3 comments/ 13173 views/ 1 favorites Stories from the Past By: TonyDowse Having long had a more than passing interest in some of the erotica from the Victorian times - those who have read 'The Pearl' and similar works will know what I mean - this is my attempt at capturing some of the mix of mannered gentility and bawdy raunchiness that one often finds there - without what seems to have been their obsession with spankings and beatings... Stories from the Past Stories from the Past But what a wondrous thing a man's 'ejaculation' - another new word you have given me - actually is! Of course I knew that in order to hopefully create new life, a man must first deposit his seed inside a woman's vagina. What a silly, stupid word that is - 'deposit'... Unless there is something peculiar about you - and in this sense I truly cannot believe that, a man no more 'deposits' his seed than the fountain 'drips' water. From what I saw when you eventually 'climaxed' - yet another word for my 'George's Lexicon' - a man, 'spouts', 'gushes', 'explodes'! And in those moments before your cock did so, what a truly fiercesome thing it had become! Its entire length seemed to be as hard and as hot as a bar from the blacksmith's workshop, and although just as hot to the touch as the rest, the purpley bulbous head at the end of it still had the silky feel of tautly stretched satin. A truly wondrous work of the Creator my Darling, and as such - and from the pleasure it would undoubtedly give me to do so! - even as I continued to no doubt clumsily manipulate it, I also looked forward to becoming much better and more intimately acquainted with its many moods and abilities...!!! And what another silly, stupid word is 'seed' - implying little more than the discharge of a few grains being of necessity carried in some small amount of liquid. Yet in fact when you ejaculated - see my Darling, I do understand how to properly use the new words you have introduced me to! - you did indeed 'explode', and so copiously that we needed both towels to cleanse my stickily bespattered face and breasts, and also of course your, at least to my mind, all too quickly shrinking cock. Then in the quiet time that followed - and in spite of the feelings I had that I should be quite unnaturally bold; merely reach out, take hold of your hand, and thrust it indecorously up between my legs! - we spoke, we caressed, we kissed. I regret I have no memory of the actual words you used - both my heart and my head were simply too overwhelmed by all that had just occurred for them to properly register. But I do know that you spoke of your deep affection for me, and of your even deeper admiration, I believe you actually used the word 'worship' - though that was of course very incorrect of you - of my face, eyes, hair, hands, eminently charming breasts, and what little you had seen of the other parts my body. I believe I somehow found the courage to say similar things in return, though I was unable to express the full range and depth of my feelings about that part of you that I had so recently handled. Even now I wonder just what your reactions would have been if I had been able to put but some of those feelings into words! I recall watching you readjust your dress before standing and leaving me to fetch us a little cordial to drink. And can still hear your instruction before doing so that I was not to touch my own partial disarray - explaining that nothing would please you more than to be able to continue to admire the display of what you could see of at least some of my feminine charms. I wonder if you somehow knew that by having me do so you were in fact not only causing me some little distress at being so blatantly and immodestly exposed to your burning gaze - but also, and at that time quite naturally unbeknownst to me, guaranteeing my own arousal would continue to intensify as I saw the ever increasingly hungry looks you constantly give me. It was only when you returned, when, before handing me my drink, you bent to kiss me - not my lips, but those little rosy crowns at the tips of my breasts - that I realised that they too were sensitive, that they too responded to my still, and seemingly all pervading, arousal. It seems strange that I had not registered that fact before, registered it when you had first caressed and kissed my breasts - but perhaps it was just that at that time my poor brain was overloaded with everything about the entire circumstances of our intimacy. But those few, and they were no more than a few light and sweetly tender kisses, certainly alerted me to new facts about myself, about pleasures that had previously been unknown to me. Even now, as I sit here, late the same night, I find myself wondering just how many more of those excitingly new facts there are for me to discover...!!! But to continue with the record of my memories of this amazingly exhilarating day, or at least those two or three hours of it that I spent in your delightfully and erotically stimulating company. Yet again it was as though you knew precisely what was happening within me, knew it even better than I did myself. Perhaps it was something you saw; some look in my eyes, some flush at my cheeks, perhaps even those rosy tips - which seemed to me to be somewhat stiffer than usual - that alerted you to what was taking place. Once we had finished our drinks, and the intermittent and quite unnecessary words we had spoken during the time it took us to drink them, you came to my side, removed the glass from my hand, then bent low and kissed me again. But that time your kiss was full on my lips, and it was a kiss like none I had experienced before, a kiss during which I felt your tongue seeking mine, probing and twirling, and in its lewd actions arousing a fire of such heat that I knew that if it continued I must eventually be consumed by its flames. But the most disturbing realisation was that I wished it to be so; wished for nothing more than that your kisses would sweep me bodily into that fire, into that furnace where I knew I would be at one with you. And if you had known what I was feeling I am quite sure that you would have seized that perfect moment to take me - in fact without knowing it I sensed that what I actually wanted was to feel your hands roughly ripping off my unfastened bloomers and using that monstrous tool between your legs to utterly ravish me. But Dearest, Sweetest George you are not such a man - and I am glad that you are not. I feel that if we had consummated our affections at that very moment we would, albeit unknowingly, have been depriving ourselves of so many more wondrous pleasures that I am sure we will together discover scattered along the pathway to the inevitability of that final act. At least I trust that is to be the case - for I am now confirmed in my thinking that if you wish it to be so, and something tells me that you undoubtedly do! - you will be the man to whom I will, at what seems to me to be the most appropriate moment, most willingly give my most precious of feminine gifts, my virginity...!!! Whilst you were bent down over me, while our lips, mouths and tongues continued busily stoking those fires within us, I felt your hand, your wondrous fingers once again begin caressing me. First my breasts, which by then had developed a 'tenderness' - a responsiveness to touch - that was utterly new to me, and, I found, that was particularly so for the nipples, which, I saw, quickly began jutting stiffly in a way I had never noticed before. As I have previously noted above; perhaps that had in fact also happened earlier and it was just that at that time so many parts of me were then being assailed by such intensity of excitingly new sensations that I just had no capacity to separate one small part from the whole. However, I immediately discovered how much I enjoyed those much more localised sensations, and how remarkably powerful they could be! Within no more than a minute or two of such sweet manipulation, as well as a decided increase in the level of tender responsiveness in my breasts, I also felt sure that the strength of the flow of moisture from my cunny was dramatically increasing - certainly it was at that very moment feeling very much neglected...!!! Even so, and in spite of my yearning to feel your fingers down there once again, if I had had any hint or foreknowledge of your intentions, what little remained of my previously all-powerful modest reserve might well have been just sufficiently strong enough to make you desist. I just thank the Good Lord that I had none...!!! It seemed to me that one moment your kisses and caresses were still fanning the flames of passion that were all but consuming me - then the next, you were tugging my bloomers down over my legs... I believe I gasped a loud 'No!' of protest - which you wisely ignored... And the next thing I knew, you were kneeling before me, easing my reluctantly maidenly legs apart, then avidly gazing at that part of me that I have yet to - but of course never will be able to - see... Then I felt your hands - and my world was once again all but perfection! Darling George, I do so hope that I am never forced to have to choose to have to save just one single part of you - but should I for some incomprehensible reason be compelled to do so, I believe it is your hands that will get my vote...!!! What those nimbly skilful parts of you do, as I know I have said many, many times before, is simply and utterly indescribable. And, although I thought that by then I very well knew what they would be doing, you still had more surprises for me! Of course until then our circumstances had been such that you had only been able to use one hand upon me, but in that situation you could use both. And my Darling, Darling George, to what miraculous effect you used them...!!! While one hand - I actually believe it was its thumb - began gently vibrating the area around my then no doubt already poking pleasure-bud, I felt fingers - I believe at first just two of them - slipping back and forth between the outermost parts of my cunny. What utter bliss...!!! What heavenly rapture...!!! 'Dear Lord, please provide this undeserving woman with the vocabulary necessary to describe her feelings...' At first your actions were patiently slow, perhaps you were actually wondering if I was prepared for such intrusive intimacies - oh if you only knew...!!! But no doubt my immediate responses assured you and you pressed on, to my delirious delight...!!! Now although I of course had no way of seeing myself, if the way I was feeling is anything to go by my heaving, writhing body must have seemed to you like nothing more than that of some long sex-starved, wanton harlot! I know that in between my gasping cries of sheer ecstasy I often called your name and - to my perhaps not undying shame (!) -I seem to recall urging you to move your fingers even faster, and to also plunge them even deeper...!!! Which, mercifully, you did...!!! If the earlier climax - or 'orgasm', as you tell me it can also be described - was mind-numbingly exhilarating, how would I describe that second one? Again, words absolutely fail me. However, let me just say that I believe that if - at that very moment when every single portion of my body and mind were being overwhelmed with the strength and force of the sensations you gave me - I had been forced to make a choice of foregoing such experiences again, or death - I might very well have chosen the latter... How long it took for me to recover from that all-consuming passion I know not - it seemed I continued to float mindlessly numb, for ages, certainly I felt the flickering after-shocks of the experience you had given me continuing long, long after the climactic culmination itself. But when the full force of the ardour had waned sufficiently I was able to bring my mind to bear on your own plight. Had doing what you had for me re-excited you also? Was your arousal again so strong as to be causing you yet more pain? As I was all too soon to discover, it had! And once again you allowed me the pleasurable, if equally messy privilege of alleviating it for you. - At this point my Dearest I am digressing momentarily, to write a brief 'aide-de-memoir' to myself. During these times that we are going to have together I am determined that on at least one occasion I will make sure I perform the pleasant relief of your cock before allowing you to do the same for my cunny. Although doing so at any time is exciting for me - and to judge from the strength of your responses, also yourself - doing so immediately after experiencing the equally powerful affects of my own orgasm means I am still all but only semi-conscious. On at least one occasion I wish to have full control of all my faculties, so I can better observe, and learn; in that way, hopefully, developing a greater proficiency, and thus able to improve, albeit in some small way, your enjoyment of what you allow me to do for you. In 'masturbating' - yet another new word - you to your second tumultuous climax, I found that although my senses had been scattered by the effects of my own, I seemed to have just a little more time in which to observe your responses and reactions. Whilst your cock was undoubtedly just as hot, hard and altogether 'monstrous' as it had been before, it seemed to me that it took you just that little longer to achieve your ejaculation. But, at least from what I could tell of your gasping sighs and grunts of undoubted pleasure, you seemed to be enjoying that lingering postponement. I must remember to check with you as to the accuracy of this observation, tomorrow. One of the odd thoughts that fleetingly passed through my brain at that time - not that you should think I wasn't fully concentrating on what I was attempting to do for you, but our brains do seem to have the capacity to momentarily flit to some other, sometimes only slightly related matter - was that given the amount, and apparently totally undirected jetting spray of semen - that is a 'technical' word I already knew George! - a man produces, is that why all respectable houses contain so many lace and crochet doilies, runners and antimacassars? After all if women are taking care of their men folk in the way I was you, and they did not have some washable coverings here and there about the place, they would, in time, risk their furnishings becoming besplotched with the no doubt frequently misdirected ejaculations. I will consider when it might be appropriate to seek your opinion on this matter. However, that was, as I said, but a momentarily fleeting thought - for the rest of those still all too short minutes I was avidly watching you, watching your cock, utterly fascinated by its strength, its undoubted potency, and even then, wondering exactly what on earth it might feel like to have such a powerful length of quiveringly rigid flesh thrusting in and out of my poor, defenceless cunny. But to be honest - both with you and myself - from the way my cunny felt during those minutes it appeared it could barely wait to be subjected to such a vigorous assault... My Darling George, I fear I must close now, not only should I ensure I get a full night's sleep before we continue our adventures tomorrow, but, to be frank; merely penning these memories has aroused the various parts of my body that now know exactly what it is they are capable of - and if I do not take myself to bed, and give them relief from their all too apparent suffering, I am sure they will do their best to disturb me for the rest of the night... Your Darling Annabelle Stories from the Past I admit that for a few moments I thought you had gone too far, thought that perhaps your intentions were less honourable than I had presupposed and that you were dissembling in order to encourage me towards whatever they might be - but of course my Dearest George, that was but a momentary lapse, and requiring little more persuasion than the receipt of another few tender kisses, I complied. But, and I still congratulate myself for my forwardness, I suggested that until then it was only I that had been the one to undress, albeit only partially, and that fairness would dictate that you too should rid yourself of something more than merely your outer jacket. It seemed that my proposal greatly pleased you - perhaps you saw in my willingness to confront your physique, some hint as to the potential for me agreeing to what further acts you had in mind for us to participate in. What of course you could not know was that until then the only partially clad males I had seen were those of the local farm labourers whom I had occasionally glimpsed when they were toiling in the heat of summer - and then only from afar. Even so, and even though that was long before I had been exposed to the 'secret knowledge' you had been sharing with me, I had still found that sight, albeit in some strangely unknowable way, disconcertingly interesting... So the mere idea of seeing your body, close to, was in itself more than enough to set my cunny dripping...!!! So, in no more than a minute or two, there we were - bare-breasted, and bare-chested, each quite literally, gawping at each other. You have an admirable physique George, one of which you should be proud. It may not have the over-developed musculature of those farm labourers that I have glimpsed, but then a gentleman is not required to perform such heavy work and therefore has no need of such, perhaps some might consider, unsightly, developments. Your marbled skin is as white as my own, yet whereas mine is softly smooth, yours is firm and lightly haired - I liked that, very much - and I immediately felt a strong desire to reach out and glide my finger-tips over it, to feel the strength that I sensed lay just beneath its surface. And, like some street-corner hussy might have done, I did... And, wonder of wonders, as though your hands were actually motivated by my own, as I touched you, you touched me... All the joyous thrills you had given me the previous day, when your hands so lovingly brought my breasts and nipples fully to life, you repeated; but you not only repeated them, but also somehow both augmented and magnified the strength of their effects. Again I should note that what I felt happening within me may well have taken place previously, that it was just that on those occasions I was incapable of separating out one single, extremely delightful, effect from the multitude of others. Even as my breasts and nipples 'sprang to life' at your tender caresses, it seemed to me that there had been some sort of 'internal connection' made between both them and those very deepest recesses within my cunny. Certainly I became all too aware of a warmly, moistly trembling within myself - sensations that not only grew stronger the longer we continued to stroke and fondle each other, but seemed to spread outwards from that deep core, setting each and every part of my body a tingling... It was yet another very strange, but intensely pleasurable feeling my Darling - and one I look forward to experiencing many, many times...!!! I honestly don't know how long we stood there, both of us seemingly lost in the pleasures we received from kissing and touching each other, but for me it seemed that time had truly 'stood still'... As had occurred before, it seemed that our desires and inclinations were enmeshed in mutual synchrony, and even as I began to feel myself longing for something more, you reached your arms around me and pulled me close, no, tight, pressing my receptively tingling breasts and nipples against your chest. And then, as that exciting contact sent thrills sparking through me, you bent your head down, and kissed me. Once again I felt, and quickly responded to, the insinuating twining of your tongue, and that, coupled with both the strength of the passion I felt in your kiss, and the continuingly stirring feeling of having our semi-naked bodies pressed together in that way, quickly fired a hot blaze inside me - the heat of which I am certain could not have been in any way lessened by even the copious volume of fluids I then felt were leaking from me. Then, as you continued holding me so closely, you whispered that you wished to demonstrate something of the pleasures you had alluded to previously - but that in order for you to do that it would be necessary for me to completely remove my lower garments, and that before I did so, you would fetch a towel for me to then sit upon. As I am sure you both expected and fully understood, such a proposition, especially having been verbalised so openly, caused me a good deal of emotional perturbation. It was one thing to have your hands slipping lower whilst we were caught up in the act of making love to each other, quite another to expect me to simply, and completely remove them whilst standing in the middle of another person's living room. However - and again, in spite of feeling sure that your guarantee that the intensity of the experience that you would then be able to give me would make all that we had previously shared pale into virtual insignificance, seemed likely to be no more than some over-blown promise - the prospect that your words might contain even a small grain of truth undoubtedly both swayed and bewitched me. Having fetched the two towels we had used the previous day, which I explained to you I had carefully secreted at the back of the household's laundry cupboard, I, admittedly somewhat ridiculously, asked that you avert your eyes while I did as you had asked - then sat, my legs firmly together, on the chair over which you had carefully spread one of the towels. Naturally I initially found that being in what in any other circumstance would be an absolutely and totally humiliatingly compromising position - not only being for the first time in my life totally naked in anyone but my mother's presence, but also from being so in that place - extremely unnerving, to say the least of it... However, as your eyes moved slowly up and down over my body, and I saw the selfsame hungrily adoring look that I had seen on your face the previous day, my feelings changed. Your obvious admiration - and hopefully, physical arousal! - emboldened and empowered me, and even though I am not sure where the words themselves actually came from, I heard myself suggesting that given I had done what I had, you should then do likewise, and remove the rest of your own clothing. It pleased me to see that even you flushed at that proposition - but you complied, and a few moments later I discovered that just the sight of me had indeed already brought your cock fully to life! I should here record, even if only for my own future recollections of that time, that although it was clearly as sizeable and as substantial as I had both remembered and pictured it during the quietening of my cunny's over-night demands - and perhaps because of the frequency of those activities - that time its monstrous size did not inspire the same feelings of horror-struck dread that I had experienced at its very first emergence. But then I admit that from then on, apart from the occasional lingering image of its size and proudly fiery appearance, I found myself swept away by all that subsequently occurred. Having repeated much of what you had done the previous day; kissing me, my breasts, my nipples, slipping your hands down over my body, moving my legs apart, teasingly caressing my cunny and pleasure-bud, then taking me to another of those heavenly rapturous orgasms, you again found a new way of shocking and horrifying me...!!! Even as I felt myself slowly re-surfacing from the whirlpool of delight your caresses had sucked me down into, I felt you kneeling before me, easing my legs still further apart, then moving forward - and kissing me, kissing my by then undoubtedly all to obviously wetly dripping cunny ...!!! I can still hear the loud shriek of protest I automatically emitted - even the multitude of furnishings around us were insufficient to totally dampen its echoing sound. But my response seemed to neither daunt nor discourage you, and a few moments later I felt your tongue doing to my cunny what until then it had only done with my own - probing and twirling. Then, even before I had time to properly register either the full import or significance of what you were about, I felt it slip upwards, to begin its flickering torment of the pleasure-bud itself. Oh my Dearest, Darlingest George, neither you, nor any man I suspect, can even begin to imagine just what indescribably wonderful joys that motion of his tongue in that place can induce in a compliantly susceptible woman, as I was, and am! - at least I presume that all women respond in the way I did, and do...!!! I neither know how long you remained 'down there', nor how many mind-numbing orgasms you provided me - I was neither interested, nor indeed capable of, counting - all I do know is that it was some very long time later when I finally found both the inclination and the strength to finally press you to desist. And, I freely admit, it was only after you had done so that I was able to even start to bring my mind to bear on the probably painful condition that you yourself must by then be experiencing. And if the condition of your cock was a demonstration of your inner suffering; from its raw, angrily and rigidly swollen suffusion I imagined the pain itself must by then have been almost unbearably powerful. That was the first time I had noticed fluid dripping from its tip - which you subsequently explained was a form of lubrication that was similar to that produced by my cunny, which some called 'pre-cum', which I still find a most peculiar nomenclature - but which, at least to my eye, gave the purpley head an even more excitingly attractive gloss. I was soon given a positive demonstration of just how much restraint and self-control you had needed to summon up during the time you had been so skilfully ministering to my pleasures - the moment my hand first reached out to touch you, you grunted loudly, and when my fingers closed around your cock, I felt you thrusting yourself powerfully forward between their lightly encircling hold. Recognising what I presumed your need to be I moved them more swiftly back and forth than I had on the two previous occasions I had done that for you - and, that time, within no more than a minute or two I had the pleasurable satisfaction of both seeing and feeling your copiously powerful libations spouting all over me...!!! Once again we needed both of the towels to satisfactorily cleanse ourselves - and I fear that before this week is over I will have to do my best to hand-wash them free of the ever mounting residue of our mutual secretions... We rested, took a little more of dear Julia's quite delicious cordial, spoke as best we were able of the feelings we had experienced - and you were able to draw from me, after a little, I think understandably modest reluctance, the fact that what you had told me was indeed correct. That the orgasms I enjoyed from you 'doing it that way' - as you put it - or 'cunnilingus', as you told me it was known by those who made a study of such things - were indeed even more powerfully satisfying than those produced by the more commonplace manual stimulation. But, we agreed, 'doing it that way' would not always be possible, there would be times - as I had discovered that first day, in the conservatory - when the more commonplace would be all that was possible. You also pointed out that it seemed that when providing the same pleasure in return, many women felt able to only use the manual form of stimulation for their men. That statement puzzled me - what other form, other than congress, or intercourse itself, could there be? Whereas a few days earlier I would have taken my unresolved puzzlement away with me, the boldness you had uncovered once again came to the fore and I found myself able to ask you to explain further. Even now - late the same evening - I find myself shuddering a little at the concept of what you elucidated in reply. Admittedly, if a man is prepared to press his mouth against a woman 'down there', and to poke his tongue deep inside her cunny, - to perform the act of cunnilingus for her - why shouldn't a woman be able, and willing, to do the same thing for him and his cock, with her mouth? Strange to say, even through the maelstrom if disbelief that had enveloped my mind I do still recall that you advised me that the technically correct term for such horrid sounding activity, was 'fellatio'. However, whilst the logical answer to such a question may be all too apparent, and the affirmation that a woman should undoubtedly be prepared to do so may be all very fine, intellectually - it is quite another matter for a still virginal maiden to not only comprehend, but to also actively consider actually doing such a thing... Which is the task I have allotted myself to do this very night... However, that is for later, for after I have completed the record of this day's events. Not that there is a great deal more detail to note down - once refreshed, and at least for my part, reinvigorated, we began kissing, caressing and, like travellers visiting a completely new territory, exploring each other's bodies much more thoroughly. And of course, in due course providing each other with, in my case several, and in your own, two more simply eruptive climaxes... Given that I have vowed that you shall, in due course, receive these scribblings, I am not certain that I should pen the next few remarks - but having written so openly, indeed luridly, to this point, why ever should I not??? One aspect of all that you have showed me, and the resulting activities we have taken part in together, that leaves me with some growing concern - is the ever increasing strength of the feelings I am aware are now bubbling deep within me. Until a few days ago the mere thought of receiving a kiss from you was more than enough to set my little heart racing - and I am glad to say that is in itself still true... However, since I have experienced all that I have, there is also an undoubtedly strong urge to experience much more than just that... If the way my cunny reacted during last night - the strength of her yearnings waking me twice! - how will I cope with her, and my own, demands when I no longer have you to alleviate them at least some of the time, especially once you have returned to the city??? Am I to become no more than a 'slave' to my cunny, become no more than a self-masturbating harlot??? I must see if I can find some appropriate time to also raise this question with you before the date of your departure... That is quite enough for now - I just wonder what the 'little minx' has in store for me this night? Your Darling Annabelle Stories from the Past When I indicated you should step forward towards me I could tell you were about to go down on your knees, presumably thinking I wished you to perform cunnilingus for me - and the expression on your face when I said you should not do so, then parted my legs and indicated that you should actually stand between them, was one of what I can only describe as, positively joyful amazement! I admit, even to myself, that in spite of having firmly resolved to do what I was about to - perform the act of fellatio for you - those first moments were still filled with both doubt, as to my ability to in fact be able to do such a thing, and a certain level of distaste, for actually taking what I had always thought of as an 'unclean' member, in my mouth. But the combination of my very strong feelings for you, your obvious excitement at the mere prospect of me doing this, plus my determination to make myself a 'modern woman', strengthened my will - and, holding your cock firmly in one hand, I leaned forward and allowed my lips to slip over that purpley bulb -or 'head' as you had told me it was commonly described - at the end of it. It was only at that very moment that I realised that in doing what I was about to I was in fact - as it is commonly said, 'killing two birds with but a single stone'! - achieving something else I had promised myself I would do; not only advancing my 'education' by performing the act, but also doing so whilst still in full control of all my mental facilities - not subsequent to having had you set them a-roiling by giving me one of those tumultuous orgasms! So, thinking I might not find myself in such a position again for some unknown period of time; whilst conscientiously performing the various acts I believed would be necessary to heighten your pleasure, I also kept my senses sharp; observing carefully your varied responses and reactions. At first you just stared down at me, apparently disbelievingly wide-eyed; your usually soft brown eyes conveying an intensity of emotions I had not noticed before - but perhaps it is just that when that look has previously filled them I have usually been too busily preoccupied with my own strength of feelings for me to notice it... Your eyes flitted; from my hand as it stroked back and forth along the heavily ribbed length of your cock, to my lips slipping back and forth over the head, to my upwardly staring eyes, and even - which perhaps surprised me a little - at my breasts, which presumably were by then swaying to and fro in response to my other bodily movements. But although I always enjoy the sensation of gazing into those eyes, on this occasion I was far more keenly interested in the rest of you - and although it had my fullest attention, not merely your cock. I found I quickly became quite fascinated by the responses from your musculature, both those at your stomach, and those that made your thighs so attractive to look at. Once you apparently realised that I was not merely teasingly toying with you, but had for some reason determined I would at least try to perform the full act for you, your responses became significantly more powerful, and that caused all those muscles to flex and tighten - and I discovered I very much enjoyed, and became quite stimulated from, watching them do so. I also noticed that your cock seemed to have substantially enlarged, certainly my mouth was being stretched very much wider than when I had first taken it in, and that portion of it that I was firmly holding and stroking had developed a positively strong, blood-throbbing beat. By that time I had realised something that truly surprised me. Ever since the moment you first described the act to me, right up to some time after I had first slipped my lips over your cock's head, I had, as I have admitted heretofore, imagined the business to be rather distasteful, something a woman did out of her feelings for him, and in gratitude for what a man was prepared to do for her. But, at some stage I was forced to admit to myself, that I was not only enjoying what I was doing for you, but was even becoming stimulated and aroused, by doing so...!!! Not only could I feel my breasts and nipples tightening, and knew that my cunny was by then positively dripping with my secretions, I could also tell that my pleasure-bud itself had poked her head out, and was seeking attention... All this time I had also been carefully listening to your verbal responses; mainly gasps and the occasional, deeper grunt of pleasure - but, presumably as your excitement grew, became more intense, even though those sounds continued, they were, every now and then, interspersed with more intelligible vocalisations. I may not have remembered them all, but some of them were; 'You darling girl!' 'You sweet angel!' 'You heavenly minx!' - all of which I very much liked hearing. But at some point, which turned out to be very close to your actual moment of climax, I distinctly heard you say - 'Suck it! Suck it hard you cock-sucking witch!' It may seem foolishly remiss of me now, but I admit that until that moment I had not actually considered exactly what would happen when you reached the point of orgasm. I suppose I may have thought that as your crisis approached I would simply move my head back a little and use my hand to take you on to that point. By then I was of course quite used to receiving your jetting gouts of semen over various parts of my flesh. But your - was it 'request', 'instruction', or 'demand', that I should 'Suck it!' was a completely new concept for me... Perhaps if I had been given a little more time to more deeply consider my reaction, or if I myself had not become so excitedly aroused by what I had been doing for you, my action might have been very different. But the former was by then unavailable, and the latter was undoubtedly true! So I did as you had cried out - as my head continued moving back and forth in time with my hand, I began sucking your cock, just as hard as I was physically able to. And what a truly amazing result that produced, for the both of us I think. I know that your body convulsed more often, and seemingly even more vigorously than you had at any time before - and, if what I felt jetting down my throat, then found myself having to greedily swallow, was not purely in my own imagination, far, far more copiously than what I had until then seen you produce. What you did not know - and what I have not, until now, told you - was that one thing that fired my enthusiasm to suck you as hard and strongly as I did, was the fact that for the previous few minutes, whilst one hand was gripping and stroking your cock, the other was busily at work on my pleasure-bud and cunny...!!! And whether it was purely fortuitously, or as a result of the excitement we had generated between us, a moment or two before you reached your own climax, I had in fact, reached mine! So I think that in some strange way, the sucking contractions inside me might have actually provided additional strength to that which my mouth was doing...!!! Once you had finished, and taken a minute or two to regain at least a little of your composure, you bent down, took my face in your hands, and, ignoring the sticky mess that must have been dripping from around my lips, kissed me! And what a fiery kiss that was, our mouths gluing fast together, and our tongues instantly somehow knowing what was required of them; probing, twirling sensuously over and around each other. Then, as though those kisses had refuelled our desire for each other you dropped to your knees, and again ignoring the mess you must have found 'down there', kissed, licked, and that time, even sucked my cunny...!!! Even once that second, equally powerful climax had finished coursing through me, we both seemed to be retained in the hold of some all-controlling frenzy - and without even bothering to wipe ourselves dry we pulled down the towels, spread them roughly over the quite excellent hearth-rug I have mentioned before, and set about kissing, embracing and intimately fondling each other. It seemed that in successfully performing the act of fellatio I had somehow rid myself of many, previously powerful standards and conventions, I not only felt much more at ease with you exploring my body than I had even the previous day, I was more than eager to do many similar things with yours... Rather than just somewhat tentatively stroking and caressing you, as I had done that time, this day I wanted to - grip and clutch you; feel the power of those muscles beneath your skin, - taste you; kiss, lick, even suck that wondrously marbled flesh - watch you; see your pleasure-filled eyes, see those muscles tensing, and, I admit, even more keenly, see your cock slowly re-growing. The result of all that was that I became extremely tempted to bring forward the last step in my plan - to give you my special, loving gift, right there and then. But I demurred; for one thing the living-room of my friend's house was neither the place for it, and having made the arrangement I already had with Julia, this day was not the time for it. So, although it took some strength of will on my part, and only as a way of forestalling any unseemly persuasion that our rising excitement might in itself prompt, I finally whispered to you what I had in mind for the following day. I am discovering that in some ways the male is a complexly unfathomable creature - whereas I expected that announcement to please and excite your anticipation, I did not expect it to do what it actually did! Perhaps if I had not had my fingers around your cock at the time that I spoke, it might not have had such a dramatic effect - who is to tell? But no sooner had I, in answer to your apparently disbelieving question, confirmed that I fully meant all that I had said, than I felt your cock jerk violently, then another, luckily smaller, but nonetheless powerful, jet of semen erupted from you...!!! However, I should add a qualification to my comment about the complexity of the male, I am maybe being unfair to your sex - perhaps it was just that all the explorations we had been carrying out had in fact aroused you far more intensely than I understood, and that the combination of my words and slowly moving hand, did the rest... That said, I am glad to record that neither the suddenness of your reaction, nor for my part, the unexpectedness of that somewhat inconvenient ejaculation, did in any way dampen your ardour and we spent the rest of our time together much as we had until then - first slowly arousing, then thoroughly satisfying each other's seemingly inexhaustible needs...!!! So my Dearest Darling, yet another day has come and gone, and I am once again left to my small, lonely bed - and the prospect of having only my own fluttering fingers to thrum me to sleep... Your Darling Annabelle