Chapter 6: This is the Day of the Expanding Man

I woke early - needing to piss, and was semi hard as usual. Leslie opened a sleepy eye, and stretched out a hand to grab me as I moved to leave the bed. I didn’t know if her intent was lascivious, but half mast rapidly became full mast. It was uncomfortable, and in any case, I had a definite program for the early morning encounter I had planned.

“I have to go.” I extracted myself from Leslie’s grasp, and went to her bathroom, did my business, and flossed and brushed away my morning breath. Leslie was still keen to rub her body against me, and we moved to a clinch as soon as I got back in the bed.

I really wanted her to go to the bathroom so I could set the scene for our encounter, and eventually managed to put a little pressure on Leslie’s lower belly without being too obvious about it. That worked straight away.

“I need to pee.” As soon as the bathroom door closed behind her, I was out of bed and rummaging for a towel, and by the time Leslie reappeared freshly scrubbed, I was standing by the bed with the towel around me. It hid my nakedness, but not my continuing arousal. I stood half sideways, and avoided looking at her, but from the corner of my eye, I saw her stiffen, almost freeze.

Still not looking at her, I began to scratch and stroke myself through the towel. Leslie stayed immobile in the bathroom doorway, but her breathing became quite ragged and very loud. I put the towel over my shoulder and began to jack myself slowly, still facing half away from her. Peripheral vision tracks movement very well, and I was able to follow the movement of Leslie’s hand as it crept slowly from her side to her delta, and then pressed between her legs. She made a tiny sound, halfway between a sigh and a moan, and I turned to face her, still fondling my length.

“I swear to God I never had a single sexual thought about you before Rangitoto.”

“Mmm.” Leslie’s reply was inarticulate. Her body remained rigid and immobile, but her hand continued to press between her legs, and her eyes were glazed.

“I wanted to fuck all your friends, but I never thought of you that way.” I paused and eyeballed her. “Until Rangitoto.” Leslie’s body began to tremble. “I was so ashamed and upset when I realised you had seen me pleasuring myself, and when you turned and ran away I didn’t know what to do. But when I smelled you, I understood that you were turned on too.”

“Mmmm” Leslie’s trembling increased and she began to pant softly.

“The whole area smelled of you, and that smell stayed with me until I died. After Rangitoto, you were the centre of my sex life for the next ten years. I used to jack off remembering that smell, and imagining sex with you.”

“You never...” Leslie moved towards me and I put both arms around her while she held my face with one hand and kept the other between her thighs.

“Of course not. It was bad enough being a secret pervert.” I was acutely aware of my cock pressing against Leslie’s belly, nestling into the groove formed by the smooth skin of her abdomen and her forearm pressed against it as she fingered herself. “Even if you were incredibly horny and lustful and turned on to me, you didn’t need incest and all the messy stuff that goes with that and neither did I.”

“But I was obsessed!” Leslie seemed to become aware of my cock against her belly and leaned into me further, grinding the back of the hand that covered her mons against my upper thighs.

“So was I, but even in fantasy, you weren’t ready. You haven’t been ready until now!” I bent to kiss her, and the feeling of Leslie’s warm wet lips against my own was even more electric than usual. My cock twitched against her, and she took her hand off herself and put it, slick with her juices, around my shaft. I smelled her arousal, and wordlessly took control.

Keeping my mouth pressed to hers, I backed Leslie towards the bed, and as the backs of her knees contacted the edge of the mattress, we separated, and I laid her back over it with her legs dangling. She moaned softly and let go of my penis, parting her legs as I sank to my knees between hers. I knew that she was very responsive to having her groins massaged and her pelvic floor stimulated, so that’s where I started. Besides, I wanted my mouth free to whisper.

“I have been obsessed with wondering what you look like between your legs ever since Rangitoto.” A very brief experimental lick up one of her outer labia, across her clitoral hood, and down the other outer lip, and I continued. “I have never forgotten your smell, so I knew you would be juicy, but for years and years I wondered how you would look. You are quite beautiful. A beautiful little pussy.” Leslie moaned some more and wriggled. “I pressed the flat of my tongue against her inner lips and licked up firmly over her clit. “And when you turn on and juice up, your pretty little pussy becomes a tight wet slippery little cunt!” More moaning and wriggling, then Leslie’s energy changed subtly, as she got caught up in the fantasy we were constructing.

“I used to get so wet thinking about your big hard cock rubbing up against me there, and pushing in a little way, where I’m so wet and slick and slippery” She giggled. “Pushing in further and further each time until you are all the way in me.”

I bent my right middle finger and palm up, rubbed the knuckle up and down her inner lips. They swelled further and pooched out around it. I pushed in a bit, but my knuckle met the same muscular resistance at the entrance to Leslie’s vagina as before.

“I’ve been saving myself for you,” Leslie whispered. She lay passively on the bed, with both hands on the top of my head, but made no effort to control or direct me. It was an almost complete surrender. Grandad could do as he wished

“And I’ve been saving myself for you, so relax as much as you can.” I began to press my knuckle against her slippery vulva, rotating it slightly against the muscular ring of her entrance, and Leslie squirmed and wriggled and panted. I straightened my finger, and put the very tip between her inner lips, pushing in again until I met the resistance. Then I went to work with my mouth again. I transferred my attention to the big tendons in her groins, kissing, licking and sucking them.

Then, as Leslie responded with a squirm and a giggle, I did something completely new to her. I started to blow gentle raspberries on them. Her reaction was immediate and strong. She tried to buck me off her pelvis, and made a lot more noise. Despite the bucking, I got no sense that she wanted me to stop, and since there was now no resistance whatever, I slipped my middle finger into her slick warmth. Her body arched, and her whole pelvis came off the bed. My mouth came with it, and I moved my attention to her mons, blowing the raspberries on the fatty flesh around her clit.