Chapter 13: Off my chest

The situation was surreal. Here we were, hurrying off to inaugurate a sexual relationship, yet we were sitting as far apart as the size of the cab would permit, staring angrily out of opposite windows without a word to each other. I was furious with Fran for having forced me to give way when all I wanted was for her own good, and I could see she was equally upset at my reluctance to give her what she wanted. But she was still eager; when we got to the flat she fumbled with the keys in her impatience and muttered some Scottish imprecation under her breath.

She gripped my hand firmly and led me straight to her bedroom. I sat down on the bed while she, still without a word to me, hurriedly and without any preamble began to undress, keeping her back to me with an incongruous modesty that in a better mood I should have found charming.

I removed my tie and shirt and was standing up to drop my trousers as Fran, still with her back to me, slipped out of her knickers and was naked. As she turned I could see she was still thoroughly out of temper. "Right," she said impatiently. "Let's get on with —"

The anger vanished from her face. Her jaw dropped and her eyes, widening like saucers, focused on my immense throbbing erection. Suddenly she was unsteady on her bare feet; she swayed a little, then her legs gave way and she landed with a thump on her knees. She did not collapse any further: for a few moments she simply knelt there, a few feet in front me, stark naked and staring unashamedly at my cock. She looked so endearingly ridiculous that my own anger ebbed away.

I playfully tweaked the cock (no hands, pure muscle control) as if to say, "Come hither." Her eyes followed it as it bobbed up and down and she gave a smile combining amusement and lust. She shuffled forward on her knees until she was almost touching the cock. I gave the muscle a stronger tweak and this time maintained the tension instead of releasing it, so that the cock rose in front of her face. Her eyes, widening yet further, eagerly followed its ascent. Now its tip was inches from her nose.

She cautiously and slowly raised a hand toward it, apparently terrified to touch it. When finally her finger brushed against it she withdrew her hand sharply as if she had had an electric shock. Then she touched it more confidently and ran her hand gently along its shaft. All the time her face was wreathed in a look of sheer wonderment.

"Kiss it," I whispered. She leant forward slightly to touch her lips tenderly against it, subjecting me to an exquisite agony of sexual tension that I bore as long as I could. Finally I raised her gently to her feet and embraced her. We kissed passionately. I laid her on the bed and admired her perfection for a moment. She gazed lovingly at me, almost trembling with anticipation. She did not speak, but sighed with pleasure as I lowered myself slowly on top of her and kissed those modest but perfect breasts. My desire for her was now uncontainable; I moved up so I could kiss her neck, her ears, and finally her ripe inviting lips, while I could feel my cock searching eagerly for the moistness of her pussy.

My cock found her wet lips and gently I pressed it home. She gasped. I was frightened of hurting her, for she was no mature woman like Wendy or free spirit like Connie or Kylie or Gina. This was the tight young cunt of a good girl with a sheltered Scottish upbringing. She had told me about the boyfriend she had had at university, and since coming to London she had gone out a few times, and even spent a romantic weekend in Venice with someone she met at a speed-dating event, but the relationship had soon fizzled out. So far as I knew that was the extent of her sexual experience, so I entered her cautiously in a series of gentle thrusts, pushing in a little farther each time before withdrawing. At each thrust she inhaled with a sharp gasp, whether of pleasure or pain it was impossible to tell, and her body tensed, her back arching and her buttocks clenching together. Each time I pulled back, she relaxed and let out a huge sigh. As the thrusts got deeper her reactions grew more intense; finally I pushed in as far as I could and this time she gave a convulsive shudder, her buttocks forcing themselves together and raising her hips as if her body wanted to force my cock even deeper. And then she was quite limp, the breath escaping her lungs like air from a paper bag and a smile of ineffable bliss on her slightly open mouth.

Slowly at first, I thrust up and down inside her. I was beginning to understand the effects of FUCK and I knew she would come again when I did (which could not be long). I also thought that maybe I could exercise some control over my cock after all. As my movements gradually grew faster, and even in her blissed-out state some primal instinct of Fran's made her hips start to buck gently, I felt my climax approach. Fran's movements grew stronger, she was breathing faster and more deeply, and I felt her back begin to arch again.

Then I came. And as my juices bathed her insides, Fran also climaxed with an overwhelming sense of bodily release and a massive sigh that seemed to empty her lungs of every particle of air.

But I had not finished. By sheer will-power I had managed to constrict some penile muscle and interrupt the flow of spunk. I moved gently in and out, gathering my strength for the final onslaught. But I could hold myself back only for a few moments. Then I accelerated again, and once more the animal in Fran bucked back at me. Her response was stronger this time, as if her deepest sexual instincts were finding expression, maybe for the first time. Her unexpected vigour excited me still more and my cock, now utterly free of any conscious restraint, powered in and out faster and faster. And suddenly her whole body was answering my thrusts and she convulsed under me as no woman had ever done, moans of pleasure escaping her at every movement.

I orgasmed again, pumping spunk into her as if I should never stop. The first jet seemed to galvanise her, tensing every muscle, and she hovered on the brink of release until the final great blast escaped me. Then, finally, she came again, hugely this time, with what was almost a roar of blessed release. All the tension simply flowed out of her and what was left beneath me was a helpless rag doll, her glassy eyes unseeing and her whole body, I suddenly realised, wet with perspiration.

It took me a few minutes to gather my own senses and pull myself out of Fran and onto the bed by her side. It would, I knew, be some time before she recovered. I should have liked to stay and talk her down but I needed to get home to Wendy so I reluctantly got up and dressed. Before leaving I found a blanket and draped it tenderly over her, and I leant over her to hear her shallow breathing and kiss her unresponding lips.