I took my clothes off and lay down on the bed. Vanessa lay beside me and we looked at each other for a time without moving. I could feel my erection rising, and Vanessa reached out a hand to touch it. I stopped her.
"Vanessa, I want you to lie quite still, and leave everything to me."
She smiled at me, and I gently pushed her onto her back. I sat up over her and began to kiss her face. She closed her eyes as I kissed her eyes, and then, one by one, her ears, pointing my tongue and wiggling it in each ear in turn. Then I nipped each earlobe with my teeth, not hard, but firmly. I rolled her over so that I could get at the back of her neck to nibble it and lick behind each ear. Then I returned her to her back, kissed her nose and applied myself to her full, pink-lipped mouth.
By now she was in a world of her own, Her eyes were closed tight, her face flushed pink, as was her neck and down to the upper slopes of her lovely, round, firm breasts. Her eyes were closed and she softly murmured unconnected fragments of speech.
I kissed, nibbled and but gently on the sides of her neck, discovering major erogenous zones that made her moan aloud. I had never had a more responsive partner, and I worked at keeping her on the upper slopes of Mount Orgasm for as long as possible without letting her get to the summit. This plan slipped as I suckled on her breasts, and she squealed like a piglet as her orgasm hit her. She reached down to her pubis, and I gently but firmly removed her hand. I spoke severely:
"Vanessa, I told you to lie still. Will you behave, or do I have to restrain you?"
"No, I'll keep still, I promise."
I turned her over onto her tummy, and began to caress her pink bottom. I could see the beginning of a little bruising over her haunch-bones, and I massaged them gently with the arnica cream. Then, my fingers still slick with the cream, I ran them down the crease of her buttocks. I drew the cheeks apart and stroked her little puckered pink starfish. Then I licked all the way down and around the anus itself. My stiff tongue started to probe. Vanessa started in shock and tried feebly to pull away. I slapped her bottom hard.
"Vanessa. Lie still."
"I'm sorry, but I never dreamed that you might do that. It was like an electric shock. It felt so lovely. "
She groaned aloud as I licked her little rosebud again. It was wet with her sweat and her nectar, and tasted salty and sweet, with just the slightest tinge of bitterness. Then I got between her legs and licked all the way down between her inner labia, and tasted the full rich flavour of her essential femininity.
Please Brian, may I turn over now?
"Yes, my sweet, turn over and spread yourself wide for me. You are my banquet and I'm going to feast on you."
"And then, will you teach me to feast on you?"
If that is what you want, my lovely."
She spread her self like a picnic on the green grass I buried my face in her womanhood, as she whimpered and tried to force herself closer. Finally, I moved from her inner thighs, slick with her natural lubrication, to the downy lips of her sex, and finally I unveiled her clitoris from its hood. By now she was in for an unstoppable climax.
I loved the way her perfume clung to her silky hair. I had never liked the practise of shaving the public area. Shaving left stubble that was unpleasantly rough, and what is worse it stole from the lover the storehouse of the unique scent of the loved one. I knew from the young Italian girls who had adopted the habit during the German occupation, that unless they shaved every day, the bristles chafed unbearably and led to inflammation.
By now she was intoxicated. I had one thing left to do before I was satisfied. I kissed down the soft, silky insides of her thighs, and her freshly shaved calves, down to her toes, and kissed and sucked each toe and licked the spaces between.
"Stop, please stop, it tickles." She threshed about and complained. When I did not stop immediately, she shouted, "Lobster!!"
We both collapsed in laughter. What a use for a safe word!
We lay for a while, her head on my shoulder and her arm and leg draped across my body. We kissed, but they were now gentle kisses.
She reached over and took my penis in a gentle hand. She stroked it and fondled it, rather timidly, as if she was not sure what would cause pain or discomfort. Half to herself, she said:
"It's beautiful. It must be about the same as dad's. Mum says a nice double handful is enough for any girl, and better than most of them will get."
She looked straight at me.
"A little while ago you were talking about enjoying my mouth. I have never done anything like that. Will you teach me what to do? I should love to give you some of the pleasure you have given me."
"What do you know about it? Have you heard the word gam or gamahuche?
"Yes, at work I heard a girl from Doncaster refer to gamming somebody. The other girls heard it and laughed. 'You mean you gave him a gobbler,' they said. A London girl said, where she came from they called it plating. It all means the same, putting the head of a man's cock (is it all right to say cock?) in your mouth and sucking on it until he comes. In my own mind I simply think of it as cock-sucking."
"Ok, so all it means is cock-sucking. And, by the same process, an ocean liner is a large waterproof metal box. Maybe that's what they mean by reductio ad absurdam."
She laughed delightedly, and picked up the game. She was laughing so hard that she could scarcely get it out for gasps and hiccups:
"Yes, I suppose you could say that all you did to me was a bit of slap and tickle."
My turn to laugh and laugh. After my stultifying childhood, I love a girl with a raucous, vulgar sense of humour, like my lovely auntie Irene. This girl was fun to be with. She had the "something special" besides beauty, and she had it in spades.
I did not know long I would have a portion of her life; a day, a week, a year, a lifetime? It was in the lap of the gods. But one thing I was sure of. For the rest of my life I would look back on this time as my Age of Gold.
"Vanessa, I want you to think about some of the things I did with you, and try to think how to do something similar to me. Men and women alike have erogenous zones all over our bodies, not just in our genitals. Experiment, and I will give you some hints..."
She started with kissing my face, working around towards my lips, then letting her mouth fall open, and teasing my mouth with her tongue. I could feel that this was already exciting her. The feeling of control and initiative she got from my passivity was stimulating her has it had stimulated me. She spent some time licking the patches of hair under my arms and breathing in my sweaty scent. I blessed the impulse that had led me to fit the sort of shower you find in pithead baths, and the impulse that led me to shower that morning.
"Do you like that?" I asked. I knew that it was one of my private pleasures.
"Yes, it's so heady like the bubbles in champagne. I feel giddy already and I haven't even got to your bullseye yet."
She suckled on my nipples and nipped them gently between her teeth, just as I had done to her. It had the desired result that my cock swelled even more and began to throb. If she went on this way, I might have the sort of hands-off ejaculation that brought the house down in the Paris Music Halls of the naughty nineties. I needed to cool myself down, if I was not to embarrass myself.
"Vanessa, please, I need a drink of water."
She rose straight to her feet and headed for the kitchen area totally naked and graceful as a gazelle. It was not my intention to send her off to do my bidding, and so I said to her as she returned.
"It was my pleasure," she responded. "I love to do things for you. It makes me feel like a Lady in Waiting at your court."
When she came back on the bed, as if responding to my unspoken plea, she knelt between my open thighs and focussed her efforts on my cock and balls, kissing them all over with tiny butterfly kisses, then licking my scrotum from perineum to the base of my cock, and up the shaft to the head. She gently, oh so gently, retracted my foreskin, freeing the glistening purple helmet head to expand to its full size.
Her tongue traced the rim of the mushroom all round, and, by instinct or by knowledge, I did not know, she lapped at the nexus of nerve-endings that faced towards her luscious lips. I knew she was teasing me from the way the corners of her mouth quirked up when I caught her eye.
I had held her on the brink of orgasm for twenty minutes before sending her into freefall, and she was getting her revenge. She may have no experience and precious little knowledge, but she certainly had an imagination of seemingly unlimited possibilities. I held my breath as her lips closed over the helmet and slid an inch or so down the shaft.
Now she was not teasing me any more; she was working her mouth up and down the shaft rhythmically. I remember in my mid-teens that when a girl took hold of my penis, some instinct told her how to work the foreskin up and down to produce an ejaculation. This seems to apply to Vanessa, the combination of all the cumulative excitement; her gentle sucking motion and the silken motion of her fluttering hands were hurrying me to a climax. And this girl thought she needed advice from me!
I cleared my throat.
"Vanessa, I am going to come. Please try to keep on sucking until I finish. What you do after that is up to you."
A few second later I began to shoot rope after rope of come into her mouth. She was swallowing as fast as she could, but a trickle of pearly grey semen oozed down her chin and dripped onto her breast. I counted six spasms as my spasming prostate gland pumped out seed, then a final trickle. I don't believe that I had come so hard in ten fairly busy years.
Vanessa looked at me proudly, and licked up the escaped come back into her mouth.
"Odd stuff, isn't it? The texture of raw egg, and a taste like salty, slightly bitter tapioca. I dare say I shall get used to it." She smiled, complacently.
My love, you were wonderful, I can't teach you a thing. Just follow your instincts and you'll be fine."
