Chapter 7

Dad's books were more than just porn, they were actually erotic art. Some had some rather detailed scientific descriptions and explanations. There were a few actual science books on the subject in his collection. It was the 'porn' part that originally caught a kid's eye, but I'm an avid reader, so I read it all, and learned. Since I started dating Carol, I'd been devouring them. He kept his books openly in the big book case. He'd raised an eyebrow the first time he saw me reading one, but never said anything.

"Have you cooled off enough to try something new? Remember, my arms are around you, hands clasped over your navel, holding you in a loving, warm, safe, embrace. Your hips are probably pumping very gently, and your whole body feels like it's glowing."

"Mmmmm. So nice! I feel so go-o-od!"

"Now, for our next round, you might want to move so you can sit down on the toilet, or the chair, if your knees get too weak. The chair would be much nicer than the toilet, but we use what we have, too. This time, you may feel like making some noise. I want you to feel free to make as much noise as you need to. Forget about neighbours, family. The only ones who count, are you and me, and I'm there for your pleasure. Nothing else. Ready?"

"Oh yeah, David! You got me so hot already, I'm dripping on the floor!"

My imagination soared. Just how wet does this wonderful nymph get?

"I'm standing behind you, holding you gently. My hands part from their grasp over your tummy. They separate, and rise, with fleeting touches and tickles, up your flanks. Your shirt rises and falls with my hands, as they stroke up and down your sides. Each upstroke lifts your shirt higher. My caresses tease and tickle."

"OOO. Ni-i-i-c-c-e. <giggle>"

"My hands continue to work up and down along your ribs. Your shirt rises and rises. It rises past your nipples. It catches on the downward fall, snagged on your very erect nipples, and stays above your nips. My hands continue to caress, up your sides then circle in. They gently clasp and massage your breasts. I flick you nipples with both index fingers. The shock travels straight to your clit. Your flow starts again. My hands come up under your shirt, and lift it over your head. You help me take it off."

"Mmmm. So nice! It's off!"

"My hands are back on your hips. I pull you gently into me. Your breasts are open to my view over your shoulder. Oh Heavenly Day! They're absolutely perfect! Somewhat conical, but with a weight meant for suckling babies. Your nipples are pink, and very erect. My hands wander up and caress them. My mouth waters, I want to suck on them, but I'm only allowed to use my hands. You moan softly and lean back into me. It's pure love, and it feels almost dreamlike."

"MMMM. I'm licking my lips. I want you to suck them! Don't stop! Oh! That feels so good!"

(I think she's improvising. Good.)

"My hands wander slowly down from your breasts, back toward your tummy. They dip down past your navel, caressing the front of your hips, lightly teasing along the edge of your lovely brown curls, then back up toward your navel. My hands seem to wander all over your body, caressing, teasing, tickling... pinching. There's so much sensation, your head starts to spin a little, but it's not uncomfortable. The feelings are indescribably delicious. Sometimes fleeting, like a small bird flickering from sunlight to shadow."

(I got that one out one of Dad's books for sure!)

"Oooooooo. Ahhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

"My hands continue their sensuous exploration of your body, descending toward your pubis. Fingertips touching fingertips, they explore your curls and mound. A single finger gently discovers the top of your slit at the bottom of your soft curls. It probes gently, then retreats. Your hips thrust forward, looking to recapture that elusive finger. My hands move down together again, tracing along the outside edges of your curls, down to the tops of your thighs. My fingers wrap toward your inner thighs, just below your vulva. They grip and pull. Instinctively your thighs open, allowing my hands access to your innermost sanctuary. Your inner thighs are sopping with your juices. Your hips are gently thrusting. You're getting hotter and wetter."

"O-o-o-o-o-o-o. M-m-m—m-m—mmm. More!"

"My left hand traces back up toward your breasts. It cups and squeezes one, then the other. I tease the nipple on one breast then move to the other, cupping it, pinching and teasing the nipple. Small electric jolts keep surging to your clit. Meanwhile, my right hand stokes up from your thigh, moves over onto you curly mound. It rubs in a circular motion, palm down, pressing your mons. Your hips start to gyrate and pump a little more insistently."

"MMM-mm—mm--mmmm. A-a-a-a-a-hhh! Oh don't stop. Pleeeeesse!"

"My right hand continues its exploration of your most private and sensitive parts as my left hand massages and teases your breasts, your nipples. My right hand moves lower, searching. A finger finds the top of your slit. It probes, this time it stays. Your hips thrust forward, trying to trap it. I work it in and out of your slit. Your breathing is getting, heavier, faster."

" <gasp> <pant> <pant> Ooooooo"

"My right hand moves lower. My fingers explore the folds of your labia. You part your thighs even farther. You want me to have better access. I find the bottom of your labia. You are so wet. They've already opened, parted by themselves. I run my finger up through your parted labia. You are super lubricated. Your whole body shudders and jerks in a mini orgasm. I keep my fingers in your labia, moving, sliding... teasing."

" OH!OH!OH! A-A-A—A-A-A-A-A-HH! MMMMMMMMMMM <PANT><GASP> Pleeeeeeeeeeeeese!!"

"Your hips are rocking really well now. My left hand continues to tease your nipples. My right hand moves toward the top of your labial slit. It finds a little nubbin! Hard! Super sensitive to the touch. It's your clitty! I touch it with one finger. Your hips jerk. I flick it with my finger! Your hips jerk forward hard enough you almost lose your balance. You recover, but you're starting to see stars every time I touch that super sensitive little bud!"

"OH! OH! OH! O-O-O-O-OOO-OO-OOO—OOOOOO-OO. YOU'RE KILLING ME-E-E-E!!"

(Her voice is getting louder, but she's so into it now, she doesn't care.)

"Oh to suffer such a death! My right hand continues its exploration. It leaves your clit for the moment, and again explores your labial folds, teasing searching. Your thighs part to their maximum width while still standing!"

"OH GOD! OH GOD!"

"Yes, Praise the Lord. He created you for this pleasure! My left hand continues to play with your breasts. It occasionally strays lower, and tickles your navel. Then back up to your breasts, caressing ever so softly along the way... my right hand is still wandering in your sopping furrow. A finger finds an opening. Gently, ever so gently, it probes into that tight little hole where no man has ever been before. Your whole body shakes and writhes... I bring my hand back toward the top of your slit to your clitty. I flick it with a finger. Sparks fly in your mind. Your knees buckle, and you collapse onto your chair, as another mini orgasm ripples through your body."

" OH GOD! OH GA-A-W-W-D-DD! D-A-A-V-V-I-I-D-D!"

"You're sitting in your chair, leaning back against me. My arms are still around you. Left hand still pinching, tickling, teasing your breasts, nipples. The pleasure is so intense, you hardly know your own name. Let me remind you... Oh, Caro-o-l A-A-nnn-e... Waves of love mix with waves of pleasure. You're almost delirious. It's almost too much, but I work you higher still. My right hand resumes its gentle probing. A single finger slips into your virgin hole. The shock is ecstatic! I work it around, and in and out, probing a little deeper on each inward thrust. Your thighs spread even more. Your feet lift off the floor. My finger meets a barrier. It retreats, leaving your hymen intact. This is not the time for pain, even the fleeting pain of a broken maidenhead."

A caution to her...

"OH GOD! OH! OH! MMMMMMM! <PANT> <PANT> <GASP>. DON'T STOP! IT'S BUILDING! ITS BUILDING!"

"My hand moves to the top of your delicious little pussy. I rest the palm on the edge of your mons, fingers trailing down into your sopping furrow. My middle finger reaches to your tight little virgin tunnel. I insert it to the first knuckle. I work it around. Your tunnel loosens... I'm able to insert my index finger, too. Oh! You're so unbelievably, deliciously tight, hot, and wet! Your hips are bucking wildly, round and round, up and down. My left hand continues its sensory assault on your beautiful, firm breasts."