Chapter 2

Rina still had my erect penis in her hand and appeared to have been studying it. I could only see the back of her head but felt her breath wafting on my knob. It was not something to which I was unaccustomed. In my experience with the nuns, there was usually not much scrutiny of what was protruding from my fly. Rather, the person bending over was either on her knees or was quickly putting it into her mouth. But Sister Natalie often studied it.

As I heard, “It’s SOH beautiful Toby,” the blast of her hot breath made me wince as she opened her mouth to take me inside its cavity. There was a muted sigh, then the tingling feeling of her tongue licking in the groove on the underside of my glans. While most mouths that had fellated me began bobbing immediately, Rina’s was one of lingual exploration, finding slits, grooves, indentations, pimply bumps, and bulging veins each when discovered she acknowledge with a sighing “hmm.”

Her mouth came off my penis and she pressed it to her cheek in a cuddle as she said, “I can’t explain why doing this feels so wonderful Toby. I’ve loved it since the first time I did it in Sergei’s office. I am almost positive other women have done it to him there and I understand why. He was so vulnerable when he sat on the couch next to me just as did when I sat beside you.” Taking me inside her mouth again she bobbed three times and pulled off and held it to her cheek again.

Looking uncertainly into my eyes she said, “Would you think me wicked if I told you that as I rode the bus to work and back home my mind has often been dwelling on doing this with you?”

While I had developed good control of myself due to Sister Natalie’s excellent sexual tutelage, the sex I enjoyed with the other sisters, and my dalliances with Kathy and Rosie, Rina’s disclosure of her fantasies about me caused an excitement that made me clamp the cheeks of my ass together to keep from cumming. When I was sure I could continue without losing it I said, “Would you be surprised if I told you I have had similar thoughts about you?”

Giving me a caring smile, she said, “Not surprised Toby. I understand young boys often fantasize about older women. And it has not escaped me that you’ve stared at the impression my vagina makes in my shorts (I was embarrassed she had caught me doing it.).” She went on, “It is wrong for me to have been thinking about you sexually anyway. A woman my age isn’t supposed to be having thoughts like these about a boy your age.” With an amused chuckle added, “But your age is not your age is it, Toby.”

I knew what she was talking about. Given my experience with the number of women and girls I had been sexually involved with over the last year, I was impressed with my experience myself. Just the same I still had trouble fathoming it.

It was with a “ho-hum” that she simply bent down and attended to her pleasurable pursuit.

While she lusciously tantalized the symbol of my malehood I had to concentrate on not letting go. Maybe because of the nuns who apart from Sister Natalie had gone about it in such a systematic way. My young girlfriends were not mature enough to understand the nuances of blowjobs. But at my age just having my cock sucked took me into a different world. Now though I understood the importance of being fellated by a person who worshipped the purpose of it. The way Rina’s mouth warmed and salivated in her excitement while her tongue searched every nanometer of my erect penis, made sure every nerve ending was being attended to.

“STOP,” I had to say to keep from exploding. It was not just to keep from ejaculating but also for fear of passing out when I did it.

“Am I doing something wrong, Toby?”

Panting heavily, I said, “You’re just driving me, CRAZY Rina.”

With a muted chuckle she said, “That’s what Sergei used to say to me.” She said it in a way that sounded like she was pleased by my reaction. “He referred to me with a vulgar term which I at first took as a compliment and ultimately came to love.”

Gazing into my eyes while smiling in a kittenish way I said as my breath was coming down, “May I ask what it was?”

With a demure drop of her eyes, she shrugged and said, “He called me the most incredible cocksucker in the world. “Her face flushed. “I, I shouldn’t have repeated that you Toby. I’m sorry. But Sergei always made me feel like I was the perfect woman for him.”

Strangely, the reference to her husband excited me making my body tingle all over. Here I was with this woman who had been so mysterious to me, a confirmed isolationist. She had invited me in this morning, beckoned me into her driveway on my way home, and was now sucking my dick to oblivion on her back patio.

What was happening was shocking enough. At fifteen I had never used much profanity. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t heard the term cocksucker, it was used in the locker room all the time not even relating to the act. Her husband is right. I had no idea if she was the best at it in the world, but she was certainly the best at it so far in my life. She was so forthright in her response that it completely disarmed me. Even though words coming from her mouth shocked me more than I would have imagined, the fact she used them with me had me on fire. How can this be happening to me? I just wanted to take her in my arms and cuddle her.

Her eyes held mine as her hand grasped my saliva-moistened penis and said, “We haven’t even kissed Toby. It seems wrong that we didn’t kiss before I put this in my mouth. (Squeezing my cock). Taking her hand off my penis she sandwiched my face between her hands and asked. “May I kiss you, Toby?”

Surprised she was deferring to me in such a way I finally resolved to make moves on my own. Leaning my face into hers I pressed my lips against hers as tenderly as I knew how. Moaning in surprise she met my kiss in such a nuanced, enthusiastic way which made my stomach flutter. Like magic, our mouths opened simultaneously. Unlike a young girl lacking nuance or a nun devoid of passion, she was a woman who had loved a man and had been loved by him to the highest degree.

I would soon be learning how my being here was all part of a quest she had been thinking about from the first time I saw her get off the bus. Her fellating me was an incredible surprise that shocked me with its rollercoaster thrilling. It must have come from her longstanding cock hunger confirmed by the importance of our first act of intimacy. Why prostitutes don’t kiss their Johns might just be a sign explaining lips touching lips as being too intimate for such a lewd involvement. As our lips sealed so softly and tenderly my heart sang and a purring buzz tingled in my ears. Had I been standing I am sure my knees would have given out. My erect penis had hardened to the point of making my balls ache.

Breaking the kiss she cooed in my ear, “For a boy your age Toby Wakefield you kiss like a seasoned lover. I am putty in your hands.” She breathed rapidly as she hugged me in perceived desperation.

Though I thought it odd for her to say what she did I was transfixed by an infatuation that made me say, “I, I never imagined kissing could be so ... so OVERPOWERING.”

Her mouth pressed on mine again. Our tongues danced. Instinctively my hand went to her bare knee. Aware of her legs opening and closing I remembered her doing that absently as she drank her tea on the couch. My hand went directly between them. As I touched the fabric of her shorts and felt the puffiness my eyes had previously seen I realized she had been like a siren beckoning me with its exposure. Testing the softness overlapping the seam in her crotch I also felt how damp the area of fabric had become. Figuring her node would be bulging and accessible I explored the seam ‘til I felt the rise of her clitoral prominence and pressed. Jerking with electricity she continued working her lips passionately on mine until air blasted out of her nostrils.

I had never felt this kind of energy in sex before. Natalie worked hers with a plan. The sisters ground theirs on a fast track to release. And the girls reacted like whining puppies with new toys. At the touch of my finger on her clitoris, Rina engaged with me in a novelty of eagerness I had not yet experienced. “YES Toby!” she urged as her hands went to the button on her shorts and urgently undid it before unzipping her fly.

Stunned by the neatly trimmed auburn triangle at the base of her soft white belly I parted her puffy lips and divided the wafery salmon-colored labia. Thrilled by the warm wetness of her sex I pushed the leading edge of my hand into her spongy salmon trough and felt her legs close and imprison my hand in the haven of her sex.

“You have a sense of what this is about Toby, and I like it,” Rina said with pleasure, “Can there be other females in your life enjoying this?” Then adding something interesting she said, “I’ve only been with one man in my life and don’t want you to think of me as a loose woman.”

Befuddled by her unnecessary pronouncement I shared, “I can only say I am thrilled to be with you, Rina. But there are two girls in the neighborhood with whom I’ve learned a few things.” I don’t know why I confessed but wanted her to know I was not a virgin. So, I easily found her clit with my finger (it was luscious) and lubed it with her juices then began tenderly caressing it in tiny circles.

Biting her lip, she snuffled and said, “I understand Toby. Somehow, you have learned the nuances of a woman’s body.” I pressed my finger and slid it around her slippery node. “OH, YES do it that way Toby, yes, Yes, YES.”

Dipping my finger in the sauce of her pussy, I slid it back to the swollen node, skating over it with pressure, a poke ... then a slippery massage. “Oh yes Toby yes, YES. OH,” her legs closing tightly on my hand. Pushing her peeking clit hard inside her sheath she cried, “YES, That’s IT.”

Rina was wetter than any female I had been with. It seemed suitable to use two fingers to wedge open her vagina, so I pushed them well inside past the knuckles—a stunningly tight fit.

“Oh Toby,” she praised, “that feels SO good.”

Just as Sister Natalie had instructed me over a year ago, I turned my fingertips to the front wall of her vagina and hooked them forward as I felt for the bulge of her g-spot. “Oh TOH-BY, I can’t BELIEVE it. How did you know about THAT?”

“I’ve always been curious,” I said as casually as I could muster “Never know what you’ll find if you’re willing to explore,” thinking myself so cool.

“You little DEVIL,” Rina said with a disbelieving chuckle, “this feels s-o-o GOOD.” Placing my thumb on her clitoris I moved my fingers like a dildo inside her pussy, raking her g-spot with my fingertips as I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb. “JESUS,” she erupted as she humped against my hand, “Oh GOD YESSS.”

The way she kissed me seemed desperate to have her mouth on mine. As she worked her lips her tongue twisted with mine. Her body writhed as she moaned and humped against my fingers. Unaccustomed to the intensity of such passion I found myself struggling to keep from coming. Having perfected that ability with Sister Natalie it had ordinarily become easy for me. But Rina Strelnicov was an entirely different kettle of fish. Lusting for her from the first time I had seen her getting off the bus I understood what it meant when I heard men talking about “really hot women.” Now, in our clutching, I knew Rina was certainly one of them.

In the fervor of our kissing, she seemed to have forgotten about my pranging erection. Now in the throes of heightened passion, she grabbed it and said, “I want you inside me, Toby,” clutching and shaking it for emphasis. “I want you to fuck me so BADLY. Let’s go to my bedroom.”

More interested in instant gratification, staying on the patio, and fucking appealed to me. I wanted her to ride me on the fluffy, three-cushioned couch., “NO RINA,” I said. “You can ride my cock right here.”

Having never considered taking control with Sister Natalie I had recognized a little girlishness about Rina that made my sexual wants easier to explore taking charge of. Though it was hot and humid on the patio and there were bugs to contend with I wanted to consummate our sex right where we began. Envisioning Rina riding my cock I wanted it to happen there.

“You are right Toby,” she said more agreeably than I expected, “We need to take care of our passions IMMEDIATELY, to fuck each other to the edge of our passion before pursuing it in a more sophisticated manner in bed.”

Quickly on her feet, she kicked her shorts off her ankle, peeled off her panties, and unbuttoned and stripped her shirt. It was a sight I never expected to see—the dream of a horny kid. But this beautiful, mysterious lady standing naked before me, glistening with perspiration from our exertion was too magical to believe.

In her naked obedience, she implored me, “Will you take off your clothes and get naked with me Toby?’”

Having been given the reins brought with it a new kind of attitude. Accustomed to Sister Natalie’s demands I considered it normal to accede to her commands. Kathy and Rosie did whatever I wanted but those were more like joint efforts. Now just the suggestion to an adult made me feel like a real stud. It was easy to accommodate her request to undress. So, I stripped my shirt and got out of my pants, and stood before her with my naked erection waggling between us. Ogling her remarkably perky breasts I saw what must have been C cups. They were beautifully shaped with 1 1 /2-inch oval areolas centered by longish nipples the size of large peanuts. Sitting down in the center of the couch I held out my arms.

As anticipation washed her face she scanned my body, placed one knee beside my right hip, put her hand on my chest while pointing her other knee into the cushion then planted it. Hunching her shoulders, she looked down at my upward reaching cock and lowered her shoulder as she reached for the turgid projection. Wrapping it with her fingers she looked up while concentrating on moving my knob through her moistened slot to her hole. Finding the indentation, she lowered her body against it to make the connection and eased her vaginal opening over my bulbous head. With a joyous grin, she said, “Oh baby,” as she sat on my knob completely sinking my shaft inside her. “Oh BABY,” she gasped again then pressed her breasts against my chest and cried out “OH BABY.”

As her smooth, muscular ass sank into my thighs I felt rivulets of perspiration finding channels between her breasts and my chest and sensed how Rina’s breath settled into a focused rhythm of delight. Savoring the ecstasy of coupled sex, the closeness of our bodies, the penetrated grafting of our sexual organs it became the most sensual piercing I could have imagined. My world glowed with what was happening to my body in the moment of total achievement. Having held my breath in anticipation of penetration I released pent-up air which wafted these words, “I have been thinking of this from the moment I saw you, Rina.”

“But it was dark,” she said, “What could you have seen?”

“Your legs Rina. I saw them in the headlights of the bus and have been dreaming about them from that moment.”

“You’re such an enthusiastic young man Toby,” she gasped in complimented glee. “I saw it the moment you signed me up for the newspaper. It bothered me how you kept avoiding me. I wanted so badly to be close to you so I could get to know you better. When you finally signed me up for the paper, I was surprised how easy it was to figure out what a sexual human being you are as well.”

She paused for a moment closed her eyes, shook her head, and with the smile of The Monalisa said, “I chided you but wanted to hug you to my breast ... to cuddle you.” another pause. “Do you feel it, Toby? The beat of my heart in your penis? It is AMAZING, I feel the beat of yours in my vagina. Sex is such a marvelous thing ... to feel like we are one yet separate to ourselves?”