Close Encounters Of Various Kinds 3

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. He always followed his mother's injunction 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, some of these contacts in 'Close Encounters of Several Kinds 1 and 2,' and I'll go on now to another, again in his voice.

BRAVING THE BODYSCAPE

My homebase American university was happy for me to spend summers in Europe, so long as I taught classes in Classics at various levels through the winter. So, fifteen years or so after my paradisal period with Dulcie and Sylvia, I was in the UK, working at the British Museum, advising about, and reconstructing texts on, chunks of stonework. It was September and I expected to be here until I flew home a few weeks later, but I got a summons to join a small team opening a dig in the south-west. A farmer had turned up some promising material by ploughing up some rough pasture on which he was shortly going to plant several hectares of potential forest. I doubted whether my specialism would be useful, but I surmised that this late in the digging season, and with most experienced archaeologists already booked, or heading for home, it was a matter of recruiting anyone who had experience of such projects. So, I was happy to sign on, especially as I gathered there would be a leading ceramics expert on board, a lady called Lorraine.

I knew of her in two aspects. First, she could identify pottery from tiny fragments, so this team fortunate in having her along. Second, the archaeological grapevine, or gossip column, hinted that she was a large woman and sexually voracious. Men who worked with her were, apparently, when attempting to answer her appetites, left drained or found wanting, limping away from the encounter with ego and equipment badly bruised. As I liked the specified area, and fancied some fresh air and exercise in the country, I signed up at once, and was bidden to rendezvous with my four colleagues, as was the custom, at the nearest pub.

When I arrived, in the evening, I found three of them already installed and enjoying a pint or two. There was a married couple and a single man, much older than me. He drew me aside, and said, 'Hugh and Sandra have the double room here, and there's a single for you or me, and the other bloke shares a cottage with Lorry.'

It was clear from his tone that he didn't want to risk life and limb with her, probably well aware of the rumours. I reassured him that I would be content with the cottage, because we could eat supper, at least, at the pub, so little self-catering would be needed. I spoke as if unaware of Lorry's reputation. 'That's settled, then,' he said, relieved. I wondered for a moment why she wasn't given the single room, but understood, rather to my dismay, that the probable answer was that if there were to be any gongs-on they would best go on in private. I wondered further whether I had been engaged for my comparative youth and temporary residence in the UK, rather than for any professional abilities I might be able to offer. The other single man's tone might even have implied this was the case.

At that moment the lady arrived, and I began to wonder if I had been wise to come, because she wasn't simply large - she was daunting. Taller then me, and wider in all ways, chest, hips, stomach, thighs, with the sort of bosom a chap could drown in. I suspect that when her rear elevation was available the broadness would apply to that, too.

Her forehead, cheekbones and mouth were also broad, her eyes huge, bright green and glittering. She was clearly fizzing with energy, packed with vitality and vigour.

She sized up the quartet in a second, shaking hands with a hand which was, yes, broad and powerful. She hardly needed telling she was to share a cottage, and with me. She didn't question this allocation of accommodation, merely remarking to me, 'I daresay we'll manage,' with a dazzling smile on those generous lips, eyes sparkling yet more. Was she lining me up already? If so, it was too late to object now, and I resolved to await events.

We settled round a table to enjoy a drew drinks and partake of some pub grub. I noted that Lorry did not partake of alcohol, drinking several pints of lemonade, as if getting herself well hydrated. I compromised with a few shandies. She didn't eat hugely, either, content with omelette, chips and peas, while the others shared a large pizza oozing cheddar. I went for the omelette, too. If there were to be frenetic activity later I didn't want to be overburdened and sluggish, just energetic enough to acquit myself satisfactorily.

With notebooks and briefing papers we planned the six days available before the farmer proceeded with his afforestation. Then the party broke up, the other three went upstairs, and Lorry and I left to follow the directions to our habitation, clutching the keys supplied by the pub landlord and owner. As we walked, our haversacks on our backs, Lorry wasted no time, taking my hand, and saying, 'You're the sacrificial virgin for the nymphomaniac dragon, aren't you?'

'You could put it like that,' I said, 'Though maybe more voluntary than that.'

'I do know the rumours, you know,' she went on, 'But there may exaggerate a little.'

'Rumours tend to do that. I'm discounting them, awaiting further developments.'

'Mind you,' she said, 'I do know, too, that you're not a virgin. I worked with Jaddy several times, and she told me about your time on that Greek island. She remembered that with great pleasure. So when I saw you were coming here I was hopeful we might get on.'

'She was wonderful,' I said. 'It was a wonderful experience to be there.'

'I read your report, of course. You did good work, getting whatever there was to get.'

'And I've read your papers, too,' I said, 'And everyone knows you do fine work.'

'We seem to be getting on quite well already, then,' she said, 'And I don't take anything for granted. You're not committed to anything, I assure you.'

'Nor are you,' I said. 'Jaddy liked me, but you may not find me - worthwhile at all.'

'There will obviously need to be preliminary - inspection,' she said. 'I'm looking forward to that. Did the rumours include me being an exhibitionist?'

'No, but you've got a lot to exhibit, and may be proud to do so.'

'Rather a contrast to Jaddy, though. Could be - overabundant, perhaps?'

We lapsed into an easy silence until we reached the cottage, entered, switched on enough light to check it over and chose a bedroom apiece. Then, as I dumped my haversack on a chair in mine, she called from hers, 'I'll be with you in a minute.'

It seemed sensible to undress and get into bed, ready for whatever followed, so that I was naked between the sheets, when she came in, stripped to bra and knickers, and stood looking down at me, and said, 'Shall I exhibit further?'

'Please do,' I said, the anticipation of our walk intensifying, because she was magnificent. The lilac-coloured bra was a feat of engineering to support those massive breasts, and the matching knickers concealed all signs of female anatomy.

To my slight surprise she peeled down the said knickers all the way, took them off and stood holding them. Below her flat stomach there was a dense thicket of curls. She awaited my comment, and I said, 'A chap would need a compass to navigate south through the jungle, but he could find his way to that promising small tower from east or west.' I was gazing in admiration and even awe at her enormous clitoris. Her the folds of her vulva gathered into it, so that it stood forth like a small cock. Everything last thing about her was massive, then.

It was her turn to view me, and she turned back the bedclothes and took a good look. 'Not quite fully prepared yet, I see,' she said, because I was not fully erect - yet, being so far so awestruck that I had doubts about my being able to cope with her. 'Turn round, please,' I said, and she grinned and did so. I gazed in wonder, yet more awestruck, but also near overwhelmed with the beauty of that huge bottom. It seemed to exist in more than ordinary space. There was something mystical, nigh-mythological about it. It seemed to curve in more than the usual three dimensions. I was dumbstruck, and she naturally became impatient and swayed about and clenched and relaxed it a few times. 'Just too big?' she said.

'I couldn't do it justice in any report,' I said. 'All description would be inadequate. "Magnificent" and "stupendous" come to mind, but don't do it justice. And it's beautiful.'

'I thought you might be a pygiaphile from what Jaddy said.'

'A chap could get lost in that ravine,' I said, feebly.

'But do you want to explore it?' she asked. 'Well, you'd better see the rest,' and she turned round, reached behind her and unlatched the bra. As she drew it further she said, 'Some explorers have found these off-putting, so brace yourself.'

I could see why she said this, because her breasts were not only huge but had huge areolas and nipples, so dark red and so rough in outline and surface as to seem crude, making most women's breast ends look over-refined, too smooth. I said nothing, but she looked at my cock, which was now rampant, and said, 'That's encouraging. Now budge over, I need to talk to you before we go any further.'

She lay down beside me, put an arm round my neck and drew my head down onto her right breast. It was firm and resilient, a comfortable pillow. She said, 'Everything about me is large, as you see, but what you can't at once see is also large, takes some filling. As I thought from Jaddy's account, and as I've seen for myself, you can fill me all right. But I need you to keep going, stay hard, while I follow a sequence. I build up by stages, you see, and if they're interrupted I'm left in a terrible state. I have to go all the way through to the final one.'

'You need to keep coming until you reach the culminating climax,' I said.

'That's right. Sorry to have to be so directive, but unless we can follow that route I'd rather not start.'

'You want me to hold off coming until you've reached the peak. Should I come as you do so, or wait till it's over? Or not come at all?'

'Either. I'll tell you when. Some find the running commentary annoying or even inhibiting, so they fade away. I want you to come. That adds the final touch of satisfaction. And afterwards you can come as much as you like, because I'll be finished for the night.'

'Oh, I like talking as we go,' I said, 'It's cosy, reassuring. I like to know where she's got to.'

She said, 'You're ready, and I'm hard, too.'

She took my cock in her left hand, I felt for her clitoris with my right hand and closed thumb and two fingers round it. She said, 'That get's me started. Try my tit. It's hard, too.'

I was already in position for that and soon had my mouth onto the areola and nipple, so extensive in area I had to open quite wide to encompass them. 'They look rough,' she said, And they are rough. Chew it a bit. Grip the clit tight. I'll keep you up, if you need it,' and she squeezed my shaft, avoiding the shield and that sensitive area in its overhang. 'That's great,' she continued, 'I rouse quickly. Going wet. Feel it.' She opened her legs, lifting te the knees, and I felt down her vulva, parting its deep folds and felt the thick, slippery ooze from her vagina. Her vestibule was open, waiting. 'Are you ready to go in? I think you are. Let go the tit and slide down me. I want you to suck the clit.'

Naturally, I was eager to oblige, and I slid myself down her body to get my head between her thighs and take that huge clitoris between my lips. 'Nibble it,' she instructed. 'That's right. That gets me ready. Oh, lovely, it's moving the feeling inside me. Reach up and squeeze the nips.'

We lay like that for some minutes, during which she said only, 'Harder!' And then she said, 'Enter me now, go into me,' and I moved up her stomach, enjoying the feel of her brush on my belly as I went, until I was poised, cock probing along the slippery vulva until it engaged and sank into her vagina, without any need for me to push, so large and slippery it was. So I was safely lodged within her and awaiting further orders. It was wonderfully warm, comforting, cosy even, and I loved cushioning my cheek on that pillowy breast.

After a few minutes of our lying like that, motionless, but relishing the contact of cock and cunt, head and bosom, she said, 'Just go in and out a little. The first one's on the way. When it happens just pause a bit, then get moving again, as deep as you can.'

A short time later, she said, 'It's on the way. Look out when it comes. It'll probably spasm a bit, which might make you lose control.'

I was by now as if in a state of suspended animation, my whole being enfolded in that adorable, close-hugging, comforting cunt. I didn't want to come at all. I wanted to live in there forever, moving enough to keep me aware I was in there. There is nothing on earth like the joyful pleasure of your cock being caressed in a cunt. But I was ready when she said, 'Oh, yes, here it comes. Push hard! Oh, lovely,' a pause, 'Stop now,' a pause, 'Start again, gently in and out. Tell me how that was, how you feel.'

'You tightened a few times,' I said. 'It was delicious, like being given a special treat when everything is already wonderful. It was exquisite, but I didn't want to come, because I wanted it to go on ever after.'

'Now I start to gather again,' she said, 'But like starting part up up the mountain. Are you comfortable?'

'You are so comfortable, and thanks to your might bum it's easy to slide in and out. That's cushioning us both. And your bosom is so comfortable I could fall asleep and pass into cock-walking instead of sleep-walking.'

'You are patient, as Jaddy said you were with her. It was so arousing when she told me about your love-making with her, I had to ask her to ease me off.'

'You can come with your clit, then?'

'Yes, if I'm with a woman, though it's not as satisfying as with a man after my sequence. It's probably like a man rubbing off rather than doing it into a woman. Keep going, it's going to come again soon.'

'Did you make Jaddy come, too?'

'Yes, though I had to suck hers a long time. It was the last time we were together. She died a while after, you know. She taught me so much. I loved her.'

'She was wonderful, so fulfilled.'

'Here it comes! Hard. Yes. Hold still,' pause, 'Move now. Did you feel me again?'

'Yes. More than the first time maybe. Is it from your cervix?'

'I'm not sure. It's just somewhere deep inside, like it's between vagina and bum.'

'Shall I suck your nipples again?' I asked.

'If you like. I don't need it once I'm started, though I need it with another woman.'

'The rumours said nothing about your going with other women,' I told her.

'That's because we women don't tell. The rumour-millers are men. Oh, that's helping, talking about it. I'm going again. Hard!' And there was the same sequence of events.

After the orgasm abated, she said, 'The happier I am with whomever I'm with, the more relaxed I get and the more I come, so there may be quite a few more. Are you tired?'

'Yes, but it's good, because I'm so alive, so aware of you, all of you, not just your cunt. I hope you don't mind the word. It's as if I'm inside your whole body.'

'Tell me about when you were in another woman,' she said.

'You know about my being inside Jaddy, but I'm also often inside my mother, Dulcie, and her friend and colleague, Sylvia.'

'You're testing me, seeing if I'm shocked at your making love with your mother. No, actually, you knew I wouldn't be, because you know that for me any love-making both parties, or all parties, want and enjoy is fine and good. There must be something extra special about going with your mother.'

'Yes,' I said, 'I'd wanted to make love with her a long time, and it combined my love for her as my mother and my love for her as my lover. So powerful. It still is.'

'The idea of it is bringing me on again. Yes, here it comes. Oh, amazing. I can feel it flexing around you. Can you feel it?'

'Yes, your cunt is caressing me.'

There was quite a long pause at this point. I think we might both have slept a few minutes, before, without prompting, I began to slide in and out a little harder, intuition telling me she needed more stimulus the nearer we go to her concluding climax. She said, 'That's it. I think it's the cervix. It feels like it's right at the top of my vagina, my cunt, yes, spreading out everywhere. Taking a bit longer to gather, though it usually gets quicker as I go on.'

'Sylvia was a virgin of fifty-two,' I said. 'But once she'd come a few times it was as if she'd learned the knack of, because soon after she would come almost as soon as I went in. She's a complete contrast to you, five feet tall and tiny all over, but you should see how those little titties swell with her orgasms.'

'I love it when a woman's breasts swell like that. Mine do it in sympathy. Can you feel feel them do it with you?'

'Yes, but I think they've just swelled and stayed up since the first time,' I said.

'That means I'm especially stimulated. Do you go up women's bottoms, too?'

'I have done a few times, but not with Dulcie or Sylvia. They don't want that, but there are a few women who get more pleasure that way than any other way.'

'Do you like it?' she asked.

'Yes, but more because they like it than because I do.'

'You like the cunt. You like the cunt. I like saying that. You like the cunt. And I like you liking it, and I'm coming again, coming again, in my cunt, in my cunt,' and she did.

After that my memory is hazy, because, with short intervals she came again and again, each time more tumultuous than before, and time went by, perhaps two hours, perhaps three, and at some point my cock became numb, reduced to a piston working in a cylinder, and I was snatching cat-naps on the swollen bosom. Until, at last, she said, 'Pump hard, harder, harder! Drive me over. Pound my cunt, pound my cunt. Oh, oh, yes! Here it goes. It's taking me, taking me.' And for a moment I thought she'd fainted with the ecstasy, because she was silent and limp as the climax claimed her every cell. Then she shuddered and burst into a storm of sobs, crushing my head against her breasts and locking her legs round my waist.

'Come now, come now,' she commanded, and I strove within her, pulling out and driving in again and again, trying to awaken the feeling in my cock, until eventually I ejaculated with not much more than a sense of relief. And collapsed onto her bosom. She said, 'That was hard, wasn't it? You'd had to wait so long you almost couldn't do it, but I'll make it up to you. You'll have a proper come in a bit, or tomorrow night. Have a sleep now.'

And I did. I slept a while and awoke to find she was asleep, breasts deflated, my cock shrunken and slipped out. There was something so beautiful about her satisfied, relaxed body that I began to erect again, and, as she slept, I edged her thighs apart and probed for her entry, which was sticky and passively receptive, so that I eased my way in. The glutinous vagina walls closed round me and I relished their slight resistance as I forced all the way in, probably aided by my own ejaculate left inside. Three or four thrusts and as she slept on I came, suppressing my gasps and striving to reach her limits.