Close Encounters Of Various Kinds 2

In 'The Thick of It' I wrote about a month, 30+ years ago, of sexual activity with Kairos, a delightful man with a thick cock. I included his account of consummating their mutual desire with his mother, Dulcie. He was an academic, whose special expertise in the Classics was epigraphy, the deciphering of texts on ancient tombs and monuments.

Apart from the story about him and his mother, Dulcie, he told me of several other sexual adventures. I realised later that these were partly acts of kindness, because they involved women with disadvantages of various kinds, women with whom he felt especially empathetic. Partly thanks to following his mother's injunction that he was never to take advantage of a woman for his own pleasure but always to be motivated by respect and affection for the woman as an individual human being.

I recounted, in his voice, a couple of these contacts in 'Close Encounters of Several Kinds 1,' and I'll go on now to another of his sexual adventures, again in his voice, continuing from the previous episode, when he was on an archaeological dig on a Greek island, enjoying life with an elderly retired academic.

THE VIRGIN WIDOW

Jadwiga and I returned from that Greek island to her little flat near the university from which she had retired as professor emerita, to write up our report, complete with photos, sketches and field notes. It had not been worthwhile to try and transport any of our reconstructions, because they were incomplete and did not figure any notable persons. Meanwhile I was applying more or less worldwide for suitable scholarly openings, which were few and far between, so that I began to think I should take a school teaching training or, like Dulcie, my mother, go to work in a private establishment.

Jadwiga headed off to an engagement as a consultant by a German museum reviewing its holdings of Greek antiquities, and I returned home to Dulcie to enjoy a rapturous reunion, beginning as she met me at the door, and, having kissed her passionately my next action was to pull down her knickers, kneel before her and transfer the kiss to her clitoris. You will guess that we were soon in, or rather on, bed, celebrating our reunion. After which, as we lay satiated, we recounted our activities since I had last been at home. I told her of my time with Jadwiga, and she introduced the woman who was shortly going to be my next sex encounter.

The woman was apparently aptly named Sylvia, because she was small and delicate, elphine, like a mythical being from the woods, a sprite or dryad. Dulcie relayed her back story. Married at twenty to an older man with an accountancy firm, she waited patiently for him to consummate the marriage, puzzled that that though she shared a bed he did nothing but kiss her good-night, turn over and go to sleep. She thought there must be something amiss with her that he showed no desire, but consultations with doctors, notably a woman doctor, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her, and that she should be able to bear healthy children. The husband ignored any attempt to raise the subject, which, thanks to a sheltered upbringing, the young wise found difficulty to refer to. He simply replied that at present he had no time or resources for offspring and maybe they would get round to that in due time.

Realising that there would be no change in the immediate future, Sylvia raised the subject of her seeking employment, and he agreed, so long as her household management and accounts remained in good order, and they did, so she took her administrative abilities into her work as the school secretary of the girls' boarding school at which Dulcie taught Classics.

The husband became more and more embroiled in his firm, taking no other notice of his wife than expecting his breakfast and supper to be on time and the house to be run efficiently, with the services managed and the bills paid. Sylvia had been brought up to regard marriage as a contract to be terminated only by death, so she sought satisfaction in her work at the school, where, thanks to her patience, kindness and efficiency everyone loved her.

And the contract was terminated by death, because the husband died of a heart attack over his books at age fifty-seven, and Sylvia was a widow aged fifty-two, rather well off with inheriting the house, some investments and savings and selling the firm.

Dulcie said, 'The poor creature was not so much grief-stricken as bewildered. After all, there had been no love involved in that long liaison, so there was not much to mourn, but she was now suddenly freed and needing to take control of her life as a single person.

'It happened just after you went away, so at the start of the summer holidays, and only she and I were at school working on next year's timetable. She was simply stunned, and the best thing to do was to bring her here and take care of her, Which meant taking her to bed with me, because she was clinging to me, needing reassurance that she was still functioning and capable of moving on. She was also desperate for affection, starved of physical comfort, having had no cuddling since she was a little girl. She was unable to sleep, unless in my arms, snuggled up close.'

'Where is she now?' I asked.

'She had to go to London overnight, to settle some complicated legal business to with the selling of his firm. She'll be back tomorrow.'

'Then we'd better make the most of tonight,' I said.

'Well, not necessarily. There was an interesting outcome to all that cuddling.'

'You mean = '

'The stroking and soothing produced feelings she had never experienced. As if she were a sleeping beauty, with me as the prince, and needing to offer more than just a kiss. She was, is, so innocent and ignorant she didn't realise for some time that the caressing was not just comforting but sexual.'

'Was she shocked when she twigged?'

'No. She was so much enjoying it and so lacking in preconceptions that she was happy to accept my reassurances that there was nothing wrong with two women giving each other pleasure as part of their intimate relationship.'

'The sheer novelty must have carried away any hesitations. Did she come?'

'She was a little anxious at first when I sucked her lovely little nipples, but couldn't see why she shouldn't enjoy that like other women did, as I assured her they did. And when she tried mine there was no further doubt. '

'So, while I was reviving Jadwiga's ability to orgasm you were enabling Sylvia to orgasm - I assume she did.'

'Again, a little hesitant where I first touched her clitoris, having never made use of it herself, but happy for me to continue when she began to be aroused. What possible objection could there be? It was delightful when the first orgasm overcame her. She was astonished.'

'Was she happy to make you come, too?'

'She was almost overwhelmed by knowing she could give another person so much pleasure. All her senses came alive, as if she'd been dormant for 30 years, only half alive.'

'Virgin, then, in all possible ways. How moving, touching,' I said.

'And that's not all. I told her about us.'

'Good heavens! What did she think?'

'Yet again, she was a little shocked at first, but, again, she didn't see why we shouldn't express our love in whatever ways we liked. She's keen to meet you, because she knows how much love and pleasure you can give me.'

I said, 'And I'm keen to meet her, knowing how much she can give you.'

Dulcie thought for a moment, then, 'Remember she's been denied almost all awareness of sex for so long that it's dawning on her as something completely unexpected and new. She hasn't seen or read anything about it, and she's eager to make up the deficiency. She wants to experience everything, and I mean everything.'

'Do you mean -?'

'Yes. She wants to see us make love, because she wants to learn directly, not from second-hand sources. And I suspect she even wants to have heterosex as well as lesbian. She wants a penis in her vagina, because that's what other women take for granted. What has she got a vagina, for after all, if not to experience it in all possible ways.'

'That sounds delightful. I'm looking forward to that becoming possible, but meantime, my darling Dulcie, our little talk has had a certain effect, and it's your vagina I want to experience just now. Take me in. I need to come again.'

And, of course, I did, and so did she. Then we got up, showered, ate, returned to bed.

The following noon, Sylvia arrived, and I let her in, at once entranced by her charming appearance and aura. She was tiny, five feet tall at the most, slim and trim, smartly dressed in business suit, blouse, hose and high heeled pumps. The only signs of age were some crow's feet and her pepper-and-salt hair. She was carrying a raincoat and small suitcase, which I took from her as Dulcie came from the kitchen, and the two women embraced and kissed, mouth to mouth. Sylvia then offered me a small hand, then offered to hug me, saying, 'Kairos, I feel I know you already.' I was happy to fold her in my arms, saying, 'Dulcie has told me a lot about you, so likewise.'

We sat down to a salad lunch, fruit and icecream to follow, and adjourned with coffee to the sitting-room. The two women sat on the settee, and Sylvia put her legs over Dulcie's thighs to have her shoes removed and her feet massaged. She said, 'Oh, that feels good. Thank you,' and to me, 'You know, I'm fifty-two, and Dulcie has brought me alive, helped me to find my own body. I hardly knew, before, where parts of it were, or what they might feel like.'

'She's told me about that,' I said. 'And she is a wonderful partner to help you find out what parts of your body can feel like.'

'She's told me about you, too,' Sylvia said, 'How you can feel together. I'm so glad for you both.'

'And I'm so glad to hear about you and Dulcie, too,' I said.

'You're not jealous or anything?'

'Not at all. I rejoice in your mutual pleasure together.'

'Well, we don't seem to need any small talk, do we?' Dulcie said. 'Straight into the large talk.'

We laughed, and Dulcie went on, 'What follows we'll see. Probably best if we go on with the day and wait for inspiration. I suspect Sylvia has some papers in her suitcase to study and sign, and she and I must work on the timetable a bit - I've got the paperwork here - and Kairos had best get on with applying for work. We'll foregather for supper.'

Though I had been eager to embark on whatever would put us in bed, I knew Dulcie was wise to let that take its course. It might happen, it might not, no point in forcing the issue.

The afternoon passed as planned, therefore, including tea and biscuits without stopping what we were doing, and then we were at the kitchen table, eating a light supper. After which we washed up the day's dirty crockery, tidied everything away, and stood close, waiting for Dulcie to guide us.

She said, 'I suggest Kairos and I go up to my room, and Sylvia will come to us when she's ready.'

We were all happy about that, and Dulcie and I were soon upstairs, standing naked by her bed and already making love, my mouth clamped to her right breast and my right hand ruffling her muff and teasing her clitoris, when Sylvia knocked at the door and came in. She was dressed in a light dressing-gown, tied at the waist with a matching belt, and she immediately came to us and put her arms round us.

We moved apart and embraced her, kissing her lips in turn, before we released her and Dulcie loosed the knot at her waist and I drew off the dressing-gown. She was not in the least embarrassed, but stood as if ready for inspection. And, naturally, I was inspecting. My first impression was that everything about her was pointed. Her little nose, her chin, her nipples were pointed. But when she slowly turned I saw that her little bottom was not pointed at all - it was rounded, small but perfectly rounded. Her breasts were tiny, too, hardly enough to merit a bra, and I could probably have circled her waist with my hands touching at thumbs and little fingers. Below it her dark fluff rose up her flat tummy into another point. 'Beautiful,' I murmured.

She was looking at my erection with interest, and I urged it towards her for her to hold, which she did. 'First time I've seen one of those, let along touched it,' she said. 'It looks too large to fit into where it's supposed to go. I know it goes into Dulcie, but what about a little titch like me?'

'We shall see,' I said, 'But you were declared perfectly normal, I gather, so there shouldn't be any difficulty.'

'But before that I'd like to see the - cock go into the - cunt. I've never used those words, hardly knew them, thought they were just rude. But they're simply the names of those things, aren't they? I'm enjoying using them. I love Dulcie's cunt.'

'We'll show you some ways a cock go into a cunt, then,' Dulcie said. 'The commonest is like this.' She lay on the bed on her back, I got between her raised and parted knees and moved forward. 'You can guide him in, sweetheart,' Dulcie said. 'See if I'm wet enough first.'

Sylvia put a hand to Dulcie's vulva and slid a finger into her vestibule. She said, 'I love to do this, so wonderful to feel into another woman's cunt. I feels nice and slippery. I can see the way for the cock.'

I moved forward again, Sylvia took hold of my penis just below the shield and presented the tip to the waiting entrance. I slid in through her fingers, and she said, 'Marvelous, I'm holding a cock inside a cunt, but I'll let go when it goes in all the way.'

'No,' Dulcie said, 'Don't let go. Keep hold, because we'll change position and you can put him in again.' I pulled out, Sylvia keeping her hand round my cock, I got off the bed, and Dulcie rolled onto her side, bottom towards Sylvia and me, standing by the bed. Dulcie drew up her knees and edged her bottom towards us. 'Put him in again, Sylvie,' she said.

'What fun,' Sylvia said, 'He'll go in between your cheeks.' We knelt down and I shuffled forward, leaning back a little to help Sylvia, who felt between those abundant cheeks to locate the target and drew me gently towards it. She engaged me into the entry and I slid slowly in through her fingers. She said, 'I always thought the man let out his sperm as soon as he was inside the cunt, until Dulcie gave me a lot of sex-education. That's if I thought about it at all. Mostly I tried not to think about sex, because it was too sad to think about. I was trying not to have any gender, I suppose.'

'Take him out again, Sylvie,' Dulcie said, 'We'll join up another way.'

Sylvia kept hold while I backed out and away, and Dulcie knelt on the bed, head and shoulders down, and I got onto the bed behind her, Sylvia standing and moving to maintain her grip. 'Oh, right,' she said, 'You're going to do it like dogs. I sometimes wondered if humans could do that. Perhaps they always did it that way before humans evolved.'

I edged forward, ready to go in under, and Sylvia bent to look up into Dulcie's vulva, and said, 'So many new ways to look. I think she's nice and wet, because his going in made it juicy, so if he moves forward I can lead him, but I'll have to reach round Dulce's bottom to feel him from the other side. Oh, yes, I can feel the end of his cock with one hand and the other end of it with the other. Push now, Kairos, you'll go in. That's right. So exciting! But don't you want to go on and have orgasms - that's another new word for me to use?'

'Yes,' Dulcie said, 'But is there something more you'd like to see or to watch?'

'Well, yes, now you ask. I'd like to see his cock send out his sperm.'

'That's called "ejaculation," if that's another new one, though I think I told you it.'

'Yes, you did, and it made me want to see it.'

Dulcie explained, 'If you spend him now it'll be a little while before he can enter you, Sylvie, because usually the erection goes for a bit after ejaculation.'

'I know. You told me that, too. But I'd like to see what it does when it's inside you, or when it's inside me. If I can take it.'

'Go ahead, then, my darling,' Dulcie told me. 'Pull out to come on my bottom. And if you keep hold of him at the base of his cock, you'll feel it when he ejaculates.'

'Oh, I'd like that. It makes me feel part of the, of the, fuck, too. Did you hear that?'

'We did,' Dulcie said, 'So, my dear, go on and fuck mother Dulce.'

Of course I needed no further urging, and I began to slide in and out, withdrawing all the way and being guided in again by Sylvia, enabling her to see my cock, shiny with Dulcie's lube. She became more and more excited, more and more involved, uttering little encouragements, 'Oh, yes, that's so right.' 'Is it building up - I think it is.' 'It's making me so excited with you, with you both.' 'It's getting near, isn't it?' 'It's getting even harder. Does that mean it's going to spray out?' 'Am I really going to take all that in my cunt? I do hope so.' 'It's coming, isn't it? You're breathing faster.' 'It's gone really stiff. Yes, here it is! You're coming. You're not going in again. Here it comes. Look at that, all over Dulcie's bum.' She paused while my ejaculations ran down and ceased. Then she squeezed along the shaft, and said, 'I think you want to go in again. I'll put you in,' and I sheathed myself in Dulcie with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Sylvia was trembling with excitement, clearly highly aroused, so I pulled out, backed away and got off the bed. Dulcie guessed what I wanted to do and she, too, got off the bed, holding a hand over her vulva to catch the sperm-flow. I guided Sylvia to lie on the her back on the bed, got between her legs, lifted them apart and gazed at her sweet, fluffy vulva a moment in appreciation, before leaning down and clamping my lips on its lips, seeking her clitoris with my tongue. It was quite prominent, and pointed. I played my tongue over it, and she said, 'Oh, that's lovely. I'm think I'm going to have an orgasm. Yes, yes, I am. Oh, lovely, it's coming, lovely, lovely.' She squirmed about on that delicious little bottom, uttering little cries of pleasure.

Not to my surprise I was erect again, so aroused by the sight and sound of this delightful little woman that I moved forward and sought her opening with my glans-tip. She said, 'Oh, you want to go in, to go in my cunt. Go on, go on, if you can. I'm ready, aren't I?'

Dulcie was standing close by watching avidly. She said, 'Yes, darling, you're ready. He's got my juice to help him in. I love that he's going to take me inside you.' And she put a hand on my bottom to push me in. I was a little hesitant for a moment, fearing to hurt her, but then I yielded to the pressure, within and without, and slowly parted her charming labia. I paused with my bulb half way in, but she said, 'Come into me, Kairos, come in, come.'

She was a little tight for a moment, but her lubricant flowed and Dulcie's helped and I drove home. Dulcie let out a deep breath, and said, 'Yes. You did it, you did it. Both of you.'

Sylvia said, 'You're fucking my cunt, you're fucking my cunt. So I'm not a virgin any more, am I?'

Dulcie said, 'No, you're a woman completed.'

Sylvia laughed, unintentionally gripping me, then said, 'Maybe not quite yet. I need him to come, to go all the way, to be completed, utterly - deflowered.'

Dulcie said, 'That's right. Can you come, darling? Give her your sperm.'

I pulled back out, until only glans was lodged in her and said to Dulcie, 'Make me come, then, dear mother, toss me off into her cunt.'

And that is what followed. Dulcie took my shaft between fingers and thumb and worked the loose skin back and forth a few times, and said, 'He's coming, Sylvie. He's swelling to come. Take him right in,' and she pushed my bottom again with the other hand, and I drove all the way and ejaculated, as Sylvia said, 'I can feel him coming! He's coming right inside me. Oh, I'm going to have orgasm.'