Those Days of...Ch. 46-50

'Whose?' I asked incredulously.

'My aunt's. She's away on holiday and as I feed and take care of her cats for her, I have the key to her house, have it in my bag as a matter of fact.' she added with a wicked grin.

There was really no need to say any more, we went back to the hall, collected our things and left again without saying a word to anyone. The dance would go on until well after midnight so her parents wouldn't be expecting her home until around one o'clock, so we had hours ahead of us - and neither of us wanted to waste a minute of it.

Her aunt's place wasn't far away and though at first it felt odd being in a strange house, Sheila took me around the place as though she owned it, offered and poured a drink for me, showed me where the kitchen and the bath-room were - and then, finally, the bed-room too.

It was a very feminine room, decorated in mainly pastel colours and against that background Sheila looked even more stunningly beautiful. She stood there, looking at me, waiting for me as I darkened the room a little bit by turning off the overhead light, then, as I took her in my arms and drew her close I said softly. 'Let's take our time, there's no rush, nothing is going to happen until you really want it to, I promise you that.'

Naturally enough, although we were both fired-up, we were also a bit nervous about what we were going to do and when I first put my arms around her I felt the tension in her body. I drew her closer and began to kiss her, stroking her hair and caressing the back of her neck, and soon felt her relaxing, her thigh pressing against the growing hardness of my cock.

'You're a girl any boy would love to make love with Sheila. I can't tell you how much it means to me that I'm the one you chose to be the first. And that other part of me, the part you were talking about earlier, you can feel what he thinks about you, can't you.'

She nodded and I continued. 'It's got that big just from looking at you. You're looking absolutely beautiful this evening, beautiful - and very sexy.'

'And you haven't been able to keep your eyes off my breasts.'

I grinned down at her. 'You noticed.'

'You never seemed to look anywhere else.'

'It's just that they seem bigger suddenly - I always liked them, you know that - but, well, have you grown that much in just the last few months?'

'I have a bit - but it's probably because you haven't seen me for a while, if we'd been going out all this time you wouldn't have noticed the change from day to day.'

'I can't wait to see them properly.'

'I've been wanting you to - and to touch and kiss them too Roger. But even more than that, I've been wanting you to touch and kiss me, down there, the way you used to - you can't imagine how good that felt. And I got so mad, thinking of you giving all that pleasure to those other girls instead. That's when I decided that I wanted more than that - I wanted you to really make love to me.'

I tilted her head up and kissed her again. Her lips were moist and responsive and I felt her tongue reaching into my mouth and knew her needs were rising just as strongly as mine were. As my mouth and tongue responded I slipped both hands down behind her, gripping her buttocks and pulling her closer, so she could feel the way my cock was surging.

Moving slowly, I steered her across the room until she was beside the bed, where I stopped, broke off the kiss and looked down into her eyes. Seeing her expression of barely contained anticipation I slipped my hands up under her breasts, cupping and gently fondling them, thrilling at the firmer, greater fullness of them.

'They feel beautiful Sheila, just beautiful. I can't wait to kiss them, to feel your nipples hardening between my lips as I suck them. That's what you'd like me to do first isn't it?'

'Mmm!' she murmured, nodding slightly.

'You'll have to help me with the dress.'

'O.K. - you get out of your things too.'

We'd seen most parts of each other's bodies during the time we had been going out together - but we'd never completely undressed in front of each other and never been fully naked before, so I suppose it was understandable that we were both a bit shy and nervous. But even so, as I struggled out of my clothes I couldn't keep my eyes off Sheila as she took hers off.

The dress was easy, one zip down the back and it fell to her feet, leaving her standing there for just a few moments in her stockings and underwear - and I felt my blood start to pound even more strongly as I looked at her. Her bra and panties were the same deep blue as her dress - but were quite unlike any bra and panties I'd seen up to then. The bra was strapless of course, cut so the deep valley between her breasts was left uncovered, the supporting cups ending just above her nipples. The panties were what I now know are called French, with very wide legs and as she turned and bent to pick up the dress I caught a brief, tantalising glimpse of the creamy flesh beneath them.

But as well as all that, there were the stockings - she, like all the other girls at that time either wore nothing, or panty-hose. I'd seen plenty of pictures of women in stockings, in girlie magazines and things - but never before in the flesh. I couldn't believe how sexy they made her look - and me feel.

I guess my thing about stockings really dates from that night Barbara.'

'I can see why it's so strong then - the first time creates some very powerful memories, even if we're not conscious we have them.'

'That's true. Well, Sheila glanced across at me, gave me a shy smile when she saw how hard I was staring at her, then turned back the covers on the bed and started to take the rest of her things off.

I can still see her now - one leg up on the end of the bed, carefully rolling the stocking down. And I remember having a sudden rush of what I can only describe as sheer lust. Wanting desperately to be standing behind her - ramming my cock up into her. Somehow I managed to suppress that urge but felt myself trembling as I stood watching her. Having taken her stockings off she unclipped her bra and I finally saw just how beautiful her breasts were. Not quite as big as Greta's, but that really seemed very unimportant, and they were certainly bigger than I remembered them. But they still had the perfect shape they'd always had and I moistened my lips when I stared at those upswept curves, curves tipped with pink, already stiffening nipples.

As she slipped her panties down I tore off the last of my things and when I looked up again I saw she was staring at my cock as intently as I had been at her. Glancing down I found it was rearing almost vertically, quivering as blood continued to surge up into it.

I went across to her, pushed her gently down on to the edge of the bed, then crouched down and cupping her breasts in my hands, pressed my face down between them. The feel of the warm silkiness of her skin against my face was unbelievably exciting and as my fingers fondled and caressed her and my lips began to suck and gently nibble the spiking nipples, I felt my body responding even more strongly, my cock jerking, my balls aching from the pressure inside them.

My caresses were fuelling Sheila's needs too, as I shifted my attention from one breast to the other I could feel both nipples swelling even more, their tips becoming almost leathery - and as I continued sucking and fondling them her hands, which were holding my head hard up against herself, tightened their grip.

When I thought her breasts had received more than enough attention I pushed her backwards, so she was lying flat down on the bed, her legs dangling over the side and, pausing for a moment, looked down at her. Her silky, unblemished skin, the taut firmness of every curve, the mass of crinkly curls between her legs - and, imagining the damp heat of what was nestling inside, felt the fire that was already burning fiercely inside me, blazing even higher.

In spite of how I was feeling and although I imagine she expected me to start making love to her straight away, I had other ideas. It was a long time since she'd felt my tongue in her pussy, and I knew just how much she loved me doing that. So, easing her legs apart, I shifted myself forward between them, then lifted and rested them on my shoulders. In that position her pussy was totally exposed and I began to kiss and slowly lick my way up towards it, the warm softness of her inner thighs pressing against my face, the scent of her sex filling my nostrils.

As I always had, I took my time, hearing Sheila's familiar low moans of her steadily growing pleasure. But even so, it wasn't long before I felt rippling tremors running through her, then her body arched, lifting her hips up off the bed and her moans turned to more demanding grunts. Until then, because I wanted to prolong her pleasure as much as possible, I'd been careful to avoid directly stimulating her clitoris - but, realising how quickly her need was rising I finally I slid my tongue up over the hardened ridge and began to gently flick it.

She immediately began to buck her hips up and down, her hands clasping my head, pulling it hard up against herself, and as I steadily increased the speed of its flickering her rhythm became even more urgent as she felt herself building towards orgasm.

Then, quite suddenly, she gave an unbelievably loud shriek, and I felt her entire body convulsing. Feeling that, I stiffened my tongue and began to dart it in and out of her pussy, then, as the most violently powerful orgasm I'd ever seen her experience ripped through her, I pressed my mouth tight against her, sucking and tasting the acrid sweetness of her freely flowing juices.

Although she was gripping my head with both her hands and thighs as she literally ground herself against it, and tried desperately to hold me there, I had other plans - her and my virginity were both about to be disposed of. So, while the waves were still rolling through her I broke her grip and pulled myself up, seeing how grotesquely swollen my cock had got, its dark purple head sticky with the pre-cum that had already oozed out of it.

Sheila's eyes had until then been shut but as I stood up she opened them and stared in disbelief when she also saw the state my cock was in. From the expression on her face it looked as though her disbelief was also tinged with apprehension, realising I was about to try to get all of what she was staring at up inside her still spasming, virgin pussy.

She needn't have worried, I planned to be very gentle with her, I was determined that neither of us would remember our loss of virginity as a time of her pain but rather as one of ultimate pleasure. I felt sure that at that moment, while her body was reluctantly winding down from her orgasm, I should be able to achieve that with the minimum of force.

I helped her move further up on to the bed, got up between her legs and, as she bent and spread them wider, moved closer and guided my cock between the wet outer lips. I gave a slight push and watched it slip inside, shivering with delight at the sensations that shot through me as I felt myself sliding into the velvety warmth of a girl's pussy for the very first time.

Sheila moaned softly as she felt me begin to enter her, tensing in anticipation of what was yet to come, probably recalling the sight of it and wondering if she would be able to take it all without too much pain.

Starting with a series of small pushes, each followed by a pause, that I thought might allow her body to stretch to accommodate me, I edged myself slowly into her body, each forward movement generating exciting thrills for me, each pause giving me a chance to relish the feeling of having her pussy tightening around my cock.

Then, after I had managed to get perhaps a third of my length into her, I felt what I assumed must be her hymen restraining further progress - and knew there was only one way through that. I first made sure that she was really wet all the way up inside by using a series of short, quick stabbing movements - then, with one sudden, more powerful thrust, broke through - the momentum taking me even deeper into her.

She gave a short, sharp cry and once again I paused, to give her time to recover and speaking softly I said. 'That's it darling - the worst's over. Now relax - I'll give you a moment or two.' Adding. 'You're a real woman now you know.'

She opened her eyes, lifted her head, smiled happily up at me and answered.

'Don't worry Roger - that wasn't bad, there wasn't very much pain. But you are incredibly big - and you're very definitely a real man!'

'Good - now, just relax and enjoy what's coming.' I said, as I began to slowly rock my hips back and forth, easing a fraction more of me into her with each move. She sighed deeply, lay back, closed her eyes again and gave herself up to the sensations her body was experiencing for the very first time.

Even though I had known she was a virgin and of course I had nothing to compare the feelings with, I'd never imagined how tight the fit would be. My cock felt as though it was being squeezed down a narrow, oiled-silk tube - it was absolutely phenomenal - and the further I managed to get inside, as more and more of my cock was compressed into her, so the thrills became even stronger.

I was using slow, firm strokes, still controlling the depth of each so as not to suddenly overwhelm her newly opened body and as the exciting sensations that gave me mounted, I began to wonder if I could restrain my own climax long enough to finish what I had started. The pressure in my tightly swollen balls was making them feel as though they had been badly bruised and was becoming almost unbearable.

Then, the sighs and low moans of pleasure that Sheila had been making suddenly changed, I heard her give a long, drawn-out sigh of satisfaction - and I realised that I was at last fully embedded inside her, the entire length of me was filling her, my pelvis hard up against hers.

Once more her eyes opened and she grinned weakly up at me as she murmured, 'It's hard to believe Roger, but I think I've actually got all of you inside me!'

'I know you have - how does it feel?'

'Oh, it's indescribable far more wonderful than I'd ever imagined.' She must have realised just how restrained I had been up until then - and what it had cost me to do so - and that I couldn't hold on like that forever, because she added. 'But will you do it properly now?'

I nodded. 'Yes, I honestly can't wait much longer. You're so tight, and it feels so exciting, I'm not sure how long I'll be able to hold on - but I'll do my best to make it as good as I can for you.'

Having said that I began with long, slow, deep strokes and the sensations were so incredible I'd have loved to be able to just continue on like that, but my need had grown too strong and all too soon I realised that my thrusting had been gaining both speed and power. Luckily Sheila reacted just as quickly, grunting as her muscles flexed and enormous shudders ran up through her body and I felt sure she had begun to climb towards another orgasm.

Then I felt my inner surge begin its unstoppable rush, the rush became a torrent as my bottled-up semen seared up from deep, deep down, and, as I cried out at the intensity of the sensations ripping through me, it finally jetted deep into the heart of her. She screamed with sheer ecstasy and, winding her legs round my waist, her fingers clawing at my back, she thrust herself upwards as hard as she could, forcing my pistoning, pumping cock even deeper inside herself.

It would be hard to call those last moments, making-love, we were simply fucking - and we fucked until I was totally spent, she was limp and we were both, utterly exhausted!

We lay there, locked together, for a long time. Sweat pooled between us, making our over-heated bodies slippery. I could feel her heart pounding almost as hard as my own was and her breathing was as ragged, panting as after-shocks of pleasure continued coursing through her. My cock feeling her pussy twitching as it contracted back to its normal size. Neither of us said a word, too busy coping with what we'd finally done, the new feelings we'd each experienced - and the sheer animal-like force that had been released from some place deep inside each of us.

Then I remembered there would be blood - and that neither of us had thought about that before - the last thing we wanted to do was ruin her aunt's bedding.

'Sheila darling.' I whispered. 'There's probably going to be some blood - I'll be as careful as I can, can you sort of, well hold on somehow, while I go to the bath-room for a cloth.'

Her eyes opened slowly, almost lazily and if I hadn't known it before, seeing the way she looked up at me would have told me she loved me - and I realised that I loved her. She reached up for me, her arms twined around my neck and pulled my lips down for another of those wonderfully soft, loving kisses.

'I don't think it'll be too bad darling. But there's certainly plenty of you inside me. Millions of potential little Rogers.' she said with a chuckle as her lips and arms finally released me. 'But a damp cloth and a towel are a good idea, I should have thought of that before - but I wasn't thinking very straight just then. Be careful of yourself too, drips on the carpet I mean.'

I cupped my cock and balls as I made a quick dash for the bath-room then rinsed off the small traces of red that were mixed in with the sticky coating of semen before taking a damp cloth and towel back to minister to Sheila. As she'd said, there was surprisingly little blood, just traces similar to what I'd washed off myself but once I'd patted her pussy and inner thighs dry and she rolled over, I saw how the other fluids we'd each released had soaked the sheet beneath her.

'Oops! Problems.' I said, pointing to what I'd found.

'Don't worry about that, I'll wash them tomorrow, when I come over to feed the cats.'

'What time's that?'

'Oh, somewhere around five o'clock, why?'

'Would you like some help?' I asked with grin.

She grinned broadly back at me. 'Now that is a good idea. Maybe I should leave washing the sheets until another day, just in case they somehow get messed up again. What do you think?'

'I think that's being very practical darling. In fact, although right now I fancy something to eat, I think we should leave them where they are - just in case they get messed up again tonight, before we leave I mean.'

'Oh no - I've created a sex fiend!' she cried in mock horror. 'How can a poor defenceless girl like me cope with such a ravenously, insatiable beast?'

'Very happily and with great satisfaction I should think.' I answered and we laughed as we clung happily together.

We grabbed a couple of towels from the bath-room and wrapped them around us, more to keep from catching a chill than from modesty and as Sheila said she was a bit hungry, went through to the kitchen to make a snack from bits and pieces we found there.

It was a wonderful time, we felt like two, new people - all our senses were sharper, we passed pieces of food to each other, comparing and swapping taste sensations. Between bites we found ourselves staring at each other, and, as though to confirm that what we were experiencing was reality and not just a dream, touching and kissing, each kiss full of our new-found feelings for each other.

But of course nature soon took its course, it wasn't very long before the softly loving looks we gave each other grew slightly more intense, the touches became more intimate, the little kisses grew longer, more demanding - and sometime later I took Sheila's hand, pulled her to her feet and took her back to the bed-room.

On the way she asked if this time she could take charge - and of course I said she could. So, after she'd brought my cock up to full size again with her mouth she climbed up on top of me and that time it was she that fucked me - and that was even more sensational!