10 comments/ 58186 views/ 8 favorites Emily's Story By: RomanCEisdead2 I found religion when I was young (fourteen in fact). It came as a bit of a surprise to my parents who only occasionally went to church. But, being good people they supported my decision to attend St. John's every Sunday. It wasn't quite so easy at school, where natural prejudices spurred people to make fun of me. But that was OK, because I felt joyful that I could ignore and even pity their attempts to make me feel the odd one out. Franklin came to the church as a stand-in for our own vicar who had had to go into hospital for a heart operation. He was young -- well, relatively speaking. At twenty eight, he was ten years older than me, but compared to most of the men and women of religion I had come across he was very youthful. I'd never contemplated entering the church myself, but some spark seemed to ignite when I was introduced to Frank and suddenly the idea of becoming a vicar's wife seemed to be the natural route for me to go. It started when he held a small tea party at the vicarage for the leading members of the congregation. I had been invited as a representative of the younger generation. Towards the end of the gathering, he asked me if it would be possible to "get together" to discuss ways that we might be able to attract young people to the church. Naturally I agreed. The next Wednesday evening I turned up at 7.30pm as requested and Frank welcomed me in with a smile. We sat down on the sofa together and talked about the apathy that was shown by most people in the parish and how it could be countered. If I'm honest, I didn't really have many ideas, but this good looking man seemed to be full of them. The idea of holding a youth quiz night in the church hall was a simple one (which even I could have come up with), but he had already been to the nearest town and persuaded the manager of the sports shop there to provide some vouchers as prizes. It turned out that I had a natural flair for organising such things. In reality, I just told people what I wanted them to do and they did it. The event was a success. We didn't expect to persuade anyone to attend services as a result, but it helped to put the church back in people's minds. By the time that Reverend Ted returned to his duties I was meeting with Frank almost every day. I enjoyed being in his company; he was handsome, kind, gentle, intelligent, a little shy but when he relaxed he was witty and amusing. Alas, it finally became time for him to leave and on his last day before departing for a permanent post in Devon, I was feeling very down. I'd gone around to the vicarage to say goodbye, but when I got there the minicab had already arrived. Frank signalled to the driver to wait a minute. He took me by the hand (the first physical contact we had made since the initial handshake two months before) and led me back into the hallway. "Look," he said. "I've never done anything like this before so I'm just going to dive right in. Will you marry me?" It took some seconds for the meaning of his words to break through. "Yes," I replied, knowing that it was what I had wanted for some time. "But, we've never even kissed!" He pushed the door shut and wrapped his arms around me. "I guess now is as good a time as any to put that right" It was a simple kiss, but it seemed to last an eternity. Even then, he broke away far too soon. "I've got to go. I'll call you when I get there." I walked with him to the car, pecked him on the cheek and waved goodbye as the vehicle pulled away. ***** It wasn't easy to see each other very often, being separated by over two hundred miles. I was still learning to drive and the train fares were not very cheap. But when we did meet we spent half our time planning the wedding and the other half wrapped in each other's arms. Oh, there was no sex -- we had agreed that we would save that for the wedding night. But I can't deny that I had strong feelings -- urges -- when were kissing. I often wished that his hands would roam, just a little, so that I could gently chide him with a friendly smile. But he was far too well behaved. The wedding itself took place back home. Frank could have got the bishop to perform the ceremony, but I insisted that it should be Reverend Ted, who I had known since I was a little girl. My father had gone to town, using a lot of his savings to give me the wedding I "deserved". When I arrived at the church with him - in a ribbon-bedecked Rolls Royce - the place was packed. I thought I knew all of the arrangements -- after all, I had planned them - but it seems that other people wanted to add little touches. I'd arranged for flowers around the sides of the church, but there were bouquets on the end of every other pew a well. The whole place was alive with colour and perfume. I had never seen it like this before. The service itself seemed to go at a hundred miles an hour. Before I knew it I was saying, "I will". When we emerged from the traditional flint-walled church, the bright spring sunshine broke through and bathed the entrance with warmth and light. The photographs took about half an hour; the last containing all of the guests and all of the people who had attended the church service. There were over two hundred in all. The Wedding breakfast was held at the church hall next door, so out short walk was between an avenue of well-wishers throwing rice and confetti. The numbers attending the meal were limited due to the building's size, but once again people had decorated it magnificently. It seemed that people liked both me and Frank and wanted to show their appreciation for his short stay in the parish. After the meal, the tables and chairs were moved to the sides and the DJ started warming up his equipment. The new Reverend and Mrs Black went around chatting to each of our guests in turn. By the time we finished, it was gone 11pm and time for us to drive to the hotel that we were staying in for the night, before heading off on honeymoon. Not surprisingly, the car had been decorated too. We had to stop half a mile away I order to untie the strings of tin cans that had been attached to the rear. We weren't so much embarrassed as worried that we might wake people up. My wedding dress was simple, so rather than changing I travelled in it. Then we walked into our room we stopped and looked at each other. "Um. I guess I hadn't really thought what happens at this bit," he said with a rueful smile. "Me neither." Only now did I start to think about what was supposed to occur. I felt a little scared, but at the same time really very excited. "Would you like me to undress in front of you?" I asked. Frank's face was a picture. He managed to catch himself before he smiled to widely, but I could see (what I later came to understand was) lust in his eyes. He muttered a strangled, "Yes." I stood in my ankle length dress, still wearing my white satin high-heeled shoes and shrugged off the jacket that I had donned to keep out the April chill. I reached behind to unfasten the zip and then slipped the thin straps from my shoulders. I held the garment in place, just to tease him a little and then began to lower it. The white lace Basque was the obvious thing to wear beneath the dress; it didn't require straps and held my breasts in place nicely. I'm not over-large in the chest area and even now they are pretty firm. So, I continued to lower it slowly, down past my waist, to my hips. I could see that Frank was enjoying my little "strip tease". I knew about erections, but somehow I didn't expect one to create quite such an obvious bulge. My nervousness returned, particularly as I knew that he was in for a surprise. As I lowered it further, the suspenders came into view along with the naked flesh of my thighs. When the stocking tops appeared he gasped. I'd never worn stockings before, but the effect on Frank was amazing. He was completely rooted to the spot, mouth agape. His face went red and his body shook. "Oh my..." he trailed into silence. "Why don't you undress for me now Frank?" There was no finesse, no teasing in the way he shed his clothes. The shoes, jacket, trousers, socks and shirt were off in seconds. I squealed when I saw the outline of his rigid penis tenting out the front of his boxer shorts. "You... you won't hurt me, will you Frank? You will be gentle, won't you?" My words seemed to break through the spell. "Of course I will, my darling." Frank walked towards me and I shivered in anticipation. He knelt and unfastened the suspenders one at a time. Then, as he pulled the nylons down my legs I stepped out of my shoes and allowed him to remove them. When he stood back up he took me in his arms and gave me one of those kisses that I loved so much. It was then that I felt him pressing against my stomach. I'd never actually seen an erect penis before, so I had no idea how big it was supposed to be, but just then it felt huge. Frank released me and then walked around behind me. I felt him struggling to unhook the eyes (you won't believe how long it took me to do them on my own -- after all, I wasn't going to let anyone else see me like that!). The last one came loose and I heard him make an intake of breath before finally unwrapping his wedding present. His eyes were glued to my chest. "You are so beautiful," he said. My eyes on the other hand were focussed on his bulge. "My turn," I said. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them down. His dick seemed to get caught up as I tugged, but then came free. It swung back up and made a resounding slapping sound on his stomach. I knelt to let him step out of them and felt the heat from his blood-engorged flesh. This close it looked terrifying, surely it wouldn't fit into that small tunnel between my legs? Without a word, Frank knelt down and returned the favour. I felt a weird, yet pleasant sensation as he drew my panties down and revealed my pussy. A kind of tingling that started there, but sent signals to other parts of my body at the same time. Frank stood up and then manfully picked me up and carried me to the bed where he gently laid me down. He climbed onto the bed and started to kiss me again -- I felt as though I was melting in his embrace. "Emily," he whispered. "I've been reading about... you know. Apparently I need to arouse you in order to make you lubricated." I had an idea what that meant. Ever since first meeting Frank there had been times when thinking about him had made things happen - but I'd never dared to touch myself. Frank began to stroke the inside of my thigh. For a while I held my breath, waiting for his hand to move higher, but instead he moved up to my breasts. First he cupped them (Oh! How I had longed for that!) And then he stroked my nipples with his fingertips (it made me bite my bottom lip). His hand travelled back down my ribs, over my tummy and past my belly button. I couldn't help myself; my legs parted of their own accord. When his fingers reached my pubic region I almost sat up. The rough skin of his digits rubbed across a particularly sensitive spot (my clitoris) and then traced the outline of my vagina lips. As Frank continued rubbing, he added a little pressure. I could feel the labia parting. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "You're wet already!" I apologised, "Sorry." He chuckled, "No. That's OK. It's what's supposed to happen. I just thought it would take longer." He kissed me again and then asked, "Are you ready now?" "I guess so." Frank manoeuvred one his legs between mine and I moved them further apart. He then took his weight on his hands and brought his other leg over so that he was now poised above me. "Um, can you guide it in?" he said. Then for the very first time I touched a penis. I can still remember it vividly. The first thing I noticed, even before I had wrapped my hand around the shaft, was how hot it was. It was also surprisingly hard considering that it was merely flesh. The head seemed to be big and looked just like a helmet. The little eye in the middle gaped and looked wet. I pushed it down until it was in line with the entrance to my vagina. I kept my hand there to make sure... well, to make sure it didn't go in too fast I guess. Frank moved forward a fraction and I felt the pressure. It didn't feel quite right, so I moved the head down a little. This time, when he pushed, I knew he was in the right place. The lips started to part. There was more pressure, then a bit more. Suddenly, I felt a sharp, burning pain. "Ah!" I yelled. It hurt, but I gritted my teeth and waited. I'd been warned about this. Fortunately, Frank must have bee reading the right book, because he just pause until I managed to relax and the pain eased. It felt sore when he nudged forwards again, but there was a lot less resistance. I don't know how many pushes it took, maybe four or five, before he was fully in. Again, he waited before starting a rhythmic movement. It wasn't long before the other feelings overtook the ones of discomfort and I started to enjoy what was happening. I suppose it was inevitable that Frank wouldn't last long, but I recall feeling a little disappointed that it was over so quick. ***** So, that was my introduction to sex. We made love each evening of our honeymoon, but it wasn't until the Friday that anything more happened. It took me by surprise. We'd both had a little more wine with our evening meal than perhaps we should have. I felt really relaxed and found myself looking forwards to bed time. By now, Frank was a little less excitable and was lasting a little longer each time. Frank rubbed my pussy for a while, but when he made to climb on top I pulled his hand back and asked him to do it for a bit longer. By the time he entered me I was in a much more advanced state of arousal. Every single stroke seemed to take me higher. I knew that he wouldn't last very much longer, but I just wanted him to go on and on. He moved faster and faster and I dug my fingernails into his backside trying to pull him deeper. Then he let out a yell and I felt the liquid gushing into my pussy. That was when it happened. It was as if my brain and body had become detached from my pussy. It became the centre of the universe for a few seconds, until the rest of my senses caught up. I've heard the moment described as the "Clouds and Rain", but I've never actually understood that. It started with a fluttering feeling in my belly, quickly followed by a floating sensation and then the thrill centred on my clitoris, spreading outwards. Frank looked at me strangely, but didn't say anything and rolled off to one side. We returned to our new home; the vicarage in the village of Dempsey in Devon and settled into our married life. Sex became once or twice week and, very occasionally, I'd reach orgasm again. But I didn't mind. I was devoted to Frank and felt that it was more important that he reached his climax. After all, I couldn't have a baby unless he did. We waited patiently, but alas it never happened. It turned out that I couldn't have children. I was sad about it, but I knew that I should be grateful for all that I had; a wonderful husband, a home in a pretty little village and lots of societies and organisations that wanted my help. The next twenty years seemed to fly past. Somewhere in the latter few years Frank and I ended up in separate beds. I still enjoyed sex with him, but the gaps between became longer and longer. Of course, it was inevitable that eventually I would experiment with touching myself to see if my body had the same reaction as it did when it was my husband doing it. I discovered that I could bring myself to orgasm. I sometimes did so after making love with Frank, when I didn't feel fulfilled (and after he had gone to sleep). Nowadays, I would usually resort to masturbation when having a long, hot bath. Er... not every time I have a bath of course! The parishioners organised a party for us to celebrate out twentieth anniversary (both of our wedding and our arrival at the church). It was quite a function. Almost everybody in the village attended and although the music finished at 11pm, the gathering went on into the small hours. They cleverly held it on a Friday, knowing that Frank would have a day of rest before Sunday services. We made our excuses at about 1am and let the building. Turning left we made the short walk back up the lane past the church towards the vicarage. As ambled along a light drizzle began. The way that he wrapped his arm around me, I figured that we were going to play "hide the sausage" when we got home. I couldn't help smiling. It was disappointingly quick, so I found myself laying there waiting for Frank to nod off so that I could "take care of business" myself. But then I heard a noise outside. I almost missed it due to the sound of the heavy rain that had set in. It was like something crashing through wet undergrowth, but then I thought I heard a faint groan. I got out of bed and padded to the window to look out. "Frank, there's somebody in the garden!" "So?" he mumbled. "I mean, he's lying in the garden. Well, most of him anyway. One of his legs is still hanging over the garden wall; I think it's caught up." We both put on our dressing gowns on and made our way downstairs. It turned out to be Billy, an eighteen year old who used to be in the church choir. He was clearly the worse for drink. At a guess, he was leaning over the wall to be ill and overbalanced. The wall itself has angled stones along the top and his trouser leg was caught. Clearly, he was in no fit state to walk home (it was nearly a mile along a narrow, dark lane), so we decided we should put him in the spare room for the night. We managed to get Billy up on his feet, supported by me and Frank on either side. It was difficult but we managed to steer him upstairs to the bedroom. I didn't say anything to my husband and figured that Billy was unaware that his hand was clasping my breast. Somehow it had slipped inside my dressing gown. Worse still; underneath I was wearing a flimsy nightie (you already know why). While trying to lift the inebriated Billy from the floor, the strap had slipped off my shoulder and my breast had fallen out. I didn't think anything of it until we moved crab-wise through the front door. As Frank stepped up, Billy's arm moved down -- and slid inside. By the time we got to the bedroom I was sure that Billy was unconsciously squeezing my breast. The tingling told me that the nipple was hard. I think that Frank thought that I was struggling with the weight, but it was actually the arousal that was making me woozy. We dropped him onto the bed and Frank said, "His clothes are sopping wet. We're going to have to undress him". As if that was going to help my sexual state! The thought of taking the clothes off a handsome young man would get any heterosexual woman going. Alas, once we had got him down to his dark blue underpants, Frank suggested that I should go and get dried off. "I think I'll have a shower," I told him. "Good idea. I think I'll have one after you." "Why not with me?" I thought. I didn't spend too long in the bathroom, figuring that Frank might ask awkward questions. When I went back into the bedroom I had a towel wrapped around me. I vaguely hoped that Frank might want to remove it, but he was preoccupied. "My turn," he said. As he walked out of the room I called out to him, "Frank, I was just wondering, did you put Billy in the recovery position?" "Um... no. Do you think we should?" "Yes I do! Don't worry, you go and have a shower and I'll see to him." It never ceases to amaze me that people know so little about first aid. I've always kept myself up to date and am a qualified First Responder. Billy was laying on his back with the covers pulled up over him. I got a momentary surging thrill as I reached for the covers, but it was nothing compared to the one I got when I pulled them aside. It was only the second penis that I had ever seen; it wasn't entirely engorged, but even so it was an impressive size, both in length and girth. Emily's Story This is the first story I have written for this category. If you like it please vote. Comments are also very especially appreciated as well. My name is Emily. For the most part I would consider myself to be just any other ordinary teenage girl. I am eighteen years old and a senior in high school. I have lots of friends. Ok, I am actually kind of shy and have only a few friends. Well really I have only one good friend. Tracy has been my BFF since forever. Recently to earn some extra money I have just started to babysit for this single mom named Megan who lives down the street from my parent's house. One Friday night when I was babysitting for Megan and after I had put her two year old little girl to bed for the night I got bored with what was on TV and started to look through her DVD collection to see what I could find. Most of the titles were chick flicks starring Sandra Bullock, Meg Ryan, and Jennifer Lopez among several others. All of which sadly I had all ready seen. As I was reaching for another stack of DVD's to look through I knocked over the pile and the covers of several near the bottom of the pile caught my attention. On the covers were pictures of several topless women. Looking through the rest of the stack I slowly read the titles: Pussy Party, Just Girlfriends, Lesbian Triangles and Girls Wanted to name just a few of them. While I had obviously heard of porn I had never watched any of it before. I had always just assumed it was something men watched not young single moms. As I looked over the covers on the DVD's I got curiouser and curiouser. The women all looked so beautiful. Finally I broke down and slipped one into the player. As I kind of expected from what I had heard there was not much story line. It just seemed like two or more women would just meet up and then the next thing they were all naked and would start having sex with each other. Soon tongues and fingers were being inserted into each others vagina's while nipples were being kissed, licked and pinched. Slowly but with a steady increase I started to become aroused. I could feel the warmness and wetness starting to spread from between my legs. Soon one of my hands also found its way between my legs. Quickly I slid my tight shorts down over my legs so I could spread them wider making it easier. I had only just discovered masturbation about a year ago. I guess you might call me a late bloomer. My hand was now fully inside of my panties as I alternated between rubbing my clit and fingering myself. Soon I felt I was close to achieving orgasm so I started rubbing my clit harder and faster. This had always brought me over the edge in the past. Then it hit, my most powerful orgasm to date. My whole body shuddered. I think I even almost lost consciousness. Just as I was recovering I heard the front door open. I was caught pulling my shorts back up just as Megan walked into the room. The video was still playing on the TV. I was so embarrassed I just wanted to become invisible so I could sneak out of the room unnoticed. I thought she would be furious with me. "I am so sorry Miss Taylor. I never should of started to watch those movies. It won't happen again," I started to say. But before I could even finish Megan said, "It's all right Emily. It is not a big deal. I should never have left those movies out here anyway. Just gather yourself together while I go check in on Amy." A few minutes later after I had gotten my shorts pulled up and shirt tucked back in, taken out the movie and straighten up the rest of the movies Megan came back in. I started to try and explain again but she stopped me. "Really it isn't any big deal. I am not mad at you. You are young and curious. Just like I was at your age. Actually I am kind of a little excited that you found my little collection so entertaining." A few days later Megan called, "Emily can you babysit for me again tomorrow night? I know it is a school night, but I have client meeting that I just can't change. I won't be to late." "Of course, I would be glad to. No Problem," I replied. Again after Amy was asleep I found myself flicking though the TV looking for something interesting to watch. But I found myself starring at the pile of DVD's. Searching through the stack I quickly realized Megan had moved her collection. Not surprising. Still bored I ended up just watching some old reruns. It was not that much longer that I heard the door open and Megan entering the room again. She just came into the room and sat down on the couch next to me. More liked flopped down. "Well I hope you had better night than I did. I worked all last week on getting this presentation ready. And when I was all done presenting it the client just said, 'Sorry, but we have decide to go with somebody else.' Like they couldn't of told me that before I started. And not waste my time." After a pause she said, "I could really use a big glass of wine right now." Getting up from the couch and starting for the kitchen she turned back and said, "Do you want one?" Kind of stunned not knowing what to say, "I have never had wine before. I haven't even tried a beer yet." Megan came back into the room very shortly carrying two glasses handing me one. "Here you go. It is not a good idea to drink alone." "I don't know. I should really need to be getting home," I said. "Nonsense it is still early. Sit with me a while. Let's talk." As I sipped the glass of wine I really started to enjoy the taste. Megan started asking me all kind of questions. How was school going? Do I have many friends? I told her about my one really good friend Tracy. What sort of classes I liked the most? She told me about her brief marriage. Basically she was dating this guy and they got careless and she ended up getting pregnant. They got married because they both thought it was the right thing to do. It ended up being a huge mistake and they quickly divorced. Finally she asked the question, "So how did you like watching some of little collection the other night?" Shocked by her frankness I kind of started to stammer out a response. "I had not ever watched any porn before. So I was just curious as to what it was all about. I had heard some of the other kids at school talk about it." "Well judging by what I saw you really enjoyed your first time. You looked like you really had gotten into it." Starting to become a little embarrassed as to where this conversation was going I got up to leave, "I really must be getting home. It is getting late." "Emily have you ever been with another woman?" Megan asked. "No, never. I would never," I stated. "I really have not even been with boy yet. I mean I have kissed and fooled around a bit, but I am still...," But before I even could finish my sentence Megan said, "But you are still a virgin." Bashfully I answered, "Yes." Megan followed me as I walked to the front door. Just as I was about to open the door Megan put her hands around my waist and pulled me close to her. Before I could realize what was happening she pressed her mouth to mine giving me a long lingering kiss. At first I tried to pull away but I soon liked the feel of her soft lips on my own and put my arms around her as well and pulled myself closer. We continued to kiss each other for several moments. Eventual her tongue pushed its way between my lips and I responded in kind. This continued for several more moments. Eventually she broke our embrace and took hold of my hand leading me down the hallway. "Where are we going?" I asked. "My bedroom," she responded. "Why?" "Because I have never tasted a virgin pussy before." "Ohhh," I answered as I let her lead me down the hall toward her bedroom. Once in her bedroom we started to undress each other. Me more nervously than she. As we did this I started to notice for the first time how similar in appearance we are. I had always thought of her as much older than myself because she has a child. But in actuality she was probably only less than ten years my senior. She was a little taller about 5'6" to my 5'5" but our hair was both the same light brown color. When we were both topless I also noticed how much alike our breasts appeared. Both a nice full C cup with big round nipples. Megan could easily pass for my older sister if she wanted to. With my own bra removed Megan's hands quickly found my breasts. She carefully squeezed and caressed them both then played with my nipples which were quickly becoming hard and sensitive. I soon followed and did the same to her breasts. The whole time we somehow managed to keep our mouths still tightly locked together exchanging gentle kisses. Then her mouth moved down and took one of my nipples between her lips then moved to the other. Then back to the first and alternating between the two. Soon my nipples were at the peak of their sensitivity. This is when Megan pushed me down on to my back in the center of her bed. Once I was on my back she quickly loosened by shorts and pulled them down along with my panties. There I was completely naked lying before her. Before joining me on the bed Megan pushed her own slacks and panties down in one swift motion then stepped out of them. She stood there for a very brief second giving a quick view of her naked body before proceeding to join me on her bed. Soon our naked bodies were entwined as we resumed our embrace pressing our naked breasts into each other. One of her hands worked its way down my body and found its way between my legs and I felt a finger being inserted inside of me. The finger soon retreat as Megan brought it back up to her mouth to taste. Sucking on it between her lips. "MMM, very sweet," she moaned, "I can't wait to taste it directly from the source." Megan broke her kiss and started to work her way around my body. She kissed and licked my neck, nibbled on one of my ears before moving to my shoulders. Then down again to my breasts and nipples pausing to kiss and suckle on each nipple in turn. Then to the space in my cleavage between each breast. Slowly she worked her way down my abdomen and across my stomach pausing briefly at my navel to play with it with her tongue. Finally she moved below my waist. Instinctively I spread my legs wider and raised my hips up off the bed to open myself up to her. I did not have to wait long to feel her tongue run its way from the bottom of my pussy all the way to the top then pause briefly to flick her tongue on my clit. I had never felt anything before that felt so wonderful. Her tongue was like magic between my legs licking here then there and back again. Then she would concentrate her tongue on my clit while first inserting one then two fingers inside of me. Slowly at first she just worked them in and out then she started to go faster as I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter. My arousal kept getting greater and greater. Wonderful feelings started to spread out from the center of my body. Breathing became more intense shorter and deeper. Megan realized I was getting close and moved her attention to focus on my clit. Her tongue started flicking my clit faster and faster then she would gently suck on it with her lips. Then again with her tongue. "Ohhhh, I'm comingggg!!!" I finally shouted as my whole body shook and spasmed on the bed. It was the most wonderful and thrilling feeling I had ever felt in my entire life. As I recovered from my orgasm Megan crawled up on to the bed next to me and cuddled me in her arms. I turned my body onto my side so that my head was resting on one of her breasts. I could feel her chest rise and fall with each breath as I was still breathing hard myself. When my breathing had returned to somewhat normal Megan asked, "Emily do you want to lick my pussy?" "I have never done anything like that before," I replied. "But yes I do." Then I moved so that my head was now down between her legs. As I stared at Megan's sex for the first time having never seen another woman so up close I just contemplated what I should do first. Finally Megan just said, "It's not going to bite you. Just take a taste with your tongue. I think you will really like it." Cautiously and very nervously I reached out with my tongue for my first taste of another woman. At first I tried to imitate what I had felt Megan do. I ran my tongue from the bottom all the way to the top. Her taste had me intoxicated instantly. I had never before tasted anything like it before. It was wonderful and indescribable both at the same time. Soon I found my own rhythm as I worked my mouth, tongue and lips around her sex. It was like I instinctively knew what to do and what would give Megan the most pleasure. My nervousness started to subside as I drove my tongue deeper into Megan folds. Her taste and smell filled my senses as I started to eagerly lap at her womanhood. Finding her clit I concentrated my attention at that point wanting desperately to give her the same pleasure I had just received from her. Glancing up at her face I could see that my efforts had started to take effect. Both of her own hands were firmly holding her breasts from beneath as her fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples. With my own hands I spread her open wider so my tongue could reach deeper into her. Playfully I pushed my tongue as far as it would go into her. Noticing the same signs in her when I am almost there I again focused on her clit. Concentrating all of my attentions on that point wanting to bring her over the edge. "Ohhh Emily, I am almost there. Keep going," she moaned. "There it is. Ohhhh I'm cominggg!!!" Her orgasm appeared to be as strong as mine had been. Her body shook and spasmed as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her hands clawing at the bed covers. Her breath coming in short deep gasps. "That was amazing," she finally said. "Are you sure you have never done that before?" Feeling very proud of myself for making her come, but also still a little embarrassed about having sex for the first time and with another woman to boot I just said, "No I never have, but I really liked it too." Then I added, "Can we do this again sometime?" "We will see," is all she said in reply as we once again cuddled together on her bed. Since that night I still babysit for Megan quiet often. And sometimes she really does want me to babysit, but other times we have sex. She has even gotten me to fuck her several times with one of her many different strap-ons. I have really become very good at this and can make her come really hard this way. Megan has even offered several times as well to pop my cherry with a strap-on, but so far I have not let her. But I really want for her to do it very soon. I just need to get up the courage. * Thanks for reading. Please comment or let me know if you would like to see this story continue. Emily's Story I looked at him quizzically, "You mean you would have liked me to try that before?" It was his turn to look embarrassed. It was all the answer I needed. I asked, "Is it wrong to enjoy it that much?" Frank thought for a moment. "As long as we're married, I think that it's OK." "But not just at night? Not just in bed?" I pushed back the chair, dropped my serviette onto the table and stood up. Frank watched as I walked around the table to him. I had intended sitting on his lap, but his legs were still mostly under the table, so I stepped over and straddled him (again) and sat down. The dining chairs are quite broad, forcing my legs wide apart. As I ground my genitals into his I felt the reaction in his trousers. The skirt of my dress had ridden up to my hips, revealing that I was wearing stockings once more. "Now?" he said. "Now," I replied. His hands dropped to my thighs and pushed the skirt up to my waist. When he saw that I had no panties he gasped and slid his hands round to squeeze my buttocks. I was actually unsure of what to do at this point. I mean, I know I wanted him to make love to me and he wanted to. But how did we get there from here? To this day I don't believe what actually happened; Frank suddenly stood up, lifting me with him and depositing me on the table -- right on top of his half eaten lunch. He pushed me back, flattening the cake that I had intended for dessert. Cups, plates, cutlery and food scattered as he lifted my legs so that my calves were on his shoulders. He released his penis from his trousers and pushed into me. My head fell back onto my plate. I was vaguely aware that I was already in a mess, but I no longer cared and - more importantly -- neither did Frank. He plunged in and out as though it was a matter of life and death. I could hear squelching, partly from the food and partly from my sopping pussy. Alas, Frank climaxed all too soon for me. He went to withdraw, but I held on to him. "I... I haven't finished yet," I struggled to say. "What Do I...what do you want me to do?" I reached down and could feel that although he was no longer fully erect, he retained some solidity. "Can you keep going, just a bit longer?" He began his movements again. He seemed unsure, so I encouraged. "That's it Frank. Push as deep as you can. You can go faster if you like. Ohhh! That's it, just like that. Keep going; you're going to make me orgasm. Yes!" I yelled the last word as the moment arrived, finally. We kissed and cuddled while getting our breath back. Afterwards, we had to go upstairs and get cleaned up -- we were quite a mess. Following a shower we laid down on the bed next to each other, naked. Later, Frank went off to the evening service. For once I stayed behind; after all, I had a lot of tidying and cleaning to do. ***** The next day (Monday), Frank had to attend a conference. I decided to spend the day having a bit of a clear out and getting rid of some old clothes. It didn't take me very long. Although both Frank and me had inherited from our parents and were reasonably well off, we tended not to spend too much on our clothes. With time on my hands it seemed a good idea to tackle my husband's wardrobe as well. I'd almost finished, when I reached up onto the top shelf to see if there was anything left there out of sight. My fingers found a book which, out of curiosity, I retrieved. A Complete Beginners Guide to Sex was not the kind of book that I would have expected to find in the wardrobe. I'd never seen it before, but the date inside the front cover indicated that it was published / printed about twenty odd years ago. I sat on the bed and started to thumb through it. Almost immediately I realised that Frank must have purchased this shortly before we got married. Very clearly, the way he rubbed my pussy to get it aroused was what he had been taught (and shown) in the book. I was quite surprised by some of the drawn pictures of both male and female organs. I'd never actually looked at my own genitalia; it made me wonder if I was very different to the diagram. So, I fetched my hand mirror and pushed my trousers and panties down. I found the view unsatisfactory, so I took them right off, allowing me to part my legs more fully. I compared the pictures to the reflection and then used my fingers to open up the labia and inspect the inner regions. The pictures showed a before and after shot (before and after arousal). Mine looked like the latter; the lips puffy and the vagina opening in readiness. I slipped the tip of my forefinger in experimentally, but then wanted to insert the whole digit. "No, I mustn't!" I told myself out loud. I turned my attention back to the book; after the more clinical details it moved on to the basics of union; the classic or missionary position, the deep penetration position (which I had experienced the evening before) and then came the one where the woman was on top - but that was just the start. As I moved through the book I found things that I had vaguely heard of, or suspected, but wasn't sure were true. Cunnilingus took a while to even learn to pronounce, but the idea of Frank using his mouth and tongue just there was impossible -- and yet exciting. But the pictures and descriptions of fellatio were even more breath-taking. I actually found myself not only wondering what it would be like, but how I could persuade my husband to let me try it. By the time I had gone through the book I had learned many new ideas. I had also found out that there were some things that couples did which I simply would not credit -- and would certainly never try myself. But it was the masturbatory techniques that fascinated me the most. The simple way that I had used to gain satisfaction could be enhanced in so many ways. I put the book down and picked up the mirror again. This time I didn't hold back, but continued using my fingers and thumb to bring myself to orgasm while watching how my body reacted. At the last moment, I turned the mirror to watch my face. It looked painful, yet I was feeling something wonderful. How strange. I put the book away where I found it and then finished the chores that I had lined up. Then I got the phone call from Frank to tell me that he was being delayed and that he would be back late. I eventually went to bed alone and didn't even wake when he crept into the bedroom in the early hours. The next day Frank was off out early again on his duties. I took the car to go shopping. As I said before; money has not really been a worry for me, but I never really felt right about spending large amounts. The problem with the ripped panties could be resolved by simply buying more, but the last few days had told me that perhaps I should make some more... well, flattering purchases. I drove the twenty miles to Torquay, where I hoped I would find what I was looking for. I also hoped that I would be far enough away not to bump into parishioners. I tried Marks & Spencer first. I wasn't over-impressed by their selection, but I found a couple of sets of lingerie and also purchased some lace-top stockings. I continued looking but BHS was a washout and I even tried Peacocks in desperation. But then I found Debenhams and another three sets. I felt incredibly guilty that I had already spent so much money, so I bought ordinary everyday stockings to go with them -- a dozen pairs! I ended up purchasing two dresses and a pair of shoes as well by the time I returned to the car. I put the purchases in the boot and then went to get some lunch. I found a small restaurant in Union Street and sat down to a simple yet filling meal. As ate I noticed the shop diagonally opposite; Ann Summers. I'd heard of it before. From the outside it was a lingerie shop, but I gathered that they sold a lot more besides inside those doors. I took my time plucking up the courage to go in there and have a look round. After all, it couldn't be any worse than what I had seen in Frank's book. I tried my best to look like a "woman of the world", but I could feel my eyebrows shooting up towards my hairline with every step I took. I spent a while looking at the underwear while sneaking glimpses at the other displays. The life-like penises in different colours were quite a shock. Some of them were ridiculously large -- I mean a woman couldn't possible use anything that big! I got the impression that the young lady serving at the counter was watching me, so I hastily grabbed a Basque that was my size. I figured that if I looked like I was holding something I intended purchasing then nobody would pay me any attention. I looked at some more underwear and picked up another set. Then I sidled over to the vibrator shelves. Just looking at them was making me felt hot and flustered. I recalled how I had enjoyed using a finger the day before and wondered if maybe one of the smaller vibrators would be any good. I bought one -- and some batteries. I should have felt excited during the journey home, but my emotions were different. For a start I felt incredibly guilty because I had spent so much money. I suppose I could justify purchasing underwear for everyday use, but not the special things. And as for the sex shop purchases; it was only when I got back to the car that I realised that the black Basque was virtually transparent. Worse still, the panties were of the thong variety, something I had never, ever worn before -- or even considered. As for the other set; they weren't only see-through, but the panties were crotchless! I didn't even want to think about the vibrator. Back at the vicarage I busied myself with preparing dinner for the two of us. There was supposed to be a flower committee meeting that evening, but it had been postponed due to Mrs Duckworth (the chairman / woman / person) being unwell. We were happy for her to organise the flora for the church and although in effect she was the one in sole control, we acquiesced to her need to hold regular monthly meetings. So, for once our evening was free. We sat down to a relatively early meal and then after washing up watched a little television. We didn't do this very often and usually only had time to catch up on the news programmes. This time was different; there was a film showing and we settled down to watch it. It seemed alright to begin with, but then there was a heavy petting scene. Frank turned the set off. "I thought things like that weren't supposed to be shown before the nine o'clock watershed?" I was surprised by the scene, but not entirely shocked. But then again I agreed that there was an appropriate time before which it shouldn't be shown. Still, as we'd broached the subject, I decided to ask a question: "I found your book today. The one in the top of your wardrobe." At first he looked puzzled, so I helped him. "The sexual technique book," I explained. "Oh." "Did you by any chance buy it just before we got married?" "Well, yes, but I can explain." I smiled, "There's no need. We were both innocent and inexperienced and you wanted to make sure that you did things right. And you did!" He looked relieved. "But tell me," I continued. "Did you ever read all the way through it?" "Um... no I didn't really get the chance." "But you saw the pictures of a couple... with the woman with the legs over the man's shoulders?" He nodded. So that was how he knew what to do on the dinner table. "I read through it yesterday," I confessed. "It was... quite interesting really. I'm surprised you didn't read more. I mean, there are... things that we could... try." "You mean that you would like to... try... different... things?" "Uhuh," I nodded. "And almost the first thing I read; couples should discuss sex openly." "We're doing that now aren't we?" "No I mean really discuss it. For instance; do you ever... masturbate?" "Emily!" "Don't be so shocked Frank. I do... occasionally. I sometimes feel the need to... well finish things off after we make love -- if I don't get there during sex, that is." He looked appalled. "Well?" I prompted. He took a deep breath, exhaled a little and then finally answered, "Yes, sometimes. I try not to, but I can't help it." "Have you ever done it in the church?" The sudden painful, ashen look on his face told me that I had asked a question that was a little too near the mark. But I pushed on. "It's OK to tell me, really. Nobody else is ever going to know." "But it shames me." "Did you feel an urgent need? Was it because of me?" "Always -- it was always you that I was thinking of!" I felt so much love for him at that moment. He continued, "The other day, for instance; I was about to go over to the church when you came out of the bathroom. You dropped your towel on the floor to get dressed and then I saw your reflection in the mirror. Your body is still so beautiful. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was so hard that I had to do something about it in case somebody turned up and saw. So I went into the Vestry and locked the door." I felt that it was best not to push any further just now. We had already come a long way in just a few minutes. But then Frank surprised me. "And what about you, have you ever... in the church?" "No, actually, I haven't." "And what about going to church without any panties on?" I giggled and said, "You know I have." "More than once?" "No, but I'm not promising I won't do it again." "Me neither," he said with an unusually cheeky grin. ***** That evening we retired to bed early. I told Frank to have a shower and that I would follow suit. He readily agreed. I think that our conversation earlier had got him prepared for sex. When I returned from the bathroom, I was wrapped in my bathrobe. Frank was lying on the bed reading a folder. He looked up when I came in and put the papers aside, removing his reading glasses in the process. "Stand up," I told him. I could tell that he was already excited by the way that his penis was starting to push out from his pyjama bottoms. "Now undress for me." The jacket came off straight over his head and the bottoms were pushed down to the floor. Not exactly a scene from 'The Full Monty'. "Now get on the bed." He did so. "Do you think you're ready to try something a bit different?" "Yes," he squeaked. His penis was fully erect now and jumped every so often. "Now I want you to show me how you... masturbate. There's another word for it isn't there?" "Wank." "That's it! I want you to show me how you wank and I'll put a little show on for you. Oh, but don't go too far will you?" Frank shook his head a little and then wrapped his hand around his shaft. He stroked it up and down. I found it fascinating to watch, but I knew that I couldn't wait too long. "Time for me to unwrap your present," I told him. I slowly pulled the belt undone and then shrugged it from my shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap, but neither I nor Frank noticed. I was watching him, watching me. The Basque hugged my body, the delicate lace caressing my skin. I could feel my nipples harden and with every breath my bosom moved causing the material to stroke the tender flesh delightfully. Frank's eyes roved over my almost naked body, taking in the darkened nipples and spending quite a long time enquiring of my pubic region. I had trimmed the hair and instead of the bushy growth that he was used to seeing (very rarely, I might add), he could see my almost denuded pussy lips through the transparent gauze. His hand moved a little faster. I swayed gently to and fro as a walked towards the bed. I still wasn't used to the thong bisecting by bum cheeks, but the way that the knickers felt on my pussy... Oh! My! I climbed on to the bed and crawled on all fours up next to Frank and kissed him on the lips. He reached for me but I pushed his hands away. "No, wait," I told him. "We're going to take our time. Now lay still." I took hold of his shaft and lifted it until it was standing. Then I copied the way I had seen him rubbing it before. Frank closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow. I looked at it and marvelled at how beautifully intricate were the veins that stood out. It was now or never if I was to find out what it was like to go further. I bent over until I was so close that I could smell the freshly washed skin. I puckered my lips and then kissed the very tip, watching my husband all the time. Frank's eyes shot open. I smiled and licked my lips. There was a slightly salty taste and I realised that something sticky had exuded from the gaping hole. I seemed to recall reading something about that. I resumed kissing all the way down the shaft. The hairs on his testicles tickled my nose as I reached them. I kissed each one, slightly parting my lips as I did so. Frank watched as I moved back up his length. I paused at the tip. "What do you think I'm going to do now?" I asked. His head shook almost imperceptibly. I felt so aroused myself that any reservations that I may have had were all but evaporated. I pressed with my mouth and parted my lips. I was immediately taken with how big it felt, but I was determined to get the head in. In fact, after relaxing my jaw muscles I was able to get it in considerably further. I withdrew and then repeated the motion. He didn't last very long, bless him! He grunted with a long strained sound and I felt the first spurt in my mouth. Shocked I pulled away and the second jet hit my cheek. The initial surge had gone straight to the back of my mouth and I had swallowed automatically, but now the taste buds were responding and telling me about the tang. To my surprise it wasn't unpleasant. I continued rubbing Frank, watching string after string erupting from the end. When he had finished, I went over to the dressing table and grabbed a box of tissues. I wiped my face and then wiped the sticky mess from his chest and stomach. "I'm sorry," he suddenly said with a pained expression. "I didn't want to climax so quickly. You... I haven't done anything for you." I smiled, but in my mind the wheels were turning. I could masturbate for him. Show him how I do it. Or I could get Frank to do it for me (I almost doubled over at that unbidden thought). Then I thought about that vibrator hidden in my bedside drawer - but I hadn't put the batteries in yet. In fact, I hadn't even got it out of the box! And then I thought about that chapter on oral sex. Would Frank be prepared to do the same for me, I wondered? I moved back up the bed and lay next to him. He looked absolutely spent, but I wasn't yet. I kissed him and he didn't seem to mind where my mouth had just been. "I'm glad that you enjoyed that. Um... how would you feel about doing the same for me?" "You mean...? I don't know how, but if you've just taken care of me, then I suppose I can't argue can I?" "No, you can't Darling," I replied and then rolled onto my back. "Well, alright, but first I want you completely naked." I relaxed and let him remove my lingerie; first the lace topped stockings, one by one, then the Basque (which I had to roll onto my side to allow) and finally my knickers. He held them up triumphantly. "I never in my wildest dreams have I imagined you in anything like this," he said. "They make you even sexier than you already are." He was saying all the right things. Frank moved down the bed, took hold of my ankles and spread my legs. He began kissing his way up the insides until he reached my thighs. He stopped and looked up for encouragement. "That's it. Just do what you think is right. I'll tell you what else to do." In truth, I wasn't entirely sure myself, but I was prepared to find out. He kissed my pussy lips, sending shivers throughout my body. Then his tongue tentatively reached out and made contact with the lower part. He drew it upwards and I arched my back in anticipation of it reaching my clitoris. Emily's Story "Ah!" I called as he got there. He stopped, worried. "No, don't stop! You're doing it right!" He caught on that the little nub of flush at the top of my pussy lips was special and he then concentrated on it, kissing, licking and even nibbling it and causing me to writhe. "Frank, use your finger. I need to feel something inside." He obliged, first with one finger and then with a second. I don't know what happened next. He seemed to shift position and his fingers rotated in me. Suddenly I felt as though I'd been swallowed by a breaker at the seaside. There was a roaring in my ears and my whole body felt warm and tingling -- and somehow wet. Afterwards we climbed under the bed covers and went to sleep wrapped in each others arms. ***** We left each other alone for a few days afterwards. We weren't used to this much activity. However, by the weekend my appetite had returned and I was hoping that Frank's had too. We finally found ourselves at home, together, alone, at about 7pm on Saturday evening. Having eaten our evening meal we sat down together in the lounge. "So, have you got any more little surprises for me, Em?" "Why, would you like one?" "Well, if you're offering, I wouldn't say no." I told him to wait patiently and went upstairs. I had been wearing trousers and a jumper over a t-shirt. He hadn't realised it, but I had left both my panties and bra off that morning. I was naked in seconds and opened the wardrobe to select a nice dress for him. Then I went to the drawers and took out the set that I'd purchased from Ann Summers. I hadn't been sure about wearing them before, but now I was ready. When I walked back into the lounge Frank was sitting playing with the digital camera I had bought him for his last birthday. It wasn't very expensive, but he ended up buying a laptop in order to download the pictures. "Smile," he said. I grinned and struck a pose. "That's a really nice dress, Emily. Is it new?" "Yes, I bought it the other day in Torquay." I gave a quick twirl and felt the skirt flare out (as I had intended). Frank fired off a couple of shots. "Beautiful. And is there anything else?" "Mm? What like?" "Oh, I don't know. Is it just the dress that's new or is there something else?" "What, you want me to show you? Now, while you're still holding the camera?" "Well, nobody else is ever going to know, are they?" I reached behind me and unzipped. All the time Frank snapped away, until my dress hit the floor. "Oh my..." he was, as I hoped, stunned. The underwear was pale pink and once again transparent. "You look so sexy in that." He lifted the camera and started taking pictures again. "Yes," I said. "Except, they're just a bit naughtier than you might imagine." "What do you mean?" I closed the distance between us and leant forward. My breasts threaten to spill out, but held fast as I place my first two fingers of each hand on the front of each cup. As I spread my fingers, so the material parted revealing my swollen nipples. Frank dropped the camera. "That's disgusting!" he said, his voice outraged, but the smile on his face told another story. He leaned forward and cupped my breasts while moving his mouth to suckle and tease. "If you think that's disgusting..." I took his hand and pushed it between my legs. I parted them and moved his fingers around. He very quickly realised that the gusset too had a split. I could tell how excited he was by the way that he tried to push two fingers straight into my pussy. But I was already wet and prepared. As I stood there he tweaked my nipples and wanked me. He had what I can only describe as lascivious grin as he worked on me. He clearly wasn't going to stop until he'd gotten me really worked up. The digits slurped as he worked them in and out, his thumb pressing onto my clit. My legs were burning from the effort of remaining upright while my knees were bent and spread apart. He knew I was close and suddenly stopped, throwing me onto the sofa. His penis was out of his trousers and pushing up into me in the blink of an eye. He pulled my knees up and went even deeper. I came with a yell, but he didn't stop. Frank kept going for longer than I ever remember him doing before. So long that he brought me to another long, glorious orgasm. Half an hour later, we sat side by side cuddling. I was still in my underwear and he still had his flies undone. I should have been sated, but my libido was way beyond the bounds of my previously limited normality. I had a sudden urge and, in these more enlightened times, I decided to give in to it. I leaned down close to Frank's flaccid penis -- close enough that I could smell the fluids from our previous union. I'd wondered what my pussy tasted like and now I was going to find out. I lifted it and extended my tongue and licked it. I was surprised when it started to respond. As I licked and kissed it grew back to full hardness. I looked up at Frank and he just nodded, so I opened my mouth and sucked him in. As I worked, dipping my head in unison with my hand rubbing his shaft, Frank stroked my hair. I was actually enjoying giving him so much pleasure. It took a while, but eventually I felt the head swelling against the roof of my mouth. His hand seemed to be urging me on and I understood that he wanted me to keep going until he spurted. And then, when I felt the semen surging up through his shaft, I also knew that he wanted me to swallow it. I'm glad it was his second orgasm; I'm not sure if I would have been able to take the first load. As it was I nearly choked and little escaped from the corner of my mouth. ***** I suppose that we had reached a threshold of sorts; perhaps a better description would be that we had opened a door revealing a whole new world of pleasure and all we had to do was take a deep breath and step on through. And that step came the following Sunday. We'd calmed down a bit after our previous lustful interludes, but when it came to the weekend I felt like (metaphorically) letting my hair down. I decided to wear the Basque and thong again, but I didn't dress until after Frank had left for the church, so he didn't know. I sat through the service trying not to fidget. It was difficult, because as the time wore on I became more and more aroused. I had to tell Mrs Jones that I would be unable to help her with the Sunday school today as I had to help my husband with something. She looked quizzically at me, but said that her daughter Jeannie would be able step in to my shoes. I watched Frank shake hands with the congregation as they left the church and then talk to the members of the choir as they removed their surplices and cassocks and hung them up in the vestry wardrobe. I waited until the last one had said goodbye and was heading back down the aisle before stepping into the room. Frank turned to face me as I locked the door. "Oh, Emily, you're not going to... Not here, surely?" My reply was to begin unbuttoning my dress. With each one released I revealed a little more of the sheer black material beneath. I was delighted to see that I was having an effect on Frank. He was still wearing his cassock, but being well fitted his erection was obvious. Frank exhaled and began unbuttoning his cassock. Then I realised why his hard-on had been so obvious. He grinned at the shocked look on my face, for beneath his clerical robe he was naked! "I just knew you were planning something, so I decided to surprise you instead." His penis waved at me as he threw the garment aside. His next words rooted me to the spot. "You are a creature of such beauty, that I find it hard to breathe in your presence. You make my head swim with the kind of thoughts that I could never have about another woman. When you turn me on, the whole universe is centred round us. I want you teach me what you want. I want you to show me how to please you and to last as long as possible for you. I will do anything you want, whenever you want, wherever you want. I love you." I couldn't reply. I simply didn't have the vocabulary. The tears were already prickling my eyes and a lump had formed in my throat. I stepped close to him and put my arms around his neck and kissed him. Our mouths opened after a few seconds and for the very first time we began to taste each other's tongues. It was an act that had never appealed to us before, but now was as natural as... a wave of the hand. I finally managed to form coherent sentences when we broke. "I want you to make love to me Frank. I don't expect to feel the earth move. I don't expect to see a fireworks display. All I want is to see my husband taking pleasure from me and doing his best to give it in return. I love you too." *****