Jayne's World Pt. 06

Well to be precise, and at such times precision does seem important, you made love to me. Not that I complained or really saw anything wrong in it, but it was a little odd. It was exciting to be stripped naked slowly, with just the right touch of aggression, it was amazing to have my legs lifted, twisted, pushed apart and opened. It was so stimulatingly stirring to have your head go down on me. It was incredible to feel your tongue explore me and find all those sensitive places 'down there.' But it was odd, and somewhat lonely is the term that comes to mind, to be naked, to have a man orally fucking me and to find my orgasm growing, while he is still fully dressed. There was no skin on skin, no flesh to flesh. So, as your mouth anointed my cunt, as your tongue probed me and as your fingers accompanied that so you built up slowly, but very markedly my orgasm, yes as you started to make me cum, I did not get any real answers. Your mouth was as other's mouths, both male and female, that had visited me there before and I did not 'feel' you, so my quest for that knowledge remained just that; a quest.

Him.

I'm not sure exactly why I wanted to make you cum. Well, that's stupid, of course I did. What I mean is, why I wanted to take you to orgasm this way? With my mouth. Why I wanted to put your pleasure before mine? Why was this all about you, not me?

Perhaps, as I knew we had all day and night, I wanted to take things slowly, step by step.

Maybe I felt I had to prove myself to you?

Perhaps I needed to show you that a man of my age could give pleasure without the need to drag my cock from my trousers and get 'down to it'.

Maybe I felt I should show you that it wasn't all about me?

Perhaps the moon was made of blue cheese?

Fuck, I didn't know! All I did know was that I so needed to put your enjoyment before mine, that I went down on you. I wanted your juices. I wanted your groans. I wanted to make your body squirm. I wanted to hear you grunt and moan. I wanted your fingers in my hair, urging me on. I wanted to feel you, experience you and yes, make you cum. I wanted your orgasm.

The way your body bucked when you did cum made my cock twitch, strongly. It sent a bolt of electricity through my body as well as yours. My befuddled mind, that had told me to take things slowly, changed its mind. How could I take things slowly when my need for you was so great?

No, not my need or desire for you, although that was undoubtedly true. Nor my lust for you, despite that arousal being self-evident. Right then, at that moment, you were the sexiest woman on the planet and there, in your bedroom, on your bed, I needed to sink my cock inside you.

I had to experience you. Experience what though?

Your velvet walls around my hardness!? The look in your eyes when I entered you!? Your young flesh pressing against my not-so-young flesh!? The way your face contorted as I slid inside!? The touch of your skin against my skin!? The way you reacted when we were joined!? The grip of your young muscles on my ageing cock?

Would your hands grip my ass? Or dig into my back? Or grab my head? Would you bite or scratch? Would your legs widen to welcome me? Would they wrap themselves around my back? Would your feet plant themselves firmly on the mattress? Or cross over the top of my buttocks? Would your heels dig into my ass, forcing me deeper? Would you groan? Would you grunt? Would you moan? Would you purr? Would you talk dirty and would you scream?

Slowly, I rose to my feet. I stood above you, looking down and devouring your naked body as I removed my shirt. My eyes watched your eyes. They ran over my body as I threw the shirt away. What were they thinking?

Did you expect my chest to be tanned? Not being a sun worshipper, it wasn't. Were you disappointed?

Did you expect wrinkles? I giggled inside at the thought wondering if you actually expected my skin to be hanging from my body.

Reaching down, I took your hand and brought it to my chest, holding it there as I ran it across my smooth, moderately hairy skin. Your touch was cool. I was making a point, as well as reassuring you. What I hadn't expected was the way my cock throbbed at the sensation of your fingers on my flesh.

I held your hand more tightly as I dropped it to the bulge in my black jeans, gratefully feeling you grip me. I couldn't help but moan.

My hands went to my belt. I unfastened it with an urgency that was running through my psyche. I ripped it away and then unzipped myself, watching as your hand dropped away as I pushed my jeans down to my feet. I kicked them away and then dragged one sock off, then the other.

Your eyes were glued to my crotch and I pulled my boxers down, allowing your gaze to feast on my rock-hard cock.

Feast?

Okay, that may have been the wrong word. The good news was that I was fully erect, hard and aching, just for you. The bad news was that I was no larger than average. Was that a disappointment? The good news was that if and when you felt me, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between me and the young bucks who I assumed you'd been with.

"Want me to put a bag over my head?" I asked, watching every emotion on your face, in your gaze. "See if it makes any difference?"

Her

It was a strong climax, a heavy orgasm; you gave me a monumental cum. Truth be known it had started when I took my top off. That outlandish gesture, something that really was out of character for me, had got things going. Your mouth and hands on my bare breasts, your eyes adoringly scanning my body, your removal of the rest of my clothes and you taking me to my bed, naked had increased the tempo. Kissing me, touching me, caressing me and opening my legs had started making me shudder. Your fingers visiting my clit, sliding along the length of my pussy then going inside had opened my floodgates and your mouth on my most womanly place had crumbled every single vestige of defence I had. As I lay whimpering my legs spread, your head between my thighs, your tongue doing such amazing things to me, every part of my body joined in a symphony of seemingly synchronised sensations. They combined to join up each sexually sensitive place I had. My clit felt as though it was hot wired to each of my nipples. My pussy seemed intrinsically linked to each of my breasts. They all exchanged 'good vibrations everywhere,' vibrant sensations, sensual messages, erotic signals and such fucking incredible feelings. I wasn't just cumming with my body nor with just my mind, I was not climaxing just with my tits or nipples, clit or cunt, I was cumming with everything I had and I was cumming everywhere. My little toe seemed to be as affected as each of my ridiculously bloated nipples, my blonde hair felt it as much as my breasts and my kneecaps reverberated with such powerful sexual shudders as did my cunt. I trembled and shook, thrust and surged and almost convulsed as all hell let loose everywhere. I was a blubbering, moaning, groaning grunting and whimpering mess as it felt as though your head slid all the way up my cunt. That went on for some time, just how long I have no idea for time had ceased to exist. In fact, nearly everything else had also seemed to no longer exist. There was just you, me and, most crucially my body that was left to exist. But then things changed again, marvellously and so erotically. You started to undress for me; yes, for me not for you it seemed but at worst for us. That was perfect. Both the act of baring yourself and the moment you chose to do it. I always find it adds something to my arousal to be naked, or as good as, whilst my partner is dressed; I also find similar things happening if I am dressed and he is naked. Odd! So, when you 'disrobed' me you added even more to the already extreme excitement of the situation. I was still trembling. My tits felt so full and heavy. They also felt big, as big as I would like them to be, as big as my mum who has ample C going on D cups. My nipples were still aching with the need for further relief and my cunt, inside, out and all along each lip was on fire. I was coming down from the awesome height of my orgasm to the level where I needed to be held and loved before being fucked. And of course, you knew that, you were aware of my need and you provided that.

So, to have you 'perform' for me was so in keeping with what was happening that I felt even more pangs of orgasmic delight. As you revealed your cock to me, I have to admit to a slight feeling of relief in that you were superbly hard, for I had some worries along those lines. Naked cocks in pictures do little for me. When the cock has little or nothing to do with me, but is simply an inanimate object owned by an unknown, I rarely look on it as a massive, or even moderate come to that, turn on. It's not as the view of a female breast or thigh is to a man, then it is the look and shape irrespective of whose flesh is on show that is the turn on. Perhaps that's part of the reason why men find it easier to shag someone they don't know, whilst we struggle with that. So, a cock, as hard and as sturdily appealing as that you were flaunting at me has little appeal in isolation. If what you were showing was in a photo in a newspaper, I would probably turn the page and check the weather, it would be more exciting! But when a cock is as close up and personal and its target is clear and obvious and is me, everything changes. Then it does thrill, it does excite, it does arouse for it becomes an object of serene beauty. That's almost certainly due to the realisation that soon it will provide me with the ultimate female sexual thrill, that soon it will become an invader, that soon it will enter and penetrate me. Yes, that soon, that hard, ready and so available cock will be fucking me. As both of my hands found my waiting breasts and caressed them, so I smiled gratefully at you. Stroking the tingling flesh and gently pinching my aching nipples, I said quietly.

"Thank you, James that was beautiful."

Full of the confidence in your own nudity that comes with experience, and is often generally lacking in younger men or, so I have concluded from my moderate sample, you stroked your cock as you laid on your side beside me propping your head up with your hand.

"Oh Jayne," you whispered as you stroked my face, "You don't need to thank me."

"Yes, I know I don't," I said, slipping my arm round your neck, pulling your face towards me and lifting my head so that we could kiss. "I just wanted to though," I whispered.

"That's lovely," you said, stroking my breast. "So do you want to?" You asked.

"Yes of course James, I want to, very much," I replied, thinking you meant did I want to make love.

"Have you got one then?"

"What?"

"A bag," you replied laughing. We both realised the mix up at the same time and laughed.

"Don't be silly, that's not what I want?"

"So, no bag then?"

"No."

"Not over my face?"

"No of course not."

"What then, Jayne? What do you want?"

"This," I groaned reaching out and wrapping my fingers round your erection. "This is what I want James," I went on looking you right in the eye as I slowly pumped that stirring lump of blood engorged flesh. I want this, I want your cock James. Please give it to me.

Him

My cock was so hard, it ached. It ached because of your words. It ached at the sight of your stunning young body. It ached at the recollection of you moaning under my pleasuring tongue. It ached under the hand that was gently stroking it, making it even harder. And it ached at the thought of fucking you.

At last! At long last! Fucking Jayne!

"Of course, you can have it," I said. "It's yours for as long as I'm here. To do with what you want." Twisting around to move my body against yours, I added, "And to do with what I want, too."

At first, you mistook my movement. You thought I was preparing to fuck you. I wasn't, not yet. Instead, I took you in my arms, pulling your head onto my shoulder, dragging one of your legs and draping it across my thigh. We had all the time in the world.

One hand gently stoked your soft hair, while the other caressed the soft skin of your ass. Just my fingertips. I traced along the heart shaped curve of your bum, softly, gently, loving the contented sigh that escaped from your lips. Slowly I adjusted position, so that my hand dropped from your hair to run along your face and shoulders finding and tracing your freckles bringing to mind the old Irish saying my nan used to say, 'a face without freckles is like a night without stars.'

My other hand advanced up to your back, running up to the top of your spine and then back down again. I could feel my cock twitch with each tender gesture and knew that you'd feel it, too. For the moment, we both ignored it. It would be time soon enough.

My fingers lightly caressed your back, out to the sides, up to your arms, and then back down again. When you twisted a little in my arms, I brought my hand to your stomach, circling your navel, drawing patterns along your tummy, and then sliding upwards to your tits.

I ran my fingers around the curve of one breast, and then the other. Slowly, exaggeratedly so. Then they found your nipple, hard and erect. The tip of my finger pushed it in a little circle, loving the hard feeling as I manipulated it.

My cock told me I couldn't wait any more. It told me it shouldn't wait anymore. Your soft moans suggested you were thinking the same. Not that they made any difference. I was in that moment when a man needs his willing woman, when it would take a wild horse to stop him from, what's the quaint phrase, 'fucking the arse off of her!

You were rolling onto your back even as I began to change position. My body slid onto yours, my knees pushing your widened legs even wider apart. I rubbed my cock along your wetness, but made no attempt to enter. Not yet. I sat up on my knees so that my cock could tease you further, while my hands took your wrists and pulled them together above your head.

Our eyes met and I leant down to kiss you. It was a gentle kiss to begin with, or a series of kisses to be more accurate. Our heads adjusted position to explore different angles, lips on lips, tongue flicking against tongue, teeth biting on lower lips, tongues searching around the inside and outside of each mouth.

"Want my cock?" I breathed into your open mouth.

"Yes," you gasped.

"Want me inside you?"

Your grunt answered for you.

"Want my cock in your cunt?" I asked.

Your grunt turned into a moan.

"Want gramps to fuck you?" I teased. "Want gramps to fuck his horny young bitch?"

"Yes," you groaned, finding the word from somewhere. "Yes, you bastard."

I stared into your eyes. That come-to-bed Jayne look had disappeared. It was replaced with a fuck-the-life-out-of-me look. Without you even knowing I slipped a condom on and moved closer to you.

My cock was aching so hard, it hurt. I slid it against your oily, labial lips, searching for entry. But something wasn't quite right, not what it should be, the angle of penetration I inwardly grinned was wrong. You knew it too and wiggled your lower self before reaching down and taking my cock in your hand.

"What the fuck's this," you muttered in almost a growl.

"A johnny," I innocently replied.

"We don't need that I am all pilled up so you won't have any baby Jayne's to contend with."

"Not just that is it love?"

"You want to feel what it's like to fuck me so I wanna feel what it's like being fucked. And I am totally clean, aren't you?"

If it had not been such an intense situation at a critical stage of lovemaking I would have laughed when I realised not only was I clean but also was incapable of making her pregnant as I had been snipped some fifteen years before when the woman I was about to fuck, now, was only eight!

"Yes of course and I forgot to mention when I gave you my CV, I have had a vasectomy."

"Then grandad stop fucking about, take it off, here I'll do it," she said pulling it off and throwing it onto the bed. "And make love to me."

Now with an uncovered green light I went for it and like a homing beacon, it found its way home. Exactly to where it belonged. Inside, Jayne.

Your legs raised either side of me, hanging loosely then resting on the top of my ass. I slid in an inch, then another. Slowly, like a surgeon carrying out a delicate incision. I love that moment of entry. The exquisite feeling is so unlike any other. The sheathing of a man inside a woman! But the fact it was you, Jayne, simply exaggerated the pleasure to levels I had rarely experienced before.

"Ready?" I asked, gripping your hands more tightly above your head. My tongue licked across the outside of your lips, tracing their shape. Your ass lifted from the bed a little, taking, no not taking it felt more like it was dragging half of my cock inside you. That sensation was even more amazing with you than usual. It was as if you were sucking me into you.

Suddenly, the teasing was over. I groaned. I moaned. I may even have whimpered. As your legs gripped me tighter, I threw my head back and thrust all the way inside. Home at last.