“What?” He asked, blurting the word out to keep himself focused. He held her gaze to keep from undressing her with his eyes. His cock was solid in his shorts and he feared moving it. His brain swirled with a thousand thoughts which immobilized him.
Dossy stood up, sliding her chair on the floor loudly in their mutual, agitated silence.
“Stand up, Rory, please.” She spoke quietly and though she asked, she did not plead.
Rory struggled out of the chair, realizing his cock would tent his shorts no matter what he did so he stood and let it point at her, feeling embarrassed and self-conscious but not to the degree that it inhibited his cock which, if anything became harder when he caught her glancing down at his crotch. A wash of mortification flooded through him, so strong, so violent that he swayed and closed his eyes. He felt her hands on his shoulders and luxuriated in the touch of her fingers and benefited from their steadying effect. Her lips touched his and his eyes opened. Dossy was kissing him, touching her lips to his. Rory was conscious of her open eyes, watching him and the caution in them, the uncertainty, but also the foundation of desire, and something else he would come to understand as need which he did not recognize at that moment.
Almost without his permission or knowledge, he raised a hand and placed it lightly on her hip. Without conscious thought, his fingertips pressed against her body. Dossy seemed to move without moving, her body drifted against him, molding against him, melting into his embrace. She pressed against his cock, pinning it between them. His left hand rose and caressed the small of her back, rising up her spine to her shoulder. Her hands clasped his face, then one looped around his neck. They were kissing. The kiss lingered. Rory closed his eyes and did not open them till he felt her pull back from him.
She was smiling. She took his face in both hands and kissed him again on the lips. “Thank you,” Dossy said taking hold of his hands. She led him into her bedroom and sat on her bed with him. “Rory, this is the bed where my husband made love to me many, many times.” She said and then she began to unbutton her blouse. “I am going to show you my breasts. You may touch them if you like.” She opened her blouse, pulling the tails from where they were tucked into her white and yellow pleated skirt. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
Rory sat beside her, stunned. Here, before his very eyes, his wish was coming true. He had thought of this moment, of her breasts being revealed while he watched. He shivered with excitement but then, unaccountably, he thought about how he would explain this, being with Mrs. Hannah to his mother who was very proud of her son’s contribution to the woman’s very evident recovery. Discomfited or no, he still stared as her tits came into view. They were medium, conical and pointed with very red, inverted nipples which appeared more like little caps than nipples.
Mrs. Hannah put a finger under his chin and lifted it up, prompting him to raise his eyes from her breasts to her blue eyes. They were smiling but not at him, with him, only he was scared shitless.
“Ah, Mrs. Hannah, maybe I better be going.”
Mrs. Hannah ignored him and he did not move. “You know what a woman loves about a man, Rory? You know what all the girls discuss at school behind you boys’ backs after they have dates? Kisses. Did you kiss them? Did you kiss them well? Did you make them breathless? Most boys do not know how to kiss a girl to make her excited. Once some girls figure this out, they realize they have to go out with boys who have something else about them to make them excited. He has to be rich or handsome or powerful or strong or dynamic in some way. Every girl has a certain boy, a certain type of boy that excites her when he walks in the room. It is different for some of us but we all feel it, we know it and we fear it because when we encounter a man like that, he can do anything with us that he likes and once he finds that out, we are lost. This is chemistry. The best chemistry is when he feels just as attracted, just as helpless, just as turned on as the woman does. But this, tragically, is rare.
“But if none of those things are present, if you are an average guy and you like a girl but the chemistry is not there, the next best way to hook her and wrap her around your little finger is with the way you kiss her. You have kissed me, I have kissed you.” Mrs. Hannah moved a hand up to her breast and ran a finger around the base, circling it till she touched her nipple. She inhaled and for a moment her eyes closed.
The motion drew Rory’s eyes to her breasts once more and his cock defied the fear he felt in his stomach and swelled inside his pants. Mrs. Hannah moved the other hand to her other breast and pressed her palm into that breast as well, again eliciting a sigh from her. Her chin rose and her eyes closed. She dropped her hands from her bare breasts. She put a finger under Rory’s chin again to get him to move his eyes off her breasts. Their eyes connected.
“You can have a woman with a kiss, just a kiss, Rory, if you know how and when.” Mrs. Hannah pressed a palm against her breast and massaged it for a moment. Her eyes fluttered till her hand released the breast. “Do you know why most guys do not learn to kiss? Because they are so focused on getting their hands on the girl’s breasts or up between her knees to stroke her pussy that they ignore the basic importance of the kiss. That is why sexually inexperienced boys sometimes find themselves with the hottest girls; because they could not or would not focus on breasts and pussy so they learned to kiss instead. Unfortunately, that does not make them good lovers. A woman wants a man who is an excellent lover. Being an excellent lover begins while you still have your clothes on. Do you know why a woman becomes wet?”
Rory shook his head. He hoped the puzzlement did not show plainly on his face. “Wet?” He said.
“Wet. A woman’s body secretes moisture when she is aroused which allows the cock to enter her more easily, comfortably, pleasurably. The fluid is just the water that makes blood thin enough to flow.”
“Plasma?” He said softly, feeling his voice croak in his arid throat.
She nodded. “Yes, plasma. Some women produce a lot, others less. When a woman becomes wet, she is ready to make love. The body reacts to something and begins to prepare to receive a cock. Sometimes a woman is not even aware that her physiological match is near till she begins to drip with desire to be mounted.” Mrs. Hannah smiled dreamily.
Rory felt light-headed, struggling to make sense of what was happening. Till the moment they sat down on the bed, this was Mrs. Hannah. Now she sat with her shirt open, touching her own breasts and saying ‘cock’ and ‘mounted’ like she was discussing the weather.
She reached out and took hold of one of Rory’s hands. She pulled it, placing it against her breast.
Rory gasped, holding his hand still while Dossy pressed the palm against her breast. His cock twitched; he knew if she touched it he would come. If she did, he felt like he would faint. She began to move his hand around directing his movement on her breast till he got the idea and matched her effort. He thought she would release him but her hand remained on the back of his, no longer directing his hand but drifting with it, gliding with the motion as he massaged her breast.
She sighed and opened her eyes. “There are lots of techniques to make a woman wet. Some causes have nothing to do with technique and has everything to do with chemistry. But the man who learns how to make a woman wet can have lots of sex but not merely lots of sex but lots of transcendent, mind-blowing, fabulous sex; sex that is shared with someone else. And you can have it over and over again, always great. The best part about that is that many women will always love you and want to come back to you and have sex with you again.” Mrs. Hannah shivered then.
They sat with each other for a few silent minutes. Rory began to concentrate on the woman’s breast in his hand. After a moment, he put his free hand over her other breast. Dossy, who had closed her eyes, did not open them but smiled softly and lifted her chin a bit as his other hand contacted her breast. Her other hand found his and she rested it like the other on the back of his hand and moved with his hand. Rory’s body tingled with desire. His cock swelled. He p
ulled his hands away from her breasts.
Dossy opened her eyes, startled.
Rory felt his cock, the urge flowing through him, the upsurge of pleasure. He was going to come, he felt it throbbing in him. He stood, frightened, panicked. “I have to go, Mrs. Hannah.” He said and was at the door before he had another thought, unaware of his feet moving or if they moved. His hands tingled and the orgasm was arriving. He fought the door open and got it closed as the orgasm struck him. He bent over and ran, panting and gasping as the pleasure washed over him, astounded that he could feel such a thing and move at the same time. He staggered to a light pole and leaned on it, gasping. He pulled his shirt down over his pants which showed a wet splotch on the front. His cock did not deflate.
Rory stumbled home, holding his erect cock bent down in his shorts with a hand in the pocket. He rushed past his mother with a call that he needed the water closet where he relieved himself again as his mother had insisted he do from a very young age. His mother had been very matter-of-fact about his emerging sexuality and offered him directions which were helpful in dealing with it. He washed out his shorts to get the smell out of them and tossed them on the washer.
Chapter 5: Her Mouth
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For several days, he thought about Mrs. Hannah’s actions, getting hard anytime the image of her came into his head. His hands often tingled and he felt again the rough softness of her pink nipples once more in his palms. Initially, he told himself he would never go back but the longer he waited, the more he thought about her red nipples and her delicate, cone-shaped breasts, the more he wanted to go back on the off chance that she might show them to him again. He was eighteen and an adult so he had the option.
After eight agonizing days, he finally made his way to her door. Mrs. Hannah greeted him as though the previous encounter had not happened. She dressed the same, acted the same, and talked the same. They avoided the basement but opened up the second upper bedroom and they cleaned and sorted for the best part of the afternoon. When she called it quits, Rory approached Mrs. Hannah, laid a hand boldly at her waist and leaned into her and kissed her lightly. Her light red lips were soft, wet and they immediately aroused him.
He pulled away from her, finding her blue eyes on him. He said, “About the other day, I am sorry I was ah, embarrassed. No one ever talked to me like that and I had never seen real breasts before.” He hesitated. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say but the rest of the words fled him and all that remained was the essence of what he wanted to communicate. “I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, Mrs. Hannah and I do not want to ever hurt you. If you still want to teach me how to kiss, I want to learn.”
Mrs. Hannah smiled, her lipstick slightly smeared where his lips had brushed hers. She put a hand to the side of his face and caressed it gently. “You are such a sweet man, Rory. You do not need a teacher. You just need practice. But in order to make the best use of the kiss, you must experience the rest. I want you to experience it with me. Take a shower Friday night and come over here first thing Saturday morning.” His matured affection for the woman and blooming lust modified her slight rejection into full anticipation. He wondered what she had in mind.
Mystified, he showered Friday night and slept fitfully before rising early to shower again, arriving promptly at eight Saturday morning. Mrs. Hannah led him into her bedroom and she sat down on her bed. When he made to sit beside her, she had him stand. She guided him to stand before her and then she unbuckled his belt. His cock sprang to life and thence without any intermediate stage, straight to full attention. She pulled his britches down his legs, then dipped a hand into his briefs and took out his cock. She held it delicately in one hand.
“The cock directs most boys on a date. They try to hide the fact that it is erect from the girl they are with which, when you are young, is probably wise since oatmeal or mowing the grass can make you horny and cause your cock to become erect. Later in life, the woman you are with will take the presence of a hard cock as a compliment to her; to her beauty or her sexuality or a signal that your body loves her even if your heart is unsure. Hiding your cock hides your feelings from them. Don’t. Even at your age, do not hide your erection. Before going on a date, jack off several times so your cock will only rise with some sort of stimulation, some inspiration, a kiss or a caress. A woman wants to author your erection in addition to riding it. It excites us to think we make you hard. We get aroused if we arouse you.”
Mrs. Hannah put her lips to the end of Rory’s cock and sucked him into her mouth. He came immediately. His cock spurted and he was so horrified that he jerked back, escaping Mrs. Hannah’s lips but not her hand so that he sprayed cum all over her face, blouse and skirt. A glob of it landed on one eyelid so she regarded his cock with only one open eye. If Rory had not been so mortified, he would have laughed at the sight of her; one eye open looking up at him and the other closed with a drop of cum squarely in the middle of the lid. She wiped the dripping gob of cum off her eye and licked it off her finger. Rory stared at her. Then with her lips and tongue, she cleaned off his cock which remained hard. She got tissues and cleaned off her blouse and dress.
“Cum can stain, Rory so be aware of that if you are going to come on a girl’s clothes. Young girls and many women will find it more important to keep their clothes spotless than flattering to have you come on them. Since you know how to kiss, you have to learn how to come. Some women get wet when they are in the presence of a man who is in control. A man who cannot control his own dick cannot be considered a man in control of anything else. If you cannot control your dick, if you do not control your dick, a woman may not respect you and likely will never trust you wholly and completely, no matter how wet you make her, or how hard she orgasms when you are inside her or even how good you make her feel when you kiss her. Control and command is important to me. I want you to be able to control yourself. You must be able to control yourself in order to command me.”
Rory nodded, unsure how to or if he should respond. His mind fluttered, like a wind blew through it, devoid of thought or any internal awareness, focused on the fact that his cock was inches from a woman’s face and that she had put her lips over his cock and kissed it.
Mrs. Hannah bent over and kissed his cock again. “You have a beautiful cock, Rory. No man should ever apologize for the cock he has. If a woman is wet when you enter her, the depth to which you are able to penetrate her is of indifferent value. Were you lacking in length—which you are not, you are quite nicely endowed—there are compensations which when used properly can reduce the impact of the lack of length or girth. But do not be deceived, size does matter and it is not ridiculous for the woman you love to dream of the huge cock penetrating the lips of her pussy as a matter of curiosity at least if not a dream of actual sexual fulfillment. This is more important if the man she finds herself with does not make her wet and cannot make her come with the equipment God gave him. If she comes with you, length does not matter.”
She regarded his very hard cock with both eyes for a moment, cross-eyed, and then looked up at him again. “The important thing, the goal maybe, of sex is to share ecstasy. It doesn’t matter what you do so long as you come and she comes. That, that matters. Understand, though, that women feel pleasure just as you do, when you enter us. We are all nerve endings inside and the thrust and grind of your cock will produce wondrous sensations that are tremendously pleasurable. Not all women are the same so you have to experiment, trying things, different things to discover where her best pleasure resides. The puzzle is to find out what it is that you can do to accentuate and punctuate that pleasure with a climax. If, when you find it, a woman will lose her mind with you and she’ll be thinking of how to repeat that ecstasy every moment you are with her. Pleasure is seductive and if you provide it without contamination, she will love you forever and loving you, she will have sex with you whenever you wish.”
With that, she drew his cock into her mouth
again and gently sucked it. Her tongue flicked about the ridge of his head, circling it with continuous motion before eventually retreating. Then it would trace lines lengthwise up and down the shaft, all the while her mouth kept a pulsating pressure all around it.
Rory’s world got dark and in a moment, he exploded in Mrs. Hannah’s mouth, again. But this time, he did not jerk back, but let her keep his cock inside her mouth as she wished while he came. He was vaguely aware of the gulping sounds as she swallowed over and over, taking his come into her mouth and not letting any escape. As the rush faded, Rory felt lightheaded and he put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself. His cock began to deflate.
Mrs. Hannah licked it clean before she withdrew her mouth. She patted his hand on her shoulder. “You have excellent instincts. A woman will always appreciate a man strong enough to lean on her. It suggests you respect and trust her enough to show her you need her sometimes and it gives her a sense of self-worth which only the most self-possessed women do not love to find in the men they sleep with.” She stood up. “Oh, and never be ashamed of coming with a woman. If you come too quickly it is nothing to be ashamed of unless it happens always and every time. Occasionally will be a testament to the woman’s allure and a compliment to her sexuality—both things a woman will love to receive from someone of the opposite sex, no matter your age. Now, it is time to get to work. I will be gone this week. So perhaps next weekend? Next Saturday, you will make love to me. Are you a virgin?”
Rory was flabbergasted. She was going to let him fuck her! His cock stirred and became erect.
Mrs. Hannah noticed, smiled, patted it with the palm of her hand and shook her head. “Young men! What marvels!” Then they indeed went to work. Most of the time, Rory remained hard and Mrs. Hannah laughed at him but did nothing. He sort of hoped she would suck him again but she did not offer. He left her with a feeling of regret and a desire to touch her again but she made no move so he departed, tingling with the remembrance of things past.
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