Hope Needs Sean

"Tell me," I whispered. "If I do it wrong, tell me. Teach me."

"Oh... you're doing wonderful," she moaned. "Perfect. Don't stop!" My arms went around Hope's legs as I settled between them, and began to eat my first pussy. Gently at first, and then with growing hunger, I licked and sucked at her snatch, finding all her intricate tissues. I used my fingers to spread and open her, and I saw the eye of God staring back at me as I extended my tongue and used a long, thrilling lick from the base of her pussy to the top, stopping only to circle her clitoris once, twice, and then down again, delving inside her molten cave to taste her again.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Hope groaned, lifting her hips off the bed and twisting them against my face. I renewed my attack, using more friction and moisture, using one of my hands to tease and caress her clit as I used my tongue to lick and gently suck at her juices.

Hope was getting closer now, ever so much closer. A woman was about to have an orgasm because of what I was doing to her, and I didn't want to miss a thing. I looked up, surprised to see Hope fondling her own breasts, pulling and twisting her rock-hard nipples. Her eyes were closed and she was tossing her head from side to side, biting her bottom lip, hunching her hips up off the bed into my face. Hope's hands left her breasts, finding my head, pressing my face against her sex harder as she dissolved into her first orgasm under my tongue.

It was long, drawn-out and very wet. Her cunt saturated my face with her orgasm and I went wild, licking and sucking and gulping. I didn't want to miss a single molecule of her. I wanted it all. She was on my face, in my mouth and on my tongue, in my hair and eyebrows and eyelashes. It was the scent of love, of pure passion, of desire and hunger.

Finally, she pushed me away, rolling me onto my back. Hope rolled on top of me, and we shared a tender, intimate kiss.

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you so much."

"For what?"

"My husband... hates to do that. He thinks it's gross." I kissed her again, and then said, "Tell you what: I'll make you a deal. Any time you need someone to go down on you, you give me a call, and I'll be happy to relieve the itch."

Hope laughed and kissed me again. It was a wonderful sound, a sound I could listen to for the rest of my life. Hope continued to kiss me, and then she started moving south. She kissed my hairy nipples, and then between them, and then my stomach, and my belly button. My cock was throbbingly erect. I was so ready for her, so eager for her touch.

She got between my legs as I had done for her, kneeling, bending over, letting me watch her breasts sway with her movements. She grasped my cock with her perfect hand and stared at it, whispering softly. "It's perfect. So hard and strong and... FAT."

I laughed at that. I remembered someone's words: Doesn't matter how long it is, as long as it scrapes the sides. Apparently that was true, because Hope lowered her face and kissed my cock softly, as if it were a rare treasure that needed to be savored.

That's the best description that I can find. She savored my cock, licking its entire length gently, softly, getting me wet and slick with her mouth. She lowered her face and licked my balls, something I'd never even considered. The feeling was delicious, and it sent shivers up and down my body. "Mmmm," Hope moaned into my testicles. "I love the taste of your nuts!" That was a little dirty, a little kinky, and it turned me on. I began to understand that you could mix the good and the nasty together and get a potent concoction. The thought that Hope trusted me enough to show this side of her to me was exciting and a little scary at the same time.

"Yeah, suck my balls," I said softly, and she lifted her head to smile at me.

"You must think I'm a horrible slut," she said with a grin.

"Yeah... but you're MY slut!"

She laughed that gay, happy little laugh. "You do understand, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. Every woman wants to let her hair down from time to time and just be a person, instead of a wife and a mother. And every person needs a little nastiness, a little kink, a little delicious sleaze to feel alive and wanted and desired."

Hope had been stroking my cock during my little speech.

"I'm so glad that it was you..." she whispered. "I couldn't imagine a more perfect night with anyone else." And then she lowered her face, opened her mouth, and slid the entire length of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. I gasped with the sudden contact of her mouth and tongue and lips against my cock.

Slowly at first, and then gaining a little speed, Hope bobbed her head up and down my cock, using one of her hands to stroke my thighs, the other to gently massage my balls. Her face was closed in concentration or pleasure, and I just sat back and watched her. It was going to be soon, I knew, but I wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined Hope making love to me orally. It was just too much to hope for.

And then I was there, feeling my nuts tighten in Hope's hand. She massaged them, squeezed them, used them to lift my cock deeper inside her mouth. My cock throbbed once, twice, and then I was shooting, filling her mouth with my cream. Hope sucked and gulped, eagerly welcoming it all down her throat.

She slithered up my body and kissed me. I could taste myself in her mouth, and it only made me kiss her harder.

"Make love to me, Sean," Hope whispered. "Please!"

Hope gazed into my eyes as she slowly brushed the hair out of my eyes. Her eyes were soft and sweet and loving. Her smile was small and secret, and I knew a little of what she felt. No matter what happened in my life, no matter where I went or what I did, or who I eventually became, no one could take this away from me, this perfect night with Hope.

I was a little scared as I rolled her over. This was It. The Big One. The loss of my virginity to this exquisite woman. I had wanted nothing else for as long as I could remember. And now here it was, in front of me, waiting for me, beckoning me. Hope spread her legs open beneath me, and I felt the heat and moisture of her crotch pressing against mine. My cock had barely gone down since cumming in Hope's mouth, and I was eager to get started, but remembered my manners.

I lifted my weight off of her and reached down to grasp my rod. It felt hard and fat, even to my hand. I slid it up and down her leaking slot, looking for her entrance. Hope smiled at me and reached down, guiding me to her entrance. I felt her opening, and slowly inserted the first inch.

I don't remember what I thought sex would be like, but this was not it. It was a million times better than I could have ever possibly thought it would be. Inch by slow, hard inch I filled Hope with my rod, watching her face as she felt me inside her for the first time. She bit her lip sexily, smiling up at me, and then closing her eyes and groaning low in her throat as I bottomed out inside her. Hope's vaginal walls clasped me snugly, milking me.

Hope laughed out loud. "You should see your face," she kidded me. "You look like you found God."

"No," I managed to whisper, "But I've found my Goddess..." And then, as she smiled wider at me, I started moving, withdrawing my prick slowly, feeling her walls trying to hold me inside her. I left just the tip in and then slid forward again, grunting at the pleasure and the ecstasy.

"A little faster, please," Hope requested, and I quickened my pace. Hope pulled my head closer to hers and lifted her face to kiss me. Our kiss was soft, gentle and loving. That's what this was, I realized. We were not fucking, we were not having sex... we were making love. Two people that cared deeply about each other as individuals were expressing their love and care in the best way possible. This was an incredibly special and intimate moment between two people, and I wanted to savor it all night long.

Our lovemaking wasn't hurried or rushed, allowing the both of us to experience maximum pleasure and satisfaction. Hope's blowjob had given me a little stamina, and my oral sex had given her more natural lubrication. Her legs came up and closed around my waist at the same moment her arms closed around my neck. I was cocooned by her body, by Hope's pussy and breasts and face and mouth, and at that moment, in the middle of all that pleasure and closeness, I sincerely wondered if her husband had lost his mind. I mean. ... what man wouldn't want to come home to this woman every night? She was funny and smart and heart-meltingly sexy? What more could you want? Sure, she didn't have the tight, trim body of a teenager. But she did have experience and intelligence and compassion, things sorely lacking in most of the teenagers I knew personally. She was warm and giving. She was everything I ever wanted, and I cursed my bad luck for not being older, not being a man for her to love, a man she could welcome into her life. I wanted to stop this, just for a second, stop this carnival ride of lust and pleasure and quietly, gently explain that I wanted to spent the rest of my life with Hope, that I loved her more than anything in the world, more than I could ever hope to love anyone in my life.

Instead, I continued to make love to her, continued to use my cock to give her pleasure, continued to do my best to be a man for her. I was getting close, I knew, and it wouldn't be long before I exploded in my first orgasm inside a woman. I was aware that Hope hadn't cum yet, and I wanted to change that. I wanted her to cum with me; I knew it was probably unrealistic to expect that we would have a mutual orgasm, but I desperately wanted her to cum with me inside her.

I reached a free hand down and gently stroked her clit. Hope's eyes flew wide open and she bucked against me, lifting her hips harder against my groin. I felt her vaginal walls clasp incredibly tight around me, and then it happened.

"Oh, you dear sweet man, please do come inside me!" I had no choice. Hearing her ask for it, beg for it, plead for it did it to me. I grunted and shoved, burying every last inch inside her, twisting my hips, letting me pubic hairs scrape against her clit, trying to bring her over the edge with me. Miraculously, it happened. We came together, clutching our bodies against each other, sweating and smiling and kissing as our brains exploded in mutual, simultaneous pleasure. Our mouths broke apart, gasping for breath.

Hope's laugh started low in her throat, and built to a chuckle. She was laughing out loud, an incredibly happy, joyous laugh. I knew she wasn't laughing at me, but I was curious.

"What?"

"I've never... never had an orgasm with a man inside me before."

I gaped at her, and then realized that her husband must be a selfish, shitty lover. "Well, I'm glad I could be the first one," I smiled. Hope tightened her legs around my waist, holding me inside her. "You're the only one in my life now, Sean."

I moved us over until I was on my back. Hope fingered the hair out of her face, tucking it behind one ear. I wanted so badly to tell her that I loved her, wanted so much to let her know how much she meant to me, but I held back. I didn't want to sound like an infatuated teenager, someone who had no control over feelings governed more by glands than by brains.

I remembered a fantasy that I'd had about Hope about a year ago, and burst out laughing myself.

"What?" she wanted to know.

"Nothing," I said. "I was just thinking about a fantasy that I had about you a while ago."

"Mmm," she said, tracing my chest with a fingernail. "Tell me about it."

"You'll think it's silly," I said.

"No, Sean. Never!" Her face was serious, and I decided to trust her. I wasn't sorry.

"Well... I used to have this fantasy that we spent an entire day together, as boyfriend and girlfriend, doing all sorts of neat, romantic things, like having breakfast in bed, then going out and doing stuff, having a picnic lunch maybe, going to a movie and dinner, maybe drinks and dancing, and then back to my house for a night of lovemaking. And in the morning, you wouldn't remember a thing, and I'd have this perfect memory of a night spent with my perfect woman." I finished my story and waited to see her reaction.

"Why wouldn't you want me to remember?" she asked.

"Because," I explained, "I was never very popular with the girls, and I wanted to be able to love you, to be in love with you, to make love with you... without having you feeling embarrassed or... silly." Her expression grew serious.

"Do you love me, Sean?"

There was a moment of silence. "Yes," I finally whispered. "I do."

Her hand caressed my face as she stared into my eyes. Her smile was soft and tentative. "You have your whole life ahead of you, Sean. All of it. Why me?"

I laughed. "Why is the ocean blue? Why does the sun come up? It just does, it just is. I don't know why or when. ..I just know I do." I looked away. "I'm sorry if that... if that's a problem."

Hope just kissed my jaw softly, using her hands to turn my face back to hers. "No problem," she said. Her mouth opened against mine, and as she slid her tongue into my mouth I knew it was going to be all right, no matter what happened.

What happened was that Hope and I made love twice more that night. As it got late, and we realized that Jesus might return, we reluctantly got dressed, and I went home. I could hardly sleep that night, my thoughts so filled with Hope as they were. The next day, I went back over to see Jesus, and Hope met me at the door with a huge smile on her face. As I stepped in, Hope drew me into a passionate embrace. Her hands clutched at me as she drew me against her, and I kissed her back as hungrily as she kissed me.

"I have news!" she said, her face alight with merriment. For a sudden second, I had a fear that her husband had returned.

"Jesus is going away to camp!" she said. "He'll be gone for nine weeks!"

"What?"

"Jesus is going away to camp! He and Heather got jobs as counselors at a camp in Maine! They're leaving in four days for nine whole weeks!"

And then I realized what it meant. We would have nine weeks alone together, nine weeks to discover what, exactly, was going on between us.

I pulled her to me again, kissing Hope's neck and cheeks. "Where is he now?" I moaned.

"At Heather's," she moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck. "He'll be back in about an hour-ooooh!" she moaned as my hands found her breasts. We sank to the floor and made love right there on the kitchen linoleum. It was fast and sweaty and eager, and I kept telling her how beautiful and sexy she was. Once again, she orgasmed as soon as I did, and as we got dressed, Hope kissed me softly.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you when you left," she said. "I must be crazy... but I think I love you, Sean."