what we felt could be dealt with and satisfied only by
its own intensity and its own fire, one step at a time.
Because it had been so long since I had been touched or excited, the
nature of my arousal was new to me. For the first time I felt a
tightness and a pain in my balls that was not there before. I
became more aware of our physicality together, and understood more
fully the mysteries and the implications of what we were doing.
I knelt on my knees over her, while she lay flat and sucked me.
"You're dripping," she said. She touched my tip to one nipple and
rolled a finger round the sticky fluid I left there. "You know
that? You're dripping a lot."
"Dripping?"
"You're making more cum, hon. Do your balls feel tight?"
"Yeah, they're...very tight."
She grinned with delight and expectation. "Maybe you'll cum.
You've never cum, have you?"
"I don't...I don't really know."
"You're so much bigger and hotter than you ever were." She gently
touched and squeezed beneath my balls. "Does that hurt?"
"A little. Yeah, It's...feels kinda sore."
"Even when I touch just a little, like that?"
"Yes."
"Oh, Speedy," she said, laughing to herself. "I think we have an
opportunity here that we shouldn't pass up. Be honest. You never
came before? Not even by yourself?"
I shook my head. "I never tried it. Other boys told me they did,
but...I didn't see how doing it by yourself could be much fun." I
looked down at her hand and the amount of fluid she had drawn from
me. "Maybe...I could cum."
"Think so?"
"What happens? I mean, how will I know?"
"You'll know, hon."
"I...I dunno."
"Do you want to fuck and see if you'll cum?"
I nodded. "We haven't fucked in a long time...Yes."
"Then I hope..." She stopped. "Never mind," she said, shifting her
torso higher in the bed and then leaning back into the pillows. She
was long and the color of the dim moonlight. She raised her knees a
little so her trim thighs could fall apart and spread wide, and then
reached down and held her cunt open for me. "Fuck me, hon."
I lay on her, feeling physically larger than I remembered. This
made her seem smaller to me, more delicate. Certainly, my erection
was larger than it had ever been. I propped myself on my arms and
my toes, looking down as I aimed my new hardness at her dark core.
My tip could feel her wet outer lips, a feeling that had not
occurred with such clarity in the past, and I paused there, unable
to prevent a sharp intake of breath at the surprising intensity of
this sensation.
"Yeah?" she whispered. "Feel me?"
I smiled and breathed hard and nodded. "Wet me."
She knew what I meant. It meant that I held my erection at the
mouth of her cunt, the tip barely inside her, while she made small
circles with her hips, bathing my glans with the tight ring around
her opening. From the first moment, I felt a twinge that told me
this was different from the way it had been before. I was painfully
and frighteningly aware of the thin slippery skin of her inner lips
moving on me.
My arms trembled a little, and despite my effort to remain calm I
felt a rush of adrenaline that demanded more air in my lungs. I
heard my breathing quicken and wobble nervously.
"Feel me on your tip? Feel me moving?"
"Yes, it feels...different...very strange...very nice."
"good...good"
"Keep doin' it," I said, and she did. Her movements were slight,
just enough to keep the sensation going. I could feel myself
getting bigger and stiffer. Very slowly I began to move forward as
she maintained her movement. I gradually moved deeper into her,
hearing her whispers: "Let it go in me, let it go in... slow, slow.
I want us both to feel all of you..."
I bent down to watch. "It feels so good going in..."
"Feels good for me too, hon. Ah."
Very gradually I slid all the way in and could feel her muscles
rolling around my length. "Oh," I gasped, and my head fell back
involuntarily. My dick arched blissfully at the sensation of being
warmly gloved in the new world of her syrupy, finely textured inner
self. Feeling this was quite a surprise, and quite alarming; I felt
something beyond me was threatening to take control.
Trying to slow the whirl a bit, I pulled out just as slowly. She
kept up the gentle grind. Again I moved forward, still gradually,
but this time without pause, going all the way into her. With a
soft hiss she took in a long slow breath that she let out as a hotly
whispered "Ahhhh" just as I my entire length settled in her.
"Speedy," she whispered, "you're bigger now. I've never felt so
much of you inside me."
I forced myself to pause, to adjust my outspread arms and give
myself time to absorb what was happening. There was more of me down
there now, more flesh, more nerves, more to feel her with. Shakily
I began to ascertain the texture and narrow shape of her inner cunt.
I was fully, warmly, snugly encased. It was almost entirely new, as
if I'd never ventured there before. Despite my best mental efforts
at wanting to stop until I figured out what was going on, I began to
slide in her, still remaining deep, adjusting my angle so that I
sensed the familiar nudge of her clit against my shaft.
"Ah, hon...you still know how."
I looked at her, her eyes gleaming with what seemed an almost
painful pleasure. She looked as if she might cry at any moment.
She fucked with her cunt and her eyes and her breath.
"Is that okay?", I asked, grinning and pumping.
She hissed, "Yes! It's just right. Just right."
I began stroking her more deeply and purposefully. An animalistic
urge welled up. The purely physical began to assert itself, eroding
my resistance move by move. I wondered, if I really wanted to stop,
whether or not I could. For the moment, I couldn't.
After a few strokes she whispered breathlessly, "Go all the way in
me, all the way...Yes, hold it there...like that, yes. Be still a
minute. Let me milk you inside me." She ground her belly against
me, her inner flesh softly wringing my entire length.
My head snapped back again, then fell forward. I moaned, I moaned
again. I looked down at her.
She was smiling at me, her eyes half-closed with lust. "Like it?"
"It's wonderful...your cunt feels so good..."
"Getting closer, hon? Does it make you want to cum?"
"I don't...I don't want to yet. It feels too good."
"I like making you feel good...I missed this, I missed you...I want
to make it so good for you, the way you always did for me."
Alarmed by a sudden and overpowering surge of pleasure, I pulled out
slightly. "Wait," I panted. "Wait a second."
She slowed and stopped. She, too, was a little out of breath. "Are
you okay?"
"Just rest a minute." It wasn't merely the physical sensations I
was resisting. It was something else-- -new, unfamiliar,
otherworldly. I felt I might be in better control of myself if I
did the moving while she lay back and enjoy it.
I finally regained some of my air and composure. "Let me move in
you, now, for a while."
"Okay."
We both looked down and watched as I stroked steadily and deeply. I
felt that if I went too fast it would end too soon. My existence
centered more and more tightly on Martha Jane's wet and sweetly
enclosing nether-mouth and her spread thighs and her whispers and
irregular gasps. The itch in my loins spread to my thighs; my
strokes into her became less controlled, more self-driven. I could
feel my glans warming inside her. The something new and wonderful
that I held back kept licking at me from somewhere behind my brain.
After many, many strokes I looked down. I could not wrest my eyes
from what I saw. She was looking straight into me as I looked
deeply into her. I could tell by her taut neck and the force of her
inner spasms that she was starting to cum.
"Don't stop...," she uttered, hardly able to move her mouth. Her
eyes and face were alive with pleasure. She swallowed, she even
seemed to try to stop her cumming and she did not want to look away
as she usually did; cumming or not, she seemed determined to stay in
touch with what was happening to me. Her neck was very taut. She
gradually stiffened under me. She smiled, wild-eyed and holding her
breath. She was no longer undulating under me. I kept fucking with
the same rhythm while the dimming light in her eyes signaled that
she was sinking deeper and deeper, and then she was entirely still
for several seconds, during which her channel tightened on me
several times. I was growing incredibly excited. Her face and eyes
were locked in a joyful stare, and I fucked her eyes with mine. I
wanted to intensify her pleasure and her lust with words, the same
way she always intensified mine, and so in the middle of her cumming
I bent down and uttered "fuck" against her lips. Immediately she
whimpered and then uttered that wordless cumming sound that she made
in her mouth somewhere and her cunt clutched, the tendons in her
neck bulged and pulsed. I whispered, "I feel you cumming," and her
eyes widened for a second and seemed completely unfocused; and then
with a long sigh she gradually relaxed, and then jerked and made a
little whimper deep in her neck, then shut her eyes tight and let go
of my arms which she had gripped so tightly with her nails, and she
let her head fall back and gasped, "Oh!" and quickly caught her
breath, wiping an arm across her brow; and then holding onto my arms
again and returning her eyes and her face and her attention to me,
she began again her smooth undulations beneath me. Her half-closed
eyes glued themselves to mine as if she wanted to miss nothing that
might happen while I was in the grip of my new and (to me) almost
terrifying pleasure.
"Keep fuckin', hon."
"It's gettin' better," I whispered, growing breathless again.
Her eyes widened eagerly. "Yeah?"
"It's getting..." I could not describe it.
Seeing me without words, she began a mothering croon. "It's okay,
hon...Just feel it. Enjoy it..."
"Oh...Martha Jane...I'm..."
"It's okay. Don't stop, it's okay." As I moved on her she reached
up a gentle hand and stroked the back of my neck. "Let it happen."
My strokes became more deliberate, deeper, stronger. It was a
strength I'd never felt before. I didn't direct it, it directed me.
I didn't move faster, but I moved with more urgency. My swelling
cock sought more of her. It raced out ahead of my mind, which
seemed to keep falling farther and farther back, outpaced by
everything else.
"Ready...?" she asked. She could hardly talk. And I couldn't
speak at all. Uncertain of losing myself so completely, I clung
desperately to her eyes for safety. An incredible fullness welled
up in my balls along with a wave of electrifying, undiluted lust.
She whispered, waiting, "You're so hard in me..."
She reached down between us and lightly wrapped two small fingers
around the base of my cock. Her touch was all I could stand.
Something told me, then, that I was lost and there wasn't a damn
thing I could do about.
Apparently she knew, as her fingers at my root must have sent the
signals of my first penile throbs. I didn't think her lewd grin
could get wider, but somehow it did, and her eyebrows raised in
wonder, delight, victory, as she watched my face.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're gonna cum. Cum in me."
All I could say was, "Oh, I'm..."
She raised her eyebrows again. "Ah, it's starting-- -"
"Oh!"
Her cunt sucked at my tip. It tickled intensely, insanely. Her
circling hips slid her inner walls against the swollen underside of
my exulting cock, which took over completely. My body lurched and,
utterly surprised, I felt the eerie, uncontrollable twist of unknown
tubes in my lower gut that writhed and spewed the first of my life's
cum inside her. My dick pumped into the splash.
A low, gutsy moan oozed out of me.
She wept happily, "Yes, baby...Yes!"
An onslaught of pleasure gripped me. The universe shrank into a dot
inside of which there was only my wildly twitching cock and her
begging cunt. All I could do was groan and spurt again, spurt
twice, three times, rapidly, wetly, violently. Her face flooded
with joy as she watched me through slitted eyes. I heard only her
loving chant, "Cum, honey...ahhh, so warm...cum..."
I was no longer fucking-- -I rutted, blind. More streams of me
leapt from the slit in my tip that wetly scraped her hugging walls.
Soon I began to slump under a final wave of bliss and the rest of me
slurped into her, into her eyes and her voice, her nipples and her
squirming belly, her spread thighs and her auburn tuft, as the last
remnants of my virginity disappeared forever into the hot, wet,
sweet depths of Martha Jane.
Once finished, I quivered above her, exhausted. I was completely
out of breath, out of strength, out of cum, out of my mind. But she
wouldn't let me have air; she grabbed me by the neck and pulled me
down to her. She held me so tightly I couldn't breathe. I didn't
care. I couldn't hold her tightly enough. If I had died, it was
fine with me. My young dick still throbbed, and she answered the
throbs with a low chuckle and a tightening of her inner muscles.
The fingers she had used to make the small but catalytic ring around
my base were now pulling on my dick as I softened. With half my
length still inside her she whispered hotly, "Get it all in me!",
and firmly wrung me dry. "All of it..."
I could only murmur into her breasts. "Oh...so good! Whew!"
"I know, honey. I know."
I could only think to myself: I am out of control. I'm completely
out of control. I am going to hell. It's so good and we both like
it so much that it has to be a sin. I'm Adam in the Garden of Eden
and I've taken deeply, enjoyably of the apple. Everything is
different now, forever.
I raised up to look at her face. She smiled at me, and then pouted,
and then blushed, and then one of her eyes squeezed out a large
tear. "Oh, baby, you came inside me. Oh...oh, I didn't think
I'd..." She wiped the tear away, quickly, and sniffed. I kissed
her wet cheek, and she pulled me to her with a strong hug.
She sniffed again, holding me to her. "I'm so happy for you. You
feel so warm in me."
I whispered against her flesh, "It was soo good."
She tightened her hug, still panting. "I know, hon. Oh, I know."
She gave a little laugh. "Will you still respect me in the
morning?"
I nodded against her.
She hugged me, held me. Soon we were calm. She stroked my hair.
She asked, "How do you feel, hon?"
"I am..." I gulped. "Am I going to go to hell?"
"We are both going to hell, hon." Slowly she shook her head back
and forth against mine, murmuring sleepily, "But I can't help it."
Continued...
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