Editor’s note: This is an embellished story from my past. Enjoy! Thanks to kenjisato once again for his excellent editing.
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Voluntary Love
Chapter 1
At the end of the 1980s, I moved to work in a small town in the north of England. As a totally blind person, and long before the flash technology of today, the only way of reading stuff was having a volunteer reader who would come round and read all my correspondence and other things.
I usually recruited through the local charity working with blind and partially-sighted people.
The first two people I saw didn’t cut it. Not because of the reading skills, but basically because they were blokes. Like most 27-year-old men who had not had much sex, I was obsessed. Basically, I wanted–needed–to be loved. Don’t we all, I hear you say–but for me, it went deep.
So, when the third person I interviewed, turned out to be a middle-class woman with a middle-class accent, she got it straightaway. A middle-class female accent is a real turn-on for me.
Imagine my disappointment then, but not surprise, when at the first session, she told me about her husband. Not surprised because I was used to my pursuit of any woman going bloody nowhere.
So my first reaction was to go cold and think ‘how can I find someone else?’ But also in that first session, she did two things that attracted her to me. She made me laugh, and she asked me lots of questions about myself, as if she was genuinely interested.
And over the weeks to come, we got on really well. We were very different in many ways, and I think that was the attraction. She was 50, I was 27. She didn’t work, as both she and her husband had loads of money from their families. He worked. I was a consultation worker doing a job I enjoyed, but knew I would probably want to move on from it soon. She wanted to know about a working-class, blind Welshman, and I wanted to find out about a middle-class woman with all the traditional middle-class tastes you could get.
The first one we discussed was classical music. Up to that point, I had always dismissed it. So she put Beethoven’s Ninth on.
A karmic, cosmic, orgasmic moment? There was all the power of Led Zeppelin in classical music. I fell in love with choral music on the same night.
She had been reading for me for about a year when what I am going to tell you now happened, she introduced me to fine dining. Again another revelation.
The reason she was able to take me out for dinner, was that her husband was not the slightest bit interested in her. Their three children were all in their early 20s, and they stayed together just for appearance’s sake. All their friends would gossip like shit if they split. And their friends were all the friends she had.
She knew many of the other women friends took her husband’s side. Mainly because she had not done much, to keep either her figure or her looks. She was definitely chubby apparently, and didn’t really shave anywhere.
This pissed off the other wives who were very status and looks-conscious. She had heard some of them whispering, that if her husband went off to fuck someone else, that they would understand.
In return, or actually I’m not sure it was, as I was a pretty open person anyway, I told her about my love life–or rather, the short of it. I had begun seeing a woman shortly after moving to the town. We had a bit of a physical relationship, including my first cumming inside a woman. Yes, I even told her that! It was very weird, though. I was never sure where I stood, with her. One minute, she’d be rubbing chocolate cheesecake on her naked tits for me to lick and suck off; the next, she would come to bed in full pyjamas and wouldn’t let anything happen.
Jane, my reader’s name, was very sympathetic, as I was to be to her. And we just kept talking to each other about everything. As well as dinner, we went to the nearest big town for concerts and we went out for the odd walk.
During the walks, she would be guiding me which meant I held her arm by the elbow. This brought the back of my hand in contact with her tit. I couldn’t really help it, as her tits were clearly very big and very soft. She never seemed to mind, though.
At the end of the first year of her reading, she volunteered to give me a hand moving to a new flat. To thank her, I offered to buy her a take-away.
“Oh no,” she said, putting on the posh accent. “Not your working-class junk food!”
I had told her about liking middle-class accents, and also that I had been involved in far-left revolutionary politics for a couple of years. She was a liberal voter, but had never heard of Trotsky. When I explained, she basically took the piss; which was fine because I had never really taken it that seriously; although, I was definitely on the left of the spectrum.
So ever since then, she had gently taken the mickey whenever the opportunity allowed. As I did of her highbrow tastes.
“Well, we can see if we can get some pan-fried escargot and beef bourguignon, your majesty!”
She laughed, and gently punched me on the arm. “Let’s go out, and you can pay. How about that?”
I had offered to pay before, but she had always refused because of her money. It was from her family, but she had worked too, as an estate agent and made a lot of money before retiring at 49.
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We had a great time. We had taken a taxi, so she could drink. By the time we left the restaurant, we were quite pissed.
I ordered us another taxi. When it arrived and we got in, I was opening my mouth to say to drop Jane off first, when she cut in.
“West house flats, please.”
That was the name of my flat. It was easier and shorter to drop her off first, so I didn’t know what she was doing.
“I need to talk to you about something in private,” she said quietly, as if she had read my mind.
We sat silent all the way back to the flat and up in the lift. I sensed something important was coming. What did happen, I would never have anticipated in a years.
I let us in. I took my jacket off, and went through to the living room. Getting there, I turned to say, “Do you want–”
I never finished the statement. Jane’s mouth closed on mine and her lips were very wet and soft, as they moved around my mouth. She broke for air after a time, but came straight back. This time, her tongue went looking for and finding mine.
I was gobsmacked, stunned, and everything else–including a bit terrified. My cock and tongue, of course, reacted automatically so that when Jane’s hand found my crotch, it found something very solid.
“Oh that’s nice,” she breathed into my mouth. “I really do want a better look at that.”
She was back snogging me again, and it wasn’t until she came up for air a second time, that I had the chance to speak.
“I know this sounds like a stupid question,” I said weakly, as we stood facing each other, “but, what’s happening?”
In response, she moved in close and put her arms around my neck, and kissed me again for a very long time. Instinctively again, my arms went round her back. She definitely had a layer of fat on her and she was curvy, as well. Risking it, I let my hands wander down to her bum which was big and soft.
She moaned into my mouth, “You’re lovely, I fancy you, and I want to fuck you. I need to be fucked. I need to be wanted.”
“What ab–”
Again, I was stopped in my tracks but this time with a hand across my mouth. “If you are about to ask about my husband, don’t! The bastard hasn’t made love to me in over a year. And I love making love. And he knows that!”
My heart went out to her, as did my cock. Me being me, though, I was still scared and nervous. In my half-dozen sexual experiences up until then, I had been no great shakes.
I had only come once, and a few times had not kept my hard-on. I also knew I had a thing about fat people; even though, I was one myself, I had developed very negative views of them.
So, I was terrified if Jane got naked, and I felt her, I would have lost my hard-on.
And just as I had that thought, she took both of my hands in her and kissed each on the back. No one had ever shown me that kind of affection.
“I know you’re nervous. Fuck, so am I! You might not like my body when you get to feel it properly.”
This made me flinch internally, but was suddenly driven out by an even more acute worry. “I’m pissed. First time I slept with a woman, I was pissed and nothing happened. And if it did, it didn’t stay!”
“Oh bloody hell!” she said, with a slight edge of exasperation. “There are a lot more ways than going inside a woman to make her very happy. And you said you liked those!”
I remembered a conversation we had had, where I had admitted to really enjoying giving oral sex. I had been pissed again that night.
“Okay,” I said, finally smiling.
“You want to fuck me?” she whispered in my ear, coming in close and her hand, this time, closing firmly on my hard cock.
“I want to fuck you!” I said, quietly back to her.
We kissed again. I felt her bra strap through her jumper, and her big arse through her trousers. Her hands were on my back and on my head, holding it still while we kissed long and deep.
“I know it’s sexy to undress each other,” Jane said, moving away, but this time, let’s just get undressed on our own, and get into bed.”
I suspected this was something about her worrying I would not like her body. “Okay,” I said.
And then, we were in bed together. We came together side on, and I let my hand roam. Okay, she was not skinny. She had a couple of spare tyres, her bum was big and shaped, and there were dry patches of skin on it. When I got my hand between her legs, which opened willingly, her bush was massive, even though I could only feel the bottom of it.
“What do you think?” she asked, nervously.
In response, I moved her hand to my prick. It was still rock hard. And even more importantly, internally, I hadn’t flinched. Crucially, I knew this was because she wanted to be with me. I had never felt that with all my other lovers. It was an amazingly nice feeling, which stopped everything else.
“Oh goody!” she laughed, and pushed me on my back.
She started with licking and sucking and biting my nipples, while her right hand began stroking and caressing my thighs and balls. This combination was amazing. I had never had my nipples worked on before. I had only thought that women’s nipples were an erogenous zone–wrong, wrong, wrong.
“Oh fuck, that’s nice,” I groaned, “very nice, indeed!”
Then I yelped, as her left hand came up and squeezed my right nipple hard, as she bit my left. And did my cock get even harder–by fuck, it did.
“Jesus, what are you doing to me?” I said.
“Making you feel good, I hope,” she said, taking her mouth off my nipple.
Her hand was on the move again, southwards. I opened my legs in anticipation, and was not disappointed. Feathery fingers went back to stroking my thighs and balls, and this time my cock, itself.
My hips were now thrusting up from the bed. I couldn’t resist. My hand came to my cock, and I slowly started to wank it. I was amazed as to how hard and sensitive it was, even pissed and nervous as I was.
“Shit, no one has ever made me so hard!”
“I’m glad,” she said, and kissed me.
Then her head moved back to my nipples, while her hand stroked my balls. Her head didn’t stay long, though, this time on my chest. She traced a line with her tongue over my tummy to my belly-button, where she lingered.
“Oh yes, that’s nice!” I hadn’t realised my belly-button was an erogenous zone. “I’m going to cum soon!” I groaned.
“No, you are not!” she laughed, and grabbed the base of my cock gently but firmly. Immediately, I felt the orgasm feeling dissipate. “Good boy!” she said, with a laugh. She moved to get on her knees, and I groaned again as she licked my thighs.
My legs were now spread as wide as I could get them. After both thighs had been thoroughly explored by that amazing soft tongue, it moved to where I really wanted it.
There was a pause, and then I felt it flicker across the head of my cock.
“Oh yes, yes, yes!” I shouted.
“What about your neighbours?” Jane said, laughing.
“I don’t give a fuck!” I groaned, and groaned again as her warm wet mouth closed over my head.
My hand came off and my hips thrust up as her mouth moved down. I suddenly realised this was my first ever blowjob. I had dreamt of it forever, and here it was–it was just as amazing as I had dreamt. The sensation of soft warmth, exactly like a pussy, was fantastic; with the added factor by the tongue that moved and lapped.
“Oh fuck, yes!” I exclaimed. “Oh fuck that’s good!”
When I thrust up again, Jane held her head still. I moaned and basically fucked her mouth gently for the next couple of minutes.
Then her head came away. “Stay still now, please. It’s my turn.”
The next few minutes were, up to that point, the most pleasurable of my life. Jane clearly knew what she was doing when it came to blowjobs. She started with just licking the head of my cock, then her lips came down again and she sucked my crown. Her fingers were working, stroking my thighs, moving slowly up towards my balls.
I was constantly moaning, groaning, and telling her how much I was enjoying it. I then suddenly realised, that I could smell her pussy really strongly. My right hand lifted off the bed and came in contact with her soft belly. I moved it back and felt a mass of soft, wet hair.
I turned my hand round palm up. Jane opened her legs wide, to let my hand move in. She was so fucking wet, I actually felt drops of her arousal. And her cunt lips were just as wet and soft.
“Oh that’s nice!” Jane said, bringing her head quickly off my cock. “Carry on doing that, please!”
I did exactly that, caressing and stroking her lips, before gently easing a finger inside.
Jane groaned and moaned on my cock which was an amazing feeling.
My concentration was broken again, as Jane, without warning, slid her mouth right down to my pubic hair, sucked hard, and then slid as slowly as she could back up again, flicking my cockhead with her tongue, before a repeat performance. And again, and again, and again!
“Oh fucking hell, fucking hell!” I shouted, even louder than before.
“I want you to cum in my mouth!” Jane gasped, gripping the bottom half of my cock and wanking me, as her mouth went back down.
“Oh shit!” I gasped. Amazingly, I remembered where my finger was, and began moving it fast in and out of Jane’s sopping fanny.
But it was me who came first. Jane’s hand and mouth worked fantastically in unison, sometimes mouth only, sometimes hand only, and sometimes both.
My body was rigid, just seconds away from climax. I was almost incoherent in my breathing and words. My fingers had even come out of Jane’s pussy and I involuntarily grabbed her arse.
And then–I was there. With a shouted ‘fucking hell’, I felt one, then two, then three, then four spasms of my cock in her mouth. Both my legs were bent, and my back was off the bed.
“Oh yes!” I groaned.
She rolled onto her back, and I rolled with her. But instead of climbing on top, I explored her chest. Her tits were just as big and soft, as I had thought they were from my occasional hand feels. They were firm and stood up high. They were also smooth. For minutes, I did nothing but run my hands and fingers all over them varying between light touching, stroking, circling, and fondling and squeezing.
By the time I took as much of her left breast into my mouth as I could, and flicked her nipple with my tongue, she was groaning and squirming as if I was doing something right.
With another expletive of pleasure, I collapsed. Jane, amazingly, had kept me in her mouth. As I settled, she gently sucked. Remarkably, I was still half-hard, when she finally pulled away.
“Was that okay?” she asked, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She cuddled up close, her thigh across my tummy, and her fingers stroking my arm.
“I think you could say that!” I sighed, and turned into her, pulling her close to me. My hand found her cheek which brought my mouth to hers. I kissed her long and gently, while my other hand moved down to stroke her spine. There was a lovely trail of soft hair down her spine, which sent a spasm through my cock.
“Thank you so much!” I said, when I pulled away. “That was the most amazing thing anyone has done to me. Fucking hell, it was good!”
I heard the smile in Jane’s voice. “I’m glad. You deserve it.”
“Not sure where you get that from,” I responded. “After that, you definitely deserve this.”
I gently eased her onto her back. We kissed again. The fingers of my left hand ran up and around her right tit, until I closed my fingers around her nipple. It stood tall and erect. I squeezed hard, and Jane gasped into my mouth. The reaction was the same when I gave her right nipple the same treatment.
“Is that okay?” I asked, sort of knowing the answer.
“What do you think?” Jane said, breathing noticeably harder.
“SO, okay if I carry on, then?” As I spoke, my hand trailed down her tummy and settled on the top of her bush.
“Don’t you dare stop!” she said, putting her hand on mine and pressing it hard against her pubic bone. This brought another groan. I felt her left leg against me, as she spread her legs.
Feeling more confident, I kissed down from her mouth over her neck, up her right tit and sucked as much of it as I could get into my mouth. I stayed there for a long while, as my fingers investigated. Her bush was massive. Every inch of her pussy, was covered in hair. There was a tuft of hair sprouting up on its own at the top, and the hair on each side of her lips fell across to hide her entrance. I had discovered a love for female body hair, especially in a certain place, and I was loving what my fingers were finding.
“I have two tits!” Jane breathed
“Sorry!” I said, and moved my head across.
My fingers had explored further, and found her entrance. There was a lovely squidgy sound, as my finger slipped very easily inside. She was so wet and soft; then I was inside her pussy, itself.
“Oh yes!” Jane cried out, her hips thrusting up to meet my finger.
I had fingered women before, and was always amazed at how large and differently textured the inside of a pussy was. There were soft and hard bits, and it seemed to go on forever. Even with my thumb, hard against her pubic bone, there still seemed miles to explore.
“Fuck me!” Jane begged.
With a little move, I had two fingers inside her and began to pump in and out.
“Oh yes, oh yes!” Jane gasped. I went to move my head back to her left breast but found her own hand there squeezing herself. I hesitated, until I felt her hand on my head pushing my mouth down onto her tit.
“You do one, I’ll do the other,” she gasped.
I obeyed and decided to try something different. Without warning, I gently bit her nipple.
“Oh yes, I like that!” she cried out, “Bite me!”
“Oh yes, that, too!” she cried out. My left thumb had, completely by accident, found her clit. It was a ridge at the top of her pussy. In my limited experience, I was no expert on what clits felt like, but whatever I was doing, it brought all kinds of lovely reactions.
Jane was now breathing and groaning continuously. My fingers and thumb moved together, although it wasn’t that easy, given how much her hips were pushing and thrusting up. I was still biting her nipple, until she said, “Too hard.” I brought my tongue back into action.
And this seemed to do the trick.
“Shit, I’m cumming!” she suddenly shouted. A second later, her body went rigid, hips thrust high. A flood of wetness surrounded my fingers. She stayed like that for a few seconds, until she mimicked my collapse onto the bed.
As she struggled to get her breathing back, I eased my fingers out. Without thinking, I brought them to my nose. They smelt lovely. The very first time I smelt an aroused cunt, I had loved it, and the smell that hit my nose reinforced my pleasure.
“Let me taste them,” Jane breathed quietly.
I found her mouth, which opened and sucked them in.
“I love the taste of my pussy,” she said, sighing.
I smiled, and brought them to my own mouth. There was still a tang of her on them. “So do I. I can’t wait to taste them properly.”
“Nor me,” Jane said. “Thank you, David. That was fucking lovely.”
I smiled.
“What are you smiling at?”
“I love you saying ‘Fuck’ in that accent!”
“You are going to hear it a lot,” Jane said, running her hand through my hair and kissing me.
We lay there quietly for a couple of minutes, just kissing and stroking.
Then she let out a little shout of alarm, “Bugger, it’s late. I need to go!”
“I thought your husband didn’t care where you were, or what you did,” I said, surprised.
“He doesn’t. I’ve just remembered one of my daughters is coming up tomorrow morning. I need to be there. I’m really sorry.” She pulled me in close and kissed me passionately.
“That’s okay,” I said.
But, she must have sensed something in voice, “I will be here on Monday, and you will cum inside me. I want you, so fucking much!”
We kissed again, holding each other tightly.
“Thank you,” I said, quietly. “Sorry, I’m so fucking insecure.”
“This is not forever, but while it lasts, I mean to have you as much as you want me.”
I knew she was right. Our age gap meant this wouldn’t be a long-term thing. But, if what I was going to get for weeks or months, was great sex with someone who fancied and liked me–that was a deal worth having.
I pulled her in for another kiss, pushing my hand down between us and finding her clit. She gasped in my mouth and pushed herself back against me.
“You tease!” she groaned, and reluctantly moved back.
I lay there, gently touching myself as I listened to her getting dressed.
“That’s not fair,” she laughed, bending down to kiss my cockhead.
“Get your clothes off and get back in bed, then,” I responded, putting my hand between her legs. The crotch of her trousers was damp.
“I’m going,” she said firmly, and moved to lean over me. The kiss she gave me was so soft and gentle, it almost made me cum–not from sex, but from the caring.
“I’ve got something for you,” she breathed, and dropped something onto my chest. It felt silky and wet. I found it. As I lifted it, I got a whiff of rampant pussy. The silk of her knickers felt lovely on my face, as I sucked the juice from her crotch and breathed in her scent.
“Thought you would like that,” she said, huskily. She kissed me again, and moved away. She had called a taxi before getting out of bed, and the doorbell went at that moment.
I lay there reliving the last couple of hours. I wanked myself off twice with her knickers on my face.
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I was still pretty stunned the next morning. I also had a huge smile on my face and a confidence about me, I had not had before. A couple of people at work asked me why I was so happy, and one person came to me, and asked quietly who I’d spent the night with last night. I just smiled and lied.
Me being me, I began to worry. By the end of the day, I’d convinced myself Jane would not want to fuck me again. I had no reason to think this, but since when has reason won over emotion.
I rang one of my best mates, who happened to be the woman I had lost my virginity to, three years earlier. She just told me to stop fucking worrying, and to enjoy it. This helped a bit.
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This, of course, was the time before mobile phones. The only way of getting in touch was by land-line. I had thought to ring Jane to sort out reading sessions, just so I could ring her. I wrestled with this, all day Sunday. I was still going through the pros and cons at tea time Sunday, when my phone rang.
It was Jane.
“Eric’s out, so I thought I would give you a ring. I bet you’ve been worrying.”
I thought of saying no, but I decided to be honest. “Yes, I have. I’ve almost convinced myself you will come on Monday and tell me it was a one off.”
Jane laughed. “That’s why I have been playing with myself every chance I have had since Friday, I have come so many times I can’t remember, and why my fingers are currently deep inside me.”
I was speechless for several seconds. The next thing I heard was her phone handset moving, and then the clear sounds of wet squelching.
“That’s thinking of tomorrow night,” she breathed huskily, into the phone. “Wait for me naked on your bed.” And then it went dead.
I sat there motionless for minutes. This thing was going so fast. All of my sexual fantasies were coming true. Because I was me, I knew they would all end tomorrow, but here was my lover ringing me to tell me how much she wanted me, and showed me how wet she was.
I had my trousers and underwear down before I knew it, and it took only moments for me to cum very hard and a lot, all over my hand.
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When I finished work the following day, I had no idea what had happened. I think I got through it without any major fuck-ups. I also had no idea what I ate for tea, which given how much I loved my food, definitely showed me my mind was elsewhere.
Time dragged by, and 7.20 seemed never to happen. But then it did, and I took off my dressing gown. I hadn’t put any clothes on after changing out of my work stuff. I went to the door and put it on the latch. I didn’t go to bed, but sat on my couch gently stroking a ridiculously hard cock.
I had just checked my watch for the twentieth time. It said 7.29. The intercom buzzed.
“Hello.”
“It’s me.”
“Come up. The door is on the latch.”
It took ten seconds for me to get onto the bed. I lay at the far side of it, legs slightly apart. My left hand gently held my cock and my right lay on the duvet.
The door opened and closed. I heard the lock click. There were footsteps, then someone was on the bed. I smelt her perfume, as I felt her lips on mine. Our tongues fenced briefly.
“Glad to see you follow orders,” she said. She took my hand off my cock and brought it up around her. My other hand joined it.
“You are still wearing your coat,” I said, a bit confused.
“Why don’t you take it off?” she said hoarsely, as she kissed me again, this time slower and deeper.
We were still kissing when I undid the four buttons on the front, and put my hands inside.
“You’re naked!” I said, pulling away from the kiss. My hands curved around the the big soft tits, hanging down above my chest.
“Saves time,” she said, pulling away from me, to shrug the coat to the floor. When she climbed back onto the bed she asked, “Have you ever done a sixty-nine?”
“No,” I said, “but, I have always wanted to.”
“First time for everything,” she laughed.
I felt something go up over my head. Reaching out, her legs were either side of my head, her knees against my shoulders. The overwhelming scent of her rampant pussy filled my nose, and then her wet hairiness covered my face. Her tits rested against my stomach, as her mouth closed over my cock.
Blind people basically see with their fingers, so mine came into play. Feeling gently, I felt the lower half of her pussy lips directly above my mouth. Tilting my head back, I let my tongue explore. The shiver of her hips told me I was doing something right.
I was not able to get my tongue inside her lips, and definitely not into her hole.
“Put your finger in me,” came a demand from my waist. I obliged, and she moaned over my cock, which made me moan in return. I was actually finding it hard to concentrate on Jane, as she was giving my cock a royal going over. Because of the angle of her head, I felt my cockhead hitting the back of her mouth, as she moved up and down it. When she kept her head still, and lapped with just her tongue, it was even better.
“Oh shit!” I moaned into her cunt, when her hand began stroking and caressing my balls.
“Lick my clit and finger me,” she asked, removing my cock for a second. She spread her legs wider, and eased her cunt back a fraction. My nose felt something hard against it, and then with another movement of my head, my tongue tasted and felt a hard ridge.
“Oh, that’s it!!!” Jane exclaimed, and began moving her mouth up and down my length as fast as she could go. I kept up licking and fingering her, hard and fast.
We had been going at it for a couple of minutes and I was not far off, when she stopped her marvellous mouth.
“Let’s fuck!”
She moved easily, swinging round to face me. Her knees were now either side of my hips, and I felt the wet hair of her cunt on my cock. Her mouth enveloped mine, and we were kissing passionately. In the middle, she gently took me and put me in.
Before I could thrust, she sat up, bringing my hands to her tits.
“Play with them while I fuck you!” she rasped.
Her sitting up motion had impaled herself on me. I felt her wet bush against my pubic hair. I was amazed at how my cock stayed hard. She stayed there for a long moment, and then, very slowly, raised herself up. My cock was almost out and I felt the cold air on my wet shaft, before she slid slowly down again.
“Oh my fucking god!” I said, in pure ecstasy. “Fuck me!”
“I intend to,” she laughed, and went about her work. For, I have no idea, how long she just slid slowly up and down. With every movement, I was getting harder and more pleasure through my cock. I couldn’t stop telling her how good it felt, and how hard she made me. At one point, she cried out as I squeezed her tits too hard. Then she cried out again, this time in pleasure, as I searched for and found her clit, which I rubbed hard.
“Oh, fuck me now!” she shouted, and fell forward. Immediately, I grabbed her waist and began banging myself into her, as hard and as fast as I could.
She was extremely wet and hot inside. This was only the third time I had been inside a woman without a condom, and it felt fucking amazing. I could feel her wetness dripping onto my pubes and balls. Because she was so wet, I couldn’t feel the surface of her insides, but the feeling of moving inside what felt like a engulfing hot bath, was simply sublime. Then, I knew what being inside a woman was all about. I had had doubts that actual penetrative sex was all that it was cracked up to be. So far the enjoyment I had given my partners, had been with my fingers and tongue on their tits and cunts. This took things to another level.
I was breathing hard, and suddenly had caught my breath. Jane took up the cudgel and flexed her pussy muscles round my cock, as she moved back and forth on me.
“Oh shit, this is fucking lovely!” she said into my ear, and then gave me a love bite on my neck.
My second wind was there, and I went for it. Jane had now spread her legs wide and was almost lying on me, as I hammered home. The sound of the squelchy pussy was fantastic.
“Oh shit, I’m going to cum!” I suddenly shouted, as my orgasm appeared from nowhere.
“Oh yes!” Jane shouted back, “And me!”
Women cumming from penetrative sex, I knew was something few could do. All the porno mags and films that showed couples coming together were bollocks, I had found out from my feminist friends. But this time though, it happened. As I shouted, and felt my cock shoot its load inside, Jane’s body went rigid and I felt her pussy ripple around my cock, and an extra helping of wetness exploded around me.
We held that position for god knows how long, then she was collapsing on me. I kept my legs bent to keep my cock inside her. Ridiculous as I believed it was, I softened but not very much. What a fucking woman!
I was shivering with the emotion of it all.
“Are you okay?” Jane asked, through deep breaths.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Just so fucking happy!”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her sweaty forehead. She brought her face up and we kissed really gently and deeply.
“That was very special,” she whispered in my ear. “I haven’t felt like that, making love for a very long time.”
“I haven’t felt like it ever!” I said, stroking the fine hairs down her spine. “I will never be able to thank you enough.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, kissing me on the nose. “I did it because I think you are lovely and that makes all the difference. I can get fucked by anybody, but I can only fuck like that with someone I have feelings for.”
“And me,” I responded. We lay there looking at each other. Okay, I couldn’t see her, but our noses were touching, so I knew we were looking into each other’s eyes.
“I could fall in love with you!” Jane breathed, very quietly. “But I must not. We’ve got our own lives. Let’s just enjoy this while we can.”
“Too late for me,” I said, still looking at her. “I am in love with you.”
Jane didn’t say anything. It was her body which responded. Without realising it, I had gotten almost totally hard again. I was gobsmacked, as this had never happened before. I knew it was because of all the love talk. I suddenly understood that physical attraction and desire only gets you so far. Genuine attraction and sexual drive comes from being cared for and being wanted.
Jane’s pussy muscles were slowly and gently caressing my prick. In a minute, it was fully hard again. As if we were reading each other’s minds, we moved together at the same time, me thrusting and Jane pushing down. She lifted onto her elbows and knees and we fucked gently and slowly. I played with her tits, while we kissed. Her hand guided one of mine down to her clit.
“Oh yes!” she sighed into my mouth, then she let out a shout of surprise.
Wrapping my arms round her back, I maneuvered her first onto her side and then onto her back, without dislodging out of her.
“You clever sod!” she laughed under me, then groaned, as I began to fuck harder. Her legs came together over my back, as I gripped her shoulders.
For the next few minutes we rutted. Rhythm, tempo, and position changed several times. I went fast, slow, hard and deep. Jane met my thrusts sometimes, and used her cunt muscles other times. At one point,both her legs were up spread wide and then her feet were on my arse, pulling me in.
All that time, my cock pulsed and stayed rock-hard. The feeling in her pussy had subtly changed. There was a little bit more friction in the wetness, rather than softness. I had no idea what this meant.
“You cum inside me!” she panted, “I’m not going to cum this time!”
For a second, I felt inadequate and it must have shown on my face.
“I don’t always cum from cock, but always do from tongue!”
I smiled down at her, then with a sudden few quick thrusts flooded her insides again.
Again, we lay together, recovering. It had been a bit quicker and less frantic this time, so we were not so out of breath:
“Wow!” Jane said. “I do like young men. They don’t take long to recover.”
“First time I have ever done it again so quickly,” I said. “It’s because of you, that I can.” I kissed her, then gently rolled off her. The feeling of my cock coming out of her was lovely.
“Oh shit!” she exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?”
“You came a lot both times, and a bit has just come out and is running down my bum onto the bed.”
Without thinking, I reached with my hand and gently explored. Her bush was matted down with wetness. Her lips were open and gaping. I very gently slid a finger inside her and felt something different again. It was both wet and slippery. Bringing my finger out, I moved it down and felt the same wetness down over her arse.
Curious, I brought my fingers under my nose. It definitely smelt of her, but also had a bit of an almost-bleach-like smell. Having smelt and tasted my own cum, I knew it was that. So I sucked my fingers clean.
“You like that?” Jane asked, surprised. “Not many men like the taste of any cum, including their own!”
“As a blind bat, taste and smell are important to me,” I said. “What were you saying about always cumming from tongues?” I shuffled down the bed, and got between her legs.
“You don’t have to do that now!” she said, a bit anxious.
“I think I do,” I said firmly, and sucked a mouthful of pubic hair into my mouth.
“Oh yes!” she said, and relaxed.
In my very limited experience of pussy eating, I had spent a fair bit of time kissing and licking feet and legs, before getting to the main dish. This time, though, Jane was very close, so I did not want to leave her waiting too long.
The other thing I had learnt from my rug munching efforts, was how bloody awkward it was. I had not yet worked out a way to get my tongue actually inside the cunt lips. According to porn, all men could do it, but if so, I needed a teacher. Actually, I found out later in life, it wasn’t possible. The other thing I had found, was how tiring it could be on your tongue. Nowadays, you can find tongue-strengthening exercises on the net, but there was no such help back then.
Fortunately, this time I didn’t need to worry. As soon as I started licking Jane’s clit, she became frantic. Her hips bucked all the time, and she told me explicitly how much she was enjoying it, and wanted me to make her cum. Only once, did I move from her clit to suck some of my cum out of her pussy. It came easily as a big sticky mess. And I found I liked the taste. Later, I found this was called eating a creampie. I picked up a taste for it that night, and ever since.
Swallowing my cum, I went back to Jane’s clit.
“Oh yes I’m cumming!” and with a little scream, her body shook.
I licked her after she stopped cumming, which she liked for a little bit, then said she was too sensitive. I moved back up and we immediately cuddled and kissed.
“I didn’t know you were a perv!” she said, stroking my face.
“Unh?” I said.
“Like eating your own cum.”
“It tastes much nicer mixed with yours,” I said, slipping a finger into her.
We said nothing for a few minutes. I gently fingered her, and she just as gently stroked me.
I suddenly had a thought. Jane only usually read for me for about an hour-and-a-half. It must be close to that time. I had a watch on, but it was on the wrist of my arm that was under her head, and my finger to read my braille watch was currently otherwise engaged.
“I suppose you have to go soon?” I said, reluctantly.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” she said, trying to sound innocent, but I could hear a smile in her voice. “My husband is staying in London until Friday, so I don’t have to get home unless you want me to go.” Her hand closed round my cock as she said this.
“You tease!” I laughed, and pushed two fingers into her, making her groan.
“I take that as a sign you want me to stay, then?”
“Oh fuck, yes,” I said, and kissed her, my tongue doing a lot of mouth searching.
For a couple of minutes, we pleasured each other with our fingers, but before it went too far, Jane said she really wanted a drink. I offered water, tea or wine; she went for the wine.
As I walked to the kitchen, I felt amazing. Here I was naked, getting something for my lover, who had just been part of the best lovemaking of my life, and even with my glass-half-empty viewpoint, seemed to want to do it a few more times. But most of all, it was the warm glow I got from feeling she genuinely liked me and cared for me, and might even be in love with me. I had never been in love, but desperately wanted to be. Equally, I wanted to be loved. So all I knew, was that the warm glow I had in the pit of my stomach, must have been something close to love.
I smiled as I got the wine out of the fridge, opened it and poured two glasses.
“Here you go, cariad,” I said, as I got close to the bed. I needed to know where exactly she was so I didn’t pour the wine over her.
“Behind you!” came a giggle. I jumped a bit, then turned round.
“Just been to the loo.”
I sensed her move round me, and took the wine glasses.
“What did you call me?” she asked, her voice moving, showing she was getting into bed.
“Cariad,” I answered, moving round to get on the other side. “It’s Welsh–for love.”
“It’s sweet,” she said, passing me a wine glass. “Cheers!” she said, and clinked glasses.
“Can you speak Welsh?”
“Hardly at all anymore. My dad is a Welsh speaker, but my mum is English, so we spoke English at home. I do want to learn it again, sometime. I am a bit of a Welsh nationalist.”
“You have never spoken about your family,” Jane said. We had both moved to sit up in the bed. Our bodies were touching. Her left hand began stroking gently up and down the top of my thigh.
“I don’t really do families. My brother and I barely speak, and I don’t really know my sister. She was only four when I left to go to special school. My dad isn’t that talkative, and my mum and I argue like fuck!”
Jane laughed, and ran a finger down the top of the inside of my thigh. My legs opened a little bit.
“Are you bothered?”
“Not really,” I said. “Some people are into families. I’m not one of them. What about you?”
“You know about my children. Both are married with small children of their own. If I’m honest, I’m not that close to them. They get on with their dad a lot better and defend him all the time. Both my parents are dead. I have a sister who is younger than me who lives in Australia. I get on well with her.”
“Does it upset you, about your children?” I asked. My own right hand had begun its own journey of exploration, up and down the inside of Jane’s left leg. The further up I got, the wider her legs opened.
“Yes a bit,” she said, with a sigh. “But, I don’t think that’s going to change now. I found being a mother a real struggle. I know everyone says all mothers will do everything for their children, but I never felt quite like that. I beat myself up for it for a long time, but my sister, and a counsellor, helped me understand I was one of those women who didn’t have especially strong maternal feelings. Just one of those things.
I felt a strong feeling of sadness and sympathy for her. Finishing off my wine, I turned on my side to her, and put both arms round her; she moved down to meet me, and we cuddled each other hard.
“Thanks,” she said, quietly. “That means a lot. You are a lovely bloke. Finding that out over the last year, is what has turned me on…to you.”
“Not my fantastic, chiseled body, then?” I said, in mock surprise. I was definitely overweight, and was almost hairless.
“Cliche alert,” she said, animatedly. “It is what’s inside that matters!”
We both laughed and kissed. Straightaway, our mouths were moving over each other’s and our tongues delved deep. Her hand came between us, and started to gently wank my cock. My index finger found her clit.
We only stopped after a long time, when Jane asked for a sixty-nine. She went on top again. Second time round, I was more skilled. Jane was constantly moaning round my cock, as I moaned into her pussy. I held a leg in each hand, and they moved further apart until she was almost lying down on me. I could feel her juice running down onto my face.
“Let’s fuck!” she suddenly said, “Have you done it doggie before?”
“No!” I said.
I felt her move next to me on the bed. I got up on my knees and felt out with my hands. Jane was also on her knees and resting on her hands. Her tits hung down very alluringly, so I couldn’t resist a pinch.
“That’s nice. Do that when you are fucking me.”
My left hand left her tit and ran down over her back. Her big arse was higher than her back. I ran my hand down her arse crack, and felt her cunt. It was very wet. Jane groaned, as I slid two fingers into her and fingerfucked her for a couple of minutes. My right hand came down to gently stroke her clit.
“Oh, fucking hell!” she groaned, and then with a cry, her body shook and wetness gushed.
“Did you just cum?” I asked, surprised.
“Your fingers are so fucking good!” she writhed, “now put your cock in me, please!”
Holding her bum for guidance, I knelt behind her. My right hand found her pussy hole and my left guided my cock to it. With a movement, I felt the head slip inside. With both hands, I gently gripped her hips and thrust forward.
Immediately, the feeling and sensation was different from her or me on top. Although my cock was pointing up at an angle when it entered, when I pushed in, it angled down with the shape of her cunt. I also felt a lot more, especially on the top of my prick. I could feel rough areas, bumps, and ridges.
When I felt her bum against my pubic hair, I knew I was fully in, so I pulled slowly out. The sensation for her, and me, was incredible. My cock had never felt so alive, and by the sound of the moaning Jane was making, my cock was doing special things to her.
Just as I was about to thrust in again, Jane moved back against me.
“Oh yes!” I exclaimed.
“You pull out, I’ll push back,” Jane gasped.
And we did.
“Play with my tits!” she pleaded.
At the speed we were going at, I could reach under her and hold and squeeze each tit. Soon, I was pinching and pulling on her nipples, which brought even more sounds from her. Then becoming bold, I brought my hands back to her waist and held her still, buried to the hilt, my length inside her. Then it was my turn to pull out, and go back in as slowly as I could manage it.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Jane cried out. “Play with my clit and I’ll cum!”
Ever one to obey, my right hand sneaked forward. Her clit was fully exposed from lips and hair, and I rubbed it first soft, then hard.
Without warning, I suddenly went as fast as I could manage, holding her with only one hand. Seconds later, she screamed an orgasm, and seconds after that, I shouted mine.
She was still lying on her front getting her breath back, as I lay next to her, my arm over her back. It was another while before she slowly turned onto her side. I rolled onto my back, and she came under my arm, leg across me.
“You’ve never done that before?” she said, nuzzling my neck.
“First time!” I said, still breathing harder than usual. “It was incredible. Felt really different.”
“Does for me, too. Did you feel those rough areas at the top of my cunt?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my G-spot. Heard of it?”
“Yes. I’ve had some porn read to me in university.”
“Next time you finger me, look for it. I could well have a present for you if you find it.”
It was another couple of minutes before we spoke again.
“Do you realise we haven’t had a cigarette yet?” Jane said. We were both smokers:
“Too busy,” I grinned.
“Cliche alert,” Jane said, “but I do enjoy a post-fuck smoke.”
I disentangled myself, and found my smokes and lighter on the side. Jane moved away and got up.
“Going for a piss and to get the wine,” she said.
I smiled, thinking about her swearing and graphic language. It sounded all the more weird from someone with such a posh accent.
When we were sitting up again, cigarette in one hand and wine glass in the other, I asked her a question that was still worrying me.
“What would your husband do if he found out we were now fucking?”
Jane thought before answering. “He genuinely doesn’t care a shit about me. But he’s a competitive and jealous bastard. He’d hate it. Probably divorce me and try to take everything. My children would go on his side, as would most of my friends.”
This answer was much worse than I expected, and it worried the shit out of me for her.
“I love what we’re doing and what we feel for each other, but is it worth all that?”
Again, there was silence, before Jane replied, “Depends on what we would do if the worst happened.”
It took me a few seconds to realise what she was saying. “You said earlier you thought you were falling in love with me, but you didn’t want to do that, as you couldn’t see a future in it.”
Again a silence, and this time, movement. When she moved back, her body moved against mine, and her hand brought my head round and down to hers. She kissed me for a long time, very gently and passionately:
“I’m 50, you’re 27. I’m middle class, your working class. I’m rich, you’re not. You like Led Zeppelin, I like Beethoven. You will need to move, probably to find another better job.”
“So that means, no?” I said, feeling suddenly very fed up.
The hand behind my head ran a fingertip down the centre of my body, to the base of my cock and up to the top.
“You’re also the most sensitive, caring, loving and bravest person I’ve met. The way you do your blindness thing is amazing. You are also a great fuck. So if I had my way, I’d give it a go. Since I said I can’t fall in love with you, I’ve lost that one!” Her hand then closed around my hard length.
I drained my glass, and stubbed my smoke out quickly; moving to lie down, I gently pulled her on top of me. “I love you!”
I didn’t need to say anything else, and couldn’t, as I felt too full. We kissed a long time. She held my cock, gently rubbing it against her bush and clit. She slipped it inside, almost before I noticed. We moved very slowly and gently together. No idea how long we went for just kissing and caressing–and fucking.
Just before I sped up to cum inside her, she breathed, “I love you, too.”
So, there we were. We’d known each other a year, and I suppose we had grown to know, then like, and then love each other. Had the fucking done the loving bit, or had the loving made the fucking happen? I knew there were a lot of things that could still go very wrong. Jane hadn’t said she would leave her husband for me, only that she would go out with me, if they split up because of him divorcing her. But, as we cuddled together, falling to sleep, I knew there was nowhere else I wanted to be. After 27 years, this fucked-up, anxious, insecure, overweight, blind Welsh git was very close to being very happy!
To be continued!
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