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Subject: "The Adventures of Me and Martha Jane" Part 3E
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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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