The Pleasure Contracts-Contract #1: Temptation

by Medium McClusky

  Chapter 6: Consummation

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  The week went by so slowly, he felt like he had lived seven years by the time the next seven days had passed when he was invited into the Hannah house again. She took him by the hand and led him back to her bedroom.

  “I will take off my clothes this time. In time, you will learn to do so. Removing a woman’s clothing can be foreplay and will arouse her if it is done properly. I cannot tell you how to do it, I just know it is possible. For a young man of your age, the first thing is to master the bra since nothing you wear resembles how it works.” She said when they stood by the bed. “Did you masturbate this morning?”

  He nodded, so excited he was tongue-tied and mindless. His cock throbbed. It had been hard when he walked out of his house. He wore suitably baggy shorts—summer was here—so he did not have to expend so much effort to hide it. “Yes, ma’am. Three times since I woke up.”

  Mrs. Hannah smiled. Then she shook her head. “You must stop calling me ma’am. I am your lover now.”

  Rory nodded, “Right, okay. Dossy. Dossy. I will remember.”

  Mrs. Hannah hesitated then said, “You should call me something else. Everyone else knows me as Dossy. My given name is Dorothy. I had a little cousin who could not get the ‘th’ to work and my name came out Dossy. It stuck so he would not feel stupid at being unable to say my name. Everyone calls me that. I suggest you call me Dorothy because no one will know who you are talking about if you use that name. You are eighteen so this is perfectly legal but I doubt many people would think well of me if they knew I am taking you to bed. So we must be careful.” She smiled, “and I am taking you to bed, Rory.”

  “But they would all think I was a stud if they knew about us. Hardly seems fair.” Rory said, only focusing on her final sentence after he began speaking. Hearing the words affected him, drying his mouth, wrenching his stomach, making his eyes water. He felt dizzy.

  Dorothy smiled. “Very few things about sex are fair or equal. Men can come several times in a day. A woman, however, can come all day, every day—though it may take some practice and she may walk oddly if it is a cock that accommodates her. Many men are frightened of a woman’s orgasm so women will fake it so they can provide just the right amount of response to their man, measuring out their responses to match his sensibilities. Earthshattering orgasms are both intimidating and nerve wracking. A man can hate to be party to a mind-blowing orgasm when a woman utterly loses control; perhaps because he usually has little idea how it happened and so has little confidence that he could reproduce it if asked. It tends to create high expectations which can be unduly worrying to a normal man.

  “Most women will want a mind-blowing orgasm repeated whether they ask or not and when the inevitable failure occurs, their disappointment will be difficult to hide. If they do not hide it, they may well be through with him sexually whether they can escape the relationship or not. Make no mistake, women can create their own orgasm but they prefer to have a man involved, if they love men in the first place. Sex by yourself is sex for its own sake. Sex with a man is to be known and understood and shared and desired. No one’s own hand is talented enough to provide the feeling of being desired. Being entered, flush with that feeling of a man’s desire is like nothing a woman will ever experience alone and cannot be equaled or duplicated with appliances. There is simply no substitute for a good fucking by a man mounting you when he is driven mad with lust for your body!” Dossy shuddered, her eyes lidded so that she appeared about to slip off to sleep. She roused herself with a quick shake of her head.

  “For a man, a woman completely mastered by her orgasm is nerve wracking because when a woman comes at the far end of the spectrum, she utterly loses control, sometimes giving up all sense of who she is or where she is. Seeing that can be scary because for the few moments you cease to exist for her, she is transported and the man feels dismissed or forgotten. Do not be deceived. When a woman revives from this sort of sexual transcendence to find a man whose love or attention or sexual skill took her to that height of pleasure, having you there to greet her with a kiss and a hug will reassure her that her decision to surrender before you was right. Orgasm is surrender and reserving it is a woman’s right and her power. Whatever happens next, feeling that her pleasure gives you pleasure will keep her heart open and an open heart is very likely to open her legs. Showing someone how your pleasure affects you is very intimate and private.”

  Dorothy began to unbutton her blouse. “So? Do you think you need to come before you enter me with your cock?”

  Unconsciously, Rory’s hand rubbed along the length of his long, hard cock. He shook his head. His throat was too dry to speak.

  “Did you tell me? Are you a virgin?”

  He shook his head. He had dated lots of girls but nothing approaching this had happened to him to this point in his life. This was neither oversight nor neglect; just the way things happened. He shook his head and smiled at her. “You are my first, Mrs. Han...er...Dossy, Dorothy!”

  Dossy finished unbuttoning her blouse and for a moment disappeared into a reverie before she smiled and bent forward to kiss him. She straightened and removed her blouse. “Good. This is all about getting you acquainted with your own body. Once you know your body, you will have the attention and confidence to focus on mine and that is when sex really becomes good for a woman. Most women anyway, I am speaking for majorities and the majority of women want attention, want someone to focus on them. That is one of the things that makes a good mother because the mother is the focus of the child from the time it is born and it lasts for ten or eleven years, virtually without interruption. When it passes, it can be...difficult.”

  “Do you have children, Mrs. Hannah, I mean Dorothy?”

  She shook her head as she removed her skirt. She bent down and pulled her panties to her ankles and off, removing her sandals. Mrs. Hannah was naked. She sat on the bed and lay down. She lay flat on the bedspread, a hand idly stroking the light, straight blond pubic hair, the tip of one finger searching in it and then stroking down lower in her crotch. “Take off your clothes, Rory. It’s time.”

  Rory did not remember doing any of the little things it takes to get clothes off. The next thing he knew, he was standing naked beside the bed, his cock slanting up from his crotch.

  On the bed, Dorothy gazed at him, her eyes soft, unfocused. “You are a beautiful man, Rory, a beautiful boy. Come now, it is time you had me the first time.” Her hand was working at her crotch, a finger disappeared into her body while her palm rubbed above the slit. Seemingly before his eyes, he saw the lips of her pussy appear and for a moment, he thought he could see the pink inside of her body.

  Dorothy gestured at him and he crawled onto the bed. Her legs opened, making room for him. He crawled over her leg and crouched between her knees. She gently grasped his cock and pulled him towards her. He followed, as if he had much choice but to follow when someone pulled on his cock. The direction and target were wonderful and he eagerly let himself be guided along. His cock flared with feeling when the head touched the soft flesh of her pussy. He stopped, suddenly frightened.

  “It’s okay, Rory. Push it into me. Not too hard or too fast. Gently and slowly. Give my pussy time to adjust to your presence. A visitor does not kick off his shoes and put his feet on the coffee table two seconds after entering the living room.”

  Rory leaned forward. His cock head pressed at her pussy and when Dorothy’s body flowered and accepted him, he felt like his cock was being kissed. He encountered no resistance at all so he continued to press forward and down into Dorothy’s body. Her eyes closed and her hands went to his shoulders, pulling him fully onto her. He placed his hands by her shoulders. Dorothy moved her hands down to his hips and lightly pulled at him. He lowered his hips, then flexed them, pressing his prick between the clasping lips of her pussy, sinking ever so slowly into her body. The erotic pleasure startled him, possessing him like diving into a cool p
ool of water on a hot summer day. Beneath him, she arched her back, tilting her head back and groaning from deep in her throat. Her utter surrender to him elated him. He continued the downward pressure. Her hands moved to his buttocks and she pressed him down with slight pressure but full encouragement. Her legs flared beside him like clasping wings.

  “Oh yes, Rory! You are entering me for the first time! Oh Rory, your cock feels so wonderful sinking into me.” Suddenly, her hand gripped him and pulled. At the same time, her body flexed, surging upwards. The combined effect was to sheath his cock completely into her body. She tilted her pussy up at him receiving his cock deeper and then moved her feet on top of his knees, using the leverage to press her hips up against him more firmly. Her hands pressed against his ass. When he began to pull back, she held him, shoving him back into place.

  “No, stay still just for a moment. A woman’s pussy is a sheath of nerves and just entering her gives her great joy. This is why some women will fuck without orgasm, just the feeling of having a man inside her is wonderful. Having the right man, in the right way, however, is pleasure far beyond the mere throb and bob of a casual fuck.”

  Something about hearing Mrs. Hannah say ‘fuck’ while he was buried in her pussy both shocked and delighted him. For perhaps the first time, he felt like an actual man and not a boy. This felt like actual fucking, Rory thought. His cock twitched inside Dorothy’s cunt.

  “Oh.” She sighed softly. “Oh, you do fill me up, Rory. Now, move however feels best to you and come whenever you want. I want you to share your orgasm with me. Don’t worry about me, this is all for you, to learn how your body reacts to coitus.” She closed her eyes and arched her body, pushing her pussy against him, then she dropped it and shoved up at him with force. Rory lifted his cock slowly out of her clasping depths and then shoved it back down. He repeated the motion again, hesitating at the gate of her channel before plunging down again.

  “Oh, Rory! Oh, yes, Rory!” She moaned as his cock sliced into her again.

  Something about the delight and pleasure in her voice flashed through Rory like lightning and he gasped, grunted and came. He did not even get a chance to stroke once more; the orgasm fell on him like a tidal wave crashing on the rocks. His vision turned white and his body tensed, thrusting his cock deeply into Dorothy’s pussy.

  Dorothy shuddered with her own orgasm and then pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him. His head fell besides hers as his body bucked. He felt lightheaded, like he was about to faint. The pleasure wrapped him it its loving embrace and squeezed him until he couldn’t breathe. Dorothy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on while he thrashed through the orgasm. After a minute or so, his body relaxed and he tried to roll away from her.

  Dorothy held him close. “No, no. Please stay for a few minutes.”

  “Aren’t I heavy?” He asked, panting for breath.

  “You are but I like the feeling of being covered, of holding you after you are complete. I love the sensation of your slurry seeping out from around your cock, trickling down my ass to the bed. I’ll let go of you in a while.” She sighed. “It has been so long.”

  “Only six months.” Rory said and immediately he felt the wrongness of his words. “I am sorry, oh god, I did not mean it that way!”

  For long moments, Dorothy did not say anything. She patted his shoulder and he rolled off of her. “Rory, one of the most difficult things to learn is when to be silent. That was one of those times.” She started to stand but he touched her elbow. She turned and looked at him, showing him her face. Tears ran down her cheeks. Then she smiled. “I am sorry, Rory, you caught me by surprise. I do not mean to ruin this for you.” She bent over and kissed him on the lips but her lips felt cold. She rose, picked up her clothes and padded into the bathroom and closed the door.

  Rory felt horrible. He lay back on the bed cursing his big mouth. He heard the toilet flush and the water run. He sat up, burying his head in his hands on the side of the bed. The bathroom door opened and a moment later he saw her bare legs standing before him. Dorothy laid a hand on his shoulder.

  “Rory, one of the most difficult things a man has to learn is how to sooth a wound he himself has inflicted on a woman. Look at me.” Dorothy’s voice was low, soft but strained.

  Rory looked up. She was still nude. He reached over and laid a hand on her hip, stroking it up her side and back down. “I am sorry.”

  Dorothy smiled. “Apologize once. Then do something. I have washed myself. The best thing you can do for a woman you have wounded is to give her an orgasm. I thought to wait, to have you do this...later but now is the best time. I am going to lie down and you will lick my cunt. Do the best you can and when I respond, repeat whatever you did. Find my clit and lick and suck it. Lick the lips of my pussy, stick your tongue into me. Seek the pleasure in me and repeat it. I presume you have not eaten a woman before?”

  Rory shook his head thinking it was a little late to be asking such a question.

  “Do you wish to learn? I want you to make me come. That will make us both feel better.”

  “Anything, Dorothy. I am...” he caught himself, staving off the urge to apologize again, “...eager to learn.” He finished quietly, feeling timid and inexperienced.

  She smiled wanly and nodded. She pushed him back onto the bed, used the wash cloth she had in her hand to clean him off and tossed it at the bathroom door. She crawled over him and lay down, lifting her knees, planting her feet on the bed. “Get between my legs. Look at me, touch me. Breathe on my pussy, blow on me. Then start to taste me. You will lure some of my sauce and perhaps yours. Time to taste us.” She dropped her head, lying back perfectly still.

  Rory gulped. He had heard about this sort of thing. He was uncertain what to do but he felt so bad about making Dossy cry, he wanted to do anything to make things better between them. He moved between her legs and ran his hands up her calves, stroking her smooth skin. His hands tingled where he touched her skin. Above him, Dorothy sighed. He ran his hands down the outside of her thighs, then up the tops of them, lightly touching her skin. He had gazed at the legs of women from a distance and with such longing that it seemed perfectly natural to take time to touch what he had been staring at for so long. He found he loved the texture of her skin, noting how it changed from the back of her heels to the back of her thighs. Different, sexy, sensuous, he loved her legs bared about him. He caressed her from sheer wonder.

  Mrs. Hannah sighed again. He felt a little encouraged. Her body was tense, he could sense it. He got to his knees and knelt over her torso, lowering his mouth to one breast. He enveloped it with his mouth, not sucking hard but gently touching it with his lips. He ran his tongue round her, spiraling up to the point of her nipple like he had seen her do with her finger, but using his tongue. She groaned. Then he sucked and sucked hard. Dorothy jumped under him, twisting and moaning till he released her breast. Rory sat back and gazed down at the naked woman before him. She lay with her arm over her eyes. She did not move.

  She was waiting on him.

  He moved to the other breast. This time he licked her skin from the bottom to the tip of her red nipple. He used the underside of his tongue and licked the upper slope of her breast. He licked both sides, up and down. He nibbled at her nipple with his lips, pulling at it a time or two before sucking it into his mouth, hard. Above him, Dorothy gasped. He swabbed his tongue over the captured nipple. She jerked, arching just a little.

  He sat back and found her eyes on him, staring at him. Rory did not wait for approval. He lowered his face, stuck out his tongue and licked her pussy from bottom to top in one long, slow swipe. Her legs sagged outwards, dropping to the bed and opening her like a flower. Her pussy rose like and offering in the midst of her porcelain temple. He licked her pussy again, up and down and her legs jerked together, pinning his head between her thighs. For a moment he could not breathe but then they relaxed again. He felt her hand touch the back of his head, pressing down a little, very gently. He made a spear
of his tongue and entered her, shoving it as far into her as he could and then curled it up and lifted his head, withdrawing his rigid tongue from her slit, raking the rigid tip along the roof of her pussy. Her whole body shook.

  “Oh god, oh Rory. Do that again. Just like that!” Dorothy whispered, her voice tense, almost guttural.

  Rory did as she asked. He felt a rough patch of skin at the top entrance of her pussy. He touched it curiously with his tongue and withdrew as before. Again she shuddered. “Again.” Her hand pressed on the back of his head more insistently. He speared her again, but this time, moved his tongue from side to side a time or two before he curled it and pulled out of her.

  This time, her body rose with him, seeking to keep contact with his tongue. Her hand pressed down on him harder. The opposing forces smashed his face into her and he found her pussy pressed firmly against his open mouth. He blew through his nose and inhaled, sucking as much of her pussy into his mouth as he could. Her hips rose off the bed, shuddering, lifting his face. They bucked twice. He stuck his tongue deep into her. She grunted and her legs closed over his ears, her hand pressing him down against her slit. Her ass twitched once, twice and the third time she snapped his head back because she hit him with such force. He lost his balance and instinctively grasped her hips, moving his hands around to clasp her tight ass. He seized each cheek and pulled them apart, while pressing his tongue into her and pushing her body up against his face.

  Then all hell broke loose. Her body began to flop. Her ass whipped up and down. He lost his balance and fell sideways but kept face and hands in place, using his elbows to right himself, unbending his body and stretching out below her, dangling off the end of the bed. Her thighs pulsed against his ears and head. Her hand left his head. When her legs fell away from him, dropping askew, he could see her hands knotted in the bedspread, pulling it into two small piles, bunched in each tightly clinched hand. Her ass relaxed but he did not let her fall. Keeping her suspended above the bed, he moved his mouth up her pussy into the silken hair. He probed for her clit and when her whole body jolted, he fastened his lips on that spot. Feeling around with his tongue, he found the nub. Dorothy lurched, bucking under him, her legs flapped loosely beside his head. He began to twist and turn his tongue, separating the folds till his tongue found the erect clit.