November 11, 2007

• LIZ, Part 1

  She was really a very shy girl and now as a woman she still had trouble dealing with men.  It wasn’t that she was unattractive, the opposite, in fact.  She was beautiful and her shyness was brought about, in part, because she developed plump breasts so young.  Her ample breasts attracting unwanted attention when all the other girls were still in T-shirts.  Walking through the cafeteria line at school became an embarrassing column of eyes all focused on her chest and snickers when she walked by.  Even now she found herself conflicted.  As a mature 40 year old, sex was still uncomfortable.  She couldn’t explain it.  Didn’t really understand it, but had learned to accept it.

   

  She met Dan at a club and they had seen each other four or five times.  He was a very attractive and successful man a few years younger than her.  She knew tonight it would be required to invite him in for a drink at the end of the date and while she had done this before, tonight would be the night she “put out” or else he would lose interest.  And it wasn’t like that really.  She found him attractive.  They clicked.  She liked his sense of humor and they shared a lot of the same interests.  It was just that all men seemed to expect more of her than she was interested in giving when it came to sex.  Her sex drive just seemed lower than the men.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to give.  It was just that she often found herself in a lose-lose situation where she lost them if she didn’t invite them up; she lost them if she brought them up and turned them down; and she lost them if she gave it up too easily. 

   

  Tonight for dinner she wore an attractive summer dress that slipped over the curves of her hips and it drew the appropriate compliments from him.  At the end of the night she invited him up to her bedroom, and they lay together fully dressed and kissed each other.  His tongue rolled playfully around the inside of her lips and tickled the roof of her mouth.  He caressed her breasts with a gentle pushing and squeezing.  He seemed to have good hands and a sensitivity that she liked in her men.  He kissed her sensually along the side of her neck, behind her ear and along her shoulder – at least as much as he could get with her dress on.  She found this exciting, particularly the mixture of his warm breath and wet kisses along her neck.  His hands slid along her legs but he was taking his time and resisted reaching for her crotch area.  There was something she found exciting about lying next to him with her dress up above her panty line, even though he couldn’t see much in the near total darkness. 

   

  She suggested a change of lighting and got up brought a candle to the bedside and lit it.  As she was sitting on the bed turning off the light, he sat behind her and ran his hands along the length of both sides, kissing the back of her neck.  She let herself relax under his kiss.  He suggested a few less clothes and tugged gently on the bottom of dress.  She lifted her hips and quickly her dress went over the top of her head and as they remained sitting with him behind her.  He moved his body away a bit as his face placed kisses around her shoulders and back.  He unhooked her bra as he kissed her, slid the straps off of her shoulders and his hands found their way to the front of her bra.  As he removed the bra his hands cupped both breasts.  They were only a handful now since she had had them reduced.  Once in awhile she wondered if the men in her life would have liked her to keep them at their original size, but she was glad every day that her breasts were now a more normal size.  It was hard to tell if her back hurt less as a result but she liked to think it did.  He continued spooning her from behind, his kisses on her neck and his hands on her breasts until her nipples became tight, stretched and more sensitive to his gentle caresses.

   

  She turned around toward him, feeling uncomfortable that she was in just her panties and he was still fully dressed.  She asked him to remove his clothes while she stretched out and watched him.  When he was down to his shorts, he kissed her on her legs – first on one then the other, back and forth between them.  She felt that he wanted her to open her legs but in new relationships she was always too shy to just open them up.  It was as though she would be giving into her wanton desires in an unladylike way.  Deep down she was so afraid of becoming a slut.  He moved past her panties and kissed her on her belly and she reached down with her hands urging him to return to her face, which he did.

   

  He kissed her rather hungrily around her face and neck while his body lay on top of hers.  She liked the feeling of his body on hers, crushing her slightly with his nudeness.  She was getting more turned on by this kissing then the kissing of her legs.  He was turned on too and she could feel the hardness between his legs rock over her mound.  Her legs did open now to his movement.  Her conflicts were beginning to disappear.  She was touching his back and feeling his rather pronounced muscles.  They were large and hard and smooth and it was exciting her just to touch them.  He moved down a bit on her and kissed her nipple, holding her breast firm with one hand.   His body moved slightly off of her and his other hand gently ran across her panties and in between her legs.  A finger found the slit below the cotton and it ran slowly up and down her swelling lips.  He returned to kissing her lips and she actively returned the caress of his lips.  She was enjoying his ministrations around her moistening pussy.

   

  His fingers slid under the edge of her panties and he pulled them to one side.  His whole palm pressed against her naked mound and crept slowly downward.  A fingertip played with the opening to her tunnel, just rimming a circle around the edge, picking up some moisture and pulling it up into her slit.  Again repeated.  And again.  Only entering her tunnel to the depth of one knuckle.  In and out; up and down.  Then he stayed, playing in her hole, hooking his finger in deeper and stretching it – first this way and then that way.  He followed with a few deep thrusts into her tunnel but before she could get into a rhythm, he left her tunnel and moved along her slit toward her clitoris.  She was feeling good and ready to give into her feelings.  Her feelings that she really was a slut.  Her feelings that she was about to let this man who she knew slightly have his way with her.  His manipulating hand felt so good. 

   

  His finger barely touched the end of her clit and he began a flicking movement right at its edge.  Like the flame of the candle next to her bed his finger brushed quickly and lightly across her way too sensitive clitoris.  This motion immediately drove her crazy.  Her hips started to move as he kept up the rhythm, working a little faster each time but never putting much pressure on it despite the fact that her thrusting hips caused his finger to move around slightly.  She was cumming and she wondered if she should try to hide it.  It was so quick yet although she knew she could have multiple orgasms, she just didn’t want him to think their lovemaking was over.  He seemed to sense this and kissed her in a sensitive spot just below her ear burying his face into the nook of her shoulder and neck, while she let out a long obvious moan. 

   

  His hand stopped moving as she finished cumming but it stayed resting against her mound.  She started to say something and he cut her off with a kiss on the lips.  His hand moved caressingly over her crotch not focussing on her hotspots but calming her.  And then along the insides of her thighs and the kisses began again.  He certainly was not stopping.   She kissed him gratefully.  He began to move his face down her body kissing her sides and nipples and breasts.  As he continued lower he pulled her panties down along her legs.  She put her legs together to make it easier.  Again his face was in her stomach and approaching her pussy.  She wondered why she felt so embarrassed to have a man put his face in between her when she loved it so much once it was going.  Of course, some men were better than others, but she was pretty sure he would be great.  Nonetheless, she waited for him to open her legs rather than volunteer what she wanted.  His face felt wonderful in between her legs as he kissed each inner thigh and placed kisses around her pussy before focussing on any particular spot.  His tongue licked the length of her slit and opened it up.  Up and down his tongue moved depositing additional moisture to the area, especially over her clit.  Her hands were gripping the strong muscular of his shoulders – her fingertips pressing in the crevices between them.

   

  He made his tongue loose and flat and ran it over her clit putting more moisture on it.  She couldn’t tell if it was her moisture or his, because she was sure leaking plenty of moisture on her own.  She loved what his tongue was doing, licking in a circular motion around her clitoris and along its sides.  Steady, constant, to an unheard beat.  Her hips were rocking to a slow beat almost without her being conscious of it.  Actually consciousness was rather hard for her to find at the moment because all she could think or feel was about his tongue and her clit.  She was going to come again and felt a little guilty that he was doing all the work but she was not going to interrupt him. 

   

  On their dates when he would talk about sex, he would always brag about how good he was.  She realized he wasn’t just bragging.  And he hit the spot again.  Wow.  She was going to explode and she moaned loudly.  Suddenly he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck on it just as another orgasmic wave enveloped her.  Ohhh.  Her hips arched up.  And as her hips started to relax back to the bed a fingertip in her ass (oh god) making her quickly arch again.  And this time she was spent and she had to get some space between them.  She became too sensitive to his touch.  He complied but not before teasing her a bit with a tickle here and there.  And she was very ticklish.  She pushed him away from her, laughing while she did.

   

  He turned on his side, his back to, toward the outside of the bed and lit a cigarette.  She snuggled up against his body her eyes peeking at his hard on under the boxer shorts.  The cigarette would give her just enough time to relax.  She sniggled against the muscles of his back and slowly caressed him with her hands.  She realized that she often felt as though she had a duty to please a man.  Kind of an unwritten tit for tat.  But right now she felt a strong desire to please him.  She wanted him to feel as good as she did.  She wanted to please him like no other woman had.  She realized she wanted him back early and often.

   

  As he was putting out his cigarette she reached out and gently caressed the length of his cock.  He responded immediately turning slowly toward her touch.  She kissed him along the side of his back and moved slowly toward his crotch.  He lay on his back as she pulled his pole through the slit in his shorts.  She quickly positioned herself over his middle and lowered her mouth over the head of his stiff projectile.  It was quite long but not too thick and she easily brought the top of it into her mouth.  Using her hand and her mouth simultaneously she moved up and down along the shaft.  She was glad that he remained still.  She disliked it when men forced their penis into her mouth by moving their hips in and out.   She was afraid of getting it in too deep and choking.  It had happened before.  He had his hands in her hair but he wasn’t pulling her head, which could have the same effect as pushing his hips.

   

  After about 10 minutes his hands urged her head up to his face and she kissed him.  She preferred sex in the missionary position and she invited him to come inside her, lying on her back while he took off his shorts.  He positioned himself over her but kept his weight on his arms, so that his body floated above her.  He probed her pussy lips with the tip of his prick.  Rocking slightly, he prodded her opening.  Then surprising her, he found her moist slit and ran the soft fleshy tip up to her clit.  She loved the feeling as he moved it up and down along her slit with the head of his cock…  She could feel her juices flowing.  He continued this for some time and quietly laid his weight down on her, never breaking the movement between them.  He reached down and putting his hands under her knees lifted her legs opening her pussy wide.  He positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel again and slid it in just an inch, pulling it out.  Back and forth he played with the first inch of her pussy until she wanted more of him in her.  She tried to thrust her hips at him with each movement he made downward.  Her legs were draped over his shoulders and when he leaned forward, he was able to control her rocking and thrusting better than she was.  Nonetheless her attempts and the added friction it created added to both of their abandon.  She was grabbing more and more of him with each thrust.  She could feel the animal in him taking over and the careful manipulator giving way to raw passion.  He was pumping her fast now and nothing was going to stop him.  She was usually a little scared when men lost control in sex.  She had her usual quick flash of being raped then realized how much she was enjoying this, how wet she was.   She hugged his back and his biceps tightly, she was grunting something to encourage him, and she was about to cry.

   

  He was moaning louder than she was and she knew he could barely hear her.  She enjoyed knowing she was satisfying him beyond all control.  “Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Yes, give it to me.  Like that.  Fuuuck me.”  She was screaming.  The expressions coming out of her mouth shocking her.  He was coming and she could feel every muscle in his body pouring itself into each ejaculatory thrust.  He was very vocal about it although no words were formed.  It was a primal language.  Its message very clear.  She felt a wonderful sense of womanhood as his passion subsided.  Some sort of sisterhood with all women who had gone before, coupling with this strange opposite sex, finding completeness.  He gave himself up totally to the sensation of his orgasm, leaving this consciousness for another.  The orgasm that she brought to him.  She felt his dead weight stir for one last late orgasmic spurt before she was able to lift him to reposition her legs.  He laid half way across her, hugging her, one of his legs between hers, lost in another place.  Her face was wet with tears and she was overcome with a sense of satisfaction.  She hugged him and he returned the hug with warm snuggle against the side of her face.  She would let this man fall asleep and worry about what she had done tomorrow.  For tonight she felt in love.

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