Chapter 15: Learning to Fuck and Lovemaking

(47 Minutes)

Dorothy was still plastered to the window panting, lost in the echoes of the sensation from my lips and tongue. I slipped out from between her legs while I held her hips. Out from between her legs, I got behind her. I thought I could pull her out of her haze by sliding my dick through her hot, oozing cunt lips. After which I would put her back in a haze of delirium by driving into her pussy over and over. I lubed up the top of my dick, and with her face still contorted on the window, Dorothy said, “Shit, there is more?”

“Oh yes, that was just the beginning,” I answered, continuing to saw my dick between her wet plumped flesh.

“I don’t know if I can take any more.” She whined, her face still pressed on the glass.

“Oh, you definitely can,” I informed her, stroking her ass and kneading it as I enjoyed the valley between her fuzzy clamshells.

“Please, not my butt,” was whimpered, all the while she did nothing that would’ve stopped me from slicing my dick through her puckered hole that did get used for sex.

“I have no intention of butt fucking you at the moment. That is what your husband is doing when he does what you or he call a semen pressure release.” She didn’t say anything when I affirmed that I was not going to be using her asshole for the so-called sperm pressure release. She knew I would be releasing sperm into her. But her colon not being the recipient, there seemed to be a little change in her. It was very slight except for her butt cheeks un-clenched after finding out it wouldn’t be used. But the rest of her remained tense; my dick moving along her pussy lips and battering her clit with my helmet were likely the reasons.

She got super tense when my cock quit sliding along her pussy petals. She said, “Oh God,” knowing what was coming when I lined my dick with her oozing pussyhole. In one fluid motion, I pressed my dick into the hole unused for decades. She was tight. As tight as the last time I had sex with a virgin. Her nervousness kept her vagina from quickly stretching while I slid my dick into her resistant cunt walls. The slow, steady push into her mostly unyielding sheath raised her onto her toes. Her cheek and tits dragged along the window as I endeavored to embed my dick further in her. While I made slow progress getting her slick plush passage to accept my dick and the widening it required. Her face was distorted by the window. It was dragged along, getting half of my cock down the inelastic cavern. She whined and sounded much like a virgin.”Oh my God, you’re splitting me. I am so full ... Augh, I haven’t had this in so long ... Oh yeah, please, Mmmm ... Yeah, all the way, all the way in me.”

Dorothy’s initial apprehension appreciably melted away. The reduced tension didn’t remove all the impedance more than a decade of not having a dick going through her vagina had built up. The feeling of Dorothy’s box finally stretching a hair easier as more of me disappeared into her was incredible. Fully in her, she was hyperventilating, huffing, and sucking air through pursed lips. She let out a long “Oh” when I jammed her further on my rod, mushing her butt cheeks and pussy lips. She groaned like she was being conquered, not like she was being fucked. “God, I can’t do this. I can’t withstand anything more. My vagina and head are gonna explode.”

Wiggling my hips back and forth, teasing her, I said, “Yeah, I understand, but the weekend is just now getting to the good parts. And you feel so incredible. I can’t imagine not doing this all day and night. Having your fabulous body surrounding me while you find out all the pleasures it holds all weekend long.”

The skin of her face and upper torso was still glued to the window as she bemoaned, “Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?”

I squeezed her hip bones one more time, then let them go. She wobbled still on shaky legs from her earlier orgasm. She used my dick as her third point of contact with the ground holding her up. As I slid my dick back out of her, her body fell slightly. Her face and tits rubbed down along the glass. From the glass window, I heard her moan, “Oh God, that feels so good,” right before I thrust back up through her clamped-down tunnel of love. Its walls were resistant to any change of position of my dick, not having had to adjust to anything moving in them in years. With her contractions and the waves of compression going up and down my rod, I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with her husband. Even being gay, surely these were sensations that once had; I would’ve expected him to want them every day. She whined with every move that I made, sliding through her velveteen walls. I could feel her moaning as I stroked my hands over the bulged sides of her squished tits. I couldn’t imagine the sight she was to the guy watching on the road below. I wonder if he figured out she was being fucked at that moment.

I, also, wondered as I began in earnest pumping in and out of the gorgeous woman how it was she hadn’t taken a lover in all these years. Dorothy was so very sexy. Sexy and her body responded immediately to the slightest touch. Her responses would’ve driven any man to want the ability to repeat that moment with her over and over again. Despite the salacious feelings bombarding my brain, I noticed how similar she was to her daughters. Her body had much the same shape, though fully matured, as theirs. Moreover, her moans had the same quality as Helen’s did when Cheryl was between her thighs.

Being so similar, I was betting her girls would respond in the same manner to sexual stimulation as Dorothy. Though their vaginas wouldn’t have the benefit of having had children. But they would still stretch and be welcoming of a cock. And the same glorious wave of constrictions milking my dick would be present. If that were the case, her daughters might also possess the ability she did. The ability to collapse her cunt walls in the space my dick head was about to pass through at the same time I was running it down her canal and bumping over her cervix. The initial thrust going through the tight passage was slow and forceful, enjoying the buffeting of her walls molding to every part of my dick and the cuff of its head. I knew that Helen, while likely still a virgin, was easily arousable by Cheryl. I thought she wouldn’t be a frigid type of fuck if I ever got my cock in her pussy. I had to shake my head and try to get the thoughts of screwing Helen out of my mind while I was enjoying the heavenly sensations of her mother. After all, the girl had passed through the exact same passageway my dick was running through.

Dorothy just moaned as my hands caressed every bit of skin I could reach. I began pumping long and hard into her. The thrusts’ speed and breathing increased exponentially. Soon, my pelvis was slamming into the pillow-like soft layer of her ass before running into the firm structure beneath. The concussions had the upper layer of her butt rippling out as the speed at which it was being concussed increased. It felt like my balls were flying in both directions continuously. They pummeled her clit with every concussion into her ass and swung freely as my dick head left her glorious hole. I felt her fat pussy lips collapse back to their somewhat clamshell shape when the last bit of my wet dick vacated her body. The snap-backed shape would last for a moment. Right before I would feel them parting from the tip of my cock. It led my head through and stretched them back apart. The flesh gave away their protection of the entrance beneath.

At the speed I was fucking her, the folds were unable to know whether they should be expanding or contracting. My dick ran through her hot velvet walls, buffeting and grazing over the high spots and hugging down into the low spots. Dorothy’s constrictions about me must have also sent waves of pleasure to her brain, and her lube pump was working in overdrive. Her groans and pants and gasps for air were the same way. The only thing louder than her moans and gasps were the sounds of the sloshing and splat of our sexes together. She had begun pushing her ass back, thrusting at me, while I hammered inward on her canal. I thought of strumming her clit giving her a second source of sensations lighting up her brain. But, I decided, not having had a dick in her twat for fifteen years, her upcoming climax would be driven purely from deep inside her pussy, using nothing other than my dick as the instrument of her destructive orgasm. The wines and moans and open mouth gasping with her guttural, “Oh God’s,” thrown in every now and again came to an end.

I felt her whole body again tensing up underneath my dick’s assault. I couldn’t imagine how the woman who had just climaxed a short while before and had been gushing lube ever since had anything left. She finally burst and bellowed out, “Oh God, I’m cuming.” The wave of orgasmic honey was plugged by my dick, and it only increased the pressure on my pumping cockhead. Her quivering walls compressed down, sealing my piston in her cylinder. The honey sprayed past my pumping piston like an engine with a faulty set of rings.

I turned to my trusty little bloody dead kittens so the constriction around my cock and sexy erotic sounds Dorothy was making as her climax progressed didn’t make me cum as well. The kittens and I continued the good fight of not succumbing to the electric explosions of pleasure in my brain her cunt walls caused. The luxurious feel of the hot pussy crushing me meant we had no chance; me and the kittens. The fight was lost, and I gave in to my balls crawling up into my sweaty body and delivering their seed to my dick. Dorothy’s pussy extended the length of my orgasm. Its compression clamped down on my dick as each jet started and splashed my seed on its cavern walls. The squeezing waves stopped and started the flow out of my dick a hundred and eighty degrees off phase and made emptying my balls into her cunt take twice as gloriously long.

When I fell against Dorothy, I realized at some point in time her body, under the stress and strain of the physical exertion during our fucking, too, had become covered in sweat. Like our juices in her love canal, the perspiration running out of our pores merged together as a lubricant for our bodies. They slid across one another, with me lying across her back, putting my palms up above hers on the window. After the twenty-minute unresting marathon of thrusting we had just completed, Dorothy needed extra support when I added my body onto hers.

I rested on her, my brain marinading in endorphins. Our twenty-minute marathon sprint ended with our brains being flooded with serotonin and dopamine. Nature’s way of attracting me to Dorothy. Not that it was needed. Since the sensations at the finish made all the others getting there seem so trivial in comparison. Nature’s afterglow drugging was superfluous.

Rested but barely able to stand, I left my dick in Dorothy as we moved. I wrapped my arms around her under her breast and lifted her off the window. I carried her, with my dick still losing cum, into the depths of her canal during the short walk to the bed. We were still joined together when we fell onto the bedspread. Both of us were still panting and gasping as we began the recovery from our sprinted marathon-type screwing.

When she first could actually talk, her sentences were choppy and barely got their meaning across: “So ... sex ... like ... feel ... always ... you.”

I kind of snickered at her, saying, “What do you say we wait until you can produce full sentences? Then try that again.” Dorothy didn’t try to answer verbally; she just nodded. Her face grinned and seemed lost in the sensations her brain hadn’t yet given up. My arm lay over her chest and instinctively started rubbing and massaging her nicely formed breast. I rolled the nipple at its tip with the idea of keeping the sensations of sex fresh in Dorothy’s mind. Despite it still being fresh in mine, slowly my cock shrank and left her filled passage, letting the remaining contents stream out of her onto the end of the bed.

When Dorothy did finally have the ability to complete her sentences, we talked. She went back and tried her earlier questions, “Is that what sex is supposed to be like? Is it always supposed to feel like your whole body is going to explode? There was this uncontainable pleasure flowing out of my vagina. I can’t imagine that it would be that way every time. How am I to survive doing that with you all weekend long? Making my body endure pleasures it’s never known or even knew existed?”

Fearing she would again want to leave, having seen once how earth-shaking sex could be, I said, “It’ll be fine. We’ll take it slow. But it’s a shame that it’s taken this long for you to be given the opportunity to truly enjoy the pleasure that sex can bring. You feel it; it’s a singular kind of joy that completes your whole person ... mind and body.”

She rolled onto her stomach, and the next thing I heard were small sobs. I had no idea what had brought on her crying and stroked my hand down her spine. All the sweat on her back rolled down her ass crack as I swept it away, rubbing her back and soothingly asked, “What is it? What is wrong?”

She took a second but finally lifted her head enough and turned it toward me and said, “I’m sorry. I’m just being foolish. You’ve given me such a gift, and here I am crying about it again.”

I asked her, “So what’s wrong?”

She answered, “I can’t believe; I could feel so much, and this has been denied me for so many years. Years, I can’t get back. I wish I’d known that I could feel this way years ago. It just makes me sad realizing what I’ve missed out on.”

I continued my gentle stroking of her shoulders, going down to her lower back, and said, “I’ll say it again. You’re not old. You are beautiful, and given the opportunity, any man worth his salt would give anything to have the opportunity to be with you. You and all the magnificent sensations that you’ve just given me.” I knew the next thing I would tell her was tooting my own horn. But in general, it was true. “And he’d give them back to you because any man who doesn’t make you feel this way truly is not worth your time.”

It was then she said, “But my husband has never made me feel this good. He does make me happy in other parts of my life.”

I reply, “I’ve never been married and don’t understand all the give and take that a marriage takes.” I rolled her over and kissed her lovely pert breast. “Maybe one day. But today I know how to give you more of what you’ve been missing.”

She had the incongruity of the remnants of the earlier tears and a new look of serenity, having her nipple rolled over by my tongue. I nipped and twirled my tongue on the areola, having the nipple in the center grow harder and more defined. She sighed and stroked her fingers through my hair. It subtly kept my mouth on her tit not letting me leave it.

The subtly left when I started a trail of kisses to her other breast. She wasn’t interested in the slow way I was getting to her nipple. Fingers already in my hair grabbed my head and moved it rapidly to her other breast. I only somewhat understood her urgency. Her panting continued while I kissed my way down into her cleavage. “Dorothy, you need to learn to enjoy the journey, not just the destination.”

Her serenity was gone, and blatant want was in its place. She whined. “I can’t take the foreplay. My body ... it is used up. Just get me there.”

I sucked in her previously unmolested nipple. It tasted just as good as the last one and reacted the same way to my tongue’s titillation. She groaned. Her rib cage rose and fell rapidly in small bursts. I took her hands from my head, wrapping my fingers with hers, holding them above her head. “This time I want you to experience the full, slow pleasure of lovemaking. And your body can take more. Your mind just has to be willing.” I again started kissing a path down into her cleavage from the other side.

“Oh God, I’m not strong enough. Mmmm ... please just screw me. Make me feel that overwhelming pleasure. Don’t make me endure it all. I can’t.” She huffed between pants.

Looking up from between her tits, still, with her hands over her head, I said, “Well, I wasn’t planning it until later in the weekend, but I guess we could do it now if you really don’t think you’re strong enough.” I kissed the underside of her breast and on around to the top and back to the nipple it contained.

“Ok ... Ah, yes ... Whatever you think. I just can’t handle more of that.” She had begun trying to get her hands free.

“And you’re sure? Cause there’s no going back,” I asked after I had dragged my teeth lightly up her tit and over her pebble-hard nipple.

“Yes ... Just do it,” Dorothy demanded.

I let go of her hands. From under her arms, I lifted and scooted her up the bed. The creampie left the end of the bed soaked during our play. Remnants were still leaking from her as I got off the bed but were slowed. “Relax there for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Dorothy remained where I put her, eyes closed. She zoned out while I got the needed items from my bag and a couple of towels from the bathroom. When I got back to her, the early morning drive and the exertion of our initial sexual encounter had her out cold. Not even her moved arms woke her.

While she napped, I completed my work. The scarves I had brought had her arms secured above her head to either side of the bed’s headboard. Her ankles were secured to the bed’s legs. She was naked and spread eagle when I forced the towel under her ass. She roused as the tube was put up her vagina and warm saline water passed into her.

She said, “What? What’s that? What’s going on?” There was terror in her voice. It was then she came to realize she was naked and tied to the bed.

Pulling the wet towel out from under her, I explained. “Just a little cleaning before we continue. Not that I haven’t tasted my own cum before, but I really want to taste you again and only you. As for the ties, you needed help handling slow foreplay building up to making love. So I’ve taken the need for mental strength out of your hands. I said I was planning bondage for later, but now works, too.”

“God, what are you going to do to me? I don’t think I like this,” she struggled against the silk bonds.

“You asked me to do this. You said just do it after I warned you there was no going back. You’re not going back on your word. I’d be very disappointed in you if that was the case.” I answered, going back to the suitcase with the items I had brought just for this occasion.

“No ... I’m fine. This could be fun,” she said, still looking about wild-eyed. The earlier tiredness was replaced by the frenetic energy of a huge shot of adrenaline from her flight response. I, also, think she was afraid of what would come next, but more afraid that if she changed her mind, I would let her go and do nothing else with her body.

“Good.” I was happy she hadn’t backed out. Turning back to her, I held up the big red ball and the strap attached. “Have you ever seen one of these?”

“No! What is that?” the terror re-entering her voice.

“Easier to show than explain. Open your mouth real wide for me,” I answered.

“Oh no,” she stated, shaking her head, understanding where it would go, but I don’t think appreciating the reason for its use.

I stood unmoving, letting the gagball hang down from my hand as I held the strap. I stood still for over a minute, which seemed like an hour, waiting for Dorothy’s response to my unspoken demand. She got paler by the minute. Her face was ghost-white with pupils dilated to where her brown eyes looked like they were black. Slowly, her mouth opened. I waited until she had it as wide as she could get it.

I stood next to her and gently forced the red ball past her lips and widened her teeth slightly more. She whined for a second as her jaw opened wider than it had likely since going to the dentist. I raised her head from the bed, and she gave no hint of resistance. She only quaked in fear. I told her, “I understand you’re afraid. But in the end, you’ll have an orgasm like nothing you’ve ever experienced.” I knew that wasn’t a high bar, as she had likely had her first non-masturbatory orgasm only an hour earlier.

I climbed up between her legs, saying into her nipple, “I think I was here before our temporary detour.” I sucked her nipple in, lavishing it with spit lubricant while my tongue rolled over and around it. I nibbled on it and the puffed areola, as well as the hard eraser in the middle. Dorothy’s panting caused her nose to whistle. A deep groan came to the surface from the combination of pulling her nipple out from her tit with my teeth and pinching down hard on the other hard nub across her chest. After the pinch and the red color, the nipple took on. I took it between my lips. I let my tongue love and soothe the mauled flesh.

Dorothy moaned at the change of pain to titillation. The longer I sucked and gently flicked over the nub, the deeper the moans. Her panted breath blew loudly from her nose as her mouth was blocked. There was a grousing when I pinched the original nipple as I had the one in my mouth. I continued the maltreatment and pacification of her nipples afterward until she was thrashing on the bed.

I lapped over the nipples before going to her pussy. It was blazing hot and flowing with her lube. I said to Dorothy, “Maybe your clit would like what your tits just experienced. Look at them. They’re all erect, and your pussy is gushing.” She tried speaking, but only a garbled sound was made.

“But maybe a little of this first.” My dick had been hard since the first suck on her pert tit lined with her hole without touching her. She couldn’t see that I had lined the head with her hole. It finished parting her folds that had started opening from their engorging and being spread eagle. I thrust hard forward and ripped through the heavily lubed opening. The small opening being forced wide by a rapid intrusion was unexpected. Dorothy’s whole being froze at my dickhead plowing up through her, bouncing off her cervix, and extending the length of the unsuspecting cavern.

She released a sound of pure gratification the whole time I was embedded within her. It continued during the small windows of time my dick head left her body before jamming back through the voluptuous hollow between her legs. I slapped my balls on her ass only ten times. She began lunging at me after the first two smacks of my scrotum on her ass.

I had given her enough pure sublime pleasure to hold her over for the next part of her lesson in different kinds of pleasures of the flesh. Her pelvis continued punching at the air even after our short-lived intercourse ended. She whined at the sudden end of our pleasurable union.

Sliding further down her body, my bared chest was marked with pussy lube as it glided over her lube-covered labia. “I think I said something about your pussy a second ago,” I stated while I finished getting into position over it. She danced her hips about feverishly when my breath hit her wet bush. I ignored both the whine and pelvis dance as well as her head violently shaking no.

My lips surrounded her clit and I quickly closed my teeth down on the sensitive flesh. Much of her butt’s bouncing this way and that; quit at the application. She did, however, screech into the big red ball. I kept the flesh tightly in my teeth, lightly grinding it. My rough taste buds scoured the part of her clit on the wrong side of my pearly whites. Dorothy didn’t stop wailing into the ball, and her upper body continued the mad dancing in every which direction, bouncing on the bed.

Despite the ball, the moaning with pleasure couldn’t be mistaken within the screams. Her nose whistled ever louder with her elevated state. Dorothy’s slit was hotter than ever. Her juices were doing a hell of a job flushing out anything my hastily done douche didn’t get. I was ready to shove my tongue down her flowing hole, but her obvious pleasure-filled pain kept my tongue buffeting her bundle of nerves.

Dorothy had a quick but extremely intense orgasm. She wailed and groaned, and even with the ball, the “Argh” was understood. Intense orgasms like what Dorothy was having always had just a sharp and intense overstimulation sensitivity. I ignored her deep gasps that could only pass through her nostrils. Her chest expanded and deflated through a torrent of air passing through her small button nose.

My teeth weren’t enough of a deterrent when the overwrought sensitivity kicked in. She bucked and thrust, trying to dislodge me even as doing so ripped at her button. My hands left the breasts I had been gently massaging as a counterweight to the extreme sensations on her clitoris. The counterweight was abandoned so I could press on her hip bones, driving her into the bed. Her bucking and thrashing were still attempted, but my downward force was too much for her to overcome.

The early “Argh” was minor compared to the drawn-out one and whining that followed my tongue and teeth giving up their prize to press my thick muscle into the soggy flesh that was her vagina. She roared at the tongue-fucking I started. I savored the flavor with every mouthful dumped into it from the pumping. Her legs quivered, and her cunt walls tried dragging the fucked-in object even further in.

Dorothy was quickly falling apart at the seams. Her pussy pumped out its juices at what had to be a record pace. Her pelvis strained to hump anything nearby and was failing due to my hands. And there were streams of tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes. She was whining and laughing hysterically all while she moaned.

A muted scream happened when I added two fingers to her passage, my mouth returning to her clit, doubling the sensations racking her brain. I wiggled them about in the tight spasming sheath. The thumb on her asshole turned the volume up on the drowned-out scream. Her vagina walls again clamped down on my digits and pouted out large quantities of tasty honey for me to suck up at their removal. The animalistic groans and bellowing into the ball continued after I had fucked my fingers in and out, stretching the crumpled pathway. She was helpless to do anything but absorb the sensations flooding her brain. They continued when I pulled my fingers from her overflowing pussy and covered her whole hole with my mouth, letting her stream over my taste buds.

I finished vacuuming up her honey that still had the essence of my sperm to it. Most of my cheeks, chin, and nose were covered in a thin layer of her juice. I wiped them off with the back of my hand. I made sure I didn’t touch any of Dorothy so she would again be surprised at the cock running through her.

Her mind was already gone where her pussy was concerned. I wanted to see if I could get her head to literally explode from the overload. While it didn’t explode, she also didn’t wait for the two strokes deep into her this time. She thrashed and fought against her restraints like a wild animal when my cock once again experienced her quivering cunt walls. Quivering turned to waves of unbridled squeezing of my rod. I loved watching her face contort while my balls slapped her ass and her mouth was held permanently wide.

I sawed through the drenched cunt. The splat of my balls on her ass where juices had run down freely echoed in the room. Our grunts did as well as I pulverized her twat with my groin. I did the same ten hard thrusts, driving what little control of her body she had into oblivion. Only this time, preparing her for the next premier event of her sexual life, I ground her vulva with my pelvic bone.

Having prepared her, I again stood up and watched the attractive woman writhing secured to the bed. She looked like a teen experiencing an orgasm for the first time. I left her long enough to go back to the case of sexual implements, which I’m sure Dorothy had never seen in person. I wasn’t really sure how she would react to the next part of her lesson. She had not rejected anything so far, and her current state implied she had rather enjoyed it.

I came back with the leather whip flogger and a multi-strand flogger. Dorothy was too lost in her own world, where her cunt was inundating her brain with sensations, to notice my absence or return. What she did notice was the splat of the black leather triangle of the whip on her bloated, oversensitized labia. Her ass popped off the bed, and her formerly closed eyes were wide. Again, a screech was contained by the ball in her mouth. “I think I’ll let that marinate for a second. You know normally, you’d have had multiple strikes like that, letting the tingle after the sting fill your consciousness.”

She looked at me with the whip still in hand. I could see she was wondering if and when it would be kissing her flesh again. I let her know with a quick pop on the tip of her nipple, forcing it down into her puffed areola that also flattened. She howled into the gag. “Now you’re new to this. And as I said, I really was planning on this being later in the weekend. I thought you would prefer straight sex over the bit more kinky stuff early on. But you seem to be taking to this, OK.”

Dorothy hesitantly nodded her agreement with my assessment. Again, it was likely because she was looking forward to the straight stuff at some point. And she had endured close to twenty years of nothing but anal sex, so I guess she figured a little more out-of-the-ordinary sex couldn’t hurt. I put the whip-flogger down after it, again, splattered on her sodden twat. Her ass again jumped. off the bed as the stinging blow was administered.