Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 10:21:14 -0500
From: Leila Benson <leila113@lycos.com>
Subject: The Rest Of My Life   part #  11

Date:  Sunday, March 3, 2002
From: Leila Benson
Subject: "The Rest of My Life" (Part # 11)
Lesbian/Beginning; (F/f) Part # 11 "Gordie's Bedtime Story"

This is my first attempt to write a story to achieve a long-felt ambition.
I had read some erotic pieces before, and some were very good indeed. Still
I wanted see if I could reach out with just words and achieve the desired
effect. Which of course, is turning you on! The very first story I wrote
was published some months ago. It was called "Joan and I " That story
became a Chapter in this much longer story which I'm now trying to break up
into chapters or parts. I would love to know if I had my desired effect.
This story describes about six months in the sexual transformation of a
teenager as she discovers her powerful sexuality. While it focuses on
Lesbian relationships, there are some graphic (F/m) parts. What can I say,
it's my life. I guess you might say it's mostly a true story. If this kind
of story is problem for you go no further.  leila113@lycos.com Central
characters - Molly, a 16 year old. Allison, her friend and mother of Cindy,
who she baby sits for, and other friends and lovers.

Leila Benson


 Part #11

"Well I don't have to tell you how close I'm to Allison. In many ways, I
think her being my stepsister has made her in many ways closer. Don't
worry, I'm not about to tell you a story if incest. Sorry, but there wasn't
any of that. She was involved, even if inadvertently in my
deflowering. When I was about fifteen, I went with my Mom to pick up
Allison at her dance class. We were downtown and Mom was buying me my first
suit. Allison had taken the bus to her class as she did three days a
week. Mom was going to surprise her and drive her home. We arrived at the
school and were directed to the studio where her class was taking
place. There were only four dancers, including Allison. I had seen Allison
at loads of recitals and in her various dance outfits for years, so seeing
her at her class was nothing special. I however was immediately struck by
her teacher, whose name I already knew was Adele. Allison had talked about
her with admiration and affection ever since she started studying with her,
which I suppose it, had been at least a year. Adele was wearing standard
leotards, only hers were a bright green, which set off her dark red hair. I
know it's considered sexist but what drew me powerfully to her was her
body. She didn't have the long graceful look of a dancer. She was quite
short as a matter of fact. It was her well-muscled calves and tight,
somewhat protruding ass that I loved at first sight. As I now remember, it
was the powerfully compact body as a whole that I found so very exciting.

Adele ended the class as we watched from an adjacent studio. We walked in
as the class was moving out. Allison introduced me to Adele. My Mom, who
knew her, gave her a warm hello. As we began to move out of the studio
Adele asked me if I wouldn't mind helping her move a piano. It seemed that
an assistant, who worked there, had called in sick. Apparently, from what
she told us, this was a common occurrence.

Of course, the piano was on a rolling platform and rolled readily, non-the
less it was heavy and required a good deal of strength to move it
about. While Mom waited outside for Allison to get dressed, Adele and I
rolled the piano to another studio. She asked me if it was ok if I would
just take a few minutes to move a partition screen in the studio. I was
happy to accommodate her and frankly, I loved showing off my strength. I
know this sounds a bit odd but I could barely keep my eyes off her. I felt
such a powerful pull towards her that I felt kind of shy and clumsy. She
could not have been nicer, complimenting me on my strength and the
efficient way I handled the partition screen. I could feel myself
blush. She asked me if I had an after-school job. I told her I had just
ended a job substituting for a friend at a Pharmacy. This was a loathsome;
boring job that I was happy was over. She asked me if I would be interested
in working for them at the studio. I told her that I thought that would be
great! I was so excited to think I might be near Adele that I had no idea
what the job was or who the other people were in "them".  I shyly asked her
what I would do, and she told me the job consisted in doing some of what I
had just done, only more so and anything that needed doing, from answering
the phone to bringing circulars around to schools and other public
places. She told me the she had a partner named Greg, who I would meet and
who she was certain would love to have me "on board."The formalities were
short. Adele asked Mom if it was ok? Mom asked me. I said "great!"

That's how I began my adventure with Adele. I met Greg the following
day. He was a gay man of about 40. He was a former dancer with Merc
Cunningham. He asked me a few questions and invited me to join their little
dance troupe. I could not have been happier. I would bicycle to work do the
various chores. Try hard not stare at the young nubile teenage dancers in
their tight leotards. These anorexic girls luckily were no match for my
lovely Adele. A few days later Adele asked me how it was to be surrounded
by all those teenage girls.  I know this sounds ridiculous, but I told her
that those girls were like ten-year-olds compared to being near someone
like her. She actually seemed pleased by my comment and told me so. She
asked me, if after the last classes that day, would I appreciate helping
her put up a window blind at her house. I of course was delighted that she
asked me. I could barely contain my excitement that she had actually asked
me to her house. The last class was over at twelve noon that Saturday. I
called home and told them I was working later than usual that day. We left
directly from the studio. Adele didn't even change. She just put a coat
over her leotards. I put my bike in the studio. Adele told me she would
drive me home and pick me up after school on Monday. She said she would fix
us some lunch when we got to her house. The quick trip to her house was
filled with Adele chatting away, with me very quiet. I simply was too
anxious to talk. At that point, believe me I had no real idea why I was so
nervous. I had been alone with her many times at the studio, so that was no
big deal, but in her own private space, that had an effect on me. When we
got to her Condo, I was so pleased that her space was so beautiful. It was
a large two-bedroom apartment with her second bedroom setup as a kind of
mini dance and exercise room. She told me to make myself comfortable while
she showered and changed. I sat down on the couch while she went into her
bedroom. On the coffee table was a large book, which I glanced at. I
thought it was one of those "coffee table" art books, which I suppose it
was. I looked at the cover and it seemed to be a book on dance. It's title
I remember was "Young Dance". The title was in English and another language
that I latter found out was Danish.

There was a silhouette of what seemed to be two girls dancing. It was an
arresting picture, so I moved the book to my lap and opened it. I was
stunned and thrilled to find that it was filled with image after image of
young girls, I guess about eleven to fourteen years old. All the girls were
either completely undressed or at least partially so. Most of the poses
were, I guess supposed to be dance of one kind or another. The pictures
were beautiful, but even to me, with really no experience in anything like
this, the pictures were clearly meant to be sexually exciting. I was
transfixed and also confused as to why the book was there and of course
afraid of being seen looking at the book. I think I should be clear about
my own sexual history at that point. I can be brief. Except for a lot of
jerking off to the fantasy of different girls in my class, my total
experience consisted of a few deep kisses and some minor above the waist
petting. That was the sum total. To say that being alone with Adele and
looking at this forbidden book was stimulating would be a gross
understatement. I was busy scanning the book, trying to listen for the
approach of Adele, when I was startled to hear her voice directly behind me
on the couch. She had walked into the room in her bare feet on the carpet,
and I never heard her. I could have died! She stayed for a moment behind me
and simply said, "I love that book. That's why I keep it out. Let me show
you some of my favorites." With that, she stepped around to the front of
the couch. She was wearing a light blue terry robe. Her hair was wet. I
could smell her shampoo. "I hope I haven't embarrassed you. These are meant
to be sexually exciting pictures and what your feeling is the way it should
be. So just relax and enjoy it all, ok?" With that, she sat down next to
me. At least the book was on my lap and it hid my erect penis. She told me
about the book and how the photographer had specifically chosen young woman
or girls who were just discovering their sexual selves. How the pictures
had to be shot in Denmark where these kind of pictures were not only
allowed but treasured. We went through the book slowly together, with her
pointing out pictures and pose's that she particularly loved. She told me
that she loved both men and woman and that she was bi-sexual and why she so
loved this book because it combined the unabashed sexuality of young woman
and dance. "Did I understand what bi-sexual meant?" She wanted to know. I
assured her I had heard of it. I was trying to sound mature and
knowledgeable, but I frankly was in a state of such confusion, that I was
spinning.  She asked if I found the pictures as exciting as she did. She
asked me in such a direct way that I was able to calm down to a large
degree, and answer her directly and honestly. I told her that I loved the
book as much as she did. She was curious what pictures were the "biggest
turn-on's" for me. That was a difficult question to answer with her sitting
next to me. I told her that I really had not had time to go through the
book. I asked her to show me the ones that she liked. She agreed, and
placed the book on the table between us. This revealed my erect penis. This
all happened in an instant, so I hardly had time to be embarrassed, when
she looked at my obviously enlarged self

She told me she was happy I was having such a great reaction and I should
simply enjoy the feeling as she was. That helped somewhat and my beating
heart slowed a little. I also thought how amazingly considerate she was in
trying to make certain I was feeling ok. I loved her even more for doing
that. She turned a few pages and came to a picture of a girl on the edge of
a bed. She was wearing a blouse which is unbuttoned revealing one small
breast. The light is pouring in from a window just to her side. Another
girl who is only wearing, what appears to be large lacy panties, (which
look like they come from another time,) is sitting across from her in a
large rattan chair. She has one hand between her legs, her head is thrown
back and she is watching the other girl intently, as she appears to pull on
one of her nipples. The girl one the bed also is watching her with such an
intense look that I'm very struck by the strong sexual and loving emotion
of the picture. She tells me that girls also love to get off with each
other. She wanted to know if I had any experience with girls? She asked me
so matter of factually that I answered truthfully the same way. Simply that
I really hadn't, but I certainly wished too, and I thought about it a great
deal, and I often thought of her, and as I was being really honest, that I
thought about her all the time. All of this came out in one giant flow of
words. When I finished she simply brushed her hand on my cheek gave me a
gentle kiss, looked at me directly and told be she sometimes thought of me
when she "got herself off". I was thunderstruck! She wanted to know if I
would like to learn how to make love to a woman? I just nodded. She said
that the book had some nice pictures that would give me a good idea what
woman liked. We went from page to page as she explained what some of the
girls were doing to each other what things felt particularly good. She was
interested to know what seemed to be most exciting to me. This was all done
with such calm deliberation, that while I certainly didn't become less
aroused I was much calmer and if not really relaxed, I was sort of
comfortable with her and my large erection. She told me that at my age, one
of the problems a girl partner has, is that I might very quickly cum before
the girl did and while you didn't necessarily have to have an orgasm
together it was important that your partner was as happy as I was going to
be. The girl sometimes takes longer to get there she said, but her climax
can be as strong or even stronger than a guys and that I should remember
that. I told her it was sort of like the golden rule, "do unto other as you
would have other's do unto you." She loved that idea and agreed that I
understood what she meant. She seemed very pleased with me and I must admit
I felt very reassured by her. She wanted to know if I wanted to try? I told
her that nothing would make me happier.

At this point Lin exclaims. "For God's sake Gordie, Molly and I need you to
come to some climax, and I mean that figuratively and literally, and I
desperately need it as much, as I'm sure Molly does. If you don't hurry I'm
simply going to bring myself and poor Molly off." I must admit by now I was
sort of playing with myself under the covers and I did need to come to some
end. I was thrilled by Gordie's story and the last thing I wanted was to
hurt him in any way. I told him that I was very caught up in his story and
that he should go on, but I understood Lin's concern.

"Ok, ok I understand, but one of the great experiences in your life can't
always be hurried Anyway she took me by the hand and we went into her
bedroom. It was done in shades of blue and a sort of deep pink. I have a
very clear memory of how warm and inviting it was. She had a large bed with
very big pillows set up against the wall. Light was pouring in one of the
windows. She pointed out that that was where she wanted the shade. No one
could look in because we were higher than the next building. She had me
take my shoes off and told me to get up and get comfortable. She sat down
next to me and asked me if I wanted to make love to her. For a moment I
wasn't certain what exactly "make love to her" meant. Then I realized that
saying " screw" or "fuck", was not a wonderful way of describing what we
were about to do. I simply nodded. She told me that all I had to do was
relax as best as I could and she would teach me what it was to make love
and to be loved. "First I think we should look at each other. I can't wait
to see your beautiful body and I want to show you mine. Ok? " She reached
over and gently brushed my penis through my jeans then began to loosen my
belt. I took over from her and loosened it and the button and zipped the
fly down. I quickly took my polo shirt off then my socks. I guess I was
saving the most difficult for last. As I was lifting my ass to remove my
pants she simply and quickly unseated and slipped her robe off. I was
stunned. Remember this was the very first time I had ever seen a woman's
completely naked body in my whole life. In that instant I forgot my swollen
cock and feasted on the incredible body and person before me. She was also
looking at me with such a warm sweet smile that my heart was filled with
such a powerful combination of desire and love that I thought it would
burst. "Gordie, I want you to know that you can look at me, touch me and
you never ever be or feel shy or embarrassed. Do you understand that? It's
really important that you feel as free and open as you possibly can. I
found my voice and told her directly that I did understand what she meant
and I would be her best pupil ever. I said that in a sort of kidding way
but I also told her how grateful I was and that I felt I was living out
some kind of dream. With that she touched my lips with her hand and brushed
my erect penis. "Gordie this will feel like a dream but it is as real as
can be." For a short while I took her up on what she had said and I just
feasted my eyes on her. She had the most wonderful deep green eyes with
long lashes. Her curly red hair was damp from the shower. She had a wide
mouth, with full lips. Her lips were a deep pink, even with no
lipstick. She had a dimple's on her lower cheeks when she laughed or
smiled, which I adored. She had very pale, almost ivory skin. You could see
the blue veins under it. She was that fair. Her breasts were a wonderful
shape. They were not unlike many of the girls in the book. They were just
bigger. They were very, I guess you might say uplifted. Her nipples pointed
slightly up, and the amazing thing was they were the same color as her
lips. I don't know why this struck me but it did. I didn't know then that
she had other wonderful parts that were of that same erotic color. She was
sitting next to me with her legs sort of under herself, leaning back on one
hand. She reached over and said." Give me your hand, I'll show you
something I bet you didn't know?" She took my hand and placed it on her
breast. "Just gently play with my nipple. That makes a girl feel very
good. I want you to hold my nipple gently. Just concentrate on how it
feels, ok?" I did as she said. I loved the way it felt, and then I realized
it was growing in my hand almost like a little penis only much
subtler. When I held her nipple with my two fingers, it was very apparent;
also, the part around her nipple got kind of goose bumps. She had closed
her eyes. I could see that she really enjoyed it. She took my hand away and
told me to close my eyes and she would show me something. I did and I felt
the palm of her fingers on my nipples, then she played with them like I had
touched hers. It felt great. I was amazed. I felt her breath on them a few
moments later, and then her tongue licked them. I immediately felt my penis
getting even harder than it had been. "You see Gordie, that gives you just
a little idea how it feels. For a woman it's even better. I loved the
feeling. "I would love you to kiss me. Just do it the way you want, and you
can follow my lead or do it the way you want." I reached across to her and
kissed her. Her lips at first were a little hard then they softened and I
felt her mouth open as she enveloped me with her mouth. Her tongue moved
into my mouth and began to play with my tongue. She was also kind of
sucking and licking me at the same time. I loved the feeling of this live
thing in my mouth and I returned her thrusts with my own. I was also caught
up in her smell and taste. It was intoxicating. Her arms were around me
holding me tight to her. She slowly moved her hands to the side of my head
and gently moved me away from her mouth towards what I immediately knew was
her breast. This time as I put her nipple in my mouth I could feel it grow
between my lips. I sucked and gently nibbled at one then the other. I knew
it must of felt good because she was moaning and telling me how good it
was. She would sometimes tell me exactly what to do. She would have me be
softer or harder.  She wanted me to squeeze one nipple while I suckled on
the other or I would change breasts. She would take my open palms, wet them
with her tongue, and have me circle her nipples with them. She seemed to
adore that. I loved watching her face. It was so expressive. Sometimes she
would close her eyes and then she would look at me directly with this
loving frank expression of what she was feeling. That was very exciting to
see. She told me she didn't want to touch my cock too much. She said she
was a little afraid I might cum too soon. I think she was right about
that. The only way to describe my state was to call it ecstasy. Adele had
quite a well-trained body. Her muscles were clearly defined and her legs
especially were very strong looking and shapely. I especially loved her
little belly, which aside from her breasts was her softest spot. She said
she knew that I really had never seen a girls privates before and she would
show me all of its secrets. She asked me if there was anything that I
wanted to do, and I told her I wanted to kiss her soft sweet belly. She
pulled me down to it and I did. I loved the way she smelled. After a short
while she wanted me to sit between her legs, so she could show me her
pussy. I moved down to where she wanted me to be. She had a patch of red
hair on the upper part but the rest was exposed. She wanted to know if I
had ever seen one? I told her only in magazines like "Hustler" or some
others at a friend's house and once when I had seen Allison naked briefly
in the bathroom. But that had been fleeting and I was so embarrassed it
didn't count. By now, I was no less turned on and tremendously excited; yet
I did not feel in any way embarrassed. Here I was moving around Adele's bed
naked with a completely erect cock and all I felt was a warm loving feeling
for her to go with my sexually heated state. I settled between her
legs. She had them slightly parted with her knees somewhat raised. She had
pulled herself up on the pillows so she was looking at me. She told me that
she would show me where her best spots were, and how I could learn how to
bring a woman off, just like when I jerked off. That way I would understand
the details of how to "pleasure" a woman.  She first showed me the parts of
her pussy in detail. How the hood hid her clit and kept it safe, just like
the foreskin of a boy.  She showed me her outer and inner lips and the
opening to her vagina. I was very interested to see that the lips were the
same color as her nipples and lips. She pointed out that the same color was
around her anus and it was natures way of showing where the most sexually
sensitive places where. She pulled back the hood of her clitoris to show
me. She wanted me to get as close as I could so I would be able to see it
clearly. She was right it was small. It was also a slightly different color
than the surrounding skin. Whiter, like a tiny wet nub. She wanted me to
take my finger and wet it then put it a little way in her vagina, which I
did. She made a mewing sound when I did that. She wanted me to concentrate
on the feeling on my finger, which was wonderful, warm, moist, tight and
alive. She showed me how she could contract her vagina to tighten around my
finger. She said she would do that around my penis, and it would feel
great. I believed her! She wanted me to take out my finger and smell
it. She said it would be a very different odor, which all women had it but
each one was somewhat different, like fingerprints. She told me that men's
penis also have a distinctive odor, not as strong but also very sexual to a
woman. I did smell my finger. It was like the ocean, with a kind of funky
undertone and a kind of metallic part also. I found it completely different
than anything I had smelled before, and I was grateful that she had so
wonderfully prepared me. She wanted me to put my finger in again and get it
good and wet. When I did, she was considerably wetter than before. She told
me how when a woman is excited she produces all that moisture to lubricate
the penis in the vagina. This talk and everything was getting me so aroused
that I became afraid I might simply cum without even touching myself. Adele
wanted me to taste her juices, so I removed my finger and licked it. I
found the taste strange and I'm glad I smelled it first, but after a little
bit, It seemed just fine, just a slightly saltier taste than the smell. I
told Adele that I was afraid of just cuming without doing anything. She
told me that she was really glad that I told her my concern, it was
important that we be completely honest with each other so we can share the
most intimate desires and concerns. She leaned over and gave me a kiss. I
felt like I had been given a great reward. She wanted to know how often I
jerked off. I told her at least once a day. Did I know how long did it take
for me to feel sexual again? I told her sometimes just a short while at
other times as much as fifteen minutes. She laughed at that, but reassured
me that she was not laughing at me. Only that teenage boys, have this
wonderful sexual ability to quickly recover from an orgasm. She told me she
was thinking that maybe I should have an orgasm, then I wouldn't have to
worry so much. She wanted to know what I thought. I agreed with her, but I
wasn't sure what she wanted me to do or meant. Should I masturbate? I
didn't have to do that, she said. If I wanted too, she would get me
off. She wanted to save me getting inside her for later. Did I agree? What
could I say? I trusted her completely. She told me to lie back and leave it
to her. I moved around to her other side and put my head back on the
pillows.  The moment my head hit the pillow, I realized how extremely tense
I had been. Just leaning back felt wonderful.  I had this fantasy that my
penis was gigantic and rose up many feet from my body. With my eyes closed,
I heard this strange but familiar sound.  I looked around and saw Adele
squeezing something into her hand from small dispenser. From the smell, I
knew it was baby oil.  Through half closed eyes, I watched her rub her
hands together warming the oil .I felt her hand near my erect penis even
before she touched it. When she did, it was with extreme gentleness. She
grasped the shaft with one hand, and rubbed around the tip with the
other. She told me she simply wanted to get me off a little, so I would not
have to worry so much. Even with her gentle handling, I was very close to
an orgasm. She said she had a trick that would prevent me from having a big
explosion and she explained what she was going to do. She told me that just
as I was starting to cum, she would press on an area just bellow my
scrotum, and that would stop me from ejaculating fully and save me for
later action. She wanted to know if I was ready. I nodded that I was. She
rubbed my shaft a little then around the hole at the tip. She began to move
faster and faster. She told me to move her hand at the speed that I
liked. The moment that I moved her hand faster I started to cum. It
happened so fast that I didn't think there was any way to stop it. As I
began to squirt semen into the air, I felt this sharp pressure between my
anus and scrotum. It was not at all painful, but it was strong and boy was
she right. My ejaculation ended. I still felt sort of turned on, but it was
like a pressure valve had been released. She had a little bowl filled with
warm water and she washed me off and dried me. By the time she had
finished, my penis had already begun to come alive again. She wanted me to
just relax, to close my eyes for a few minutes. She placed a light cover
over me as I turned on my side.

I think I must off dozed off for a few minutes. I woke up not quite knowing
where I was. Adele came into the room wearing her light blue bath-
robe. Not at all sexy, just terry clothe. But thinking of what was under it
started me up again. She came over and sat on the edge of the bed, bent
down and kissed me on my cheek. I know it sounds silly, but I found her
gesture so sweet that I found my eyes filling with tears. She was so loving
and giving that my nervousness was completely gone. She wanted to know if
the nap felt good. I told her that I was refreshed and was ready for my
next lesson. We both laughed at that idea. She told me that she had put the
heat up in the house because she wanted us to make love in the open, not
under a blanket. She wanted my first experience to be out in the open. She
told me that seeing was extremely important to heightening a sexual
experience, especially to begin with. She reached over and placed my hand
under her robe directly on her breast. She reached over and stroked my, by
now erect again penis through the light blanket. She then pulled the
blanket down and removed her robe. I can only say that it was as powerful
an experience as it was the first time. Her nipple, where I had touched her
was more erect than the other. I reached the other one and began to gently
massage it. I could feel it enlarge between my fingers. When I pulled it a
little, she sucked in air between her teeth and closed her eyes. I loved
the feeling of giving her pleasure, specifically touching her and seeing
her respond. She bent down and began to lick the head of my penis,
especially around the rim and then the little hole. While she did that, she
gently held my balls in her other hand while she held my erect shaft. I can
hardly tell you how extraordinary this was. Each touch and lick send a
shiver through my whole being, and not having to worry about spurting at
her first touch gave me confidence that I could just enjoy the moment. She
lay back next to me. Both her nipples seemed to be at least an inch long. I
adored the way they were uplifted from her wonderful pear shaped breasts.
She wanted me to sit between her legs. Which I did. She pulled me to her
breasts and I began to suck them. First one then the other. The taste of
the hard nipples in my mouth and her heavy breathing and sharp intakes of
air as I experimented with how hard I would suck or nibble was an education
in delighting her. She moved me back after a few minutes. She told me that
she wanted me to "go down on her" I knew from before what she meant. She
told me she would guide me as to what she liked and exactly where. She
raised her knees and spread her legs until her pussy was completely
revealed. She showed me how she wanted me to lick her along the clitoral
hood then move to her outer lips, then the flower pedal like inner lips. I
should pull back the lips and put my tongue inside her. I bent down to
begin. I was glad that she had prepared me for the odor of her pussy. This
time I loved the smell. I found it thrilling. Combined with the taste of
her, the whole experience was immeasurably richer. That was the way I
though of the whole smell and taste of her.  She hardly had to say
anything. I could tell from the sounds she made and her touch on the back
of my head, what she liked. At one point, she shuddered a little bit and
she then held my head from moving. Then she had me continue some
more. After some minutes, when I was just beginning to feel that my tongue
needed a rest, she moved my head up. Through half closed eyes she looked at
me with a lovely smile and told me how wonderful that was. She wanted to
know if I wanted to go inside her. For a moment, I wasn't sure what she
meant. Then it dawned on me. She had me lie down on her I held my weight
off her somewhat by pushing on the bed. She had her legs quite wide apart
now. I could feel the dampness of her pussy. I wasn't certain what I should
do. Just then, I felt her hand on my penis. She guided it in to her. It
felt very good as my tip rested just inside her. Then with a thrust by her,
in I went! It was glorious. The most wonderful feeling that I had ever
experienced enveloped my cock! In that moment, I understood what it was all
about. Adele was holding my ass tight. She then began to do something deep
inside herself which moved around my cock in a gentle pulsating
contraction. It was heaven. She then arched her pelvis upwards pushing me
deeper yet. Without even realizing it, I began to meet her thrusts. I
reached to hold her ass and to pull her even tighter into me. I was now
moving in rhythm with her. Adele wrapped her legs around me. I felt as if I
was merging with her she kept yelling things at me. Yes, yes yes, more
more, harder harder, Christ! Oh my god! Shit! It was all beyond my ability
to understand. All I knew was that I was riding an incredible, wonderful
exquisite wave of feeling focused in her vagina and my cock. I was moving
with giant thrusts faster and faster. I was holding on to her ass in an
iron grip. Her breathing was turning into gasps each time I shoved myself
into her. I could hear my own voice yelling also, but it seemed so far
away. What I soon realized that I was going to cum and I needed to in the
most urgent way. I wanted to flood her being with my own juices, and then
it began, as though from my very core. From my toes, which I felt curling
as the spasm hit me, to something deep within me which was shooting wave
after wave of sperm on to her womb. As I began to cum, I felt her own
climax hit in wave after wave of contractions of her vagina. It was as if
each spasm of my orgasm was met by an equal pulsing of her own. We were
both yelling, even screaming. At some point I simply became exhausted and
lay there just breathing heavily. Adele was also tying to catch her
breath. I could feel little flutters transmitted to my penis from her
vagina. Although I was completely spent, they also felt marvelous. They
were like small echoes of what had just happened.

By now, I was very turned on from both the story and Lin's closeness. Lin
was leaning against the wall with her bare legs over me. A light cotton
blanket covered me. I occasionally touched myself. I could hardly help
myself with Gordie's sexual tale going on. At one point, Lin put her hand
on mine from the outside of the blanket. I guess it was obvious what I had
been doing. She looked over and smiled. She moved her hand under the
blanket and began to stroke the lower part of my belly. I placed my hand on
hers and moved her down to my by now wet pussy. She began to play with me
in a very quiet way. Knowing that she was doing that to me secretly while
Gordie told his story heightened the feeling in a strange yet thrilling
way. Gordie continued.

I felt my own weight on Adele, but I was reluctant to move off her. I was
afraid to take my penis from inside her. I could feel it loosen as it lost
much of it's hardness. I still loved the feeling of being inside her. I
felt her hands on my head. She moved me up to her mouth and gave me a long
deep kiss. I returned it gratefully. Adele said we should move on the count
of three. She counted down and on three I moved to her side, still inside
her. She put one leg over me and somehow contracted her pussy. She told me
it was her pussy thanking me. I contracted also a few times to return
hers. I could feel my cock grow a little and then begin to relax. We kissed
some more and we both slowly moved apart just a little. The cool air on my
just warmed cock was a rude shock and reminded me how delicious a place it
had just been. I began to say to her how great this had all been, when she
gently quieted me with her hand at my mouth. She told me she knew it was
good and I should just relax and cuddle with her a little bit, which I
did. The smell of her and my own sweat and sperm was very apparent. I loved
it. I could feel the wetness on both of our groins. I moved my leg between
hers to better feel her wetness on my thigh. She said she wanted to lick me
clean like a pussycat. I certainly didn't object. She bent down and began
to lick my penis every where. In a few minutes, I began to harden
again. She remarked on that and wanted to know if I wanted to try again? Of
course, I said yes. This time she wanted me to just lay flat on my
back. She straddled me and put my now fully erect cock inside her. She came
down on me and then began to rock herself on me. I reached for her nipples
with my mouth and fingers. She was moving faster and faster. She put her
head on my shoulder and I held her ass, pushing her hard into me. I started
to cum again.  She leaned back and screamed. Seeing her breasts moving with
her final thrusts put me over the edge and we both came again to a lot of
gasping and yelling. It was another beyond belief moment. Adele moved off
me and lay down at my side. We both lay there breathing hard with our
bodies filmed with sweat. She reached out to hold my hand and brought it to
her mouth. She kissed it. She told me how wonderful I was. What a natural
lover I was, and that showed my real character. That I was someone who knew
how to give to woman, who was unselfish and because of that, I would
receive a great deal. I told her how much I loved her. She shushed me with
a kiss gave me a big hug and sent me to the shower. When I came back to the
bedroom, my clothes were laid out. I quickly got dressed and went into the
living room. Adele had the Blinds and a small tool- box. She helped me put
up the Blinds. I had a cold Coke, kissed her goodbye. It was one of the
proudest experiences in my life.

 I continued my "job" with Adele on and off for over two years until I went
off to college.