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WOL 02A Learning the Ropes {Titmouse} (mF)
WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things offend you, quit reading now. Please.
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WORDS OF LOVE 02A
Learning The Ropes
by Titmouse
(C)1997, All Rights Reserved
Part A
As I put the bag on the kitchen table, Mrs. Mize stepped
up behind me. She put her arms around me, and kissed my cheek
and temple. I could feel her breasts against my back and her
pelvis against my buttocks.
"Ed, do you want me to teach you about men and women?"
she asked in my ear. "I think I'd like to teach you. I think
it would be fun." I was frozen from foot to jaw, unable to
speak or move. Faye Mize brought a hand up and ran it through my
hair. She kissed my ear, sending a charge that went across my
shoulders and down my spine to my joint, which jerked like it
had received a shock.
"I think you're ready, Ed," she said. I loved the way
she called me Ed, not Eddie like everyone else. "I think
you're at just the right age to learn." She kissed my ear
again, with the same result, and pulled me back against her
very noticeable tits. "But not with some giggly teenage girl
who knows even less than you do. You should have someone show
you the ropes, so that you'll know how and can help them."
"God, Mrs. Mize, I don't know what to say," I said. I
couldn't face her, not and talk about sex.
"Say yes," she said, "and the name is Faye." The word
yes tried to climb out of my throat. My mouth tried to form
it and my lips reached for it, but nothing came out.
"Turn around," Faye said. "Turn around and look at me."
She loosened her arms, but kept them around me. I
turned within them and found my chest pushed tightly against
her heaping handful breasts, which swelled up as if they might
burst out of the cups of her halter. Reluctantly, I raised my
eyes from them.
"Ed, I'm going to tell you a secret that even Elmer
doesn't know," she said. I nodded, hypnotized by the two
cones of flesh drilling my chest and the thighs that pressed
against mine. "When I was a girl, a year younger than you, a
very nice man taught me about sex. It was one of the best
things that ever happened to me. Now, I'd like to pass his
favor on."
I think I was close to passing out. My erection was a
hot pipe between us, but Faye did not shrink back. She
wiggled her hips, rubbing her thighs on mine and pressing her
pelvis against mine. Holy shit, I thought.
"Kiss me, Ed." Faye was just enough shorter that she
had to tilt her lips up. Her luscious mouth reached toward
mine. I bent my head.
Her first touch was a gentle one, a lip nibble, a quick
lick with the tip of her tongue that barely penetrated my
lips. She followed it with more energy, pressing her lips
against mine, then opening her mouth and thrusting her tongue
between my surprised teeth. She lashed her tongue inside my
mouth. She held her own wide open and invited my tongue in.
She wallowed her mouth on mine until both our cheeks were wet,
and still the kiss continued-- it could have been a minute; it
could have been a day. I could have built a reputation on
what I learned from that kiss alone.
By the time it ended, any Galahad-ish notions I might
have had about what was proper between boy and neighbor lady
had wafted out the new holes in the top of my head. Faye took
my hand and led me upstairs. I followed docilely. My eyes
watched her ass waggle its way up the stairs, with occasional
side trips to her legs. Otherwise, my mind was blank.
Faye pulled me into their bedroom and shut the door.
"Don't worry about anyone coming home," she said. "Elmer's in
New York, and Jack is spending the night with his cousin.
We're all alone." I hadn't thought of it but was reassured.
"Come lie on the bed with me," Faye said. Well, that
took care of what to do next. On the bed? Already?
She sat, lay back, caught my arm and pulled me to her.
I almost fell on her, got my face close to hers, almost poked
her eye with my nose, and finally pressed my mouth to her
eagerly reaching lips. We had another of those kisses.
Faye pushed at my shoulders with her arms, and I rolled
off her, wondering if I had done something wrong. But she
quickly erased my concern by rolling onto me. Her knee snaked
between my legs. She gripped my thigh between hers and
pressed her crotch against my hip. She pushed an arm under my
head and around my shoulder, cradling me to her. Then she
kissed me again, working her lips against mine, her breasts
against my chest, her loin against my leg.
After a while, she lifted from me. "That's the way to
give someone a kiss in bed," Faye said. "Now, you try it."
She lay back and pulled me to her.
I matched her example as best I could. My leg,
tentative at first, was welcomed between her thighs. She
urged me higher, until my leg pressed against the crotch of
her shorts. A hand on my hip pulled me inward, telling me it
was okay to be there, okay to press against that secret place.
She wiggled it against my thigh.
A hand on my chest kept me from leaning in, but only
temporarily while Faye unbuttoned my checkered shirt. Then
she held it open and pulled me down to lay on her breasts. I
felt the stiffer material of her halter that covered the
bottom half and the smooth, electric skin above it of the
uncovered top of them. I kissed her, as best I could, which
was better than when I had started.
"I like the way you kiss," Faye said, and I didn't care
if I believed it or not. "I'll bet you'll be good at other
things, too." She reached behind her back, and I saw the
fabric of the halter relax. Faye had unfastened it.
"Take it off me, Ed." She pulled her hands back by her
ears, offering her chest to me. I reached up hesitantly,
grabbed the halter at the center (feeling the soft flesh on
either side) and slowly pulled it away.
They were not the best tits I've ever seen, but they
were by far the best I'd seen in person up to then. They were
marvelous, they were so...womanly, they were everything tits
should be. Faye let me look at them, and then turned her body
into mine, pressing those incredible, creamy soft pillows of
flesh against my own naked chest.
"Isn't that nice," Faye asked. "Don't you like the way
it feels with my naked breasts against you like this?" She
already knew the answer and didn't particularly expect one
from me. "Can you feel my nipples? They're getting stiff.
Did you know a woman's nipples get hard, just like your..."
she leaned in close to my ear and whispered "...your cock!"
No woman or girl had ever said that word to me. No men
and damn few boys had. While I was thinking about it, Faye
slid a hand down below my waist and introduced another aspect
of the subject. Her hand closed around me. I liked her grip
better than mine. Her hand stroked my cock, my chest absorbed
the burning flesh of her breasts.
"I suppose all the girls are bold enough to grab you
these days," Faye said. It was news to me. "But what will
you do with a shy girl? You have to carry the ball."
I couldn't conceive of getting this far with the boldest
girl I knew, let alone a shy one. The closest I'd gotten
before this was a few "outside" touches. Once a girl had put
her hand in my lap by accident, which had scared and
embarrassed us both. But I was willing to learn.
"Kiss her?" I asked, surprised that my voice worked.
"Of course," said Faye. "But kiss her all over. Kiss
her lips, but kiss her neck and her shoulders and especially
her breasts."
She pulled my lips to hers, matching action to word.
After a delicious but shorter kiss, she guided my head to the
area just below her jaw. I kissed it, but apparently not
correctly.
"Like this," Faye said, switching roles. She sucked at
me, nibbled on me, kissed me with soft, teasing lips. She
dropped to the base of my neck and bit me just short of pain,
followed by more teasing nibbles and kisses. My prick swelled
under her hand, and she petted it.
I took over again, doing it her way. Although there
were no surprises for Faye, she seemed to appreciate my
efforts. The little hollows just above her collarbone were
particularly sensitive. I tossed in a kiss on her ear and,
recklessly, a tongue poked into it, and was rewarded by a
full-body shimmying shudder as Faye tried to press every part
of herself against me.
Faye arched her back and reminded me that her tits
expected attention, too. With growing confidence, I kissed
all over them, licked at the nipples and felt that unique hard
softness for the first time, sucked on them, gently at first,
and then stronger when Faye pressed them into my mouth. I
felt like I was getting the idea.
Either Faye thought so, too, or she had lost track of
her original teaching theme. She kissed me and put both of
her hands to the top of my shorts. My prick and heart both
leaped as I guessed what she was about to do.
"I think maybe you're getting too worked up, Ed," Faye
said. "I think I'd better cool you down." Her fingers deftly
slipped the button at the top of my shorts and snaked down the
zipper. "But not the way the girls you know want you to cool
down. Oh, no, not like that." I was dying to know what she
meant. It certainly sounded like an improvement.
She slid a hand inside and found the only thing that was
in there. Nothing between my prick and her hand but my
undershorts. Another first. She slipped her fingers under the
waistband and took the situation in hand. Oh my God, if that
feeling could somehow be bottled and sold!
"I'm going to show you something," Faye said. "I hope
nobody else has done this to you. I want this to be extra
special." Since nobody had done anything to me, I was fairly
sure we were on track for another first. I couldn't figure
out what it was, though, unless she was going to jack me off.
Did women know about jacking off?
Faye tugged my undershorts downward, pushing my pants
ahead of them. She got them past my knees, slipped off my
sneakers, and pulled them all the way off. I still had my
socks on, but neither of us cared. My prick was all the way
up and leaning over backwards. I was looking everywhere but
there. I felt so godawful exposed!
"Oh, what a lovely prick!" Faye said, and I didn't mind
as much. "Oh, honey, that's very nice. You're going to be
just fine." She was on her knees at the side of the bed. My
knees hung over the side. She was looking right at my cock.
I wondered what my balls looked like to her.
Faye leaned forward and licked my cock like a lollypop.
Holding it in both hands, she kissed her way around the head.
She gave it a little kiss right on the top. She gave it a
little lick in the same place. She opened her lips and slid
her mouth down over my cock, taking it deep into her throat.
The feeling was incredible. I lost all control of my
thoughts, which sloshed back and forth. I had never heard of
such a thing, I had never thought of such a thing, and I damn
well had never in my lifetime ever felt such a thing.
Faye pulled her head back, and I thought for one instant
that that was it, that it was over. But no. Faye pushed my
prick into her throat again, a little deeper than before. She
strained to get it deeper, making little gagging noises and
scrambling with her lips on the stem. She pulled back and
pumped her mouth up and down several times rapidly. She
sucked on the head, pushed it deeper, and sucked on as much as
she could.
I knew I was going to cum and didn't know what to do.
Should I tell her? I HAD to tell her. What if she didn't
know? She was going to get a mouthful pretty quick if I didn't
tell. She'd KILL me! But if I told her, she might stop, and
that might kill ME.
"Faye..." I gasped, "I'm going to...you know."
She pulled her mouth off and looked at me. "Oh, are you
now? Are you going to cum, baby? Is your cock going to spit
cum out of the end?" Faye gave me a wicked smile and gave my
cock another lick. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?"
I had no answer for that, but she didn't need one.
"I want you to," Faye said. "I'm looking forward to it.
I'm going to suck on your cock, and pull on it like this,
until you cum right in my mouth."
Looking me right in the eyes, she brought my cock to her
lips and pushed her mouth down over it. She steadied it with
one hand near the base and gripped it with the other up close
to her lips. Hand and mouth worked together as one long tube.
The hand gripped me, slid up and down me, brushed the
sensitive under side of my prick. Her mouth licked me,
pressed me, sucked me, worked me with her tongue.
It took maybe a dozen strokes like that to push me over
the edge. I remember a feeling of disappointment, that it was
too quick, and then I was falling off a cliff. My cum
exploded out of my balls and shot out the end of my cock.
Faye went wild. She gobbled and sucked and swallowed
and pumped. Her hand and my cock were suddenly slick and
glistening. Strings of cum overflowed her mouth, dripped off
her hand and onto my stomach. I watched it all while jolts of
pleasure jerked my body. The universe focused on my prick and
Faye's enveloping, sucking mouth.
Faye sucked at me until the last jet had spurted into
her mouth, then nursed at me for a while, pulling gently on my
cock with her lips. After a while, she pulled her mouth away.
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End of Part A of 'Learning the Ropes' by Titmouse.
Part B posted separately.
************************************************************************
MOTH
Yes
I love the flame
and yes
it kills me.
Ah, but
it is you that
does not understand.
The Light!
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