knew
I'd be better at it and I am... and now she wants to learn. She's not stupid, nor naive, just inexperienced. I'm not sure whether to be shocked or pleased but decide on the latter, recalling my own fumbling painful first time. I thought I knew it all from sex ed, girls mags and the like but didn't. It had hurt like nothing had ever hurt before, and even if she thinks me a slut or exhibitionist, I wouldn't want any other woman to go through that even if I hated her with all my soul.
'You dont have to give a running commentary,' she laughs, 'Just do what you two do naturally and I'll watch.' She tugs off her own jumper and skirt to reveal a quite sexy sheer black babydoll, suspenders and stockings that make her seem sultry and enticing, and I realise this is for your benefit, and ultimately mine. And I feel another mix of bemusement and pride that while you
might
desire her, I know you haven't - and hopefully never will have - had her. You're mine, and now you're gonna prove it.
I'm not sure where to start so let you lead... after all I'm sure you've discussed all the possible positions... and you take off my coat and lay me in my mini skirt and - if you'd warned me - see thru black top with '
tickle my fancy
' in red stitching cross my boobs. The kinda thing you
don't
wear for an audience. I blush but Ginnie nods a kind appreciation of it as she brings out a notebook and pencil, jotting and sketching our intimacy.
You strip down to your boxies and I can see your appreciation of Ginnie, sitting cross-leggedly professional like a fantasy secretary... bigger, stiffer, wet patchier than ever and even my awkward shyness melts into lusty need. The wetness tween my thighs trickles glisteningly from under the slender thong and I feel that itchy arousal only you can bring... that only you can scratch and satisfy. You ease the soaked undies from my hips, plucking it tenderly but damply from the sucking softness of my juicy peach before your hot rough tongue slips into me, drawing lines of passion up and down, and swirling it stirringly round and round.
You drive me wild and I reach down to make you kneel up so I can pull your boxies down and off, while you unbutton my skirt, lift my bum and legs and tear it up them, discarded with an enjoying
whooop
from Ginnie. I'd almost forgotten she was there, as it should be. But I'm only aware now of the largest, hardest, back-rearing and vein-knotted oozing erection I've ever seen, ever felt you have, and it's all mine. Provided Ginnie doesn't wanna touch or join in, there's plenty of you to go round for all our wonderous eyes. The itch inside goes off the scale and I don't just
want
you, I so
sooooooo need you right now!
You almost rip my sheer top off and ravish my droopy 38ds with your mouth, your lips and tongue sucking and nibbling at my nips which, like your cock, must be so bigger-than-ever. They're trigger tender sensitive and your play fires burning waves of lust-driven sensation through me. As you had once described to me, I've become all juicy, needy cunt and you seem dwarfed by the growing rigid cock erupting from you that I want to fill it. I spread my parted thighs wider and pull you on top of me, your stiff steaming shaft finds me open, wet and hot, sliding in with a soft slurpy squelch as I feel you, enormous and energetic, touching every nerve within that almost makes me orgasm with that first powerful penetration.
Our lips meet, drive at each other, slide and nibble at ears, necks, chest and boobs in a fearful flurry of fiery passion. You rise and fall with pounding, grinding thrusts, each dive tearing increasingly louder moans, sighs and wails of pleasured ecstasy from me. You gasp and grunt my name... my name not hers, even if she is in your thoughts... before there is a sudden shuddering release, and I feel you empty yourself deep into me, filling me with hot stickiness that overflows tween my thighs. I burn with the heat of your cum, nails tearing at you as I am sent blissfully, noisily, wetly, trembling and quiveringly into mindless pleasure beyond feeling.
I'm not even given time to recover from my breathless rapture before you flip me over on my front, grip my hips up and roughly wildly enter me from behind doggy-style. Usually you need time to get hard and ardour again, but the sight of Ginnie who, with my face half-buried in the soft sweet smelling pillow, I can only hear scribbling away, must be really rousing you. As you pound me into a second sudden orgasm, and a third as you grind down on my g-spot, before cumming again in a gushing spurt of scorching stickiness which sears my soul, I find myself thanking her under my breath for such hot repeated deliverances.
Panting, I'm flipped over again to lie on my back, and as the room spins in my euphoria I see Ginnie at your ear, whispering, before disappearing back to her chair. Before I can think or even ask, you half sit me up and prop a pillow behind me, to straddle me kneeling, your still stiff cock waving before my face. I need no bidding to take its slippery shaft in one hand, cupping your still swollen balls in the other, and giving you the best blow job ever. I glance over at Ginnie, who has stopped noting and sits back, legs apart with one heel up on the chair, gently massaging her own soft fluffy triangle with girlish caution. I don't even care now cos of what I've got out of this kinky liaison, care even less when you reach back, your fingers delving pass my own hair into my soaked dribbling vagina, the heel of your palm pounding my mound and urging me in my sucking and licking. But I know you don't like to cum in my mouth, as much as I'm savouring the mix of your sour saltiness and tang of my own juices, and stop short of your climax.
Finally, you sit kneel back and let me straddle you, like we did that very first time. Now it's my turn and you sit there holding me up to you, lips once again exciting my ever-so-large pert nips, as I squeeze on you deep up inside me, even bigger and harder than before. I reach down and pull my ankles up, the feel of sheer fabric making me realise all this time I've still got my stockings on, and close my eyes. I am eternal woman and all juicy rippling cunt around you, milking your cock gently, massaging its veiny texture, mapping every move and pore until I know each nerve, each small twitch and tremble of it, until it erupts volcanically with lava hot semen. I imagine it clinging and coating the wibbly warmth from cervix to labia, oozing down my vagina and making squishy sucking sounds between me and you, as you let me slide off you to lie gasping at your side. I'm just in time to see Ginnie delicately finger her own bare clit into a small squeal of orgasm, and I realise she may still be intact down there, never daring to penetrate herself cos she wants her intended to do it. How frustrating it must be for her, surrounded day to day by couples like us who do it without abandon in her changing rooms, yet how wonderfully romantic and resolute of her.
Ginnie leaves us alone with tissues and a bowl of warm water to clean ourselves up before leaving, and there's a hint we may do it again a few times - in the sake of Ginnie's education as loving wife and not my own naked lust - before she walks down the aisle to true womanhood. She gives us both a peck on the cheek before whispering in my ear, 'Y'know, when you were orgasming, you looked so... beautiful.' I blush as you wonder what's been said, but keep it my secret. I like this woman now, and mebbe after she's married there are still things I can teach her.
Girl, I hope you have some pleasant surprises in store...
And then we're out, arm-in-arm, into the late wintery night. And I ask how much of what you gave me was due to Ginnie. 'Her?' you reply, slightly astonished, 'For the most part I was looking at you. Didn't you enjoy it?'
God
yes!
I think, and your answer makes me glow even more in the dark...
