Chapter 5: His First Time

Upstairs the unlikely pair entered Lesa's bedroom. "Take everything out of your pockets and put it up here. There's no risk of cotton clothing being stained, but they'll be uncomfortable to wear when that stuff dries out. It's harder to remove after it gets really stiff. I'll rinse off your jeans while you shower." Lesa had completely unbuttoned her blouse while she spoke. She quickly unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. She removed her blouse and hung it on the valet with the skirt. She then turned to Jake wearing only a light gray bra, matching French cut panties, garter belt and sheer stockings. Jake obediently handed Lesa his jeans and tried not to stare. She was breathtaking!

She directed him to the master bath and followed him into the spacious room. He took the hint when she tugged on his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. He blushed a lot as he removed his boxers, even though she had her back to him as she started and adjusted the shower. She was beautiful even from behind. Her softly defined ribs tapered into distinct waist before flaring into athletic hips. The garter belt, suspenders, and stockings framed her beautiful butt. The shimmering gray satin of her panties only emphasized the soft smoothness of the moons they revealed at the leg openings.

Taking the rest of his clothes she said, "Normally you shouldn't shower right before being intimate. You'll smell and taste like soap instead of a lover, but we'll make an exception for you tonight. You'll undoubtedly feel better about yourself after cleaning up a bit."

She turned and ran warm water into one of the sinks and rinsed out both his boxers and jeans using a mild detergent typically reserved for her delicates. "These won't be completely dry when you're ready to leave, but they should be more comfortable than they would be saturated with dry, crusty cum. And they should be dry enough that no one will notice."

She hung the clothes on a rack above a large whirlpool tub and turned to face the shower door. "Please hurry, I'm waiting."

Jake was thoroughly rinsing his genitals and ass to remove as much soap residue as humanly possible. Stepping out after turning off the water he said, "Sorry," as Lesa handed him a fluffy white towel and squatted down with a second towel to dry his legs and buttocks.

It took a minute to get most of the water out of his hair. Lesa stepped back as he was drying his genitals. She was standing in the middle of the room with her arms relaxed at her sides. They locked eyes and Jake was still for a good fifteen seconds before saying, "What?"

"I'm no longer in charge," Lesa replied. "You can undress me yourself, ask me to undress, use hand signals or smoke signals. Whatever you want, I'll do. You cannot embarrass or shock me, and I'll not think badly of you for anything you want to try." Jake dropped the towel and reached toward her right arm with his left hand. Lesa reached out and surrendered her hand. Jake's phallus was hanging down between his thighs, but was starting to fill with blood. "Hopefully I won't over-excite you like those sweet young things downstairs."

Jake's dick twitched as he thought about the incredible scene that had caused him to cum in his pants. Turning back to Lesa he said, "Let's not talk or think about them for a while, okay?"

In an effort to shore up Jake's confidence, Lesa advised him, "If you focus on my reactions and responses rather than my 'parts', you'll be in better control of your own excitement level. Try to relax and enjoy yourself. As crazy as it sounds, if you don't worry about pleasing me; you will please me."

Lesa followed his young, naked butt back into the bedroom. Jake pulled the comforter, blanket, and top sheet all the way to the foot of the bed as a single unit while Lesa watched quietly, not offering to help. Jake turned and sat on the bed tapping a finger to his chin while thinking. "Do you need help removing the bra?" he asked.

Lesa turned and backed up to him. "There are four hooks holding the strap together. It's a struggle for me to reach them. It would be easier if you undo the hooks that hold it together." When she felt him grab a strap in each hand and struggle to maneuver the small hook out of the seemingly smaller eye, she suggested, "It's easier if you use the thumb and forefinger of one hand, press into my back on either side of the fastener and pinch two sides together." He tried the technique on the second hook. By the time he got down to the fourth hook he understood how it worked. "With a little practice you can reach around from the front and pop a bra open, literally, with a snap of your fingers. We can practice that another day if you think you'll ever encounter another set of brassier-encased tits."

Turning back to face him she slipped the shoulder straps onto her upper arms and with a sweeping motion of her right hand bared her breasts inches from Jake's face and dropped the bra onto the floor. Jake started to reach for one, stopped and looked up at her face, remembering her advice.

Lesa closed her eyes, raised both arms and clasped her hands together behind her head to reduce the sag and appear submissive. As she stepped even closer she felt Jake's right hand gently close on her left breast. She smiled as he continued to explore the texture and feel of both breasts with both hands, and finally his mouth.

When she felt his hands move down her sides to where her waist flared into her slender hips, she stepped back a bit to give him room to work. Grabbing the waistband of her panties he began working them down over her soft butt. She heard him gasp as the top of her rusty brown bush appeared over the descending waistband. When the crotch of her panties caught on the flare of her inner thighs, she opened her stance just enough to let them pull free.

Looking down over the slight bulge of her abdomen, she closed her stance as the panties reached her knees. When Jake let them drop to the floor, she stepped out of them, moving each foot to the outside of the pooled silk. This really opened her stance giving Jake free access to the most intimate parts between her legs.

Jake was moaning a bit has he lightly stroked her silk encased thighs. Reaching around, he moved his hands above the silk, past the tops of her thighs and onto her soft butt cheeks. He pulled her forward with a tight grip on her ass and lightly kissed all around her belly button, extracting a moan from her.

He moved his right hand around front and reached to cup her fur covered sex, but before he touched it he groaned, "Oh, God! I'm going to cum!"

Lesa quickly dropped to her knees and engulfed his penis with her mouth. She had barely touched it with her lips when he sent the first of six strong blasts of semen into the roof of her mouth. She gripped the base of his cock with both hands and applied suction in an attempt to keep him hard. She knew she was taking a risk of associating this encounter with his previous failures, but she was confident that she could keep his erection from faltering.

He arched his butt off of the bed; supporting his upper body by pressing both hands into the mattress next to his spasming hips. He would have pushed his penis through the roof of her mouth if she hadn't had such a strong grip on it.

As he calmed down she smiled up at him while slowly stoking his shaft, staying clear of the incredibly sensitive crown. "See, he's ready for more." She was about to ask if he wanted her pussy or her ass, but thought that image might send him out of control again.

"Would you like me on the top, on the bottom, facing you, or with my butt up in the air?" Even that image was enough to elicit a small spasm that she picked up with the hand still gripping his shaft. Looking down she finally got a good look at his weapon, and weapon it was. "Wow, this beauty is close to eight inches long and nearly two inches across. I'm certainly going to know it when this little soldier starts rummaging around in my belly." The penis in her hand jumped again.

Jake twisted his torso to lay his head on the stack of pillows at the head of the bed. "Climb up here and lay on your back." It was almost a whisper. Lesa scrambled over Jake and rolled onto her back with her legs opened as much as she could manage with his legs in the way. Jake swung his legs over her left thigh one at a time and knelt on the bed between her splayed legs.

He again reached for her crotch. She detected the motion and tried to relax. The first contact was from the sides, a light brushing of the hair covering her slit. Her gasp and shiver were involuntary. Jake snatched his hand back and asked, "Did that hurt?"

"No, it felt wonderful. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'll yell 'Ouch' if something you do hurts, okay? Now where is that hand?"

Jake used the second knuckle of his right index finger stroke her wet labia from vagina to clitoris. He was starting to get soft until he bent down for a close look at her pulsing entrance and got more than a whiff of her pheromones. They galvanized his dick into a steel rod.

He almost fell on top of her as he scrambled to line up his circumcised crown with her entrance. She was about to reach down to help when he raised his torso with his left arm and slid forward. He buried two inches into her hot center with the first stroke.

Jake was again worried that his clumsiness had hurt her when she moaned, "Oh yeah, that's it. Push it all in. Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me good." Jake withdrew just enough to get his balance and lunged forward again burying a good six inches of meat into her hot twat. The sensations were far better than anything he had ever imagined. The motion of her breasts momentarily mesmerized him as she squirmed and impaled herself further onto his shaft. Jake shifted the weight of his upper body onto his elbows, found the footboard with his toes, and began rotating his pelvis to drag his dick back and forth across Lesa's blood engorged clit.

He got into a rhythm using the bedsprings as a counterpoint. He began snapping his hips at the bottom of each stroke, slamming his pelvis into hers, which trapped and crushed her little nub between the two. Her grunts morphed into screams as she reached the first peak she had experience since her husband had died.

She couldn't talk. She gripped his thighs with her calves and his butt cheeks with her fingernails to keep him from stopping the relentless attack on her spasming crotch. Her tunnel began to crush and release the welcomed invader triggering an "Oh, GOD!" from Jake has he begun spraying her cervix with his seed, sending Lesa even higher aboard the orgasm express.

Jake collapsed onto her heaving torso gasping for breath. As his penis softened and began to shrink he rolled himself off of her onto his right side, stroking her ribcage and undulating mammary flesh with his left hand. Having cum oozing out of her vagina and down the crack of her ass to the crisp sheets was a wonderful feeling that she had sorely missed.

Still panting she turned to look at her young lover. "I ... didn't expect ... you to know ... what you were ... doing! Wow! ... That was GREAT!"

"Thanks," Jake responded. "I had no idea! Wow! It can't always be that good, can it?"

"Wait until one of those tight athletic twats downstairs gets a grip on this thing," Lesa said as she grasped his flaccid shaft with her left hand. "The top of your head will come off when you bust a nut in one of them." His penis began to twitch and grow as she gently manipulated it. "Oh, no, he wants more. Sorry babe, I'm done." She swung her legs to the right and rotated her torso left until her face was hovering over his groin. She lifted the wilted soldier with her hand and took the whole thing into her mouth. Jake sat bolt upright and froze, unable to move, hardly able to breath.