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The Adventures of Me and Martha Jane
Part 3E
We got into bed and she lay with her head in my lap,
sucking me languidly until the increasingly familiar twinge
in my cock sent a drip of pre-cum to my tip as I sat
breathlessly enjoying her now expert lips and hands on me.
"I can taste it," she said, tentatively slurping as she
raised her mouth off me. "I taste more of you, hon. Are
you starting to cum?
"Well, I guess...I'm not sure."
"Poor baby. You still don't know what I'm talking about,
do you?"
I told her I wasn't quite sure, and she tried to explain
about male orgasms and ejaculation. I got the general
idea, but was amazed to find out even more about babies and
how much of the truth had been concealed by the adults
around me.
Martha Jane told me how women kept from getting pregnant by
making the guy use a rubber (she never used the word condom
or contraceptive. She told me she didn't like those words
because they were turnoffs. "Rubber" sounded dirtier, and
that's the word she liked to use). I remarked that if I
ever had a real cum, we'd have to use a rubber on me.
She frowned and said, resolutely, "No. I'd never make you
use a rubber."
"But wouldn't you get in trouble if I didn't wear a
rubber?"
She didn't answer me. She was stroking my cock, now limp
after so much prolonged stimulation. She looked at me, and
then she looked out the dark window. I asked, "what's the
matter?"
She said simply, "Wait a minute, hon," and she looked out
the window and seemed to be thinking deeply about it.
After a while she sat up and smoothed back some stray hair
from her face and scowled. "No. No rubbers."
I looked puzzled.
"Because..." she continued, pulling a bobby pin from her
hair and holding it in her teeth while she bundled back
some of her hair. "Because, uh..." she went on, securing
the bundle behind her with the bobby pin. Then she
abruptly concluded, "Because."
The look on my face told her that I knew she hadn't
answered me, but I also knew by her voice that she didn't
want to talk about it. She lay beside me and I put my head
on her breast and we held each other, and for a while she
simply stroked my hair and neck and reached down to lick my
ear. We grew quiet and listened to the squeals and giggles
of the kids outside. After a while she licked her hand and
wet my cock with it and fondled me while I sucked her
nipples.
With her face resting on my head as I suckled her, I could
feel her smiling. She asked sweetly, "You really like
sucking my titties, don't you, hon?"
"Yes. You feel so good in my mouth."
"I'm glad you like it. It feels good to me too. It's so
loving. I like holding you like this and letting you suck.
I like it because I like the way you enjoy it."
"It's fun," I joked, moving to another nipple.
She laughed. "You funny boy. Yes, it's fun, it really is
fun, isn't it? I don't know...I guess I wouldn't do this
if you were my same age." For a long time she said
nothing, but stroked my cock playfully and watched me enjoy
her breasts. She murmured, "It's so hard to imagine people
wanting to hurt us for this. This doesn't happen for most
people. I don't think you understand that." She held my
chin and pulled my head up so she could give me a playful
smack on the lips. She searched my eyes and my face for a
moment. "I hope no one ever hurts you. But it's going to
be very, very hard to find a woman who understands someone
like you."
I asked her what she meant by that, but she didn't answer.
Instead she brushed it off and played with my pubic fuzz.
"You have such a nice shape," she mused. "I hope you don't
grow too much hair on yourself." She uncoupled from me and
scooted down to suck me again. Holding my shaft and
licking my tip she sighed contentedly, "You're so
suckable."
After wetting me she started pumping again, holding me very
loosely so her hands could slide along my shaft and brush
my tip in a way she knew felt good and would make me hard
quickly. She grinned and said, "It's good, huh? Yeah?
It's good, I can tell you like it. I want to make it so
good for you..."
It didn't take long for her to propel me to a breathless
state again. I have to admit, orgasm or no, I have never
been so physically pleased by a woman's hands as I was by
the way Martha Jane had learned to please. It wasn't long
before my rock hard young cock seemed to develop a life of
its own. My legs grew stiff and I can verify that toes
really do curl, for I could look down past Martha Jane and
see them doing so before my very eyes. Another one of
those strange waves of pure pleasure shot into my cock and
I seemed to melt under it. After several seconds of this
tension, I felt fluid leak to my tip. Martha Jane stopped
and looked up at me in awe.
"Honey, did you cum?"
I struggled to say, "I don't...know. It sure...felt good
all of a sudden."
She studied me. Sure enough, I had leaked again. I would
not have called it an orgasm, at least not a proper adult
orgasm, but she had propelled me toward an awesome
pleasure, both physical and emotional. I felt drained and
tired.
She rose to stroke my face. "Did I hurt you, hon? I
didn't hurt it, did I?"
I shook my head no. I found it to difficult to speak, my
mouth was so dry. "No, but it...it just felt so good."
She hugged me. "Oh you almost, you *almost*! Oh, that's
so nice!"
I felt very good and deliciously wicked anyway, which was
enough for me at the time. I don't remember at what point
that night I was inspired to take my next action, but
Martha Jane was lying on her back quietly enjoying having
her nipples sucked while I finger fucked her, when I was
inspired to please her orally as she had pleased me. As I
trailed kisses down to her thighs, I relished the feel and
the taste and texture of her smooth thighs and licked the
tight juncture at her crotch below her cunt, and nipped at
the smooth tendons that stood out when she spread her
thighs widely to let me get close to her cunt. She liked
tiny nipping kisses on the insides of her thighs. Once she
figured out what I was up to, she looked amazed and her
eyes lit up.
"Are you doin' what I THINK you're doin'? My god," she
exclaimed, and let her head fall back on the pillow. She
smiled at the ceiling while I searched with my tongue for
the motions and actions that would please her. As far as I
can recall, she had no scent except for a faint musk that
was something like freshly warmed milk. She did have a
subtle and indescribable taste, similar to unsweetened
whipped cream. She had never mentioned going down on her--
-and this was, after all, the early 1950's, an era that had
yet to indulge in the oral freedoms of later decades.
Immediately, I could tell she was pleasantly surprised; I
could hear it in her sudden and joyful whimpers and could
feel it in the tightening of her tummy and her gasp as my
tongue probed her wetness and found her clit.
It wasn't long before I found what she liked. Apparently
she had never considered this act before, so she probably
couldn't think of specific instructions. Afterward, she
would always refer to this as "licking." I don't recall
all the details after all these years, but she was mightily
pleased and delighted by my complete willingness to lick
her and my obvious enjoyment in doing it. The intensity of
her reactions surprised even me, who should have been used
to it by then. Knowing that her sucking of my own tip was
very pleasing to me, I learned quickly to suck her clit
gently just as it seemed she might be cumming. I found I
could keep her close but not quite there for a very long
time. After almost a half hour of this, I was ready to
suck and lick her steadily until she came.
Instead she, too, introduced the unexpected. She reached
down and pulled me up to her. "C'mere, hon," she whispered
under her breath. There was a new urgency, a queasy
tension in her voice that I hadn't heard before. "Come up
here," she said again, pulling me forward until I lay on
top of her, and she widened her thighs with her knees
extended at each side of me to let me lie completely
nestled between them. I propped myself on my elbows to see
what she wanted. Her face was taut and intent. She fixed
her determined gaze on mine and moaned, "Lift up a little,"
and still keeping her eyes on me and biting her lower lip
she felt down, between us, and found my dick. I felt a
very strange, wet tickle and realized she was rubbing my
cock in her slit, wetting me. She saw the surprise in my
face and her own face became more intent and deliberate.
"Feel that?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yeah. Wet. Ah. Tickly."
She fumbled urgently for a few more seconds. "Move up a
little," she whispered. Now her voice was shaky, trembling
in a way it never had. And then I felt my dick enter her.
"Yes, hon," she breathed. Her intense face softened, and
she smiled deliriously, but there was still a great urgency
in her voice. "Move on me. Move up here, toward me."
I did so. Her eyes were locked on mine. I saw and heard
and felt her swallow hard as my cock slid deeply in. The
feeling was marvelous. I was enthralled.
Knowing that she enjoyed my finger moving in and out of
her, I naturally assumed that my cock moving in her would
feel even better, if not just as good. I pulled back
slightly and then moved as far as I could into her. She
contracted around me snugly, and I moved out and in, then
did it again. I was not moving up and down, but back and
forth, careful to move only an inch or so, not wanting to
lose that wonderful new feeling of being totally sheathed
inside her. I kept my tummy and the upper shaft of my cock
riding in her groove, knowing intuitively that she wouldn't
want me to lose contact with her clit.
I was amazed and afraid, and her eyes saw it in mine and
mine saw it in hers. Her eyes narrowed and glistened, and
she gulped. "It's okay, hon. Don't stop. It's okay, you
can do it to me. I want you to."
She swallowed again. One hand gripped my shoulder and
trembled, and my legs shook. Her eyes kept searching mine.
And I searched for guidance in hers, as I vaguely but
fearfully realized what we were doing. Most of all I was
overcome by the unthinkable, by the fact that I was totally
inside her, in her darkest and most secret place. She
could see the disorientation and suddenness of it in my
face, she could feel it in my unsure movements.
I managed to utter, "I'm...I'm in you. I'm inside you."
She released a pent up half laugh, half cry. "Yes! Yes,
You're in me, hon. Stay in me. I want you in me."
"It's so good!"
"Keep moving your dick in me...deep and slow, just like
that... ..baby, it's so good and you do it
so...exactly...right!...oh how do you know to do it...I
knew it would happen sooner or later but I never knew it
would be like this, I didn't know it would be so
*good*...it's...oh your dick's in me and we're
fucking...We're FUCKin', hon, and I want you to FEEL it I
want you to like it with me I don't want any rubbers
because I want you to feel your DICK in me, I want to watch
your eyes while you feel your first fuck and I don't want
you to stop...oh god I don't want you to stop..."
"I won't stop," I panted, working steadily on her. "I
can't."
Her eyes jerked swiftly, searching mine and in every corner
of my face, as if to record with her eyes every detail of
the moment, every move I made and every twitch of my face.
One hand gripped the back of my neck, the other below held
my wet sliding shaft between two fingers as she felt me
fuck her steadily and wetly and she kept talking in a low
whisper that became lower and lower and more breathless.
"...it's so good and so...nasty and...I can't believe how
good you feel! I can't believe what a beautiful loving
good fuck you are, you do it just right..."
"Martha Jane...it feels so good in you."
"Yes, baby, in me, *in* me!...I never thought I'd be this
good ..oh...I want it to last, I'm...I'm trying to wait but
you feel so...you're making me cum...you want to stop, hon?
Huh? You want to stop and rest so you can feel it longer?"
"No. I don't want to stop."
"Oh baby..."
"I want you to cum."
"So sweet you want me to cum...I didn't think it would be
like this I didn't think you'd make me cum so soon..." Her
eyes widened, startled, and her chant grew more urgent,
then frenzied. "Oh hon I'm...oh it's gonna be so
good!...it's gonna be so good! it's GonnaBeSoGood...!"
As I continued her eyes lost focus. She appeared to see
nothing at all, though she stared directly at me. Her eyes
fluttered and closed, her head swooned back and to one
side, one hand came up to her lips. She could no longer
speak-- -and neither could I. I had not moved on her very
long before her trembling began, and then the stiffening.
This time she seemed totally lost, afraid but unable to do
anything about it except to keep doing it. Her motions and
reactions seemed different, as if she had suddenly and
somehow lost all control and had turned her body and cunt
and destiny entirely over to me. I saw her lie below me
and totally abandon herself to what I would or wouldn't do.
She lay utterly helpless. She moved little, but her
movements were centered in a very small area from her upper
thighs to her navel, and she seemed to have somehow found a
way to hold her cunt poised at the exact height and angle
for my dick to slide snugly in her exactly the way she
wanted, with her swollen clit barely brushing my shaft--
either she planned it precisely so, or I had precisely
found the very spot and the very motions she precisely
wanted, or else it just happened that way because
everything we did when we were naked somehow and
unavoidably happened that way. Her cunt sucked exactly at
the center of my tip and her hips subtly rotated her clit
precisely along the ridge of my cock that rode and fit
exactly in her crease as we firmly and silently locked and
ground our bellies together.
Then she stiffened terribly, trembled, stiffened and lifted
her hips a bare inch off the bed, trembled and whimpered,
and then stiffened for one last, prolonged period. I knew
then that she was in a different world. If I didn't yet
know what an orgasm was, I had the perfect example lying
under me, sucking pleasure from my cock with a quiet
madness from an unseen place inside her. The totality of
her surrender and the sight of her elegant neck stretched
back as if in sweet death filled me with the knowledge of
that ecstasy which only a complete surrender to lust could
achieve. Without thinking I settled deeply into her and,
feeling her clit nudging the edge of my shaft, I ground my
hips into her in slow, rhythmic circles, which her cunt
returned in exactly the opposite direction at exactly the
same time, and I clenched my young teeth at the insane
tickle of her inner muscles rolling around my glans and the
oily sucking ring of her outer lips caressing me near the
root of my cock, and I knew by the tension in her cunt and
in her thighs on either side of me that she was more deeply
immersed in pleasure than she had ever been. She remained
like that for what seemed to be a large portion of eternity
as I grunted above her in my first conscious wallowing in
the pure animalistic pleasure of what I was doing to her.
The whole time she came, I looked down at her. I have
never forgotten the sight of her below me in the moonlight
as I hovered on my elbows and for the first time used my
penis, my cock, my dick to make her cum.
It all happened so quickly. I didn't yet know all the
implications of the word that described what we were doing
(she would get to that later, in her own inimitable way).
My entry and our screwing and her cumming seemed to have
happened by accident, an accident that overtook us
completely and swiftly and absolutely. She had cum so
quickly and deeply that we both lay stone quiet for a while
as if stunned.
Afterwards she said, "You and I certainly are full of
surprises, aren't we, hon?" She leaned over me. "You gave
me so much pleasure, I...How do you know just what do? Oh
my, I can't even think straight."
Once again she tried masturbating me. I enjoyed it, and
she did get another buzz of some kind out of me a second
time. I told her not to worry, that whatever I felt it was
really a very good and wickedly satisfying sensation. Then
we had to dress.
She left that night as if in a daze.
And I slept like a sack of bones in the moonlight falling
on the part of the bed where I had experienced the
unbelievable thrill of entering her secret core and probing
the very source of her with my cock. In the morning my
flesh remembered her and it seemed her wetness still clung
to me, I could feel her on my cock for days. And if memory
serves me correctly I still cannot say, after all these
years, whether I wandered all day in a dream, or in shock,
or both.
Continued...
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