Those Eyes

This is a continuation chapter that doesn't stand as well on it's own. I think you'd enjoy it more reading prior chapters that will lead you to this point.

Thanks for all the encouragment and feedback!

As always, all mistakes in this are mine. Thanks for reading past them.

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Those Eyes Ch. 05

Based on our conversation earlier in the evening on the park bench, I knew what Mary Beth was alluding to in starting our relationship off "on the wrong foot". It seems she is as serious about giving oral as she was receptive to receiving it.

Her looking at me with those eyes and saying it to me caused a definite flinch downstairs. I was basking in her glow, replaying the incredible orgasm she had just ground herself to on my mouth, and had yet to even consider what may be next for us.

It seemed she was definitely down to extend the evening.

There's an old joke amongst guys that goes something like, "Hey fellas, gather around and let me tell you about this horrible blowjob I once had."

When the joke teller had everyone's attention, he just sits there and acts like nothing was going on. Those who had heard the joke before would begin to chuckle and those who hadn't, but picked-up on the joke quickly enough would soon join in.

I wasn't until those who didn't "get it" were eventually let off the hook by one of the other listeners informing them, "There's no such thing as a bad blowjob!", that everyone would finally bust out laughing. One of those offbeat jokes where the description or explanation of the joke actually becomes the punchline.

No matter that the joke is bullshit. There absolutely IS such a thing as a bad blowjob. I've had a couple. No different than the less than stellar job I did the first few times I tried to give oral to a girl or the first time or two of intercourse when I treated them to the worst 17 seconds of their life.

Practice and experience make a huge difference in sexual prowess...which leads to another dude observational joke that ends with a punchline something to the effect of, "How do you think she got so good at giving BJ's anyway?"

Anyway, Mary Beth's "blowjob" was so sexy and erotic that the orgasm it coaxed out of me COMPLETELY outweighed what it lacked in actual skill or technique. Really not even fair to call it a blowjob in the end, as it ended more as a handjob, but I was in fact in her mouth for a part of it so I'm counting it as oral because that's how she's thinking of it. This is her baby.

After Mary Beth floored me with the question about "starting off on the wrong foot", she reached down and grabbed my not quite semi I had started to build off her question and what it implied. As she brought her face to mine to give me a kiss, the look in her eyes and the hand on my cock had me pretty much hard before our lips actually met.

It was clear right away that her efforts were going to be uncoordinated and erratic and yet the passion she brought to me with that kiss made everything feel good from her touch.

She broke our kiss but stayed in close with her smoldering eye contact while just slow stroking me for about 15 seconds. She finally offered a real shy smile then said, "Well...here it goes.", which came out more as a pep talk to herself than it did an announcement of her intent to me.

In most situations, the girl would then scoot her body down the bed and position themselves below the guys waistline as she performed. Looking back up toward you. Mary Beth, probably through lack of experience, didn't do this. She turned her body around so that she ended-up laying on her side with her knees up by my head and her upper body curled around and up over my waist to where she could reach me with her mouth.

In this position, I was getting more profile shots of her work with lots of side eye when she did look up at me. Not the most comfortable looking for her and it certainly created interesting angles and feelings for me once she took me in her mouth. But she was taking the lead and wanting to express her wants, desires and feelings on me, so I chose this moment to let her do her thing.

The benefit of her inexperience is that I wasn't being built-up to pop anytime soon so I could just relax and allow her curiosity, playfulness and passion of acquainting herself with the male member to keep me hard.

I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over her body and marvel at how sexy she looked. Her choice of posture would natuarally lead to a 69 if that were on the menu but at least for the time being, I didn't want to interrupt the act she seemed most committed to performing.

So the first time she leaned fully in and licked across the head of my cock, I gave her a moan of encouragement and I know I flinched in her hand. That brought a smile of wonderment to her face and she came right back down taking my entire head in her mouth. She definitely had to feel the pulses and flinches she was causing now.

Once she had broken the oral barrier, it seemed like she immediately began trying to mimic what she had witnessed and described to me between Alice Johnston and her ex-husband. Based on the obvious trauma that caused to her over the last few years, I wasn't sure if trying to copy that act was the best way for her to approach trying this for the first time.

The problem is that when your dick is in her mouth, most other rational thoughts or concerns are hard to divert any attention towards so I wasn't really sure what I could or should be doing to help with the situation.

This is where her inexperience came into play and helped. As she stumbled a bit trying to get her "stroke and bob" game in synch, it gave me the opening to start stoking her legs up by my head to get her attention.

I said, "This is you and me, right Mary Beth?"

She took me out of her mouth and looked at me, still holding firm to the base of my cock, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm just saying that I don't want to be in the role of your cheating asshole ex-husband and I don't want you to continue this out of revenge or spite," I explained, "We just shared something that I'll never forget and now you're offering yourself to me in this incredible way...and I want it to be because you want to do it. That you want to do it for me...and with me."

I could tell as I said it that it was hurting her. Her grip on me loosened and she placed her forehead down on my thigh. I just kept lightly stroking her leg closest to me and added, "Who you are as a person is worth more to me than doing anything for the wrong reasons or because you feel like you have to do it."

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and turned her head to look at me so that her cheek was now on my thigh. As if she was using it as a pillow. I could see that tears had welled-up in her eyes but she was in control emotionally. She didn't look like she was going to cry.

She just laid there looking up at me, past her hand on my cock, and I could tell she was processing her thoughts. I tried to give her the time and space needed to do just that but the "still life" she'd created, with those eyes as the focal point, was so fucking sexy that my cock couldn't help but lurch in her hand.

This brought a small smile to her face and she responded with two quick squeezes without breaking eye contact. However, it didn't fully distract her thoughts and after another deep breath, she finally seemed ready to talk.

"I don't know the last time someone showed me the type of care and respect you just gave to me. My ex never did. Not like this...", she trailed off the thought. I felt her hand holding me retighten it's grip and she pulled my cock down to her face and gave it a kiss on the side of the head.

"This isn't about him anymore," she continued, "I'm doing this for ME."

She ended it emphatically enough that she blushed a bit at her outburst. Aww, shit. There was that color in her cheeks again that looked so fucking sexy. Definite lurch in her hand and back fully rock hard.

This brought a smile to her face along with a couple of slow strokes. "Oh," she added, "and maybe for you too." Bigger smile yet and her strokes picked up speed.

She brought her head back up at that point at turned her attention back to what was in her hand. Looking at my cock with a toying type gaze, she said in a cute but sexy baby talk, "What am I going to do with you next?"

Her tongue reached out and swirled the head which brought a moan from my lips and the verbal validation seemed to please her. She started working on me with her tongue and mouth with more gusto.

In appreciation of her efforts, I said, "Well if it's for both me AND you..." I took my hand that had been absentmindedly stroking her leg and rerouted it between her thighs up to cup her sex. Mary Beth moaned around my cock head at this and her legs splayed apart in clear invitation.

Not long after, there ended my "blowjob". As I slid a finger into Mary Beth and started exploring her wetness, she had to keep removing me from her mouth to breathe and moan, moan and breathe. Once I added the second finger and got the pad of my thumb on her clit, she laid her head back down on my thighs with her face pointing up to me and just succumbed to the pleasure she was receiving.

I couldn't see her nose or mouth very well as they were blocked by her hand and what it was wrapped around, but those eyes were able to see past my cock and were blue flames again, trying to meet my gaze but losing focus and rolling back in her head.

Before completely surrendering to the pleasure that was pulling her under like quicksand, Mary Beth's eyes snapped open with a brief moment of lucidity and she looked at my cock and started stroking. Hard and fast. As if she were programming the repetition of that act into the last correctly firing synapse of her brain so she could reciprocate the pleasure she was receiving.

Once she was somewhat satisfied that she could continue that menial task mindlessly, she laid her face back down, closed her eyes and her moans intensified.

The stroking certainly had my attention so I full on started finger fucking Mary Beth to the tempo her hand was setting as she jacked me off. That rhythm wasn't lost on her as her eyes flew open and began burning holes in mine. She sped up her pumping and felt me again match her pace and that tipped her over the edge. That realization that she was working my cock like a joystick to increase her pleasure was all it took.

I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers and her hips and torso pushed harder towards me as if trying to bury my fingers more deeply within her.

That's not what set me off. No, what got to me was after I returned my gaze to Mary Beth's face after briefly watching her tight little pussy chase after it's own orgasm, I saw pure sexual pleasure looking back at me. At least trying to. She was struggling to keep her eyes focused and open. Simon wouldn't have been happy.

Mary Beth's hand was high on my cock stroking away, at this point quite haphazardly, while her mouth was now wrapped around the shaft of my cock down close to the base. She was tryng to suck me, tongue me, moan and scream all at once. She was completely overwhelmed by the feelings shooting through her and the vision of pure lust in her face was what I tried to hold out against for as long as humanly possible.

But about the time her pussy, hips and torso were starting to come down and relax just a bit, I groaned from deep within and let out a low, slow, "Ohhh, FUCK, Mary Beth!", and started to cum.

As her hand was up high on my shaft and head as she stroked me, she basically caught my first shot and it started oozing out of her hand and down my shaft. She recognized something had just changed and once she realized what just happened and saw the results, it set her off again. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers so I instinctively started thrusting and rubbing again.

That drew a long moan from her and her eyes became transfixed on her pumping hand and the spurts she was coaxing from my cock. Like our hands finding a rhythm just minutes ago, now her renewed hip thrusts and vaginal spasms were synched-up with the release of each one of my throbs.

I thought I'd seen it all earlier when she came all over my face. But the sight of her face buried into the side of my cock, moaning through her own orgasm as she pumped me dry and allowed my seed to cascade down through her hand and onto the side of her face had me thinking about applying internationally for Mary Beth's sex appeal to be recognized as the 8th wonder of the world.

I'd never, ever be able to erase these events from my mind. Like I'd ever want to.

After a minute or so of getting our wits about us, the smiles came easily and naturally in both recognition and thanks of what we'd just shared. The clean-up, however, was a chore since Mary Beth was like a young kid playing in her first mud puddle. She was fascinated by my slippery, shrinking cock and the hand full of jizz she had created.

She was putting it through it's paces like it was Silly Putty or Play Doh or something. She even tasted it. I didn't ask her what she thought, just watched her reaction. I don't think she loved it but she sure didn't hate it or try to spit it out.

Once I finally got us to the point we could go to the bathroom and actually wash our hands and faces, there was just a genuine comfort Mary Beth showed in her nudity and when she'd catch me looking, her blue eyes would flash and I'd get weak in the knees.

I turned and sat my naked butt on my vanity counter and pulled Mary Beth to me. I grabbed her by the back of the head and poured every ounce of passion I had into the kiss I gave her. Not desperate tongue fighting, just a slow and intense kiss. No woman I'd ever been with, including the college professor, had exposed themselves to me so passionately and emotionally during the act and I wanted Mary Beth to feel the same and know that I was happy to reciprocate.

When we parted, the look she gave me wasn't one that signaled an end to our festivities. Her blue eyes were back to flames again.

I smirked a little and said, "Uh, oh. That's not a look like it's time for me to be a gentleman and help you find your panties."

I loved that she could still blush at that. She felt me stiffen against her stomach.

"I hope not," she said quietly, "everything we've done today has either shown me something new or taught me something about myself I didn't know. It's surreal to me that we're standing here naked like this, after having done all that, but I don't want it to end. I want you inside me."

"I can't stop now, Scott," she ended with, "I want to go all the way. I need to know."

"I think I understand, Mary Beth," I said, "I'm just worried that the farther we push this, the more you might eventually regret it. I was so content with the hand holding and kiss in the park...and now here we are after stumbling into you just 12 hours ago at the coffee shop."

"I'll never regret this, Scott. Never."

The force with which she delivered that oath was definite and brooked no argument. Mary Beth wasn't in search of a cheap thrill. This was exploration and enlightenment and I was just the lucky sap to get caught-up in the force of nature that Mary Beth represents.

"Then if we're going to do this, you ARE NOT laying on your back for me," I said taking charge of the situation, "we've done this together all day and we're going to continue it that way."

With that, I planted another kiss on her upturned lips and led her back out into the bedroom. When we got to the bed, I laid down and pulled her on top of me. Once I felt her soft, petite body mould to mine, we began kissing like school aged kids in the back of a car.

Every little move she made as we kissed seemed to put pressure directly on my very hard cock that was sandwiched between us. Eventually, I whispered to Mary Beth to rise up on her knee's and straddle me. She did this and I held my cock vertically under her.

Her wetness again turned me on as I felt her push down on the head of my cock. She was definitely tight but lubricated well enough that sinking right down to the hilt wasn't an issue.

"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned as she wiggled and adjust her hips just a little bit to find the perfect landing spot.

Once planted, we resumed kissing and I'd occasionally place both hands on her ass and pull her forward just a bit and flex my cock inside her to ensure she was fully adjusted to what we were doing. No problems. At all. She felt like the perfect match.

Eventually, Mary Beth took over with those movements and began rolling her hips so I placed my hands onto her hips and held her down tightly to me. It was apparently hard to concentrate on kissing then because Mary Beth stopped but held her face to mine, noses side by side, as her breathing became heavy.

"God, this feels so good," she whispered to me.

"Sit up for me," I said, "and keep it going."

She did, then placing her hands on my chest as she found this made it easier for her to increase her riding power. Her "bedroom eyes" were back and if I hadn't just nutted about 20 minutes ago I'd likely be blowing one now.

I put my hands up on her breasts and began massaging them and pinching her nipples. This got her moaning and to give better access, she shifted her shoulders back and put her hands back on my thighs. Now she could really roll her hips and ride my cock.

To encourage her further, I took one hand off her breast and placed it down, sliding it in underneath her so her hip rolls would drag her clit across the tips of my fingers. That added stimulus shocked her a bit. It was immediate feedback that this wasn't just a nastier, but nicer feeling, version of the intercourse she was used to experiencing. No, this could actually get her off too.

An absolute look of determination came over her face at this point and she leaned back forward with her hands on my chest so that she could control the pressure of her clit on my fingers. From then on, I was just blessed to enjoy the view. Her crimson splotches returned to her chest and her little silver Cross necklace twinkled when she threw her head back as I could feel her pussy tighten on my shaft.

Her moans started becoming vocal again by crying out a constant barrage of, "Oh God. Yes, Yes, Yessssss. Fuck. Oh my fucking, God. Fuh, fuh, ohhhh, fuuuuuck!"

As her orgasm overtook her, her hips lost all rhythm and it looked like she was trying to sit her ass down in a scalding tub of hot water. Everything was so sensitive that she was constant motion and like before, there was no defined start or finish to her pleasure. She just rode it out as long as her body allowed.

When she finally did collapse down onto my chest, she was repeating a breathless, whispered string of, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" into the nape of my neck.

I was appreciative and in full admiration of her current situation, and I think I'd proven by this point that I was a sensitive, caring guy, but I hadn't got off yet and watching her ride me like that had put me in a very singular mindset; I wanted to rail the shit out of her and try to finish this off right.

So I bridged my torso lifting her up to where her pelvis was supported on her knees while her face was still laying down by me, cheek to cheek. Once I had the space created necessary to start thrusting, I grabbed Mary Beth's ass and gave her a couple of long, firm strokes.

That got her attention again and seemed to rally whatever libido she had left. She gave me the exact encouragement I was looking for. She lifted her head up and looked at me with that version of her eyes that stops your breath, gave me a weak smile then buried her face back into my neck below my ear and said throatily, "Yes, baby. Fuck me good."