1 comments/ 20311 views/ 2 favorites The Late Starter Ch. 02 By: Otazel Julia sat on her sofa thinking about Jon and how he was so infinitely more experienced in bed than she was, even though he was twelve years her junior. But then, she thought, that was hardly surprising as she'd had no experience whatever until only a week before when he had taken her virginity. She had met him at night school, invited him to her house to help her with a decorating chore, even though she thought him a scruffy young layabout, and before she knew it, they were in bed and he was deflowering her. Still, he was good and it was so very enjoyable, and anyway, thirty-six is plenty old enough to still be a virgin. Not only that, but he did come back the next day to finish the job he had supposedly come to do in the first place. Now today, in less than an hour's time, he would be calling again and this time there was not even the pretence of a chore to be done. This time, although they had dressed it up as a social call, he was calling simply to go to bed with her and they both knew it. Her problem, if problem it was, came from the fact that until last week she had never had the slightest interest in sex and so knew virtually nothing about it, other than the basic biological facts. Then had come her 'deflowering', a complete misnomer as far as Julia was concerned, for it had allowed her to flower as a woman. Jon had somehow woken a desire in her, a burning desire to make up for lost time. It was no use lamenting all the missed opportunities, but now she had started she needed to continue. But, and in her mind it was a big but, would Jon, or any other man, be prepared to bed a thirty-something woman who didn't know what to do. He might do so once as a novelty, maybe even twice, but then he would surely look for someone with more experience. She would just have to learn very quickly, if she could persuade him to play teacher, but how? And that was assuming that he would actually turn up. She wondered how she should dress to greet him. Should she be in just her housecoat, or her flimsiest nightie, or would that give all the wrong tarty signals? Should she dress as normal in a skirt and blouse or put on a nice dress, and whatever she chose, should they be worn with or without underwear? Oh, God, decisions, decisions. In the end she decided to stay as she was in a knee length skirt and a white front buttoned blouse - with underwear. Be yourself, she decided, and then he can like you or not honestly. She went into the kitchen and set a tray with coffee cups, then she went upstairs, plumped up the pillows on her bed, rearranged the duvet to look more casual and went back downstairs. A few minutes later and she was back upstairs, altering the bed so as to look properly made, and checking that there was a box of tissues within easy reach, although she wasn't sure what they might be needed for. She checked the net curtains were properly shut, opened the window a little to prevent the room becoming sticky, and then closed it so that any intimate sounds wouldn't get broadcast. Back downstairs, and then up again to give the bedroom a last scan for things forgotten. She began to get annoyed with her own anxieties. In the end she went back into the lounge, deliberately sat herself down on the sofa and gave herself a good talking to about her nerves. Just because she was expecting her lover -- yes, her lover -- she didn't need to fall apart at the seams. She would sit quietly and wait. Twice she sprang to her feet to go and check something, and twice she forced herself back to her seat. Eventually the door bell rang and she rushed to answer it. Jon stood there clutching a very large bunch of flowers and looking very awkward about them. She smiled a welcome and stood back to let him in, feeling so much better now he was actually here, and completely bowled over to be given flowers. "Thank you. You are a sweetie." She took the proffered flowers and smelled them gratefully. "I wasn't sure if you'd still want to see me." Jon explained. "And they're my bribe." "Why ever shouldn't I?" His words had shocked her. "I wondered if you thought I'd taken advantage." He looked quite bashful trying to get his thoughts out. "Not a chance. Let me put these in water and we'll talk, I think it's needed." She was gone for only a few minutes and when she returned she brought the coffee with her. She handed Jon a cup and sat on the chair opposite so that she could look at him. "Just so that you know, I've been fussing around today like an old maid because I was frightened silly that you might not turn up. I thought you might be laughing at me for having still been a virgin at my age." She shifted in her seat, feeling just a little embarrassed. "I quite expected to stay a virgin, because I didn't see what all the fuss was about with sex. But you and your magic fingers changed all that, and when we made love I wanted it never to stop. Now I want to do it all the time, to try everything there is to try, but I don't know how and I need you to help me learn. So what I say to you is that you can have me any time you want, just turn up and take me, so long as you can put up with my ignorance. I will learn quickly, I promise, and you can try anything you want with me. Just please forgive my lack of knowledge and help me to please you. We can be good together, I know we can." She paused at long last. "There, now I've been rehearsing that little speech all day, so what do you say?" "What can I say? I've been worrying about going too far and offending you, and now you tell me there are no limits." He paused himself before asking. "Julia, do you really mean it?" "I think so. Although how can I be sure until I know what there is to do? I can't say I'm willing to try kinky sex until I know what kinky sex consists of. So what I say is that if you enjoy doing something, try it with me, whatever it is, and see how things go." "Julia, you got yourself a deal." He announced it rather theatrically to cover his bewilderment at this turn of events, and then changed the subject. "Is that why you said the word 'fuck' last time, because you wanted to sound sexy?" "That bothered you didn't it? I could tell. Look, I'm really not a Miss Prim-And-Proper, you made me realise that. I asked you to 'fuck me' because to say 'please have intercourse with me' just wouldn't sound right, would it?" "No, Miss!" He wore his customary cheeky grin again and she knew that all was well. Julia picked up the two empty coffee cups and took them through into the kitchen, smiling happily at the way things were going, although wondering how to set the wheels in motion this time. But then that problem was taken from her by Jon, who had followed her through. He tiptoed up behind her as she was running water into the sink and encircled her waist with his hands. "My goodness!" She exclaimed. "You gave me a start." "Sorry. There's something about women at the sink I just can't resist." "Maybe, but there are nicer ways to make my heart race, you know." She looked over her shoulder at him, a smile on her face. "You managed last week all right." "What did I do then?" He kissed her neck as he asked, making the question redundant. "Can't remember, remind me upstairs." This time they undressed each other, taking it in turns to remove a garment, eventually getting to where only Julia's knickers remained. He slid them down slowly, going down onto his knees, deliberately letting her see him gazing at her pussy as it was gradually uncovered, trying to gauge her shyness. But she made no attempt to hide anything, even as she raised each foot in turn to take them off. Now she stood naked in front of his kneeling form, waiting with her heart already racing for him to make the next move, while he gazed up at her drinking in her beauty and wondering how she could have remained undiscovered for so long. He rose slowly to his feet, still unable to stop looking at her, and led her towards the bed. Instinctively, and without any discussion, they went to opposite sides of the bed and slid beneath the duvet with Julia to Jon's left, and then rolled to face each other. For a short while they gazed affectionately at each other, until, as if by mutual agreement, they both reached out and slid into each others arms. Julia savoured the unfamiliar sensation of having a man's body close to hers, enjoying the feel of his muscular form in her arms, his body hair against her smooth skin, and most of all his erection pressing against her belly. She was so glad they had met and that she had at last taken that long overdue step of surrendering herself to a man. When their mouths met this time she kissed back enthusiastically, ready for him to take her. Their kisses were long and passionate, their mouths coming together eagerly, lips moulding to one another, tongues mingling, touching and tasting, each exploring the other. Jon lay partly on his back and he pulled Julia almost on top of him, his arms encircling her with his hands roaming over her back, his fingertips often softly tracing her spine from the nape of her neck to the first curves of her bottom, while she gazed down on him stoking the hair from his forehead and gently caressing the side of his neck. For a long time neither of them spoke, lying totally immersed in each others affections, but then Jon moved slightly to ease his trapped erection and that small movement broke the spell. "Wow! Now that's what I call being kissed." Julia smiled happily over her words. "You aren't doing so badly yourself." Jon answered, his own mouth curved in a similar smile. They had both wriggled slightly after Jon's initial movement, trying to change position without breaking their clinch, and in the process Julia had thrown one leg across Jon's, her thigh over his and her knee almost level with his hip, while the other remained pointing straight down the length of the bed. This presented Jon with the beautiful full curve of Julia's bottom when her fingers next reached the base of her spine, and he took full advantage, softly fondling and caressing the smooth globes with his palm. Julia murmured quietly at his touch and shifted a little more to give him better access. The next time his hand descended her spine he allowed it to continue, cupping her buttock with his fingertips tracing the valley of her bottom until they reached the fringe of hair surrounding her pussy, before arcing onwards to stroke the underside of her thigh to the knee. Julia gasped softly and moved again, this time squirming upwards a little so that he could reach and touch her more fully. Jon carried on lightly following her spine with his fingertips, but now when he reached her bottom he allowed then to sink into her cleft as they reached her pussy. There they ran inside her pubic fringe and between her labia, gliding over the entrance to her vagina and dragging over her clitoris, bringing little whimpers of satisfaction from her. He continued on, running his wetted fingers along her thigh, leaving a damp trail of her juices on her skin. Julia began to stir against him, pushing her pussy towards his hand each time it passed, reflexively tempting him to enter her, silently willing him to concentrate on her soaking slit. He was more than willing to comply with her unspoken request. The feel of her wetness on his fingers aroused him, making him want to find and investigate its source. Now, when his fingertips reached that point on their journey he paused and let them explore her, pushing a finger into her vagina as far as her position would allow. Julia moaned loudly, making no attempt to hide her pleasure at his invasion, and wriggled even higher to allow him deeper. "I like that." She whispered. "It feels so nice." Now his hand remained there, his finger flexing at the second joint, thrusting in and out of Julia's pussy, making her moan with pleasure. Then, as she lay partly across him, he managed to insert his other hand between them and over her breast, playing with her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in time to his finger. Julia lifted herself slightly to allow him more freedom and closed her eyes, yielding to the sensations that his hands sent through her. "Ooh. That's lovely." Jon smiled at her remark. Julia would have been quite content to let Jon carry on playing with her in exactly that way all evening, but he had other ideas in mind. After playing with her like that for some minutes he stopped and pushed her gently away, rolling her onto her back. She looked at him confused, as if worried that she had done something wrong, but he reassured her as he climbed from the bed. "Hey, don't look so anxious. There's something I want to do, and you'll enjoy it, honestly." He went to the foot of the bed and then, without warning, pulled the duvet from the bed, throwing it into a corner. Julia looked up, startled by his action. "Relax, sweetheart. I just need you uncovered." She laid full length on the bed, looking down the length of her naked body to where he still stood at the foot. But then, without saying anything, he reached forward to take hold of her legs just above the ankles and, leaning over a little more he pushed her legs back and further apart, making them bend at the knee and affording him an unobstructed view up between her thighs. For a brief moment Julia felt embarrassed that he could see so much of her, but then she realised that she didn't mind, she almost welcomed his gaze in fact. Up until now she had never thought that anybody would look at her in that way, indeed she had never believed anybody would actually want to. Now she could feel herself lubricating even more as he watched, her pussy preparing itself for whatever he had in mind. Jon looked along her body, drinking in the view, his eyes following her long slim legs to their junction, gazing hungrily at her pussy, pink and glistening within its halo of dark curly hairs, on up her body, scanning over a washboard stomach to her breasts, her small pert breasts capped with those unbelievably long nipples. He couldn't help but stare, congratulating himself on his good fortune. God knows why she had such a low opinion of herself, if only she knew just how bloody gorgeous she actually was. He could gaze at her all day. But then he gripped her ankles tighter, moved back and pulled, hauling her bodily down the bed until her crotch was nearly level with the edge. She squealed and her arms flailed with surprise, but she didn't object, she just wondered excitedly what he intended to do next. At first, when he pushed her legs wide and back, she thought he was going simply to have sex with her right there and then, especially when he knelt down between her legs, and she took hold of her knees to bend them right back and out of the way. But then instead of moving forward on his knees as she expected, he put out his hands and opened her labia wide with his thumbs. Now he knelt before her and gazed at her wide open pussy, watching it leak her juices, and she loved it. She would never have thought of herself as in any way an exhibitionist, but showing her body to Jon gave her an immense sense of freedom and made her feel so damn sexy. She wondered fleetingly what she would feel like if other eyes viewed her nakedness. "I like you to look at me." She told him. "And I think I'd like you to talk dirty to me too." "Sshhhh! I just want to look at a beautiful woman for a minute." His rebuke carried no sting, but it silenced her. When he did finally move he just silently leaned forward and placed his mouth over her cleft, his tongue immediately seeking admission. She gasped in surprise at this new contact, taking pleasure from the intimacy it involved as well as from the sensation. She could feel his tongue begin to explore, to glide along her slit, licking her, tasting her, doing all the things that her strait-laced background told her were wrong but which were proving to be so very right. She felt him wriggle the tip of his tongue from side to side, probing everywhere, along the insides of her pussy lips, dipping into her vagina, sliding across the tip of her clitoris, each new sensation making her groan with delight. "Oh Jon, that's wonderful. I never thought I'd..." She broke off to gasp loudly as he deliberately licked her clitoris, preventing her from telling him how much more bold she was becoming. His tongue moved on, sliding downwards and into her vagina, pushing up inside her as far as it could reach and then running around inside the rim to taste her fluids. She gripped her legs tighter, holding them all the way back with her fingers digging into her own flesh, willing him deeper. Again he moved, now descending further, under her pussy, running his tongue tip so very gently across her perineum, venturing within a hair's breadth of her anus, making her panic momentarily before he retreated. His tongue traced tiny circles, just lightly touching the tight skin between her two holes, giving her breathtaking sensations and making her heart race. She held herself rigid, trying not to influence his movements but wondering at his intention. If her strayed too far she knew she wouldn't stop him, wouldn't even want to stop him, but surely he wouldn't put his tongue there, would he? It felt amazing, but it was pushing her inhibitions to the limit and she was both slightly disappointed and very relieved when his tongue finally moved on and up, and dipped back into her vagina. Now Julia knew she had a lover who would give all the thrills she could ever ask for. However daring she wanted to become, Jon would take her there, and then some. "My God, Jon." That was all she dare say. His tongue was on the move again, this time leaving her vagina to find her clitoris and wriggle his tongue tip against it. She groaned again, thrilled by the things he was doing to her. She had always thought the idea of oral sex distasteful, not at all like its fabulous reality, and so now she wondered what else he could teach her to enjoy. Jon was concentrating on her clitoris, licking it, nibbling it with his lips and even gently nipping it between his teeth, and Julia felt that beautiful warmth begin to grow inside her once more. The same warmth that had last week become the heat and then the furnace that had grown into her very first orgasm. She smiled inwardly, recognising the feeling and happy with the proof that last week had not been a fluke, and that she was a genuinely orgasmic woman. Still holding her labia apart with his thumbs, Jon sucked at her clitoris, the suction drawing the diminutive bud into his mouth and feeding the little flame inside her pelvis. Then he held it between lip-padded teeth so that his tongue could work uninterrupted on its tip, flicking across it softly then firmly, slowly then quickly, all the time pulling it into his mouth. The warmth began to spread, causing her to clench her teeth and making her hands grip tighter onto her bent back legs. Jon knew exactly what effect he was having, and he didn't intend to stop until he had brought her once more to a climax. Julia put back her head, closed her eyes and let the sensations engulf her. Back and forth went his tongue, then up and down, then in circular movements, all the time playing and stimulating the end of her clitoris, all the time sending shafts of pure pleasure running through her. "Oh, oh, Jon, I think I'm going to cum soon. You won't stop will you?" Stopping was not on his agenda, not even to tell her so, and he simply carried on licking her faster still, his tongue lapping at her clitoris, straying briefly down her cleft to her entrance, back again to lap once more on her button, never stopping, never letting up the intense stimulation of his mouth on her pussy. She groaned again, feeling her orgasm getting closer, a ball of hot ecstasy growing hotter and more urgent with every pass of his tongue. It couldn't go on forever, her toes were literally curling, her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth was in an involuntary grimace and her body was beginning to jerk and shudder as little tremors swept through her. The Late Starter Ch. 02 And then she was there. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, like fire it engulfed her being, leaving her totally unaware of anything outside the sensation of his tongue on her body. She could feel her muscles spasm, making her buck and jolt like an uncontrolled marionette, making her utter meaningless noises, pleasure sounds that made no sense. She wasn't used to such being so out of control and the sensation frightened her a little, but she could do no other than let it happen and allow herself to be swept along on this surge of pleasure. This, only her third ever orgasm, was stronger, and lasted longer, than her two previous ones, and as it finally began to subside she wondered just how powerful they could get and if she would be able to handle them. As soon as he was sure it was over Jon stopped licking and kissing her pussy and looked up, resting his chin on her pubes and smiling up at her wet faced. Julia released her legs and gently draped them, aching and trembling, over his shoulders. She lay back on the bed, breathless and sweaty, trying to come to terms with her happiness at her new and exciting life. "Thank you, Jon." She said eventually, still breathing hard. "But what about you?" "We're not finished yet." He replied, grinning. "You're not in any hurry, are you?" "Well, no, but..." She began. "Then neither am I!" He cut her short, wriggling his chin playfully among her pubic hair. "I never expected to have that done to me." She said, not talking about his chin. "But you said you wanted to try anything and everything, didn't you?" Jon asked. "Yes, and I'm not complaining." "Well, sweetheart, that was just the beginning. As the saying goes, 'you ain't seen nothin' yet'." As he spoke Jon began to rise, sliding Julia's legs sideways from his shoulders so that he came to his knees between them, his hard cock roughly level with her pussy. He pushed her legs apart and shuffled forward, and Julia 'mmm'ed in anticipation of him entering her for only the second time. But again he had other ideas, and instead of pushing into her he simply pressed his cock against her clitoris and began to rub the one against the other. "Aren't you going to fuck me?" She asked, surprised at his action. "Soon, but not yet." He grinned conspiratorially as he replied, as if he had everything planned out. At first he rubbed the head of his cock against her quite softly and slowly, but soon she could see that it was having a distinct effect on him and he speeded up, rubbing his cock back and forth across her clit, generating in her the same sort of excitement that he himself was feeling. Even though she had only recently climaxed she was feeling aroused once more and wanting to feel him inside her, and especially to feel him cum inside her like the last time. He was making her clitoris throb with desire, a lovely warm gentle comforting throb that made her smile inside rather then the urgent overpowering urge of an impending climax. Soon Jon was clearly on the way to cumming; he was grunting and gasping as he looked down to where his cock was touching her pussy, its head moving rapidly across her clitoris. He was also beginning to thrust involuntarily, rhythmically pushing himself harder against her, with his hand now moving just slightly erratically, as if unable to keep a steady tempo. Julia could feel the vague sensation of a new orgasm stirring inside her, but she knew with a pang of that Jon would get there long before she was ready. She longed for the time when they would both orgasm simultaneously. Suddenly Jon pulled away from her and knelt as high as he could, at the same time moving forward so that his cock was clear of her pubes and in full view. Then he closed his eyes and began to masturbate rapidly, wanking himself furiously just inches above her stomach. Julia looked on in incredulous excitement, never having dreamt of ever seeing a man bring himself off she was now torn between the need to watch and the disappointment that his spunk was not going to be released inside her. Where it actually was going did not really occur to her until Jon groaned loudly and thrust his hips forward as an enormous spurt of his cum arced from his cock to splatter down across her belly and her right breast. She looked down in astonished pleasure just as a second spurt flooded across her chest between the breasts, with one large blob landing on her cheek. Again he pushed himself forward and released a third stream over her body, this time mainly falling as large blobs and dollops on her other breast, covering the nipple in creamy fluid. She opened her mouth, vainly hoping that the next squirt would let her taste him, but his ejaculations were now beginning to taper away and didn't reach as high as the early ones, landing mainly across the smooth skin of her stomach. As his climax petered out Jon slumped forward to prop himself up with one hand on the bed, head hanging and panting, while Julia gazed at him envious of his lack of inhibitions and wanting the time to come when she too could be so open. After a moment she felt a trickle of his spunk running down her side onto the bed, bringing her back to the reality of a cum-covered body. Suddenly aware of wetness on her face she ran her finger hesitantly over her cheek, wiping away the gob of cum that had landed there, taking her fingers to her mouth and cautiously touching them with the tip of her tongue. That very first tiny taste of Jon's cum surprised Julia. It had nothing of the slimy feel she expected, but instead tasted slightly salty, slightly astringent, and very erotic, making her wonder how it would feel for him to cum in her mouth. Gingerly she placed her hands over her breasts, feeling his cum sliding under her fingers, making her skin wet and slippery as if from soap. With that sensation in mind she began to fondle her breasts, feeling the slickness of his spunk being massaged into her skin. She sighed contentedly, running her hands all over her spunk splattered body, sorry not to have been fucked this time but happy at this latest fabulous sensation. Looking down, she could see her body, shiny and slippery as if oiled, her pubic hair matted with blobs of cum. She reached down, running a hand across her pubes, gathering up his cum and redistributing it over her belly and gasping as she accidentally touched her own erect clitoris in the process. "You can finish yourself off if you want." Jon's voice penetrated her sexy haze, willing her to go further. "Can I?" For a moment Julia really wanted to, but then reality intervened. "No, I can't. I'm not ready for that yet." She had never masturbated in her entire life and couldn't quite bring herself to try. "That's ok." He smiled affectionately. "There's no rush." Julia picked up on the implication that sooner or later he expected it to happen and wondered briefly if it actually would. It might well, she finally admitted to herself, knowing how pleasant it was to run her hands over herself with him watching her. He climbed back onto the bed and lay on his side next to her, watching her hands gliding over her cum-shiny skin and smiling quietly with the realisation that she was giving more attention to her breasts than anywhere else. She was very vaguely pleasuring herself without knowing it. He wondered how long it would take before Julia realised her full potential, she was certainly a much more sexual person than she realised. He just hoped he would still be around to enjoy it. Most of Jon's cum had now disappeared into Julia's skin and she reluctantly stopped massaging herself as the lubrication wore away, pouting in mock regret before shyly smiling at him. Then she rolled on her side to face him and draped an arm around his shoulder, looking searchingly into his face. "Did you mind my doing that?" She asked after a minute or so. "You didn't say anything so I assumed you liked it." "No way did I mind! Did you mind my cumming on you?" He hoped he already knew the answer. "No, I loved it." She giggled. "Although I must admit I didn't expect it." They lay quietly just staring into each others eyes, but then Julia dropped her gaze. "I was glad you did that." She began. "I know this will sound ridiculous and you'll put it down to me being a silly desperate woman, but it was as if you were marking me as your own, and I want to be yours" She paused, looking a little uncomfortable, but then she continued hurriedly as she saw traces of alarm in his eyes. "I don't mean I want to marry you or anything like that. I'm not expecting this thing between us to last at all. No, I just mean I want to be your plaything while we are in bed." She was not finding the words easy to find. "I don't have the knowledge or experience to take the lead between us, but I wouldn't want to in any case. I just want to be the woman you take your pleasure with and the woman you do things to." Jon suddenly realised that Julia was trying to explain to him, without really knowing herself what she meant, that she had found mild submissive tendencies. "I understand." He told her. "You would sooner I just do something, rather then asking you." "Exactly!" She smiled happily, relieved that he had understood. "Don't worry about what I want - I don't know what I want, anyway." "You want everything, don't you? That's what you said before." He teased her, but she took him seriously. "Ooh! That makes me sound like a slut. And maybe I am." She thought about that for a moment. "But I think what I actually said was that I want to try everything that you would enjoy doing to me." "There's quite a lot." He cautioned her. "Good." Said Julia firmly. "And I'm ready when you are." Jon slid from the bed, went around her side and pulled her into a sitting position in front of him. "It look's like I'm not ready yet, though. You'll have to help me out." She looked at him mystified, until he reached for his flaccid cock, still slightly damp with his cum, and guided it towards her mouth. Finally, she understood what he wanted and opened her mouth to receive him. Another new sensation, something else she'd never dreamed she would do, and once again the reality was nothing like her expectation. She could taste traces of his cum, but his cock didn't taste 'dirty' or 'nasty' - whatever they might taste like - but instead it tasted of him, of his maleness, and it made that nice soft throbbing feel return to her pussy. She took it as far into her mouth as she could, initially letting it lie soft and inert on her tongue as she sucked on it, but then, as it began to twitch and stir slightly, she started running her tongue around and under it, feeling it beginning to swell in response to her attentions. Julia didn't know how long man took to regenerate, but she had expected it to be longer than this and she took satisfaction and comfort from the knowledge that she could arouse a man so easily. There was, she told herself proudly, hope for the old dog yet. As Jon's cock swelled and lengthened in her mouth she found herself no longer able to contain its full length, and so she put her hand around his shaft to keep it steady, feeling its beautifully warm hardness under her fingers. I've had this whole thing inside me, she told herself smugly, and I will again -- and please make it soon, she added in silent prayer. Now, with his cock back to full size, Julia was able to grip the base with her hand and then slide her mouth up and down the shaft, purposely imitating its action inside her vagina and not realising that she was instinctively giving Jon a classic blow job, something he would explain to her later. Jon's hands went around her head, holding onto her hair, preventing her from pulling away, even though she wouldn't want to. Then he stood in front of her, fingers entangled in her hair, guiding, almost forcing, her mouth up and down his shaft, while she played with the base of his cock, sometimes cupping his balls and rolling the unfamiliar spheres in her palm. At the same time she sucked hard on him as if trying to empty his balls by suction alone, while inside her mouth her tongue was licking at his cock, sliding over his glans and around the head. Under this kind of treatment Jon soon began to react, closing his eyes and making little growling noises as his balls started to fill once more. "Kneel on the bed." He told her suddenly. She looked up at him uncomprehending, her mouth still wrapped around his cock. "Get on all fours on the bed, in the middle." This time she understood and moved to obey, kneeling facing the headboard as he climbed onto the bed behind her. She had a vague idea of his intentions but she wasn't quite correct, and it was an exciting surprise to feel his hands grasp her buttocks and spread them apart. She knew he had a first class view of her again, this time from a different angle, and the thought aroused her instantly. Gone was the shy virginal Julia and in her place knelt a randy woman metaphorically surrounded by discarded inhibitions. "You can see my bottom." She accused him, pretending reluctance. "Yes." He answered automatically, not really taking a lot of notice as he shuffled closer to her. "Yes, I can see your bottom." "What else can you see?" She was breathing hard. Then he remembered her request for him to 'talk dirty'. "I can see your cunt, and my dick just about to go into it. You are wet, so wet your juices are running out of you." He was moving right up behind her and guiding his cock towards her pussy. "My cunt." She whispered the word, savouring the new obscenity and her daring at pronouncing it. "Fuck my cunt, please Jon. Fuck me hard." Julia had hardly got the words out before his cock head was pressing against her entrance and sliding inside. She gasped with quiet pleasure as she felt him take hold of her hips and push himself fully home, burying his cock as deep inside her as it would go. For a few seconds they remained that way, just absorbing the feeling, before he began to thrust into her, their new position making her feel deliciously subservient. Jon's thrusts were slow and careful, but forceful, pushing hard and deep into her so that his pubes were pressed hard against her bottom with each stroke, his hands gripping her hips the only thing that prevented her from being pushed onto her face. For some reason she liked it that way, perhaps because he felt so masterful, perhaps because she knew she held all of him inside her, and perhaps even a combination of both. But whichever it was, above all she loved the feeling of being used, the feeling that she, Julia, the long time virgin, was giving pleasure to a man and that he wanted her to. The unfamiliar idea of being a sex object stimulated Julia and gradually the ember of arousal still deep within her flared back into life. "Oh, yes, that's getting me there." She needed to let him know. Now Jon, conscious of her recent deflowering and until then deliberately going easy, reacted to her words and his own increased arousal and began to thrust a little faster, picking up speed and strength as he assured himself of her comfort, until soon he was fucking her full on, hammering into her, jolting her body and making her gasp from the force of his strokes. He could feel his balls begin to tighten as his cum began to gather ready for his climax and, especially because he had already cum only a short while before, he was surprised at the intensity that was building. Julia dropped onto her elbows, deliberately pushing her bottom higher into the air, wanting to ensure that Jon knew he could have her however he wanted, that she had emotionally given him her body for his use. She wanted to be used, fucked, taken - whatever word fitted, just to become Jon's toy to do with as he wished. It was a strange and alien feeling to be so passive, but it was getting her closer and closer to cumming again. Jon's second orgasm naturally took a little longer than his first, but the highly erotic sight of Julia knelt before him with her bottom so lewdly displayed made sure it wasn't long delayed. Before long he was groaning loudly as his balls tightened ready to expel his spunk. His noises brought Julia's own orgasm closer and she too began to moan and gasp, with each of them now feeding the other's arousal. Suddenly Jon gripped her hips in vice like hands and rammed himself into her, his customary climactic growl almost a bellow as he burst into her, spurting against her cervix in gout after gout of thick hot cream. Jon's climax triggered Julia's own orgasm, and the two of them jerked and bucked together, slamming themselves at each other in an effort to force him deeper into her. Julia was sure she could feel his cum splashing against her cervix, and that intensified her orgasm so much that for a short time the whole world dwindled to a tiny point of consciousness inside her head. Even as her head cleared she felt weak and lifeless, hostage to the waves of pleasure rolling through her on and on. Jon was holding her tight by the hips and still pushing at her, though less and less forcefully as his climax slowly died away. When he finally finished he released her and she promptly collapsed face down on the bed, her entire body trembling and shaking from the sheer power of her orgasm. "Jesus." She managed to gasp. "I can't cope with many like that." Jon slumped to the bed beside her and she rolled over to hold his hand. "What we did to each other, is that classed as kinky?" She asked him after a minute or so. "You mean doing oral sex?" He looked at her questioningly. "I don't think so. But one person's kinky is another's normal, so who's to say?" "Shame. I wanted to have done something kinky?" They lapsed back into silence and just lay quietly holding hands. "I can understand people smoking after sex." She said suddenly, inexplicably. "So can I, Jules, I think it must be the friction that does it." Jon said it so straight faced that for a moment Julia thought he was being serious, but then the penny dropped and they both burst into gales of laughter. It was a good way to finish a good afternoon. The Late Starter Ch. 03 Julia lay in bed thinking about her how her life had changed. Only a couple of weeks ago she had been a thirty six year old virgin who believed that sex was a rather messy affair that women had to put up with for the sake of men and that because she intended to remain single it would never have to concern her. Now she had a lover who was twelve years her junior, her virginity was in the past, and she had a very enjoyable sex life. How things had changed. It was as if meeting Jon had removed her blindfold and let her see the real world, where men and women enjoy each other equally. She couldn't explain how or why it had happened, but she had allowed him to open her up to sexual intimacy and he had become both her teacher and her guide in the bedroom. Now she accepted Jon's guidance willingly, to her innocent mind he seemed to be so expert, and she was continually amazed and thrilled by the way her body responded to the new pleasures he found for her. Of course she realised that she was still very naive and unskilled about almost all things sexual, but she genuinely wanted to be taught and to experience everything she could, and she was learning quickly in his hands, enthusiastically accepting the change in her approach to sex and wondering why she had waited so long. Her life had changed beyond recognition in a very short time, and she was so very thankful that it had. Symptomatic of her changed life was the very fact that she now lay in bed naked. Up until meeting Jon she would have been horrified at the very idea of sleeping with nothing on - it just wasn't done - but now she found her nakedness liberating and exciting. She smiled to herself at this thought and ran her hands down the length of her body as if checking on her nudity, shivering slightly in wicked delight. She couldn't help but wonder why she found being naked so stimulating, and especially why she liked Jon to see her that way. All her life she had been a shy person, so that was certainly not something she had expected to happen, and yet to be naked in his sight gave her a distinct buzz. And it wasn't just being naked; she especially wanted him to see the intimate parts of her body, and most especially the wanted to expose them to him brazenly and openly. She had first realised this when he had held open her legs and stared at her exposed pussy, looking directly at it for the first time. At first her mind had recoiled, but the thrill of him seeing her private parts soon overtook her inhibitions and she let herself enjoy his gaze. Then there had been a moment when he had taken her from behind, and she knew that as he entered her she was shamelessly showing him her little bum-hole, the most personal little bit of her entire body, and yet she revelled in her display. Why, she wondered, did she enjoy behaving so wantonly, and would it happen if someone else saw her? There was also one particular incident when she and Jon were together that shook and excited her even as she thought about it afterwards. On that occasion Jon had masturbated over her, ejaculating while she watched and covering her with dollops of his cum. That in itself was no problem; if truth be told the feel of his warm cum raining down on her had only turned her on even more than she already was, and in fact she had run her hands over her own wet skin, smearing herself with his cream and massaging it into her flesh. And that was what bothered her when she thought about it later, simply because of the lascivious way she had done it in front of him, making sure that he watched her spread his cum over her breasts, belly and pubes, almost as if she was putting on a show for his benefit. But even more disturbing was her reaction to a suggestion he then made. As she had rubbed his cum into herself she had accidentally flicked the end of her own erect clitoris with the tip of her finger, something that brought a surprised gasp to her lips. Jon had noticed this and suggested that, if she was that horny, he wouldn't mind if she wanted to give herself a climax. It concerned her that she almost did as he suggested. The idea that he might watch her masturbate, to see her play with herself like a whore, was so appealing that she actually hesitated for several seconds before regretfully declining. In fact, if she was honest with herself, the only reason she refused was the fact that she had never masturbated in her life and didn't really know how to. But there was no getting away from it; she had desperately wanted to show herself to him in the most abandoned manner. Even thinking about it now was making her feel so damn horny. Again she ran her hands over her body, luxuriating in the feel of her own bare skin and wishing Jon was there to look at her. Then, in her head she pretended that he was, and she opened her legs under the duvet and imagined that he could see her. She put her hands to her breasts, sliding the over and around her twin mounds, pretending once more that she was massaging his cum into her flesh. Her mind's eye could see him, his gaze wandering from where she caressed her breasts down to look between her legs and see the moisture that she knew was beginning to shine there. The fantasy was as clear and bright as if he stood there staring down at her. She kicked the duvet away over the edge of the bed to heighten the effect and let her imaginary spectator stare directly at her pussy, opening her thighs as wide as she could. Then she ran her hands down in between her legs and held open her own pussy lips, pulling them wide apart and showing herself to the empty bedroom. Just the thought of being actually watched was turning her on tremendously. She groaned softly to the room, wishing, just wishing, that someone could see her. Touching her pussy felt good, even just holding it open felt delightfully sinful, she acknowledged, so how much more depraved would she feel if she started to play with herself? Should she try it? Should she, or even could she, try to do the thing that Jon had wanted her to? If she was ever to start, then right now, while she was hot, naked and in private, was a good time. After all, she felt ready enough. Yes, goddamn it, she argued to herself, do it now, strike while the pussy's hot! If she practised now, then she wouldn't have to refuse again if Jon ever wanted her to do it for him. She made her decision, wriggled into a more comfortable and unambiguously sexy position and then, with dry lips and a pounding heart; she began to masturbate for the very first time in her life. Tentatively and very gently she touched the tip of her clitoris with her right forefinger, so gently that she could hardly feel it. Then, instinctively holding her breath, she began to move it as she remembered Jon doing, pressing down lightly and using just a slow soft circular movement that both rubbed across her clit and bent it to each side in turn. The effect was immediate, a little ripple of the same pleasure that Jon had produced ran through her, making her release her breath with a gasp and smile widely to herself from pure exhilaration. She rubbed her clit a little harder, quickly convinced that she could do it for herself and that soon she would cum from her own efforts, and her eyes were bright with excitement as she worked towards that goal. Without thinking she had placed her free hand over her breast, finding her nipple as hard and engorged as her clit and repeating the same actions, rubbing it with her thumb while her fingers massaged the firm flesh of her breast. Then, as the finger on her clit sped up and its action became heavier, so she rubbed her nipple harder until she was pushing it hard against her breast with each movement. She sighed with pleasure and surrendered herself back to her fantasy, her minds eye once more encouraging Jon to look at her. She closed her eyes to make her mental picture more vivid, secure in the privacy of her bedroom and able to let her imagination take over. Jon stood at the foot of the bed, staring straight between her thighs at the finger working so industriously on her clitoris. He smiled at her encouragingly and, as she smiled gratefully back, he was suddenly without clothes, standing completely nude with his erection standing proud before him. "You do it too." She told him silently and his hand closed around his shaft. Now both Julia and her phantom lover were matching each other for pace, their fingers running over themselves in unison, Jon slowing when she did and speeding up as she played faster. With her eyes tight shut she watched his hand stroking his shaft while he bent slightly to reach down and cup his balls with the other one. She groaned quietly to herself as her imagery stimulated her even more and played with herself a little harder. "Do you like watching me play with myself?" She asked him, beginning an imaginary conversation prompted by her growing arousal. "Of course I do." His voice spoke back. "Do you like to see my cunt?" Her need was generating the coarse language. "Very much. Always let me see your cunt." "I will, I like showing you my cunt." She told him. "I like my cunt to be seen when I'm hot and wet like I am now." "Does my cunt look good?" She kept up the exchange in her head, using the 'c' word as an aphrodisiac. Her fingers were now flying over her clit and mauling her breasts, and her hips were beginning to gyrate of their own accord, just lifting her body clear of the bed to give any watchers a better view. In her head Jon was also wanking furiously, his hand pistoning up and down his shaft and little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. She watched him in her mind, wanting to feel again that rain of cum falling on her skin when he came. "It looks fabulous; any man who saw it would want to fuck it." Jon's voice spoke to her again. "Any man?" Jon's image nodded behind her tightly closed eyes. "Then perhaps more people should see it. Can I show it to other people?" Jon nodded again and suddenly her imagination conjured up several more men, standing to either side of Jon, all naked and all sporting rigid erections. "Oh, that's better." She felt a real thrill from her imaginary shamelessness and she strained her legs wider open to please her make-believe audience, alone and safe in the privacy of her own home. Now, indulging her fantasy further, her new spectators began to wank, matching their speed to Jon's. She was no longer rubbing her clit with one fingertip, now, without even thinking about it, she had gone to two fingers, trapping her little nub between them and rapidly brushing it from side to side. Her other hand was now concentrating solely on her left nipple, rolling its length between finger and thumb while tugging at it mercilessly. It hurt, but the pain was good, taking her to greater peaks of arousal. She wanted to be even more blatant in her display. "Can you all see?" She asked the viewers, who dutifully nodded. "Would you like to see my bum?" She didn't even wait to imagine the answer, but pulled her legs right back, rolling herself backwards to expose her bottom to the bedroom. Then reaching down she pulled open her cheeks with two of her fingers while stroking her little anus with a third. As she ran her fingertip lightly over her little puckered hole she could feel the wet slipperiness of the lubricant that had trickled down from her pussy. She was surprised just how erotic it felt to play with her bottom, a place she had never associated with sex and a place she had certainly expected to touch in that way. But she enjoyed it, both from flaunting herself so unashamedly and from the actual sensation of her fingertip tracing around her entrance. This, she felt, was wicked depravity at its best, and her breath was catching in her throat and her heart was racing from excitement at what she was doing. Would she ever, she wondered, have the nerve to do it for a real audience, one that existed in the bedroom instead of just in her head? She thrilled and shocked herself by hoping that one day she would. "Will you cum all over me?" She asked soundlessly, the thought of being covered in cum causing her own orgasm to start to build. "Make sure you shoot some on my bum hole." She couldn't explain, but the idea of hot cum, even imaginary hot cum, trickling around her crack and over her anus was so very exciting. Her bottom had suddenly become the temporary focus of her attention. For a little longer she lay curled back, holding her cheeks apart and running her finger tip over and around her anus, but then, as the position eventually became uncomfortable she relaxed a little and let her feet descend back to the bed, her hand returning to her pussy. Now she was too hot, too urgent, to play gently with her clit. She needed some way to demonstrate her arousal to her audience, some way to show just how stimulating she found their make-believe presence. So instead of tracing their path all the way up to her clitoris she stopped her fingers at her vagina and plunged two of them deeply into her passage, burying them in her wetness right up to her knuckles. She cried out, both in her fantasy and in real life, the sensation too powerful to ignore. Her orgasm was getting closer, the fire burning brighter, spreading its warmth right through her being. She was beginning to be familiar with the sensations of an approaching climax and she knew that it would not be long before it overwhelmed her, and that very soon her fantasy audience would see her as she wanted to be seen, jerking and bucking out of control in a full force orgasm. She looked back to her watchers behind her eyelids, anxious to be sure that her fantasy was holding and that they were still looking at her. They were there, still staring openly at the junction of her widespread legs, where her fingers were plunging impatiently in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Not only was she still being watched, but there were now more faces watching her, not men this time, but women. The men watching now each had a naked woman standing beside him at an angle, their eyes watching Julia at play while their hands reached across to their partner's cock. She didn't notice that Jon had gone, faded from her mind with the delight of having a larger audience. Where the women had come from Julia had no idea, she was sure that she hadn't deliberately conjured them up, but for some reason she found displaying herself to a mixed mental audience was helping the growing strength of her impending orgasm. Even so, she wondered what they were there for and what they were supposed to do. "Are you going to fuck?" She asked them soundlessly. "Would you like us to?" The chorused reply came back as a question. "Can I watch?" She asked. This time they nodded, smiling eagerly, and went to lie on the beds that had appeared either side of her own. There was no foreplay in her fantasy, the women simply lay down and opened their legs ready to receive their men, lying parallel to Julia and turning their faces towards her so that she could se their expressions. The men now took up their positions between their partners thighs and smiled questioningly at Julia as if asking her consent to continue. "Don't ask, just fuck. I want to see you fuck." It was true; she did want to fantasize about seeing others fuck. Not only that, at that moment she realised just how much she really did want to watch other people, and how much her exhibitionism was coupled with a definite voyeuristic streak. She had slowed her movements almost to a stop as her mind adjusted her fantasy, but now, as the men pushed themselves into their women, her fingers began once more to plunge forcefully into her pussy. She turned her head from once side to the other, watching each couple in turn, seeing the men rising and falling on top of their partners as they drove into them. She could see that the women lay passively accepting the cock inside them, looking towards her, but lost in the pleasures of being fucked, their mouths slightly open, and with their arms wrapped tightly around their man. The image excited her and she plunged harder and faster into herself, her orgasm building once again. Julia watched her fantasy unfold, wondering what she would see next, but at the same time knowing that she was in control and that she could direct the action. With this in mind she tried to steer her visions in the direction she wanted, to make the couples' turn on the bed so that she could see the man actually entering the women and watch their cocks thrusting in and out of the imaginary pussies. But for a while the phantom lovers resisted, doggedly staying parallel to her, letting her see the movements but not the penetration. "Let me see." She demanded mentally, but her characters ignored her, continuing to fuck alongside her, showing signs of approaching orgasms but no sign of letting her see what she needed to. "Come on. Let me look at your cunts." She didn't even realise that she had addressed her demands directly to the women. That seemed to make the difference, although she had no idea why, and figures finally complied, all turning so that she could see up between their legs, up where cocks pushed their way into cunts, flexing and pushing at pussy lips, slipping, sliding in and out, thrusting hard, gentle, slow, fast, a complex of all varied kinds of intercourse surrounding her, reminding her of what she had missed out on over so many years. "Don't worry, it won't happen again. I'm gonna fuck all the time now." She told them, as if they wanted to know and could understand. She looked inside her head at the myriad of wet pussies, distended by the hard cocks that pounded into them, revelling in her new found mental freedom, pleased to watch and be watched as she worked herself nearer and nearer to cumming. God, but his was good, she couldn't think of anything that would make her hotter, except maybe having Jon actually and really watch her do it to herself, just as he had wanted. Then perhaps she could share the excitement and have real sex in the company of others, let real people see her in the throes of orgasm and watch others equally out of control. With her heart pounding and her breathing heavy from this new thought she took a last mental look at the people fucking beside her bed and went for broke, fingering herself madly and talking out loud instead of just within her head, intent on making herself cum as strongly as she possibly could. "I'm going to cum soon." She called out, plunging her fingers into herself with an audible squelch. "Watch me cum, look at me when I cum." She was shouting now. She hooked the tips of her fingers, instinctively knowing that raking her fingertips along the roof of her passage would intensify the sensations. With her fingers now squirming madly away inside her Julia began to rub the heel of her hand against her clit, combining the two best sensations and bringing the intensity of her pleasure to new heights. "My Lord!" She gasped the words, her hips rising from the bed. She looked at her fantasy companions, satisfied to see that they were all staring straight at her, watching her cum even though they too were juddering and jerking and their own climaxes were obviously about to engulf them. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, look at me, I'm cumming, keep looking." Her pelvis jerked uncontrollably, her toes curled, her heels dug in, and her back lifted from the bed as her orgasm finally exploded inside her. For what seemed like eternity wave after wave of ecstasy rolled from her pussy to engulf the rest of her. No longer could she make intelligible sounds, but she just moaned and grunted as the power overwhelmed her senses. Her body strained in an arch, only her shoulders and heels touching the bed, while her fingers still pistoned in and out to feed her climax. Her face went red, muscles stood out all over her body, and her free hand scrabbled at the bed, looking for an anchor to secure to. The Late Starter Ch. 03 Then it was over and she collapsed back onto the bed, panting and sweating, completely spent, her fingers now resting limp and unmoving just inside her vagina. Her audience had dissolved with her passing orgasm, leaving her used up and lifeless; and not a little confused. The first thing she did as she began to collect her wits was to take a quick look around to be sure that the windows were closed and that neighbours could not have heard her crying out. Satisfied about that and with her embarrassment saved, she lay back, still breathing heavily, and thought about what she had done. She had proved to herself that she could make herself orgasm and enjoy doing it, but she had also allowed herself to fantasize, to visualise things in order to increase her arousal and add to her pleasure. That, to her, was a bonus, she knew most women did it, but she hadn't thought that she was liberated enough, or imaginative enough, to do so herself. The only thing that bothered her at all was the subject matter. Did she really want other people, men and women, to watch her masturbate, or maybe even have full sex? Did she really want people to see her body, to see her most intimate parts? And did she really want to watch others as they made love? She asked the questions of herself, but she already knew the answers. It was a marvellous dream, something to fantasize about while she played, but it was never likely to be more than that. Yes, she had already come a long way from her time as an aging virgin, but probably not that far. Her lifelong moral code would be hard put to stand for it.