Chapter 3: The Shower

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked from my position on the sofa.

Looking up from where she was seated on the floor, between my legs. "Oh, yes," she said in her gravely voice. A big smile lighting up her sweaty face. It had been a few minutes, though only a few minutes since the biggest orgasm of her life and she was starting to calm a bit. Her huge nipples and over-sized areola were bobbing less and less as her breathing calmed. "It was better than anything I've ever felt before... but..."

"But?"

"Well, I have never seen a boy's thing before, and I was kind of hoping to see yours tonight."

"Well, Maki." I said, stroking her hair, "after that, we both need showers. I thought we might shower together. You can not only see it, but you can touch it and wash it for me. In fact, I thought we would wash each other." She was up like a shot and heading for the bathroom. I raised my warm beer and acted like I was taking another drink.

She stopped at the hall door and, looking back, stamped her foot. When I acted like I wasn't moving right away she came back, grabbed my arm, and tried to pull me from the sofa to my feet. Her tiny 80 pound frame couldn't move my 185 pounds of dead weight.

I didn't want to discourage or disappoint her though, so I set down my warm beer (I've always hated the taste of warm beer anyway) and allowed myself to be led into the bathroom.

As we had moved to the bathroom, Maki's enormous nipples, which had begun to relax, had swelled again to over three inches in length. They were pointed just slightly away from each other and ever so slightly raised beyond horizontal. I imagined that her huge clitoris was also becoming distended again, however I didn't have a view of it.

Considering what had just happened, it was almost unbelievable that I was still fully dressed. As I'd talked Maki through her very first erotic strip tease, and helped her cross her orgasmic threshold at the end, I'd only made two adjustments to my attire. I'd loosened my belt and pulled my shirt tail from my pants. Both had been interfering with my rising pecker. I was wearing a pair of chocolate brown hip-hugger flared jeans. When Maki had pulled me to my feet, my hard-on had shifted in my pants as I stood and walked. By the time we'd reached my small bathroom, it had shifted around until the head had actually worked it's way past the waistband and was hidden only by my shirt and the T-shirt beneath. I didn't try to adjust it.

In the bathroom, I stood quietly, not helping at all, as Maki started the water in the shower. Once the water was running and warming, she turned and dropped to her knees, unlacing my tennis shoes and removing them and my socks. Without raising herself from her knees, she leaned forward and bit the outside of my left thigh through my pants. "You said earlier that everything should be designed to tease and promise your partner things as yet unseen or ungranted." She shifted her head and bit the inside of my left thigh, as she slowly, lightly ran her hands up the backs of my pant legs towards my ass. Looking up she continued, "That still goes, right? Am I doing this well?" Her head moved to my right thigh, higher up nearer my crotch, where she nipped me again. My cock throbbed where it was trapped behind my jeans.

"That still goes and you are doing very well."

Her hands had reached my ass, under my shirts, and she massaged and squeezed my cheeks for long moments as her mouth continued walking it's way upwards. From leg to leg, back and forth, higher and higher, moving only inches at a time, her teasing teeth nipped my thighs through my jeans. As she neared the bottom of my hanging shirt tail, where it ended just below my crotch, her hands moved higher again behind me, until her fingers were curling over the waistband of my jeans. Her short fingernails angled to lightly drag across my skin. The sensation was so intoxicating, so exciting, I felt as if fireworks were igniting where her fingers and nails touched. The sensation passing through me and to my cock and scrotum. Both seemed to swell even larger within their confinement. She followed the tops of my pants around to the front, dragging, teasing and lightly pinching her way around. When she reached the hanging ends of my belt, she decided to remove that before proceeding further.

Using her left hand, she began working the belt free, loop by loop. Looking up into my eyes, she smiled and asked, "Do you like what I've learned from some of the books I've read?"

"Very much."

Still smiling, with her left hand pulling another segment of belt free, she reached around me with her right, placing it in the small of my back and pulling her face into my shirt before her. It was obvious to me when she felt the ridge under my zipper caused by my hardened cock. Turning her head sideways, she began using her teeth, applying pressure to the shaft, as she bit her way upwards.

The belt project had progressed to her right hand, as her brows were furrowing in surprise. She had reached the button at the top of my fly and realized she hadn't reached the end of my cock yet. There was only one loop to go when she shifted her head one last time, bringing her teeth down on my prick, through only my shirts, above the level of my waistband. Her teeth came down on that most sensitive of areas, just where the shaft narrows slightly at the base of the flaring head. Her bite was just hard enough to cause mild pain... but what an exquisite pain. She leaned back, frowning slightly, as she used both hands to pull my belt completely free.

Moving both of her hands to my front, Maki traced the outline of my hard-on through my clothes, starting from the bottom and working to the tip, where she pulled my shirts around it with her fingers and thumbs. Without a word, she began unbuttoning my shirt, standing as she went. Her eyes kept straying to my waistline, but my T-shirt fit loosely so there was nothing to see but the least of impressions. When the shirt was completely unbuttoned, Maki moved behind me, reached up and pulled it downwards, off my shoulders and arms. As soon as the sleeves cleared my wrists and hands, I took hold of the T-shirt's hem and lifted it over my head, dropping it to the floor by the bathroom door. I knew she wouldn't be able to remove it without my bending over, and in my present condition that would have been quite painful.

Maki moved around in front of me, staring at the tip where it protruded from my hip huggers. Her eyes widened, but she didn't say a word. Using both hands, she unzipped my pants then undid the top button, the backs of her fingers pressing inwards from both sides of my cock as the brass shot shell button finally came undone. Taking the waistbands of my jeans and my briefs, she slid both downward, gently, over my ass and hips. As they lowered she watched in amazement as more and more of the shaft came into view and it slowly lowered until it was pointing outwards, up and away from my crotch, the swinging sac hanging below. For the next five minutes, the only times she took her eyes from my cock were when she lowered her eyes to slide my pants over my upraised feet... first one, then the other... and when she moved aside the shower curtain to adjust the water temperature.

I believe she was intimidated. I could understand why, pretty much at least. She was seeing her first cock, a full grown, fully hard one at that. It wasn't the smaller boy cock that many girls discover while baby-sitting, or even the teenage cock most females lose their virginity to. When I was her age and chasing other sixteen-year-olds, I had a six-inch cock. The head was almost two inches across, but the shaft was only about an inch and a half. I measured things back then. Now, six years later, I had something close to two extra inches in length, another half inch in thickness at the shaft, and a quarter to half inch more width to the head. Although I had read the Kinsey report and some other garbage reporting a national average in sizes; even though I knew I had a little extra length over those reports; even though I'd had previous girlfriends tell me it was big... I never really believed it. I'd always thought I was simply normal in size... I mean, in the heat of the moment, when she wants it, a woman will say what she thinks her man wants to hear... just so the mood won't be ruined.

But to a girl seeing her first one, fully hard and engorged, a full grown one could probably be very intimidating. Especially when the girl was Maki's size. As I've already said, she looked like a skinny twelve or thirteen year old, both in her face, her height and her basic build. Were she to lay on her back, and were I to lay it up along her belly, it would have reached beyond her navel by at least two inches. I know she was wondering how it could fit... Hell, I was wondering how it could fit, even though I knew it could.

Finally, Maki had the water temperature to her liking. Pushing the curtain further open, she turned back to me and looked into my eyes. She had that devilish look in her eyes again, and I knew she had been deciding exactly what to do. With a grin, she reached out with her left hand and grasped my cock, giving it a slight pull. The sight of her face as the skin slid forward over the shaft with her pull was priceless. Oh, if a porn director could only accurately capture that look, the surprise and shock at the feel of it, the momentary horror as she thought the skin might slide off in her hand. I almost laughed out loud as she released it more quickly than she'd taken hold. Almost physically stepping away from me... it.

"I - is - is it supposed to do that?" she asked, looking back and forth from my hard-on to my face before settling on my eyes. Seeing the humor there she said, "Are you laughing at me?"

"No, not really. Just a little at the situation. I maybe should have warned you... but every girl I've ever been with had earlier experience, and knew what to expect. I didn't think to tell you about that. Yes, Maki. It is supposed to do that. In fact, if you held it and slid your hand up and down it long enough, I would have an orgasm."

"You would?" she said grasping it again and starting to jack it vigorously. Now it was my turn to almost step back, as I reached out suddenly and grabbed her wrist, stopping her arm.

"Whoa, dear. Stop before you hurt me. Yes, the skin moves over the shaft, but only so far. If you pull it farther, it pulls and hurts. If you squeeze it too tightly, it can hurt too, just like if you bit down too hard on yourself during that trick you showed me. Sometimes, a little pain can be okay, but too much pain, and there is no fun." She hadn't released my cock, but she wasn't trying to move her hand either. She was looking into my eyes and listening intently as I talked. The strength of her grip relaxed a bit, and she slowly, gently began sliding her hand up and down the shaft.

After a few strokes, she quit. Squeezing harder, she stepped backwards to the tub and pulled gently. I followed.

Once in the shower, with the curtain closed, Maki stepped close to me hugging me tightly, trapping my cock between us. Her stomach and mine molded around it. I hugged her back, and we stood, holding each other in the falling water for almost a minute without moving. As she relaxed her grip, a small shudder passed through her. She stepped back once again, and grasped my cock. Looking up from it up to my eyes she said, "I want this. I want to know... to feel... to understand what is in all those stories I have read... all those things I've heard the girls at school talking, giggling about. But seeing it... how can it fit?"

"It can fit, Maki. You will have to trust me, but it can fit. We have already discussed some old sex movies I have. Tomorrow you will see them. Tomorrow you will know. Tomorrow you will come to understand. But, not tonight. Tonight we shower, and pleasure each other without worries. Tonight I will wash you, and pleasure you doing it. Tonight you will wash me and pleasure me doing it. Tonight, we continue the fun you had in the living room. In the days to come, I will try to teach you what little I know; anything you want to learn. Okay?"

Her features lost their solemnity and her smile returned. "Okay," she said, still holding to my cock, but reaching behind me with her free hand and pulling herself close again. "I want to know it all. I want to try it all and to make you happy... tell me what to do, tonight."

Holding her close, looking down into her eyes, I thought about the best way to do what was coming. I thought about simply talking her through it, once again, but this was to be an even more personal experience. I thought about telling her to emulate me, do what I do, as I do it. Yet, the height differences, the differences in reach and experience would inhibit the experience. Playing for more time as I thought, I did something I have never done with a lover before... too potentially belittling. I bent over, wrapping an arm under her buttocks, placing a hand in the small of her back, and picked her up, holding her tightly. The move brought her head up just slightly above level with my own. Then I leaned in and started kissing her.

She released my cock as I lifted her. Wrapping her arms behind my neck and hugging herself more tightly to me, she spread her legs widely, clamping her knees to the sides of my hips. Transferring my hold to a hug, around her waist and upper back, I too hugged tightly. As we kissed, I relaxed my upper arm and began tracing small spider touches up and down her back; first on one side of her spine, then the other. Pausing momentarily at the nape of her neck with each pass. Slowly, over the course of long moments, small tremors began in her and her legs began relaxing, sliding down the outsides of my thighs. Finally, her knees slid free, her legs hanging loosely, lightly trapping my cock between them as it pointed rigidly away from my crotch. For a long moment we remained this way, as I thought of the best way to proceed.

When we relaxed our kiss, she again brought her knees at least part of the way back up, to the outside of my thighs. Relaxing my grip, I allowed her to begin sliding down the front of me. Her arms around my neck relaxed as she was lowered and her eyes remained locked to mine. Even though I knew it would hurt a bit, I held her to me closely as she slid. Her left thigh and ass cheeks were the first to make contact. My cock slid up her thigh and over until it was resting against her enormous clitoris and her labia. Still I lowered her, bending it downwards more and more as she slid over it. Her eyes clouding slightly as her distended clitoris was dragged across the length of my hard-on. Dragged until it met the underside of the hood, tried to hang there for a second, then slid over and past it. As the head of my cock was dragged through the tangled mat of her bush, I finally slid my hands to her sides and lifted her out and away from me, standing her on her feet as they came free of my legs.

When she was firmly standing on her own feet, I reached to the window sill and handed her the shampoo saying, "The one thing I will not do for you is your hair. That, you need to wash yourself. Whenever I have tried to wash a woman's hair for her, it has become a tangled mess." She took the bottle and stepped into the shower spray, wetting and beginning to soap up her hair. I continued talking, "I have thought about what may be the best way to go about this, and have decided that I will simply wash you first, trying to pay special attention to many of your more sensitive areas. Then, you will wash me. Allowing for the differences in our bodies, men have basically the same sensitive areas that women do. The most major differences for men are that a man is usually even more sensitive than a woman around the asshole and the area between that and his scrotum, his balls. The man's scrotum, his ball sac, and balls are very sensitive. We enjoy having them handled and played with, but you must be gentle about it or you can cause great injury.

The penis is definitely a pleasure center for men. Although touching, caressing, kissing and lightly nibbling at the shaft, or grasping and jacking it (like you were doing before) are definite pleasure bringers, the shaft itself is not as touch or sensation sensitive as you might think. The head, and hood area, here," I pointed and traced the area as she paused to look, is very sensitive. Very responsive to any touches, kisses, gentle nibbles which it receives. If you want to extend the experience, prolong and delay the orgasm, then attention here should be intermittent and fleeting. If you ever want to end the experience more quickly, satisfy him quickly and be done with it - for whatever reason - then pay extra, almost continuous attention to this area. It speeds things up."

She finished washing her hair, and quickly twisted it into a loose knot behind her neck, out of the way. Turning towards me, she simply waited. Suddenly it hit me: this was going to be much harder in its way than what I had talked her through in the living room. Then, she had been excited, in need, and had not known exactly what I was leading her through. Now, she had some idea of what was to come. She was still excited, still in need and wanting what was to come. Yet now she was also anticipating what she felt was to come. I truly hoped I was up to the task as I thoroughly wetted and soaped my hands. I began.

Soaping my hands until I had a froth of bubbles I decided to start standing and end kneeling and sitting. Using my thumbs, I began with her forehead, gently but completely soaping it, moving both thumbs with a circular motion. I covered her from eyebrow to hair line before moving to her temples, cheeks and chin. Using my fingertips, I did the same for her upper and lower lip, nose and ears before finally using my entire hands to gently coat her throat, neck and nape. Resoaping my hands, I initially started soaping both shoulders at once, then thought better of it. Transferring both hands to her left shoulder, I began soaping it; stretching my fingers and thumbs to their utmost, I was able to move both hands, in small concise circles... covering an area from her shoulder blades in the back, to the upper edge of her areola in the front. Slowly, yet with ever increasing pressure I began alternately tightening and relaxing my grip, creating a massage-like effect. Her left nipple, though still excited, had begun to relax... it perked up once more.

With the same treatment completed on her right shoulder, I paused. Her nipples once again stood fully erect. Thicker than my little finger and fully three inches long. Her areola had puffed up, expanded to more than an inch in depth. Their color had darkened also, deepening to dark reddish brown. Maki faced me, the shower head behind her, the water spraying on her from her lower back to her thighs. I placed my right hand behind her in the center of her back and used my left hand to gently press up, under her chin, pushing her head up and back, until she was looking at the ceiling. Her eyes had been closed for the last few minutes, she started to open them, "Keep your eyes closed, Maki. It's time for a rinse."

Dropping my right hand to her lower back, I moved closer to her, my hard-on once again against her stomach, our legs touching. Continuing to press lightly under her chin, I forced her to bend backwards, our thighs pressing more tightly together, my hand and arm supporting most of her weight. I kept up the pressure until her upper body was bent backwards into the spray. First her hair, the light knot untangling as the spray of water soaked it once again. Then her face, her neck, her shoulders, and finally her upper chest entered the spray. I stopped pressing. Using the fingers of my left hand, I began chasing the soap from those areas I had already washed, holding her suspended in the spray as I worked. Once she was rinsed, I continued to hold and support her as I reached for the bar of soap. Maki allowed herself to relax in the position I'd pushed her into, even going so far as to allow her arms to hang limply, down and away from her sides. Eyes closed, a small smile on her lips and a slight flush to her upper chest and throat, she seemed content.

Rubbing the bar across her abdomen and lower chest, I soaped her from her newly trimmed bush to the bottom edge of her sensitive areola, turning the bar in my hand a few times to soap it before setting it aside. Gently, yet firmly, I began washing her stomach, spreading the soap further, around her sides and between her breasts. Eventually, I began using only two finger tips as I began tracing the outline of the large scar on her stomach. I moved to her navel, using a single fingernail to gently trace around its edge, then tickle its center. Transferring my attention to her areola, I began with the left one. Slowly tracing a finger around its outer edge, I slowly spiraled inwards and upwards, sliding slowly around the puffy sides slowly moving to the center and the three inch flagpoles standing there. I began focusing my attention on the nipple itself, slowly sliding a soap slickened finger and thumb up opposing sides, until they met at the top. Changing my hand's position my finger and thumb began the long slide slowly back to the nipple's base, before another shift and another slow slide up to the tip.

As my finger and thumb worked on the left nipple, I bent forward and used my lips and teeth on her right chest, above the areola and nipple. Kissing and nibbling the freshly cleaned skin just below her shoulder, the only contact with the right breast being where her elongated nipple rubbed the underside of my chin and throat. A small soft sound was building in her throat. After what seemed like a long few minutes, but was probably no more than one, I transferred my hand's attention to her right breast and my lips and teeth to the area above her left. By the time I was finished with this new position, the soft sound in her throat was becoming a mild whimper. I kept a gargle glass resting on the ceramic tile sill of the frosted window behind the tub. Taking it down, I filled it with water from the shower spray and used it to rinse Maki's breasts.

Being active duty Air Force, I had been assigned in the Orient before being posted in California and setting up residence in this small studio apartment. With three years overseas, in several countries, if you include temporary duty assignments and leaves, I had quite a collection of varied sexual experiences in my recent past. One experience that had been repeated fairly frequently, with various levels of success, but a wide variety of techniques, had been blow-jobs.

Although most had been the basic mediocre to average hum-job, with little real technique, I had been the recipient of a few really outstanding, mind-numbing, knee-weakening, geyser-creating full on nut draining Hoover-jobs. They would have had the people at Eureka vacuums green with envy. I decided to use what I remembered of those techniques on the nipples before me. Moving my soapy hand to the top of her bush, I began sliding it first across her yet soapy stomach, then down into her brush garden, moving in slow, easy, gentle circles. Moving lower and lower into the forest of hair, from hip to hip, I began giving first one nipple a blow job, then the other.

I began by sliding my lips about half an inch down the nipple, then tried to suck it from her chest by the roots without sliding further down the stem. The tip seemed to first stretch against my tongue, then enlarge, becoming slightly bulbous. Maki jerked once under me, then relaxed... I saw her small smile broaden from the corner of my eye. Relaxing the suction, I swirled my tongue around the tip of the nipple, then pulled off just long enough to wet my lips with my tongue. I was truly enjoying myself. With my left hand I was concentrating on the area just north of her thickened labia, lightly stroking the spot, rubbing my fingers in small circles... letting their presence be known. Inticing her, but just off of the point where they would do any real good. I didn't want her popping her cork just yet.