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1/9/2006

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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"Oh I don't know, it's been a while I suppose."
<br>
"Mary, it's been at least since Bob left, probably

a year or two before that hasn't it?" <br>
"Maureen! That's mean... true, but mean!"
Mary said with a hint of a giggle in her voice that John absolutely

loved to hear.
<br>
"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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"Sure I miss it..." was Mary's response,

"but I just haven't found the right guy yet, I

guess" she ended lamely.
<br>
"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?" <br>
"Yeah I get crazy sometimes but I take of it myself..."
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"Doing well Aunt Mary. Heading to work." <br>
"Have fun!" She said and John melted into her

eyes once again.
<br>
John walked out the back door. "Going to work Mom"
<br>
"Ok John, I'll be out late tonight so I'll

see you when I get home." <br>
"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." <br>
Mary laughed and said "thanks John but your mom's

set me up with a double date tonight." <br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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."
<br>
"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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"I think I'm just going to go up stairs and crash...

early morning tomorrow." <br>
"Well I think I'll just go home then, Amber, are

you coming?" <br>
"No I think I'll stay awhile." <br>
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.
<br>
"uhhh maybe, ummm next time..." Sally said

lamely.
<br>
"Yeah I'd like that" John responded just

as lamely.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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!" <br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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...
<br>
<br>
"Ohhhhhh yeah, touch me there... circles... please

press there... ohhhhh..." <br>
"well" thought Mary, "John apparently

takes direction well, but I'm kind of surprised he

needs it" <br>
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.
<br>
"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?" <br>
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!" <br>
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..." <br>
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..." <br>
"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."
<br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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?
<br>
"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.
<br>
<br>
Bob was thrusting into Amber. His ass clenching rhythmically,

hard fast thrusts. "Going to... ohhhh! Going to cum!"
Bob exclaimed...
<br>
"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...." <br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
<br>
Mary pulled away from him and he turned to look at her. "we

can't do this you know..." <br>
"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.
<br>
"Probably, soon, " <br>
A quiet whisper came from Mary's throat, "can

I watch you? Please?" <br>
"You want to watch ME?" John was surprised.

"Its 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.
<br>
"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..." <br>
"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.
<br>
"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." <br>
"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.
<br>
"So are you going to? I mean now?" Mary asked.

"am I going to what?" John asked obtusely.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"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..." <br>
"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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"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." <br>
"Oh she's up in your room, she came in a while ago."
<br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"I never knew he was such a jerk Mary, I'm really

sorry" Maureen said as they walked into the living

room.
<br>
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 her self go, how tight her breasts

where in the throes of orgasm. He was close with his cock

leaking precum and lubricating his hand.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"Mornin John" Mary mumbled.
<br>
"Sleep well?" John asked.
<br>
"No" Mary replied. Her voice fell into a conspiratorial

whisper... "and its your fault" <br>
"My fault? I don't think so! How could it be my

fault?" John asked.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
"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." <br>
"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.
<br>
<br>
"That makes two of us." John replied in his typical

aloof manner.
<br>
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.
<br>
"It's a suite." Mary told John. "It

was only $20 bucks more than a regular room so I decided to

splurge." <br>
"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! Its 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.
<br>
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..." <br>
"It always starts with a kiss... can I teach you? Can

I show how to avoid being a Bob?" <br>
"I would like that." <br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
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
<br>
"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?" <br>
"sounds fine... but how will I know if you don't

like something?" <br>
"You'll know... I'll tell you. Other than

that, if you want to try it go ahead and try it." <br>
"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."
<br>
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...
<br>
"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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
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....
<br>
"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...
<br>
"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...
<br>
"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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
She finally sat up and turned so her back was to the arm of

the couch and her body was pointed at John.
<br>
"Did you enjoy watching that?" she asked with

a fire in her eyes that John had never seen before.
<br>
"That was the most amazing thing I've ever witnessed!"
John said breathlessly.
<br>
"John, I want to see you... well, I want to see what

I missed the other night." <br>
"I don't understand..." <br>
"I want to watch you cum..." <br>
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.
<br>
"Please John... Please stroke it for me..."
<br>
He wrapped his hand around it, and slowly started to stroke.

<br>
"Does it feel good baby?" <br>
"ohhhh yes...." <br>
"Do you want to cum?" <br>
"yesssss..." as his hand's momentum grew...

<br>
"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....
<br>
"Cum for me John... Please let me watch you cum..."
<br>
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...

<br>
"ohhhh ohhhh fuck! Ohhhhh... cumming... Ohhhh nipples

tingling... ohhh yess!" and her hips settled slowly

back down to the couch.
<br>
"I haven't even seen her naked yet..."
thought John.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
<br>
"yeah, I missed you when I woke." <br>
"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.
<br>
<br>
"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.
<br>
<br>
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.
<br>
<br>
"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.
<br>
<br>
"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.

<br>
<br>
She pulled her mouth off of him and whispered, "just

relax, be patient.... Experience all that I have to offer..."
<br>
<br>
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.
<br>
<br>
"please, please Mary, unnnnnh make me cum..."
<br>
<br>
"Oh no John... you're not even close yet..."
<br>
<br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
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.

<br>
Mary sped her strokes up and leaned forward taking the head

of his cock in her mouth.
<br>
"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 breath, couldn't

do anything other than... well just shoot his cum into Mary's

mouth.
<br>
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?" <br>
"fuck no!" John thought, "way too gay!"
But Mary continued...
<br>
<br>
"Its good, I love it..." none of which convinced

John.
<br>
"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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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.
<br>
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 falttened out to spread her

lips as they trailed up to flick at her tongue.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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..." <br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
"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..." <br>
"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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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 - it was a LLOONNGGGG story but then i was engrossed in
it. it was beleivable and not "twisted" yet
it had a nice edge. by the time i scrolled and read to the end
i forgot where i was except the wetness i felt in my sweetspot.
<br>
thank you for such an excellently well told story.

1/9/2006