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Hello dear readers, this is your JJ back to treat you with some delicious and steamy stuff. First and foremost thank you very much for all the feed backs that some of you have sent in, I am delighted to see so many of you taking time off to send in your valuable comments. This is the only consolation for a writer that too erotic, thanks again lets start off with the narration. Every man remembers his first time. That first access to the warm juices of a woman’s secret place. In spite of my thirty plus years of treating mature women revisit their golden era of love making, and as for me there is always that first time, and its consequences will live with me forever.
For one thing I had waited so long, being pretty shy, mother-dominated eighteen year old in my last year of Secondary Schooling I’d had very little experience of the opposite sex. A brief touch of my girl friend’s left breast through her thick pinafore uniform before she knocked my hand away was as good as it got. Females especially the ones younger or my age had always turned me into a quivering jelly. Chennai has always been late booming and a pretty old fashioned when it comes to things like these. My first knee jerking BF viewing happened in my eighth standard and all of us in side the room were eyeing things for the very first time which was very hard to believe seldom has someone heard of cocks such huge and breast stuffed with silicon that defied the law of gravity.
I’d heard all the stuff of my class mates. They just lie there and you stick it in, Chris. It’s easy. I was wise enough to know that much of their talk were too good a story. It seemed to me that I was just too shy to ever find out what made a woman a woman. This was many, many years ago, back in Chennai the days we now call innocent days. South Indian girls, Chennai being the further most south city of India were girls were determined to keep it for some future husband. That’s the way they were brought up here.
And then Sujatha and her husband moved into our flats I was on the verge of a sexual education which I could never even have dreamed about. The lessons stand me in good stead for the rest of my life. The making of a stud. From the distance of a near two decades I can look back and recall my first time with all the clarity of it being just yesterday. Sujatha’s husband worked for a bank and were transferred from Bombay to Chennai, he was a workaholic day in and day out whether it rained or shined he never forgot two things one his work and second his night cap being in my early twenties I used to visit their place on weekends when we clattered away on banking finance stock market it was the time of Harshad Metha foul play with the market. In due course of time we became close on the family front and when some errands were required Sujatha used to ask my mom to get it done by me.
This was the beginning and so we became close I used to ask her if there’s anything I can do for her she would nod her head with a sly foxy smile the meaning to it I only got to understand later. I had a tint for music listening don’t get me wrong it was only the Tamil movie songs and those were the days of having a tape recorder were the creamy layer little by little I visited their place often if for nothing else then it was listening to movie songs. My lucky break came in form of yearly summer visit to Vellankanni which was never missed as long as I could remember. I call it a lucky break since Sujatha’s husband was also out of town attending a training session at their HO Mysore. This time around I made I was in my first year of collage and was doing Philosophy as a main subject made a brave attempt to argue with my parents saying there’s no God whatsoever. I was left alone second week of May a grueling summer and as I was brushing my teeth the next day I became fascinated by watching my soft mustache not only was that growing, so did my cock.
Sjuatha was tall, slender, as delicate as a rain kissed rose, I never saw her walk past me instead she swayed across in front of me. A blue silken night dress that was knee length and clung to every curve of her body, and every curve was undulating with sinuous abandon. A heady perfume of lavender and something else exuded from her beautiful body.
Sujatha answered my tentative knock on door almost immediately, and my eyes must have bulged at the sight of her dressed in a sky blue wispy knee length silken night dress with the top most two buttons open at the neck to reveal a tantalizing valley between her gently rising breasts. Long black hair, cascaded to her shoulders which complimented her beauty.
A handsome young man was her first comment as I entered followed by i’ll bet the girls are mad for you.”
“Oh, Chris, how lovely to see you.” Her wide eyes, the swing and sway of her body, sent all kinds of electrics through me. The intimacy of her smile only added stiffness to my already erect cock.
Had I misread her looks, her tone of voice? It couldn’t be that way could it? I was imagining an impossible promise, wasn’t I?
A little shy I may have been but I found myself exhilarated by the mere proximity of her. The prospect of being close to her. That evening, I had the longest bath i’ve ever had. Brushed my hair into what I imagined was a delicate quiff and coated my body in so much talc musk deodorant spray.
“My you smell lovely, Chris.”
I was tempted to say, “So do you.” as her lavender perfume invaded my nostrils. But words simply choked in my constricted throat.
Music was already on and she directed me to the sofa, as I noticed that the curtains were closed, which seemed strange on a bright Summer evening.
I sat, as she swayed for a moment, every inch of her body seeming to be alive and transmitting bolts of lightning into my dumb adolescent psyche. She stood for a moment over me, and my eyes tried not to look at the slight parting in her negligee and the darkly shadowed something beyond. Why hadn’t she dressed? Did she know I could see?
I raised my head and she was smiling. She knew where I was looking. Then she sat down beside me, close. Closer than I could have ever dreamed.
“Tell me about your girl friends, Chris.” she breathed. Her perfume was something I thought I was going to drown in.
What could I say? The clothed left breast that I layed my hands on at school, my experience had been flat punctured kisses with my girl at school.
“Not much to tell,” I admitted.
“Do you like me?”
“Y–yes. You’re—–nice.” And it sounded so crummy I could have curled up and died.
“You’re a lovely strong young man, Chris—” My mind was telling me, And she’s a married woman—-
She went on, “You know how my hubby is and I have been very happy of late—-but you must have noticed how weak he looks— He can’t do——-anything.” And her pause made me look up into those eyes, even sultrier in the dim light. My head was spinning and I never knew for a second where am I.
“Let’s cut the crap” She said.
“Would you like to kiss me, Chris?”
A kiss? A kiss was more than I could have hoped for, wasn’t it? She was leaning towards me and the dress had parted to reveal more of those two creamy mounds. My basic instinct was to run like hell. But like a switch had been pushed there was a sudden bulge in my pants. In her 40’s she was making me mad………….
“Mmm,” was all I could manage, as her full lips moved close, and I tried desperately to catch my breath. The lips brushed across mine, briefly, gently. Was that it? Then her hand was on the back of my neck and her mouth covered mine just as I opened it to clutch in some air.
Next second her tongue was lapping over mine. Briefly shocked I was then filled with wonder at the electricity of it. The sheer sensation, my whole mouth was a-tingle. I leaned into it, dizzily, fearing I might faint at the intensity of it. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this.
Compared with those tight-lipped punctured kisses at school this was pure bliss, as Sujatha’s tongue explored my own, tracing around the insides of my cheeks. My hands trembled. Nervous as I was, I felt disappointment when she drew away. Then I saw that one of her breasts had come totally free and I was gazing at it. Tits, that’s what the kids called them. But not this beautifully rounded, full, smooth hillock with its subtle brown ring tipped by a delicate nub of a nipple.
This was a breast, a real, living succulent breast.
“Touch it, Chris.”
Amazed at the invitation, I looked into her eyes. Was I dreaming? Was this luscious married woman actually giving me, permission to touch her breast?
“Please, Chris.”
I raised trembling fingers and the tips traced the elegant slope from nipple to the base of her throat. Feeling a little bolder I allowed my fingers to smooth their way around the whole curving surface. The tightness in my pants increased.
“Now the nipple, Chris. With that same touch. You have lovely touch.”
I was scared senseless. Yet enjoying it at the same time. I reached out and tentatively ran my fingers over the hard small nipple I heard her sharp intake of breath.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, jerking my hand away.
“No, no. That was perfect, Chris. Again. A little harder.” I’d wake up soon. But the pressure in my groin told me that I wasn’t dreaming. I allowed my whole hand to settle over her breast, smoothing it, letting each finger trace over the nipple.
“Oh, you’ve done this before, haven t you, Chris,” she sighed huskily.
“No, never.” I didn’t even think of lying.
“Kiss it, Chris.” What? Blood pounded in my head and in my cock.
“Take the nipple in your mouth, tongue it” I lowered my head nervously, “Like this?” I asked, before putting my lips around the enlarged nipple
“Tongue, Chris. Use your tongue.”
Emboldened I did that. I couldn’t believe the pleasure of it. My mouth could have swallowed her whole. I found myself sucking without even thinking about it.
Sujatha was breathing more heavily. “You’re sure you’ve never done this before?
“Never,” I said. “But it’s nice.” That stupid useless word again. It was more than just nice. I was on some magic cloud. Briefly, guiltily I thought of her husband, but then her hands closed on either side of my face lifted me and her mouth fastened on mine again. Tongue slithering over mine sending shock waves through my whole being. One hand close over my right hand and moved it down, tracing it over the delightful flatness of her belly, the silkiness of her night dress, until I felt my fingers slope downwards and detecting a sudden roughness under the silk. She made an agitated movement and the silk was gone and my fingers discovered the roughness had been a mound of soft hair.
My head was pounding. I couldn’t expect this, this was the ultimate, this was a woman’s secret place, her special gift. My hand froze, uncertain of how to proceed. All I knew was there should be an opening among this fuzziness.
Her lips left mine and she whispered, “Go on, Chris. Touch me there.”
Without daring to look down at what I was doing I let my virgin fingers grope around the hairs. Where was it? Where was that secret opening?
I felt her legs moving apart and her mouth close to my ear breathed, “Lower, Chris. Follow the groove.”
Groove? What groove? But even as the question formed my middle finger found a smaller indentation. Tracing it I found it seemed to form a little trench running down between her legs. I rubbed gently and became aware that the edges of this trench were swelling to my touch.
“Mmmmm.” Sujatha’s breathed close to my ear. “My weakness. You’re finding my spot.”
The groove ran all the way down, right through to the back it seemed. Then suddenly there was moisture. My fingers were running along wet lips. I drew them back and then forward again. Repeated the action. Aware now of her laboured breathing, almost panting. On one forward movement there was a parting of the trench and there was something small and hard, like a miniature nipple under my fingers. But no hole—-where was that opening?
“Oh, God, that’s marvellous. Don t stop. That’s it. There. Oh, God. Yes. Probe, Chris.”
I seemed to be too far back when without warning my middle finger sank into a wet pit, so far back that it took me by surprise. I pushed and my finger sank right in. I let another finger join it and prodded them both upwards and inwards.
Sujatha was panting and gasping, kissing my face my hair my ears, tonguing into my mouth. “Oh, God, yes. Oh, God ”
I couldn’t believe how ignorant I had been. I didn’t even know that this glory hole was set so far back between a woman’s legs. And that was when I felt Sujatha’s hand on my thigh, on my bulge. Oh, hell, I wasn’t sure about this. Nobody had touched me there. Not since I was a baby anyway. But I wanted it and didn’t, both at the same time. No woman had seen my cock, not in that enlarged state. Not in any state.
Sujatha’s hands expertly opened my trousers. She was going to touch my naked cock. She was—-she was! My own fingers stopped their luscious probing as I gasped for air. Then her fingers were closing around my swollen member drawing it into the open. And the whole pressure of the episode was just too much as her fingers lightly caressed my bulging tip.
In despair, I realised what was going to happen, after all that had happened up to this point, the touch of her hand was all too much. My lower body seemed to explode. I looked up in time to see the first spurts bloom whitely over her fingers.
“Oh, dear that’s too soon,” she sighed.
“EARLY BRIRD”
Ashamed, disgusted with myself I was about to apologize when she crooned, “But I catch the worm. Cum to mama. Don t go to waste.” And to my mix of joy and horror she stooped and closed her mouth over my oozing cock. Sujatha was taking my cum in her mouth. I hadn’t even known that was allowed. Vaguely I remember seeing a dirty picture that the lads passed around. But here was Sujatha with her head in my lap, her mouth gently sucking on my spurting cock and taking every drop down.
After just a moment I felt myself softening and Sujatha released me, raised her head, smiled and licked the cum from her hand.
“I’m sorry,” I said lamely.
“Sorry? For what? We haven t finished, Chris And you can put your hand back where it was for a start.”
I glanced down at my pathetic little cock lying like a dead snail outside my pants. It didn’t seem likely that anything else could happen. I’d just been to the top of the world. Sujatha saw my look and smiled.
“i’ll tell you what, Chris.” I think we need to be more comfortable. And she stood up and took my hand urging me to stand. Then she lead me through a door and we were in a bedroom, with a large double bed.
“Comfortable, Chris. We’ve come this far. We might as well have comfort.”
I couldn’t see what we could do now. Did she mean we were going to sleep? Straight away I knew this wasn’t the case as she slipped completely out her night dress and stood there totally, delightfully naked.
Yet another first for me. Or A landmark should I say?
My eyes, bolder now, after what had gone before, roamed over the twin perfect breasts, bold, firm and brown tipped, that flat belly sloping down to the tawny patch of hair that I had explored but was seeing for the first time. She moved her feet and I caught a glimpse of the secret lips hidden down there.
“Now you,” she said and as I hesitated she stepped forward and began undoing my shirt.
My mother hadn’t seen me naked since I’d reached puberty. Nobody had. I was a little embarrassed. Now here was this virtual stranger busy removing my shirt.
Stranger?
After what we’d just done?
She loosened my belt and my trousers dropped. Her hands slipped inside the waistband of my under wear.
“You think I have a good body, Chris? ”
I nodded breathlessly and resisted saying’nice.'”Not bad for a late thirty year old, is it?”
”Fortyea”
She said with an impeccable Malayalam accent.
She was forty. I felt my face burning red as she slipped my shorts down over my hips, and stood back to look me up and down. I wanted the ground to swallow me. “You have a good body, too. Only yours will get better.” Her hand slid under my scrotum which made me jump. “Oh, Chris, you are going to make a lot of women happy. And I’m going to show you how.
Let’s lie down.”
To my surprise her touching my balls had made my cock flicker upwards. I lay down across the bed, and she lay beside me.
“I have a need right now, Chris. So we’ll show you early stages later. For now just kiss my breasts again. Early stages? What did she mean? Later? When was later?
Earlier it had been one breast, now I had both at my disposal. I let my tongue flicker from one to the other, while my hands roamed over them, enjoying the friction. My eyes gaped in wonder at the way her nipples swelled to my mouthing. From time to time she muttered little instructions.
“Use your teeth. Yes there, gently. Now squeeze, then stroke. Now move your lips down over my belly.”
Oh, oh, this was taking me towards a new stage. My tongue tickled at her tiny navel.
Go down. And the next tickling was her pubic hairs on my mouth. I couldn’t go any further. These weren’t the lips for my lips, were they?
“Touch first. Yes, fingers.” Her voice was husky.
I let my fingers move as they had before feeling out the petal folds as they opened to my touch. Moistness, aroma, heat. I felt my cock flexing itself, like a fighter returning to the battle.
“Open me. Yes thumbs on each side. You’re looking for the stone in a plum. Look. Look, Chris ”
My head was between her, legs my feet up near her head. I could never imagine what I was seeing. All that pinkish brown, layer on layer it seemed.
“See it, Chris? See my clit?”
Among the fold rose a tiny bud thing. Was that it? I wasn’t sure so I tentatively touched with my fingers.
“That’s it, Chris. My clit.” Her voice was strained, almost gasping. “Now put your tongue on it.”
My tongue there? This couldn’t be right. This wouldn’t be very pleasant, would it? Was this making love?
“Please, Chris. I need this—need it now.”
Reluctantly I leaned into it and flicked my tongue against that tiny target. For some reason my whole being trembled with excitement as she stiffened and gasped, “Oooh—yes, –do it—give it —lick it—lick it hard.”
My tongue began working as though it had a life of its own. Lapping at her little secret button. Her clit. I hadn’t even heard the word before. Back and forward went my tongue. Round and round. No taste, yet it was like supping on cream and the creaminess increased, as her legs spread and I found myself licking and probing until my tongue was guzzling into that mysterious hole without me even wondering about what I was doing.
“Oh, yes, we’re there, Chris.” And as she said it I felt her tongue licking the length of my semi-hard cock. I let my tongue run wild along her every widening creases, as she gasped and moaned. Her lips fastened around my cock and I could feel it swelling inside her mouth.
“No, i’ll—” I tried to warn her, recalling my earlier weakness.
“No you won’t,” she gasped.” I won’t let you.”
I could feel her tongue exploring the head and I felt so huge inside her and almost involuntarily I felt my hips thrust to push my cock deeper into her mouth, while my licking and probing with my tongue in her wetness got wilder and wilder.
Her mouth came away from my cock and I didn’t want it to, I glanced along the length of her belly and saw her pressing my cock against her breasts. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My meager hand jobs never made it look that massive. It had never been so engorged, so fat.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Chris, you’ve got a wonderful piece here. I want it inside me.”
She sat up and I sat up looking at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes clouded with passion.
“Now, we’ll fuck,” she said flatly. It shocked my to hear her use the word. You must remember this was many years ago when that word was the worst thing you could say. Yet there seemed no better way of saying what we were going to do.
Sujatha lay her divine body back on the bed and opened her legs with the knees raised. “Come on, Chris Just let yourself glide into me. You’ve prepared me good. Now finish me good.”
Uncertainly I moved between her legs and she reached down and held my cock, drew it towards her, guiding, her fingers holding the tip to direct it into that smoldering orifice that I had just finished licking out.
I felt the bulbous head of my cock enter and immediately felt the muscles of her vaginal walls contracting to draw me in. At the same time I felt that familiar welling from my balls. I was going to shoot. Christ, before I’d hardly started.
I told Sujatha.
She gave me that sexy smile and shook her head. “No you re not. Not this time. Not before you’ve stuffed me good.” And her hand reached down and I felt her finger and thumb grip tight around my cock just above the balls.
I had frozen in fear of shooting my load now she said urgently, “You re all right. Now let me feel that gorgeous prick inside me. ”
I eased my cock into her as her hand released me. The threat of an early rush had gone and my rod slid easily right up to the hilt. So far that I was sure that I could feel the head push against some part of her deep inside. I didn’t dare ask, what did I do now. I was inside, deep, deep into that warm wetness and it was the best feeling I’d ever had. But now? She sensed my uncertainty. “Pull back —Not too much—Yes, there. Now plunge back—all the way”
I had eased my hips back feeling my cock being adulated by her vibrating walls. Now I pushed it back as far as it would go.
“Now—again—back–faster— “And her voice was strained, excited, by what I was doing to her.
I swung my hips back and forward felt my rod working like a piston inside her.
Hey, I was fucking. This is what it’s like. It was better than anything I could have imagined. The hotness of it, the wetness, the smells of perfume and feminine musk.
Sujatha moaned. “Oh, God, —I knew—I knew—-Suck my tits, Chrissssssssss. Suck my tits—”
I needed no second offer, pounding away into her delightful crotch I let my lips snap and bite at her engorged nipples.
Sujatha was breathing harder than I was, her head tossing from side to side, her long hair flared across her face. “Ooh, it’s there. Oh, yes Chrisssssss. Cum in me. Cum. Cum now. Do it. Do it.” Her voice became a screech of near desperation.
A dam burst deep inside my balls and the flood poured into my cock, as with one final plunge I heard my own voice yell something wild. And I was trying to push the head of my cock up into the depths of her belly. While her hips rose from the bed to meet me and we ground ourselves together and groaned and gasped in unison. It seemed like I wouldn’t stop, I felt I was pushing liters and liters of my cum up into her and she was taking it so gratefully.
At last we were calm and I lay nestled against her flat, sweated belly as my cock slowly shrank out of her.
I’d done it. I’d had sex. I’d fucked—and fucked an older woman.
“That was a good start,” Sujatha murmured, stroking my hair.
“Start?” I said, delighted and surprised.
Oh, yes, that’s just lesson one. You re a fast learner Chris. But there are a lot of cold women in the world. You need to know how to overcome that.
“But—but how?”
Sujatha sat up and took my face in her hands, her eyes blazed deeply into mine, “You’ve got the potential to become a real hard fucker. I might not get all the benefit of that. But a lot of women in this world are going to be eternally grateful”
I doubt if even she realized how prophetic her words would be over the following years.
So from being a know nothing boy, in just two hours I’d begun to find the first confidence in matters of sex and my own body. Begun to know about the needs of women. More lessons? Yes, so much more to learn. Sujatha would be my eager tutor and I would also hear her own story of how she discovered her own sexuality. A little later she and her hubby moved to the Gulf in search of greener pastures and even today I can picturise the flame in her eyes as she came the first time from then on there was no stopping and no looking back there’s so much to tell, but you need to ask for them at
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