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11/5/2013

Mary was a tall willowy blonde. John couldn't figure
out really what willowy was supposed to mean but he figured
if anyone met that description it had to be Mary. Her hair
was a subtle tone of blonde, not really blonde more like
a really light brown, almost. She had eyes that John found
himself drawn to, wanting them to focus on him regularly,
they watched him with a deeper concentration than he had
ever experienced before.



Mary was also twice John's age, and his mother's
closest friend. His father had passed away when John was
12 so John was regularly in Mary's company throughout
his youth. John had spent countless nights listening to
his mother and Mary talking in the kitchen. Mary had been
married to a drunk and had left him five years before. John
had a fervent dislike for Mary's husband even though
he rarely saw him.


John had graduated from high school two years before and
he knew his mother was struggling to help him meet his college
costs. John did what he could, had a part time job that took
most of his free time. He had friends in school and had a girlfriend
or two during school. Nothing serious just someone to pass
the time with.


John was typically quiet, commonly described as shy. The
truth was John didn't really care. He liked spending
time with people but he didn't suffer stupidity well.
He had a quick wit with a dry sense of humor that some found
offensive until they got to know him well and started to
understand his humor. The problem was John didn't
let many get to know him well.


Not what one would call a hunk, but John had a masculinity
about him that seemed to attract women. He was rarely described
as "in pursuit" but more often described as
in flight from. His sexual experience suffered from his
lack of free time. He had had several quick sessions with
a couple of his girlfriends but they were mainly unsatisfactory.
It's difficult to truly experience all that sex has
to offer while trying to calm the cramp in the leg that keeps
banging on the gearshift between the seats, or truly enjoy
the throws of orgasm while realizing your foot is stuck
in the steering wheel, knowing that if you move your leg
the only way you can to get it out, the horn will sound.


And then there was Mary. Willowy, she had to be the definition
of willowy he thought as he looked out of the second floor
window at her lounging in the pool lounger in the back yard
below. She lived a few blocks away but seemed to spend most
of her time with John and his mom. It was normal for Mary to
spend time with John alone while his mom did the shopping.






His eyes followed the curve of her neckline as her shoulders
rose up to meet the long thin neck. Her head laid back as if
responding to his visual caress. His eyes traveled down
and watched as her skin disappeared into the T shirt she
had on. She had nice breasts that seemed to be more round
than most of the girls he had dated. He wondered if it was
the fact that Mary rarely wore a bra and his past girlfriends
never went without. His guess was that she was a C cup. Definitely
more than his last girlfriend but definitely not a D cup.
"What a fucking bizarre way to judge a breast"
he thought. Her nipples were erect he noticed, poking against
the fabric of her shirt. "I love that look" John
thought. Her nipples kept the fabric mostly away from her
breasts unless she leaned back, two hard points that moved
under her shirt. He always had a difficult time not letting
her know that he was watching.


"I don't see him that way" Mary was explaining
to John's mom, Maureen. "I mean he's a nice
guy and all but I'm not interested in him that way".
Mary seemed so innocent, even more so than some of the girls
he had dated in the past few years. He wondered how a 40 year
old microbiologist could seem so naïve.


"Mary, when's the last time you saw a man in 'that
way'" Maureen asked making the quotation marks
in the air while she talked.


"Oh I don't know, it's been a while I suppose."



"Mary, it's been at least since Bob left, probably
a year or two before that hasn't it?"


"Maureen! That's mean... true, but mean!"
Mary said with a hint of a giggle in her voice that John absolutely
loved to hear.


"Don't you miss it? I mean I miss it a lot..."
Maureen said with a far away tone of voice and John realized
that his mom was talking about sex. He was fascinated to
learn that his mom and Mary talked about such things. He
figured that his mom was an attractive woman and dated occasionally,
she had to have sex from time to time but he never really thought
about her in that light. Matter of fact he never really imagined
Mary having sex... until right then.


Images began to flash through his mind of what Mary must
look like having an orgasm. Head back, that thin long neck
tense as waves of pleasure flowed through her body. Her
long thin legs tensing rhythmically. He wondered what
she looked like without clothes. Wondered if she kept herself
trimmed, or shaven or wildly untrimmed. He realized that
he wanted the woman he called aunt Mary more than any other
woman he'd ever met.


"Sure I miss it..." was Mary's response,
"but I just haven't found the right guy yet, I
guess" she ended lamely.


"There are times that I just have to have it, I mean
don't you get nuts some times? You know where it doesn't
really matter who, it only matters what?"


"Yeah I get crazy sometimes but I take of it myself..."



An incredible image of Mary laying naked on her bed with
her hands buried between her legs made John's cock
tingle like mad. He was rock hard in his shorts and found
that his hand was gripping his member. The tingles increased
as his hand began gently stroking up and down his length.
He wondered what Mary thought about as she massaged her
clit, her lips spreading her legs spread wide as she climbed
to her peak. He knew he was getting close as his hand sped
up.


The conversation below had faded from his attention as
his orgasm approached. Mary stood up to walk in the house
and he watched as she walked around the pool. As his tingles
reached their crescendo and his testicles tightened and
began to send his seed up his length he was watching her long
legs, and the point where they joined as she walked. He struggled
not to make a noise but a slight groan just managed to slip
out. Mary looked up at his window but kept walking as John
bent down with the rhythmical contractions with each jet
of pearly white cum as it shot and splashed into his hand
and floor in front of him.


He scrambled to clean himself up as he heard Mary rooting
around in the kitchen. With the passing of the tingles came
reality. "Right! Like I'll ever have a chance
at that!" John thought to himself. "This is
my Aunt Mary, I mean I wish she was mine but she's still
Mary." He resigned himself to lusting for her from
afar as he changed into his clothes and prepared to go to
his part time job.


"Hey John! How are you?" Mary asked as he walked
into the kitchen. He hoped she wouldn't see the blush
as he thought about the past ten minutes.


"Doing well Aunt Mary. Heading to work."


"Have fun!" She said and John melted into her
eyes once again.


John walked out the back door. "Going to work Mom"



"Ok John, I'll be out late tonight so I'll
see you when I get home."


"I was thinking of having a couple of friends over
after work to swim in the pool tonight if that's ok with
you. Mary you're welcome if you wanna take a dip with
us tonight."


Mary laughed and said "thanks John but your mom's
set me up with a double date tonight."


John had an image flash in his mind of the potential outfits
Mary would wear on a date. Would she wear a bra? Would she
wear one of her tighter shirts? John really wished she would
get dressed like that for him. Just so he could watch her,
touching her was too much to think about.


The sun had set by the time that John had finished work. He
and his friends were laying by the pool after a refreshing
dip. John was laying back on the pool lounger watching the
two girls talk. He liked Amber. She had a ready smile and
was reasonably intelligent, a little heavier than he typically
liked his women but she had nice breasts. He particularly
liked her hands. Long slender fingers, small knuckles,
nails that were long but not too long, and she was wearing
one of those thumb rings. Just a simple silver band, he never
knew why he liked them, he just did. The only problem with
Amber was that she was enamored with Bob. While she and Sally
kept talking they would sneak subtle glances at Bob as he
swam the extra lap.


Bob pulled himself from the water and walked over to where
John was laying on the chair. "hey John, I'd really
like to have some fun with Amber if you know what I mean..."
followed by that hefty laugh that John hated.


"What do you want me to do with Sally?" John asked.






"Have some fun!" and Bob winked with that conspiratorial
smirk.


"Nah, not really my style... but if you can get rid
of her I'll go upstairs and leave the two of you to it."



"Cool! I work it out" was Bob's macho response.
Bob was a friend but sometimes John really hated the way
he treated women. He was great when it was just the guys but
add a woman or two to the mix and Bob was a... well... a dick
I guess.


About an hour later and an almost insufferable amount of
bullshit small talk later John lay back with his eyes barely
open. Sally gave John a perfect opening when she said "I'm
cold... anyone want to go inside and watch TV?" John
knew all he had to say was "Sure" and he and Sally
had a pretty good chance of at least messing around a little.
Problem was, John just wasn't interested.


"I think I'm just going to go upstairs and crash...
early morning tomorrow."


"Well I think I'll just go home then, Amber, are
you coming?"


"No I think I'll stay awhile."


And John walked Sally to the door. As they stood at the door
saying the usual goodbye stuff, "thanks for coming
over" "Thanks for having me" Sally looked
so sad that John leaned over and kissed her softly. He intended
to kiss her on the cheek but she turned at the last moment
and their lips touched. It was a really tender kiss, soft,
lips slightly parted which left Sally breathless.


"uhhh maybe, ummm next time..." Sally said
lamely.


"Yeah I'd like that" John responded just
as lamely.


She turned and walked down the sidewalk into the darkness.
John walked upstairs and as he glanced out to the patio through
the sliding glass doors of the kitchen, noticed that Bob
and Amber were deep into a kiss, Bob's hand sliding
up Amber's stomach. John just smiled and shook his
head as he continued to walk upstairs.


Lying on his bed, with his window open he heard a gentle moan.
He slowly got up from his bed and looked out of his window
down on the scene below him. Bob, the eternal rocket scientist,
never bothered to turn off the spot lights, so the lighting
couldn't have been much better. John watched as Bob
slid Amber's suit top down off her shoulder, fingers
trailing down her skin.


Mary had had an awful night. Maureen seemed to really like
the guy she was with but Mary was wondering whether Maureen
really liked him or if it was one of the nights that the who
didn't matter. It was obvious that this guy Maureen
set her up with was not Mary's style from the start.
She didn't like to dance much but... what was his name?
Dan? Don? Dragged her, protesting the whole way to the dance
floor. He danced like he had a hot stick up his ass, hips never
moved but he hopped around like he was trying to get away
from something. Not the kind of dance that she could consider
a mating dance.


Damn Maureen! She had to bring up the subject of sex. It had
been so long! Of course she thought about it, almost constantly.
She'd started shying away from Maureen over the past
few months, Maureen seemed so free. Why couldn't Mary
be so free. She was angry enough about the disastrous date
that she decided she was going to Mary's house to wait
for her. "I don't care if she doesn't get
home until tomorrow I'm going to be there when she walks
in the fucking door!"


As Mary pulled up and saw John's car in the driveway
she thought to herself, "Shit, I'm going to have
to be quiet..." She quietly slid the key she had gotten
from Maureen when she went on vacation with John several
years before, into the door. As she slid into the foyer the
sounds from the pool came quietly through the house.


"Great! even John's getting laid! What's
wrong with me?" she wondered. She sat quietly in the
living room in the darkness and listened to the moans.


"ohhh that feels so nice... My nipples, suck my nipples
a little, I love that..." Mary imagined John suckling
the young breast of his girl, and felt a tingle. She slid
a little lower and gently rubbed her palm over her breast,
feeling the nipple tighten and press out against her blouse.
She'd decided against a bra that night, she had desperately
wanted sex that night and thought... "If he wasn't
such an ass!" as her fingers captured her nipple and
gently rolled it.


The tingles as her hardened nipple rolled between her fingers
went straight to her moistening pussy. Her hand slid slowly
up her thigh to rest between her legs, her finger searching
for the hardening nub of her clit through the silky fabric
of her pants and panties.


"Shit, what if John comes walking in? I should go upstairs
to Maureen's room..." and she rose, silently
padding softly on the carpeted stairs in her bare feet as
she took each stair. She could still hear the moans of the
girl downstairs...


"ohhhhhh yeah, touch me there... circles... please
press there... ohhhhh..."


"well" thought Mary, "John apparently
takes direction well, but I'm kind of surprised he
needs it"


A she silently slid down the hall she noticed John's
door was open... and she could hear the voices from downstairs.
She'd never really thought about it before but John's
room had the perfect view to the patio beside the pool. "No,
I couldn't" she thought to herself.


"why not?" said the evil voice in her head. "Just
watching can't be bad can it? I mean he's 20 years
old, not bad looking at all, always has good looking girlfriends...
Why Not?"


And she slid slowly into the room. John's ass clenched
rhythmically as his hand slid up and down his length. His
back was to her and he was apparently concentrating on what
was going on down by the pool, never noticing her entrance.
She could see his arm moving, and his ass clenching in the
semi darkness. "He couldn't be! He IS! He's
masturbating! He's watching them have sex and he's...
masturbating while he does it!"


She stood still for several moments watching him, his arm
moving slowly. She listened as his breathing changed and
her hand found its way to her clit once again. She wanted
to rub her breasts against his back, wanted to feel that
hardness he had in his hand, wanted to cause the pleasure
that his quiet moans signaled. She slid up slowly behind
him and the first he noticed she was there was when he heard
her sigh... "hmmmmmmm... Looks like Johnny's
got a show going on..."


John Jumped. Physically jumped, feet leaving the ground
with the worst "OH SHIT!" feeling raging through
him. "um uh Aunt Mary! What are you doing here!"
he asked. The best defense being a good offense of course
always sounds like a good plan. "oh god Aunt Mary please
don't tell mom..."


"SHHHHH!" She whispered in that stage whisper
that probably carries further than if she'd just said
shut up. She nodded her head to the couple preparing to mate
on the patio. John's raging hard on had gone down almost
as if the switch had been turn off. He looked at Mary and noticed
the loose shirt, the braless look that he had come to expect
from her, the pure lust in her eyes as she looked down at the
patio. "don't stop what you were doing on my account...
I mean that's perfectly normal for a 20 year old guy,
and what guy wouldn't be... with that going on."



John looked down and couldn't help but feel a tingle
as Amber slid down Bob's body. John watched as she licked
Bob's cock like a Popsicle. He could see her tongue
swirling around the head. Watched as her lips traveled
down his length, her hesitation as she adjusted her lips
to take more of him, her hand wrapped around the base. Bob's
head was laid back as Amber's hair fell down to cover
the detailed motions that were indicated by the wave of
her hair, head beginning to bob up and down.


"That looks good." Mary whispered in John's
ear as he felt her breast rub against his back. He could feel
her hard nipples against his back, could hear her breathing
change as he watched. He felt like he was having an out of
body experience as he stood there and watched his friend
receive such enthusiastic head from Amber, while feeling
the woman he had fantasized about for the majority of his
post puberty life rubbing her hardened nipples against
his back. He was essentially speechless, probably a good
thing while spying on the mating couple below. He had achieved
a level of hardness that astounded him. He was sure he could
cut glass, drive nails, and pop if he didn't get relief
soon.


"Aren't you gonna, well, umm aren't you?"
Mary asked. It took a moment for John to figure out what Mary
was talking about.


"Here? Now? In front of you?" John stammered.









"Not quite in front of me dear..." Mary whispered
with a giggling lilt to her voice. "how about with
me..." and the smile John saw reflected on her face
was one he'd never seen before. A mixture of absolute
lust, mixed with generous portions of uncertainty and,
well that old time love that he'd felt from Mary for
as long as he could remember.


He reached out slowly, his hand moving as if of its own accord.
He couldn't actually believe he was doing it as it moved,
his mind in slow motion, but the look of rapture on Mary's
face as his fingers gently slid over her nipple almost made
him cum. Right then, right there with no additional stimulation.









"ohhhhhhh fuck that feels good John..." as
her head fell back. John was trying to watch everything
all at once. He watched her eyes roll slightly back in her
head, her head fell back and he marveled at the firm lines
of her jaw, the tendons of her neck, her collar bones, her
almost blonde hair hanging down over her shoulders.


"John... watch..." she said and again nodded
out the window. When John looked down Bob was preparing
to slide into Amber. She was laying on her back with her legs
around Bob's waist, her hands on his ass, fingers digging
into his skin. John was wondering if he had done the right
thing. Typical mixed signals, did Mary want John, had he
done the wrong thing touching her?


"watch" she said. John watched as Amber's
head fell back and she let out a loud moan. "He just
slid into her... I love that feeling when a hard cock first
splits my lips and slides into me..." Mary whispered
into John's ear. "ohhhhh...." Breathy,
whispered half sigh half moan. He still felt Mary's
breasts against his back, moving rhythmically and he reached
down and again took his member into his hand... Mary's
chin resting on his shoulder.


Bob was thrusting into Amber. His ass clenching rhythmically,
hard fast thrusts. "Going to... ohhhh! Going to cum!"
Bob exclaimed...


"wait for me!" Amber almost screamed, her head
thrown back almost a blur as Bob sped up. "pleeeease
wait for me, fuck me fuck me...."


Bob's ass clenched hard, once, twice a couple of stutter
pumps then fell still. "ohhh please don't stop
please, please..." and John watched as her legs clenched
around Bob and her fingers dug deeply into her ass.


"She wants to cum so bad... god I find that so fucking
sexy" Mary whispered in John's ear. John watched
as Bob slid up off of Amber, full condom hanging off the end
of his cock, he could almost see the moisture glinting in
the light from Amber's exposed pussy. Her hand reached
down and John watched as her fingers slid in circles over
her clit, faster her legs splayed wide, two fingers sliding
in. Her head was back, her whole body tense and John could
see she was so close. The expression on her face was one of
frustration, concentration, her eye brows clenched,
her lips pursed. And then she came. Her face took on a look of rapture, a smile, relief, what
John figured his face looked like when he finally made it
to the rest stop after passing the rest area he probably
should've stopped at only to find it was 60 miles to
the next rest area. Amber positively glowed as she came.
Her head jerked forward, her breasts jiggled with each
wave of pleasure as it raced through her body, slowly falling
back with her mouth wide open, her pink nipples hard little
pebbles on the pinnacle of each breast. Her back arched,
with her head well back, body again tensing and John knew
she was rising to another peak.


Her legs clamped shut on her hand but he could see the muscles
under her skin as she continued to stimulate her clit, with
Bob standing there watching, almost as if he was half interested.
He saw Amber in a new light as her orgasms slowly wound down
and her eyes finally opened again.


"You shit!" was her first comment to Bob who
had reached to grab his pants. He shrugged his shoulders
as he pulled his pants up over his knees. Amber had jumped
up and was holding her shirt to her chest, her body held in
a self conscious pose.


"God!" Mary whispered in John's ear. "Have
you ever seen anything so sexy? Did you see her cum? Ohhhhhh...
I'm getting close John." And he could still feel
her chin on his shoulder, with her arm moving rhythmically
against his back. He knew she was still rubbing her clit.
He wanted to turn and take her in his arms, but was still unsure
as his hand continued to slide up and down his hard tingling
cock. He felt like he was so close to cumming but just couldn't
quite go over the edge.


Mary pulled away from him and he turned to look at her. "we
can't do this you know..."


"I know... but it sure would be fun" John replied.






"Are you going to cum John?" Mary asked with
a far away look on her face.


"Probably, soon, "


A quiet whisper came from Mary's throat, "can
I watch you? Please?"


"You want to watch ME?" John was surprised.






"It’s been so long since I've been with a man
John. I'm sorry..." Mary looked as if she was close
to tears. John loved this woman so intensely, always had,
he guessed.


"No no no, Don't be sorry Mary, I'm just surprised,
well... that you'd be interested in me... I mean, I've
always been a, well a boy to you..."


"have you ever thought about me?" the intenseness
of this conversation had deflated his cock, the paranoia,
the hopefulness beating in John's chest over taking
John intense need to cum, for the moment.


"Mary, I've dreamed of touching you since puberty,
You have been the primary fantasy I've always had,
I just... well I thought you were untouchable, that you'd
never have any interest in me."


"Nothing could ever come of this, I mean your mom is
like a sister to me, what would she think?" Mary asked.









"She doesn't have to know" John said with
a slight giggle.


"So are you going to? I mean now?" Mary asked.









"am I going to what?" John asked obtusely.


"are you going to make yourself cum?" Mary said
with exasperation starting to creep into her tone. They
stood there in silence as they listened to Amber continue
to hammer Bob... "you selfish shit, you could've
at least helped a little. That's great wham bam thank
you mam? You unmitigated prick!" and they heard Bob
shuffling out of the house to be followed by Amber's
angry door slam.


"I... well, I was going to... after they left... I
guess" John continued. He'd never masturbated
in front of a woman before, never stroked his cock in front
of a woman before. "I... I... uh I really don't
know what to do now..."


"Well the show ended, so maybe you should lie down
on the bed." Was Mary's suggestion.


They heard the door open and shut again. "I should
go down and see if that's Bob. He'll come looking
for me." and John zipped up with some difficulty as
he walked out of the room. John was surprised to see his mom
Maureen standing at the bottom of the stairs.


"Hey mom. Have a good time?" he said a little
louder than was necessary. He walked down the stairs trying
to get his mom into the living room so Mary could sneak out
of his room.


"Not really. Mary didn't seem to like Dan too
much. She left a while ago and I was worried about her. I just
checked her house and she's not there."


"Oh she's up in your room, she came in a while ago."



Mary came walking down the stairs and John watched her breasts
move under her shirt as she walked. He was just thinking
of what could've happened, both good and bad if his
mom had been fifteen minutes later. The feeling of PHEW!
Only slightly abated by his excitement from his almost
experience with Mary.


"Maureen! What rock did you dig that guy up from? What
an ass!" Mary launched into Maureen, I guess we're
back to a good offense as the best defense thing.


"I never knew he was such a jerk Mary, I'm really
sorry" Maureen said as they walked into the living
room.


John turned and walked up the stairs to his room. As he laid
down on the bed he was thinking of the evening. He could've
never dreamed up anything like this! He marveled that Bob
could do that to Amber, he was a dick. And john thought about
Mary's nipples, how they felt between his fingers
as he so briefly rolled it between his fingers, and he thought
about how angelic Mary looked when those rushes of pleasure
raced through her. He began to stroke his once again hard
cock. His thoughts focused on Amber's face when she
came, how much she had let herself go, how tight her breasts
where in the throes of orgasm. He was close with his cock
leaking precum and lubricating his hand.


He thought of Mary standing behind him, how her chin felt
on his shoulder, how her hard nipples pressed against his
back as she rubbed her clit. The few sounds of her pleasure
he got to hear before Bob let them all down. But when he thought
about how she looked when she asked to watch him cum the tingles
peaked, racing up the length of his cock, he felt every pulse
as his cock shot streak after streak of his pearly white
cum into the air, to land on his stomach and chest, his entire
body as tense and hard as his cock.


As he came back down, still tingling with the aftershocks
of his incredibly intense orgasm, with the rapidly cooling
pools of cum beginning to form streaks as they rolled down
his sides to the sheet of his bed, he thought about Mary.
"I'll never get another chance like that. FUCK!"
after quickly grabbing a towel and wiping himself down
he rolled over and dejectedly fell into a deep slumber.






The next morning as John rose to go to work early, the dried
remnants of his cum proved that last night had really happened.
Shit! I was out of it!" he thought, "I didn't
even hear Mary leave or mom go to bed." And he walked
down the stairs.


Mary was sleeping on the couch. He stopped to look at her,
her almost blonde silky hair tangled, partially covering
her face. Still wearing the shirt she had on the night before.
His cock gave a little tremor when he recalled touching
her the previous night.


"Mornin John" Mary mumbled.


"Sleep well?" John asked.


"No" Mary replied. Her voice fell into a conspiratorial
whisper... "and its your fault" "My fault? I don't think so! How could it be my
fault?" John asked.


"Come here..." and Mary patted the couch. As
John sat down she said "We can't leave it there
John. Feel this..." and she reached out and grabbed
John's hand. She slid it slowly up her leg to her pussy.
John felt her lips, pouty, incredibly wet, her sparse hair
was drenched, his finger slid into her opening, which was
surprisingly tight around his finger.


"All I could think of and dream of last night was you
cumming. Did you cum? Did you think of me?" she asked
as she pulled his hand out looking up the stairs to make sure
Maureen wasn't coming down the stairs.


"Yes I did..." John said shyly, head hanging.
He'd never admitted to a woman that he masturbated
before, let alone admit he masturbated thinking of her.









"We have to work something out John. I don't know
why but you excite me. It can't be here, it can't
be where we're known, and it can't be anything
other than a couple of adults having some adult fun. If you
can agree to those conditions we'll work something
out, " and she dropped her eyes, looking at John with
those brown eyes, but with an expression of self-doubt,
"unless... you don't want to."


"Oh, I want to more than you'll ever know!"
John replied as he slid his hand to her breast, taking her
nipple between his fingers once again, then standing and
walking to the door. He turned and looked at her, for what
had to be five seconds but felt like an eternity to Mary,
his eyes just seeming to soak her in, then turned and left.









Mary and John met at the hotel at the town 50 miles to the west
of home. Mary handed the key to John as they walked up the
stairs. "I want you to know that I've never done
this before." Mary said to John.


"That makes two of us." John replied in his typical
aloof manner.


He opened the door to the room and reached in and hit the light.
A very nice room John wondered how much it cost as he walked
over to the couch.


"It's a suite." Mary told John. "It
was only $20 bucks more than a regular room so I decided to
splurge."


"I like it!" John replied with a grin as he walked
from room to room. His voice came out of the bathroom excitedly,
"Would you look at that Bath! It’s almost as big
as our pool!" and Mary came to look Medium red marble through
out with brightly polished brass trim. A glass door to the
bath, one with hinges not a sliding door bright brass knobs
and spigots for both the bath and the shower. The bath seemed
to take a full ¼ of the room almost square in shape as opposed
to the normal long bathtubs. The end of the bath tub was a
shelf of Marble facing the spigot of the shower.


John turned to Mary and said in a quiet voice, "I don't
know what to do... umm I mean... I know what to do but I don't
know how to get started


"It always starts with a kiss... can I teach you? Can
I show how to avoid being a Bob?"


"I would like that."


Mary leaned towards John and just barely let her lips touch
his. "Always start slow and gentle..." another
slight touching of the lips, Mary stepping closer to John.
John could feel her breasts press against his chest, then
her pelvis melded to his. He was amazed at the speed in which
he became hard. He put his arms around her to pull her to him,
squeezing gently as his lips sought hers, he followed her
lead like a good dancer, his style of kissing following
hers, gentle pecks longer lips parted slightly, tongue
tips touched wrestled, became acquainted. His hands on
her back, pulling away slightly to rub her arms, his intention
to once again take her nipple in his fingers, she pulled
back slightly.


"patience my sweet, savor the anticipation."
And she turned to the sitting room to settle on the couch.
"come watch some TV John..." as she patted the
couch next to her.


John was trembling, both in anticipation and nervousness
as he settled on the couch. Her pink knit shirt hugging her
curves and her short white skirt riding up her trim thighs
a bit as she sat on the couch with her legs tucked under her,
kind of to the side, like only women can sit. As he sat down
she shifted to be leaning back against him. "I guess
we need to set some ground rules." She said quietly.






"Ummm like what?" John asked


"The only rules are... no one falls in love, no pain,
no marks and if one of us is not enjoying it, do something
else. OK?"


"sounds fine... but how will I know if you don't
like something?"


"You'll know... I'll tell you. Other than
that, if you want to try it go ahead and try it."


"OK" John said and fell silent on the couch.
"She said I can do whatever I want, does that mean I
should start, but she said she was going to teach me. Shit."



Mary leaned back against him kind of sighing, snuggling
up to his body. John didn't realize that while sitting
on a couch you could get the much body contact from someone.
He wrapped his arm around her across her chest and pulled
her back to him. His head leaned down and he gently kissed
her, again molding himself to her style. A peck here, a peck
there, gradually growing longer as his lips wetted hers,
his lips parting, with his tongue tentatively seeking
hers, only to find a willing mate coming out to play. She
suckled on his bottom lip, which sent tingles directly
to the indicator of his manhood, which promptly began to
stand up. His hand slowly slid up onto her chest to take her
breast in his hand. He could feel her nipple hardening against
his palm...


"hmmmmmm" she moaned into his mouth without
breaking contact. The kiss was becoming more passionate
by the second, as her nipple continued to lengthen and harden.
He opened his eyes to find hers looking at him. They were
smiling at him and he felt such warmth as he kissed her.


The kiss finally ended and his lips traced over her neck,
followed down her throat as she continued to lay back, laying
across his lap. He looked down at his fingers, gently rolling
her nipple between his first finger and thumb. Her head
was back and she seemed to be offering herself to him. Total
acquiescence. But she was just beginning. He slid his hand
down to her leg, drawing little circles on the inside of
her thigh, working up her leg with maddening slowness.
As his circles continued up her leg he noted that her legs
parted subtly each time he got higher on her thigh, as if
trying to draw his fingers to her center.


She had such nice firm legs, smooth skin. Long thighs, skinny
calves, the texture of the muscle underlying the skin making
her legs that beautiful-that-doesn't-happen-often.
His fingers finally came in contact with her pussy, the
same sparse hair he had felt several days before, the lips
becoming puffy, the wetness just starting to seep from
within. His finger traced the line where her lips came together,
to part them and he began to penetrate into the wonderful,
dark wet tunnel.


"noooooo not yet babe... tease me a little first,
take your time, we've got all night." He slid
his finger up over her clit dragging her moistness along
with his finger. "Unnnhf!... ohh.. ohhhh... so nice..."
she said softly, slowly, as his finger traced circles around
her clit. He figured that's what got Amber off so it
should work for Mary too right? Her legs were parted wide
and there was nothing to interfere with his manipulation
of her clit, as she wasn't wearing panties.


He continued to draw little circles, kind of placing the
lump her of engorged clit under his finger and letting it
flop from side to side. "ohhhhh yes... that's
it babe..." and he watched as her face became flushed.
She never opened her eyes but her nipples were pressed out
against her shirt as her back arched over his lap. He watched
as his fingers danced with her clit, he took her clit between
his fingers and gently slid the covering skin up and down
as if he was jerking her off. Her eyes flew open and she looked
at him deeply as she moaned....


"ohhhhh yes baby... don't stop that... you're...
ohhh, you're going to.... Ohhhhhhh" and her
head fell back again. Her hips were moving, pumping, her
legs were tense, the leg against the back of the couch pressing
deeply into the cushion, her hands clenching the bottom
cushion of the couch...


"ohhhhh Make me cum baby!" and her eyes rolled
back in her head, her mouth fell open and she made these sounds.
He'd never heard anything like them, kind of grunts,
long drawn out sighs, and he watched her stomach contract
rhythmically as the pleasure coursed through her body...
She seemed to settle down and become quiet again so he took
his hand away from her...


"oohhhh god don't stop!" she said but before
he could continue her hand was there, loosely flipping
her clit under her middle finger rapidly from side to side...
"Ohhhhh cumming.... Ohhhhh, yes! Yes yes... ooohhhh!"
the last grunt coming as his hand once again took her nipple
between his fingers. Her entire body tensed, her fingers
slid into her pussy to slide out covered with her dew. He
could smell her orgasm and it was the most compelling smell
he'd ever noticed. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted
to feel her, he wanted to crawl inside of her and become part
of her. He wanted to memorize every single expression that
rolled across her face through all the different phases
of her orgasm which seemed to last an eternity.


Finally her hand froze... flicked a couple of times, then
froze again... then flicked a couple of times. Her grunts
were almost militant as the bursts of pure pleasure were
shared. John felt, in his observation of her, her willingness
to hold nothing back, that he was experiencing every wave
of pleasure as it coursed through her body as if it was coursing
through his. His erection was painful.


She finally settled down and started giggling... it started
out slow and then grew slowly... "I'm ... I'm
Sorry..." giggle giggle "That was so intense!..."
John couldn't help but smile back.


She finally sat up and turned so her back was to the arm of
the couch and her body was pointed at John.


"Did you enjoy watching that?" she asked with
a fire in her eyes that John had never seen before.


"That was the most amazing thing I've ever witnessed!"
John said breathlessly.


"John, I want to see you... well, I want to see what
I missed the other night."


"I don't understand..."


"I want to watch you cum..."


John's hand slid down to his zipper, which slowly lowered.
He had to work a little to get his member out and once it was
free it stood like a flagpole, stiff and twitching as if
in a rhythmical breeze.


"Please John... Please stroke it for me..."



He wrapped his hand around it, and slowly started to stroke.






"Does it feel good baby?"


"ohhhh yes...."


"Do you want to cum?"


"yesssss..." as his hand's momentum grew...






"I'm so wet John, I can't tell you what this
does to me..." and John opened his eyes to see her fingers
sliding in and out of her pussy, wetness growing with each
thrust her legs wide open with her opening aimed right at
him. She leaned over and grabbed a bottle out of her purse
sitting next to her on the floor next to the couch. She dripped
some on the head of John's cock as his hand slid up and
down his length. The acceleration of tingles was so intense
John almost shot off right then. He wanted to make it last,
but he was... so... close....


"Cum for me John... Please let me watch you cum..."



John's hips left the couch and pressed upwards as the
rush of tingles traveled the length of his cock. "Oh!
Oh! Ahhhhh unngh...." A different sound with each
jet of cum that flew from his cock. The first four or five
spurts left the now purple head of his rock hard cock with
enough velocity to become airborne. The later tingle blasts
became a steady flow of white hot cum flowing from his cock,
down over his hand, into his pubic hair to puddle at the base
of his cock. He opened his eyes just in time to see her throw
her head back... nipples standing out firm, breasts jiggling
in time with the thrusts of her fingers plunging in and out
of her pussy. Her legs straightened as her hips thrust...






"ohhhh ohhhh fuck! Ohhhhh... cumming... Ohhhh nipples
tingling... ohhh yess!" and her hips settled slowly
back down to the couch.


"I haven't even seen her naked yet..."
thought John.


She snuggled up to him, putting her head down on his shoulder...
sighing as she rubbed her hand over his chest. "sooo
nice... rest baby there's so much more to explore..."
and John fell into a soft slumber, his hand holding her breast
possessively.


When John awoke it was dark, the TV was off and he was alone.
He felt like he'd just closed his eyes and had no idea
how long he'd been there, alone. The kink in his neck
told him it's been at least an hour. He rose and walked
into the bedroom to find the bed undisturbed. "Where
the fuck did she go?" he wondered. He walked into the other bedroom and found Mary, walking
out of the bathroom. "hey lover... sleep well?"
she asked him.


"yeah, I missed you when I woke."


"Come here baby" and she walked up to him, put
her arms around him and held him tight. "you made me
cum, and you made you cum, now its my turn to make you cum...
Lay down sweets." And she pushed him gently to the
bed. He fell backward as the bed made contact with the backs
of his knees. He looked up at her expectantly.


"We have so much fun to have... the only question is
where to start." And she leaned over as she unbuttoned
his shirt, kissing the exposed skin as she worked further
and further down. She giggled as he yelped when she bit his
nipple. Her hand sliding slowly down to his belt buckle.
His hips rocked slightly as she fought to unbuckle it and
pull it from the belt loops of his pants. His stomach involuntarily
sucked in as her fingers just barely dipped under the waste
band of his jeans. His cock was growing hard once again and
he shuddered as her fingers made their first contact with
the head.


She pushed his pants down and smiled as he raised his hips
to help. She slid pants and underwear down his legs and off
his feet in one push.


"Just lay back and enjoy..." and she reached
out to grasp his member. Her hand, as it wrapped around his
now hard and throbbing cock, felt cool, the temperature
sensation sending tingles the full length of his body.
She held him gently as her hand began to travel up and down
his length.


"Ohhhhhhhhh...." He whispered... she smiled
down at him. Her look was tender with an underlying fire
that he was quickly becoming infatuated with. She leaned
down and took just the head of his cock into her mouth as her
hand continued to stroke the bottom half of his member.
His hips began moving involuntarily trying to force contact
with the velvet tongue that was causing him so much pleasure.









She pulled her mouth off of him and whispered, "just
relax, be patient.... Experience all that I have to offer..."



He barely heard what she said as her hand was driving him
wild rolling over the now wet head of his engorged cock.
He wanted her to hurry her strokes, the grip harder, faster,
make him cum.


"please, please Mary, unnnnnh make me cum..."



"Oh no John... you're not even close yet..."



And her hand continued its slow languorous travel up and
down his length. The level of tingles John was now feeling
was well beyond anything he'd ever felt other than
full blown orgasm. He felt as if he had crossed the point
of no return but hadn't gone far enough to actually
cum. He no longer had control of his body as his hips pumped
his cock into her hand. He wanted to cum but he wanted this
to last forever. She kept him right at the edge for what seemed
like hours. The tension in his body causing a thin film of
sweat to cover his skin. She would speed her strokes to bring
him right to the edge, then slow down when he felt his testicles
begin to contract with the first pulse of his orgasm.


"Control your cum John... go with it..." she
whispered in his ear, her hand never stopping its manipulation
of his cock. She cut it close a couple of times as his cum began
to ooze from his cock in that subtle preorgasmic flow. But
she always controlled him.


He finally had built to a fever pitch. "I can't
help... ohhhh I need.... Ohhhhhhhh please... let me ....
Please make me.... I need to cummmm...." He begged.









Mary sped her strokes up and leaned forward taking the head
of his cock in her mouth.


"Ohhh No! what are.... Ohhhhhh going to cumm...."
John was trying to hold back so badly. He knew he was going
to let loose with a huge volume of cum and if Mary didn't...
oh fuck it let it go... and he began to cum. And Mary continued
to suckle, her tongue sending tingles of such an intensity
that John couldn't speak, couldn't breathe,
couldn't do anything other than... well just shoot his cum into Mary's
mouth.


When he came back to something that resembled consciousness
and looked at Mary, he saw small streams of cum running down
her chin. She leaned over and whispered "do you want
to taste it?"


"fuck no!" John thought, "way too gay!"
But Mary continued...


"Its good, I love it..." none of which convinced
John.


"It would really turn me on to kiss you right now"
was the clinching line. John leaned forward and kissed
her, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. The fact that
this turned Mary on was worth it, and besides it didn't
taste that bad. She had said if he didn't like it then
they'd do something else. John came to something like
a revelation at that moment, almost an epiphany, what ever
turned her on was worth a try.


As John lay back trying to catch his breath Mary laid there
rubbing the balls of her fingers over his chest, her head
tucked onto his shoulder. John rubbed her shoulder in small
circles just content to rest a moment or two. His hand began
to caress her hair, soft almost silken. He rolled over and
kissed her softly, lips just touching, he kissed her forehead,
her eyelids, the tip of her nose. He kissed her long slender
neck and suckled her collar bones.


"Hmmmmm, so nice John..." she whispered as
he slid slightly lower, to kiss gently first one nipple
then the other. He slid lower leaving a trail of saliva with
his tongue as he continued his journey down her body. He
was trying to learn each erogenous zone as he traveled further
and further down. His tongue burrowing into her navel,
he reached the point of no return as her towel slipped off
her hips.


Her hips began to move as he sucked on the skin where her legs
joined her body. His tongue passed over her lips, full,
wet as he moved from side to side. Her hips continued to chase
his tongue as he moved, and he finally allowed his tongue
to dip into her pool of nectar. She tasted wonderful. His
tongue started at her hole and flattened out to spread her
lips as they trailed up to flick at her tongue.


Her body jerked and John looked up to see the expression
on her face. He wasn't sure if he had hurt her but the
look of pleasure each time her body jerked told him he had
hit a pleasure center. His lapping became shorter and quicker,
focusing less and less on the trip from bottom to top as it
did on the nubbin at the top. John took his hand and slid one
finger into Mary. He was amazed at how tight, and wet she
was.


She was moaning almost continuously now, with long hissed
yeses as he touched her clit with his tongue. As his finger
curled inside of her, right at the top and moans became almost
sharp grunts with each breath.


"Oh GOD! John, where'd you learn that? Ohhhhh
yes ohhhhh yes... John, ohhhh you're going to... oh
god yes please make me cum..." John slid his finger
out of her as he prepared to really attack her clit with his
tongue. "No... no no please John use your finger...
please... rub me..."


John slid his finger back in and kept rubbing the soft fleshy
spot he felt just inside her to the top. He felt a wave of juices
flow out over his finger, he could feel the inner walls of
her pussy contract over his finger, a vibrating ring of
muscle contracting around his finger.


He took her clit between his lips and gently sucked it into
his mouth, his tongue flicking it from side to side, his
finger increasing its pressure inside her. The strangest
thing John had ever experienced happened. Mary's
hips rose from the bed, her pussy walls fell in on themselves
and his chin was hit with a spurt of moisture. He at first
thought that she had pee'd on him, but it tasted like
her pussy not what urine smelled like. He liked the taste
and he wondered if women could ejaculate like men. Her liquid
continued to flow from her pussy to collect all over his
chin, running down his neck, a mixture of his saliva and
her juices.


Her eyes were rolled back in her head as her hips thrust up
and down riding his tongue. Her breaths were explosive
bursts that seemed timed with each contraction of her stomach.
Her whole body orgasm was the most erotic thing John had
ever experienced. Although he had only cum 30 minutes before
he was as hard as he'd ever been. He slid up Mary's
body until the head of his cock lay at her opening. He felt
her hands reach around to his ass and pull him into her. The
feeling as his head slid between her lips was almost indescribable.
Her orgasm seemed to begin as soon as he slid into her, he
could feel the rhythmical contractions of her pussy fluttering
on his cock even as it slid slowly but deeply into her.


He stopped to allow himself to gain control but her pussy
continued to flutter around his cock. The tingles began
to flow from his cock slowly enveloping his body. Her mouth
was next to his ear and she was moaning with each thrust as
he slid his cock almost completely out of her then sharply
back in to the hilt.


"Oh yes John... fuck me fuck me fuck me." and
John intended to do just that. His strokes continued to
pick up speed until he was thrusting hard and quick to his
full depth. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he could
feel her feet press his ass as his cock slid deeply into her.
He knew his orgasm was imminent but he wanted to hold off
as long as he could. He wanted this awesome experience to
last, but Mary's fluttering pussy got the best of him.






"Ohhhh Mary, I'm going to cum... I can't
help it..." "Ohhhhhhh Yes John... cum with me baby..."
and her pussy clenched his cock, sucking his cum from him.
His entire body clenched firmly as his testicles tightened.
He could feel Mary grasping his shoulders and her body trembled
below him and he came deeply inside her.


As his orgasm came to a close he slowly laid down on her, feeling
her still hard nipples against his chest, his weight coming
to rest on her hips and shoulders. She started with "that
was wonderful!" and he started to laugh, at first
softly, then louder and louder until she was laughing with
him into his shoulder. They laughed until he slid out of
her and he rolled onto his side.


"Mary, that was the one most awesome experience of
my life!" John exclaimed with something between
youthful exuberance and total incredulity.


Mary laughed again. "John we may be done for today
but there's so much more. You just won't know until
we've played some more."

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Wow what a wonderful story. Isn't hot wanton sex just
wonderfullllll! Thanks for sharing---thoroughly enjoyed.

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Now thats a story....made me hard!!!!!!

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Is there a sequel?

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As always, you ARE the master. I wish all others would learn
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