Lessons from a Pseudonym

So standing there in her room, she followed the lessons of his pseudonym and only helped him to take off his garments, leaving his boxer shorts on to keep his dignity, giving him the pleasure of removing her clothes. They kissed, their mouths coming together with that same chemical bond that they had always had while kissing – something about their relationship that clearly hadn’t changed. But she didn’t rush him, and he held her head gently in his strong hands, his fingers moving through her silky golden hair as he explored her mouth with his.

It seemed like an age that he just kissed her, moving those soft lips all over hers, taking them into his mouth then teasing her with his tongue. She felt giddy as he held her, quivering with nervous excitement, the same kind that she had felt at the very beginning of the relationship before she’d known and trusted him. Because it was as though they had stepped back to their early relationship again: she honestly didn’t know what he was going to do with her, and that really sent shockwaves of anticipation through her system.

They continued kissing as she felt his hands reach up under her top, to stroke the velvety skin of her stomach and move up to gently massage her breasts through her silk bra. She moaned quietly as his fingers found the hardened nubs of her nipples pressing through the underwear, and began to pinch them and squeeze them through the silk.

She held the back of his neck, pressing her lips against his, but as the feelings in her chest grew steadily more intense, her hands began to wander down over his shoulders, down his arms until she could stroke his beautifully erect penis through his underwear.

The alarm clock at the side of her bed seemed to slow down, in fact time itself seemed to decelerate, as they went about exploring their bodies in a deliberate, lingering manner, not giving in to the urgency of their biological craving.

Matt sat down on the edge of the bed, removing her top so that he could then kiss around her tummy, and as his lips moved downwards towards the waistline of her jeans, she felt her pussy almost crackle with arousal, wondering if he would want to go through with his written longing to sink his head between her legs. But he teased her, always kissing his way back up her stomach to the bottom of her bra, rubbing his forehead against her confined breasts.

His hands moved down her back, pulling her to his mouth as he kissed her, before sinking down to seek out the rise of her behind, squeezing it cheekily while looking up and sharing her smile. Then his hands swept around her hips and were pressing between her legs, feeling just how hot she was down there, and how her juices even soaked through to the heavy material of her jeans. Did it turn him on knowing how wet she was? It had seemed to in his stories.

One thing she did do to help him was to kick off her shoes as he fumbled at her fly button. Eventually, still in his slow motional approach, he gradually pulled her jeans down over her hips – kissing down her abdomen as he progressed – to reveal first the waistband and then more and more of her black silk thongs, the skimpy, sexy kind of panties that she knew from his prose really kept him at full attention.

He continued to move her jeans down, trailing his face down her body as he did so, never losing contact. He stroked his mouth and nose over the black silk of her underwear, seeming to enjoy the texture against his face as he breathed in her scent that must have been getting stronger and stronger for him as her jeans moved past her warm, damp mound to reveal the full wetness of her silk covered pussy.

He diverted his mouth away from her mound and kissed down her thigh as he pushed her jeans further down until she could do nothing but step out of them.

“You are spectacularly beautiful,” he said, his words very slightly slurred from the booze, but she couldn’t help reflecting his glorious smile.

She felt him moving upwards again, and placed her hands on his head as he moved up to her soaking panties again, trailing his mouth and nose painstakingly slowly down from her waist to get closer and closer to her mound, then down over it where her underwear was increasingly more and more saturated with her juices.

It was all a bit of a lesson. In the past, she’d always been slightly ashamed at the odour of her arousal, which no matter how clean she was before having sex, always seemed to come through again. It had made her feel uneasy if ever her boyfriends’ heads got too close to her crotch, and on the few occasions she allowed them to go down on her, she had never been able to really enjoy it since she felt so very apprehensive about what they thought of her flavour or her aroma. She’d always halted their pursuits after a brief time because she didn’t want to feel they were just trying to please her and having to endure the nature of her emissions as they did so.

But in Matt’s stories – the ones she’d managed to read, so far, anyway – he seemed to love the smell and the taste, writing about how it turned him on and drove him to maximise the exposure of her arousal to his senses in whatever way possible. So she had realised that his little moans were genuine pleasure on his part, not put on to try and make her feel better, and that made her relax as his hot mouth approached her sopping silk covered pussy.

He spent a while just stroking her drenched panties with the tip of his nose, pressing it into her hot slit and against her swollen clitoris through the silk. Her legs trembled when she felt his hot tongue pressing against her thongs, the heat easily felt through the thin material as he trailed it around her mound and then in ever decreasing circles to focus on her pussy and her little hardened button.

After a long while, he looked up at her and she withdrew her hands from his head. “You really are the most divine creature,” he said, and she really felt that he meant it, the happiness blooming inside her like a full English rose. “Can you lie down on the bed?” he asked, and she was only too willing to do so, noticing the dark circle that had appeared in the front of his boxers – the wetness of his pre-come that had seeped from the top of his hard penis. The sight made her feel even better, since it was a real sign that she really was turning him on.

She was on fire as she lay back on that bed, and he lay between her thighs. He reached up and briefly kissed her lips, before slipping down to savour her breasts. She felt his smouldering hardness pressing down on her pussy, and would have dearly loved too have felt it slide underneath her thongs to delve inside her, but that wasn’t what this was all about for her that night.

“Are you all right?” he asked her, perhaps finding it odd that she hadn’t urged him to cut to the chase already.

“Oh yes,” she purred, “very much so.”

Then, much as she was enjoying his teasing of her tender nipples with his lips and that dexterous tongue of his, she did something she’d never done before, something she now felt certain he wouldn’t object to, something she’d seen in a few of the stories she’d read. Very gently, she pushed his head downwards, not forcing him, but clearly showing him what she wanted.

He looked up at her then, one of his eyebrows raised in a slightly puzzled fashion. He seemed to have sobered up, too. He wasn’t entirely sure that she meant what he hoped she meant, so he started kissing around her tummy again. But she pressed down slightly on his head once again, and he looked into her hungry eyes and smiled, revealing his exhilaration at being allowed to continue with his oral exploration of her most intimate area.

He pushed her legs apart as his face came down to her crotch, and planted kisses all around the tops of her thighs, again stroking her black silk thongs and teasing her along the edge of her underwear with his lips and tongue, occasionally nudging the material aside to get tantalisingly close to the centre of her sensitivity.

He took it all incredibly slowly, his appreciative noises just adding to her arousal, and she was amazed at just how wet and sticky she was becoming. She wished she’d found out about Matt’s real desires earlier in their relationship, but when he started peeling her panties down her mound, she knew it wasn’t worth regretting: the future was all that was important now.

She noticed the aroma of her arousal seemed to intensify as he removed her underwear and again that doubt crept into her mind. Did he really like that? One day, she’d be interested to know why.

“Oh my God,” was all she could say as his hot, nicely textured tongue touched her clit and the top of her labia, and for the first time she could really let go and have no worries about how he was taking the experience. With her mind not thinking about how best to get him out of there while retaining as much dignity as possible, it was free to relish the unbelievable sensations racing through her body.

He began very delicately, tentatively kissing along her pussy lips, and his hot breath provoked electric sensations on her tender flesh. He brushed his face through her sprinkling of soft golden down and then trailed his tongue down along each of her outer labia before slipping inside briefly to taste her concentrated juices. Then he was away again, teasing her with that brief glimmer of promise for the real heat of his mouth upon her.

She felt his hands sweep up her thighs and then his fingers gently at her outer pussy lips. Gently, tenderly, he parted her pink folds and then he slowly licked down until his tongue was buried deep within her, her labia now pressing either side of his mouth and her burning clit pressing irresistibly against his nose. She was amazed at how deep he could tongue her, and how his tongue really worked to absorb her emissions, making little slurpy noises now and again as he ravished her.

Then he concentrated a while on her clit, and her hard little button was engulfed by his hot, wet mouth, his tongue swirling around it to drive her wild. He coated two fingers in her juices by just rolling them against her dripping pussy, and then easily slid them inside her as he continued to lightly suck her clit in his mouth and flick his tongue against it.

She couldn’t help but moan and writhe a little under his treatment, feeling his fingers squirming inside her, brushing against her most sensitive spot, seeking out every possible part of her sexuality as his superb mouth continued to indulge her clitoral needs in the most satisfying way imaginable.

Soon she was heading up that giddy road to the first real explosion of sensation within her. The rising pitch of her moans, becoming near-screams as she released her feelings verbally, indicated to him where she was headed. At the final peak of her first wave, he withdrew his fingers and once more buried his tongue inside her vagina, and it was the first time she ever came into someone’s mouth.

As she pulsated with pure electricity, he lapped up her streaming syrup, clearly revelling her coming into his mouth. She held onto his head, pressing him into her, moving him to that perfect spot for the moment.

When eventually that entire fireball between her legs dissipated, and he lapped up the final little rivulet of her arousal, he moved up beside her and her entire body felt weak and giddy from what had just happened.

He drew up level with her, and she turned to kiss him full on the mouth, if anything so that she could taste what he had just tasted. His mouth was still strongly flavoured with her juices, and it was an interesting thing to experience – salty, tangy, musky, spicy: she didn’t really enjoy it herself, but mostly because she knew it was from her own pussy.

“You really like doing that to me?” she asked as one of her hands wound its way down to stroke and squeeze his magnificent penis.

“I absolutely love it,” he smiled, then closed his eyes and moaned as she gripped his shaft tightly.

“Mmm…” she said, “no one’s ever done it for me like that…but I don’t see why you like it – most men really don’t.”

He kissed her underneath her earlobe and attempted to dispel her puzzled expression, “I love it because when my head is between your legs, the centres of my senses are right there, in contact with the most personal part of your body.” As he spoke, his fingers dropped down to caress her pussy and brush against her clit. His soft words drove her wild again: “It’s the most wonderful position for me to be in – I can touch your soft wetness, taste your succulent juices, smell your perfume mixing with your arousal, hear your response to my being there, look all the way up your incredibly beautiful body and see you react to me when I explore the intimacy between us. You really turn me on, Zoe.”

And she came again as his fingers delved deeply inside her, her vagina pulsating with pleasure that threatened to completely overwhelm her. She was highly surprised – no one had ever made her come by just talking to her, and besides that, she had never come twice without even a cock passing her pussy lips.

“Oh Matt, you really are amazing,” she said in barely more than a whisper.

Now it was her turn: she knew from Matt’s stories that though he wanted her to let him really explore her body, he wouldn’t want her just to lie back and think of England, as she often had in the past. Time for something new.

She kissed his lips again, grinning like a Cheshire cat, the straddled his chest, facing his feet. She rubbed her wet pussy down his chest and stomach, stifling a giggle as his soft chest hair tickled her tender pink folds. She gripped his body between her thighs and pressed his huge, blood-filled manhood against her pussy and her clitoris. She gyrated her hips and held his erection tightly against her heat with her soft hands, and for a while, just ground him against her pussy, basking in the wonderful contact between them.

Then she lifted herself and positioned the tip of his penis at her entrance, and slowly, she sank down onto his exquisite staff, moaning as she felt him fill her completely.

She felt his hands hold her narrow waist and he moaned, “God, Zoe, you feel incredible.”

She leaned forwards, her long blonde hair dropping down to his feet as she pulled his knees up to support her, letting them press against her soft breasts as they held her. And she knew he had a superb view of his cock, glistening with her juices, gliding in and out of her pussy as she began to ride him, her legs spread so that her knees held his thighs together and her thighs and calves clung tightly to his sides.

After a while, her pace having accelerated, she sat up, pushed his knees down, then leaned back to lie down on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She kept moving her hips, and he was able to move his in time to heighten the contact between his tantalising penis and her eager vagina.

“I love being inside you,” he whispered into her ear, “you’re so tight, so wet and so incredibly hot.”

“Touch me,” she urged him, lifting one of his hands to her breast and the other hand between her legs to press it under her hand against her swollen bud.

She moaned as he began to massage her breasts, his fingers sprawling from one rise to the other, brushing past one nipple then its twin, circling them in his palm a while before focusing in with his fingers, pinching and squeezing them while down below, his manhood slid inside her and withdrew, the connection between them the most excruciating pleasure.

Matt kissed her cheek and rubbed his face against hers as her breathing deepened again and her moaning got louder, and as he began to feel her moving towards a third crest, the speed of his finger swishing around her clitoris accelerated until she was no longer moaning, but emitting a series of frantic yelps as the pad of his middle finger quivered against her little button.

And that third final rise to the top was the most intense yet, and she just knew she wouldn’t be able to handle anything afterwards. Matt’s hands moved to her hips so he could concentrate on pushing his engorged cock deep inside her.

They rolled over as one, and she nearly screamed, “oh Matt, fuck me…fuck me…please…”

And with him on top of her back, she felt it finally overwhelm her, the intense pleasure making her cry out as the explosion tore through her from where his huge cock pumped into her ravenous pussy from behind, all the way up to where he held her breasts tightly in his hands, using them to pull himself deep inside her, where his erection – so hot within her – began to quake and then erupted to fill her with his burning oil.

The two of them collapsed, the feelings taking every ounce of strength from their bodies so that they could only roll over onto their sides, recovering without breaking connection, their breathing taking an age and a half to return to relative normality as they spooned on the bed, his softening penis still within her.

And when Zoe finally drifted off to sleep in his arms, his soft praise still in her ears, she knew that she would be returning to his stories to find out everything about what really turned him on, and one day perhaps, she could even start trying to express her fantasies in words, too.