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Subject: story: "The Adventures of Me and Martha Jane" (bf mF mF+) Part 5E
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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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