First Time Mary

"Feel good?" she coaxed, wondering, yet knowing. Playing with me mentally as much as she was physically.

"Yes," I somehow managed.

"You like the way I'm playing with you? Would you like me to do it harder? Slower? Softer?" she continued to question me.

I wanted her to do it all. I wanted her to jack me off slowly, quick, hard and soft. What I didn't want was for her to stop. For the first time in recent memory, I didn't want to cum. I didn't want to feel that incredible sensation as my cock erupted into a thousand spasms of pleasure. All I wanted at that moment was to think of Mary, lying beside me naked, playing with my prick!

"I don't want to cum yet," I said surprising myself. Mary stopped fondling me though still holding my prick in her hand.

As strange as it may sound, though I couldn't see her, I knew she was smiling.

"Scott, don't worry about it honey, we have all night."

"We do?"

"Yes, but only if you want to, like I told you earlier, I made a vow to your mother, and if you're interested, then I plan on honoring that."

"You were serious then?"

This time she did laugh. "Very."

Her hand began stroking me once again. The 'edge' had gone away temporarily, but there was no doubt in my mind that it would return very, very soon. All that was left to decide when it did, if I wanted to let go, or somehow fight the urge, as I wasn't as trusting of myself as she seemed to be.

"Can I touch you?"

"If you'd like. I'd like that, yes."

Mary didn't remove her hand from me though her movements had stopped. "Give me your hand," she said

I did. I felt her lead me downwards until she rested it upon the softness of her smooth skin between her legs. "We're not just pussies, or cunts, twats or splits," she told me. "We like to be caressed, teased, explored in ways that most men don't bother taking the time to find out about," she said easily. "Take your time with me Scott. We're in no hurry here, either one of us. See me with your hands, let the sensation of what you touch register within your mind. Enjoy it, savor it...savor me before going on to bigger and better things," she laughed teasingly.

So I did that. I lingered within the folds of moisture mere inches away from her sex. I reveled in the softness of her lips, entwining my fingers through them, exploring and coming to know that place upon her that I had seen ever so briefly. In my mind, I memorized nearly every square inch, felt the softness of her skin beneath the feminine split that engulfed my fingers, and played there softly petting her, enjoying the moment.

"That feels good," she moaned softly. "You're making me very, very wet Scott."

Once again taking my hand, she repositioned it more directly against the semi-hidden folds of her slit. I felt the moisture, followed it back between her nether-lips, and felt my finger swallowed up in a quicksand of succulent pussy flesh.

"Holy shit!" I breathed, excited beyond words.

I felt my finger slowly sink into her depths, felt the pull of it as she contracted herself around me. "Can you feel that?" she asked.

"Fuck yes! Oh God, I'm sorry Mary...I shouldn't have said that"

She laughed throatily. "Sometimes saying fuck feels good. It depends on how you say it, and when," she added. "Right now, fuck is perfect for what we're both feeling Scott. So yes...fuck yes, that feels good honey. Keep doing that, just have fun, take your time, find out who...I...am," she said lustily. And once again, I did.

I played in the heat of her folds, explored the depths of her essence. Over and over again I sought out the moisture I found there, even tasting it.

"My, aren't we adventurous!" she said upon discovering I had done so. "What do you think?" she asked point blank. "How do I taste?"

"Sweet," I replied truthfully. "Musky too, its certainly different. Not like anything I thought it would be."

"So, you've thought about it have you?" she said catching me totally off guard. "What exactly have you thought about anyway?" she pressed. "What did you think when you watched me from the bathroom, what did you fantasize about when you played with yourself in the living room?"

Her candor, openness though unnerving, felt refreshing. The excitement coursing through my entire being seemed to turn up a notch with the explicit images she was forcing me to remember, relive as she questioned my most private thoughts, urging me to share them.

"I was thinking how much I wanted to lick your nipples," I told her.

"And?"

"And how I wanted to suck them,"

"And?"

"And...and bite them!" I said boldly.

"Ohhh," Mary moaned audibly. "I'd like that, I'd like to feel your mouth on my nipples Scott. I'd like to feel your tongue flicking the hard nubs of my tits. Would you like to do that now, suck them? Lick them? Bite them? While still finger-fucking my pussy?"

I answered her by leaning over in the dark, probing with my face first until quickly locating the hard nubbins of flesh that awaited me. I sucked, finding one exquisitely hard piece of flesh, rolling the marble sized nipple between my lips as though about to devour it.

"Oh yes, don't be afraid Scott, suck them. Suck them as hard as you'd like," she coaxed, her hand once again milking more of the lubrication from my dick, smearing it playfully about the head of my cock until it had become slippery within her hand. Once again the sounds of my juiciness began to accompany the sounds of our breathing. Mary pulled on my cock, the force of her hand about me near painful, yet pleasurable beyond words.

"Finger me, harder now Scott. Harder and deeper!" she implored.

My hand was all but slapping her pussy as my middle finger sank to depths I'd not known before. She was slippery, smooth like silk. The velveteen texture of her slit seemed to caress my hand with each probe of my flesh. She moaned, continually, adding to the arousal I was feeling.

"I'm going to cum for you," she whispered in my ear, pressing me closer even as my lips continued sucking the magnificent tit-flesh I had claimed as prize. My fingers dancing inside her with a rapidity that pleased us both. When she cried out, I nearly stopped my movements, fearing at first I had somehow injured her.

"No! Don't stop Scott! Keep doing what you were doing! I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming!"

Feeling Mary's pussy constrict about my finger as she came was incredible. I hadn't known that a woman's vagina could do that, nor did I think it was possible she could become any wetter than she already was, but she did. Short of actually ejaculating like I did, I sensed several wet pulsations that fully enveloped the palm of my hand as her liquid pleasures sought escape. She moaned, groaned and cried out with unbridled ecstasy, pressing my head full against her breasts near suffocating me as she did. But I could have welcomed a death like that, nestled between her breasts, so exquisitely soft, so sensually appealing.

I lost track of time, it mattered not. My finger remained inside her though unmoving. I didn't want to remove it, not then, not ever if I could help it. Eventually however she stirred.

"It's your turn," she said dreamily. "Its time now to let me feel you cum, let me feel the heat of your hot juice as it spurts against my breasts."

It didn't take long. Pushing me fully onto my back, I felt Mary kneel straddling my leg. She did things to my cock with her hands that I hadn't even done to myself! Like working a fire by twisting a stick between her hands, she spun it back and forth rapidly, the lubrication from my steadily streaming cock the only thing that actually kept real friction from blistering my prick. When she alternated between doing that, or slapping it using both hands, and then pumping it as I had so often done myself. I lost track of which sensation ended before another began. Only when the explosion of inevitability began rocketing up my shaft did I even realize I was climaxing.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" I screamed over and over again. I felt my semen leap from my prick, heard Mary's pleasurable sighs as my hot cream began to shower her twin mounds, wishing only that I could have also been able to see it happening.

When it was over, she took my hands placing them on her wet sticky breasts. "Next time, we do it with the lights on," she told me as though having read my mind. "Now...rub it all in, its good for them," she half joked. "And then...we sleep."

I had fallen asleep with one of her hard nipples pressed comfortably within the palm of my hand. I awoke to the warm rays of sunlight peeking through my window, that, and the sound of the shower running across the hall. It seemed louder than usual however, and as curiosity, which had nearly killed this particular cat, took hold of me again, I ventured across my room towards the door. I opened it, seeing almost immediately that the bathroom door was open. I smiled inwardly wondering. The 'rules' still too new to me, but there it was. "An invitation perhaps?" I wondered.

It seemed silly, but I knocked on the open door anyway. Mary was indeed taking a shower, calling out to me the moment I had knocked on the door.

"Morning sleepyhead, as soon as I finish here, I'll fix us both some breakfast. I'm famished!" she said pulling the shower curtain open in order to look at me. In my haste and curiosity, I had forgotten to put anything on. As nude as she was, I simply stood there with a dumb expression on my face.

"Care to join me?" she asked seductively.

"I need to pee first," I answered actually needing too. I expected her to close the curtain. Instead, she continued to watch as I stood there in front of the toilet.

"Am I making you nervous?" she giggled.

"A little," I admitted, straining to urinate. Mary closed the curtains though I heard her giggling.

"Just don't..."

"Sorry!" I said a split second too late.

I heard her scramble from beneath the shower spray after I'd flushed. Once again the curtains parted and she stuck her head out. "I owe you for that," she warned with a wink. "Now, would you like to watch me? I was just about to use the shower massage to masturbate with. I like starting off my day that way," she added.

This newfound openness was still a little hard for me to fully accept. Obviously everything she'd said the night before she'd been dead serious about. Especially the frequently masturbating part.

I stepped into the oversized bathtub. There was easily room enough for two, perhaps even three to gather together there beneath the shower spray. She lifted the hand-held nozzle adjusting the pulsating beat. "Ever try one of these?" she asked.

"Ah no...in fact, I never have," I told her, watching her with awe-filled eyes. Last night had been wild enough. But now, seeing her in the light of day, she was even more beautiful than the few precious glimpses I had stolen. Or fantasized about in imaging what she looked like, where I hadn't as yet collected all the puzzle pieces.

Placing it between her legs, she spread them slightly tilting her head back as she did, grabbing onto handrail to steady herself as the pulsating wand performed its magic against her pussy.

"God that feels nice! I really like the way the water tickles my clit," she said opening her eyes to gage my reaction to what she was doing.

"You like watching me don't you?" she asked smiling, looking down towards my rock-hard prick.

"Would you like to try this for a second?" she asked.

I was still hesitant to actually masturbate in front of her. I mean I had of course, but not realizing then that she had known. Seeing her do it was something else entirely. I could have stood there watching her all day. But to actually do it myself, I wasn't at all sure that I could without becoming self-conscious about it.

"Here, let me show you," she offered. Which was again, something else entirely.

Stepping behind me, Mary clasped my prick in one hand, aiming the pulsating spray of the shower massage against the head of my dick. "How's that feel? Nice huh?"

I remembered our conversation from last night. It seemed appropriate here now too. "Oh fuck yes! That really does feel good! No wonder you like doing this every morning!" I said in agreement.

"Every chance I get," she smiled. She stepped to the side of me then, switching the spray back and forth against us both, alternating the play of the water. Twice she brought us each to the edge before backing off.

"Tell you what, lets stay horny for a while, makes it better when we finally do get one another off," she informed me.

I had been so fucking close. Almost to the point of climaxing anyway, with or without her help.

"You're serious?"

Mary shut off the shower, replacing the nozzle.

"Guess you are," I added.

Stepping out of the tub, Mary tossed me a thick bath towel to dry off with before grabbing one for herself. "See you downstairs," she said a moment after she'd finished. I watched as she hung up the towel, heading down towards the kitchen...naked.

I quickly hung up my own towel, and pursued her down stairs. Also naked.

She was already pouring us both a cup of coffee by the time I arrived. "Careful with that," she admonished me handing me a hot steaming cup of java. "You don't want to burn anything," she winked teasingly.

She was right though, that was the last thing I wanted to have happen. So I carefully sat down, placing my mug of coffee down onto the table first, only then glancing back towards her where she stood leaning against the counter top sipping hers.

"Good? Not too strong?" she asked.

I took another sip of my own. "No, it's fine. It's really good in..." I never finished my sentence. Looking back up towards her, I noticed that Mary had slipped a hand down between her legs. There she stood sipping her coffee, eying me over the edge of the cup, playing with herself.

"Fuck me!" I stammered nearly dropping my cup potentially burning myself. Mary allowed herself a hearty laugh approaching the table.

"Really?" she questioned.

I watched as she pulled out one of the kitchen chairs expecting her to sit down. Sliding it over in front of my own, she placed one leg upon the seat instead.

"You never really did see my clit did you?" she asked still grinning.

I wasn't even sure what a clit was. Positioned as she was, Mary spread herself with her fingers. What looked like a pearl suddenly appeared near the top of her slit.

"If a woman's comfortable enough with herself, she'll tell a man what she likes. If a man is a considerate lover, he'll ask her. Remember that."

I was staring at her pussy, almost drooling with fascination as she wet her finger with her lips before sliding the tip of it across the surface of that shiny pink pearl.

"Initially, I prefer indirect stimulation. Sometimes its almost too sensitive to touch." Mary teased the surrounding folds of her flesh, drawing her fingers along the sides of her clit rather than touching it directly. "Once I'm aroused however, then I enjoy touching it, but not before ensuring that it's nice and wet. And only then do I tickle it lightly, much like using a feather."

I was in awe. Watching Mary slowly stroking that nubbin of flesh was for me like going to Disney Land for the first time. Not knowing which ride to go on first, wanting to do them all.

"When I'm really aroused, much like I am now, then I like to draw my finger just inside, like this..."

Mary slid her finger down her now glistening furrow, producing an abundance of moisture that clung to the tip of her finger. She used it to coat her clit with, finding as she did an exquisite pleasure as her finger delicately stroked, stimulating that pleasure nubbin.

"Another thing. Women really do enjoy having their nipples played with too. But sometimes, if they're played with too much, they can become just as raw and tender as jacking yourself off too fast without lubrication. So once I start lubricating, its always nice to take a little of my juice and apply it to my nipples as well."

Once again Mary dipped a finger showing me. Seeing her smear pussy cream on and about both nipples caused my cock to lurch excitedly, expelling a droplet of pre-cum. She noticed this as it happened, giggling excitedly. "Another good source," she stated reaching down to snag the droplet of ooze, which she then applied to her clit, rubbing it a little more quickly.

Without even thinking, I had wrapped my hand around my prick, squeezing it, urging another droplet to surface just so she could swipe it off again.

"Once I'm thoroughly aroused, and ready to cum, there's all sorts of things I can do to create different sensations," she informed me. "Sometimes, if I'm in the mood, I will often pat my pussy lips. Guys call it 'spanking the monkey', so I guess in my case, it would be 'slapping the kitty'!"

Mary began doing just that. Using the palm of her hand fingers down, she rapidly began slapping her mound, cupping her palm over her clit giving it several quick slaps in succession. Only then did she stop slipping two fingers inside her slit slowly toying with herself, though I noticed she kept a more direct contact with her clit with each upward stroke of her hand. I was still absentmindedly touching myself, too engrossed in what she was doing to even notice that I wasn't the least bit self conscious about it now.

"I like watching you," she told me. "Keep doing it. I want to see how it is that you play with yourself so I can learn what it is that you like!"

That almost caused me to stop, but I was feeling too good myself now to worry about it any more. So I began stroking my prick the way I often did, throwing in a twist or two which delighted her as she saw me change tactics, as I began giving myself a variety of differing sensations. Palm over the top, I bent my prick slightly off to one side petting it in this way, actually twisting my hand as I stroked my prick.

"Hmmm, that looks nice," she purred watching me. "What else do you like to do?"

Lust had taken over my thoughts. At this point I wanted to share with her all my naughty little self-pleasuring secrets. Leaning back in my chair, I released my cock which stood stiff and proud before her. I began to actually slap it, one hand, then the other, each one following the other slowly, increasing both the tempo as well as the actual contact as I gradually allowed myself to adjust to the slightly stinging, yet electrifying sensations. As the rapidity of my hands slapping my prick, alternated with a speed that became a blur as she followed along, she too began frigging her clit, fingering her cunt with a speed that began to match my own.

"Will you cum with me?" she asked unnecessarily.

I could only nod my head, already approaching that threshold of ecstasy that was mere moments away.

Switching back to a more conventional means of getting myself off, I began pumping my shaft up and down, matching Mary stroke for stroke as we continued on, watching one another, grinning wickedly.

"You gonna cum soon?" she asked in a husky tone. "Because I am," she warned.

It was all the warning she gave, as a second or two after that, her face turned crimson, her eyes closing as she tossed herself into the throes of orgasm, convulsing wildly as her head tossed back and forth, one hand pinching her nipple, the other pummeling her pussy wildly.

Watching her climax triggered my own. With an intensity that I had not felt in quite a while, I enjoyed the first hard-felt explosion as my prick released a long thin rope of jisim, which arched high into the air, and surprisingly, a world record distance for myself. Watching it actually landing on her chest was erotic enough. But even the second and third streamers of cream were as powerful as the first, splashing in a nice tight pattern against the bulls eye of her naval.

Mary was more than delighted with the gift she'd received. Sitting down into the chair across from me, she massaged the natural lotion into her tummy as well as her breasts.

"Lots of vitamin E," she said grinning. "Good for the skin!"

We finished our coffee's casually discussing what we'd both learned and witnessed. I was surprised with her nonchalant candor over what we'd just done, but her easygoing attitude quickly calmed whatever reservations I might have had. Sitting there drinking coffee together in the nude afterwards, seemed as natural, and as normal as though I'd been doing it for years.

"This is nice," I finally stated. "I could get used to this," I added.

"I'm glad to hear that," Mary told me. "Because I don't plan on getting dressed until we go out later to do the grocery shopping. Now...what say we get some breakfast started? I'm even more famished than I was when we first came down here!"

I whole heartedly agreed with that, helping Mary wherever I could, making sure I never got in the way. Though being extremely careful when I watched over the bacon, ensuring that none of the grease splattered, accidentally injuring any exposed parts.

Even as we stood at the sink afterwards, washing and drying the breakfast dishes we played. Mary handed me a plate she'd just rinsed. As I began to dry it with the dishtowel, I felt her hand enclose about my newfound erection, giving it a few gentle strokes, maintaining its firmness. Something she had continued to do ever since we'd begun washing the dishes. Even later, as we carried down the laundry to wash, she'd shown me how she sometimes sat atop the washer as it headed into the spin-cycle, giving herself a naughty little tease of sorts, as the vibrations from the washer stimulated her cunt.

"See? Doing chores can be fun can't they?"

I had no argument with that, becoming bolder myself as we straightened up the living room, stepping behind her as she leaned over to dust off the tables, slipping my finger into her pussy from behind, giving her a few lingering strokes as she sighed contentedly, returning the favor moments later as I pushed the vacuum across the floor, with Mary following, stroking my cock as I did.

I found myself chuckling as I put the vacuum away.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

My face flushed. "Don't laugh, but once, several years ago, I used my mother's vacuum to get myself off with," I told her. Surprised that I did on the one hand, but feeling particularly good about feeling comfortable enough to have done so.

"What else have you tried?" she asked honestly interested, sitting down on the couch now that we'd finished our weekend chores. "Tell me everything you've tried," she urged, already beginning to finger her hard nipples as I'd seen her do earlier.

I was still blushing, but the excitement of revealing to her all my dirty secrets seemed exciting to me. And once again, the boldness of my newly discovered frame of mind took over.

"You tell me one of yours, and then I'll tell you one of mine," I suggested.

Mary seemed to like that idea, slipping a finger inside herself now, directing me to sit down next to her on the couch. "Even better, I'll play with you while you tell me something you've done. And then you can play with me, while I tell you something I've done to myself. How's that sound?"

"It sounds wonderful!" I moaned as her hand already began stroking my prick in much the same way that she'd seen me doing to myself earlier.

We spent the better part of the next hour relating stories to one another, taking turns pleasuring each other. When I came, I was surprised that the intensity was just as strong, just as forceful as it had been earlier that same morning.

"You like Italian?" Mary asked.

"Sure! Love it in fact!" I answered hungrily.

"Well, unfortunately, we'll have to get dressed and go to the store then. But tell you what. I'll fix us a nice supper, we'll pick ourselves up a nice sexy movie to watch afterwards, and make an entire evening of it together. How's that sound?"

"It sounds great!" I said enthusiastically, already looking forward to our evening together even though I had barely finished climaxing no more than a few minutes ago. Even when Jeff called, asking me if I wanted to go out that evening and grab a burger together, I was delighted when I honestly told him "No thanks, I have plans of my own."

As promised, Mary had fixed a wonderfully delicious dinner, after which we retired to the living room in order to watch the movie. Only then did we undress, making ourselves more comfortable, as well as accessible as the movie began. It certainly wasn't an 'X'-rated movie, or anything even close to that. More sensual and suggestive than anything, though a great deal of nudity certainly fueled the fires that Mary had been slowly stroking ever since the show had begun. When it eventually ended, I was anxious to continue our extended foreplay towards a dramatic conclusion. And judging by Mary's reaction so was she!

It certainly wasn't cold. Once she'd turned off the TV set, Mary threw a large thick comforter down on the floor, igniting the gas fireplace a second later, our only source of lighting. It was nice and cozy however as I quickly joined her there down on the floor. After everything we'd done so far today, I was certainly expecting more of the same, and looking forward to it. Happily content to simply finger Mary's delicious quim, and equally just as content to have her jack my cock off with her hand, I lay next to her on the floor anticipating just that.

"As nice as this evenings been," Mary began. "I think its only fitting that I treat you to something else equally as special too."

I had no clue as to what she had in mind, even as she suddenly slid further down between my legs. Only when she'd positioned herself kneeling over me slightly did I realize her intent.

The first thought that popped into my mind was Debra and Jeff in the backseat of his car. The sounds as she obviously began sucking his prick, followed closely a short time later by the obvious disgust when he'd emptied himself inside her mouth.

As such, I tensed freezing momentarily as Mary's lips softly engulfed the head of my prick, tickling it lightly with the tip of her tongue. I couldn't have spoken if I'd wanted to. Never before in my entire life had I ever experienced a sensation like this one! As good as it had felt having someone's hand other than your own jerking you off, it was ten times as good, feeling her mouth doing it, and thus like Jeff, I began to see how he hadn't lasted very damn long.

Twice I tried to find a voice with which to speak to her, wanting to warn her, assure her that I wouldn't make the same mistake as my sometimes friend had. Mary's sucking mouth performed magic tricks however; garnering my full attention as I focused completely on the sweet licks of her tongue, gentle nibblings of her teeth as she worked up one side, and then down the other along side my shaft.

Why it's even called a blowjob escapes me. There was no blowing involved at all! Perhaps a "suck job" I thought abstractly. Mary's mouth having now formed a more vacuum like suction about the head of my prick as she actually did suck, still periodically tonguing the super-sensitive head of my shaft.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, choosing to use what was rapidly becoming my most favorite word. "Oh my God Mary!" I added to that, feeling my toes tingling, the hair on my head suddenly electrified as though she'd somehow managed to plug herself in to one of the nearby electrical sockets.

And there was no denying it either. She could have sucked and licked me so slowly that even a snail wouldn't have felt it...but I still did. The orgasm had actually begun a long time ago, the moment after she'd wrapped her lips around my dick. I just didn't know it as yet. With superhuman effort, I managed to raise myself up, supporting my weight with my elbows as I glanced down towards her bobbing head. My intent, for what it was worth, to somehow extricate myself from beneath her the moment I felt my climax actually begin. I still wasn't sure if I would find my voice in time, already losing control if not consciousness as my balls tightened, tingled, and alerted me that the first of what would be several delicious squirtings were already on their way.

"Mary! Look out!" I screamed as though warning her away from an onrushing freight train or something, which in a sense, was nearly the same.

If anything, Mary picked up the pace as well as the suction that had all but claimed my soul as she drew it up and out the end of my prick, taking whatever reasoning I still had along with it.

My elbows suddenly turned into Jell-O, and I collapsed unceremoniously back onto the cushioned floor as all ten of my toes began pumping semen, or so it seemed to me anyway. That same familiar "sucking" sound was again heard however, but Mary was drawing every ounce of fluid that I was giving her without screaming hysterically as I'd almost expected her to do. I know I'd actually lost consciousness, that...or entered the twilight zone as the next thing I knew, Mary was lying beside me again, and I was unable to recall any of that happening.

"Been a while since I've actually enjoyed doing that," she told me still running her tongue over her lips.

"You...you actually enjoyed that?" I said bewildered.

"Yes! Didn't you?" she asked in mock surprise that I hadn't. Before I could comment, she continued. "There's only one thing I hate about doing that," she'd begun.

I winced, hearing Debra's angry shriek inside my head.

"What?" I dared ask.

"That I don't get to rub it into my titties afterwards!" she said simply.

I rolled my head towards her, only then daring to look into her eyes. She was grinning, that same evil wicked grin she'd given me earlier, and the same one that turned me inside out every time she did so. Which is when I also leaned forward and kissed her. Something I hadn't really done before up until now. Oh, we'd kissed. That same sort of affectionate kiss you give a family member. But never one like the one we were suddenly sharing now. If lips and mouths were capable of fucking, ours were.

I had only 'French-kissed' one other girl before. And only because some stupid spin of a coke bottle on the floor had required me to do so. It seemed silly at the time, but again, I was considerably younger then too. Now, as our tongues caressed one another, as lips sucked lips taking turns, I found a renewed passion within mere moments that frankly took me by surprise. Especially after the earth-shattering climax I had only minutes ago experienced.

We were both breathing...hard, when we finally came up for air. Mary's hand automatically seeking me out, pleased as well as mildly surprised that I was as hard as a rock all over again. I felt a little like Superman, changing the words slightly inside my head as I repeated them to myself.

"Faster than a speeding bullet, getting hard all over again, able to leap back to a full erection, more powerful than a locomotive..."

"Would you like to try licking me?" she asked.

"What?"

Superman down on his knees, the green glow of Kryptonite weakening him as he fought to preserve his strength, which was rapidly being drawn away.

"I've never done that before," I said anxiously.

"I know, and I understand that. But if you'd like to learn how, I'm willing to teach you," she told me matter of factly.

"What if I'm no good at it?" I said aloud, "Or worse, if I hate it?" I thought secretly. Already feeling guilty about even thinking that after the incredible "suck-job" I'd just been given.

"Scott? You're forgetting the rules here. Just because I did something that I like doing, doesn't mean you're expected or required to do the same."

"But what if you don't like it?" I asked.

Mary laughed. "Somehow, I don't think that's going to happen. Something tells me you're a 'natural'," she said sincerely.

"Ok, but no promises!" I said stupidly.

"None accepted," she answered back giggling.

I slid down between her legs and lay there for a moment just looking at her. I still found staring at her pussy a fascinating experience anyway, but now...going into an area I didn't even know existed was like finding out Space Mountain at Disney Land really did go into space!

"Now what?" I asked nervously, causing her to laugh all over again.

"Like I told you before Scott, take your time. Just do whatever it is you feel like doing. Don't worry, if I don't like something, I'll tell you. But short of actually biting my clit off, I don't think there's anything I can't tolerate or won't enjoy. So...just explore me with your lips and tongue. I'll guide you along," she promised.

Having been given that assurance, I eased myself closer to her, first catching her heated scent, finding it both intoxicating as well as pleasurable.

"You can fuck me with your nose if you really want to, I'm game for just about anything. But the intent here was for you to use your tongue and your mouth," she instructed me as I realized I'd all but buried my nose inside the opening of her pussy.

"Sorry," I replied, inching back.

Once again she laughed. "Like I said, you can pretty much do whatever you want to, including your nose if you wish."

I licked her. She moaned. So I licked her again, this time just grazing that pearl she'd shown me earlier. She moaned again, this time even longer more deeply.

"Like I said, you're a natural!"

I began to flick her clit with my tongue, keeping the touch soft, light and feathery. She put her hands on my head, fingers intertwining themselves in my hair. Obviously, whatever I was doing, she liked it.

"Oh fuck!" she said using my now favorite word.

Like she'd done to me, I alternated my teasing. Slowly, languishly drawing my tongue up the sweet tasting furrow of her slit, then almost savagely attacking her clit with a series of quick thrusting stabs of my tongue.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked teasingly.

"Shut up and eat me! I'll let you know if you do anything wrong!" she responded.

I grinned, nipped her clit with my teeth. She slapped the side of my head. Not hard enough to hurt, but playfully.

"Ok, do that again," she said.

I nipped her clit again, then sucked it, flicked it with my tongue, and went back to sliding my tongue back up her slit as slowly as I could manage it before repeating the process all over again.

"Oh my God...you really are a natural at doing this!" she groaned honestly enjoying it.

When Mary came, it was as though a damn had broken loose or something. If I'd thought she was wet before, it was nothing in comparison to the way she was now. Nearly drowning, I all but buried my face in her pussy as her hands once again held me there, quivering, actually crying out saying my name over and over again. God that sounded good.

Once again, we both fell asleep for a while afterwards, waking up sometime in the middle of the night. Only this time I was still comfortably situated between her legs, and this time, I went first.

When it was my turn again, I'd forgotten all about poor Debra's surprise, enjoying my second "suck-job" entirely from start to finish. And even better, this time Mary saved some for her tits too. When morning came, we got up, showered, and masturbated one another in the bathroom before heading downstairs for breakfast where we all but cooked everything there was to eat in the kitchen.

Graduation is only a few days away now. Everyone at school is talking about the big dance and all the parties scheduled for afterwards. Mary asked me what I was planning on doing. And I told her I wasn't planning on going to the dance. There was a really nice hotel restaurant that I've been wanting to try. So I told her that. She of course made reservations for us for dinner. What she doesn't know is that I also reserved what they call the 'honeymoon suite', complete with a heart shaped bed, as well as a sunken tub. Though I'm finally graduating from high school, I'm hoping that I will also be graduating into manhood. The finals for that one have me a little worried. But as Mary has proven to be the best teacher I've ever studied under, I have expectations of eventually passing that class with honors too.

I still think of, and miss my parents. But I often thank my mother silently during the night for sending me such a wonderful friend and companion, whose name I will forever cherish.

Mary.​