Mature Dear Sweet Dee

We fucked, and then fucked some more until I was spent, but not until she had...twice, before I did again. And then we fell asleep in one another's arms for a couple of hours. It was shortly after that, I was roused...waking, the feel of her mouth on me, waking that again...which was easy to do, even after she'd already made me come twice. Two hours rest was a new record for me...hard again, aroused again, having my dick sucked.

And then I said..."Teach me Dee. Teach me how to do it...how to please you like that."

I remember her smiling. "You really want to?"

"Yeah...BIG time! Show me, teach me...tell me what to do."

I think she started to cry again a little. But she was smiling too. "Let me get a towel, and then let me get comfortable."

I wasn't sure what the towel was for at first. I learned why later. But she spread it out on the bed, puffed up both pillows behind her head, and then lay back in the middle of the bed.

I sort of saw, or rather envisioned myself as a diver standing on the bank of the swimming pool preparing to dive in. Maybe she saw that too. Because what she did then was stop me dead in my tracks.

"Ok honey...now, don't take this the wrong way here. But if you're ever going to please and pleasure a woman the way she wants it...likes it...you're going to listen to me. And you're going to do what I tell you, when I tell you...and how I tell you in order to do that. Agreed? Understand?"

I sat nodding my head excitedly. I was all ears.

She laughed, "Good. First things first then Jim. What I want you to do now...is look at me."

I was. But that wasn't what she meant. But I'm sure she guessed that by the confused expression on my face, until she reached down, spreading her legs apart even more fully, and then spread herself open with her fingers. And then said. "Now look. Don't touch...just get down here and really take a look at me. And smell me," she added spicing that up. Get familiar with my scent, let it do what it's supposed to do." If she meant making me hard...horny, she had no fears there. I was that in spades, and more. My prick felt like it would poke a hole through the bed, leaking like a sieve now. Already I could feel the seepage of it coating my shaft, enjoying the sensation as I did so.

I now did as she asked. I positioned myself between her legs and just lay there staring at her. It was the most amazing experience ever. (Well...almost, not counting the short time ago when she'd slipped that same wet pussy down over my cock...that goes without saying). But here I was...looking at her, looking at things I didn't honestly know even existed. And then she told me, explained everything to me, their names (yeah, clinical...and naughty ones. I liked the naughty sounding ones the best).

"And this Jim," she finally said after taking me on a tour of her "cunt" as she called it, which I loved hearing her calling it. "Is my clit...my clitoris, my little cock," she giggled a bit. "At the moment...it's sort of sensitive, aroused...so when you touch it at first, be gentle with it...tender. After a few minutes of that, when it's really aroused, when I'm really aroused, you can do more to it...a lot more, trust me," she laughed once more. "Anyway...go ahead, touch it with your finger now, but lightly, just get familiar with it...with me."

It was like taking that first ride on Magic Mountain, reaching out, touching her clit with the tip of my finger. Suddenly glad for the towel, which I then began to think she'd purposely spread out for me. I could feel my dick leaking, and knew for sure, without the towel, I'd have been junking up her fresh clean sheets. It was erotic and sensual as hell, to be laying there, diddling her clit (softly..gently) and feeling my own dick leaking, and that it was ok for it to be doing that, and especially telling Dee that I was...that it was, and the fact that she thought it was cool as hell (hot as hell actually) and told me to keep leaking, and to keep tickling her clit, and to keep fingering her a little. Sticking it in some. And then asking me...

"Do you want to see what it tastes like?"

I think I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, leaning forward but she held out her hand stopping me. "Not like that...not yet," she smiled demurely. "Use your finger, taste that first," she implied as she slipped her own finger through her wet juicy split, sucking it as I watched. "Like that," she grinned wickedly.

I slid two fingers inside her, like tasting poi, though she was certainly much sweeter tasting than that, reminding me of the times she had let me scoop extra frosting out of her mixing bowl with my fingers. I now did the same to her, savoring her taste, her flavor, and then sticking them inside her again, doing it again. She giggled upon seeing that, perhaps the mannerism, the way I did it had reminded her of the same thing. She laughed even more so then.

"What?"

"Nothing really, just a silly thought."

"Tell me!" She giggled again, laughing again, though her own hands dropped down between her legs, two fingers this time delving deep into that wet juicy furrow.

"I was just thinking...what you'd look like doing this with a wooden spoon."

Now I laughed, though to be perfectly honest, the thought of that, as bizarre as it was, painted a rather erotic, quite decadent picture inside my head, using the spoon on her. "If we had one...I'd use it."

The look in her eyes told me she wouldn't mind doing that either at some point. "Could be interesting," she added. "For another time...but not right now," she exclaimed hotly. "Right now...I want to feel your mouth, and your tongue in me."

And right now, I wanted to do just that more than anything in the world, once again leaning forward, though she again held me up briefly.

"Not the clit...not yet, taste me, feel me...pleasure me everywhere else first," she instructed. "I'll tell you when...and how, to tickle my clit for me."

I began doing just that. My head was buzzing with excitement as I took the time to gingerly explore her with my mouth and tongue, nipping, sucking, kissing her here and there as she sighed audibly. I continued to probe her depths with my fingers as well, exploring the heat, the texture as well as the hidden secrets inside, which she told me about in explicit detail.

"Yes Jim yes...feel that? Tickle it with your fingers, rub it firmly, gently...oh yes, just like that. Later...I'll show you what I can do when you do that when I come," she informed me. I was anxious to see of course, but content to wait for the time being, too enthralled in learning, hearing her teaching me about herself. I pulled on her labia, stretching them outwards. Doing so with fingers, and then with lips. I gently chewed, pulled...stretched and playfully tickled her in combinations of lips, tongue and fingers. I was simply having the time of my life, more aware now than I had ever been, just how truly erotic, sensual something like this could honestly be.

"Oh fuck Jim, I can't take much more of this," she groaned deeply. "Now it's ready...my clit is ready to be sucked, licked...consumed," she moaned even more pleasurably as I now allowed myself to run my tongue up her split ever so slowly towards that waiting, special little prize.

Maybe it was instinct, but Dee didn't even tell me how to do it, or what to do as I simply flicked at her hard little nubbin ever so softly and gently. I continued walking my fingers inside as well, the soft spongy little spot inside that made her squirm even more excitedly as I drew her clit in between my lips, now likewise sucking it softly too.

"Oh fuck baby! That's it honey! That's it! Keep doing that! Just like that!" She half shouted, her hands coming up now to cup her breasts, fingers already pinching, rolling her own nipples as I looked up, watching. She speared her tits, stretching her nipples as she pulled on them letting go, only to capture them again repeating the torturous pleasure. "Harder now Jim...harder! Suck it! Suck my clit baby...suck it hard!"

Even then I was still careful, perhaps too fearful as yet in doing so the way she'd asked, but she coaxed me along, constantly letting me know she was ok, how good it felt, how she wanted to feel me doing it even harder than that as I slowly began doing so.

She let go of her breasts, half sitting up, her hands reaching my head forcing me to lift it for a moment as she looked at me, her eyes locked on mine. "Are you ready to see? Ready to taste? Ready...to make me come?"

"Fuck yessssss!" I hissed hotly, diving back into her pussy again, my fingers driving now, my lips surrounding, clamping down on her clit like a vise as she arched her back suddenly and allowed a slow gurgling unintelligible string of sounds to emerge from somewhere deep in the depths of her soul.

In the next instant, I felt the dam burst. Felt it...tasted it, and even watched it in a way as she suddenly gushed, her female nectar bathing my face, assaulting my senses, my tongue, my mouth. I swallowed...felt her surge, capturing the release, swallowed again. I became intoxicated with her glorious spending, fingers milking her from inside, tongue and mouth once again attacking her clit as she began screaming out, rolling from side to side. It was hard holding on, staying with her, but it was also the most incredible moment of my life as I did that, as she came...over, and over, and over again.

We both lay panting, slowly coming down, though I continued to lie between her legs, my tongue once again barely even touching her, yet still licking, still savoring, drinking in what had become for me the numero uno hot fucking fantasy memory of all time! She slowly came back to herself, finally though gently pushing me away.

"Now it's my turn," she said as she rolled me over onto my back. The look in her eyes hungry, wanton, mysterious as though she knew a secret I didn't. "You said Marjorie sucked you before? Gave you a blow-job?"

She had...and as good as it had initially felt there in the front seat of my car, she had left off far sooner than I would have liked. Not so much in wanting to come in her mouth or anything like that, (not to mention the fact...that was basically unheard of, and I hadn't expected that in the first place.) But it was in her too soon withdrawal of mouth and lips on me, I'd just started to truly enjoy it, succumb to it when she quit and proceeded to simply jack me off after that. Which was pleasurable too of course...especially as it was someone else doing it besides myself. But...I had been enjoying the other a whole lot more.

"Yeah...for a little while," I said letting her know in the simple tone of my voice and the way I spoke the words, it hadn't been long enough, not by my way of thinking anyway. She smiled at that, her eyes seemingly well aware of what I meant.

"I'll show you how it should feel," she then told me, and settled herself sideways at an angle towards me so that I could watch her as she did. Take delight in actually seeing her, as well as feeling her. And likewise offering herself, or rather those gorgeous tits of hers to me so that I could finger-fumble with her still hard extended nipples.

I don't know why they call it a blowjob in the first place. Why not call it what it is, a suck job, or even a lick job. Regardless...what Dee began doing went far beyond what Marjorie did. In essence, Marjorie's "blow-job" was more like a hand-job, only with her mouth, and even then...all too short. No...what Dee did, was make love to my cock. I watched, mesmerized, not only by the way it immediately felt, but seeing the way she did it while she did. I saw her tongue snake out and lap gingerly, tenderly at the supersensitive crown of my shaft. I watched her lips surround the side, nibbling, nipping, teasing up one side and down the other. She used her teeth, though I would never have known it had I not seen her doing so as she nip-sucked and took in just the tip of my shaft, eating it...(Eat job? Nah...) but I loved that. Loved seeing her as she moved around it like a popsicle, up and down, back and forth, side to side. Now this...was a blowjob, suck job, lick-job, whatever the hell you want to call it. This was pure unadulterated...heaven!

And I felt it...all the way down to my toes. I don't think I'd ever felt or understood the term "making your toes curl" but I sure as hell did now, because they were. I felt shivers of pure ecstasy racing up and down my spine, from the top of my head, all the way down through my body, pausing wonderfully somewhere inside my balls, and then racing down to my toes again.

I didn't just see stars. I saw the universe. It was like having an out of body experience, which gave me further understanding into the term, "Little Death," because now I knew what was meant by that. It was like floating above, looking down, watching Dee as she made love to my dick, treating it like it was some sort of idol to be worshipped, adored, treasured and cared for. And boy did she. It was never the same sensation for very long. Always varied, always different, something new. She stroked it, and didn't, licked it and didn't. And then she mouthed it, often making mewling, even "popping" sounds as she sucked the head, sometimes firmly, sometimes softly, and then nipped at it again with her teeth. (Did I say how much I liked that?) She was driving me insane with pleasure.

And then the tingling in my balls warned me of the inevitable. And being the gentleman that I hopefully was, I informed her that as good as this felt...and did, she'd best quit doing it before I couldn't stop. But she continued...even more urgently.

"Fuck Dee, I mean it...I'm...oh fuck, I'm getting so close...so fucking close, I can't...I can't..."

She stuck her finger in my ass.

That was a first for me too. But it wouldn't be the last. I think I died. For a moment anyway. I swear my heart stopped. I know I quit breathing. I know I was elsewhere looking down, watching Dee sucking this guys dick, watching her swallow the torrent of semen that I somehow knew, sensed and felt racing up his shaft, spilling into her mouth. Except then I realized it was me...it was my shaft, it was my cock that she had devoured, swallowed, half expecting to see her take her mouth away, no longer even having a dick. Which to be perfectly honest, as good as this felt at the moment, would have been perfectly fine with me. If I never had another orgasm for as long as I lived, this one would have topped them all, equaled and surpassed every single one of them all wrapped up into one gigantic, humongous fucking squirt of pleasure.

That's how good it felt.

Woody Allen had done a movie once where all these little sperm dudes wearing white clothes with white helmets all stood in a line waiting for their number to be called or something. And then dutifully marching up and out this gigantic (well it seemed like anyway) phallus. So it sort of felt like, and reminded me of that. But unlike the movie, had there been a remake of Dee Dee giving the blow-job, she'd not only have sucked out all the little dudes, but the factory workers as well, blue-collar guys (Smurf sperm?)...the bosses, the equipment...all of it. There would have been nothing left, just a vacant empty room that would have required a complete overhaul or remodeling.

But I digress here.

I collapsed. I entered the twilight zone. I had found Nirvana.

One of the few nice things about having turned eighteen was the fact I'd been given a bit more freedom. As long as I kept my grades up and certainly graduated in a few weeks, mom and dad didn't pester me nearly as much as to my whereabouts. Knowing they weren't home, I called and left them a message while Dee fixed the two of us something to eat. I explained I was staying at a friend's house (which was the truth) though I'm not sure they'd have been too terribly excited to discover which friend's house I was staying the night at. Once I made the phone call, I entered the kitchen, still naked...though so was Dee.

It felt comfortable as hell. And even after three very intense orgasms now...not for her, for me! I still felt my prick lurch just a bit when I walked in and saw her standing there busy at the stove. In a way...in a very remarkable way, it felt like we'd been doing this for years. And in some ways, we really had...just not naked.

I walked up behind her, kissing her on the neck, my hands on her hips. To my pleasant surprise, she reached down taking them in her hands and lifted them up to her breasts. "Whenever you find yourself in a similar situation again, just walk up and wrap them around me, and grab my tits," she told me. "I miss that."

Obviously she was talking about Frank, Uncle Frank, but I was ok with that. I knew she still missed him, obviously they had had quite a remarkable, intimate, sensual relationship while they were together. This side of Dee that she was only now allowing me to see, wasn't something that just suddenly happened. This was a part of who she truly was. A side of her that she hadn't allowed, or perhaps hadn't dare allow herself to indulge in since his death...for whatever reason.

I stood behind her cupping her breasts, playing with them, and felt my cock stiffening against the fleshy cheeks of her ass. She laughed while she stirred the spaghetti sauce. "You do have one distinct advantage over men my age," she giggled further. "Those recuperative powers of youth are amazing!"

With one hand still stirring, she reached back with her other hand, and then began simultaneously stirring something else. Now it was my turn to laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"The spoon Dee, you're stirring with a wooden spoon!"

We had a good laugh over that, and then she asked me to go open a bottle of wine so we could have a drink before...and then with dinner. When I returned with the wine pouring us both a glass, she then turned holding the spoon up to me so I could have a taste of her world-class spaghetti sauce. It was in fact delicious, and my mouth was now salivating almost as much for that, as it was for what I hoped we'd be having for dessert later.

After having helped to set the table, I turned towards her once again. And again, she stood holding the spoon out towards me, one hand beneath it in order to catch any drippings. "Here, taste this and tell me what you think now."

I walked over, opened my mouth in expectation and looked at the spoon. There was nothing on it, and it wasn't the same spoon still sitting in the slowly bubbling pot of sauce.

"There's...nothing on it," I said looking up into her eyes, which were smiling as I said that.

"Oh yes there is...taste!"

We had a very romantic dinner. Candle light, mood music, wine...and the best damn spaghetti (pussy sauce) meal I've ever eaten. We relaxed for a short time letting the meal digest as we retired back into her more comfortable living room, sitting across from one another in chairs as opposed to sitting side by side one another on the couch. We sat sipping our wine looking at one another.

"So Jim, I'm sure you have a list of things you'd like to do...or at least discuss," she began. "So tell me...what is it you'd like to experience next?"

She was right about that. I probably had a list of things I had always wanted to do, see or experience that would have filled up an entire roll of toilet paper. At least now, I daresay...I could mark off three items from off that list, which had been at the very top. Before I could do that though, she then got just a bit serious on me.

"Jim? I do need to say one thing though before we continue any further here. I'm not so naive as to think that, what we're at the moment enjoying with one another, is going to be a permanent thing. For one...there's too much of an age difference between us."

I started to object of course...but she shut me off.

"No...please let me finish here before you try getting all gallant on me. That's the truth of it, and as flattered as I am...and as aroused as you've made me, and made me feel like a woman again...this won't last. So let's not kid ourselves either. I have no idea how long this will last, if it will at all. But...as long as it does, I'm willing to take it one day at a time, and only one day at a time...if you are."

She was right of course. Dee was always right. I'd never found her to be wrong in anything. And even though I wanted to assure her that I would be by her side the rest of her life, or mine...if she let me, I also knew deep down inside, that that wasn't damn well likely to happen. I merely nodded in agreement with that, one day at a time...for now at least, was more than I could have ever hoped for.

At least she was grinning again. "Good, now that that's settled and out of the way, let me make a suggestion here, something I think we'll both enjoy doing."

Once again, I was all ears, and ready for anything...and everything.

"You said you have a list...well, so do I. So this is my suggestion, and trust me Jim, it's not something we should try and accomplish in one night here. For one thing, I'm not as young as I once was, and don't have the stamina to stay up with you, even as young as you make me feel. So...I propose this. We'll take turns...you get to pick something off your list, and then I do. We'll fit in as many as either one of us has the strength for..." she smiled. "And go from there. I doubt seriously either one of us will experience everything we've imagined, or been thinking about, but it might be fun and interesting to find out how many we can accomplish in whatever time it is that we do have together."

I couldn't have agreed more. And said so. And also said, that since she'd pretty much helped me cross at least three major things off my list already, then it was only fair that she now crossed something off her list. You should have seen her eyes light up over that one.

"Really? You'll do that for me then?" She asked unnecessarily. Because at the moment for her...I'd have given her the moon if I could find a way to do it.

"Yes Dee, my Sweet Dee," I called her. "Whatever you want, whatever you want to see or do...just name it."

"Well, for starters then, pour me another wine. After you do that...I want to sit here and just watch you."

"Watch me? Do what?"

She smiled. "I want to watch you jerk yourself off."

I was at first a little reluctant (more shy than anything) but as she explained to me, that in watching me, how I did it to myself...she would gain a better understanding in seeing that, and then knowing from it, what it was that I liked, how I liked it. And she also told me to truly pleasure myself...to enjoy it, and not just go through the motions, otherwise...she wouldn't learn anything she couldn't already do for me herself.

Seeing her sitting there, sipping her wine, so relaxed, and yet...obviously aroused, looking at those now very stiff thumb sized nipples of hers, I sat back in my chair, closed my eyes, and began doing just that. It was easier than I thought. Mainly because while sitting there, I was thinking about her, ticking off my list...easily getting past the clothesline episode before I even started thinking in terms of getting ready to climax again. But I actually was enjoying myself too. Especially looking up at her from time to time, seeing the expression on her face, almost serious as she watched me, studying me as I sat there playing with myself. And I didn't just do the ole' up and down thingy either. I really played...toyed, did all the things I normally did to myself in the secrecy, and privacy of my own room. Not even when I had jacked with the guys had I touched myself like this. That was pure expediency, this...hell, this was fucking erotic this was!

"Do that again," she said, speaking the only words that she had up until this point. "Let me see you do that again."

I had twisted the head of my dick with my hand, twisting it hard in one direction, almost palming it, letting go, grabbing, and then twisting it again. It felt good, a bit different, and just enough to add a sense of differing pleasure to my self-playfulness. She liked it, sat up and walked over sitting down on the arm of the chair so she could watch me more closely.

I could smell her. Smell her heat, her aroma. I could see her too of course, especially as she bent her leg, her pussy in all its magnificent glory looking back at me. In addition to everything else, I now had a bird's eye view of her incredible cunt, looking at it, and now actually hearing it too as she began fingering herself while she sat there next to me.

"What else do you enjoy doing to your cock?" She asked lustfully. "Show me Jim, show me. Show me everything you enjoy doing to yourself."

So I slapped it a bit, spanked it...which surprised and delighted her. She slapped herself, palming her pussy, smacking it...stinging it, which I did. "I like that too," she said, her voice taking on an edge to it that sounded deep...far away. "Sometimes...I like it rough," she then added. "Very rough."

I damn near came hearing her say that. Now truly twisting, two handed...one direction one way, the other direction with my other hand. Alternating twists, listening to the sound my cock was making as I added the decadence of free-flowing pre-cum fuck juice to my self administrations. And she was of course, doing the same. I could hear the succulent sound of her own juice, the squishy, almost frothy sounds she began making, that quick 'squish, squish, squish,' sound as she pummeled her cunt with her fingers. Hand now once again on her breast, capturing and tormenting her nipple. I wanted to suck it so bad...and knew then, seeing that...what my next pleasure would be. I had to tell her, had to share with her my naughty thoughts while I sat here working my prick for her.

"Oh Dee...I so want to fuck your tits," I said huskily, almost out of breath now...hovering on the edge, slow stroking my cock to orgasm, which I often enjoyed doing when I got so close...not varying the stroke at all, neither speeding it up...just going slowly, all the way through it.

"Oh yes...I'd like that," she breathed back her own words likewise deep, harsh...bordering. "I want to feel you squirt, shoot all over my tits Jim, while you fuck them. See your big beautiful cock sliding up and down the valley between them, fucking them...fucking my tits Jim, fucking my soft, slippery, cum-gooey tits!"
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