Reclaiming My Sex Life Ch. 04

Marla felt her wetness double and then double again but she stayed relaxed until John licked the broad part of his tongue through her slit and across her clit. Her hips lifted to follow. They were rewarded by the most gentle nursing on her clit that she could imagine. Her legs widened. For a second her mind almost challenged why her body was leading but his index finger pushed directly into her g-spot and curled pushing her clit out more so it would have to feel his lips.

For the next half hour, time stood still; it did not exist. Instead, Marla enjoyed and let her body lead her life for the first time. Her hips began to churn gently and he released her hands. They naturally went to his head. They knew he wanted them to guide him and teach him how to best please her sensitive body. Her body wanted to give him encouragement so it made noises for just him to hear. She did not realize that all her movements and sounds were building. She was holding his head tighter to her, her thighs now were closed over his ears, her hips matched his finger's thrusts into her spongy spot and her sounds were now a series of encouraging, yeses.

If he changed anything it was subtle. He was in no hurry. He could speed her but he wanted to learn the early morning pace of her body. Some mornings, he hoped that she would still be full of their combined juices from a pleasurable night before. Today he only tasted her. It is what he wanted. He now could answer Marla's question.

Her body tightened. She was sure she was going to pee. He told her, "Let your body go. It knows."

Her Kegel muscles relaxed and something different happened. His finger pressed and rubbed into her g-spot and she felt a squirt of liquid come from deep inside her womb. The strange contraction repeated for one more spritz and then her climax contracted her abdomen with such force that she doubled over, wrapping her body around John's head. The climax rippled again and then again. His tongue lapped at her wetness. She wanted him to have it but her body was too sensitive. Her hands pushed his head away. The maddening finger kept going. She couldn't think about that. Her body curled into a fetal ball as it rolled to one side. John crawled up and held her. His morning piss hard fit perfectly along the crack of her hot ass while her breathing returned to normal.

After a while, Marla really did have to pee. She knew John did too. First she wiggled out of bed and then reached back and tugged his cock, urging him to follow her. The old Marla would have been embarrassed as he knelt in front of the toilet spread her knees, opened her pussy's lips, watched and waited. He watched as she hissed and splattered into the water. He wasn't good at it but he tore some toilet paper from the roll and dabbed her dry. Marla took it but her pussy was very, very sensitive. Too sensitive for him to touch.

With some effort they changed places. At first she did not understand when he sat down. There was no way "that thing" would bend down enough to pee into the bowl if he were standing. Her hand closed around his shaft and forced it down and waited. His stream made less noise than hers had. It took him a long time to go; she dreamed. She wanted to go to the mountains with him and write her name in the snow. She had never felt the freedom to be so playful.

John stepped into the shower turned on the jets and reached for her. She followed. The fine spray felt good on her sensitive breasts while he kissed her neck and licked at her skin. Slowly he slid down behind her and opened the cheeks of her ass. She held her breath and tried to fight against him. He just pulled harder. When his tongue flicked across her wrinkled opening, an electric shock went through her. He kissed her and licked again. He was not offended. He wanted to do this and it certainly felt good. Different, tickling but good. Soon her outer sphincter relaxed and his tongue wiggled to get inside. At first she was perfectly still but as she relaxed he penetrated her and her ass sucked at the tip of his tongue.

She was sore but her fingers went to her clit and began to rub. One arm and her head pressed into the wall of the shower and she thrust back against his face. The naughtiness, newness, her fingers and the exquisite feelings raced her along. She came, struggled to stand and trembled. Her legs gave away and she sat on his tongue, pressing him deep. Another ripple of pleasure went through her body and his strong hands were there to catch her and guide her gently to the floor when she collapsed.

John sat on the built in bench, pulled her onto her knees and held her from behind. His rigid cock danced on her back and pre-cum leaked on her neck. As her strength returned she started to twist around and take him in her mouth. His arms held her tight, "Relax, enjoy, you don't have to do that."

Her body spoke for her. Her words were definitely not hers. She would never say such a thing, "I still have one virgin hole for you."

John's entire body trembled. Another gift. He kept holding her with one arm as he found the lube and coated his raging cock. He knew she could not stand and endure his thrusts. He lifted her to sit on his knees; her legs spread to the outside. Firmly he pushed her neck forward so he could see his target and firmly he pulled her hips. He let go of her neck. She stayed down and he lined the tip of his cock with her opening. He tugged lightly and she pushed back. Only half of his helmet opened her but he was in the right place and Marla knew it. She could feel his need and wanted to provide his release.

John did not rush her. His cock throbbed and her push back every few seconds stretched her. Neither expected the shared beauty of their joint moan when the head popped through providing some stretching relief to Marla and the maddening pleasurable slide of her tightness across the sensitive ridge of his cock.

If John thought about where his dick was, he would have cum. Instead, he talked to her, "Yesterday, you asked me some questions I had not figured out yet."

He waited. She did not say a word but pushed back. Another inch of cock slipped into her tightness.

His first words struggled through his pleasure, "I have only said those things to you. The pheromones and softness of your skin steal my intelligence."

Marla pushed again. The stretching hurt delightfully and his cock danced. She could feel John struggling not to cum. This experienced man in her ass was now reduced to mental tricks to keep from cuming. She loved the control but wanted all of him in her. She wanted to feel him thrust and know what what his long full thrust into her ass would be like. She wondered if she would be able to feel him contract and shoot his sperm deep in her bowels.

"My desire for you makes my hands tremble and the tastes of your body make my head spin. I don't want to fail at pleasing you but I have to struggle not to just take you, claim you and fill you with my cum."

Marla pushed again and John's arm tightened around her waist. That combined pressure, forced his cock to slide deep into her. She had taken all but two inches. Water was splashing all about but his throat was dry. He looked down were they were joined. Her perfect apple-bottomed ass was spread wide. He could clearly see what he had yet to get into her. His hands trembled and his belly tightened, wanting to shove into her body. His heart fought against his need. He could not hurt her. His hoarse words continued.

"I have never felt what I feel with you."

Marla pushed back hard. His cock buried to the hilt in her ass. Her mind was the clear one. John was no longer coherent. She was ready, "Thrust into me John. Take me."

There was no thought on his part and she had no choice. He stood, pushing as deep as he would go in the process. For seconds she was suspended on his cock, then his knees bent and she reached out holding herself against the shower wall again. When he pulled his cock partially out of her, she felt empty and one hand reached down putting two fingers into her cunt to make up for the loss. On the next push, she could feel his rock hard shaft slide across her fingers through the thin membranes. Each time, her fingers would retreat, he pulled back. Then they both would push together. He would pause deep in her; she would press her clit hard against her hand and grind her hips. They waited and waited before each new cycle for John to regain control. His cock never quit dancing; his balls had been tight for a long time but he had not cum. He was walking down the razor's edge. His breath was ragged and so was Marla's.

On the next thrust, John's legs struggled to hold him. Marla tortured him even more by rubbing the head of his cock from inside her pussy. That pushed him beyond their practiced rhythm and any possible control. His hands went to the sides of her hips and he thrust, then he thrust again and again, faster and harder. His hips and Marla's fingers were a blur. Somehow she knew when the correct thrust would come. With all his force he drove into her. Her body absorbed it but began to cum. She felt his first rope in her bowels. Her own contractions matched his second, his third and his forth; he was empty but his cock still lurched in her stretched behind. He could still feel her climatic spasms convulsing through her. His cock was just hard enough to provide some support when her legs let go. His arms provided the rest to guide her back to sit on him. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder; his hands clasped and held her by cupping her breasts; his cock throbbed and softened inside her.

Her young body recovered quickly. When John's cock slipped out of her ass, she reached down to feel where she had been stretched for the first time. She almost gasped at the gaping slippery, cum dribbling hole that had been her tight pucker not too many minutes ago. Even while her fingers were inside, her muscles began to close. She was in awe of what had happened and looked at John. He turned his face away but she saw the tears on his cheeks.