3 comments/ 7786 views/ 0 favorites Those Days of...Ch. 46-50 By: TonyDowse Those Days of...Ch. 46-50 I gave her a weak smile in return then returned my attention to Barbara and when the waiter came over, even though his eyes never seemed to leave Barbara's blouse, managed to give him our order. When he finally went away again Barbara smiled and said. 'He reminds me of the other waiter I told you about. When Luke took me to that restaurant. Don't you remember?' She asked when she saw the puzzled look on my face. I suddenly recalled the night she had told me about her adventures with Helen's husband - the waiter she referred to had been the one serving them when Luke had taken her out to dinner. She had told me how he had stood beside her, staring straight down the front of her dress until Luke had finally lost patience with him, got up and angrily said something to the effect that if he didn't keep his piggy little eyes to himself Luke would shut them for him. And that Barbara had then been amused to see that before he sat down again Luke had done exactly the same thing as the waiter had, stare straight down the deep valley between her breasts - and that unlike the waiter, Luke had quite clearly already started developing an erection. The memory also brought back the other, far more powerful one, of what she did to me later, when she took my long-suffering cock between those breasts. 'I remember.' I replied. 'More importantly I also remember what you did later that night.' 'Me too - I often think about that. It was very exciting for me as well you know. Seeing you like that, feeling you between my breasts, watching you come so incredibly strongly. All very stirring memories.' she added meaningfully. 'Did you ever do that for Mike?' 'No, funnily enough we never got around to those kinds of things. As I said, until his strange needs took over he was far more interested in straight fucking, he never seemed to me to be very imaginative - maybe he knew what was buried down there and didn't want to risk letting it out.' 'Could well be. So I'm the only one to have had that particular pleasure. I'm honoured.' 'So far.' She answered with a smile - and I found myself remembering how longingly Steve's eyes had followed her as we left the office an hour or so earlier. 'I wonder what he'll be like?' 'Who?' 'Steve of course - you'll get him, don't worry about that.' 'Maybe he's married.' 'That wouldn't make any difference - I'm married and I'm living with you mother, yet you're going to be in bed with me in a couple of hours.' 'Have I got to wait that long?' she asked with a laugh. 'But you're right about Steve - I'm sure we'll get together sooner or later - and probably sooner.' We continued chatting and laughing together as we ate, making silly comments about some of the more flamboyant people around us, guessing the size or lack of it, of their respective cocks or tits, pairing unlikely couples and imagining the positions they would best perform in. All in all, a couple of people just having fun together, enjoying each other's company. But underneath the light-hearted banter and laughs there was no mistaking the steadily increasing tension we were each feeling and which, after a while almost seemed to shimmer in the air between us. So when Barbara suddenly looked up from the dessert she had been silently toying with for several minutes and just said - 'Let's go.' - I knew exactly what she meant. Again, as we took the cab home I was reminded of the cab ride with Helen, mainly because within a minute or two, just as I had Helen's, I found I could actually smell Barbara's arousal, that distinct, sweetly acrid scent a woman's sex gives off when she is literally 'on heat' - and briefly wondered if the driver could smell it too and, if he could, whether he also recognised it. But when we got home he gave no indication of having noticed anything, he took the money and after a quick appreciative glance at Barbara's retreating shape, took off with a squeal of rubber. By the time I got to the front door Barbara was already at the top of the stairs, standing there, looking down at me. 'Hold it there a minute Roger. I'll give you a bit of a show - I know you like that.' she said, and I felt my cock stiffening as she began to ease the tight fitting skirt upwards. The fabric slipped smoothly over the sheerness of the nylons and she had little trouble getting it up to mid thigh, but once over the welt it clung to her flesh. Even with her legs pressed tightly together she had to tug hard to get it higher, but with a bit of wriggling she finally managed to get it right up to her waist. Then she had room to move her feet apart - and I felt my cock surge higher as I stared up at her. Up the full length of her legs, at the mass of tightly curled hair at the base of her gently curving belly and, from that angle, even the pale pink slit nestling between her thighs. 'You like seeing me like this don't you Roger.' she said in a breathy voice. 'You know I do.' I answered hoarsely. 'Yes I know you do. Remember that day I came over to get some things out of the box, just there, on the landing. You came up the stairs - and looked straight up my skirt didn't you? 'Yes, yes it did.' I replied, remembering the occasion well. Barbara had been bending over to get something out of the chest. She was then also wearing a short, straight skirt and when I'd glanced up I'd found I could see straight up it. Up her sheer black nylon clad legs, on up the length of her thighs, right up to the fleshy curves of her arse-cheeks. 'And that started you off didn't it, you started to get excited?' 'Yes.' I mumbled She began to undo the buttons down the front of her blouse, saying. 'And then when you got up here you found you could see down the front of my blouse - and that turned you on even more, as it always does, didn't it?' Again I remembered the scene - when I'd finally managed to tear my eyes away from the view up under her skirt I had gone up the remaining stairs and then, when she turned to speak I'd discovered that I could see right down the front of her blouse, down into the deep, lush valley between her breasts. I watched as she undid the last button and slipped the blouse off her shoulders, beneath it she was wearing a skimpy, flesh-coloured bra that seemed designed to exaggerate the size and shape of her fabulous breasts. 'Then, when I saw how excited you'd got from just looking at me, I began to feel hot too - do you remember that Roger? Do you remember what happened next?' 'Yes I do.' I answered, remembering only too well that she'd reached forward, her hand had covering the ridge my cock was making, her fingers curling around the shaft, squeezing it. I also remembered being worried that what she was doing to me would make me come, right there and then. 'But then Mum came home and spoiled it for us, didn't she - you remember that don't you?' I certainly did remember. After a few brief words together, Barbara had left - and Helen, seeing the state I was in, had simply dropped to her knees and with eager fingers and lips soon had the bottled-up cum fountaining out of me. But, not knowing what had actually happened after she'd left, she continued. 'I'm sorry I had to leave you in such a wound-up state Roger, it would have been different if Mum hadn't come home just then - there were all sorts of things I wanted to do for you. But I'll make up for that now.' she added sultrily. 'If you've had enough of looking, why not come up, try a bit of touching and tasting.' As I started up the stairs towards her she reached behind herself, unclipped her bra and slipped it off, revealing the full, magnificent beauty of her breasts for me. Then, as she bent to do the same thing with her stockings I managed to croak. 'No Barbara, don't - leave them on for me, please.' She looked up and smiled at me as I reached the top stair. 'Of course, I was so carried away I nearly forgot that you get turned on by the woman wearing stockings when you make love - Mum mentioned that. What is it that makes it sexy for you?' 'It's the feel of them. The warm, silky feel of them against my skin, when they're wrapped around my neck or my waist that I like.' 'And I like the thought of what you'd be doing to me while I'm holding you like that.' she said after a momentary pause. Without another word we headed for her bed-room and as I was undressing as we went, by the time we were inside it only took me another few seconds to strip completely. Barbara's eyes watched me, widening in appreciation as I slipped my pants down and my rigid and angrily enflamed cock sprang upright. 'Mmm - looks good, very good! It's been too long since I've had the pleasure Roger. I admit I'd almost forgotten just how well endowed you are, and I -' I shut her up by taking her in my arms, my cock pressed hard against the soft warmth of her belly as we strained against each other, kissing each other feverishly. But though her mouth and lips were sensational the thought of having her stockinged legs wrapped around me as I kissed and tongued her sex was even more exciting, and after only a minute or two I broke from her arms and pushed her down on to the bed. As she lay back and looked up into my eyes she whispered. 'I've needed you all day Roger. I can't believe how wet I got in the restaurant and then again in the cab.' 'I know. I know how I've felt myself. I wanted to race you back here when you told me what you were wearing under the skirt. But we'll make it up to each other - starting right now.' I knelt between her legs, easing them wide apart and again I was treated to the view, this time a close-up view, of her pussy. Its outer lips were flushed a dark shade of pink and already had tiny beads of moisture clinging to their puffy folds. I paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of her, breathing in the scent of her arousal - and in response, felt the throbbing in my cock growing stronger. She gave a deep sigh when she felt my hands on her legs and a series of almost inaudible gasps of pleasure as I began to trace patterns on her thighs with my finger-tips. Then as they moved higher, closer to her pussy I saw its colouring deepen, and when I gently slid one finger between its outer lips and down into the moistly clinging furrow between them, unfolding like some exotic flower coming into full bloom. A few moments later she lifted her legs, wound them round me and pulled me closer. The feel of the silky warmth of her stockinged thighs was even more thrilling than it had been in my imagination and to prolong the excitement they were giving me I took my time, my lips and tongue repeating the patterns my finger-tips had made. At first, apart from the tremors running through her she lay quite still, relishing the delights I was giving her, but as the sharpening scent in my nostrils told me she was becoming more intensely aroused her hands pulled my head up to her sex and her legs tightened around me. Extricating my arms from her virtual scissor-lock I slid one hand up across her stomach and closed it over her breast, feeling the nipple stiffening against my palm as I began to gently stroke and fondle the firm flesh. Pushing the other hand underneath her and wedging her cheeks apart with my fingers, as I pressed the middle one up against her arse-hole I went to work on her pussy with lips and tongue. I don't know how long I stayed with my head buried between her silky thighs, I was in no rush and could tell from Barbara's snorts of pleasure that she was more than happy with what I was doing. Every now and then, as I slipped my tongue down between the velvety folds I had an almost irresistible urge to replace it with my rearing, quivering cock - but, knowing that deferring that moment would make the thrills even stronger, I managed to push those thoughts to the back of my mind. The longer I continued the wetter she got and each time I probed her pussy I gently sucked out some of her freely flowing juices. When she'd pulled my head up closer I'd seen the moistly reddened ridge of her clitoris jutting out from beneath its protective hood and to prolong and heighten her enjoyment I had tried to avoid giving it too much direct stimulation. But each time I sucked her my upper lip pressed against its inflamed head and as her need grew stronger she tried to hold me there, jerking herself up and down against it. Understanding what she needed I finally began to lick the sensitive ridge. The strength of her immediate reaction verified just how much pressure had built up inside her and her thighs tightened their grip as she began to shudder uncontrollably. As my tongue flickered faster and faster she writhed and groaned - then, suddenly arched herself higher, grinding her sex against my face, her groans turning to short, guttural cries. I felt my cock jerking wildly, demanding to be plunged into her spasming pussy - I tried to ignore it and kept my tongue working until her orgasm had peaked, then, covering her pussy with my mouth greedily sucked the juices welling up from deep inside her. That only seemed to send a new set of sensations coursing through her and she gave louder, sobbing cries as she was carried even higher by a series of rolling climaxes, each of which made my cock's reactions even more insistent. Having my face held tight up against her pussy meant I couldn't look down at it but felt sure pre-cum had been seeping from it for some time, and that by then it must be dripping down on to the carpet. When she'd had all she could take she finally loosened her grip, giving me the opportunity to take a few deep breaths of fresh air as she slowly came down from the heights I had taken her to. She obviously understood the state I was in by then and when she pulled herself upright she leaned down and put her arms around me. 'That was fantastic Roger, utterly fantastic! But you must be completely knotted-up.' Adding with a wicked grin. 'You'll probably go off like a rocket the moment I touch you. So, let's keep the serious stuff for later - how about that foot massage I mentioned?' When I nodded, she smiled and said. 'O.K. just lie back where you are.' As I shifted myself back from the bed she gasped and I understood the reason why when I looked down at myself. When I'd stripped a short time earlier, my cock was proudly rigid, the head swollen and angry looking - but now, as a result of my own rising excitement, it looked almost grotesque. The veins up along the shaft were knotted and bulging, the bloated head a shiny, reddish purple, moistly streaked with the pre-cum that I'd felt oozing from me. 'God that looks magnificent!' she said in a breathless voice - then turned, pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and passed it down to me. 'Put this under your head Roger, you'll be more comfortable that way.' she said with a tight grin. She was right, and with my head propped up I could see better too. Looking past the quivering mass of my cock was the thrilling view of her stockinged legs, and up between them, the vivid red slash of her hot, wet pussy. Then I watched as Barbara slipped one foot along the floor, watching my face intently as she eased her toes beneath my balls and tentatively at first and then with growing confidence, began to gently stroke them. The feel of her nylons against the soft, sensitive skin between my legs was thrilling, as was having my balls caressed that way, and as I felt blood pounding through my veins in response to those sensations I saw my pole-like cock jerking madly. 'You're even more worked-up than I thought.' she said hoarsely. Then, steadying my cock by resting her heel on the floor and pressing the sole of her foot against the shaft, she brought the second one into play, slipping the soft curve of the instep up and down over the slick, super-sensitive head. Her eyes flicked up and down, from what her feet were doing to my cock, to the reflections of the reactions she could see on my face - and realised I was rapidly approaching crisis point. Recognising that, she brought both feet together and, holding the shaft between the soles, began to slide them up and down its length. The electrifying sensations that began to shoot up through me made what I'd been feeling before seem like soothing caresses, and the pressure inside me became almost unbearable. Reflexes made me begin to thrust upwards and as her feet tightened their grip I heard myself making guttural grunts as I drove ever closer to bursting point. Then suddenly I felt the tide sweep through me, felt my balls tightening as they prepared to empty their seething contents, my body arching high off the floor, as though proffering my cock to her, begging her skilful feet to finish me off. And they did! I literally erupted, the first jet shooting high, the second following even before the first had fallen back down, her feet pumping a third, fourth and fifth load up out of me. Finally, when it seemed there was no more to come she knelt between my legs and even through the pleasure-haze that clouded my brain I felt the warm softness of her mouth sucking the last few sticky drops of semen from me. When she'd finished licking the congealing mess off my cock and balls Barbara pulled me up on to her narrow bed and as I pulled her tight, her still semen-smeared lips found mine and we kissed and fondled until we dozed off in each other's arms. Chapter 48 Steve Calls It was late afternoon when I woke, from the kitchen I could hear the sound of Barbara singing along with music from the radio and picking up my clothes from where I'd earlier dropped them, after a visit to the bath-room and a quick wash, I went through to join her. She had slipped on a house-coat, was making tea and when she heard me she turned, gave me one of her most brilliant smiles and said. 'Welcome back to the land of the living. I thought you'd be thirsty but it seemed a bit early for a drink - is tea O.K.?' 'Always Barbara, always. But first I must ring your mother before she leaves work, let her know how the meeting went.' 'And what happened afterwards...?' 'Not necessarily.' Helen was obviously pleased to hear my voice when she answered the phone. 'I hoped you'd ring darling - how did it go?' 'Very well, there were two partners at the meeting, the older one was a bit stuffy at first, when he found an amateur - and a young woman at that, had the cheek to play around with their plans. But the other, a younger man, was more supportive and by the end of the meeting they were both actually full of praise for Barbara's work. The younger one, Steve, actually suggested she might consider studying the subject, he thinks she has real potential.' 'What's he like, this Steve?' I grinned to myself - guessing that Helen was already hoping he would become a new romantic involvement for Barbara. 'Nice, quite good-looking. I think Barbara fancied him a bit - and it was quite plain that he fancied her, a lot.' 'Did he say anything?' 'Not specifically - he didn't have to, the way he looked at her was enough. Anyway, we'll see what happens.' 'And after the meeting?' 'I treated Barbara to a very swish lunch in town, said she'd more than earned it. We dined with the yuppies - it was lot of fun actually.' 'And...?' 'By the time we got back here we both needed a bit of a nap, now we're about to have some tea.' 'Uhuh!' she answered - and I guessed that even though I hadn't said anything, she realised just why we both felt the need for a little sleep and her voice sounded a little distant when she continued. 'Well, take care of her - enjoy the week-end. I'll see you Sunday evening.' 'You don't have to go darling.' 'Oh, it's all right Roger, really it is. They're expecting me now, I can't let them down - and I do want to see that they're O.K. You take care of yourself, for me. I'll see you Sunday evening. O.K.?' Those Days of...Ch. 46-50 'O.K. - drive carefully - and remember, I love you.' 'I love you too. Bye.' We hung up and I went back to the kitchen. 'How is she?' Barbara asked. 'Fine.' 'Having second thoughts about the week-end?' 'Me - or your mother?' 'Mum.' 'Maybe - but she said we were to enjoy ourselves and that I was to take good care of you.' She smiled and asked. 'Did you tell her that you'd already started doing that?' 'I told her we had been out for lunch together and then had a bit of a nap - but no, I didn't go into detail about what happened in between. From the sound of her voice, there was no need to - I'm sure she guessed.' 'Of course she would have. Apart from anything else, she knows I hardly ever sleep during the day.' 'So, how long have you been awake?' 'Not long actually.' she replied with a grin. I surprised myself. As I said, it's not like me to sleep in the afternoon but I did, for over an hour. But now I feel great, a shower, a change of clothes and I'll be ready for anything.' 'And just what did you have in mind?' 'To be truthful? Cock in pussy!' she answered with a wicked grin. 'In due course, of course.' she added. 'And between now and then?' 'Oh, we might have a bit of a chat, while we drink our tea. We might decide what, if anything, we're going to do this evening - and tomorrow too. You never know, I might actually get you to talk about yourself, for a change.' 'What's that last remark supposed to mean?' 'Just what I said. If you think about it, I've told you a lot about what happened between Luke and I, Mike told us almost as much about his escapades - but I've never heard you talk about any adventures you had before you met us. Julia mentioned you a few times, no details of course, she isn't that kind of woman - but other than that, nothing.' 'I see, you want my life story.' 'Not exactly Roger - but I'd love to hear about any sexual encounters you had before you met Julia. There were some weren't there? I can't imagine that you were still a virgin when you met her.' I smiled thoughtfully. 'Yes there were a couple, a few in fact. So you'd like to hear about what mischief I got up to as a young man?' 'Yes please.' she answered enthusiastically. 'I see. I'll need a bit of time to get the brain-box working back that far.' I said, as I immediately started to recall a couple of the girls I'd known when I was younger. But by then, luckily the tea was ready, Barbara poured and we sat down opposite each other at the kitchen table. 'Oh - a couple of other things, your mother was very pleased to hear about the architects' reactions to the work you did, that Steve thought you showed potential. And of course she wanted to know what he was like?' I added with a meaningful glance. 'Wanted to know if he was bedable I suppose.' 'Correct.' 'And what did you say?' 'I said I didn't know - but that it was very obvious that he'd taken an immediate fancy to you.' She grinned back at me. 'Yes it was obvious wasn't it. I wonder what he'll do about it?' 'We'll see, he's got the perfect excuse to ring you though.' 'The plans?' 'Mmm.' 'As you said, we'll just have to wait and see. More tea?' 'No thanks Barbara, that's fine. Now, changing the subject, do you fancy dinner out tonight?' 'Oh no, maybe tomorrow night. But we had a lovely lunch, let's have dinner here tonight, something light. Then we, or rather you can talk. Tell me about your erotic encounters. That'll get me turned-on - and maybe you too. Then we can do something about each other's tensions.' 'Tensions? I don't think I have any.' 'You will have - I promise you, you will have, if I have anything to do with it!' she answered with a meaningful grin. 'Sounds good to me Barbara. But instead of having to cook why don't we get some take-away food delivered - you like Chinese don't you?' 'Oh yes, yummy! And not having to cook's a great idea. Apart from anything else, that'll give me more time to get myself tarted up for you, to make sure you're turned-on.' 'You don't have to make much of a effort to do that - and you know it.' 'But anyway I like getting dressed up for you. Is there anything in particular that you'd like me to wear Roger?' I thought for a moment - and my mind went back to the day I'd stood in her room, when I'd looked through the things in her wardrobe - and suddenly remembered. 'The cat-suit! I've never seen you in the red cat-suit you bought.' She smiled, then I saw from her expression that she'd had a sudden thought. 'Red, how do you know it's red? Even Mum doesn't know that because I went back and changed the one I'd originally bought, a black one, like hers.' I felt embarrassed at having been caught out and felt myself starting to blush. 'I noticed it when I was looking in your wardrobe one day. Sorry.' 'No need to be sorry Roger - but what were you looking for?' 'Oh nothing in particular, just looking.' Her smile softened. 'You don't mean you'd been missing me a little.' 'That sort of thing.' She reached across the table and squeezed my hand as she quietly said. 'That's nice to know. And of course I'd love to wear it for you - but I really don't think it's terribly practical, not for sitting around in, while we eat and talk I mean. How about I change into that, later. I'll put on something a bit more comfortable for early on, keep the suit to revive your flagging spirits.' 'O.K. - sounds good to me.' Just then the phone rang and while Barbara went to answer it I let my mind wander back to my earlier days, trying to recall incidents that might amuse or interest her later on. She wasn't gone long enough for me to get very far and when she returned I could see she was having trouble controlling her excitement about something. 'Who was it?' 'Steve.' 'Ah, already! What did he want - as if I can't guess?' 'He was very enthusiastic about my ideas, said that now he'd had a chance to start looking at them in detail they are even better than he first thought.' 'Great!' 'There are a few points he's not quite sure of, I don't know the right terms for things you see. He said he knew it was short notice but asked if I could see him tomorrow evening, to sort the details out.' The tone in my voice made my disappointment very clear. 'Tomorrow evening? But - ' 'I know, don't worry, I told him I was busy. But, I said I could make it Sunday evening.' she said with a broad grin, adding. 'And that suits him fine. So I get the best of both worlds - and I don't think you and Mum will be too put out by me not being here when she gets back. Oh, he also mentioned that there's a fairly important interior design exhibition on at the moment, its last day is tomorrow. He said he thought I'd find it very useful, not just for other ideas for the house - but if I was seriously thinking about doing at, as a career. I said I had other things to do - but that I'd think about it. Now, unless you want to use the bath-room I'm going to have a long, hot bath, wash my hair, all that female kind of stuff. So you can watch TV, have a drink - and start remembering what lurid experiences you're going to tell me about later. Oh - and don't forget to order some food too, whatever you fancy, I like most things.' And that's exactly what I did for the next couple of hours. Once I heard she'd finished in the bath-room I had a quick shower myself and after a bit of thought, put on the g-string Helen had bought for me, then just a pair of casual trousers and a clean shirt. Refreshed, I poured myself a drink and returned to my thoughts for a while, waiting for Barbara to appear. I didn't have to wait too long and when she did just the sight of her was enough to start my blood flowing a little quicker. At first glance she looked even younger than she was - she'd put her hair up in a pony-tail, her make-up was more youthful and apart from the way she filled them, which she couldn't disguise of course, even her outfit, white ankle socks, a short skirt and a tight fitting, white cotton top, made her look more like a young teen-ager than a hot-blooded woman who was about to spend a raunchy evening with a married man almost twice her age. 'What do you think?' 'Terrific Barbara - as always, simply terrific! Is the outfit designed to remind me of my mis-spent youth?' 'You got it!' she said then grinned as I responded. 'It works - but unfortunately for me I never knew any girls who filled their clothes the way you do. I suppose you'd like a milk-shake, not a proper drink?' 'Let's not get too carried away with the charade - I'll take the proper drink thank you.' she replied as she sat down on the lounge chair opposite me. 'What time is the food arriving?' 'Another hour or so.' I replied as I got up to fix the drinks. 'Oh good, that'll give us enough time for a couple of stories before then. So, where are you going to start?' 'Not quite at the beginning.' I said, handing down her drink. 'There were a few of the usual disasters which I won't bore you with. I suppose the best place to start is when I had just turned eighteen, still at school, and still a virgin - but not for lack of trying.' 'That sounds like a good place to start.' she said as she settled back in the chair. I returned to mine and began to recount some of the half remembered events I'd been able to dredge up out of my memory. Chapter 49 Early Memories 'As I said, it wasn't for the lack of trying that I was still a virgin - but although things weren't as bad as they were during my parents' days, most girls were still pretty reluctant to go all the way, as I think we still called it. There were girls who did of course - but I never seemed to latch on to one, or those that were reputed to never included any girl I was interested in. But there was still quite a lot of other activity going on, plenty of fumbling gropes and, once you were going out with a girl pretty regularly, the occasional really hot session. A few of the more hotly pursued girls were into oral sex, which was considered the next best thing to actually fucking of course - and some of the supposedly more experienced guys reckoned it was even better than sex itself. But funnily enough, hardly any of the guys admitted to liking giving oral sex to the girl.' 'Times haven't changed that much Roger.' she said with a wry smile. 'That's still about the way it is - and that's another reason why we both think your such a fantastic lover. You not only do it, you seem to enjoy it.' 'I do! That was something I discovered quite early on, I really enjoy being able to excite and please a woman that way. And that's where my story begins - discovering that I enjoyed something most of the girls loved having done to them - and which few of the other guys were apparently prepared to do. I can still remember the evening I found that out, remember it quite clearly. A group of us had gone to the pictures and somehow I'd ended up pairing off with a girl called Sheila, I didn't know her very well, she wasn't one of our regular group, she was a friend of one of the girl's sisters I think. Anyway, we'd found ourselves sitting next to each other during the movie, we'd laughed at the same things happening in the film and had a quiet giggle about some of the things going on around us, between the more regular couples I mean. So by the time we'd gone on for something to eat afterwards I began to think she was really nice. It turned out that we both lived on the same bus route and though she got off a fair way before I did, that evening I got off with her and we started walking the short distance to where she lived. We'd already got as far as holding hands and when she turned off the road and into a park, saying it was a short-cut, I began to wonder if she liked me enough for a bit of a kiss and a cuddle. I remember the place quite clearly, there was a small pond, with trees around one side of it and between some of them, a few seats. Although the park was pretty well lit in most places the trees reduced the efficiency of the lighting on that side of the pond and in one place the light must have been broken - and right there, in the darkest part, was one of the seats. I suggested we sit and talk for a while, half expecting her to refuse - but she didn't, so we sat, not saying very much - for one thing, I was even more nervous than I usually was. Anyway, I finally put my arm around her shoulder and when I felt her shift a little closer, turned her head round and kissed her. We kissed and cuddled for quite a while, then I tentatively went for a feel of her breasts, she didn't seem to mind that, so I got my hand up underneath her jumper and tried for a more direct feel - and still she didn't stop me. There were plenty of girls who would go that far, so I didn't let my hopes get too high, even when after a while longer she let me clumsily undo her bra and pull her jumper up so I could kiss as well as fondle her. She had nice breasts, small of course but a nice shape and I was really enjoying myself - and by the way she was reacting, so was she. That went on for some time - and of course I was getting pretty fired-up by then and had a really solid erection. After a bit longer I managed to wriggle myself around on the seat sufficiently so that I could keep kissing and sucking at her breasts while I used my hand to try for a feel down between her legs. To my real surprise she still didn't object - she even relaxed her legs enough for me to get it all the way up to the top of them and as I felt the softness of the skin along the inside of her thigh my hopes started to rise, almost as high as my cock. Most girls wore pretty standard under-pants in those days, not the sexy things they do today, they certainly weren't designed to allow inexperienced fingers inside them, particularly in the awkwardly cramped position I was in. So although I struggled for quite a while I couldn't do much more than find out that she seemed willing enough for me to go at least one stage further - if I could find a way of doing it. I decided that I really had nothing to lose, so got off the seat and kneeled on the grass in front of her, slipping both hands up under her skirt and hooking my fingers over the top of her under-pants. That made her finally bring things to a halt. But instead of being annoyed with me, as I'd half expected, she said although she didn't mind me touching her, I had to understand she wasn't going to go all the way. And when I said that was O.K. she lifted herself enough for me to get them off. Pushing her skirt right up to her waist I pulled her forward a little and, having eased her legs apart, shifted myself up between them. By that time my eyes had got used to the darkness and even in the little light we had I found I could see reasonably well. Against the almost stark whiteness of her thighs and stomach, her pubic hair was a dark, matted bush - and below it, the delicate outer lips of her vagina, glistening faintly. I'd never seen a real vagina before, only anatomical drawings in school books - suddenly there I was, looking at a real one. And I remember thinking at that moment just how beautiful and how amazing a thing it was. Fragile and defenceless looking. Yet it was capable of accepting a man's most forceful thrusting and of pushing a baby out into the world. I reached up and touched it, just brushed my finger-tips very lightly over the softly folded lips - and looked up at Sheila as she automatically reacted, giving a faint gasp as her body tensed. As I repeated that touch again and again, she relaxed a little more, opening her legs wider. I'd not only heard about oral sex, I'd had one girl who actually tried to do it to me once - but she couldn't, said she couldn't get her mouth open wide enough - but I'd felt sure that was just an excuse. But on the other hand I'd certainly never tried to do it to a girl - frankly, most guys I knew thought the very idea was disgusting. But, looking at her vagina, touching it, feeling her twitch and sigh with pleasure gave me a really strong urge to lean forward and kiss it, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do. So I did just that - leaned forward and gently kissed it. It was nice - just like a little, pursed, vertical mouth - so I kissed it again and although Sheila's body went completely rigid when she felt the first kiss, when I did it the second time she relaxed again and I heard her give an enormous sigh. As she obviously liked what I'd done I gave her a few more little kisses and then, gaining confidence, tried giving it a few delicate licks too, around the edges and then up between the lips themselves. As I did that they seemed to open, sort of unfold themselves and my tongue slipped down in between them. Then, as my tongue slipped deeper and its movements became less tentative, Sheila began to moan with obviously growing pleasure. I tried desperately to remember what little we'd learned about female anatomy - remembered the teacher mentioning the clitoris, the nerve centre - and what I'd heard older guys saying about a woman's 'button', that to give a girl an orgasm you had to press the button the right way. By that stage Sheila was getting so much enjoyment from what I was already doing that I didn't really want to risk too much experimenting. But, what the older guy's had said kept coming back into my head - and apart from what I needed for myself, I really wanted to give Sheila an orgasm. So, very cautiously at first, each time I withdrew my tongue from in between the lips of her vagina, I tried sort of flicking it up through the hairs immediately above them. Even if I didn't know it at the time, I must have hit the target enough times for Sheila to get sufficient additional stimulation. Though it's just as likely that most of what she was feeling was actually in her head, just from the fact that she was having a guy go down on her - I found out later that it her very first time too. Anyway, whatever the actual trigger was it was certainly powerful - and she suddenly went wild. On top of everything else that was happening, it was the first time I'd ever seen a girl have a real orgasm. I'd rubbed my fingers up between a few girls' legs - and when I'd seen them writhing about as a result of that I'd thought that was what happened when a girl had one. But Sheila's response was nothing like that at all. Although she'd relaxed when I started kissing and then tensed up when I began licking her, she hadn't actually done anything to encourage me - but when she began to approach orgasm she certainly did. She spread her legs even wider apart and her hands grabbed hold of my hair, then she started giving a series of gasping grunts as her hips began to jerk up and down. Looking back at it, what we were doing was pretty uncoordinated. With my mouth pressed tight against her pussy it was almost impossible to lick her clit so I just flicked it in and out, sometimes feeling the hard ridge, sometimes poking it inside her pussy. But the combination of her jerking up and down and my flickering tongue - plus the fact that it was her first time - was more than enough and a few moments later she pulled my head hard up against herself and I felt her entire body starting to convulse. Experiencing the force of someone else's climax for the first time was really quite frightening, I wasn't sure whether she was going to faint, whether I had actually hurt her in some way or what I should do next. Not that I had much choice really, her grip hadn't slackened, her fingers still had me tightly by the hair - so I just continued doing what I had been doing for her with my mouth and tongue. Although it went on for absolutely ages - she no sooner reached the peak of one climax than she seemed to start another - eventually of course she'd had enough and although she still held on to me, she finally pushed my head a little away from herself. I was actually quite thankful about that, it gave me a chance to catch a few much needed breaths of air. Those Days of...Ch. 46-50 We stayed like that for maybe five minutes, maybe longer, Sheila's fingers stroking the back of my head, toying with my hair. Although my cock was so hard and swollen that it was beginning to hurt, I was really quite happy - pleased with myself for having been able to satisfy her so intensely. Then I felt her shift back on the seat, her hands pushing me back a little, lifting my face - and then she bent forwards and kissed me. It was an incredible kiss, soft, moist - yet so full of emotion that it was much more stirring than many other, more passionate kisses I'd had. 'That was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt Roger.' she said quietly. 'You can't begin to imagine what it felt like. But you must be in a terrible state by now. Get up.' It wasn't just my cock that was stiff, I'd been kneeling down there for so long that one leg had completely gone to sleep, but I got up and before I'd had a chance to sit down beside her, she began to undo my trousers. 'My turn now.' was all she said as she struggled to get them down far enough to get at my cock. And although she presumably didn't have that much more experience than I'd had at doing it and she certainly didn't even try to take more than just the head in her mouth, taking that out again when she felt I was about to come, she gave me my very first blow-job. When we'd tidied ourselves up we walked the rest of the way to her house and though neither of us said very much I could feel that there was a kind of bond between us. She was very affectionate, hugging me every now and then, stopping from time to time to kiss me - and I found I really liked the feelings that flowed between us. Just before we got to her place she stopped again, said that we should have our good-night kiss there, in case her parents were looking out for her - and although we didn't allow ourselves to get too carried away we certainly did a good deal more than kiss. When she finally said she really had to go in I asked her when I could see her again - and I've never ever forgotten what she said. She looked up at me, a nearby street light reflecting off her eyes as she said - 'If you'll do what you just did for me, you can see me every day, if you want to.' I thought about what she'd said as I waited for a bus and again later, when I was home, in bed. Not just what she'd said, but also the incredibly powerful way she'd come. Plus the unbelievable sensations she'd given me with her lips and fingers. And as well as all that, how affectionate she'd been towards me as I walked her home. I suddenly realised that girls were just as horny as guys - and had the thought that if most guys were reluctant to go down on a girl, one who did would probably be more appealing than many others. The possibilities of that brought on another erection and it was only after I'd got myself off that I finally fell asleep. My thoughts were confirmed a few weeks later. Sheila and I went out as frequently as our separate school activities - and her parents, allowed. We'd usually have a school event, a movie or a party as our excuse - but we both knew that as soon as we could we would head for somewhere where we could do it to each other. At night we'd often return to the seat in the park, when we met during the day at the week-end it was more difficult, we'd have to keep our eyes open for likely places - but somehow we usually managed. Apart from anything else, our skills were rapidly improving, we didn't say very much to each other about it but learned by finding what was effective and what wasn't. A process of trial and error if you like - discovering different techniques, different ways of pleasing each other. So, that had been going on for about three or four weeks I suppose, it was at a party, somebody's birthday party, when the thoughts I'd had that first night, were actually confirmed. Like most kids, when we were at a party we didn't stay with each other all the time, when we weren't dancing, the girls would usually get together in various groups, talking and laughing, watching the boys. The boys formed other groups, doing very similar things. I'd earlier seen Sheila at the centre of a particular group of girls, only noticing them at that time because they seemed much quieter than everyone else. They were whispering to each other about something - and every now and then, one or another would glance up, apparently looking in my direction before returning her attention to what was being said. Some time later, I'd gone down to the bottom of the garden for a piss - the girls always took so long in the bath-room that we usually left that for them. As I re-zipped my fly and turned around I found there was girl standing there, she must have been watching me. Her name was Greta, a girl in the class a year ahead of Sheila and one that I and just about every guy I knew, would have given their right arm for a session with. Her parents originally came from either Norway or Sweden, I never could remember which - and she had that typical Scandinavian look; long, straight, very blonde hair, enormous pale blue eyes and those prominent high cheek-bones. And apart from an absolutely gorgeous face, she had the most incredible figure; big, high-set breasts, small waist and long, very slim legs. As I said, every one of the guys positively drooled over her - and so far as I knew, none of them had ever got anywhere with her. So you can imagine my amazement when, cool as anything she said 'Hello.' and I tried to overcome my tongue-tied embarrassment by mumbling something back. 'Can you drive?' she then asked, confusing me even more. I told her I was taking lessons but didn't have a proper licence. 'Pity, Mum lent me her new car, I thought you might like to try it. Anyway, would you like to see it?' she asked after a few moments pause. Greta could show me the latest thing in cake-making if she wanted to, so of course I said I'd like that, trying hard to sound genuinely interested. There was a gate in the back fence, which led into a narrow, poorly lit lane-way behind the houses - and that's where she'd parked. When she'd unlocked it she didn't open the driver's door, she opened one of the back doors instead - and then suggested I see how comfortable the seats were. I got in and as she came in after me I slid across to make room for her, then as she shut the door behind her and the overhead light went out, she came straight into my arms and kissed me. It took me about one second flat to get over my initial surprise - and for my cock to suddenly wake up to what was going on. As that first kiss continued I got a hand up between us and went straight for a feel of one of her amazing breasts. It felt great, even though there were both her blouse and bra between my fingers and the firm flesh - and as I squeezed and kneaded it I felt my cock straining up to full attention. I guess I was so afraid that I might suddenly wake and find it was all a dream that I was nervous about taking the next step - but Greta certainly wasn't. After pushing me a bit away from herself she quickly undid buttons and clips and suddenly I was confronted with the reality of what a couple of dozen guys had only been able to dream about. Even in the half-light inside the car I could see them quite clearly, certainly clearly enough to see that in the flesh they were even bigger and firmer than I'd ever imagined. At their tips were pale pink circles, centred by slightly darker nipples and I could see that they were starting to get a little bit stiff. After just staring at them for quite some time I slipped my hands under the warm heaviness of her breasts and bent down to take one of the hardening nipples between my lips. I licked, gently nibbled and sucked one, then the other, then the first one again. Thrilling at the feel of having my face buried in the lush, sweet smelling valley between them. Wanting nothing else but to be able to stay there caressing and fondling them all night. Although I was lost in my own world, in a haze of wonderful sensations, after a while I became aware that Greta had started to make faint, mewling sounds. What I was doing was obviously starting to turn her on and I began to vaguely wonder what else she might let me do. But again she took me completely by surprise. I had got as far as dropping one hand down on to her knee but had no sooner done that than she began to push my head away from herself and for one terrible moment I thought I had over-stepped some invisible barrier, that she was going to stop me from even continuing to kiss and caress her breasts. So, when she then whispered - 'Will you do it to me Roger?' - I really had no idea what she meant. 'Do what?' 'What you do for Sheila, silly.' Naturally I obliged her - and Greta reacted just as strongly as Sheila. After it was over, as I resumed fondling and sucking her breasts, she used her long, slim fingers to give me an incredibly powerful climax. Afterwards, as I cleaned myself up as best I could with my handkerchief I asked her how she'd known what Sheila and I had been doing. She grinned and told me I ought to understand that girls talk about most things. Having a boy who was prepared to go down on her was so unusual that Sheila naturally couldn't help letting her friends know how lucky she was. When we finally returned to the party I saw most of the girls turn to watch us, when they saw the smug grin of satisfaction on Greta's face they knew that what Sheila had been telling them wasn't just her wishful thinking and then I saw several of them glance at me - appraising what they saw. In amongst them there was just one pair that were staring coldly at me - Sheila's. Within the next three or four days I had about half a dozen phone calls from different girls - each one with a different reason for ringing - I had invitations to other parties, to a school dance, a theatre outing, you name it. Even Greta rang, though her conversation was far more direct - when could we do it again? There were other things she would like me to try, if I was interested. If I was interested! The only person who didn't ring was of course Sheila, so I rang her. It was a very short conversation - she said she never wanted to see me again. I asked why. She said I knew why. I asked if she meant what had happened with Greta. She said of course she did. I said it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't talked about us to her friends - and she hung up on me. I was sorry about that, I really liked Sheila, not just the sexual aspect, I liked her, liked her sense of humour, the way she smiled, the way she kissed. But, if that's the way she wanted it - what was I to do? I rang Greta - and made a date for the following Friday night. Then the best looking of the girls who'd rung me and made a date with her for Saturday. I considered going for a third on the Sunday but thought that might be taking things a bit too far - anyway being new to the whole thing, at that stage, though it sounds funny today, I wasn't sure how much sex my body could stand. For the next few months I was like a kid turned loose in a sweet factory. My parents couldn't understand the sudden flood of phone calls I was getting, all from girls and I must have sucked more pussy than the average guy does in half a life-time. I still thought about Sheila quite a lot - but managed to drown my sorrows in pussy-juice, a lot of it Greta's. And incidentally, she was the one who introduced me to your particular speciality Barbara - getting me off between your breasts I mean.' I explained as I saw her questioning look. Adding truthfully. 'But although, because it was something that I had never even thought of, it was incredibly exciting, the thrills were nothing like those you gave me.' She grinned happily back at me. 'That's nice to know - you must be about due for another of those. But tell me, did you finally get rid of your virginity during all this other activity?' 'Not during it, no. The girls were only after me for the thing I could do for them - but there was no shortage of blow-jobs. But it is fair to say that I lost my virginity as a result of all that activity.' 'You'll have to explain that for me.' 'Well, the first time was with Sheila you see.' 'Aha! Trade-off!' 'Now it's your turn to explain.' 'Simple. Girl gets guy, girl loses guy, girl wants guy back. How does she get him? What trade-off does she make?' 'Yes, I suppose you're right - though I've never really thought of it quite as cold-bloodedly as that.' 'There's nothing cold-blooded about sex Roger.' she answered with a grin. 'True - and certainly not with Sheila.' 'O.K. - we've probably got enough time before the man brings our dinner - tell me how it happened, then you can keep your other stories until after we've eaten.' Chapter 50 Losing It 'It was her college's end of year formal ball - we were both in the preceding year, one more to go before we left - but hers had this unusual arrangement. The kids in our year were the helpers, waiters and waitresses, organised the tickets, got the band, decorated the hall, all that kind of stuff. And those that had helped but who weren't needed to actually work during the ball were allowed to attend. Sheila had been doing a lot of the promotional work, making posters and things, so she was going - and, a couple of weeks before it, quite out of the blue, she rang and asked me if I would partner her. I guess it was her way of saying 'sorry', letting me know that she still liked me and wanted us to get back together again. Now I'd been having a great time during the months since the party when it all started, but although I'd been with some very attractive girls I hadn't found one I liked anywhere near as much as I did Sheila. So I said 'yes'. I hired a penguin suit, you know black tie gear, bought her a corsage of orchids and as by then I'd finally got my driving licence I was able to borrow my father's car for the evening - so felt I was doing everything with a bit of style. Her mother opened the door when I knocked and a few moments later Sheila came out to join me. My eyes nearly popped out of my head - I would never have recognised her. I don't know what had happened to her in those few months but certainly something had. She was absolutely stunning! I can still remember the dress she wore, a deep, vivid blue, cocktail length I think they call it, with a big, flared skirt, lots of ruffly layers underneath it - but with a tight-fitting, strapless bodice, with those sparkly things.' 'Do you mean sequins?' Barbara asked. 'Yes, that's right, sequins, in a series of curling lines up the front of it, curving up and outlining her breasts. It was her breasts that made my eyes pop, they seemed to be twice the size I remembered, I couldn't believe they'd grown that much in just a few months. Anyway, there they were and even if the size of them was being exaggerated by the cut of the dress, there was no way she could have faked the deep cleavage I could see between them. Her hair had been softly waved and looked great and even her face looked more beautiful than I remembered. All in all I thought she looked like a film-star and I couldn't believe how lucky I was. But I couldn't think of anything sensible to say, I mumbled something about her looking very pretty and as I thrust the flowers at her I remember she and her mother exchanged smiles with each other - as though they'd fully expected the sight of her to put me in a state of nervous confusion. It took us a while to recapture the relationship we'd had, we were both pretty tense with each other for a while, neither quite knowing what to say to the other - but once we joined up with our friends and the dance got started it was as though we'd been together the whole time, we were soon joking and laughing the way we always had and I was feeling great. The school didn't allow alcohol at the ball but most of the guys smuggled something in, then used it to lace the soft drinks and fruit punch that was served - and I was no different. Sheila and I had each had a couple of drinks, no more than that and the next time I offered her one she suggested we take them outside, drink them in the car park, so we could cool off a bit after all the dancing we'd been doing. We slipped away from the rest of our group and carried our drinks out with us - it was a really lovely evening, clear skies, a bit of moon showing, warm but every now and then a faint breeze blew, just what we needed to cool off, without actually getting cold. We walked across to where I'd parked my father's car and got in, leaving the door open to catch the breeze. We'd been sitting there for a few minutes during which time neither of us had said a word, then I put my drink down, took hers and put it beside mine, then slipped my arm around her and told her how much I'd missed her, that I wanted us to be special again, that she was the most stunning girl at the ball and I felt terrific being her escort. She kissed me. It was just like the kiss she gave me after the first climax I gave her, soft, moist and hinting at an underlying passion. She asked me if I was really serious about her and I said I was, really serious, that it had taken the other girls to make me realise just how much I liked her, how much she meant to me. We kissed again, a lot, which didn't do her make-up any good but she didn't seem to care and I could feel that by then she was getting almost as worked up as I was. She admitted that she'd missed me too, that she'd been tempted to call earlier and say she was sorry for the stupid way she'd acted - she knew how brazen Greta could be and that given the way she'd gone about it, there hadn't been too much I could have done differently, that if she hadn't been so silly about it, I probably wouldn't have gone out with all the other girls. Girls who were only too eager to come back and tell her what an absolutely marvellous pussy-licker I was. I felt myself go a vivid shade of red when she said that but waited until she'd finished letting off steam before I said something about none of the other girls being anywhere near as pretty as she was - down there - that I'd played the field the way I had because I was ashamed of what I'd done with Greta, then angry at the way she, Sheila had reacted and all in all had behaved just as stupidly myself. 'Did you, you know, I mean, did you go all the way with any of them?' 'No, just what we used to do for each other.' She sat there in silence for quite a long time then, apparently having made up her mind about something, looked up at me and in a quiet, almost shy voice asked me. 'Would you like to - with me I mean?' When I asked her what she meant she got embarrassed but said that she'd talked things over with her mother, not about me of course, about boys, sex and what was bound to happen to her sooner or later. Anyway, her mother had agreed that she should go on the pill, just to be on the safe side. So, if we were going to be special again, it was safe for us to try it, sometime, if I felt the same way too. I didn't know what to say, so I kissed her again, long and hard and as we kissed she slipped her hand down between my legs and found the equally long hardness of my fully aroused cock. When we surfaced for air she said with a shy smile. 'I know one part of both of us that thinks it would be a good idea for them to get to know each other.' 'But not here, not in the car Sheila. I want it to be special the first time, especially for you, it's so important for a girl, the first time I mean - for a boy too of course - but somehow it's different for a girl. Anyway, you deserve something a lot better than a quick back-seat job.' She gave me a big hug and said. 'How about in a proper double-bed then?' Those Days of...Ch. 46-50 'Whose?' I asked incredulously. 'My aunt's. She's away on holiday and as I feed and take care of her cats for her, I have the key to her house, have it in my bag as a matter of fact.' she added with a wicked grin. There was really no need to say any more, we went back to the hall, collected our things and left again without saying a word to anyone. The dance would go on until well after midnight so her parents wouldn't be expecting her home until around one o'clock, so we had hours ahead of us - and neither of us wanted to waste a minute of it. Her aunt's place wasn't far away and though at first it felt odd being in a strange house, Sheila took me around the place as though she owned it, offered and poured a drink for me, showed me where the kitchen and the bath-room were - and then, finally, the bed-room too. It was a very feminine room, decorated in mainly pastel colours and against that background Sheila looked even more stunningly beautiful. She stood there, looking at me, waiting for me as I darkened the room a little bit by turning off the overhead light, then, as I took her in my arms and drew her close I said softly. 'Let's take our time, there's no rush, nothing is going to happen until you really want it to, I promise you that.' Naturally enough, although we were both fired-up, we were also a bit nervous about what we were going to do and when I first put my arms around her I felt the tension in her body. I drew her closer and began to kiss her, stroking her hair and caressing the back of her neck, and soon felt her relaxing, her thigh pressing against the growing hardness of my cock. 'You're a girl any boy would love to make love with Sheila. I can't tell you how much it means to me that I'm the one you chose to be the first. And that other part of me, the part you were talking about earlier, you can feel what he thinks about you, can't you.' She nodded and I continued. 'It's got that big just from looking at you. You're looking absolutely beautiful this evening, beautiful - and very sexy.' 'And you haven't been able to keep your eyes off my breasts.' I grinned down at her. 'You noticed.' 'You never seemed to look anywhere else.' 'It's just that they seem bigger suddenly - I always liked them, you know that - but, well, have you grown that much in just the last few months?' 'I have a bit - but it's probably because you haven't seen me for a while, if we'd been going out all this time you wouldn't have noticed the change from day to day.' 'I can't wait to see them properly.' 'I've been wanting you to - and to touch and kiss them too Roger. But even more than that, I've been wanting you to touch and kiss me, down there, the way you used to - you can't imagine how good that felt. And I got so mad, thinking of you giving all that pleasure to those other girls instead. That's when I decided that I wanted more than that - I wanted you to really make love to me.' I tilted her head up and kissed her again. Her lips were moist and responsive and I felt her tongue reaching into my mouth and knew her needs were rising just as strongly as mine were. As my mouth and tongue responded I slipped both hands down behind her, gripping her buttocks and pulling her closer, so she could feel the way my cock was surging. Moving slowly, I steered her across the room until she was beside the bed, where I stopped, broke off the kiss and looked down into her eyes. Seeing her expression of barely contained anticipation I slipped my hands up under her breasts, cupping and gently fondling them, thrilling at the firmer, greater fullness of them. 'They feel beautiful Sheila, just beautiful. I can't wait to kiss them, to feel your nipples hardening between my lips as I suck them. That's what you'd like me to do first isn't it?' 'Mmm!' she murmured, nodding slightly. 'You'll have to help me with the dress.' 'O.K. - you get out of your things too.' We'd seen most parts of each other's bodies during the time we had been going out together - but we'd never completely undressed in front of each other and never been fully naked before, so I suppose it was understandable that we were both a bit shy and nervous. But even so, as I struggled out of my clothes I couldn't keep my eyes off Sheila as she took hers off. The dress was easy, one zip down the back and it fell to her feet, leaving her standing there for just a few moments in her stockings and underwear - and I felt my blood start to pound even more strongly as I looked at her. Her bra and panties were the same deep blue as her dress - but were quite unlike any bra and panties I'd seen up to then. The bra was strapless of course, cut so the deep valley between her breasts was left uncovered, the supporting cups ending just above her nipples. The panties were what I now know are called French, with very wide legs and as she turned and bent to pick up the dress I caught a brief, tantalising glimpse of the creamy flesh beneath them. But as well as all that, there were the stockings - she, like all the other girls at that time either wore nothing, or panty-hose. I'd seen plenty of pictures of women in stockings, in girlie magazines and things - but never before in the flesh. I couldn't believe how sexy they made her look - and me feel. I guess my thing about stockings really dates from that night Barbara.' 'I can see why it's so strong then - the first time creates some very powerful memories, even if we're not conscious we have them.' 'That's true. Well, Sheila glanced across at me, gave me a shy smile when she saw how hard I was staring at her, then turned back the covers on the bed and started to take the rest of her things off. I can still see her now - one leg up on the end of the bed, carefully rolling the stocking down. And I remember having a sudden rush of what I can only describe as sheer lust. Wanting desperately to be standing behind her - ramming my cock up into her. Somehow I managed to suppress that urge but felt myself trembling as I stood watching her. Having taken her stockings off she unclipped her bra and I finally saw just how beautiful her breasts were. Not quite as big as Greta's, but that really seemed very unimportant, and they were certainly bigger than I remembered them. But they still had the perfect shape they'd always had and I moistened my lips when I stared at those upswept curves, curves tipped with pink, already stiffening nipples. As she slipped her panties down I tore off the last of my things and when I looked up again I saw she was staring at my cock as intently as I had been at her. Glancing down I found it was rearing almost vertically, quivering as blood continued to surge up into it. I went across to her, pushed her gently down on to the edge of the bed, then crouched down and cupping her breasts in my hands, pressed my face down between them. The feel of the warm silkiness of her skin against my face was unbelievably exciting and as my fingers fondled and caressed her and my lips began to suck and gently nibble the spiking nipples, I felt my body responding even more strongly, my cock jerking, my balls aching from the pressure inside them. My caresses were fuelling Sheila's needs too, as I shifted my attention from one breast to the other I could feel both nipples swelling even more, their tips becoming almost leathery - and as I continued sucking and fondling them her hands, which were holding my head hard up against herself, tightened their grip. When I thought her breasts had received more than enough attention I pushed her backwards, so she was lying flat down on the bed, her legs dangling over the side and, pausing for a moment, looked down at her. Her silky, unblemished skin, the taut firmness of every curve, the mass of crinkly curls between her legs - and, imagining the damp heat of what was nestling inside, felt the fire that was already burning fiercely inside me, blazing even higher. In spite of how I was feeling and although I imagine she expected me to start making love to her straight away, I had other ideas. It was a long time since she'd felt my tongue in her pussy, and I knew just how much she loved me doing that. So, easing her legs apart, I shifted myself forward between them, then lifted and rested them on my shoulders. In that position her pussy was totally exposed and I began to kiss and slowly lick my way up towards it, the warm softness of her inner thighs pressing against my face, the scent of her sex filling my nostrils. As I always had, I took my time, hearing Sheila's familiar low moans of her steadily growing pleasure. But even so, it wasn't long before I felt rippling tremors running through her, then her body arched, lifting her hips up off the bed and her moans turned to more demanding grunts. Until then, because I wanted to prolong her pleasure as much as possible, I'd been careful to avoid directly stimulating her clitoris - but, realising how quickly her need was rising I finally I slid my tongue up over the hardened ridge and began to gently flick it. She immediately began to buck her hips up and down, her hands clasping my head, pulling it hard up against herself, and as I steadily increased the speed of its flickering her rhythm became even more urgent as she felt herself building towards orgasm. Then, quite suddenly, she gave an unbelievably loud shriek, and I felt her entire body convulsing. Feeling that, I stiffened my tongue and began to dart it in and out of her pussy, then, as the most violently powerful orgasm I'd ever seen her experience ripped through her, I pressed my mouth tight against her, sucking and tasting the acrid sweetness of her freely flowing juices. Although she was gripping my head with both her hands and thighs as she literally ground herself against it, and tried desperately to hold me there, I had other plans - her and my virginity were both about to be disposed of. So, while the waves were still rolling through her I broke her grip and pulled myself up, seeing how grotesquely swollen my cock had got, its dark purple head sticky with the pre-cum that had already oozed out of it. Sheila's eyes had until then been shut but as I stood up she opened them and stared in disbelief when she also saw the state my cock was in. From the expression on her face it looked as though her disbelief was also tinged with apprehension, realising I was about to try to get all of what she was staring at up inside her still spasming, virgin pussy. She needn't have worried, I planned to be very gentle with her, I was determined that neither of us would remember our loss of virginity as a time of her pain but rather as one of ultimate pleasure. I felt sure that at that moment, while her body was reluctantly winding down from her orgasm, I should be able to achieve that with the minimum of force. I helped her move further up on to the bed, got up between her legs and, as she bent and spread them wider, moved closer and guided my cock between the wet outer lips. I gave a slight push and watched it slip inside, shivering with delight at the sensations that shot through me as I felt myself sliding into the velvety warmth of a girl's pussy for the very first time. Sheila moaned softly as she felt me begin to enter her, tensing in anticipation of what was yet to come, probably recalling the sight of it and wondering if she would be able to take it all without too much pain. Starting with a series of small pushes, each followed by a pause, that I thought might allow her body to stretch to accommodate me, I edged myself slowly into her body, each forward movement generating exciting thrills for me, each pause giving me a chance to relish the feeling of having her pussy tightening around my cock. Then, after I had managed to get perhaps a third of my length into her, I felt what I assumed must be her hymen restraining further progress - and knew there was only one way through that. I first made sure that she was really wet all the way up inside by using a series of short, quick stabbing movements - then, with one sudden, more powerful thrust, broke through - the momentum taking me even deeper into her. She gave a short, sharp cry and once again I paused, to give her time to recover and speaking softly I said. 'That's it darling - the worst's over. Now relax - I'll give you a moment or two.' Adding. 'You're a real woman now you know.' She opened her eyes, lifted her head, smiled happily up at me and answered. 'Don't worry Roger - that wasn't bad, there wasn't very much pain. But you are incredibly big - and you're very definitely a real man!' 'Good - now, just relax and enjoy what's coming.' I said, as I began to slowly rock my hips back and forth, easing a fraction more of me into her with each move. She sighed deeply, lay back, closed her eyes again and gave herself up to the sensations her body was experiencing for the very first time. Even though I had known she was a virgin and of course I had nothing to compare the feelings with, I'd never imagined how tight the fit would be. My cock felt as though it was being squeezed down a narrow, oiled-silk tube - it was absolutely phenomenal - and the further I managed to get inside, as more and more of my cock was compressed into her, so the thrills became even stronger. I was using slow, firm strokes, still controlling the depth of each so as not to suddenly overwhelm her newly opened body and as the exciting sensations that gave me mounted, I began to wonder if I could restrain my own climax long enough to finish what I had started. The pressure in my tightly swollen balls was making them feel as though they had been badly bruised and was becoming almost unbearable. Then, the sighs and low moans of pleasure that Sheila had been making suddenly changed, I heard her give a long, drawn-out sigh of satisfaction - and I realised that I was at last fully embedded inside her, the entire length of me was filling her, my pelvis hard up against hers. Once more her eyes opened and she grinned weakly up at me as she murmured, 'It's hard to believe Roger, but I think I've actually got all of you inside me!' 'I know you have - how does it feel?' 'Oh, it's indescribable far more wonderful than I'd ever imagined.' She must have realised just how restrained I had been up until then - and what it had cost me to do so - and that I couldn't hold on like that forever, because she added. 'But will you do it properly now?' I nodded. 'Yes, I honestly can't wait much longer. You're so tight, and it feels so exciting, I'm not sure how long I'll be able to hold on - but I'll do my best to make it as good as I can for you.' Having said that I began with long, slow, deep strokes and the sensations were so incredible I'd have loved to be able to just continue on like that, but my need had grown too strong and all too soon I realised that my thrusting had been gaining both speed and power. Luckily Sheila reacted just as quickly, grunting as her muscles flexed and enormous shudders ran up through her body and I felt sure she had begun to climb towards another orgasm. Then I felt my inner surge begin its unstoppable rush, the rush became a torrent as my bottled-up semen seared up from deep, deep down, and, as I cried out at the intensity of the sensations ripping through me, it finally jetted deep into the heart of her. She screamed with sheer ecstasy and, winding her legs round my waist, her fingers clawing at my back, she thrust herself upwards as hard as she could, forcing my pistoning, pumping cock even deeper inside herself. It would be hard to call those last moments, making-love, we were simply fucking - and we fucked until I was totally spent, she was limp and we were both, utterly exhausted! We lay there, locked together, for a long time. Sweat pooled between us, making our over-heated bodies slippery. I could feel her heart pounding almost as hard as my own was and her breathing was as ragged, panting as after-shocks of pleasure continued coursing through her. My cock feeling her pussy twitching as it contracted back to its normal size. Neither of us said a word, too busy coping with what we'd finally done, the new feelings we'd each experienced - and the sheer animal-like force that had been released from some place deep inside each of us. Then I remembered there would be blood - and that neither of us had thought about that before - the last thing we wanted to do was ruin her aunt's bedding. 'Sheila darling.' I whispered. 'There's probably going to be some blood - I'll be as careful as I can, can you sort of, well hold on somehow, while I go to the bath-room for a cloth.' Her eyes opened slowly, almost lazily and if I hadn't known it before, seeing the way she looked up at me would have told me she loved me - and I realised that I loved her. She reached up for me, her arms twined around my neck and pulled my lips down for another of those wonderfully soft, loving kisses. 'I don't think it'll be too bad darling. But there's certainly plenty of you inside me. Millions of potential little Rogers.' she said with a chuckle as her lips and arms finally released me. 'But a damp cloth and a towel are a good idea, I should have thought of that before - but I wasn't thinking very straight just then. Be careful of yourself too, drips on the carpet I mean.' I cupped my cock and balls as I made a quick dash for the bath-room then rinsed off the small traces of red that were mixed in with the sticky coating of semen before taking a damp cloth and towel back to minister to Sheila. As she'd said, there was surprisingly little blood, just traces similar to what I'd washed off myself but once I'd patted her pussy and inner thighs dry and she rolled over, I saw how the other fluids we'd each released had soaked the sheet beneath her. 'Oops! Problems.' I said, pointing to what I'd found. 'Don't worry about that, I'll wash them tomorrow, when I come over to feed the cats.' 'What time's that?' 'Oh, somewhere around five o'clock, why?' 'Would you like some help?' I asked with grin. She grinned broadly back at me. 'Now that is a good idea. Maybe I should leave washing the sheets until another day, just in case they somehow get messed up again. What do you think?' 'I think that's being very practical darling. In fact, although right now I fancy something to eat, I think we should leave them where they are - just in case they get messed up again tonight, before we leave I mean.' 'Oh no - I've created a sex fiend!' she cried in mock horror. 'How can a poor defenceless girl like me cope with such a ravenously, insatiable beast?' 'Very happily and with great satisfaction I should think.' I answered and we laughed as we clung happily together. We grabbed a couple of towels from the bath-room and wrapped them around us, more to keep from catching a chill than from modesty and as Sheila said she was a bit hungry, went through to the kitchen to make a snack from bits and pieces we found there. It was a wonderful time, we felt like two, new people - all our senses were sharper, we passed pieces of food to each other, comparing and swapping taste sensations. Between bites we found ourselves staring at each other, and, as though to confirm that what we were experiencing was reality and not just a dream, touching and kissing, each kiss full of our new-found feelings for each other. But of course nature soon took its course, it wasn't very long before the softly loving looks we gave each other grew slightly more intense, the touches became more intimate, the little kisses grew longer, more demanding - and sometime later I took Sheila's hand, pulled her to her feet and took her back to the bed-room. On the way she asked if this time she could take charge - and of course I said she could. So, after she'd brought my cock up to full size again with her mouth she climbed up on top of me and that time it was she that fucked me - and that was even more sensational!