It was a weird fucking day…that turned into one of the greatest experiences of my life. I can remember everything about that day, twelve years ago, when I became a man in the way that men judge manhood – and a hero in the eyes of the beautiful woman who made me a man. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. You’ll need a little background before I get to what I’m going to tell you about.
When I was fifteen, my mom’s youngest brother Frank got married. He lived about 300 miles away from the rest of the family and, as the wedding was going to be held here, we didn’t actually meet his bride until about a month before. Now, I was a typical fifteen year-old guy – basically a walking hormone. I had an image in my mind of what a beautiful woman looked like and all of the requisite fantasies – models, actresses, you know the drill. But when I went to dinner that night at the steakhouse in our small town, beauty took a new form.
Uncle Frank’s fiancé was an absolute knockout to me. I don’t know if it was just her looks. I mean, she was pretty, there was no denying that. She just wasn’t “typically” pretty. Nor did she have a model’s body. Her body was nice, but I’d seen better. I think it was her attitude, her sense of humor, and her kindness that made her attractive to me. Don’t get me wrong – physically she had a lot going for her, but she was by no means perfect. But she was perfect to me – shoulder length light brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, a pretty, open face and a great smile. When she smiled, her whole face lit up, and it affected those around her. Her breasts were nice and full, she had a slight roundness to her belly, nicely flaring hips, and a gorgeous, full ass that made me want to sink my teeth into it and never let go. She was beauty. She was Annie.
Over the next couple of years, I saw Uncle Frank and the lovely Annie quite often. She didn’t like for me or my sister to call her “Aunt Annie” – she said it made her feel old. I didn’t mind because it put a little more distance between us – it eased that taboo incest thing for my adolescent fantasies. I was painfully shy at the time, though, and could not bring myself to kiss her. I had thought that she would be able to sense my love and longing for her with a mere touch of my lips, not to mention the tenting in my pants that I was sure would happen. At a couple of family gatherings, she asked me to dance, which I was more than happy to do. Once, in the middle of a slow dance, I had to excuse myself, feigning a need to go to the bathroom. She was shocked that I would leave her on the dance floor, but I couldn’t help it. She would have plainly felt the hard-on that she created pressing against her.
In the three years they were together, I did odd jobs at their home – yard work and such. It gave me a chance, first hand, to see how terrible Uncle Frank was to her. When he drank, which was often, he felt the world owed him. He became emotionally abusive to Annie, and once even physically to me, under the guise of teaching me to box. I think I was as relieved as she was when he finally was gone. I guess we all had known it wouldn’t last. The following Saturday, much to Annie’s surprise, I showed up on her doorstep to work.
“Paul, what are you doing here?” she asked with surprise upon opening the door.
“What do I do here every Saturday?” I replied, giving her a peck on the cheek and breezing into the kitchen to fill the big bottle of ice water that I kept outside with me on hot days.
“I thought that since your uncle left…” she said letting her thought just trail off.
“Okay, hang on,” I interrupted, “First of all, he’s not my uncle – he’s a prick who I happen to be related to. I don’t like him very much, never have – especially after how he treated you and how he treats the whole family. Second, you still need your yard work done and stuff fixed around here. Third, I can always use the extra money, and working in your yard helps me keep my gut off, since I’m not playing football anymore. Now, if you can’t afford to pay me, that’s okay, because I like doing it anyway. And fourth…” I could feel the heat beginning in my face and I knew that I would start to stammer, I always did when I was embarrassed, so I looked down. “Fourth…I…I like you, okay? And doing work for you…kind of gives me an…uh…excuse to see you…once in a while….” I saw her feet move into my field of vision and I looked up. She had tears in her eyes and before I knew it, she had wrapped her arms around me in a hug.
“You are so sweet, Paul,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “I thought the whole family would hate me. I know your grandmother does.”
“Grandma’s stuck in the Old World,” I said, hugging her back, “She believes in ’till death do you part.’ I believe in it too, but I also believe in ’till he becomes a drunken asshole every night do you part.'” She started laughing and I kissed her on the cheek, breaking our embrace. I turned away, gathering my water bottle and trying to hide my reaction to her embrace, though it was evident in my shorts.
“So…are we cool?” I asked, heading for the garage door.
“We’re cool…and Paul?” she said, stopping me from leaving just yet, “I like you too. And you’re welcome here anytime not just to work but anytime you want to visit. You don’t need an excuse.” I smiled at her and went out to the garage to get started.
And so it went on like that, week after week. I was there when Annie’s divorce was finalized, and she brought out a bottle of champagne to the backyard, and we popped that sucker open and drank toasts to her straight from the bottle. More often than not, she would join me outside when I worked – sometimes helping me weed in the garden, sometimes just to talk a little about just about everything under the sun: what I would be studying in college, dating, how things were at work for her, just everyday stuff. And sometimes, I can’t help but smile when I think of it now, but sometimes she would come outside in a bathing suit and pull up a chaise lounge to sun herself as I worked. More than once I cut a furrow into the lawn with the edger or nearly cut my finger off with the pruning shears while gazing at her tanned, gorgeous body as she spread coconut tanning oil all over herself. To this day, the smell of coconut oil gives me a hard-on.
One Saturday, I had to take my parents to the airport in the morning, so I arrived at Annie’s house just after noon. The folks were going on a vacation, which thrilled the hell out of my sister and I. When my folks went out of town, all bets were off we both came and went as we pleased and loved that we didn’t have to check in even with each other. When I pulled up to her house, I noticed Uncle Frank’s T-Bird in the driveway.
“Oh, great this’ll be fun.” I thought, as I parked and got out of my car. Coming up the walkway toward the house, I heard yelling coming from inside. Annie and Uncle Frank seemed to be really going at it. I stood outside the door, not knowing whether I should knock, go on in, or leave them alone and go around the back – until I heard Annie scream, “No, Frank! No, noooo!”
I burst into the house and saw Annie on her back on the living room floor. Her shirt was ripped open and she was struggling beneath Uncle Frank, who had pinned her down, with one hand over her mouth and the other at her throat. His fly was open and his dick was sticking out. There was no mistaking what his intent was. I had heard of people “seeing red,” but I didn’t know exactly what they were talking about until that moment.
Uncle Frank stood up, obviously drunk, and started talking to me, but I didn’t hear a word he said – just the rush of my own quickening pulse thundering in my ears. Annie just lay where she was, sobbing and shaking with fright. At that point, instinct took over. Now I had never been a great football player in high school, because I had no great love of the sport. But being six foot three and a nearly solid 260 pounds didn’t hurt, unless you were the other guy. I ran and flung myself at Frank, driving my shoulder into his gut. He was off his feet and flying back with me to the wall, crashing against it, the force driving my head into the dry wall. My head spun, but I felt no pain, adrenaline does that to you, I guess. I bent down and picked my uncle up, twisting one arm behind his back. My other arm was around his throat in a chokehold, which was making it harder for him to catch his breath. I didn’t really give a shit whether he caught his breath or not.
“Annie? Come on, hon, you’ve got to talk to me now.” I yelled, holding tight to my struggling uncle. “Annie, are you okay? Did this motherfucker hurt you?” Annie was sitting up now, and she shook her head no.
“Good! Now, what do you want me to do with Mr. Fuckhead-wannabe-rapist here?” I taunted Frank. “Do we make him promise to be a good little boy and let him go?” I turned my head more to Frank. “And he will be a good boy, or I swear to God I’ll end his sorry-ass life quicker than I just took him down. Are you straight enough to understand that, jackoff?” I increased the pressure on Frank’s arm and around his throat, he couldn’t form words, but moaned and nodded that he understood.
I turned back to Annie. “Or, you can call 911 and let the cops take him. He might do a couple of days before they let him out, but that’ll give you enough time to get a restraining order on him. And, restraining order or not, my promise stands. I’ll fucking kill him if he ever goes near you again.” I didn’t think I could get angrier than I had been, but I did. I started twisting the arm behind his back higher and higher. “You understand that, don’t you, needle-dick? Huh? You like raping women? I should kill you right fucking now and get it over with.” I heard a wet snap and my uncle screamed in pain. I eased the pressure, but kept a hold on him, coming to my senses a bit. “Holy shit, I broke his fucking arm!”
Annie got a look of puzzlement on her face and allowed herself the tiniest of smiles. “You didn’t.”
“He broke my fucking arm, you stupid bitch!” my uncle screamed, “Are you happy now? My fucking arm’s broken!”
“Oh no,” I said, choking him a bit tighter, “You don’t get to call her a stupid bitch, fucknut. The stupidest thing she ever did was marrying you. The smartest was when she divorced your ass. So what’s it gonna be, Annie? We let him go, or you make a phone call.”
“Don’t call the cops,” my uncle said desperately, “don’t call ’em, Annie, please, I’m sorry. I only…I just wanted to fuck you, I missed you. I’m drunk…I’m sorry.” Annie looked at Frank, shaking her head. Then she looked at me and smiled, and went over to the phone and dialed three numbers.
“Noooo!” Frank wailed. I choked him harder, saying “Shut the fuck up – can’t you see she’s on the phone?” I looked over at Annie and smiled. She smiled back, then turned her attention to the phone again.
“Hello, my ex-husband just tried to rape me.” she said into the phone in a shaky voice. “Yes, he’s still in the house..no, I’m okay.” She looked up at me again smiling, fresh tears forming in her eyes. “My neph…my friend…my friend is holding him. Can you send an ambulance too? Somehow, my ex broke his arm.”
The cops were there within minutes, but it took them a few hours to finish their investigation and take our statements. Annie wasn’t hurt, thankfully, and she refused treatment. Finally everybody left, and Annie and I were alone in the house. Annie couldn’t sit still, though. She was flitting around, changing her clothes, asking me if I wanted her to make lunch, making iced tea, trying to do a thousand things at once – despite my pleas for her to sit down. I went over to her, taking her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes. “Annie, stop. It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” She looked up at me and started trembling. Then the tears came again, and she melted into my arms, weeping. I held her tightly, rocking back and forth, comforting her. After a few minutes, I helped her to the couch and she sat down. “Now, what do you want, Annie? Do you want something to eat or drink or anything?”
“I hope you don’t think badly of me, considering…but I could use a brandy. Would that bother you, Paul?”
“Not at all. I know you’re not like him. Don’t worry about it.” I went into the kitchen, poured her drink and brought it back to her. She took it from me with shaky hands, and took a sip.
“Mmmm…thank you. Paul, could you, would you mind staying with me for awhile? If you don’t have anything else to do?”
I smiled and sat down next to her without a word. She smiled and snuggled in with me, her head against my chest and her arms around me. I kissed her forehead, put my arm around her, and stroked her hair to comfort her. She calmed down and we talked for awhile about a lot of things – then she dropped a bomb. A little bomb, but still a bomb.
“Paul? Can I ask you something?”
“Remember that day you came over right after he left? And you told me that you liked me?”
“Well…when Frank and I first married, I thought you didn’t like me for the longest time.”
“No, I liked you.”
“You wouldn’t kiss me, and when you did, you’d only kiss me on the cheek. You still only kiss me on the cheek – everyone else you kiss on the lips. And remember that time you left me standing there when we were dancing?”
I squirmed a little. This wasn’t going to be easy to get out of. “Well, I didn’t kiss you because I was shy, and I left you when we were dancing because, well, I had to do something.”
“What did you have to do?” she asked.
“Annie, please I can’t talk about it. But trust me, I like you. I like you a lot.”
“So why haven’t you ever kissed me?”
Shit. I was stuck. I had to think fast.
“Because, Annie…I was a really shy kid – I still am, in a lot of ways…and you’re so beautiful… And when I got older…uh…I thought I might get addicted to kissing you. After all, addictions run in my family…” I stammered.
We both started laughing and we looked at each other. Her eyes were sparkling at me, and I was lost in them. I leaned forward and cradled her face in my hand, softly kissing her on the lips. I probably held the kiss a bit longer than I should have but it was so incredible. That strange, fluttery feeling came instantly to the pit of my stomach, and a million sensations flooded my brain simultaneously – the softness of her skin and her lips, the hint of brandy on her breath, the silkiness of her hair on the back of my hand. I felt my cock start to swell and I pulled myself away from her. Trying to be nonchalant, I said, “That probably lasted a little too long, but I figured I’d make it up to you for the last three years.”
She sat there for a moment, just looking at me. “Wow…” she said, reaching for her brandy, “I’ll drink to that.” and finished her brandy with a gulp. “You’re a really good kisser, Paul you know that, don’t you?”
I blushed furiously, it was remarkable that I had enough blood to rush to my cheeks, as it all seemed concentrated in another area. “Uh…I’m okay, I guess… No one’s ever complained, anyway. Do you want another brandy?” Please God, let her drop the subject.
“No, I’m okay, thanks. Would it be okay if you just held me for awhile?” she said, a pleading look in her eyes.
Yeah, right. Like I was going to say no. I just prayed that she wouldn’t look down at my crotch. “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.” God, I sounded like such a fucking dork.
I put my arms around her and she snuggled against my chest again. We talked again for awhile as I stroked her hair, and she soon fell asleep. I sat there for awhile, just holding her as she slept, and after a bit she started moaning and squirming around. “Poor thing, “I thought, “She’s having a nightmare.” Then she spoke, and I thought she’d woken up. “Oh, Paul…that feels so good, baby…” she murmured.
I thought she was awake, and I was confused. My arm was around her, but it had been around her for quite a while. “What feels good, Annie?” I asked…then noticed that her eyes were shut. Oh, shit…she was dreaming – and apparently dreaming about me! My cock started to really strain my zipper.
“Mmmm…yes…your cock feels so good in my pussy…mmmm…” she moaned as she lightly kissed and bit and pulled at my shirt. It was amazing to me that she could be asleep and still go through all of this. My cock was ready to explode…and so, apparently, was she. “Mmmm…yes…God..yes…” Her body was trembling again, but differently than earlier in the day. I had never seen it before, but I’d read about it in books. She was about to have an orgasm. While asleep. Weird. And yet, so fucking cool! “God…mmmm…yes, baby…yes…YES…PAUL!” Her body quaked and her eyes flew open. She was looking right into my eyes as she came! I was completely amazed that I didn’t blow my wad right then and there. She then smiled sleepily and kissed me, snaking her tongue into my mouth, then nestled her head into my chest, silently sleeping again.
I didn’t know what to do. I was going crazy. My cock and balls ached. I needed to do something about it, but I couldn’t just whip it out right there in the middle of the living room and start jacking away. I gently slid out from beneath Annie and went into the bathroom. Once inside, I freed my cock from its constraints and wrapped my hand around it. God, it had never been this hard. I slowly began jacking my seven inches, leaning on the counter with my free hand. I didn’t need any fantasy to help me along this time – all I had to do was picture what I’d seen just a couple of minutes before. My mind kept flashing on her moans…her body trembling…her calling my name…the way she looked at me when she came. I was a goner. It wasn’t long before I blasted four thick ropes of cum across the bathroom mirror.
After I caught my breath, I pulled up my shorts and cleaned up the mirror, then went back into the living room. I watched Annie lying there on the couch, sleeping so peacefully…looking so beautiful. And for some strange reason, I felt like I was intruding, like I didn’t belong there. I know she’d had an intense sex dream, and probably about me (I thought it was about me…I didn’t know how many Pauls she knew) but I felt like an asshole – wanting her so much after what had happened to her today. I felt dirty – like I was as bad as my Uncle Frank. Worse, in fact – I was lusting after a woman who’d just almost been raped. I turned and headed for the door. As I opened it, the door squeaked loudly.
“Paul?” Shit, I woke her up. She sounded almost panicky. I closed the door and went back into the living room. Her face was a mixture of scared, panicked, and sleepy. And still beautiful.
“I’m here, Annie.”
“Do you have to go?” she asked. Was it just me, or did I detect disappointment in her voice?
“No, I don’t have to go. You were sleeping, so I thought…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.
“I know I’m being silly but I’m still a little scared.” she said, tears forming in her eyes. I went over to her and she stood up, wrapping her arms around me like she’d never let go. I held her to me, gently rocking and stroking her hair to comfort her.
“I’m not going anywhere I’m here as long as you need me, Annie.”
“Thank you, Paul, thank you, thank you…” She held me so tightly, and I held her tightly too. Like we both needed that closeness. We both did, I guess. She pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes.
“Did I say thank you?” she asked. There was a slight smile on her face, like she was joking. But there was something else there. What I don’t know. Openness? Gratitude? Caring? I couldn’t tell.
I laughed a little. “Well, let’s count ’em up – three times just now…and about a hundred times right after the cops left –” She stopped my words with a kiss. It wasn’t a relative’s kiss, or a lover’s kiss, really. It was soft and warm…tender and loving…full of gratitude and…I don’t know…so many things. I could feel my cock stirring again, wanting to betray me. She pulled away from the kiss gently and looked into my eyes.
“Now that was ‘thank you’,” she whispered, “Thank you for saving me…for being my hero.” My cock was well on its way to fullness now, and I was thankful that I was taller than she was. I could bend over to hug her, so that my cock wasn’t pressed against her…like I longed for it to be. “You don’t need to thank me, Annie,” I said, praying for the swelling in my cock to subside somehow, “I’d do it again in a heartbeat…I’d do it for anyone that needed help – I guess that’s just the way I’m wired.”
We held each other for a few minutes…and I could hear her crying softly, murmuring “thank you” over and over again.
“I’m kind of embarrassed to ask you, Paul…but can you do me a favor?”
“I just don’t want to be here alone …could you…could you stay here with me tonight?”
I don’t know if eighteen is too young to have a heart attack, but I nearly had one right then and there. My heart pounded and I found it hard to breathe. I broke out into a sweat. Sure, the house was a little warm, but not that warm. Then my brain started functioning, saying, “Asshole, she just wants you in the house to feel safe, she doesn’t want to go to bed with you.”
“I’ll stay with you, Annie…I’d be glad to.” She smiled and hugged me, saying, “Thank you for not thinking I’m weird or anything. I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m wiped out.”
She gave me a little kiss, then went off down the hall. After a bit, I heard water running in the master bathroom, and I went to the linen closet in the hallway, finding a sheet. The house was a three bedroom, but I knew that Annie used the spare bedrooms as office and “junk” spaces. I went back to the couch, spreading the sheet out, making up my bed for the night. I cursed myself for thinking those thoughts about Annie…but the hormones of the young stop for no one. In any case, I was looking forward to the interesting dreams that I was sure to have on the couch that night. I kicked off my shoes and laid down on my “bed”, flipping through a magazine and, after a few minutes, I heard Annie coming back up the hall.
“Paul? Where are…oh…,” she said, as she came in and saw me laying there. I looked up and saw her wearing an oversized T-shirt and panties. God, she wasn’t wearing a bra! Her tits stood out, sagging slightly, but firm and big, and I could see her nipples poking out through the thin cotton of her shirt. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself, “she’s trying to kill me.” I saw her look at me and frown just a bit. “I thought…never mind…” she said, dropping her eyes to the floor. “What, Annie?” I asked. “Oh, nothing,” she said, her voice getting quiet. “I just thought…that you’d sleep…in…in my bed with me…” Her face fell and there was such disappointment in her voice. I stood then, not knowing what to do, my heart pounding again in my chest. “Well…I…I…I didn’t know…um…uh…” I stammered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Goddamn it, why the hell did I have to blush so much? And why couldn’t I put words together?
She came over to me and took my hand in both of hers. “Paul, I’d really like for you to hold me tonight…please?” She looked up at me, and I nodded. She took my hand and, without a word, led me to her bedroom. I was confused and nervous – after all, I wanted her, but didn’t want her to know that I wanted her. And she was being, to my mind, pretty ambiguous – I didn’t know what she wanted of me, but assumed that she just wanted closeness and comfort. I resolved, then, to keep my hardening cock as far away from her as possible – I wasn’t about to embarrass myself any more than I already had. She got into bed and patted the sheet right next to her. I climbed in and lay down next to her, fully clothed.
“Paul…” she began, “aren’t you going to…” “No, I’m cool…I’m alright,” I interrupted, gathering the rumpled top sheet to hide the growing bulge in my cutoffs. “I didn’t…uh…didn’t bring my ‘jammies’, so…but…ummm…I’m cool.” I was beginning to wonder if I could ever talk without sounding like a complete idiot. “Now you’re being silly,” she said, raising herself up on her elbow. “The air conditioner isn’t working and you’re going to get hot. Why don’t you at least take your shorts off?”
It was just too much. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was pissed off at myself for being a stammering moron. Why not just get it out and get it over with? Come on, asshole, do it!
“Okay…because…because…” I swallowed hard and took a couple of deep breaths, closing my eyes. “Because you’re really beautiful and I’ve really liked you for a long time and you get me…excited and I’ve wanted to make love with you for a long time and I’m embarrassed because you’d see me or feel it against in your sleep or something and you’ve been through a lot today [breath] and I’m ashamed that I’m thinking of you that way because you were almost raped and I feel like an asshole and I feel like I’m no better than that fuckhead that almost raped you and I’m ashamed of myself. So, there you go. I’m going to be quiet now, and lay here for a while by myself. After you’re asleep, I’ll hold you like you want, Annie, I swear to God I will. But right now, I have to just lay here by myself for awhile, okay?” I put my hands over my burning face, taking in a few gulps of air. I didn’t just feel like an asshole. I was a walking, talking asshole with teeth.
I felt movement next to me, and one of her hands softly touched one of mine. She pulled my hand away, and I felt a soft, tender kiss on my cheek. I turned my head toward her, my eyes tightly closed, and I felt her lips brush mine. Softly, tenderly, her lips parted and grasped mine. I returned the kiss hesitantly, our lips softly grasping at each other. She pulled away slightly and I opened my eyes.
“Paul,” she said, looking into my eyes, “you are one of the sweetest men I’ve ever known. You’re not like him, honey…not at all.” She softly kissed my forehead before going on. “You know…it started going bad right from the beginning, but I stayed with him to try to make it work. And I felt awful a lot of the time, I really did. But when we moved here, I felt better. You know why?” I shook my head. “You, sweetie. You started coming over to do the yard work, and you always knew how to make me laugh…and you always said things that made me feel good about myself. And I’d see you out there working and” She turned down her eyes shyly, then said, “I wanted you, but you were my nephew, and that would have been wrong.” She looked up at me and smiled, with a little look of what…desire? “And now, technically, you’re not my nephew anymore. And yes, I went through a lot today, but I think I’m over it now. And I want you to make love to me – not because I’m grateful for what you did, but I am. And not just because I know now that you want me, but it’s nice to know that you do. Remember what your uncle said to me before? ‘I just wanted to fuck you’? That’s all he ever did. Fuck me. And I want. no, I need for you to make love to me. Make love with me, Paul.”
I felt so much better but was still terrified, as I was keeping something from her. And I had to tell her. “Annie? I have to tell you something I’ve never…” I couldn’t finish it. She didn’t let me either. She drew her fingertips across my lips and smiled. “I’ve never been someone’s introduction to the wonders of lovemaking either, Paul…so it will be special for both of us.” And in that moment of her love and compassion…her kindness and generosity of spirit, I think I loved her more in that instant than I’ve loved anyone before or since. Our fingertips gently stroked each other’s faces as she brought her lips down again to mine. Softly brushing…grasping…exploring, our lips danced in that tender mating ritual that I – no, we – had longed for. As our tongues met, swirling softly against each other, we rolled over onto our sides, my hands moving through her hair…and softly, slowly down her back. I wanted to – had to savor this. I wanted to touch and taste and see and feel every part of her slowly…to burn the memories into my mind forever. Her hands moved down my chest and around to my ass…touching…gently squeezing. Her hand moved around to the waistband of my shorts, giving them a tug.
“‘Jammies’, huh?” she said with a twinkle in her eye. We both laughed, and that was a great feeling. It seemed so natural that laughter and lovemaking should go together. “Well, I lied,” I said, gently squeezing her ass through her T-shirt and panties, “I don’t own ‘jammies’ – I haven’t worn them since I was thirteen – oh my God!” She was nibbling on my earlobe, and a bolt of electricity shot from my ear straight through my body to my cock. It felt like I was on fire. “Mmmmm….” she moaned, whispering in my ear, “so what do you usually wear to bed?” She started tracing the tip of her tongue around my ear, slowly and softly swirling it inside. “I…I…oooh…usually…mmmm….” I stammered, my voice shaking, “…I…you’re…making it…ahh…I can’t…” She slowly swirled her tongue in and out of my ear. “Come on, baby…” she cooed, “tell me…what do you usually wear?” She began feasting on my neck, just below my ear…sucking gently and swirling her tongue. It made me nuts. “Nnn…oh God…nothing! I don’t wear anything!” I gasped. My hands were in her hair, and I pulled her to my lips, kissing her passionately. I kissed down to her neck to return the treatment she’d just given me. Her moans came from deep in her throat as she drew her hands under my shirt. “Ohhh…yeah…. I don’t wear anything either…mmm, baby…do you know what we have here?” I kissed up to her lips. “What?” I asked. “We have two people in this bed who are wearing far too many clothes…” she purred as she tugged on my shirt.
We laughed and sat up, and she pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my hairy chest and hard nipples to her. “Oh, God…” she moaned as she leaned in to kiss my broad shoulder, “I’ve seen you in a tank top before…but…mmmm…” I felt her shudder slightly as she kissed down my chest to my nipples, kissing and sucking and fluttering her tongue on them. God, that made me hot. My hands were drawn to her breasts, and I cupped and squeezed them gently through her shirt. My movements were slow and deliberate. Part of me wanted to tear her shirt from her body and ravish her. But she’d had enough of that from my uncle. Besides, tonight I was an explorer. And I wanted to slowly discover every inch of her.
She moaned in response to my touch, gently pushing me down on my back as she kissed over to my other nipple, sucking and kissing and flicking it with her tongue. She straddled my thigh, squeezing it between her legs, and I could feel that her panties were soaked with her pussy juices. God, she was hot! And I had made her hot! And knowing that felt so…fucking…cool! I pulled up her shirt and my hands found the soft skin of her sides. My hands slid up her back and around again to cup her breasts, squeezing gently…her long, hard nipples between my fingers…my fingers squeezing them as well. “Mmmm…God yes, baby…squeeze my tits.” she moaned before attacking my nipple, sucking it hard. Man, it felt soooo good! I groaned and pulled her shirt up higher. She released my nipple and sat up, swinging her leg over to straddle me while helping me pull her shirt off. She sat there, grinding her soaked panties against my throbbing cock, which was once again straining the zipper of my shorts. I laid there, staring up at her breasts, unable to move. I was mesmerized. God, they were perfect! It was like I was trying to memorize every pore, every freckle, every detail about her. She reached down and took my hands in hers, squeezing them, bringing me out of my silent study.
“Hello?” she said, teasingly, “Paul, are you there?” I looked up into her eyes and blushed. “See anything you like?” she asked, with a wicked, half-smile.
“My God, Annie…they’re…beautiful. You’re beautiful…” She brought my hands to her breasts, and I squeezed them and her long nipples between my fingers. She moaned, grinding her panty-covered pussy against my cock and started to lean down toward me.
“Ahh, but there’s still so much more of me to see…” she said, as our lips met again. She broke the kiss and slid my hands down to her ass, then leaned down so that her hard nipples brushed over mine. God, that felt great too. This woman couldn’t seem to do anything that didn’t feel absolutely wonderful. I squeezed her ass in my hands and pulled her down onto me tighter…harder. She moaned loudly and ground her pussy faster against my hard shaft. I could feel wetness against my cock – her juices had soaked through my shorts and boxers.
“Paul, baby…?” she panted as she bit into my shoulder, crushing her nipples against mine, “…mmm….god…oooh…I…I think that there are people in this bed….mmmmmm…that are still wearing too many clothes…”
“Dear Lord!” I teased, snaking my hands under the waistband of her panties to caress the flesh of her ass, “what will we do about that?” I pushed up against her pussy harder and she squealed. She swung off of me and sat, hugging my knee to her, catching her breath. Then her hands slid down my leg and up over the bulge in my shorts. She squeezed and sucked in air between her teeth.
“Ooooh…god…you’re so hard…” she breathed as she slowly moved to unfasten and unzip my shorts. “For you, honey…” I panted, “You made me hard for you.”
Annie smiled and pulled my shorts and boxers down. I lifted my ass to help her, and my cock sprang free, harder, fatter, and longer than it had ever been. The foreskin was nowhere to be seen, the purple head had mushroomed so big. I could see my pulse throbbing, making my cock twitch in time to my heartbeat. “Ohhh…Paul…” she cooed, her fingertips brushing up my leg, tickling my balls, “It’s so beautiful” She trailed her fingertips up its length to the head, then wrapped her hand around it and squeezed, sending shivers through me, making my body tremble. I started to sit up, but she gently pushed me back down and gave me a kiss. “Shhh…you just lay back, darling. I’m going to have some fun with my new toy!”
She bent down between my legs and kissed up my inner thighs, lightly scratching her fingernails along the way. She kissed my balls, gently tracing her tongue all over them. I arched my back and it felt like my ass came off the bed about four feet. Annie giggled. “You like that, do you?” All I could do is groan as I grabbed another pillow to shove under my head. There was no way I wasn’t going to watch this. Annie opened her lips and sucked one of my balls between them, bathing it with her tongue. I let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper and Annie giggled, switching to my other ball licking and sucking. She opened her lips wide, taking both balls into her mouth sucking and swirling her tongue pulling gently as her fingers wrapped around my thick shaft again. If this wasn’t heaven, I didn’t want to die.
She drew her head back and my balls popped from her mouth, then she kissed and licked up the shaft of my cock to the head. “God, Paul…your cock is so beautiful…” she moaned as she teasingly rubbed her lips against the head. She reached down between her legs, pulling her panties down, and started rubbing her pussy. “I…oooh…I never thought I was…ungh… that well hung…” I moaned, my fingertips pulling at my own nipples. “It’s perfect – not too big…not too small…” she said, stroking my cock as she sucked and licked the head. “But it’s so thick…mmmph…so thick and hard…mmmmph….” It was amazing, watching her sucking my cock and talking to me. As she sucked, she looked up into my eyes, which drove me wild. “I know it’s rude to talk about another man when you’re in bed…mmmgh…but I had to…mmmmph…had to force myself not to laugh…mmmmph…so good…mmmmgh…when you called him ‘needle-dick’… He is! Not at all like you, my big stud…”
With that, she looked me right in the eyes, then plunged her mouth down onto my cock, taking all six inches of it into her mouth. I felt her gag slightly, then her throat muscles relaxed and wrapped themselves around the head. She cradled my balls in her hand, bringing them up to her lips, then I saw her tongue snake out and lick my balls while my cock was buried in her throat. I moaned and spasmed, feeling my body quake. That familiar feeling started boiling in the pit of my stomach, surging toward my balls, making my cock even harder. She felt the change in me, and moaned around her mouthful of cock, stroking her head up and down. Suddenly I yelled, “Annie, no!!”
She pulled her lips from my cock, gripping it at the base and squeezing hard. “What’s wrong, baby?” I felt the urge to cum subside and I caught my breath. My head was reeling, and I wasn’t sure I was making sense. “I was going to cum and I don’t want to yet, because you…I want to…” I trailed off, not knowing how to express it. She knew what I was saying, though.
She laughed a little and brought herself up next to me, still lightly stroking me. She kissed me and said, “You are so sweet. But don’t worry you’ll make me cum too, later. Just sucking that beautiful cock of yours gets me so hot. See how wet I am?” She spread her legs and I looked down. Her panties were bunched at her knees and she kicked them off. Her pussy was glistening with moisture. I reached down and touched her, tracing her pussy lips with my fingertips. It was so wet and slick. “Mmmmm…god, that feels so good,” she moaned spreading her legs wider and squeezing my cock, “…yes…touch me, Paul…” We kissed again passionately, our tongues snaking silkily around each other. I gently spread her pussy lips and explored her hot, wet slit. I touched her clit, and she arched her back and moaned into my mouth, wrapping her lips around my tongue, sucking hard. I circled her clit a few times, then followed the moist, fleshy trail down to her pussy…circling around the opening with my fingertips. She was stroking my cock faster, squeezing hard, and she pulled away from our kiss. “Yeah, honey…do it…touch my clit…slide your fingers inside me…God, that feels so good.” She humped herself against my hand and stroked my cock even faster. “I’ve got to have your cock in my mouth…I want to taste your cum, baby…you’ll cum in my mouth now and cum in my pussy later and cum in my mouth again…oh, God, I want your cum…”
She turned herself around on her knees so that I could reach her, and sucked my cock all the way down her throat again. My fingertips swirled around and around her clit…moving down to slide into her…then back up around her clit…over and over again. She moaned and sucked harder, bobbing up and down on my cock faster and faster. I kept switching where I was looking – at her heart-shaped ass with my hand between her legs, my fingers plunging in and out of her, and at the sight of my cock disappearing down her throat. She let out little grunts around my cock at every swirl around her clit every thrust of my fingers into her pussy. Faster and faster, harder and harder. I felt that feeling building again so hard and intense. I quickened my efforts on her clit, and I felt her body start to shake.
“Annie… baby…I’m going to cum…” I gasped, my fingers going wild on her clit. She moaned deep in her throat and sucked even harder and faster on my cock. I felt the first hard surge of cum explode into her mouth, and she swallowed hard and shoved my cock all the way in, her throat muscles massaging the cum out of the head of my cock. The second blast shot straight down her throat, and I felt her shudder and stiffen. She moaned loudly and shook violently, cumming hard herself as the third blast of hot cum boiled up from within me. She swallowed and slurped greedily, milking every last drop from my cock, then slowly letting it slide from between her lips. My hand lightly stroked her ass and lower back as she caught her breath. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder.
“No good, huh?” I asked, teasing, “I’m sorry. I’ll go work on it and get back to you.” I feigned getting out of bed, and she spun around and straddled me, pinning me down. Leaning down, she kissed me softly, but passionately.
“You’re not going anywhere, Mister,” she said with mock sternness, “I’m not finished with you…not by a long shot.”
We started laughing, and held each other, kissing and touching…cuddling…basking in the afterglow. Kissing her again, I said, “Hey, remember when you said that you wanted to go to bed? You told me you were ‘all wiped out’. What happened there? You tired?”
She laughed and looked down, blushing a little. I reached up and brushed the hair from her forehead. “What, babe? What is it?” I asked, caressing her cheek.
“Oh, nothing…I’m just a little embarrassed,” she said, her fingers twirling absently in my chest hair, “See…I wanted…to be close to you…and have you hold me… Oh, hell…I wanted this…I wanted you.” She was blushing furiously and she looked up into my eyes again. “See,” she began tentatively, “I had this dream…”
“That we were making love…” I interrupted, feigning a look like a psychic doing a reading, “and you said ‘your cock feels so good in my pussy’…and you screamed my name when you came. Then you kissed me, and…well, that’s all I’m getting…” Her eyes widened as she propped herself up on her elbow, looking at me with amazement. “Paul…how…how did you…” she began. “You talk in your sleep, sweetheart,” I said, “I’ve seen people do that, but I’ve never heard of anyone cumming in their sleep. Well, not any woman, anyway.”
Annie blushed a deeper shade of crimson, saying, “Oh my God…I didn’t…did I?”
We both started laughing and I held her tight. “It was weird, honey, that’s all I’ve got to say. Your eyes were wide open when you came, then you kissed me – with tongue – then you went back to sleep.”
“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed!” she said, and giggled feverishly, turning away from me. I snuggled up right behind her, my arms wrapping around her.
“Not half as embarrassed as I would have been if you’d woken up then…” I said, “I was in a lot of trouble – I was hard as a rock!”
“Were you?” she giggled.
“Oh, no…” I said, with a just a touch of sarcasm, “Let’s see…I listen to and watch you cum while saying my name, then you kiss me – and all of this after I’ve been lusting after you for three years. Nope, I was softer than the ice cream at Dairy Queen…”
“Smartass.” She said, reaching behind us to give my ass a playful swat, “Besides…if I did wake up, I would have had to, ahem, take matters into my own hands.” She reached between us and squeezed my semi-hard cock.
“That’s what I did,” I said, nuzzling her ear. She pulled away and rolled over, facing me.
“Yep. I had to. I was in agony.”
“You poor baby…right there?”
“No…I wouldn’t do that…I went into the bathroom.”
“Oh my God, really? And did you…I mean, how much…umm…”
“Let’s put it this way – your mirror’s very clean now…”
We laughed and kissed again, her hands moving down to my hardening cock. I pulled away, saying “Unhand me, woman!”
She let go of my cock and looked at me, a little shocked. “What’s wrong, Paul?”
“Turnabout’s fair play. You got to play with your toy, now I get to play with mine…” I said, as I gently turned her over onto her stomach. I straddled her ass and bent over to kiss and nibble the nape of her neck, my cock nestling between her ass cheeks. She moaned and squirmed, pushing her ass up tighter against my cock. I kissed down her shoulder…across her smooth back…slowly working my way down…savoring every inch of her taste…her smell…the way her smooth skin felt against my fingers and lips. As I scooted down, my cock slid from her ass and grazed her pussy. God, she was still wet, and she moaned and squeezed her thighs together, trapping my cock against her wet slit. I nibbled and kissed her back as I slid my cock up and down a few times, making her moan and writhe, before sliding it out and moving down. She moaned in disappointment, and I soothed her, saying, “Shhh…it’s okay, honey…I’ll be coming back to that, don’t you worry. I just want to play a little more…I want to make you feel good…”
She moaned as I kissed and trailed my tongue down to her ass, gliding my tongue lightly just between the cleft of her cheeks. I squeezed her ass in my hands, kissing…tonguing…gently biting and sucking each cheek before moving down between her thighs. I heard her hiss a sharp intake of breath as I blew a stream of cool air at her pussy, then kissed and nibbled down her thighs and calves to her feet, my hands gently massaging. I took her feet in my hands and gently crossed them over themselves, giving her a silent signal to roll over. She did, and I marveled at how in tune we were to each other. She giggled and squealed as I kissed and massaged the bottoms of her feet, working up to her toes and sucking each of them, one by one, into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them. I could see her pressing her thighs together, kind of rocking her ass from side to side. I gently pulled her legs apart and began kissing and lightly licking up her leg…moving up to the inside of her thigh.
When I hit that tender spot between the top of her inner thigh and her pussy, she squirmed and moaned, and I lingered there, sucking and gently swirling my tongue. She moaned again, panting, and took my head in her hands, urging me over to her pussy. I moved over and took in the sight of her, my first close-up look at a woman’s pussy. Her bush was neatly trimmed and not too thick. Her pussy lips were dark pink and swollen, and there was dewy moisture everywhere. I furiously tried to remember techniques I’d read about in books – oddly enough, the books that I found in Annie’s nightstand that time I house-sat for them. Annie pulled my head toward her pussy, and as I got closer, I decided to stretch things out for a bit – first, so I could remember what the hell those books had said about eating pussy and second, I did remember reading that some teasing made for stronger orgasms. I was inching closer…closer…and I blew a gentle stream of air down the entire length of her slit, and buried my face in between her thigh and pussy on the opposite side, nibbling, sucking and swirling my tongue. Annie moaned louder and grabbed two handfuls of my hair in frustration. “Ohhhh, Paul…don’t tease me like that!” she whimpered.
I moved my head over her pussy again. I couldn’t remember specifics from the book, but figured I’d go on instinct and maybe some of what I’d read had penetrated my brain. I eased the tip of my tongue toward her, until it was just grazing the ends of her pussy hair, lightly licking the droplets of nectar that had collected in her bush. I drew my tongue up her slit, still just touching her hair, savoring her flavor. Very slightly metallic, with a mixture of sweet and salty taste. Very nice. Annie’s moans grew ragged and turned to whimpers, as she again pulled at my head, trying to force my tongue inside her. I reached up and took her hands in mine, and reached further down with my tongue to slowly lick her outer lips.
The moment my tongue touched her flesh, she bucked and groaned, and I slowly and lightly traced my tongue around her outer lips. Then, starting down at her pussy, I lightly drew my tongue up between her inner lips, tasting more of her sweet juices. She shuddered and groaned, squeezing my hands and squirming under me. I dipped my tongue deeper into her furrow, sliding up again slowly, feeling her inner lips flowing around the sides of my tongue. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh…” she breathed, “God, that feels so good, baby.” When I reached her clit, I slowly circled it a few times, hearing her starting to pant above me. I then drew my tongue down her slit with more pressure, circling it just inside her pussy. “Ooooh…. Yes…God, baby…that’s soooo gooood….” she moaned, releasing my hands.
I looked up, expecting to see her reaching for my head, but instead she brought her hands up to her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. God, that was so hot! I started working my tongue faster in figure eights, around her clit, then down around her pussy…then back up around her clit, and down around her pussy. Her panting quickened and her moans grew louder. “Nnnngh…yes…oh, suck on my clit, darling,” she moaned, “…I love it…but suck on my clit…” I wrapped my lips around that tender little bud and sucked gently, swirling my tongue around it. She kind of did this half moan, half scream and pressed her thighs against my head. I sucked harder and she bucked against me, her clit slipping from my mouth. She squealed and I sucked again, pressed my lips together and kind of squirted it out from between them. She bucked against me again, screaming, “Yes…YES…god…so good…” I guess she liked that. I kept sucking her clit in and out from between my lips…faster and faster…harder and harder. She moaned and screamed and thrashed about, finally grabbing my hair again. “Yes…yes…YES…YES…uhn, UHN, UHN, YES, YES, YESSS, UNGH, CUMMINNNNG!” I felt a burst of wetness flooding my chin as she arched her back and I felt her body quiver and spasm. I had stopped sucking on her and had lifted my head slightly so that I could watch her. God, women look so beautiful when they cum.
Her shaking subsided and she released my head from her thigh’s grip. I listened to her gasps and sighs as she was calming down and she crooked her finger at me. I slid myself up her body, and she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply. “Oh my GOD, Paul…,” she panted, “where…mmmmm…where did you learn to do that?”
I motioned with my head to her nightstand. “There are three books in there,” I said, “that are extremely informative. I was house-sitting and one night I was looking for something to read, and…”
“Thank GOD you like to read!” she laughed, “I don’t know what you got on your SAT’s, but I’d give your reading comprehension a score of about 5000!’ We laughed and kissed and my hard cock slipped between her legs, pressing against her slit. “Ooooh…slow, baby, ” she gasped, looking into my eyes, “It’s still kind of sensitive down there.” I slowly and gently began to slide the length of my cock up and down her smooth, wet, slit. She moaned and I brushed my lips against hers. She moved her lips to kiss me, and I moved mine again…my lips parted, teasing her, brushing her lips but avoiding a direct kiss or lick from her. She moaned as her search for my lips became more frantic, and I still teased her with light brushes of my lips and tongue against hers. She finally grabbed my head and crushed her lips against mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around her tongue and sucked on it, lightly pressing my teeth against it and swirling around hers. After a bit, she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes again.
“You are such a tease…you make me want you so much when you do that!”
“Why do you think I do it?” I smiled and brushed the hair from her eyes. “I want you to want me.”
“Oh I want you, Paul…you don’t have to worry about that. I want you…I want you inside me.”
I wanted to be inside her too. And I got an idea. “Put your arms around me, Annie…and hold on tight.” She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. “Now put your knees on the outside of my thighs and squeeze…squeeze tight. She did, and we rolled over so that she was straddling me, my hard cock still pressed against her wetness. She pulled her arms out from behind me and propped herself on her hands over me. Her breasts were dangling over me and her hair flowed around our faces – and it was like we were so close together in a very small shelter…like we were the only people in the world just then. She gave me another one of those “naughty girl” half-smiles and said, “For a guy that’s never done this before, you really know what you’re doing…” I blushed a little saying, “Well…I get pictures in my mind…and they feel right…” “Mmmm…I love the way your mind works, Paul,” she said, bending down to kiss me, “You just keep on thinking, baby…you’re doing great.”
She began sliding her dripping slit up and down my cock and she raised up on her arms again. Her breasts swayed in front of me, and it occurred to me that I’d not yet tasted those heavy, lovely morsels. I leaned forward and kissed between her breasts, moving over to kiss and lick all over one of them, working my way to the nipple. She moaned her pleasure above me as I glided the tip of my tongue around the outer edge of her areola. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I drew her long, hard nipple between my lips and sucked gently. She responded with a sharp intake of breath and grinding down hard on my cock. “Oh yes, darling…suck on my tits…” she gasped. I opened my lips wider and sucked harder, taking more of her breast into my mouth, swirling my tongue over and over her nipple.
She was panting moaning and sliding along my cock faster. I quickly moved to her other nipple, grabbing it with my lips and sucking hard. She gasped and pushed me down onto my back, crushing her lips against mine. We kissed passionately, then she raised herself up, reaching down and grasping my cock. She looked down into my eyes, saying, “I want you, Paul…I want you inside me.” She positioned the head of my cock at her pussy and pushed down, sliding the head of my cock just inside her. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. Soft, and yet so firm. Tight, but yielding. It felt as if I had dipped my cock into warm, silky, liquid gold. She gasped, then started to rotate her hips around in a circle. “Oooooohhh…baby, this is going to be sooo gooood….” She looked down at me and started pushing herself down onto me slowly.
I tried to hold still, but as the head of my cock slid through her tight, wet channel, my hips bucked forward. With two of those uncontrollable thrusts, my cock pushed all the way inside her. She gasped and panted, pushing herself down on me with a grunt, then rotated her hips around with my cock deep inside her. We just looked at each other, not speaking. I suppose words weren’t necessary then…it was like something sacred was passing between us. We looked into each other’s eyes, and she began to slide up and down on my cock. Our moans were the music to the ancient dance – this rite of passage that she was guiding me through. Her hands found mine, and we squeezed hard, as I pushed up to meet her every downstroke. Her eyes closed, she bit her lip and threw her head back. With her body arched, riding me, her breasts rising from her body – I had never seen anything so beautiful in my young life. Our moans and thrusts were one in rhythm, building in intensity and speed. My hands met her breasts, squeezing, then moved down and around to her ass. I squeezed her ass cheeks hard, pulling her down onto me over and over again. She leaned forward and braced her hands on my shoulders, pistoning herself fast and hard on my cock.
Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was open – moving from an open-mouthed smile to an open mouth of concentration and lust. I reached up and took her breasts in my hands, pulling at her hard nipples. That put her over the edge. “Ohhhh…yeah…God, baby…pull my nipples harder…I’m so close… cum inside me, Paul…yes…yes…I’m going to cum all over your hard cock…” Her pleas sent me over the edge – her voice and the feel of my cock pounding inside her, my balls soaked in her juices…it was all too much for me. “God…yes, Annie…I’m going to cum…yes…Yes…UNGHHHH!!!” I felt that electrical surge from deep within me and I started shooting wave after wave, thick shot after thick shot of cum inside her. Feeling me cum inside her made her cum as well – she screamed and ground her pussy against my pelvic bone, my cock so completely inside her, her body quaking with the power of her orgasm. Her pussy fluttered and milked the last drops of cum from my cock, then she collapsed on top of me, breathing hard.
As our breathing subsided, our lips met again in soft, tender kisses – kisses of longing fulfilled, of deepest gratitude shared, and yes, in some way, of love. We broke the kiss, and she raised her head, looking into my eyes. We said nothing for a moment, lost in each other’s eyes. I could see her eyes moisten a little, and finally she whispered, “Thank you, Paul…God, that was so wonderful. Thank you for being with me…and for saving me.” I brushed the hair from her face, letting my fingers move to her lips. “Annie…thank you. You’ve given me a gift that I’ll remember as long as I live. It sounds corny…but…I feel like a man now…because of you.” She laughed and bit my fingers playfully. “Oh Paul…you were a man long before tonight. You showed me that you’re a man the way you made me laugh when I was down…the way you made me feel attractive and wanted when I wasn’t feeling good about myself. And yes, when you came in and stopped that bastard. I wanted to make love with you because you’re the man that you are, not to make you the man that you are. You did that all by yourself.”
We kissed again, lovingly, passionately. My semi-hard cock slipped from her slick pussy and we rolled over onto our sides, holding each other. “Oh, and Paul?” she said, pulling herself up to whisper in my ear and taking my cock into her hand, giving it a squeeze, “I really loved feeling your cock get hard against me back when we danced and I absolutely loved seeing the bulge in your shorts before I fell asleep in the living room.” She started giggling, and I didn’t know what to say. I was embarrassed, that’s for sure. And yet, at the same time, it was so fucking…cool!