2 comments/ 80921 views/ 2 favorites Enlightenment By: BigDave1340 Della decided to take a bath. It had been a long hot day, and she wanted a good long soak to take away the stresses and strains of another hard day at work. Della is a fundraiser for a local voluntary marriage guidance association. Her day starts at 10am and goes on until she’s finished - sometimes at midday, other times as late as 9pm. She’d finished today at 8:30, and felt completely shattered. The heat wave hadn’t helped any either since the air conditioning in the office had failed. The caretaker had called the service department and they had promised to be there to fix it by early afternoon; they still hadn’t showed when Della locked the office up at 8:30. Roger was working afternoon shift and wasn’t due home until 11pm. He too would want a soak, so, Della decided to run a hot bath at about 10:30 and then wait for Roger to arrive home and join her. She placed a bottle of white wine in an ice bucket and placed two glasses at the foot of the bath. Within minutes, the heat had begun to take effect, relaxing Della into a deep snooze. Roger and Rhys had decided to pop into their local pub for a quick beer. They gulped them down and strolled up the street. Roger offered Rhys another beer before they parted at the next junction. Rhys accepted the offer and they headed for Roger’s place. Roger, thinking Della might be in bed, opened the door quietly. The upstairs landing light was still on, a habit Della had for as long as Roger had known her - 15 years now. Roger poured Rhys a beer and they sat quietly sipping. Rhys asked if he could use the toilet; he knew where the bathroom was, so he quietly made his way upstairs so as not to disturb Della’s sleep. The light in the bathroom was on and the door wide open. Rhys didn’t think anything of it. He pulled out his cock as he walked through the bathroom door and stood at the pan and began to pee. Della, hearing the splashes of urine in the pan, awoke. Her eyes were out of focus - she had removed her spectacles; she was extremely short sighted. She thought the hazy figure standing at the toilet pan was Roger. “Why don’t you come in, it’s just right for a nice relaxing bath,” she told him. Rhys almost jumped out of his skin. He hadn’t expected to see Della in the bath behind the door. He turned quickly, in mid pee, and sprayed his urine over the floor and into the bath onto Della’s stomach. “Oh aye, in that sort of mood are we?” she asked playfully. Rhys didn’t know what to say. He had met Della several times, and he had to admit, he did fancy her. She was 5’2”, about 120lbs, big tits with large nipples, a clean-shaven pussy that exposed several folds of labia and a pierced belly button. Her strawberry blonde hair was halfway down her back, but she had raised and tied it on top of her head to prevent it from getting wet in the bath. He didn’t realise that she was so short sighted. He thought she knew who he was and that she was making advances on him. He paused for a moment in shock, then decided ‘what the hell’, he dropped his trousers, lifted his t-shirt above his head, then stood in the bath, Della’s head was just the right height for her to take his cock in her mouth as she sat up to make room for her husband. Della still hadn’t realised it was Rhys. Rhys and Roger were the same build and colouring; some thought they were cousins. She took Rhys’s cock in her mouth and began to lick its purple head. She tasted the saltiness of a drop of urine that had moistened him when peeing. She didn’t mind, she knew it would disappear as soon as she whetted her lips again. Della felt his cock grow instantly. ‘Roger musts be horny tonight,’ she thought as he usually took a bit of fluffing up to get hard. Then she noticed the thickness and length weren’t quite right. She pulled back and squinted her eyes. She almost screamed as she realised it wasn’t Roger. “Don’t stop now, babe,” Rhys told her. Della didn’t know whether to shout and scream, stand and run into the bedroom, or just continue giving Roger’s friend a blowjob. She froze for five seconds or so, then stood, grabbing hold of a towel and ran into the bedroom. Rhys laughed. Roger could hear his friend’s laugh and decided to investigate. Rhys told Roger what had happened, explaining he didn’t realise she was so shortsighted and thinking she was a bit of a goer when she invited him into her bath. Roger felt angry and turned on at the same time. His friend had just stuck his cock in Della’s mouth and had her to blow him. Roger went into the bedroom to find Della in bed with the sheets pulled over her head. Roger saw the funny side of it all now and began to laugh; Rhys was still laughing in the bathroom. “What’s so funny?” Della asked. “You,” Roger replied. She pulled the sheets back, exposing her abdomen, still moist with bath water; anger on her face. Then, after a few moments, she too saw that it was funny. They laughed together, as Roger sat on the edge of the bed. He caressed his wife and gave her a welcoming kiss. She returned with urgency. Della felt the desire to take Roger there and then. Something lit up inside that drove her to reach down and gently squeeze his cock through his trousers. Roger returned the act by fondling her tits and running his fingers down Della’s stomach, and burying his fingers into his wife’s damp pussy. He felt his cock harden as Della stroked its length through the material, her nails scratching the cloth causing a slight vibration. Della felt Roger’s fingers drive deep into her vagina. She loved to feel him in her. He knew exactly where to touch and immediately he had found her spot. He felt her pussy juices run down his fingers and onto the palm of his hand as she kissed him hard. Roger, now wanting to release his cock from its confines, knelt and allowed Della to unzip and unbutton his trousers. She pulled them down, his cock slapping her face in the process. She giggled and then placed the tip of his cock onto her lips. She tasted her husband. He too tasted salty. He had been at work all day and had been perspiring, causing his cock to bath in a sea of salty sweat. She could smell his muskiness. The pheromones kicked in immediately. She took his length and sucked hard, her tongue pressing against the underneath of his shaft as she pulled away, only to reinsert it again for another long suck. Roger felt Della’s tongue dance on the underside of his cock. She was an excellent cock sucker and he loved having his cock sucked. She had made him cum many times this way, but she had never allowed him to cum in her mouth. Roger pulled his fingers out of Della’s pussy and licked them dry. He stood straight to make things more comfortable. He pushed Della onto her back and raised himself over her. Then, he slowly lowered his body onto his wife, allowing his weight to force his cock into her pussy. His penetration was deep and smooth. He began to fuck his wife slowly at first, but his rhythm increased as he felt the urge building inside. He pounded hard at her vagina, her labia wrapped around his shaft, her pussy sucking on his shaft. He felt himself cum. He loved to leave his cock inside Della, but she had been ill the previous week and Della’s contraception had warned that it may be ineffective during certain illnesses, and that was one of them. He pulled out and let his semen splatter over her lightly stubbled pubis, running down the creases of her labia. They had both forgotten Rhys. Rhys had stood at the bedroom door, watching the pair make love. His cock in his hand, he was in dire need of relief. Roger stood and turned, “Shit man, you startled me then. Put that away you perve.” “No way, I need relief and I need it now,” Rhys replied, masturbating furiously. Della watched, blushing with embarrassment as Roger’s friend masturbated in her bedroom, her lying on the bed, naked, and Roger with his trousers around his ankles. “Don’t you get that on the carpet,” Roger ordered. Rhys was on his final strokes, his semen rushing through tubes deep in his body. Rhys stumbled towards the bed; Della didn’t know what to do. She wanted to hide, but she also wanted to see this new, bigger cock explode. Rhys exploded all right, showering the bed with his semen, some of which landed on Della’s thigh. She felt it hit and she didn’t flinch. Rhys, now spent, began to feel embarrassed too. Apologetically, he left the bedroom, shouting as he ran down the stairs that he would see Roger tomorrow. Roger went after him, but by the time Roger reached the front door, Rhys was down the drive and halfway down the street. Della couldn’t believe what had just happened. She touched her thigh, feeling the slippery semen between her fingers. She raised her hand to her face and tasted Rhys’s sperm. It was sickly sweet and pungent. She hated it and she loved it. She wanted to taste more. There was a large puddle on the bed sheet next to her thigh. Again, she lifted her hand to her face, the sperm between her fingers, and then sticking out her tongue, she placed the semen in her mouth. Yes, there was no doubt about it, Rhys’s sperm tasted good. ‘Have I been missing out on Roger’s sperm all this time?’ she questioned herself. Della decided she would find out. Roger returned and they jumped into bed proper. In the darkness, they talked about their feelings; how the presence of Rhys had turned Della on, how Roger felt when he saw them in the bathroom with Rhys’s cock in her mouth. They both realised they wanted Rhys in their bed, but neither wanted to say it to the other. Della stroked Roger’s shaft, getting him hard again. She slipped under the sheets and took his cock into her mouth. It was the best oral sex Roger had had since the very first time, more than 15 years ago. Della could taste the remnants of Roger’s sperm and her juices on his cock. Excited and seeing visions of Rhys masturbating in her bedroom, made her extremely horny - but she wanted to taste Roger’s sperm. Minutes later, she had her wish. Roger felt his cum rise from deep within. He knew Della wanted to swallow, he had given her all the signs to warn her of his impending orgasm, and she had obviously ignored them. He tensed and let go - his semen splashing against the back of Della’s throat. Della almost gagged, but managed to swallow without spilling a drop. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘I do like the taste. After all these years, I finally pluck up the courage and swallow, and I like the taste.’ Della made sure Roger’s cock was bone dry. That night, they slept, but it wasn’t a good, deep sleep, it was a restless sleep, intermingled with dreams of sex parties and orgasms. *** The following day, Rhys was very apologetic when he bumped into Roger at work. He didn’t know what had come over him, how he misunderstood Della’s invite in the bathroom and his masturbating in the bedroom. Roger told him not to worry. It had resulted in Roger having the best ever blowjob. It had been worth it. He then explained that Della usually wore contact lenses and that was why Rhys had mistakenly taken her invite in the bathroom - Della thought Rhys was Roger. Rhys felt better, but still, he wanted to make up for his embarrassing behaviour. He told Roger he should have left when he found them making love; he shouldn’t have played the voyeur. Roger insisted again that Rhys had given Della the extra drive that resulted in the best blowjob ever. The lads took an extra half-hour lunch break and sipped an extra beer in the pub next door to the office where they worked. Roger told Rhys that his voyeurism must have made Della horny; nothing else could explain her actions. “Why don’t you come over this evening? The football game is on the box. We’ll open a few beers and enjoy the game.” Rhys shrugged his shoulders, unsure whether to take up the invite. “Come on, Della won’t be home until past nine tonight. The game will be just about over by then and we’ll slip down the pub afterwards.” Rhys thought about it, and then nodded, “Okay. I’ll be over around six-thirty.” *** The game went into extra time. The lads had sipped a few beers extra, and decided to give the pub a miss. “I’ll watch until full-time, then I’ll be off,” Rhys told Roger, aware that Della was due home anytime. “Fine,” shrugged Roger. Two minutes later, Della was home. She walked into the lounge, finding Rhys and Roger on the large sofa, directly in front of the television. She felt a little flush of embarrassment, but this soon faded when Roger asked her what sort of day she had had. She helped herself to a beer and offered the lads another fresh bottle. Della decided to take a shower. Roger escorted her upstairs and told her that by the time she’d finish, Rhys will have gone home. He told her how embarrassed Rhys was and apologetic all day. They smiled and kissed, Della stroking Roger through his denims, Roger pinching her ass as she turned into the bathroom. Della took her time showering. She took a fresh razor to her pubic stubble and powdered her delicate parts. She spent some time on her hair, and then applied some lipstick. ‘Rhys must have gone home by now,’ she thought, ‘I’ve been in here a good forty-five minutes.’ Della put on her favourite robe; a gift Roger had bought her whilst they holidayed in Thailand last year. She neglected to wear panties too. Tonight, she wanted Roger’s cock in her mouth again, and whilst shaving, she had massaged her clitoris, moistening her pussy and arousing her sexual appetite. Roger was in the kitchen placing empty bottles in the waste bin. He turned to see Della, robe opened, her skin soft and fresh beneath. He took her, wrapping his arms around her and kissed her passionately. Her clitoris craved for Roger’s touch. She squeezed his ass, telling him she was ready for sex. Roger was receptive. His cock began to swell in his denims, imprisoned and curled up in his briefs. Della undid his zipper and helped his cock escape. She knelt in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. She began where she left off from the night before. He too had last night on his mind. He felt himself reaching orgasm quickly. Again, he let out his usual signals to warn Della of his impending ejaculation. She pulled him closer as he fired pulse after pulse of hot sticky sperm into the back of her throat. Della stood and smiled, letting Roger see remnants of his sperm on her tongue. She placed a finger in her mouth and simulated sucking his cock. He kissed her, zipped up his denims, and then pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and opened them. “I’ll take a wine,” Della told Roger. He poured a glass and handed it to her. She followed him into the lounge. She almost dropped her glass trying to cover up when she saw Rhys on the sofa. “I thought you’d gone home,” Della exclaimed. “Yeah, I was just about to leave when Roger insisted I take another beer.” Della tied her robe and sat on Roger’s knee. She wanted sex and she wanted him now. Roger wanted Della too, but he also wanted to fuck her in front of his friend. Last night had excited him more than he had realised, and now, he wanted to show off his wife. He felt his cock stir again as Della shuffled to make herself comfortable on his lap. At that moment, Della noticed a spider run across the wooden floor. Della screamed ‘spider’ and jumped up, lifting her feet clear of the floor onto Roger’s lap. Her knees were now hugged against her chest. Roger and Rhys laughed as they saw the horror on Della’s face as she hugged herself in a foetal position. Her silk robe slid down her thighs to her hips, exposing her vagina to Rhys. Rhys couldn’t help but stare at Della’s shaven, pouting lips. Her dampness glistened, inviting him to enter. He felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch her, but he resisted. Della hadn’t noticed Rhys’s stare; she was busy watching the spider crawl through the crack in the French doors and escape into the conservatory. Della shivered as the thought of the spider crawling across her floor rushed through her veins like ice. Roger saw it though. He watched Rhys stare at his wife’s pussy. His cock hardened and Della felt its pulse. Roger’s mind flashed with thoughts of Rhys watching Della having sex. Della felt Roger’s cock swell under her. She saw Rhys stare at her exposed thighs, then she realised he wasn’t admiring her thighs; he had a clear view of her pussy. She didn’t know whether to cover up or ignore it. She felt her pussy moisten; she was beginning to like it. She stayed put, making out she was still afraid of the spider that had long gone now. Rhys looked up into Della’s eyes. He realised he’d been rumbled. He turned quickly away; embarrassed he’d been caught. Roger, now excited and hard, shifted slightly causing Della to slide off his lap onto the sofa between him and Rhys. Della naturally held out her hands as she unexpectedly slid forward, pressing against Rhys, her robe opening letting her breasts expose themselves as they rocked back and forth. Roger laughed as he saw Della try to cover up. Try wasn’t the right adjective though. She wanted Rhys to see her orbs, she wanted him to see her pussy, she wanted him to see she was horny, she wanted him in her mouth. Roger pulled Della’s arms back in a fake attempt to prevent her falling onto the floor. This only helped with her exposure. Her silk robe almost fell away from her shoulders. “I think I should leave,” Rhys said, standing. “No, wait,” Della took his arm. “Please stay.” Della explained how she was turned on, having someone watch her expose herself, how she had taken Rhys in her mouth, the taste of his cock. She turned to Roger and asked if it was all right for her to give Rhys a blowjob. Roger hesitated, thinking how excited he was and turned on with the thought of watching Della suck Rhys. He had never thought about sharing his wife until last night, and that was just about every other thought he’d had all day. He nodded and Della unzipped Rhys. She tugged his trousers and removed his shorts. She had a clear view tonight with her wearing contact lenses and she could see Rhys was a couple of inches bigger than Roger’s modest 6”; Rhys’s cock was fatter too. Della licked away the pre-cum from the tip of Rhys’s cock. He moaned softly as he felt her hot breath on his shaft, then her tongue followed by the sensation of his shaft being engulfed by her moist lips. She was good, really good. Rhys had had several long-term relationships but none of the girls gave as good head as Della. Della tasted Rhys’s pre-cum. She felt his cock pulse as she swallowed his shaft. It touched the back of her throat, almost making her gag. She stopped for a second, relaxed, then swallowed some more. She was soon nuzzling against his pubic hair and balls. Della cupped his sack in her left hand, feeling his large globes move about as he moaned in ecstasy. Her right hand squeezed his firm ass, her fingers sliding down between his cheeks. Then, without warning, she pushed hard, a finger bursting through and into his rectum. Rhys flinched in surprise as he felt her force a finger up to her third knuckle. Roger watched, eyes wide open. He stroked his cock, the foreskin sliding back and forth, lubricated by his pre-cum. He knew Della had pushed a finger into Rhys’s rectum as he saw him flinch as Della’s hand slid behind Rhys’s back. Della sucked hard, her tongue working his shaft. She explored Rhys’s rectum, looking for his g-spot and finding it. She felt his cock harden even more, like iron. It felt as tough it grew another inch in her mouth. Roger stood and removed his cloths. He knelt behind his wife, lifted her robe and placed the head of his cock against the crease of her ass. The pre-cum made it easy for him to slide the tip down and under her, eventually feeling the hot wetness of her opening. Guided by his right hand, he pressed, causing his cock to slip into Della’s pussy. He fucked his wife with long, slow strokes. Each penetration forced her onto Rhys’s cock. Enlightenment Della had never taken two cocks in one go. In fact, she had only fucked one other person before she met Roger, and that was at a drunken party at college. She felt Roger’s cock deep inside her vagina. She felt her juices begin to run down her inner thighs, something that very rarely occurred. Each thrust from Roger made her womb concave and her mouth take more cock. She loved the sensation. She felt herself cumming. Her orgasm was strong, causing her to muffle a scream as she applied pressure to Rhys’s cock, her teeth threatening to cause bruising. Rhys couldn’t take anymore and let his cock explode in her mouth. Della gulped his fluid down, trying not to spill any. But the excitement had given Rhys more cum than usual and she couldn’t cope with the large volume without gagging. Sperm dribbled onto her chin, dripping on the sofa. Roger saw the ecstasy on Rhys’s face as he emptied his manhood into Della. Roger felt Della’s pussy spasm as she soaked his balls and her thighs with her juices. He couldn’t remember when she was wetter. He too ejaculated deep inside Della, his cock pulsing and throbbing with each thrust, cum oozing from the eye of his cock. Della closed her eyes as Rhys’s cock slipped from her mouth. She wanted to feel Roger’s cock soften inside her. She loved having him cum inside, feeling him soften and eventually slip out as his sperm made her pussy wet. She reached underneath and scooped several finger-loads of juice and cum, then lapped it up. *** Rhys thanked Roger and Della for their hospitality. Della kissed his cheek and Roger shook his hand. “Don’t think you can make a habit of this,” Della called as he walked down the driveway. Roger squeezed Della’s hand lovingly. They ran upstairs and made love like never before. Roger came three times that night, once in each orifice. Every night for the next week, they talked about Rhys’s cock and how she enjoyed the taste of his sperm. “Do you want me to bring him home again?” Roger asked. “Hmm, maybe, but I’ll let you know when,” Della replied after some thought. Six weeks later, Della told Roger she was pregnant. Enlightenment MY FIRST FUCK INTRODUCTION I was 18 yrs of age and that summer of 1951 was to be the time of my education. Mother had acquiesced to her best friends enquiry, as to whether, during the college holidays, I could carry out some of the more menial tasks of which her husband usually took care. Mrs Jean Goodyear's husband Tom, was serving overseas as was my father, they had both been recalled when the Korean war started and they were somewhere in Korea, Japan or even Australia but we were not likely to see them for some time. Mum had agreed that I should carry out the tasks that Tom usually saw to, little realising, as I am sure Jean Goodyear didn't at the time of asking, nor indeed did I, that some of the tasks would become much more enjoyable than mowing the lawns or cutting the hedges. Tasks that would rarely be left for a mere teenager to do! Oh wow, spend some time around the lady who had been a masturbation fantasy of mine for some time. The times in my bed I had lain, cock in hand, thinking of fucking this lady who had frequently visited our home. She wore low cut dresses and every opportunity I had strained to see her tits and, until my mother said to get up, I would lay down on the floor, ostensibly reading but in fact making an attempt to look up Mrs Goodyear's skirt. Like many of my contemporaries, I had no idea what it would be like to fuck a woman, nor had I seen a woman's cunt at that time. All we knew came from books; God knows where they came from, tattered badly printed books, also foolscap sheets of paper stapled together. Stories guaranteed to give callow youth "the horn" as we called a 'hard on' in those days. "Autobiography of Flea", Lady Chatterley's Lover (banned in the 40's and 50's) "Ulysses," "Lady on a Train" even "Mother knows Best." The times I had spent on my back, wanking my cock with the vision of Mrs Jean Goodyear as the female in the story being ravished. My mother had even given veiled warnings. "Geoffrey, what are you doing to your pyjamas and bed linen?" - "Geoffrey you know what they say, it can affect your health" What's that mother?" - "You know very well what I am talking about - maybe you should get yourself a girlfriend. No forget I said that, we don't want any trouble." After reading "Mother knows Best" I would have loved to have countered with; "Okay mum, I should love to fuck you." but I do not think that would have been advisable. ************************** THE DAY IT ALL BEGAN Chapter 1 - I become a Voyeur and lose my virginity One task was mowing the lawns, usually I would walk by, and if the grass looked long or the hedge overgrown I would just go to the garden shed, get the ATCO mower or the shears and do whatever was required. On what was to become a fateful day, I went over to the Goodyear's and noticed the lawn did indeed need cutting. I went home to change and told mum where I was going, she persuaded me to wait until after lunch so, it was turned 2.00pm when I returned. I went straight to the garden shed, the key was under a plant pot, I unlocked the door went in and took the cover of the mower and was about to wheel it out when I glanced through the window. I don't know if my mouth dropped open or my heart stopped beating but I was looking at a naked female. Not the sort one found in The Naturist magazine or |Health and Efficiency which were all the rage amongst Nudists. The photographs in there depicted ladies with breasts without nipples and absolutely no sign of sexual organs. This naked lady was not just lying on a mattress she had a letter in one hand and to my delight, she was pinching one of her nipples between fingers and thumb. I could see that the other one was dark red and appeared to be standing proud of her breast. It was at this point that I realised that I was looking at Jean Goodyear, absolutely naked. My cock stiffened in my trousers. I was enthralled and it is entirely possible that it was that moment in time that my desire always to have sexual experience with older women was born. After all Jean was the same age as my mother and mum was 40. Jean would not have seen me enter the shed as the door was directly opposite the window and I had approached from the front. I was in heaven, perhaps my first experience of voyeurism as she was no further away than a three or four yards. Suddenly she moved her had from her breasts to the mound of curly brown hair at the juncture of her thighs and started to stroke herself. Oh my God she was touching her quim, I had heard that some girls touched themselves but did not believe it, thinking it to be another story of wishful thinking, after all girls did not have a cock so what could they stroke. This was exciting, she was still reading the latter but she opened her thighs wider and i could see that she was moving a couple of fingers between her legs. My cock was hard and aching, I unbuttoned my fly (yes, in those days we had buttoned flies not zips) and released my hard prick and started to gently rub it. I think I was enjoying the best wank I had ever experienced but I did not pay enough attention to my surroundings. My elbow caught a paint can and knocked it to the floor. Quickly Jean sat up, one arm across her breasts and demanded to know who was in the shed. I called back that it was only me and I was just getting the mower our to mow the front lawn. I think she said something like "Yes Geoffrey, and I can see you so you must be able to see me., come out here this instant." It is almost impossible to push ones hard cock back into ones trousers and button up the fly. She called again "Geoffrey! Here now." So I stumbled out, my fly half open and walked towards her. She was still on the mattress but once more her breasts were in full view which did not help my 'hard on'. "Don't stand there, come here to me" she said. I did as I was bid but my cock still tented out the front of my trousers even though I was quite frightened that I was in trouble the least of it being she told my mother. I had heard that "Peeping Toms" could be taken to court. I stood by her side and she looked me up and down. "lease Mrs Goodyear, please don't tell my mother, I am very sorry" She touched the bulge in my trousers and asked "Is all that for me?" Without further ado she unbuttoned my fly again and took out my cock. "Mmmm not bad for someone your age, take off your trousers and underpants. Oh Geoffrey I know I am wicked but I do love a hard cock. Tell me have you ever fucked a girl and don't worry, I won't tell your mother? Let her find her own boyfriend. She is so attractive, you must have noticed, I bet some of your schoolfriends would love to fuck her. Like me, I'll bet she plays with her cunt every night. " I was astounded, never in my wildest dreams had I expected a woman, any woman especially one so well up in social standing in the village to use such words, it was almost as if my mother had said them. My dick quivered, but I was to hear more naughty words from this lady before the day was out. "No Mrs Goodyear I have never f... ff.... fucked anyone." I stammered Jean gazed at my cock which stood hard and vertical against my stomach, she reached out and touched it. Oh God I was so embarrassed, she only took hold of my cock in her warm hand and suddenly I was cumming. I could not help, the white spunk erupted from my cock and balls spraying it over her face and tits until suddenly she leaned forward and to my utter amazement took my cock in her mouth. I seemed to keep cumming for ages and she swallowed it all. "Oh Geoffrey, that was wonderful" she said her tongue licking a few drops from her lips. "My what a lot there was, you needed that didn't you?.. What a lovely young man you are... come on Aunt Jean needs to sponge you down and wipe herself too then we will see just how potent you are." Entering the house she took me up to the bathroom where we both showered. I almost came again as she put my soapy hand between her legs. "Thats right darling, wash my cunt for me" she said. Then after sluicing with hot water we both dried ourselves on large fluffy towels. Jean then led me to the bedroom. "Now young man I am going to have that lovely cock of yours fuck me, but first I am going to teach you a little about women. She took my hand and placed it on her breast, explaining about the nipples and how they hardened and grew as the woman became ready for sex. She also explained about the labia, inner and outer, how they became engorged, how the clitoris could be excited, teased. Jean explained it was all part of foreplay and should not be rushed. "Just because you show her you hard cock doesn't mean she is ready to fuck." she said, and then added," but I am." I thought that she was going to lie back and let me fuck her, but no, instead she leaned forward. taking my cock in her hand she started to jack me off at the same time she lowered her mouth over the end and started to suck. I was ready to cum very quickly and told her but all that happened was she wanked me harder and sucked and licked me more, then for the second time that afternoon I shot into her mouth. She looked up and smiled, I could see my cum around her lips and she licked them with her tongue. "I knew you wouldn't last long again and next time you cum I want you in my cunt and I want to cum too." Saying that she pushed me flat on my back and told me to hold my still hard cock upright, she then straddled me and lowered her cunt, which she helf open slowly until the whole of my 7 inch prick was inside her. Then she started to fuck me. My god what a feeling, I had never experienced the like. she fucked and fucked then I watched as she started to play with the nubbin she had explained was her clitoris. Faster she fucked me rising and falling at the same time her fingers seemed to fly up and down her clit. She moaned and groaned and fucked me harder suddenly shouting "Oh YES Geoffrey... oooooo ooooo yesssssssssssssssss." I did not realise she was cumming, but I did too. After yet another shower it was time for me to at least start mowing the lawn. I had to explain to mum my reasons for returning to 'Aunt' Jean's the following day. I told her the mower was giving problems!! Jean played her part asking if iIcould help with a few 'internal' jobs she had. Mum said that was OK. I spent almost every day that week fucking Jean and learning more about the body of a woman and even how to lick a pussy before and after sex. It was at the end of the week that Jean told me her mother , a lady of 65 yrs was coming for the weekend. I was desperately disappointed for obvious reasons. "Oh Geoff. no need to be glum, you mum always needs you to help on Saturday mornings but never fear, I shall think of a reason to get you out of your house." "Come over at the weekend? But what about your mother being here, or is it that you have some tasks for me?" "Geoffrey, my mother is coming here this weekend because I have been telling her what a marvellous fuck you are, I take after my mum, she loves to fuck even at her age and she can't wait to sample your big prick." To be continued if there is interest. Enlightenment I was seated on the ground. She stood nearby, naked, and we spoke about the sky. The sky was unavailable to me, but she was plain enough for me to see clearly. In fact she was slightly luminous. The thought suddenly "appeared" between us (i.e., neither of us spoke it, but both of us knew it at once) that there was a special place closer by where I could see whatever I wanted to see: sky, stars, miracles. She drew closer, and I knew exactly where I was to look. I recalled an erotic audio in which a woman told of the Buddha and his Mother. The Buddha had a sore throat which his mother wanted to inspect. When she looked into his mouth, she was awestruck, because what she saw was The Universe Itself! All the entire Cosmos was there inside the Buddha's mouth. That was how the Buddha's mother discovered that her boy was in fact the Buddha. In the erotic story I read, the woman went on to speak about her own sexuality, how she pleasured herself, and how her vagina was like the mouth of the Buddha, containing within it the entire Cosmos with all its miracles. Merely to gaze upon it would mean to Know everything. We both had these thoughts, this image, as she slowly drew closer. "the cosmos" was at my face level, and we both knew where I should look to gain the sky, and knowledge. I was ready, and so was she, and I approached to nuzzle and gaze and learn. She pulled up a little on the flesh of her pubic area, opening herself a little, but did not spread her legs. She said, in a small voice, "You could lick me." I asked, "Would you like that?" and hoped she would say yes. "Oh, yes, yes," she replied. I closed the short remaining distance ... and then awoke. Enlightenment Giving a lecture has always made me feel good, I don't mind admitting. Partly, it's that as a blind person, I seem to impress some people without even trying. It's like they expect me to appear totally helpless before their very eyes, and when I manage to reach the podium without getting lost, and then whip out my braille notes to guide my remarks, and to top it off I even manage a smile and the usual joke to start with, I've got it made. My biggest worry is that when it's time for comments and questions, instead of getting questions about my work in neural network design, someone in the audience will ask me how a blind person can manage to wipe his own ass without assistance. But my talk to the faculty in Missoula Went extremely well (i.e., no dumb questions) until the incident at the reception later, for which I was unprepared. The receiving line moved right along. So many compliments from so many strangers, and all those hands to shake or squeeze. I knew hardly anyone there, and very few of the people moving through the line helped me out by saying their name. The Dean was an exception. "Enjoyed your talk, Dr. Cochran," said the Dean, "I'm George Gregory, Dean of the Graduate School, and this is my wife, Pauline." "Thank you, Dean Gregory," I replied, shaking his hand, and then Mrs. Gregory took my hand in both of hers. "I missed the talk," she said in a strangely familiar voice, "but I just had to come and say hello anyway." "Thank you for coming," I managed, "is it Pauline?" "Yes, now it's Pauline," she said, "but you used to call me Billie." And with that, the reception line moved on, and the Gregories were gone. I was speechless. Billie! A.K.A. Pauline, the student nurse who was my "girl teacher" and first love, 20 years ago, when I was a freshman. And now here in Montana of all places, and the wife of the Dean? This is where it really sucks being blind. Where did the Gregories go? Are they still here? Did they leave? Did she look happy? Was she pretty? Will I see her again before I have to get my plane? The rest of the evening was a total loss. My preoccupation was chalked up to fatigue, I guess. My hosts eventually got me back to the airport and into the hands of the airline. Soon I was airborne and on my way. And not another word or sign from her. Maybe I had only imagined the incident. It was not long before fatigue, and the steady hiss and hum of the plane, lulled me to sleep. ---------- Somehow I was outdoors, and seated on the ground. She stood nearby, naked, and together we silently admired the star strewn sky. That sky was indistinct, nearly invisible to me, but she was plain enough for me to see clearly. In fact her form was slightly luminous, with a soft light of its own. The thought suddenly "appeared" between us (i.e., neither of us spoke it, but both of us knew it at once) that there was a special way, a special place close by, where I could see whatever I wanted to see: sky, stars, miracles, love. She slowly drew closer, and I knew exactly where I was to "look" to see everything. I recalled an erotic story in which a woman told of the Buddha and his Mother. The Buddha had a sore throat which his mother wanted to inspect. When she looked into his mouth, she was awestruck, because what she saw was The Universe Itself! All the entire Cosmos was there inside the Buddha's mouth. That was how the Buddha's mother discovered that her son was in fact the Buddha. In the story I read, the woman went on to speak about her sexuality, how she pleasured herself, and how her vagina was like the mouth of the Buddha, containing within it the entire Cosmos with all its miracles. Merely to gaze upon it would mean to Know everything, to "see" everything. We both had these shared thoughts, this shared image, as she slowly drew closer. "the cosmos" was conveniently at face level, and we both knew where I must look to gain the sky, and the knowledge I sought. I was ready, and so was she. I approached to nuzzle, to gaze, to learn, to gain wisdom. With her two hands, she pulled up gently on the flesh of her pubic area, opening herself a little, spread her legs slightly apart, and thrust her hips forward. She said, in a small voice, "You could lick me, you know." I asked, "Would you like that?" and hoped she would say yes. "Oh, yes, yes," she replied. I closed the remaining distance between us. I had a brief but blindingly brilliant glimpse of heaven. But then suddenly I was distracted by the persistent voice of a female stranger, who was saying things I did not want to hear. ---------- "Please fasten your seat belts, and return your seat backs and tray tables to their original upright and locked position." Although I had not yet achieved enlightenment, I now had a pretty good idea where to look to find the wisdom I sought. The question that remained unanswered was this: Was Billie, Pauline, the Dean's wife Gregory, the only source of that wisdom? Or would others do just as well? The answer to that question would have to wait for another day. Enlightenment The sun was high as we ran through the forest to the lake. The air was dry and it was so hot we wore our bathing shorts and nothing else. This was the second week at our Grandmother's house on the edge of the New Forest. Alex and I hadn't seen each other since the previous summer. We had a lot of catching up to do, and had spent eight days swimming and having fun. It had been a happy time of play and wandering. Soon we were at the water's edge. The lake was small but to us it was an ocean. Without thought we stripped off and jumped in the water naked. It was so hot we seemed to be naked all the time .The summer removed our clothes. From the moment we got to the lake to lights out at bed time, there was a complete abandon of clothing and it was perfectly natural. We were both lean and fit, with smooth skin and strong limbs, and gave each other side-ward glances when we thought the other wasn't looking. Alex was a beautiful young man with a great body, and I couldn't help but look at him. What was most striking was his cock. It was an exquisite thing, at least 8 inches of hard flesh. It was like a dagger protruding from his waist, and he wore it with pride. We jumped in and got down to the business of having fun. In seconds we were laughing and wrestling in coolness of the shallow waters. With our limbs touching I became aroused. I hadn't had a proper girlfriend so any physical contact had this effect on me. Alex grappled and pulled my body close to his. I pretended to fight back, pulling away but just enough to allow him to dominate me. The sensation of his body against mine was wonderfully gratifying. I felt my cock harden. After a short while we became hungry. We swam to the shore and collected our towels. The water dripped from our bodies in huge droplets, and our flesh glistened in the afternoon heat. When I turned my back to him, Alex rolled up his towel into a tight knot and hit it hard against my buttocks. I yelped and protested, but knew it was only in fun. Alex swung again, and again caught me on the backside. So I grinned, rolled up my towel and swung back at Alex, catching him on the inner thigh. I saw he was semi -- erect too, but thought nothing of it. He was a young man and this was to be expected. I couldn't stare for long. Alex caught me again, and so began a harmless game of fighting. As the game became more intense we had soon dispatched with the towels and were wrestling on the floor. I was aware, as I struggled, that Alex was completely hard and his cock was rubbing against mine. It felt so good, I allowed Alex to pin me to the floor. The pressure of his body against my cock was deliriously gratifying. I lunged my groin upward as if part of the game, as if I was trying to knock Alex to the floor, but my desire was to intensify the sensation of his cock rubbing back and forth against mine. Trapped under the weight of his struggling body, my cock felt as if it were being masturbated. Alex was also enjoying the pleasurable sensations in his cock. He bore down on me so that his cock was pressed firmly against mine. We continued to wrestle while hiding our true motivation. In between the laughing we began to moan. The sensation in my cock was becoming unbearable. I wanted to come. Alex too was primed for orgasm. I was first to come. The sensation of being masturbated became unbearable. I could not hold back. I thrust upward in a frenzy, holding my cousin firmly on the buttocks, and moaned deliriously as the semen spurted out of my cock and onto Alex's stomach. I collapsed elated, but the joy quickly turned to guilt. As Alex knelt up in surprise, his cock coated in my seed, I stood up and turned to run. But Alex lunged at me and again pinned me to the ground. He bore down on me again, but this time the struggle was real. I was face down in the dirt, and could feel Alex's cock against my ass cheeks. With one hand pulling my cheeks apart, he roughly attempted an entry. He wanted to put his cock in my ass. He tried to keep me steady, but I fought too much and he could not hold me down. I would have finished him off in my hand or mouth, but not like this. Alex's cock was hard between my buttocks. He could not penetrate, but the sensation was now unbearable. He weighted his body so his cock was trapped between his stomach and my protruding buttocks. He writhed against them, and was in a place of ecstasy. He groped with one hand and took his cock in his hand. He could hold back no more. He masturbated in a frenzy, his hand drumming against my buttocks. Alex moaned and came in seconds. The come exploded from his cock and streaked my buttocks. When Alex was spent he rolled off and I immediately stood up and ran to the water to wash the come from my ass. I was streaked with his semen. I could feel it dripping from my buttocks and down the back of my legs. Then we walked home in silence. Although we had enjoyed that moment of madness by the water, guilt was now penetrating our psyches. When we had reached our grandmother's cottage Alex went upstairs, and I remained outside. I thought about what we had done. The fact we had made each other come was too much for me to ignore. I imagined what else we could do with our bodies to give pleasure. We could make each other come all the time. Alex, I discovered, had also come to the same conclusion. He had enjoyed that moment and wanted to experiment more. (To Be Continued)