Shamefully embarrassed, I dropped Molly onto the floor and turned away.
I was just going to go home, I was that ashamed at cumming without even being touched.
“Sorry, Molly,” I muttered, red-faced and almost in tears.
“Are you ashamed that you came, Paul?” She asked.
Trying not to sob, I nodded.
“It’s the biggest compliment you can give me, Paul,” Molly said. “That you find me so sexually attractive that a mere kiss from me can make you orgasm makes me feel beautiful and oh so sexy.
Come and lie on the bed with me. We’ll kiss some more, and I’m sure you’ll be back soon.”
She was right. As soon as we kissed, I was harder than advanced calculus again.
Molly had her eyes closed, and her breath came in small gasps. There was a strong smell of something I couldn’t name pouring from her. It was musky, maybe like fresh sweat, maybe a little like incense. It was a delicious scent.
I came to learn that smell meant Molly was aroused and wanted to make love. I loved making her smell like that and spent most of our too short life together trying to make her give off that odour.
“Stay there, Paul,” Molly said, then got off the bed.
She took hold of the ends of the sash holding her dressing gown closed and slowly pulled the bow apart.
My lips dry in anticipation, I watched, fascinated, as the bow came closer and closer to falling apart. The sash came undone, and Molly’s gown fell slightly apart. The rock-hard nipples on her tiny 32B chest flashed momentarily into view.
I nearly lost a second load there and then, stopping myself with the barest of margins to spare.
Molly held her dressing gown closed and did a slow pirouette on tiptoes in front of me.
“Tell me you think I’m pretty, Paul,” Molly demanded.
Shaking my head, I said, “Miss Molly, you aren’t pretty. You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. A Raphael painting has nothing on you.”
Molly smiled widely and then dropped her gown.
The woman who would become my wife, and the mother of my four children, stood gorgeously naked in front of me.
I had never seen anything so exquisite in my life. Never have since, either.
That’s not entirely true. There is another equally as gorgeous. You’ll hear about her soon.
“I want you to make love to me, Paul, please.”
“I don’t know how,” I almost cried.
“We’ll work it out together, honey. Take your clothes off and lie with me, okay?”
I quickly dropped my boxers and flung my T-shirt aside.
Molly walked over to the bed and hungrily devoured my naked form with her eyes.
“So lean and yet so well-muscled,” she said admiringly.
I’d competed in track with some modest success at High School and still ran almost 40 miles weekly. Running is a good stress reliever and a great way to blow your mind clear so you can think with an uncluttered mind.
I had solved many difficult Maths problems on my daily run.
“Your cock is so beautiful, Paul. May I touch it?”
“If you do, I’m probably going to cum again,” I warned.
“Don’t freak out, but I want to try something I’ve heard the other girls talking about, okay?”
I nodded.
Molly knelt on the bed and took my smooth, circumcised cock in her right hand. I’m very hairy, so I like to trim the hair away around my jockey brief area. I’m not bald around there, but the area is cropped pretty short.
I think it makes my dick look bigger. I’m not huge, just around the 7-inch mark. The guys I’d seen in porn movies were much larger than me, so I thought I was probably a little under average.
Molly seemed satisfied with it, though. She gently wrapped her hand around my shaft and gave me a bit of a tug.
As feared, I started to orgasm straight away. To my pleased surprise, Molly bent over and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Cumming copiously, I blasted her mouth full of my semen.
After I’d come down from my orgasmic high, Molly let my softening dick fall out of her mouth.
Wiping the excess spillage from around her mouth, she smiled, then said, “Hmm–interesting taste and texture. I had snails once on a trip to a restaurant for French class. It kind of tastes like that.”
Molly looked at me seriously, “Would you like to taste me, Paul?”
Eagerly, I nodded my head.
Molly climbed onto the bed, gave me a soft kiss, and then lay on her back with her knees lifted and spread.
Nervous, I moved between her parted thighs. Her hairy pussy glistened with moisture in front of me. Moving slowly forward, I brought my mouth closer and closer to Molly’s pussy.
I hesitated just short of my goal as I was scared to continue in case I did it wrong and hurt her.
My arousal was extreme again, though, so my breaths were blowing hot and quick across Molly’s clit.
“That feels so good, Paul,” Molly moaned. “Taste me with your tongue, please, baby.”
Hearing this and smelling her arousal made it easy for me to let my tongue slide forward. I touched it to the entrance to Molly’s vulva and tentatively gave a bit of a lick.
The taste was indescribable. A mixture of a little salty, with a flood of almost honey behind it. It was divine, I decided and lapped some more.
Peach nectar was what I thought Molly tasted most like.
Molly’s hands took hold of my head, and she guided me a little higher onto her clitoris.
Trying to keep her moans to a quiet enough level not to wake anyone, Molly guided me up and down her slit. Sometimes gasping as I tongued her clitoris, other times moaning as I lapped at the juices running from her pussy.
It didn’t seem to take long before Molly put her left hand on the back of my head so she could grind her pussy against me. She stuffed the fleshy part between her thumb and forefinger into her mouth and then bit down on it hard to stifle her orgasm moans.
I almost came with her, it was so hot, but I didn’t quite fall off the edge, thankfully.
“Two for you, one for me,” Molly smiled. “Would you like to see if you can even the score up?”
I was eager to try, of course.
“What would you like me to do?” I asked.
Molly glanced away, suddenly shy. For some reason, she blushed.
“What is it?” I queried.
“It’s a little risqué, and maybe a little dirty,” she confessed.
“What?”
“Will you tongue my butthole?” She pleaded. “The girls in my sex-ed class all say it’s the best thing ever.”
I was hesitant. It didn’t seem wrong, or even dirty, just… I don’t know… maybe too much for my first time.
“You think I’m a freak,” Molly whispered, almost in tears.
“I most certainly do not, Miss Molly!” I exclaimed.
“If you call me Miss Molly one more time I swear I’m going to scream! I’m not a school teacher, or your spinster aunt that’s 1,000 years old. I’m your girlfriend and soon to be your wife.”
“Sorry, Miss… ahh… Molly. Look, I don’t think you’re a freak, okay?”
“Will you do it then, please, Paul?”
“Of course, my love,” I responded.
“My love, nice. That’s better than that other name.”
Molly lay on her stomach so I could access her rear love hole.
‘Fuck it,’ I thought. ‘Molly wants me to do this, so why not?’
I took hold of her butt cheeks and pulled them a little apart, exposing her soft pink ring. Unable to resist, I took a faint sniff. Molly had done an excellent job at cleaning the area. Her starfish smelt fresh and clean. Maybe a little musky from the juices of her arousal flowing there from her pussy.