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Apertures Older Women & Younger Men

5/9/2006

My name is Sullivan Lee and shortly after I turned eighteen
I became a
man. Becoming a man had nothing to do with my age - that was
just
coincidence. It could have happened when I was younger
or when I was
older. It just so happened that when I became a man I'd
just turned
eighteen.


At the time I'd been working at O'Grady's
garage, the only garage in our
small town of Two Creeks, for near on three years. I was a
mechanic.
Floyd O'Grady owned the garage where I worked and after
who the garage
was called. Some people thought the garage should have
been called the
Two Creeks garage after our town, to be civic like. But Floyd,
the
only adult I ever called by their first name, said O'Grady's
sounded
just fine.


Floyd and I didn't talk much and that suited me good.
Since if he
wasn't talking to me that must've meant I wasn't
doing nothing wrong.
I didn't know much about him and almost never saw him
outside the
garage. Which was no mean thing in a town as small as ours.
In three
years we'd never mentioned anything but cars to each
other.


It was just me and Floyd fixing the cars and pumping the gas.
Mrs. Shaw
came in every Friday to do the books. Sometimes on a Monday
as well if
she hadn't finished what she was doing the Friday before.
Floyd always
said that Mrs. Shaw was a lifesaver since he'd never
had no head for
figures. Later I thought about that and laughed to myself
since I
couldn't imagine Mrs. Shaw jumping in our creek to
save no one.


Mrs. Shaw was married to Mr. Shaw the town councilor. Mr.
Shaw and his
wife were proper people. Attended church on Sundays and
were always
dressed in their best. Mrs. Shaw was a fine woman and Mr.
Shaw was a
fine man. That's what people said and I saw no reason
to disagree.
They were the kind of people you called Sir and Mam even when
you were
older, like my Ma and Da always done.


Mrs. Shaw was right kind to me at work. She was what I reckoned
our
Reverend would have termed a charitable person. Always
asked me how I
was and how my mother was and how I was enjoying my work. I
didn't
like work, never had and never would, although I was always
careful not
to let on to nobody about it. There was nothing much that
could be
done about not liking some things. It was just feelings
you put away
and didn't think about much after you had em.


Ma only worked at the local guest house part-time, and she'd
needed
wages from me since the time my Da left when I was fifteen
- left this
earth that is. That's what Ma always said at the time
and afterwards -
'Your Da's left this earth'. I knew at the
time it wasn't true because
there was no where else to go and nothing I'd learned
since had changed
my mind. I didn't know where he'd gone but it was
to no place else.
Of that I was sure. I thought that people thinking there
was somewhere
else to go after you was gone was a product of fear. And I thought

that fear was just something you had to learn to live with.
It didn't
matter much since without Da's wages Ma couldn't
pay the rent so
something had to be done. The only job going was at the garage.
So I
left school and worked there. And I never complained about
it. Didn't
really seem reason enough to in the end.


Ma and I lived together on the same street as Mr. and Mrs.
Shaw tho' no
two houses could have been more unlike. Ma always told me
to be polite
to Mrs. Shaw since she deserved it - always having been kind
to my Ma
and because Ma said Mrs. Shaw never being able to have kids
must have
made her broken-hearted. Ma knew about things better than
I did. So I
was always polite to Mrs. Shaw.


I was thinking about what my Ma had said one Friday afternoon
when Mrs.
Shaw came up to me after work and asked me whether I'd
mind coming
around the next day to fix her back tree for her. Apparently
it had
some dead branches on its trunk that one day might fall on
her or Mr.
Shaw's head. It wasn't such a funny request since
I'd done such like
for Mrs. Shaw over the years. If I hadn't been doing
that I'd just
have been penciling away somewhere on my own.


That's what I did mostly when I didn't work - draw.
Drawing kept my
head straight. I didn't have no one I'd call a friend.
So I had to
find something to do on my own and drawing seemed just the
thing. I
had a mind for it to. Just like Floyd had a mind for fixing
cars and Mrs. Shaw for numbers.


I walked home on that Friday as usual, thinking how strange
that fixing
cars never seemed to pay enough to have one. When I got home
I found I
didn't have my key with me and that Ma had already left
for work. It
was only early and she wouldn't get home til later.



So there was nothing much to do for it but sit there outside
the house.
There was no use breaking a window just so I could sit inside
and there
was no place else to go. When you couldn't do nothing
else you just
did what could be done.


I'd barely sat down before Mrs. Shaw came past.


'Lovely evening isn't Sullivan, ' she said.



'Yes Mam it is.'

'A nice evening to be passing the time outside, '
she said as she lifted
her head to look at the sky.


'It is Mrs. Shaw, and that's lucky for me, since
I've got no choice in
the matter right now.'

'Why's that Sullivan?'

'I'm locked out Mam. I forgot to take my key with
me this morning and
Ma's away at work now. Which means I don't have
no choice but to be
sitting out here. And that's no bad thing as you said.
Since being
out here is alright on a night like tonight.' I said
it like those was
the facts and I was happy with the facts the way they were.



'I suppose you have not had any dinner, ' Mrs.
Shaw said then with
sympathy in her voice.


'No Mam. But there's bound to be tea inside for
me and it won't get any
colder now.'

'Well Mr. Shaw's away at the moment. Why don't
you join me for
something to eat?'

'That doesn't sound right Mam, you going to that
trouble. I can wait.
Seems right since I was the one who forgot my key.'


'But you can't sit out here on this porch all night.
What would your
mother think if I'd not invited you in? You might catch
cold.'

It seemed there was no shaking Mrs. Shaw off.


'Mam that's very kind of you. I could do with wetting
my whistle some.
And it seems it wouldn't be putting you to too much trouble
if I just
had a cup of coffee.' A man's job in life was to create
as little
trouble for others as was possible I thought.


'No Sullivan it wouldn't be any trouble at all.'


I'd never seen inside Mr. and Mrs. Shaw's house,
although I'd seen it
near on every day of my life. Never seen what was behind the
white
front door with its black border and its fancy knocker.
Plenty of
people speculated mind. I knew that those who did hadn't
never been
there though. That's another thing that Ma taught
me. Those who said
things about people didn't really know things about
em because if they
did know things they wouldn't say em. She said those
who said things
about people were really in the end saying things about
themselves,
especially when they was saying things you shouldn't
say about nobody.


There was nothing much to tell about the inside of Mr. and
Mrs. Shaw's
house. Nothing much that I could see anyway. Not that I saw
all of it
mind. In what Mrs. Shaw called the sitting room - the place
where she
told me to go while she was making the coffee - there was nothing
much
that seemed worth mentioning to others. It was different
that was true
and I'd never seen the like of it before but that didn't
mean it was
worth telling no one about. Plenty of things that I'd
never seen
before that it weren't worth wasting breath on. The
sitting room had a
low table in front of a set of matching double chairs. There
was
magazines on the table, pictures on the walls and a cabinet
in the
corner with all sorts of things in it - cups and glasses and
plates.
No. I'd never seen the like of it. But I'd never
seen the like of
much.


It was only after I'd been sat down on the sofa for a little
- staring
up a picture of horses with real long bodies and thin men
sitting atop
them - that I realized I probably shouldn't be sitting
here in the
clothes I had on. True I'd changed out of my greasy overalls
at the
garage and put back on the clothes I came to work in each day.
Still
didn't seem right to be sitting on such a lovely soft
thing with my old
pants on. Not that I had any other pants mind.


When Mrs. Shaw came back in the room with the coffee I was
standing in
front of the seat she'd told me to sit in. Standing there
like I was
out of place. Which I was. I didn't no what to do with
my hands or my
legs - I didn't want to stand still since that might
mean I'd leave a
sure print on Mrs. Shaw's spongy carpet but not wanting
to move around
just in case I spread the dirt all over. In the end I just stood
there
not knowing what to do. Stock still like, with my mind racing
in
indecision like a moth round a light.


'How rude of me Sullivan. I should have shown you the
way to the
bathroom so you could wash up.' Mrs. Shaw quickly put
down the tray
with the coffee on it and walked out of the room talking all
the while.




'It's through this way Sullivan. Just follow
after me.'

I did. I followed even though my legs didn't feel like
going nowhere.


I made the most of me that could be done with some soap and
a tap and
then returned to the sitting room. Mrs. Shaw had just poured
the
coffee.


'Sit Sullivan. Sit. We'll have a talk and a cup
of coffee.'

Just like everything else that Mrs. Shaw asked me to do -
I did.
Through the first cup of coffee we talked about work and
about my Ma
and about the town where we lived. It was what was called
conversation
that we had. Everyday things but said in such a way that wasn't
so
much everyday as forced a bit. That's what I reckon
conversation was.
Things you wouldn't normally say about things that
happened everyday in
a way you didn't ever say them.


Mrs. Shaw looked at me the whole time. That was another thing
about
conversation. Folks looked at you while they talked. That's
why me
and Floyd never had conversation. He was mostly under cars
or over
bonnets with his head among carburetors and head gaskets
when he spoke
to me. As I was thinking the like and answering whatever
it was Mrs.
Shaw asked me - 'Yes, Mam, my Ma is fine' and 'Yes,
Mam work is fine' -
she asked me a question that no one had ever asked me before.



'Do you have a sweetheart Sullivan?' Mrs. Shaw
said it in just the way
she'd asked me whether I wanted another cup of coffee
- I'd said no
since one seemed enough trouble and two too much.


'No I reckon not Mrs. Shaw. No I don't have a sweetheart
and I've never
had one neither. There's not much places.....'.



With no warning Mrs. Shaw got up from the sofa opposite me
before I'd
had a chance to finish. Maybe I'd said something wrong.
She just
stood there. I almost got up to go.


'Sullivan have you ever seen a woman. I mean seen a woman
without her
clothes on, ' she said looking straight at me.


I didn't know the right thing to say to that. I had seen
pictures of
women without any clothes on before of course. Addy Fitzsimmons
had
given me a magazine the year before I left school with pictures
of
women without their clothes on. Not that Addy was any friend
of mine
mind. I'd taken them all the same but I'd thrown
them away on the walk
home from school. I couldn't fix on the idea of having
them in the
house what with Ma being there. I'd remembered those
pictures though.
Seen them in my mind times and times since. Before I could
answer Mrs.
Shaw said:


'Would you like to see me without any clothes on Sullivan?



I didn't know anything else to say but the truth.


'Yes Mrs. Shaw I would.' I didn't say it out
loud of course. I just
sat there mute. I was too mixed up in my mind to say I felt something

but I thought I did feel that. Thought I'd felt that
before. Seeing
her sat in her desk at the garage or seen her in her backyard
when
there was a job to be done. I'd felt that before even
if no feelings
were clear to me.


When she started to unbutton her blouse I felt a bolt of lightning
go
through me. But it was a good bolt. Not one that left you without
any
feeling at all. It went straight to my quick that feeling.
Faster
than any feeling I'd had before. I moved in my seat.



Mrs. Shaw continued to unbutton her blouse all the way down
- at times
looking at me and at times looking at her hands doing the
unbuttoning.
That look she gave - up and down and at me and then at her hands
- that
look sent shivers down my back. Shivers that didn't
stop there but
went right on down below before they went out my feet. More
shivers
followed from where they came until I couldn't tell
when one started
and when one went.


'It's alright to look Sullivan. I want you to look.'


I did too although it didn't seem it was me who was doing
it. I looked
as she took off her blouse and I looked and saw her undershirt.
It was
like no undershirt I'd wore or ever seen worn. And I
looked as she
took off her skirt and I looked and saw her underskirt. It
looked
fine. Too fine to touch. She undressed in a way I didn't
undress. It
seemed practiced and deliberate. Like at times I'd
looked at my own
reflection in a mirror and done something I wouldn't
normally do.


Mrs. Shaw took off her underskirt and undershirt and left
them on the
ground next to the rest of her clothes. She was now standing
in front
of me with just a bra on and her underwear. Though she had
stockings
on too. That wasn't a detail I'd likely forget.
She was still looking
at me but didn't stop undressing while she was doing
it. She was
smiling too. A nice smile but not the sort of smile you gave
when you
said hello to someone you knew in the street.


Her right foot was on the table now and she was rolling her
stocking off
down her leg. She did the same with the other. All that was
left
between her nude and me was her bra and her underwear. Shivers
and
bolts still came. They came harder and stronger with each
thing she
took off.


'I'm going to turn around now Sullivan.'


As she turned around she said, 'Do you like watching
me doing this
Sullivan? Do you like seeing me like this?'

Those shivers had my tongue and those bolts had shot my mouth
shut.


Mrs. Shaw put her hands up behind her back to reach for the
clip of her
bra. The way she unclipped that bra will remain with me.
I watched
her put her arms forward and drop the hoops of her bra down
the length
of her arms. As she did that I could spy what came out the side
of her
chest.


And then Mrs. Shaw slowly took down her underwear.


She first lowered the back and then the front. Lowered them
like that
until I could see her naked and then she bent over to take
them all the
way off. As she did so her crack closed up tight and I could
see the
pink that was between her legs. That shaft of pink that stood
out
against the paleness of her thighs as her panties dropped
to the floor.
She rose up to stand out of her panties and the pink between
her legs
disappeared.


'You want me to turn around don't you? Tell me you
want me to? Tell me
what you want to see? Be honest Sullivan. Say the things
that you
want to see?' Even though she was talking with her back
to me, there
was a closeness and a vastness in her voice that I'd
not heard spoken
before.


Honesty was the only thing that came at the moment she said
those things
to me. I told her I wanted her to turn around so I could see
her. I
told her straight that I wanted to see the things that she
normally hid
behind her clothes. To see those things that normally jutted
out from
a woman's chest. Those things that you knew were there
behind her
blouse but that you weren't allowed to see or speak
of. I wanted to
see the flatness uncovered that was normally covered by
her skirt and
to see that flatness linked with her legs from top to bottom
and I
wanted to see how all those things joined up together. I'd
never
expressed nothing like that before. I'd thought but
not spoken those
things I said to Mrs. Shaw as she stood before me. Her back
to me. As
I said those things my eyes were fixed fast on her, roving
- that was a
word I'd heard used before that seemed to fit the movement
of my eyes -
across her nakedness from behind - fixed on her but within
her limits
roving all over.


'Sullivan do you want to see my tits and my bush?


No words I'd heard a woman said is what she said to me.
She asked me to
say those words to her. She asked me to say exactly what it
was I
wanted to see of her. So I said them. Automatically. Cause
and
effect. Just like when you put your foot down on the pedal
and the car
goes forward.


'I want to see your....'

Mind it wasn't me who said those words right then. Someone
else was
seeing Mrs. Shaw and saying those things to her. Someone
I didn't know
that well. Someone who'd not often before seen through
my eyes and
spoken through my mouth.


She turned around and I could see her front on. I would have
liked to
have drawn that. Her muscles flexed to turn but not yet turning.
The
viewer able to only imagine what might confront him had
the drawer
decided to capture the moment he drew only seconds later.



As she stood before me she smiled and asked whether I liked
what I saw.
I saw her all, front on. I saw what came out from her, those
things
rounded but flat and spread out across her chest like saucers
come to
three dimensional life. In the middle of those full-bodied
saucers
were two hard dark spots jutting out like bolts. She was
shaped like
the bell of our church. She was shaped in a way that made you
want to
stand before her and rub your hands down her outline. With
your thumbs
spread out to catch the bumps on the way.


From her middle her body moved out and downwards to the top
of her legs.
Cool and smooth - that's the way I would have described
them. And if
you looked downwards from her belly button you came to a
sweet bush of
hair. Unlike any hair I'd seen before it seemed almost
tender. It
abruptly gave way to lips turned on their side that almost
hid a
pinkness of a kind I'd not seen before. It was a pinkness
that gave
off light inwardly. The light traveling backward into
the darkness of
her.


Looking back now I know that I couldn't paint what I
saw in that moment.
I couldn't capture the lights and the shades of her.
The humps and
bumps of the landscape of her body. Not if I tried could I
make its
likeness appear on paper. I could have drawn the basics.
Her hair -
dark, wavy, like the ribbons that hung outside our general
store,
trailing upwards at her shoulders. I could have drawn the
shapes but I
couldn't have painted what I saw in her eyes when they
looked on and
through me. I couldn't have captured what I saw as her
beauty. And I
couldn't have drawn what she made me feel. What she
made me feel in
the pit of my stomach and downwards from there.


Still smiling she moved around to my side of the table which
separated
us and took my hand. Without saying a word she led me through
the
house to what was her bedroom - the one where she and Mr. Shaw
lay down
of an evening.


When she'd led me there she let go my hand and began to
undress me.
Removing my clothes one by one. Still she didn't speak.
It was as if
I was asleep standing up. Except as a dead weight I didn't
resist any
of her moves. I let her take off my shirt and undershirt and
I let her
undo the buckle on my belt and I lifted each leg as she drew
down my
pants and although I inwardly and outwardly trembled as
she removed my
under shorts I let her take them off to. She could see the
way I felt.
I wanted to place my hands over my nakedness but she'd
already drawn
them away from my side. Holding both of my hands she took
me over to
the bed. She let go and got onto the bed, motioning me with
her right
hand to lie down next to her.


Before I might have imagined Mrs. Shaw as a bad woman for
what happened
next. She was married after all. My Ma wouldn't have
done the like
and she was the measure of all women as far as I was concerned.
And I
would have imagined me as a bad person too for doing what
I did.
Adulterer was about the worse kind of a person a person could
be in our
town and I was about to commit it with someone. In fact so
bad were
they that I'd never known one. Just like I'd never
known no murderers.
They was people you heard other folks talking about not
people you
knew. Seemed that way to me anyway.


I didn't know much about right or wrong in theory. I
knew that this in
theory was wrong.


I trembled as I sat up next to her on the bed. My back rested
against
the pillows. My legs lay straight out before me. How I felt
down
there obvious to anyone who could see. At that moment a strange

thought came into mind without warning as strange thoughts
always do.
The thought wasn't brought on by the lazy bark-like
cry of crows
outside Mrs. Shaw's windows or by the breeze that bustled
its way
through the trees in her yard. They was normal sounds. Sounds
I'd
heard and not taken notice of a million times before. No.
What came
upon my mind at that moment came from nowhere outside me.
It came from
down inside. The thought struck across my mind like a blow
leaving my
breath irregular. In fact it wasn't exactly a thought
but a pulse.
That pulse told me something about experience - that experience
was
something you made up after the fact because at that time
you had no
mind of what was going on. You were just being and it was only
later
that you thought that moment meant anything. At that time
I was
suspended outside of myself so that no words could be framed
to explain
what happened. That was the pulse. It was being outside
your own mind
with only the words you made up later to explain it.


I rested awkwardly down onto the pillow and turned to meet
Mrs. Shaw's
gaze which I felt even though I wasn't looking at it.
She was smiling
at me.


Still she didn't speak even though her hands were now
upon me moving up
through the tufts of hair on my chest and around my nipples
which were
stuck out like it was cold. Bumps appeared on my arm as her
hand
circled around my chest in long sweeps such that the arc
of her circle
ended up below my belly button.


'Do you like that Sullivan?' she said then breaking
the silence.


I didn't really know what I felt to answer but I answered
that I did. I
was thinking about nothing at all and that was the moment
- when my
mind had been emptied of everything that normally cluttered
it - that
something else happened to me. I began to move and to act
as though I
knew what I wanted. As though this was as natural to me as
walking and
talking.


I moved onto my side and I began to touch her. To stroke her
stomach,
trace around the outline of the bones at the bottom of her
neck and
around her nipples and around the under side of her breasts
and up to
her shoulders and down to her wrists. I felt her tense.


'Suck them.'

Soft groans escaped her lips as my tongue circled her nipple
and then my
lips pressed down to embrace it. Softly I sucked on it. My
right arm
holding me up, my left hand of its own volition played with
her other
breast squeezing it lightly and then with more vigour.
Harder groans
escaped her lips. I bit down on her.


All of a sudden I felt myself against her leg. The sensitive
edge of my
smooth cock rubbing up and down her thigh. Her hand held
me.
Positioned me against her.


My lips had left off her nipple, and were now approaching
her neck, my
tongue licking over the bones at the top of her chest, and
then up and
over her shoulders. My cock brushed over her bush.


I clutched at her tongue with my tongue, let my tongue swim
in her
mouth, before my lips bit her top lip, my hands running down
over her
cheeks and through her hair. I was on top of her and my cock
was
running above her stomach.


Sullivan...'. Sullivan...'. She said breathily
at those moments when my
tongue withdrew from her mouth. 'Sullivan, I want
you to touch me.'

I fell beside her. I met her eyes as they motioned downwards,
towards
her bush.


'Just with your finger. Just lightly. Softly.'


I spread my fingers through her bush. Then she took my drawing
finger
and placed it on a pink nub that stood erect at the top of her
slit.
She let go my hand and like I was drawing softly I brushed
my finger
across and around that spot for her. Softly. Like I held
my pencil
when I was shading lightly. I caressed rather than pushed.
With every
touch I could feel her jerk up slightly off the bed and take
a breath
in. Mrs. Shaw had grabbed my other hand and was sucking on
my fingers,
with my mouth I sucked again on her nipple. We both sucked
each other.
All the time my hard cock was pressed against her thigh.



Eventually Mrs. Shaw finished off sucking on my fingers.
And then she
asked me to suck her where I'd been touching her. She
lifted her legs
up and opened herself up. I put myself in front of her and
she put her
legs around my body as I sucked up and down her slit and over
the
scarlet nub that was hard. I licked inside her and sucked
on her nub
and kissed the lips of her slit. Then I felt her legs contract
up and
heard her shout with pleasure. She said a word that was never
allowed
in Ma's house. As her legs released their grip on me
I licked up her
wetness before she took my head and sat up and kissed me,
her taste
still fresh on my lips.


She let go of kissing me. It was a hard kiss. She pushed me
against
the pillow and began to jerk me off with her hand. Her lips
rushed
over and swallowed my cock. Took it deep within her. She
sucked down
hard on it, before lifting her mouth off while she jerked
me in her
hand. It wasn't long before I had exploded in her mouth.



I lost control. My knees came together, my stomach clenched
up, and my
hands pushed down hard on Mrs. Shaw's head. When I'd
finished emptying
myself in her mouth I lifted her head off me. Some of me was
escaping
at the sides of her mouth. I wiped it with my finger, making
sure to
catch it by curling it around as I cleaned. She took my hand,
with the
finger still pointing out, and moved it toward her mouth.
With just
her tongue out she licked my finger.


We rested after that. She laid her head on my chest and I felt
a
feeling of sweetness. And then she began to say things to
me.


She told me she had watched me for a long time and she said
how she had
seen me grown up into a good man and how she had seen both strength
and
sadness in my eyes and she told me that she watched me at work
and
liked how I was. She told me she had noticed my body and that
she had
wanted to touch and feel my arms for herself and she told
me that she
had eventually desired me and then that she wanted me.


She said that what she felt for me was pure even if most people
thought
it wasn't. And she told me that her husband was a good
man but that a
woman didn't always want a good man in her bed. She told
me that a
woman needed sometimes to have something more than a good
man and that
it wasn't always nice and that was the way it was and
that a woman
wanted things she couldn't have most of all and that
she wanted those
things in her bed sometimes no matter what the consequences
might be.


All the time she said these things to me she had her head turned
to me
as I lied there looking straight ahead listening to her.
Her hand was
running softly down my belly all the time and I found that
I couldn't
disagree with anything she said when she was doing that
with her hand
to me.


Eventually she stopped talking and smiled at me and kissed
me.


She went to the end of the bed and she knelt in front of me backwards.

She spread her legs a little wider and she asked me to lick
her. She
shifted back a little so her back view was right in front
of my face.
I moved onto my knees and pushed her forward. And I put my
hands on
each of her thighs and began to lick her between her legs.
To lick her
pinkness, being careful to lick softly over and around
her scarlet node
which was so sensitive to the touch of my tongue.


'Not there ... Sullivan. Lick me in the other place.'


She told me with her hips where she wanted me to lick her and
kiss her.
She spread her legs a little wider and I began to kiss her
in that
place in the middle of her cheeks. I licked up the length
of her crack
and she moaned. I put my nose against her and thrust my tongue
in her
as far as it would go. I could barely breathe. She made sounds
I'd
heard no woman make before.


Then she put her face into the bed and moved her arms around
and opened
her cheeks up as far as they would go. I then searched into
her deeper
with my tongue. I licked her. I kissed her. And I thrust my
tongue
into her. Into that place where she wanted my tongue most
to go.


Eventually she turned around as though my doing that was
causing her too
much pain. She shoved me back onto my back. She put one of
her legs
on each side of me and began to kiss me on the lips. She was
rough at
first and then soft and then rough again.


As she kissed me, Mrs. Shaw rubbed her slit up and down and
over my
cock, making it hard and letting me feel in the most intimate
way how
wet my licking and sucking had made her. She continued to
suck my face
with her lips, making her tongue almost strangle my tongue.
She slid
herself over the rim of my cock, making sure its most sensitive
part
came into contact with her scarlet node which only minutes
before I had
mistakenly sucked.


Then I slipped into her, as if by accident. My cock fell upward
through
the flaps of her slit. As my cock pushed past up her slit it
opened up
into a pool of wetness that enveloped and swallowed it.



In the beginning she bucked up and down on top of me, letting
her
breasts fly into my face. The short-breathed noises she
made came from
deep within. She banged down violently on me and she slapped
down
against the top of my thighs and her legs gripped the side
of my torso
and her breasts danced up and down over her chest without
sense of
rhythm and her hands pushed down hard against my shoulders
and her face
was screwed up and red with exertion and her hair fell down
loosely
almost touching my face.


She made noises as she did that, like the sound a plane made
when it
crashed to the ground.


All the time, harder and harder, she pushed down on me. With
each push
she groaned louder, until she just said one word over and
over.


Eventually I pushed against her, thrusting myself up into
her as she
pushed down on me. She leaned closer down toward me, letting
her hard
nipples brush against my chest. I lifted my hands up, pushing
her back
upwards, so I could rub them and feel them.


I pushed against her as hard as I could. She gripped and let
herself
fall down over me. Her hand fell down to her bush and she began
to
touch herself. She left her hand still and let her body move
and up
down. She kept on crashing down on me until I thought I might
break
her.


And then I finished. She slumped down on me and I feel out
of her.


She moved down me and took my cock in her mouth. Licked me
and sucked
me.


We lay there together. Against each other but not talking
for a time.
Then I got up and she dressed me.


As I left I said thank you.


The next day I felled her tree for her.

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