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07/05/2020
He asked if he could use the bathroom to shower. The way he asked was adorable. He was relaxed and quirky. An odd smile on his face. Also, it was nice to have a man concerned about his hygiene. I’m sure he wanted to clean away the fluids, the sweat from his body. He got up. His lean, bronze and naked body walking from me . The nerves he had yesterday and earlier with the premature ejaculation seemed to be gone now. He moved quickly to the bathroom.
Would he be leaving now? Please God let it not be so. Still on my knees, I started to crawl after him getting to my feet in time to show him a towel and as he closed the door. I instructed him from the other side of the door how to turn on the shower. I didn’t want him to get scalded by the hot water. The bathroom door was closed. Not open as I would have hoped. I could have helped him bathe.
If he did leave after showering, I might not get another opportunity like this. I went to the kitchen sink to collect Daryl’s clothes. I was about to hang them on the chair in front of the fan so that they could dry faster. Wait! Dry faster? Why would I do that? I brought them back to the sink and put more water on them to rinse them. Daryl would not be leaving any time soon.
I was spending time wringing out his t-shirt and pants with my hands. I wanted to delay him leaving but I didn’t want to get caught if he left the bathroom. So I was eyeing the bathroom door carefully while I arranged his drying clothes back to where I was hanging them. I was almost caught as Daryl must have taken a quick shower. He shyly opened the door with the towel wrapped around his waist. Wet curls lacing his face. This definitely got my attention. Daryl was all clean and fresh. I could see the beads of sweat glisten on his body. Clean sweat if you want to call it that.
“You’ll have to wait a tiny bit longer. Your clothes aren’t dry yet.,” I said.
Wether he believed me or not, I don’t know, but he walked past me to check out his clothes. Was he in a hurry to leave? I didn’t want him to see the guilty look on my face so I went to the bathroom to straighten it up. The floor still had water on it. He must not have closed the shower curtain well enough.
From the bathroom I said, “You can go back to the couch bed and watch some more TV.”
“Ok. May I have a stick of gum?,” he asked.
On the kitchen counter, I had left my keys, spare change, receipts and the Wrigley’s Gum that I had handy. I liked chewing gum at work. Especially in those face to face encounters with patients.
“Help yourself,” I called out.
He went over and grabbed a stick of gum and went back to the couch bed. Watching TV grabbed Daryl’s attention. He was unaware of what I was doing. I had better do the same. No chewing gum near me, I picked up the bottle of Listerine and quietly swished and gargled a shot of it. Like an alcoholic stealing a swig from a bottle of liquor when they think no one is around to see.
I also grabbed the baby oil plastic bottle and squeezed some oil on to my hands. Daryl had just showered and even though I had showered earlier, I felt that my sweat may have affected my body odor. I lifted up the long t-shirt I was wearing so I could put some on. I started rubbing it on my body. I squeezed out more into my hands but it was over flowing so I had to rub it on more of my body. My big bubble butt cheeks were a good place for that but the oil pooled right down between my cheeks. I felt it run past my panties and down over my anus hole. My mind lit up. I figured the baby oil helped with my body scent, especially back there. I peered out from the bathroom to see if he had seen that.
“I’ve got some baby oil here. Would you like me to rub some on you?,” I asked.
“No thank you.,” he replied.
I wanted to rub baby oil all over him. That mothering feeling again. I wiped the excess oil on a bathroom towel and went back toward Daryl on the bed. The creaking mattress springs began their melody again as my body plopped down.
Daryl was laying on his side, his back to me, watching TV. He was probably waiting for the TV to wind down the time while his clothes dried. I would have to be more captivating than the television. I got up and turned off the TV and immediately lied back down on my side with my head propped up by my elbow and resting on my palm. Now I had his attention.
“Do you want me to turn it back on or do you want to talk with me?”
“I can talk with you,” he says.
His doe like eyes glimmered straight into mine. For a brief moment, we said nothing. Just staring at each other. I was fixated.
“I’m sorry to keep you here while your clothes dry. I’m sure you want to go,” I said.
He hemmed and hawed and did his best to make me believe otherwise. His gaze was untamed innocence. I had caused him to cum twice and still had not hugged him, nor had I kissed him. We were now both on our sides facing each other. He was looking me over from time to time. I wondered what he was thinking. Between smiles, we started to have those connection stares. Eyes locked for brief moments, our facial expressions open to receiving. Almost neutral when our masks slip and truth enters.
I began mimicking his gum chewing. He smiled back.
“Want some? I’ll go get some for you.,” he offered.
Always the gentleman, this guy. He was about to get up but I reached out my hand to stop him.
“It’s okay, that’s not necessary,” I protested.
He returned to his side to resume looking at me.
I moved closer and said,”I’ll just take some of yours.”
A puzzled look of wonder passed over Daryl’s face, eyebrows lifted. I smiled fiendishly raising my eyebrows too. He went to take his gum from his mouth. Again, I reached out to stop him. My hand rested softly on his wrist. I leaned my face closer. I darted my eyes directly at his mouth and back to stare at him. I did it again. Like a light bulb turning on, he too leaned his face toward mine. The tension and anxiety were palpable as we slowly inched closer. He stopped just short of our lips touching and stuck out the gum from his teeth. I closed the gap with my mouth and opened it slightly to take the gum. I snatched it with my teeth. He pulled his head back to stretch and break off a piece of gum. The gum stretched but before the last of the thinnest threads are about to separate and I lunged for the finish line.
Our lips were together. A feeling of absolute bliss overcame me. At first, he kissed me roughly, instead of smoothly. He did not have years of kissing experience. The teacher in me took over. I pulled back to pause the action as his eyes widened as he saw me pull back. Our eyes together again, I moved back in to meet his lips. Instinctively, he followed every movement of my mouth. He had slowed and our tongues stretched into each others mouths. His tongue was too quick, too anxious but immediately slowed to match the rhythms of mine. A warmth radiates throughout my body. Like taking a warm bath at the end of the day. All of the stress and tension from the day dissipating . The heat from my nostrils eases out. My inhalations filled with him, his scent, his Spearment breath, the heat in our exchanged breaths. I instructed him without words. He was the perfect student. The thought of how far this could go with me as professor swirled with my erotic thoughts that are tamed by my feelings of increasing affection for him.
His lips were luscious. Plump. I clamped down on them with my lips. His tongue was slow dancing with mine. I tasted his saliva. I swallowed it and my gum with it. I was savoring every bit of it. The air we were making together was filled with warmth. I know that I started to let go emotionally. This was dangerous but I didn’t care. I was kissing him with so much passion that inaudible sounds emanated from me. Humming until I cooed like a pigeon. Daryl was following my lead so I needed to pace the action. I pulled my mouth away to work on his neck. His neck wet. I tasted it. My fingers rode up to those luscious curls. My fingers were running through a forest of silky hair. Daryl did the same. He had begun sniffing and sucking my neck. I was willingly open if he wanted to bite it. He did not. He would not. He was tenderness defined. Daryl was wrapped up in everything that was happening.
Our positions on the bed had changed. I was on my back while he was on his side, his head, neck and torso leaning over. His hands had now become active. I encouraged this. They moved below my neck in hesitation. I lifted my head away and stretched upwards so that he could get more access below. His hands ran up again to my neck and hair.
He whispered, “I love your hair.”
His hands kneaded through strands in my head. He wanted to keep kissing me. I raised and stretched my head one more time so he could know that it was time to direct himself elsewhere. Still mouthing my neck, his hands finally went to my my breasts. I gasped. His hand clumsily touched them. My left hand covered his and I guided it properly. His hand rubbed my breasts. He must have really enjoyed them. His hand couldn’t get enough as it gripped and rubbed. I forced the hand over my nipple. He felt the protrusion of my erect nipple.
“Pinch it” I murmured.
He did so ever so gently. The care he took was alarming. He seemed to not want to hurt me. I released my hand over his and cupped his head to pull his mouth toward it. He mouthed my nipple from over the t-shirt. The shirt was damp with sweat. Wetter with the soaking Daryl gave it. I could see my large areola through it. He could too. Would their size and shape disappoint him? My breasts were large but I thought my nipples were not attractive. I didn’t want him to look too long there. I quickly yanked down the top of my shirt. My bra was still on. Next I pulled down my bra exposing the breast. I grabbed his head again and forced it down. Complete obedience. He was mouthing my nipple.
“Suck it. Suck it,” my mind screamed.
He was careful. His hesitation had provoked another feeling. I had gone into maternal mode. I wanted to nurse this baby. My baby. He sucked. I kept my hand behind his head firmly to keep him from leaving that area. He was sucking now. My emotions were bubbling up. I looked down, captivated by the scene. Yes. Nurse baby, nurse. My pulled down shirt and bra were less than comfortable. It was worth it. Daryl was too up close to get the visual of my fat breasts and huge nipples. With his mouth unmovable, Daryl’s hand moved off of cupping my breast and below. I could feel my shirt getting wetter. I was also getting wetter down below.
Daryl’s hand rubbing descended. I put my hand over it again to guide it past my belly. My soft, exposed tummy. He wasn’t interested in that area anyhow. His hand was making a bee line south. His hand passed over my crotch and immediately underneath the bottom of my t-shirt. The hand was in a hurry. I felt his hand cup my vagina through my underwear. Oh God, was I wet. I was saturated through. I could not feel his touch enough over my panties and I had so much pubic hair. It was a mound of unkept hair. Daryl’s hand over this spongy barrier. I could feel it.
Thankfully, Daryl’s fingers went for the prize. I felt his fingers slip under my panties. His hand rested on my pubic hair and his middle finger slipped inside of me. Relief. It entered easily as I was so wet. The finger was trying to get deeper. I let him stumble around for a while. I enjoyed him in me. But he only knew how to jab. He thrusted his finger in and out of me. I placed my left hand over his again and guided it over my clitoris. He attempted to insert the finger inside again but I had to guide it back to my little flesh button. My hand over his, my finger over his finger, I simulated the rubbing attention that was needed. My clit was stiff. Engorged. His touch brought it to life. Small shocks of pleasure ran through my body. The fingers learned fast. I removed my hand and he properly learned the lesson. Finger rub on my knob to finger insert inside. The amateur go was exhilirating.
He withdrew and wanted to mount me. His eagerness was evident. I was not naked yet. I had to slow him down. I wanted his first to be special. No longer at my breast, he was moving over the top of my body. He began kissing me again. We were now face to face. Him fully on top of me. I could feel his hardness through the towel still around his waist. He started to position himself between my legs. I so wanted him to rip the towel off and enter me. I was, however, still the instructor and Daryl was not done with his studies.
Focused on the goal, Daryl stopped kissing. I put both of my hands on his damp curly head and looked into his eyes. There was a wild abandonment. He followed my guidance nonetheless. I brought his mouth to mine again and we started the kissing session. I lifted my chin and neck as a sign for him to go below. He obliged and began kissing my nape and lower still on my breasts again over my t-shirt. I wanted to remove my shirt and bra completely but it would have to wait. My hands still his guide on his head, I pushed his head further down. He looked up from my belly. I looked back with resolve and uncertainty. He kept going down. I stopped him.
“Look at me,” I said.
His face was unsure. I was unsure. I was sopping wet. Surely, my scent was powerful. with the sweat and my juices running out of me in this heat and humidity, this may not turn out as a pleasant experience for Daryl. I wanted to be every one of his firsts. I continued guiding him downward all the while we were looking at each other. Daryl on the edge of losing more pieces of his innocence. His face was over my crotch. He looked down at it. My poor body image feelings swelled up. I held my breath, hoping he would move forward. He did. He pressed his nose into my mound, the shirt and panties still a barrier. I lifted my knees and I pushed him forcefully further down. His face was under the t-shirt. He reached underneath and began pulling my panties down and off. When successfully removed, he moved in.
I pulled my t-shirt up above my waist exposing my entire crotch. I put my hands on his head one more time and forced his head down and forward. Did he really want to do this or was I forcing him? Was I clean enough? Did I smell? I spread my legs wider and so he would have better access. He followed. I felt Daryl’s lips on my ‘lips’. He stopped.
“I have to take this out,” he said taking the piece of gum he had out.
He almost destroyed the moment.
“Where should I put it,” he politely asked.
I stretched my hand out and told him to put it in my hand. I taok it and put it in my mouth. I swallowed it. Undeterred, he went back immediately. I felt the tip of his tongue wash over my lips. My nectar awaited. A shiver went through me. Daryl began licking almost like a dog would. Each lap a chill. Sweat and my lubrication being lapped up. I put my hand down to his curls and said softly,
“Pretend you are kissing my mouth. Do the same thing you were doing when we kissed…”
The great student he was did exactly as I said. Daryl took my lips in his and the movements were repeated as if we were kissing, only this time, I had no tongue to share with him. He probed inside of my lips. His tongue danced alone swirling inside of me. This sent shock waves through me. He was kissing my lips and tonguing my inside. My breathing changed. I imagined kissing him back and I did my best puckering and tightening my lips with his. I placed my hand to feel his licking. With one finger, I swabbed near my clitoris to coerce him that way. The salt from sweat on my finger stung as I swiped teeny tiny ulcers which had obviously been caused from that toasty day. He licked and sucked between my fingers. I guided his tongue to my clitoris.
“Here,” I instructed. “With the tip of your tongue right there.”
I bucked impulsively with each pass of his tongue. Getting wetter and wetter, I sensed him put his hands inside of my thighs. He was framing my vagina. Spreading my lips to get deeper tongue penetration. My ecstasy rising, I felt his hands slide below as he explored me. His hands were slipping because of of the moisture and he accidentally touched my anus with his thumb.
“Sorry,” he lifted up to say.
I placed my hand on his head and patted it down, reassuring him. I opened my legs wider for him to explore. The licking, kissing and sucking bringing me up. Again his fingers brushed my other opening. He paused but my hands still on his head urged him forward. He dipped slightly lower and his nose was rubbing my lips as he licked the bottom part of my vagina. His curious hands given the green light touched my asshole. I felt his finger linger longer around the tighter opening. His nose being closer, I worried he would retreat but the baby oil that I spilled earlier must be helping the scent. It was definitely helping in other ways.
He was sliding his finger with the residual oil around the opening. The sensation increased. He attempted to enter with his finger. The tip of his finger pushed in, I gasped but he stopped and pulled it out. He looked up and said ‘sorry’ again but I told him it was alright.
“You can if you want to,” I told him.
He did as he was told. His finger pressed inside me. The idea of him inside of me stormed my mind. I was tight but the baby oil was really helping. The pleasure and fantasy of him penetrating there was exciting. He pushed deeper in, my tighter, deeper hole permitting access. I could feel his finger try to push further in. It could only go so far. My ass pulsated, wanting more. He pulled out the index finger he was using while my body went through withdrawal symptoms but he soon inserted the middle finger. Yes. He pushed it in all of the way. It went deeper than the other finger. The lining inside of me craved the stretch and tiny twinge but would be left unsatisfied.
Daryl temporarily paused with his mouth on my lips, his tongue no longer inside. I pushed the back of his head down once more as a reminder of where his attention should be. I trained him how to multitask in an instant. Widening my legs and lifting my knees higher I noticed my thighs sway their fatty flesh but it was the clearest indication I could give Daryl to proceed. With my hands and positioning, I directed Daryl’s mouth and and fingers. The focus on both of my openings sent me upward. The feeling of Daryl’s tongue inside me in one place and his finger in another still wasn’t enough for me.
Although I was experiencing so much pleasure, I wanted more of him inside. I rolled over on my side while Daryl continued. I rolled completely over on to my stomach and lifted my ass. This arrested development startled him. He didn’t know what more to do. He most likely saw the welcoming of my pussy, moist and waiting. He was about to move forward, his body eager to accept the invitation but my mind halted. More of the forbidden. I had violated the trust of my friend Nina by secretly being with her nephew. I violated the law with a sexual act on a minor. And now I was about to coerce a boy to perform the ultimate forbidden act. I didn’t care. All of it excited me. Like fuel to a fire.
But this also reminded me of my experience with this act. I knew it and could say I loved it but it was always performed on me in a brutal way. The impersonal way my ex did it to me with my face slammed down. No intimate feeling whatsoever. Only a selfish act on his part, the worst being that my ex would never finish in me. He would always pull out and leave his fluids on my back.
Daryl waited. He began to press his body forward but I stopped him. I could tell how eager he was to proceed. With Daryl torn from his oral attentions away from between my legs I rolled back on to my back. Daryl wanted to rush in and mount again.
“Daryl, we are going to slow down now, okay?,” I said.
I opened my legs and lifted my knees again. He moved his lower body between them. He still had the towel around his waist. As he lowered himself to kiss me, I purred inside. It was true passion. Our lips locked again while I untangled the twisted towel from around him. His penis sprang with release. I placed my hands on his hips to position himself properly. I could feel his patience waining. He wanted in. I could tell that he would finish quickly. I wanted to be his first everything. But it had to be special. The loss of true virginity as we know it would have to wait. I wanted him inside of me but for that I wanted a longer lasting experience.
My hands holding him back, I couldn’t stop him completely. My hands had to see and touch the rock hard penis. Pausing from our kissing, I looked down to see it. I moved my hands all over it. Like hot steel it was. But this was better. It was hot raw flesh. I gripped it with one hand and started guiding it between my legs. I wiped the head over my moist lips and clitoris. Like honey I was thick and sticky. Had it really been that many days since my last cycle? I’ve always had an extreme spike in my libido when that time happened. He pushed forward to insert it through my pussy lips. He was struggling to line himself up, each time missing the mark, his cock stimulating my wet pussy lips. His shaft must have been picking up so much of my juices because I could feel it.
I lifted my hips higher exposing more of my openings. I felt the fans air enter me like a breeze. This lifting made the baby oil, still present in the crack of my cheeks drip down again over my anus. With one hand still on his hip holding him back and the other gripping his penis, I said to Daryl,
“Slow. Real slow.”
He inhaled slowly. He began to relax. With that I placed the tip of his head directly on my anus. I honestly believe that he didn’t know. He was not aware it seemed. His face made three expressions in progression. The first was confusion. I had stopped him earlier when I was on my stomach from him pressing forward with my ass exposed. The next expression was this look for approval. I loosed my restraining hand from his hip. The last expression was shock and surprise. His eyes darted from looking at what he was about to enter and back to me. His eyebrows raised with anxiety and uncertainty. He pressed forward. His head squeezed in.
“Ah,” I cried out.
This was not a finger. Daryl pushed further in. I felt the mushroom head pop inside of me. I gulped. This was painful. I held him there. He was staring into my eyes. We were on the precipice of a new experience. Not because I had known this act. Because I had never known it like this. And I even had imagined doing it like this one day. This was not impersonal. This was intimate. This was not going to be an act of oppression. I was in control now. I decided when and how to move forward. It was a liberating feeling. Daryl gave that to me. He didn’t ignore my direction. He dutifully obeyed in the most caring, tender way. My restraining hand was the toll keeper. I let go slightly to indicate he could put more in. He did. Ahhh! My sphincter was being penetrated under strain as it was involuntarily stretched open. The oil was helping as millimeter by millimeter, Daryl's penis squeezed in.
My breath was controlled. Not free yet. I inhaled and exhaled slowly, methodically. Daryl, so sweet above me still eye to eye copied my breathing. He was trying to be relaxed like me. Where had a man like this been in my life? My ass begged for more. The muscles inside of me relaxed and I could feel myself accomodating his size. At a snails pace and ever so slowly, his penis pushed in. Bursts of pleasure with every increment.
I now put my hands on Daryl’s butt. His skin was slick and smooth. I clenched his butt and beckoned him to lean in more. My mouth gaping open in pain and pleasure eye to eye with Daryl. Pure ecstasy. It felt like the walls of my ass were stretching apart at the seams. But I loved it. Deeper and deeper Daryl was getting. The walls of my heart opened with every millimeter of progress his cock was making inside of me. I felt the wrench in my anal tissue. But I had to stop him to take breaks as I widened to accept more. The breaks did that. He pulled out a tiny bit and like a drug addict, I went into withdrawals. My hands on his butt, I prevented him.
I had nothing in my system since I hadn’t eaten the night before and only had coffee in the morning and a bottle of water at work. The sensation of a bowel movement was there though. Pulling him back in made that subside. He kept doing it. He must have needed the feeling of thrusting. And slow mini thrusts they were. He was grinding along slowly expanding me. Deeper. All I wanted was that feeling of depth. To have him as deep inside of me as possible. This was physical and emotional for me. The physical closeness was an emotional closeness.
“Wait… Okay,” as I breathed.
The pang of pain with each new section being stretched… pause… breath….pleasure…Repeat. His penis was dilating my ass and I was enthralled. I felt like a children’s glove with a man’s hand pushing in. I was a tiny bit chunky but I was still a petite woman. Measure by measure inflating me.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah”, I groaned.
“All the way in. Please,” I urged.
With that, Daryl thrust the full length of his hard long penis inside of my ass. I cried out in sweet pain. He was fully in me. I was enveloped around every inch of his penis. I felt my asshole straining. I felt so full. I honestly felt the texture of his skin. His veins even. The heat radiating from that hot cock. It was euphoric. Fully in, Daryl waited for my cue. He didn’t move.
I motioned him out and when I felt the bowel movement sensation began, I implored him back in. With each withdrawal and thrust back in, my sense of security returned. I trusted my body was clear of impediments. It was safe. The sensation was exhilirating. Unlike a cervix barrier, there was no obstruction. He could go deeper if he wanted. If he could. God, press it all in, I thought. I could feel his balls pressing at the entrance. I grabbed his ass more tightly. Hoping to pull him deeper. I wanted his balls inside of me. His slow pumps sending me to another place.
I had closed my eyes with some of this. Daryl, catching my eyes again, slowed. He lowered his lips to mine and began the most passionate kissing I have ever had. Because I had never had this type of sex like this. Missionary is the most intimate. But missionary anal? The taboo of what we were doing, this sodomizing, the taboo between the differences in our ages, the societal scorn if it was known was driving me wild with pleasure.
Daryl was kissing me passionately. His tongue in my mouth. His penis deep inside of me was pure satisfaction. How could I get more of him inside of me? I tried. I sucked his tongue deeper in my mouth. I arched my hips higher to get every part of him deeper inside. The sensation was building inside of me. The buzzing throughout my body increasing. I don’t know why or how but I could feel one coming on. How was this possible?
I felt the sliding impression of his penis through the thin membrane between my anus and rectum… through to the other side of my vagina. I was feeling aroused in my clitoris stem at the back end of my cervix… I could feel it regardless of my chronic cervicitis. My pussy was getting stimulated by this! I was losing myself with Daryl. His penis started to expand. I felt it. He was going to explode. I held him tighter.
The pumping had stopped and a super slow push and thrust trying to squeeze forward. The tip screaming to continue on with his balls preventing it and straining to get past the stuffed entrance. I felt an invisible hand inside of me reaching to grab hold and pull it through. Juices were increasing to leave my body. There was a geyser coming. It swelled inside of me. It was building. I sucked and kissed more deeply. My hands pulled on his ass forcing it forward. I felt his penis expand more, widening me.
Lightning flashed inside of that penis. And again the thunder would come. And this time… it roared. Erratic pulsating and the first shot bathed my insides deeper than I could imagine. Hot semen. And another splashing the walls of my rectum. I have never felt that physical impact in my vagina or deep on my cervix. Never. This sent me over the top. As shots of his cum continued to paint my cavernous mural like a concert echoing deep within, I felt a rush of electricity shoot through me. I was on fire. Waves of pleasure rolled over me and I cried out with him, moaning and screaming in ecstasy. A tidal wave gushed forward. A cascade coming through. A stream to a raging river. Over and over. His mouth locked on mine and releasing and returning. A catharsis in action. I was thrusting my hips, trying to get all of it.
I felt an enormous blast as I orgasmed. I was clenching all of him. My core was detonated and it reverberated outward, rolling through my body. He was ending. Nothing left to give. Pumping still for every last drop. We were panting and sweating. Our bodies drenched. I was a celestial being. Nothing could have prepared me for that. I felt only a closeness with Daryl that I did not expect.
His penis slowing, softening. Our breaths heavy and exhausted. The time winding down. I felt his penis begin to recede. I held him tighter to stop him from withdrawing. I was tightening my anus to keep him in. His face is on the side of my head and sweaty long hair sticking to my shoulders and neck. Try as I did, I could not keep him inside of me. His penis was ever so slowly falling out. I felt his cum seep out of my opening. I bucked my hips upward to keep it in. I wanted it. I needed it.
Daryl was wiped out it seemed. I too, was gassed. Still buzzing though. After a few moments of lying down, with me gently petting his sweaty curls, and backside and his tight little firm butt, I said,
“I told you I wanted to be there for your first everything.”
He turned his head to face me and smiled.
“I didn’t know about that one,” he retorted.
“No?,” I sincerely asked.
He truly was not expecting THAT. What would come next?, I wondered. The fan was on us and less on his drying clothes. He opened up a little by telling me that he thought he was hurting me. His eyebrows furled with puppy dog concern. He didn’t want to hurt me. Wow. What a difference. What a huge change that was from my ex. Every word coming from Daryl’s mouth was kind. There was never any roughness or macho behavior from him.
He asked politely,” May I clean myself up?”
“Of course,” I replied.
He grabbed the towel and covered himself to go to the bathroom. He paused to check on his drying clothes, a disappointed look on his face as they were not completely dry. Before closing the door to the bathroom I heard him say,
“I guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”
He closed the door to the bathroom. Did he think it was over? Maybe. When he exited the shower, he was going to want to leave. I became sad. Was he through with me? I was laying there literally full of Daryl. The moment hung in the air for me. But, he did have to go back to Nina’s. I checked the time. If he said that he usually was back by 5:00 PM, there was less than an hour left before that.
Would he be leaving now? Please God let it not be so. Still on my knees, I started to crawl after him getting to my feet in time to show him a towel and as he closed the door. I instructed him from the other side of the door how to turn on the shower. I didn’t want him to get scalded by the hot water. The bathroom door was closed. Not open as I would have hoped. I could have helped him bathe.
If he did leave after showering, I might not get another opportunity like this. I went to the kitchen sink to collect Daryl’s clothes. I was about to hang them on the chair in front of the fan so that they could dry faster. Wait! Dry faster? Why would I do that? I brought them back to the sink and put more water on them to rinse them. Daryl would not be leaving any time soon.
I was spending time wringing out his t-shirt and pants with my hands. I wanted to delay him leaving but I didn’t want to get caught if he left the bathroom. So I was eyeing the bathroom door carefully while I arranged his drying clothes back to where I was hanging them. I was almost caught as Daryl must have taken a quick shower. He shyly opened the door with the towel wrapped around his waist. Wet curls lacing his face. This definitely got my attention. Daryl was all clean and fresh. I could see the beads of sweat glisten on his body. Clean sweat if you want to call it that.
“You’ll have to wait a tiny bit longer. Your clothes aren’t dry yet.,” I said.
Wether he believed me or not, I don’t know, but he walked past me to check out his clothes. Was he in a hurry to leave? I didn’t want him to see the guilty look on my face so I went to the bathroom to straighten it up. The floor still had water on it. He must not have closed the shower curtain well enough.
From the bathroom I said, “You can go back to the couch bed and watch some more TV.”
“Ok. May I have a stick of gum?,” he asked.
On the kitchen counter, I had left my keys, spare change, receipts and the Wrigley’s Gum that I had handy. I liked chewing gum at work. Especially in those face to face encounters with patients.
“Help yourself,” I called out.
He went over and grabbed a stick of gum and went back to the couch bed. Watching TV grabbed Daryl’s attention. He was unaware of what I was doing. I had better do the same. No chewing gum near me, I picked up the bottle of Listerine and quietly swished and gargled a shot of it. Like an alcoholic stealing a swig from a bottle of liquor when they think no one is around to see.
I also grabbed the baby oil plastic bottle and squeezed some oil on to my hands. Daryl had just showered and even though I had showered earlier, I felt that my sweat may have affected my body odor. I lifted up the long t-shirt I was wearing so I could put some on. I started rubbing it on my body. I squeezed out more into my hands but it was over flowing so I had to rub it on more of my body. My big bubble butt cheeks were a good place for that but the oil pooled right down between my cheeks. I felt it run past my panties and down over my anus hole. My mind lit up. I figured the baby oil helped with my body scent, especially back there. I peered out from the bathroom to see if he had seen that.
“I’ve got some baby oil here. Would you like me to rub some on you?,” I asked.
“No thank you.,” he replied.
I wanted to rub baby oil all over him. That mothering feeling again. I wiped the excess oil on a bathroom towel and went back toward Daryl on the bed. The creaking mattress springs began their melody again as my body plopped down.
Daryl was laying on his side, his back to me, watching TV. He was probably waiting for the TV to wind down the time while his clothes dried. I would have to be more captivating than the television. I got up and turned off the TV and immediately lied back down on my side with my head propped up by my elbow and resting on my palm. Now I had his attention.
“Do you want me to turn it back on or do you want to talk with me?”
“I can talk with you,” he says.
His doe like eyes glimmered straight into mine. For a brief moment, we said nothing. Just staring at each other. I was fixated.
“I’m sorry to keep you here while your clothes dry. I’m sure you want to go,” I said.
He hemmed and hawed and did his best to make me believe otherwise. His gaze was untamed innocence. I had caused him to cum twice and still had not hugged him, nor had I kissed him. We were now both on our sides facing each other. He was looking me over from time to time. I wondered what he was thinking. Between smiles, we started to have those connection stares. Eyes locked for brief moments, our facial expressions open to receiving. Almost neutral when our masks slip and truth enters.
I began mimicking his gum chewing. He smiled back.
“Want some? I’ll go get some for you.,” he offered.
Always the gentleman, this guy. He was about to get up but I reached out my hand to stop him.
“It’s okay, that’s not necessary,” I protested.
He returned to his side to resume looking at me.
I moved closer and said,”I’ll just take some of yours.”
A puzzled look of wonder passed over Daryl’s face, eyebrows lifted. I smiled fiendishly raising my eyebrows too. He went to take his gum from his mouth. Again, I reached out to stop him. My hand rested softly on his wrist. I leaned my face closer. I darted my eyes directly at his mouth and back to stare at him. I did it again. Like a light bulb turning on, he too leaned his face toward mine. The tension and anxiety were palpable as we slowly inched closer. He stopped just short of our lips touching and stuck out the gum from his teeth. I closed the gap with my mouth and opened it slightly to take the gum. I snatched it with my teeth. He pulled his head back to stretch and break off a piece of gum. The gum stretched but before the last of the thinnest threads are about to separate and I lunged for the finish line.
Our lips were together. A feeling of absolute bliss overcame me. At first, he kissed me roughly, instead of smoothly. He did not have years of kissing experience. The teacher in me took over. I pulled back to pause the action as his eyes widened as he saw me pull back. Our eyes together again, I moved back in to meet his lips. Instinctively, he followed every movement of my mouth. He had slowed and our tongues stretched into each others mouths. His tongue was too quick, too anxious but immediately slowed to match the rhythms of mine. A warmth radiates throughout my body. Like taking a warm bath at the end of the day. All of the stress and tension from the day dissipating . The heat from my nostrils eases out. My inhalations filled with him, his scent, his Spearment breath, the heat in our exchanged breaths. I instructed him without words. He was the perfect student. The thought of how far this could go with me as professor swirled with my erotic thoughts that are tamed by my feelings of increasing affection for him.
His lips were luscious. Plump. I clamped down on them with my lips. His tongue was slow dancing with mine. I tasted his saliva. I swallowed it and my gum with it. I was savoring every bit of it. The air we were making together was filled with warmth. I know that I started to let go emotionally. This was dangerous but I didn’t care. I was kissing him with so much passion that inaudible sounds emanated from me. Humming until I cooed like a pigeon. Daryl was following my lead so I needed to pace the action. I pulled my mouth away to work on his neck. His neck wet. I tasted it. My fingers rode up to those luscious curls. My fingers were running through a forest of silky hair. Daryl did the same. He had begun sniffing and sucking my neck. I was willingly open if he wanted to bite it. He did not. He would not. He was tenderness defined. Daryl was wrapped up in everything that was happening.
Our positions on the bed had changed. I was on my back while he was on his side, his head, neck and torso leaning over. His hands had now become active. I encouraged this. They moved below my neck in hesitation. I lifted my head away and stretched upwards so that he could get more access below. His hands ran up again to my neck and hair.
He whispered, “I love your hair.”
His hands kneaded through strands in my head. He wanted to keep kissing me. I raised and stretched my head one more time so he could know that it was time to direct himself elsewhere. Still mouthing my neck, his hands finally went to my my breasts. I gasped. His hand clumsily touched them. My left hand covered his and I guided it properly. His hand rubbed my breasts. He must have really enjoyed them. His hand couldn’t get enough as it gripped and rubbed. I forced the hand over my nipple. He felt the protrusion of my erect nipple.
“Pinch it” I murmured.
He did so ever so gently. The care he took was alarming. He seemed to not want to hurt me. I released my hand over his and cupped his head to pull his mouth toward it. He mouthed my nipple from over the t-shirt. The shirt was damp with sweat. Wetter with the soaking Daryl gave it. I could see my large areola through it. He could too. Would their size and shape disappoint him? My breasts were large but I thought my nipples were not attractive. I didn’t want him to look too long there. I quickly yanked down the top of my shirt. My bra was still on. Next I pulled down my bra exposing the breast. I grabbed his head again and forced it down. Complete obedience. He was mouthing my nipple.
“Suck it. Suck it,” my mind screamed.
He was careful. His hesitation had provoked another feeling. I had gone into maternal mode. I wanted to nurse this baby. My baby. He sucked. I kept my hand behind his head firmly to keep him from leaving that area. He was sucking now. My emotions were bubbling up. I looked down, captivated by the scene. Yes. Nurse baby, nurse. My pulled down shirt and bra were less than comfortable. It was worth it. Daryl was too up close to get the visual of my fat breasts and huge nipples. With his mouth unmovable, Daryl’s hand moved off of cupping my breast and below. I could feel my shirt getting wetter. I was also getting wetter down below.
Daryl’s hand rubbing descended. I put my hand over it again to guide it past my belly. My soft, exposed tummy. He wasn’t interested in that area anyhow. His hand was making a bee line south. His hand passed over my crotch and immediately underneath the bottom of my t-shirt. The hand was in a hurry. I felt his hand cup my vagina through my underwear. Oh God, was I wet. I was saturated through. I could not feel his touch enough over my panties and I had so much pubic hair. It was a mound of unkept hair. Daryl’s hand over this spongy barrier. I could feel it.
Thankfully, Daryl’s fingers went for the prize. I felt his fingers slip under my panties. His hand rested on my pubic hair and his middle finger slipped inside of me. Relief. It entered easily as I was so wet. The finger was trying to get deeper. I let him stumble around for a while. I enjoyed him in me. But he only knew how to jab. He thrusted his finger in and out of me. I placed my left hand over his again and guided it over my clitoris. He attempted to insert the finger inside again but I had to guide it back to my little flesh button. My hand over his, my finger over his finger, I simulated the rubbing attention that was needed. My clit was stiff. Engorged. His touch brought it to life. Small shocks of pleasure ran through my body. The fingers learned fast. I removed my hand and he properly learned the lesson. Finger rub on my knob to finger insert inside. The amateur go was exhilirating.
He withdrew and wanted to mount me. His eagerness was evident. I was not naked yet. I had to slow him down. I wanted his first to be special. No longer at my breast, he was moving over the top of my body. He began kissing me again. We were now face to face. Him fully on top of me. I could feel his hardness through the towel still around his waist. He started to position himself between my legs. I so wanted him to rip the towel off and enter me. I was, however, still the instructor and Daryl was not done with his studies.
Focused on the goal, Daryl stopped kissing. I put both of my hands on his damp curly head and looked into his eyes. There was a wild abandonment. He followed my guidance nonetheless. I brought his mouth to mine again and we started the kissing session. I lifted my chin and neck as a sign for him to go below. He obliged and began kissing my nape and lower still on my breasts again over my t-shirt. I wanted to remove my shirt and bra completely but it would have to wait. My hands still his guide on his head, I pushed his head further down. He looked up from my belly. I looked back with resolve and uncertainty. He kept going down. I stopped him.
“Look at me,” I said.
His face was unsure. I was unsure. I was sopping wet. Surely, my scent was powerful. with the sweat and my juices running out of me in this heat and humidity, this may not turn out as a pleasant experience for Daryl. I wanted to be every one of his firsts. I continued guiding him downward all the while we were looking at each other. Daryl on the edge of losing more pieces of his innocence. His face was over my crotch. He looked down at it. My poor body image feelings swelled up. I held my breath, hoping he would move forward. He did. He pressed his nose into my mound, the shirt and panties still a barrier. I lifted my knees and I pushed him forcefully further down. His face was under the t-shirt. He reached underneath and began pulling my panties down and off. When successfully removed, he moved in.
I pulled my t-shirt up above my waist exposing my entire crotch. I put my hands on his head one more time and forced his head down and forward. Did he really want to do this or was I forcing him? Was I clean enough? Did I smell? I spread my legs wider and so he would have better access. He followed. I felt Daryl’s lips on my ‘lips’. He stopped.
“I have to take this out,” he said taking the piece of gum he had out.
He almost destroyed the moment.
“Where should I put it,” he politely asked.
I stretched my hand out and told him to put it in my hand. I taok it and put it in my mouth. I swallowed it. Undeterred, he went back immediately. I felt the tip of his tongue wash over my lips. My nectar awaited. A shiver went through me. Daryl began licking almost like a dog would. Each lap a chill. Sweat and my lubrication being lapped up. I put my hand down to his curls and said softly,
“Pretend you are kissing my mouth. Do the same thing you were doing when we kissed…”
The great student he was did exactly as I said. Daryl took my lips in his and the movements were repeated as if we were kissing, only this time, I had no tongue to share with him. He probed inside of my lips. His tongue danced alone swirling inside of me. This sent shock waves through me. He was kissing my lips and tonguing my inside. My breathing changed. I imagined kissing him back and I did my best puckering and tightening my lips with his. I placed my hand to feel his licking. With one finger, I swabbed near my clitoris to coerce him that way. The salt from sweat on my finger stung as I swiped teeny tiny ulcers which had obviously been caused from that toasty day. He licked and sucked between my fingers. I guided his tongue to my clitoris.
“Here,” I instructed. “With the tip of your tongue right there.”
I bucked impulsively with each pass of his tongue. Getting wetter and wetter, I sensed him put his hands inside of my thighs. He was framing my vagina. Spreading my lips to get deeper tongue penetration. My ecstasy rising, I felt his hands slide below as he explored me. His hands were slipping because of of the moisture and he accidentally touched my anus with his thumb.
“Sorry,” he lifted up to say.
I placed my hand on his head and patted it down, reassuring him. I opened my legs wider for him to explore. The licking, kissing and sucking bringing me up. Again his fingers brushed my other opening. He paused but my hands still on his head urged him forward. He dipped slightly lower and his nose was rubbing my lips as he licked the bottom part of my vagina. His curious hands given the green light touched my asshole. I felt his finger linger longer around the tighter opening. His nose being closer, I worried he would retreat but the baby oil that I spilled earlier must be helping the scent. It was definitely helping in other ways.
He was sliding his finger with the residual oil around the opening. The sensation increased. He attempted to enter with his finger. The tip of his finger pushed in, I gasped but he stopped and pulled it out. He looked up and said ‘sorry’ again but I told him it was alright.
“You can if you want to,” I told him.
He did as he was told. His finger pressed inside me. The idea of him inside of me stormed my mind. I was tight but the baby oil was really helping. The pleasure and fantasy of him penetrating there was exciting. He pushed deeper in, my tighter, deeper hole permitting access. I could feel his finger try to push further in. It could only go so far. My ass pulsated, wanting more. He pulled out the index finger he was using while my body went through withdrawal symptoms but he soon inserted the middle finger. Yes. He pushed it in all of the way. It went deeper than the other finger. The lining inside of me craved the stretch and tiny twinge but would be left unsatisfied.
Daryl temporarily paused with his mouth on my lips, his tongue no longer inside. I pushed the back of his head down once more as a reminder of where his attention should be. I trained him how to multitask in an instant. Widening my legs and lifting my knees higher I noticed my thighs sway their fatty flesh but it was the clearest indication I could give Daryl to proceed. With my hands and positioning, I directed Daryl’s mouth and and fingers. The focus on both of my openings sent me upward. The feeling of Daryl’s tongue inside me in one place and his finger in another still wasn’t enough for me.
Although I was experiencing so much pleasure, I wanted more of him inside. I rolled over on my side while Daryl continued. I rolled completely over on to my stomach and lifted my ass. This arrested development startled him. He didn’t know what more to do. He most likely saw the welcoming of my pussy, moist and waiting. He was about to move forward, his body eager to accept the invitation but my mind halted. More of the forbidden. I had violated the trust of my friend Nina by secretly being with her nephew. I violated the law with a sexual act on a minor. And now I was about to coerce a boy to perform the ultimate forbidden act. I didn’t care. All of it excited me. Like fuel to a fire.
But this also reminded me of my experience with this act. I knew it and could say I loved it but it was always performed on me in a brutal way. The impersonal way my ex did it to me with my face slammed down. No intimate feeling whatsoever. Only a selfish act on his part, the worst being that my ex would never finish in me. He would always pull out and leave his fluids on my back.
Daryl waited. He began to press his body forward but I stopped him. I could tell how eager he was to proceed. With Daryl torn from his oral attentions away from between my legs I rolled back on to my back. Daryl wanted to rush in and mount again.
“Daryl, we are going to slow down now, okay?,” I said.
I opened my legs and lifted my knees again. He moved his lower body between them. He still had the towel around his waist. As he lowered himself to kiss me, I purred inside. It was true passion. Our lips locked again while I untangled the twisted towel from around him. His penis sprang with release. I placed my hands on his hips to position himself properly. I could feel his patience waining. He wanted in. I could tell that he would finish quickly. I wanted to be his first everything. But it had to be special. The loss of true virginity as we know it would have to wait. I wanted him inside of me but for that I wanted a longer lasting experience.
My hands holding him back, I couldn’t stop him completely. My hands had to see and touch the rock hard penis. Pausing from our kissing, I looked down to see it. I moved my hands all over it. Like hot steel it was. But this was better. It was hot raw flesh. I gripped it with one hand and started guiding it between my legs. I wiped the head over my moist lips and clitoris. Like honey I was thick and sticky. Had it really been that many days since my last cycle? I’ve always had an extreme spike in my libido when that time happened. He pushed forward to insert it through my pussy lips. He was struggling to line himself up, each time missing the mark, his cock stimulating my wet pussy lips. His shaft must have been picking up so much of my juices because I could feel it.
I lifted my hips higher exposing more of my openings. I felt the fans air enter me like a breeze. This lifting made the baby oil, still present in the crack of my cheeks drip down again over my anus. With one hand still on his hip holding him back and the other gripping his penis, I said to Daryl,
“Slow. Real slow.”
He inhaled slowly. He began to relax. With that I placed the tip of his head directly on my anus. I honestly believe that he didn’t know. He was not aware it seemed. His face made three expressions in progression. The first was confusion. I had stopped him earlier when I was on my stomach from him pressing forward with my ass exposed. The next expression was this look for approval. I loosed my restraining hand from his hip. The last expression was shock and surprise. His eyes darted from looking at what he was about to enter and back to me. His eyebrows raised with anxiety and uncertainty. He pressed forward. His head squeezed in.
“Ah,” I cried out.
This was not a finger. Daryl pushed further in. I felt the mushroom head pop inside of me. I gulped. This was painful. I held him there. He was staring into my eyes. We were on the precipice of a new experience. Not because I had known this act. Because I had never known it like this. And I even had imagined doing it like this one day. This was not impersonal. This was intimate. This was not going to be an act of oppression. I was in control now. I decided when and how to move forward. It was a liberating feeling. Daryl gave that to me. He didn’t ignore my direction. He dutifully obeyed in the most caring, tender way. My restraining hand was the toll keeper. I let go slightly to indicate he could put more in. He did. Ahhh! My sphincter was being penetrated under strain as it was involuntarily stretched open. The oil was helping as millimeter by millimeter, Daryl's penis squeezed in.
My breath was controlled. Not free yet. I inhaled and exhaled slowly, methodically. Daryl, so sweet above me still eye to eye copied my breathing. He was trying to be relaxed like me. Where had a man like this been in my life? My ass begged for more. The muscles inside of me relaxed and I could feel myself accomodating his size. At a snails pace and ever so slowly, his penis pushed in. Bursts of pleasure with every increment.
I now put my hands on Daryl’s butt. His skin was slick and smooth. I clenched his butt and beckoned him to lean in more. My mouth gaping open in pain and pleasure eye to eye with Daryl. Pure ecstasy. It felt like the walls of my ass were stretching apart at the seams. But I loved it. Deeper and deeper Daryl was getting. The walls of my heart opened with every millimeter of progress his cock was making inside of me. I felt the wrench in my anal tissue. But I had to stop him to take breaks as I widened to accept more. The breaks did that. He pulled out a tiny bit and like a drug addict, I went into withdrawals. My hands on his butt, I prevented him.
I had nothing in my system since I hadn’t eaten the night before and only had coffee in the morning and a bottle of water at work. The sensation of a bowel movement was there though. Pulling him back in made that subside. He kept doing it. He must have needed the feeling of thrusting. And slow mini thrusts they were. He was grinding along slowly expanding me. Deeper. All I wanted was that feeling of depth. To have him as deep inside of me as possible. This was physical and emotional for me. The physical closeness was an emotional closeness.
“Wait… Okay,” as I breathed.
The pang of pain with each new section being stretched… pause… breath….pleasure…Repeat. His penis was dilating my ass and I was enthralled. I felt like a children’s glove with a man’s hand pushing in. I was a tiny bit chunky but I was still a petite woman. Measure by measure inflating me.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah”, I groaned.
“All the way in. Please,” I urged.
With that, Daryl thrust the full length of his hard long penis inside of my ass. I cried out in sweet pain. He was fully in me. I was enveloped around every inch of his penis. I felt my asshole straining. I felt so full. I honestly felt the texture of his skin. His veins even. The heat radiating from that hot cock. It was euphoric. Fully in, Daryl waited for my cue. He didn’t move.
I motioned him out and when I felt the bowel movement sensation began, I implored him back in. With each withdrawal and thrust back in, my sense of security returned. I trusted my body was clear of impediments. It was safe. The sensation was exhilirating. Unlike a cervix barrier, there was no obstruction. He could go deeper if he wanted. If he could. God, press it all in, I thought. I could feel his balls pressing at the entrance. I grabbed his ass more tightly. Hoping to pull him deeper. I wanted his balls inside of me. His slow pumps sending me to another place.
I had closed my eyes with some of this. Daryl, catching my eyes again, slowed. He lowered his lips to mine and began the most passionate kissing I have ever had. Because I had never had this type of sex like this. Missionary is the most intimate. But missionary anal? The taboo of what we were doing, this sodomizing, the taboo between the differences in our ages, the societal scorn if it was known was driving me wild with pleasure.
Daryl was kissing me passionately. His tongue in my mouth. His penis deep inside of me was pure satisfaction. How could I get more of him inside of me? I tried. I sucked his tongue deeper in my mouth. I arched my hips higher to get every part of him deeper inside. The sensation was building inside of me. The buzzing throughout my body increasing. I don’t know why or how but I could feel one coming on. How was this possible?
I felt the sliding impression of his penis through the thin membrane between my anus and rectum… through to the other side of my vagina. I was feeling aroused in my clitoris stem at the back end of my cervix… I could feel it regardless of my chronic cervicitis. My pussy was getting stimulated by this! I was losing myself with Daryl. His penis started to expand. I felt it. He was going to explode. I held him tighter.
The pumping had stopped and a super slow push and thrust trying to squeeze forward. The tip screaming to continue on with his balls preventing it and straining to get past the stuffed entrance. I felt an invisible hand inside of me reaching to grab hold and pull it through. Juices were increasing to leave my body. There was a geyser coming. It swelled inside of me. It was building. I sucked and kissed more deeply. My hands pulled on his ass forcing it forward. I felt his penis expand more, widening me.
Lightning flashed inside of that penis. And again the thunder would come. And this time… it roared. Erratic pulsating and the first shot bathed my insides deeper than I could imagine. Hot semen. And another splashing the walls of my rectum. I have never felt that physical impact in my vagina or deep on my cervix. Never. This sent me over the top. As shots of his cum continued to paint my cavernous mural like a concert echoing deep within, I felt a rush of electricity shoot through me. I was on fire. Waves of pleasure rolled over me and I cried out with him, moaning and screaming in ecstasy. A tidal wave gushed forward. A cascade coming through. A stream to a raging river. Over and over. His mouth locked on mine and releasing and returning. A catharsis in action. I was thrusting my hips, trying to get all of it.
I felt an enormous blast as I orgasmed. I was clenching all of him. My core was detonated and it reverberated outward, rolling through my body. He was ending. Nothing left to give. Pumping still for every last drop. We were panting and sweating. Our bodies drenched. I was a celestial being. Nothing could have prepared me for that. I felt only a closeness with Daryl that I did not expect.
His penis slowing, softening. Our breaths heavy and exhausted. The time winding down. I felt his penis begin to recede. I held him tighter to stop him from withdrawing. I was tightening my anus to keep him in. His face is on the side of my head and sweaty long hair sticking to my shoulders and neck. Try as I did, I could not keep him inside of me. His penis was ever so slowly falling out. I felt his cum seep out of my opening. I bucked my hips upward to keep it in. I wanted it. I needed it.
Daryl was wiped out it seemed. I too, was gassed. Still buzzing though. After a few moments of lying down, with me gently petting his sweaty curls, and backside and his tight little firm butt, I said,
“I told you I wanted to be there for your first everything.”
He turned his head to face me and smiled.
“I didn’t know about that one,” he retorted.
“No?,” I sincerely asked.
He truly was not expecting THAT. What would come next?, I wondered. The fan was on us and less on his drying clothes. He opened up a little by telling me that he thought he was hurting me. His eyebrows furled with puppy dog concern. He didn’t want to hurt me. Wow. What a difference. What a huge change that was from my ex. Every word coming from Daryl’s mouth was kind. There was never any roughness or macho behavior from him.
He asked politely,” May I clean myself up?”
“Of course,” I replied.
He grabbed the towel and covered himself to go to the bathroom. He paused to check on his drying clothes, a disappointed look on his face as they were not completely dry. Before closing the door to the bathroom I heard him say,
“I guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”
He closed the door to the bathroom. Did he think it was over? Maybe. When he exited the shower, he was going to want to leave. I became sad. Was he through with me? I was laying there literally full of Daryl. The moment hung in the air for me. But, he did have to go back to Nina’s. I checked the time. If he said that he usually was back by 5:00 PM, there was less than an hour left before that.
Poster:
Nurse Deisel
