Chapter 7
As soon as Clara reached Mike's apartment, she recognized just how much of a challenge she faced.
Clara knew that Mike was a little fearful about getting involved sexually with her. She could see that he was the kind of shy, sensitive young man who could talk to a girl but when it came to a showdown, would have difficulty getting involved with her sexually unless he had known her for a period of time. On this particular occasion, she had made the advance and now there they were, preparing to climb into the same bed together.
As soon as they arrived at his small apartment, Mike suggested that they have a drink.
"No, let's get right into the sex," Clara said.
Mike gulped hard, then walked into the bedroom with Clara. He watched as she began to remove her clothes. Clara was amazed at just how bold she was becoming. That one adventurous affair with Fred had put her life in a completely different perspective. Now she was no longer fearful about jumping into the sack with another man. As a matter-of-fact, it was an adventure that she genuinely looked forward to. The fact that she was dealing with a shy, timid young man at that moment made the prospect seem all that much more appetizing. She wanted very much to stimulate young Mike, to provide him with all that she could in the way of sensual pleasures.
He watched as Clara removed her dress, then went to work on her bra. Clara quickly undid her bra, after which she then reached down and clutched at her panties. She tugged at them several times, then removed them.
"Baby, ohhh, do I ever want to fuck with you," she exclaimed. "Take everything off."
Mike watched with hypnotic fascination as Clara removed her panties. She stretched out on her back, reaching down with her left hand. She began to slide her fingers ever so slowly and soothingly inside of her nest. Her fingers worked back and forth against her pussy, and all the while she was looking at her friend. She kept on staring at Mike, hoping that soon they would be involved in the throes of beautiful love making.
She lay there stretched out for several long moments. She was doing her best to entice Mike to undress at that point in time.
"Come on, take off your clothes," she encouraged. "Come on, honey. You want to undress. You want to get everything off. That way we can fuck."
Even though Mike was a little timid about undressing and moving quickly into the act of sex with Clara, he knew that he sexually desired her as well. He could feel the titillation in his balls. Now it was just a question of removing the fear from himself to enough of an extent to where he would be able to get a huge erection.
Since Mike recognized that he did not have a hard-on, he was more than a little timid about undressing. But he began to remove his clothes, taking them off as quickly as he knew how. He wanted to undress as fast as possible, hoping that maybe it would cause his nervousness to flee.
He removed his clothes, then slid his shorts down his legs. As Mike stepped out of his shorts, he looked down at his cock and balls. He felt embarrassed over the fact that his cock was not hard. He felt a certain tension. He wondered if it could be eliminated.
"Just stretched out on your back," Clara said. "You're too tense, honey. I'll fix everything for you."
"I'm awfully sorry," Mike shook his head.
"Don't worry about a thing."
"I hate to say it, but I'm afraid it's guilt," he admitted, shaking his head.
Clara looked into Mike's eyes.
"You've got to be kidding. You're guilty about a little bit of sex?"
"Yes, I hate to say it, but I am, I didn't want to tell you but I am engaged. The only person I have sex with is my fianc‚, and she restricts that. She's saving most everything for when we get married."
"Maybe you don't recognize it, but I'm married." she said. "I sometimes take my rings off, but I am a married woman."
"Good god, that makes it even worse," he shook his head.
"Don't be foolish," she laughed loudly. "You don't need to worry about any of this. I need a man to take care of my needs. My husband is tied up with his career so much of the time. He's a doctor, a very busy one, and he's hardly ever home. I guess you understand where that leaves me."
"Yes, I can understand your point."
"So what's wrong with a couple of mature people just enjoying each other? It's certainly not going to break up your prospective marriage, and it's not going to destroy mine. Darling, I want you to just relax. I want you to make a conscious effort to enjoy yourself. I'm gonna do everything I can to see that I satisfy you. And that you satisfy me."
Her words placated some of Mike's fears, but he still was apprehensive enough to where he couldn't seem to get his cock up. But Clara was not about to give up. As a matter of fact, she felt challenged by the opportunity to reach with both hands and begin to glide her fingers against her lover's balls. She wanted to let her fingers go, to let them plunge and manipulate against his testicles.
She moved her fingers forward, letting them slide with magnificent grace and ease against his balls. She let her fingers scrape slowly and soothingly. Back and forth she kept moving them, sliding them against his testicles as she responded to him.
After a few minutes of dedicated, skillful finger efforts, she could see that his cock was beginning to show signs of life.
"It's coming up," she nodded. "I like that. It's a start."
Mike's body continued to tremble as she directed her fingers back and forth, letting them manipulate steadily against his balls. She kept on fingering, gliding against his testicles. A few moments later, she released her fingers from his balls. She wanted to let them stab and glide against his cock. She wanted to let her fingers slide soothingly against his ever-developing pecker.
"Baby, now you're showing some signs of life," Clara exclaimed happily. "You just wait, my sweet. I'm gonna get you off."
Her fingers kept on stabbing. They manipulated up and down his cock. She was pleased over the fact that his cock was now standing a good deal taller than it had been earlier. Her fingers kept focusing their attention on his ever-expanding rod. Back and forth she kept on gliding her fingers, letting them twist and turn against his cock.
"Honey, I'm gonna start sucking now," she smiled. "Now that I've gotten a little life in your cock, I'm gonna suck your ass-hole. You're gonna love it when I twist my hot tongue inside your anus. Baby, you're gonna go wild."
It was Clara's plan to simultaneously suck her lover's ass-hole and play with his cock and balls. She promptly asserted her tongue inside of his ass slit. Back and forth her tongue worked with conviction, sliding against his ass-hole. As her tongue worked with great skill and speed, she reached out and grabbed her lover's balls. The quicker that she manipulated her fingers against his testicles, the more excitement that he began to feel. Mike was now beginning to settle down into the stream of things. He no longer felt that uncomfortable fear that had been tugging at him earlier. He was finally put the thoughts of his fianc‚ in the past. He would think about her later but, for right now, he felt, it was up to him to enjoy the stimulating excitement of his lover.
She pushed her tongue forward, letting it begin to circulate inside of her lover's ass-hole. Her tongue kept moving, twisting, throbbing with joy and desire as it worked inside of her lover's ass-hole. The quicker that her tongue probed, the deeper that she let it connect. She was pushing him to an ever-great state of physical agitation.
After a few more hot, quick, finger strokes, she removed her fingers from his balls and let them go to work up and down his now long, steady rod. Her fingers kept on moving, sliding with driving impact as they kept on stabbing against his hot dick.
"Suck me off," he sighed. "Baby, ohhh, you've done it. I don't feel anything anymore but excitement. Keep your tongue moving. Just slide it inside my ass-hole. Come on, honey. Ohhh, ass suck. Really drive your tongue inside of my ass."
She kept on moving her tongue quickly, focusing it ever more rapidly as she plunged it into the innermost depths of his ass-hole. All the while her fingers kept stabbing, moving back and forth as she glided them up and down his long, hot pole. She felt a tremendous measure of triumph knowing that she had brought Mike out of his state of nervousness. Every time that her fingers plunged and stabbed, she felt that much more excitement. Her fingers kept on moving, sliding with reckless abandon. A few moments later she released them from his long, hot dick.
"Honey, we can go into the next part of the act," she sighed. "Now I'll start sucking you again. This time I'm gonna suck your cock, I'm gonna buy my tongue against it, after I've sucked your balls."
"Yes, my darling," he nodded. "You can let yourself go. All the way, my sweet. Darling, suck me."
Her tongue teased his balls, circulating back and forth, twisting with great desire. As her tongue kept on spinning against his balls, he felt that much more pure, uninhibited joy. Her tongue kept working, throbbing, moving magnificently against his already wet testicles, which were expanding with excitement with each and every hot, rambling tongue stab.
She kept up her burning, passionate strokes for a little while longer. When she ultimately released her tongue from his balls, she was all set to go to work against his hard, ready spear. She wanted to drive her tongue with solid desire, to manipulate it steadily against his cock until the flowing juices finally shot from him.
"Come on, suck me off," he repeated. "Baby, I just can't get over this. I want to see you swallow my stuff. Baby, nobody's gotten me this hot. Suck me off."
Clara was beginning to see that she did wield a commanding influence when it came to sex. Even a timid young guy like Mike who might have had the nerve to talk to a woman but not have the necessary follow-through, and who was immersed in guilt in the beginning over the fact that he was engaged, could be brought to a state of wild excitement. He was acting just like Fred, panting loudly, begging her for some hot satisfaction.
She knew that the time was ripe to provide it for him. Her tongue went to work teasing the tip of his cock. She would run her tongue against the foreskin of his penis for a little while, then would commence to slide her tongue up and down the full length of his aroused tool. She kept up her quick, stabbing thrusts, and the longer that she asserted her tongue, the closer that she brought him to orgasm. Her tongue kept on proceeding sweepingly, driving rapidly against his pecker, moving him that much nearer.
"Honey, keep it going," he begged. "Play with my balls, suck my cock. Come on, drain the hot juices out of my prick. You can do it. That hot tongue of yours is so beautiful. Just move your tongue. Come on, honey. Let it go. Really suck me."
As her tongue kept on projecting up and down his long, hot, ever-ready tool, she reached out with both hands and began to play with his balls. Her fingers kept on stabbing, moving brilliantly, massaging his nuts as she brought him ever closer to a king-sized orgasm. It was just a question of time before the thick, hot drops of his penis stream shot.
"Come on, eat me," he sighed. "Baby, come on, eat me. Yeah, I want you to swallow the stuff. Baby, ohhh, it's gonna shoot out of me. This is gonna be so nice. Sweetheart, ohhh, suck me, yes, suck me."
His whole body came alive in a state of wild, anticipatory desire. He wanted her to go to work on his cock, to suck as quickly as she knew how, to swallow the stream of thick, white juice that would shoot out of the end of it.
"Ohhh, come on, suck it," he exclaimed. "Baby doll, ohhh, suck it real nice."
Several hot, twisting tongue stabs later, the first few droplets of fiery juice started to shoot out of the end of his cock. The juices flowed slowly at first, then began to spray in a more prolific fashion. The juices hot out of his cock with total uninhibitedness. His whole body kept jerking back and forth as he heaved deep sighs, begging his lover to swallow every droplet of the cock stream.
"Come on, eat my cock," he sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, I want you to get the stuff. Baby, come on, swallow it. Oh, swallow-it."
His lover swallowed the last few droplets of fluid his prick, after which she removed her tongue from his cock. She patted the tip of it, recognizing that he was ready for more action.
"I like that," she said. "You're excited. You want more of the same. Isn't that so?"
"You're damned right," he smiled.
"I could use a little tongue action," she told him.
"You know, I wouldn't mind giving it to you."
"That's what I was hoping you'd say," Clara nodded. "Didn't you get at least a little turned on while I was lying there on my back playing with my snatch?"
"Of course I did, but right then I was feeling those terrible guilt feelings."
"Which of course is now a thing of the past. Right?"
"You're so right."
"That's good. Then I suggest that this time you try something new."