Chapter 12

She still made no move to remove my hands from her tits.

"Your mother was frigid too," I declared as if I knew.

Her look became one of wonder as she stared at me. "I don't know," she murmured. "That one time was the only time she ever mentioned anything to me about-" She broke off, as if unable to speak the word, "sex."

Then her wide-eyed gaze began moving hesitantly down my front, over my chest. Her uncertain eyes hesitated where the water created a transparent curtain across my upper belly. But after a wavering instant they moved on downward.

When her lowering eyes discovered my rigid cock standing smartly at attention before my lower belly, they widened and fluttered again, then fixed upon it with a fascinated intentness. After she stared at it for a long, silent moment, she looked up again, stared into my eyes, then asked breathlessly, "What're you going to do?"

I said quietly, "Not a single thing you don't want me to. Not a thing you don't enjoy."

She just stood there staring up at me, both her luscious tits still cupped in my hands. It was like she hadn't heard a thing I'd said. I tried again, declaring, "I'd like to help you learn to enjoy your body. Help you learn to feel. To feel glad you're alive. Would that be so terrible?"

She glanced down at the water demurely as she murmured, "I expected my husband to help me learn to feel glad to be alive. Why should I have any hope that you could do it? You're only a boy and he's a man."

I asked, "Is he a man who's glad to be alive? Or does he feel guilty about just enjoying himself?"

She didn't answer immediately. Finally she said, "He is a very dedicated man."

"But dedicated to what?" I demanded. "Misery?"

She glanced up sharply at me, then frowned thoughtfully. Just then a mockingbird landed in a treetop nearby and began making the surrounding forest ring with his medley of songs plagiarized from other songbirds. When she said nothing but just stood there studying on what I'd said, I suggested, "Is that old mockingbird sinful for feeling so good, for enjoying life so much, he's bubbling over with song to let everyone know how happy he is? Wouldn't you like to feel as glad to be alive as he sounds?"

She surprised me by instantly declaring, "Yes!"

So I promised, "I'll help you learn how, if you really mean it."

"Oh, I do mean it!" she declared instantly.

"Then trust me," I directed.

"I'm feeling more ... trust," she assured me, "every minute." And suiting action to words, she brought her arms up and put them around my neck, then invited, "Tell me what to do."

"Good girl!" I exclaimed. "You're feeling better than you have in a long, long time already. Aren't you?"

She smiled, abruptly, and it transformed her rather plain, makeup free face, making her beautiful. She nodded and a note of amazement was in her voice as she exclaimed, "I really do!"

I moved my hands on her tits for the first time since I'd cupped them around those lovelies. Instantly a startled look was in her eyes. I soothed, "You like that, don't you?" I caressed both tits and began teasing both nipples lightly with thumbs and fingers as I continued, "You have a need to be touched. To be caressed like this. And you feel a need to touch and to caress in return."

I moved my hands to her armpits. I brought my fingertips forward, lightly stroking the swelling sides of her delicious tits from their roots to their very tips. The startled expression in her eyes changed into a brightly burning light of excitement, of high, good feeling. I suggested, "You may be feeling surprised at yourself, but you're making a great discovery. You not only like having me caress you like this, you feel you'd enjoy caressing me. Right?"

She nodded. Suddenly one of her hands reached out and timidly closed around my stiff cock. She blushed and glanced away. But her hand stayed on my cock. She began stroking its hardness. Still blushing, she glanced back into my eyes rather guiltily, murmuring, "I'm so inhibited. I enjoy doing what we're doing, but I feel so guilty."

"Because you been taught, ever since you can remember, that you should feel guilty about just enjoying yourself, but especially about feeling any kind of sex enjoyment."

"Why does it seem so pleasant to me to touch your-" She broke off, again glancing away. Then by an obvious exercise of will she brought her eyes back to mine, demanding, "Why does touching your ... organ ... seem so pleasant to me?"

"Because, despite everything, you've been brainwashed to believe," I told her, "you're finally doing something you felt you'd like to do."

"But I feel embarrassed because I find myself enjoying such a thing," she murmured.

"You need to learn to let yourself go," I told her. "Learn to enjoy your body and your body's sensations. Learn to enjoy caressing a man's body and to enjoy having a man caress your body. It takes practice, but you'll learn."

As I said that, I completed another stroke from her armpits to her nipples. I caught both nipples lightly between thumbs and forefingers and gave them a gentle pull. That brought the first low gasp of pleasure she'd allowed herself. I did it again and she gasped breathlessly again. I smiled at her, still holding both her tits, and said, "My name's Vince Peters. What's yours?"

She looked startled again for a moment. I suppose the idea of letting someone who didn't even know her name be this intimate with her was startling. She abruptly said, "Madge Davis." She glanced down at my cock and began caressing it with faster strokes.

As I brought my fingertips forward along the swelling lusciousness of her tits again, I said, "You're a beautiful woman, Madge." I gave her excited nipples another gentle pull.

She glanced up into my eyes as that brought another gasp of pleasure out of her. "Thank you, Vince," she murmured. "Even if you're lying ... thank you. A woman does have a need to hear such things, even if they're lies."

"But you are beautiful," I assured her. "Doesn't your husband ever at least tell you that?"

She shook her head, glancing down at the water again.

I let her nipples snap back and returned my fingers to her armpits to begin another caressing forward stroke. Just then she surprised me by stepping in closer. As she did that, she gripped my cock firmly and brought the head of it into the feverish, juicy crack of her cunt. That brought a surprised gasp of pleasure out of me and she smiled.

Madge started stroking the head of my cock up and down through that hot, slippery crack of hers. Then she discovered her own clitoris. She shivered and began using the head of my cock to caress it as she murmured, "You feel so incredibly good to me!"

I told her, "The best is yet to come, sweetie." The waves of sensation she was creating in my cock had me having to fight to hang onto myself. I had to hold down a growing impulse to shove that tingling cock of mine into her lusciously juicy hot cunt to its roots. I knew giving in to such an impulse would never do.

The wisdom of restraining such an impulse was underscored when she abruptly said, "I've just realized that I've been afraid of a man's organ ever since my mother told me what she did when I was a little girl. And the way my husband's always acted, like he felt ashamed of himself to be doing what he did to me with his organ-"

I interrupted, directing, "Stop being mealy-mouthed. It is an organ, but so is a heart or a kidney. Like a heart or a kidney or any other physical organ, it has a name. So use its name and stop acting like its name is something dirty because it's a sex word. Call it what it is; a cock. Or at least call it a penis, if you'd rather be formal. But call it what it is, not just a nameless organ. That'll help you shake off your inhibitions."

She was still stirring my cock around steadily in the slippery lips of her cunt, caressing her clitoris with it as she listened, then murmured, "I guess I really am terribly inhibited."

I said, "You're making progress. Just keep fighting it. I'm here to help you."

"Oh, you have helped!" she exclaimed. "More than I'd ever dreamed might be possible. Right now you probably won't believe what I'm just aching to do."

"So try me," I suggested.

She smiled demurely and glanced away, blushing. Then she looked back with sudden resolution, declaring, "I'm just aching to feel your beautiful hardness ... deep inside me. I've never felt so ... excited ... in my whole life before. If this is what it means not to be frigid, I like it. You've been so patient and gentle, but so natural about everything. I think that's a lot of what's seemed so exciting about you. That's why you made sex so exciting to me, instead of frightening."

I smiled and told her, "Sex is natural and good and it's supposed to be so exciting it'll make us full of joy to be alive. Full of thankfulness for life."

She looked absolutely radiant as she eagerly exclaimed, "Oh, I know exactly what you mean. For the first time I can ever remember, I do feel really filled with thankfulness for life, with real joy that I'm alive! It's like I've been in a state of living death, like a zombie or something, until right now. And now I'm ... hot!"

She started making little thrusting movements with her hips, pushing her sizzling cunt against the hardness of my cock, then pausing to stroke her clitoris with it some more. Suddenly she said, "I probably should stop this, though. I'm still a married woman. If I did what I'm feeling like I'd like to, I suppose I'd be betraying my husband's-"

I cut in soothingly, asking, "Haven't you ever heard of oral sex? You can have sexual release and pleasure without letting another man enter your treasure house."

She looked surprised, demanding, "Isn't oral sex perverted?"

I said quietly, "Only people who've never tried it, or who've never tried it enough to really learn anything about it, think it's perverted. If something all animals do is natural, oral sex is natural. You should investigate and find your own answer. Find truth for yourself."

Madge looked thoughtful, murmuring, "Find truth for myself." Suddenly she nodded, exclaiming, "I like that!"

I swept her up in my arms and waded ashore. A rippling laugh came out of her as she hugged her nakedness to me, her eyes burning with excitement. I found the nipple of one of her luscious tits thrust up right before my mouth and sucked it in greedily. A little breathless yelp of pleasure came gusting from her; her arms suddenly tightened around my neck, pulling my mouth against her tit harder.

I waded out of the pool and across an open, grassy area and on into a sheltered cove screened by underbrush. There I laid her down upon the grassy carpet, without releasing her tit from my mouth. As I settled myself beside her, I began teasing her other nipple with one hand. The moan that brought out of her let me know I was making the right moves.

I went on teasing her tits for a few minutes more, then began kissing my way downward across her upper belly. At her navel I paused, circling it with the tip of my tongue, then thrusting into it. She gasped in pleasure, liking that too.

Below her navel I kissed and licked a zigzag course across her taut lower belly. Her breath was running in and out of her in noisy, ragged gasps before I brushed my cheek against the upper fringe of her golden nest of cunt hair.

She moaned in protest, obviously having hoped I'd go straight on down to her hungrily awaiting cunt, when I raised from her and moved around between her legs. She opened her soft thighs to me instantly. I pushed her feet up against her ass, raising her knees high. My cock was aching, it was so ready, but I again put down the temptation to hurry things. I'd already become thoroughly convinced that you always pay a high price for getting in a hurry with any part of sex. No man ever learns how really delicious and great a fuck can be unless he forces himself to wait until his partner is so nearly out of her mind with passion that she'll almost plead with him to slip the caressing hardness of his cock to her. Not only is the quality of sensation the man gets under such conditions always indescribably better, but his prospects for frequent return engagements are immeasurably higher.

So I hung onto my impulse, checking it, and bent my head to kiss her upraised left knee. From there I kissed my way leisurely downward over her velvety inner thigh, alternating my kisses with long, caressing licks of my tongue. Licking and kissing my way hungrily over the sweet, sensitive, velvet of her inner thigh, I worked my way steadily nearer that nest of dewy, golden down covering her cunt.

I could have stretched it out much longer, as I'd done many times before, taking time to cover both thighs, both groins, and perhaps even to lick into the crack of her ass to her asshole. But this time I felt that might be a mistake. The right timing for each woman is different. This time when my cheek brushed against her golden cunt curls and I felt the feverish heat radiating from her open cunt against my skin, I had the feeling I should get on with it.

I lowered my mouth upon the feverish lips of her sizzling cunt. An anguished, gasping moan came out of her. Strangely enough that sound from her triggered a fantastic flash of electric-like excitement that shot through me. My cock jerked with involuntary muscle spasms, almost as if it was about to explode.

I paused an instant, getting my threatening surge of sensation under control, then sent my tongue thrusting in through her cunt's lips to the portal of her fiery tunnel of love. Her whole lower belly swelled with the flood of sensation that the thrust of my tongue created.