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Subject: Incest story: "The Adventures of Me and Martha Jane" Ch.3E
Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2005 09:07:17 -0700
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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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