Chapter 8
Ted Lewiston was from a family with a strict religious background, with the Bible governing everything they did, morning and night. He had never seen any member of his family in any way other than fully clothed, with the single exception of his father, whom he saw now and then without a shirt or undershirt. His mother had made a fuss about that, even, accusing her husband of immorality for showing his body that way in front of the children.
So it is hardly surprising that Ted Lewiston grew up thinking the human body was incredibly sinful ... special, but very sinful. His mother placed such a special emphasis on bare human flesh that he came to think of it in a unique way ... most particularly that the sinful aspects of the human body were much more exciting, much more pleasurable, than the kinds of things his mother would have approved of.
As he grew up, Ted made a couple of feeble attempts to discuss his confused notions of the human body and its functions with his mother, but each time he did, her response was such horrified indignation communicated to the boy that he had committed some grave sin in even bringing the matter up. As a result, his notion of the sinful nature of the human body was reinforced, and he knew he would never be able to find answers from his mother.
Later, as he played with other boys, older and more experienced than he, he found much more information in the streets from his companions than he had ever learned at home. He found even more confusion, though, for what he learned about fucking one day seemed to conflict with what he learned about fucking the next. He continued to listen, to enjoy the excitement of the sexual knowledge he was picking up, but he was wise enough to accept nothing on faith, but to take everything with a grain of salt. He would think about what he'd learned late at night, enjoying the level of excitement that coursed through his body as a result.
When Ted discovered the joys of masturbation, a whole new world opened up for him. He would thrill to the hardness of his cock as it became erect and he flogged it rapidly with his hand, trying to visualize women and girls without clothing, their pubic hair delicately decorating their bodies. Even when he wasn't jacking off, he'd look at the girls and women he encountered, imagining them without clothing, their tits jutting forward, their snatches covered with thick, dark hair. But when he was masturbating, he'd tremble with ecstasy as he came, shooting thick gouts of gism from the end of his cock and into the air.
Later, he discovered he could prolong his delight with jacking off by stopping short of ejaculation, waiting a little while, and then resuming. In that way he was able to prolong his masturbation over excitingly long periods, ultimately enjoying an even stronger orgasm than he would have had otherwise. He could, now and then, restore his cock to virile hardness by such techniques that allowed him to jack off twice in a row, although the second come was always weaker than the first.
One day, while he was cleaning up in the attic of his house, he found a pile of old catalogs. His mother had once caught him looking at a page of corset ads and had scolded him severely. Since then, the catalog had been kept in her bedroom, a room off limits to such an extent that even when he was alone in the house he didn't dare enter. But suddenly, unexpectedly, he had a treasure trove of pictures in some old catalogs he discovered forgotten in the pile he was cleaning.
He looked out the window to be sure his mother was still working in the garden where she'd been going when she sent him to the attic to work. She was busy with her hoe, so he knew he'd have the privacy to enjoy the pictures as much as he wanted. His cock was very stiff as he took it out of his pants, then he started turning the pages of the catalogs, looking at pages of women's legs in nylons, almost drooling at the sight of so many revealed thighs. Other pictures, too, were thrilling ... there were bras, showing the shape of breasts, some showing cleavage ... there were panties, too, with some of the pictures in color ... but the most thrilling to Ted as he stroked his cock with one hand, turning the pages with the other, were the pictures of women in corsets.
As he stared, his penis in his hand, he was almost able to bring those women to life in his fantasy. Many of them were big women, and some wore stern expressions which somehow made them more thrilling. He fondled their imaginary thighs, then his hands rubbed over the exciting girdles and corsets, all the way up to where bulges covered excitingly big breasts.
Without warning, he felt his semen ready to blast and was barely able to turn away from the precious book in time, his come spurting across the wooden floor. When his orgasm was over, his heart was pounding and his body covered with sweat.
He worked hard then, putting things in order, hiding the catalogs carefully out of sight, then, when he was finished, he thought again of the exciting pictures. He didn't feel sexually aroused right then, but he thought ahead to the times when he would, when he wouldn't be able to come to the attic without arousing suspicion. So he went to the books and carefully cut out a few of the best pages with his pocket knife.
Checking to assure himself that his mother was still in the garden, he hurried to his room and hid the precious pictures carefully, for he feared his mother's wrath if she ever discovered them.
They served him well over the next year, and he never tired of them, though with the passing of time, he longed for the real thing, and he began to resent the pictures for not actually coming to life to fuck him when he wanted them to.
He was almost sixteen by then. Other boys of his age were going out with girls and boasting of the necking they had done, the things they had seen and felt. Some boasted of having stripped girls naked, then told in exciting detail of the things they had done, things that included sexual intercourse. They described excitingly the sight and feel of a girl's crotch, the thrill of burying their stiff cocks in the soft warmth of the chick's pussy.
That became his new dream, then, as he looked through his precious, tattered pictures. He would watch as the big women of his fantasy took her corset off, then she would urge him to play with her thighs, breasts and buttocks, then she would open her crotch for him and tell him to help himself to her excitingly beautiful cunt.
With the development of his dream, his fantasies while masturbating became stronger and more exciting, but it wasn't long before he again became frustrated, because there was such a gap between his fantasy and what he imagined the real thing would be like. In that way, he was like many a virgin teenager, knowing there was more to sex than merely the fantasy coupled with a hand job, but not knowing yet how to go about getting a satisfying piece of ass.
Because he was extremely shy with girls, his inability even to talk to one without blushing, his dream still seemed as far from coming true as it had ever been. The fantasies with masturbation were still exciting while they lasted, but after ejaculation, frustration and anger and a terrible sense of solitude set in and destroyed his remembrance of past pleasure.
But even if he could overcome his shyness with girls, he told himself, his problem wouldn't be solved. Through all the lonely years, his ideal had been a big woman in a corset. Girls, he sensed, didn't wear such garments. He thought a girl would look pretty enough in bra and panties, especially if she wore nylons, but the picture he formed of a girl clad in such a costume lacked the strength of a big woman wearing a corset.
It is interesting to note that during this period of his life, when he thought of girls and women, he never thought of them totally nude, as he had earlier. He always saw them clad in bra, panties and nylons.
Ted had very few friends, but one dull Saturday morning he went to visit Bob, the closest person to him in all the world, hoping they would be able to go fishing.
"I'm sorry, Ted," Bob's mother told him as she answered the door, "Bob isn't home. His father called yesterday and asked him to spend the weekend with him."
Bob's father had left the family a couple of years previously, and his son visited him from time to time.
"You look so dejected, Ted," she said warmly. "I've just made a fresh pot of coffee. Come in and have a cup with me. You look bored, and that's just the way I feel."
Disappointed that Bob was away, and wanting someone to talk to, Ted accepted. He liked Bob's mother, because she smiled a lot, spoke warmly, and seemed to accept him as something more than just a kid. Despite the fact that her husband had left her, she still seemed a much happier person than his mother. And she certainly was more fun to talk to.
As they chatted over their coffee, Janet noticed that he kept stealing surreptitious glances behind, her. Pretending not to notice, she got up to pour more coffee, then she saw what intrigued him. It was a black corset she had brought to the kitchen so she could replace a torn suspender tab.
At once, she felt a surge of excitement sweep through her. She had heard of boys and men who had strong sexual urges centered on lingerie, and now she knew she had met one. It made her flush with excitement at the thought, for she'd been without any real fucking for a long time now, and this boy suddenly seemed infinitely attractive to her.
She fought to keep her hand from trembling as she refilled his cup, then the perc clattered as she put it down on the range and she excused herself, telling him she'd be back in a few minutes. As she left the room, Janet was merely seeking time to bring her untoward excitement under control, so the youth wouldn't see it and be frightened. Then she sensed that the excitement wouldn't pass, that it would go on burning until she did something about it. That something would have to be sexual, she knew ... but how, she thought, could she involve herself sexually with a boy no older than her son.
Still, sexual hunger had been burning just under the surface for a long time. Her husband sent money from time to time, but it wasn't enough, and she had to work to make ends meet. With her son at home she had to be discreet, so that there was little opportunity for her to go out, to have affairs, even one-night stands. Her last opportunity for sexual intercourse had been almost a year ago, and in between she'd resorted to masturbation from time to time to ease the fiery lust that roiled in her belly, but that wasn't really satisfactory at all.
She guessed that Ted was a virgin and that at his age he was hungering for a good fuck ... but did she dare seduce him? Did she dare take him by the hand and lead him into the realm of adult sexuality?
Janet had made a circle of the house with her thoughts and was returning through the dining room when she came to a sudden stop. In a mirror, she saw Ted's reflection as he held her corset in both hands.
She saw him open a cup of the bra top and feel it, then he put it over his face and inhaled deeply. After that, he rubbed the garment lovingly over his face, a hand rubbing his penis through his pants.
With that, all conflict passed for the woman and she knew she was going to lure him into bed with her. But she still stayed where she was. There would be people coming to the house that morning, two or three of them. It just wasn't the time for fucking. But there was the afternoon, and she knew it was beautifully free.
Ted was so enthralled with the corset he didn't hear her returning. Then, as she stood behind his chair, she wrapped both arms around him. He let out a gasp, shocked at having been caught playing with her corset and his cock.
"It's all right, Ted," she told him warmly. "I'm not angry with you. I'm just as excited as you are. I'm feeling terribly sexy, just like you," she added in a low, exciting whisper.
"You ... you are?" he asked after a long silence.
"Yes, dear. I'm terribly excited. Horny. Would you like to see me in my corset and nothing else ... except my nylons?"
"Oh, yes," he said, the words a sharp, harsh cry.
"Then listen. There will be people coming here this morning. They'd disturb us. After about one o'clock, it will be all clear. Come back then, and I promise you an afternoon you'll never forget. I'm a very horny woman, dear, especially today. You'll do more than just see and feel my corset. Tell me, have you ever fucked a girl?"
"N ... N ... no," he stammered, her words driving him so wild it was like being in a state of shock.
"Have you ever seen tits and asses and cunts?" she went on, seeing the result of her words and not wanting to let him calm down.
"No ... no ... nothing like that."
"It can all be yours today, dear. We're both hungry. We both need the same thing. We're going to have it, as much as we want. You must give me one promise, though."
"What?"
"You must promise not to pull yourself off before you come here. It won't be easy, I know. You'll think of me, you'll think of what's going to happen, and your prick will just beg to be pulled. If you do that, though, you'll spoil a lot of fun for later."
"I promise," he told her. "I'll make sure I'm not alone anywhere. I'll go down to the dock and stay there."
"You're sure you'll come back at one? You won't let me down, Ted? I couldn't stand it if you did that."
"I'll be here, you can bet. Nothing could keep me away," Ted assured her.
For a moment, Janet thought of raising her dress to give his eyes and hands a previous of what was to come, then she decided against it, telling herself the youth was already tense and excited enough, that he had more than enough to think about in just anticipating the fucking they were going to be doing.
"All right, Ted," she said. "You go now and come back at one. Just make sure you keep your dick strong. We're going to do some very thrilling things with it later."
Ted left, knowing that the next four hours would seem to take weeks to go by, but at the end of that painfully long wait, there was the thrill of his lifetime ... a big, beautiful, warm woman in a black corset. It would involve much more than that, but for the time being, just that thought was enough to keep him trembling.
He walked for a long time before he felt sufficiently under control to be with others, then he went down to the dock to watch the fishing.
Janet, too, was fighting for some semblance of control as she hungered for the time to pass. She hurried to the grocery store and did basic shopping, then returned home. The milkman and paper boy came by to the paid, and by noon the last caller had come and gone, and it was time for her to get ready to be fucked.
Going to her bedroom, she stripped naked, then went to the bathroom to run a tub. While she waited for it, she examined her reflection in the full length mirror.
At thirty-six, she wasn't in bad shape she told herself. True, she should lose about fifteen pounds, yet her body was reasonably firm. Her big breasts lacked some of the firmness of youth, but they were still pretty good, she thought as she fondled them.
Her buttocks and thighs were a little bigger than they should be, but there too, her hands found enough firmness, surely more than enough for a youth who had never seen or touched a female body, who was hungering for it all, including his first act of sexual intercourse.
Janet's thoughts brought her to the stage where it was necessary to turn the water off, stand facing the mirror, and do what she had told the boy not to do. She sighed a deep sigh as she rubbed a hand over her vulva, thinking of how he would be doing that in a little while, then a long finger slipped into the slit between the soft lips and made her tremble as it worked in and out. After a bit, the tip of the finger moved to her clitoris and rubbed. It wasn't long before her whole body was jerking as she rocked through a long, strong orgasm.
Getting into the tub, she bathed carefully. As she washed in her crotch, she did it with such care that she postponed the rest of her bathing and returned a finger to her clitoris and worked there until her shiny wet breasts were flying madly, her big behind jerking as she climaxed for the second time.
Before dressing, she powdered her body and the inside of the corset so that she wouldn't bare a body wet with perspiration when the time came. The garment in place, she selected the darkest sheer nylons she had and drew them up her thighs carefully, attached the suspenders, slipped into the mirror to see what the youth was going to see.
When she want to the kitchen to wait for Ted, she carried a sheer black negligee, a Christmas gift from the better days, the days before her husband left her for the freshness and youth of a nineteen-year-old girl.
When she saw the youth hurrying up the back path, she smiled and trembled as she put the negligee on and tied the sash. Through the sheer fabric, her corset and nylons showed teasingly, not quite clearly, just enough, she assured herself, then went in to open the door for the youth she was going to seduce.
As he stepped into the kitchen and Janet closed the door behind him, Ted opened his mouth to say hello, but all that came out was a dry croak and his mouth stayed open wide.
"I dressed especially for you, Ted," she told him and smiled, then turned and walked slowly away from him, went to stand in front of a window which melted the negligee, then she turned, paused there for a few seconds, then walked back to him and took him in her arms.
The kiss they shared produced such fierce excitement in him that it was wilder than he had imagined sexual intercourse would be, as his heart pounded and his hard penis throbbed.
"Your cock feels hard and strong, even through your pants," Janet told him in a warm whisper. "Does that mean you didn't pull yourself?"
"Yes. I mean, yes, I didn't pull myself. I sure wanted to."
"I understand, dear. I fingered my pussy twice and had strong comes each time."
"I sure wish I'd been here to watch," he told her, finding it easier to talk than had been the case earlier.
"Later, dear, after your prick is too tired to fuck me again, I'll finger my pussy for you. When I come, my big tits really fly and my ass keeps jerking, especially if I do it standing up, rather than sitting or laying on the bed."
"When are we going to start doing all these things?" Tom asked, eagerly.
"We've waited so long, Ted, and now we're ready, but let's make it stronger by waiting a while. Let's sit and talk about sexy things and make ourselves hornier."
Ted's eyes followed her as she went to lock the door, then led him into the living room where the drapes had been carefully drawn. Pouring herself a drink, she got a Coke for him, after he declined a beer, then she sat opposite him.
Smiling, she crossed her left leg over her right, the negligee fell open and Tom gasped aloud as he saw the dark, sheer nylon all the way to the excitingly expanded top, and saw how the black suspender pressed against a smooth white thigh.
"I never saw anything so beautiful in my life," he told her and she trembled at his words and the sincerity with which he spoke them.
"Thank you, dear. This is only the beginning. I have so much more to show you. Tell me more about yourself, Ted. Tell me how you got interested in corsets in the first place."
It was the first time he'd ever had anyone to whom he could tell his innermost thoughts, his sexual secrets, and the words poured out. As he talked, his eyes feasting on her, Janet opened the negligee a bit wider to show him some more. When she recrossed her legs, slowly, he had a quick glimpse of a shadowy crotch.
She asked him intimate questions and he was delighted to answer each, then she told him of her own sexual hungers, her desires, the fantasies she employed to make masturbation more enjoyable. The conversation added to his excitement so that he kept trembling violently as she shared her thrilling secrets and described the different positions she employed for masturbation, told of how she had once tried using a long candle to simulate a penis, but how mostly, she preferred to use her finger.
"But today, darling," she went on, her tone hot with passion, "I'll have your lovely, hard cock to fuck me. Oh what a beautiful, sexy time we're going to have, darling. Come, let's go to my bedroom now. We've waited long enough."
Ted followed her, his eyes feasting on her, then they were in her bedroom and that itself provided a thrill. It had the look and the perfume of a woman's room, a room where she stripped naked, where she lay on the bed and fingered herself, he thought as his throbbing penis threatened to tear his pants or its roots.
"Take your clothes off, dear," Janet told him. "Then you'll be ready for everything. Besides, it's been so long since I've seen a naked man. Show your woman everything you have, darling."
Although shyness had always been a terrible problem for Ted, there was none at all as he took his shirt off and she sighed at the sight of his chest, then he opened his pants and pushed them down. After he had taken them and his shoes off, he opened his shorts and pushed them down, the woman giving a gasp of delight at the sight of his stiff organ.
"Oh, darling, you've got a man's cock," she told him, "and your balls are so big, they look so full of cream. Oh, how beautifully you're going to push that dick into my hot cunt and fuck me. You'll shoot my belly full of your lovely cream. Come, dear, I want another kiss."
Getting off the bed as he kicked his shorts away, Janet opened her arms and he moved into them. Thanks to the fact that she was a tall woman, Janet was able to tuck his penis under the corset and between her silken thighs and she felt it throbbing there as their wet mouths clung and rubbed together and she taught him how to use his tongue in a kiss. She hoped he wouldn't fire his charge between her thighs, but told herself that if he did, she would inspire another erection before very long.
When she released the boy, she told him to move back, then her fingers were working on the sash of the negligee. Acting on an impulse, she turned her back to him, paused, then pushed the filmy garment down her arms and it seemed to float slowly the floor. Tom cried out at the sight of the woman and Janet trembled, understanding how he had to feel in that moment.
Ted tried to focus on everything at once, then began a more detailed tour which began with her shapely legs. His gaze moved up over her knee backs, up the nylon sheathed thighs, then to the bare skin. There was more bare skin than he had expected as he saw the lower slopes of big white buttocks and realized that she wasn't wearing panties under the garment.
His tour continued over and around the generous swell where her massive buttocks stretched the fabric of the corselette, then he looked all the way up to her shoulders and back down again.
She asked if he was ready to see the front view, and when he told her he was, she turned smiling, and he emitted another little groan as he saw cleavage, white and exciting between the big bulges where her breasts more than filled the cups, then his eyes moved down over the shimmering black garment until they focused on curly, shiny black pubic hair just below the corset.
"You may come and feel me up now, if you want to," the woman told him and Tom almost fell as he hurried to her and sent both trembling hands into action. For a long time, he fondled her ankles to shoulders, sometimes standing, sometimes crouching or kneeling, then he was on his knees again, his arms wrapped hotly around her, squeezing as he pressed his face between her thighs, his nose pushing under the exciting garment as he inhaled a faint, unfamiliar but very exciting perfume, the odor of woman crotch, clean and a little musky. As Ted kept his face pressed there, his hands went below the back of the corselette, he felt the portions of exposed cheeks, then pushed the tips of his fingers under the corset to feel a little more of her silken skin. He was surprised to find her buttocks relatively cool when there was such heat in her crotch.
"Ooh, it was lovely having your face there, darling," Janet told him when he moved it to look up at her. "Was it nice and warm between my thighs?"
"Oh yes, but how come your ass is so cool?" he asked.
"That's because my pussy is a furnace and keeps my crotch warm. Because my ass is so big, the skin of the cheeks is far away from the furnace and it gets cold," she told him and they both laughed. "Later, when I'm bare naked," she went on, "you could put your face in my crotch and sniff some more if you like. I've never had a boy sniff my cunt before. It was very exciting."
"It was for me too," he told her and then Janet suggested they should get on the bed to kiss and play for a while. As they did so, Janet caught his stiff, strong organ in a gentle hand, fondled it, then bent to kiss it. Not content with just kissing it, she put the head into her mouth and sucked it for a few seconds.
"Did you like that?" she asked as she released his organ and licked her lips.
"Oh yes, it was great, right in your mouth like that. Tell me, do people really suck dicks?"
"Sure, lots of people do, dear. They suck dicks and cunts too. When you suck a cunt, you get your tongue in it and lick. That's why it's called cunt lapping. The woman has a little bud right at the top of her cunt. It's called a clitoris, when it gets enough licking or rubbing with a finger or a cock, she has her come. It's like when you shoot, only she doesn't shoot, instead, wonderful things happen inside her pussy and the feeling spreads all over her body."
With Janet urging the boy on, he fondled her thighs and corset clad body, probed as far as he could down the cleavage of the bra top, then she whispered that if he wanted her to, she would take the top of the garment down and give him her breasts to see and to play with.
He watched her hands working behind her back, she took the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, then she pulled the big top down and her breasts jutted for him in exciting nudity.
As he stared at them, his eyes filled with water and he had to wipe them in order to see properly. He felt as though he were going to cry, something he couldn't understand, considering his happiness, his wild excitement. His hands went to the beg breasts, gently, then he was rubbing all over the warm, silken skin. Despite the fact that they were farther from her furnace than were her buttocks, he observed, they were excitingly warm. She showed him how to use a thumb and finger to make her nipples harden and grow, and that added to Tom's delight.
"I'm going to show you something else you'll enjoy, dear," Janet told him as she caught one breast from below and squeezed it. "Open your mouth as wide as you can and I'll fill it with tit for you to suck. There ... that's it ... here it comes, darling ... a nice big, warm tit to suck," she said and filled his mouth with satiny breast.
As Ted sucked, she rubbed the back of his neck and head, noticing how wet his hair had become, delighting in the feel of having her breast sucked.
She enjoyed it so much that when she took it away from him, Janet turned and fed him the other which he accepted eagerly.
"You did a beautiful job with my tits, darling," she told him as he finished sucking the second one and together they looked at her breasts, shining with the moisture of his mouth, the nipples excitingly long and hard. "Would you like me to take my corselette right off so you can see all the rest of me?"
"Oh yes, but later, after we've done everything, I'd sure like you to put it on again."
"Of course, dear. I'm glad you're such a corselette fan. After we've fucked, I'll put it on again and I think it will help you get your dick hard again, faster than if I stayed bare naked. Do you want me to get up, or just wriggle out of it on the bed?"
"Oh please get up. Maybe it would be best if you turned your back to me to take it down. I'm so anxious to see your ass. It looks so nice and big."
"All right, dear. My ass really is quite big and smooth and white. I'll take my corselette down slowly and bare my big butt just a little at a time so you can see my cheeks and my ,crack as I uncover them."
Janet got off the bed, her breasts swaying, then he sat on the edge of it, his feet on the floor. As Janet moved a little away from him he saw her reflection in a mirror and was excited that he would be able to watch the frontal as well as the rear view.
Turning her head to bathe him with a warm smile, she began tugging the garment down. As she wrestled with it, he stared at the reflection of her swaying breasts, then he saw the top of the valley between the white cheeks and he forgot all about the mirror. She kept her promise and worked the garment down with deliberate slowness, and his heart pounded, his penis throbbed as she unveiled her wide white behind with the deep looking crack between the plump cheeks. As the black garment kept moving down to bare the exciting white, Tom felt a compelling urge to pull the big cheeks apart so that he could stare between them. He had a hunch he would be allowed to do that, later, and hoped his hunch proved correct.
"Oh Janet," he gasped, "your ass is so big and beautiful. It's so white and smooth and your crack is beautiful too."
"Thank you, darling," she told him turning to flash him another thrilling smile, wriggling her big white behind and patting a cheek lightly with a hand which added to the boy's wild arousal. "Do you like the way I wriggle my butt for you, dear?"
"Oh yes, Janet, I like it ... I love it ... I love everything about you. Are you really going to let me play with your bare ass?"
"Of course I am, dear, and I'm going to enjoy it at least as much as you will. As soon as I take this I'll lie on my tummy and you can help yourself."
She sat on the bed beside him and stripped her corselette and nylons down her legs, then they were gone and she was gloriously, thrillingly naked. She gave a little squeal of delight as she stood, turned to show him the wide triangle of shiny black foliage at the base of her generously rounded tummy, then she got onto the bed and sighed warmly as she lay on her tummy, turning her face so that she could look into the mirror to watch his reflection as he set out to enjoy an orgy with her big behind.
Both hands went to the satiny smooth cheeks and he emitted a little crying sound as he began feeling them, rubbing and squeezing in obvious ecstasy.
"Please, Janet," he asked then, "may I open your crack and look right in it?"
"You sweet darling, you may open my crack and do anything you like. I bathed carefully and my hole is nice and clean, like the rest of my crack. Go ahead, dear, enjoy yourself as I'm doing."
The tips of his fingers hurried into the deep, excitingly warm valley, then he pulled the big rounds well apart and cried out again at the sight of her pink puckered anus which looked so small in the center of what was so beautifully big.
Acting on an impulse which had been born during the years of dreaming with catalogue pictures, he pressed his face into the warmth of her crack and then it was Janet's turn to cry out as she felt his warm, moist breath where she had never felt breath before. He pressed down so firmly that the woman could tell he was wishing he could bury his face totally between her buttocks and she joined him in that wish. After a little while, he began licking up and down the valley and went on doing so until saliva was running down and into her crotch, making it excitingly wet for her.
Moving his face then, he licked all over the white rounds, from time to time, taking firm flesh into his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth in playful biting which she told him she loved, so he went on doing it as she rubbed her mons yeneris on the sheet.
"Are you ready to see my cunt now?" Janet asked and he told her eagerly that he was.
He raised his face from her behind, then she turned over, her legs opened, her knees bent up and then he was staring hotly into the first female crotch he had ever seen. His hands followed his eyes as he panted, his mouth and throat dry, then the tips of his fingers were exploring her soft, very warm organ.
"Oh Janet," he panted, "it's so pretty. It's like a pretty mouth in your crotch, with lips and everything."
"Is it, dear? Would you like to kiss my pretty pink crotch mouth like you kiss my other mouth?"
"Oh yes, Janet," he replied and had barely finished saying the words when she felt his mouth on her vulva and she groaned and her behind jerked up off the sheet.
But it was only a very brief kiss and then he was sucking, instinct telling him what to do. After he'd sucked for a while, he recalled what she had said earlier about using the tongue in cunnilingus and he hurried his into her organ, drawing a loud cry from her.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, raising his face from her crotch, a look of concern on it.
"Only when you took your face out of my crotch*" she told him with a smile. "If you do a good job of sucking and licking my cunt, you'll hear a lot of cries and howls, but it won't mean I'm in paid, just the opposite."
"Then here I go again, Janet," he said and licked his lips. "Your cunt feels and tastes so good."
He returned his mouth to her vulva and then he was sucking and lapping again, hearing her cries and sighs as though from a great distance as his hands rubbed over all the silken skin they could find, then Janet was crying one shrill cry after another and jerking so madly that he lost contact with her organ, she rolled over and he saw her rubbing hotly on the bed, her big behind in exciting motion, the cheeks clenched, then she sighed, her muscles relaxed and her buttocks returned to their lovely round shape.
"Oh darling," she panted as she rolled onto her back again, her body shining with sweat, "that was the greatest, most beautiful thing anyone ever did to me."
"Do you mean it?" he asked, his eyes shining with delight.
"I more than mean it, darling. You showed me the real heaven. Come now, while my pussy is still tingly from that heavenly come, stick that hark cock in me and take your fuck. This will be a short one, but the next time you fuck me, it will last a long time."
Trembling, he moved into her wide open crotch and with some difficulty, worked his penis into the soft warmth of her juicy organ. With hurried strokes, he buried it all the way and her arms held him tightly as she sighed and panted with ecstasy.
"Your cock is big, darling, as big as a full grown man's, and it's so hard and strong. Fuck me, darling," she urged, out of her mind with arousal, "fuck me hard and shoot your cream to me. Oh yes ... yes ... that's the way to fuck, you angel, you're a natural fucker, a natural cunt tapper, a natural everything. Oh, what a sweet, lovely, heavenly fucking you're giving me, you angel. Fuck me, darling, fuck hard ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... oh Jesus ... ooooohhhhhhhhhh."
And then his groaning was louder than hers as his charge exploded so strongly that it was as though he had never ejaculated before. He ground in her crotch as he tried to get not just his penis, but all of him into the hot, wet depths of her vagina, then he lay tiredly on her warm body, breathing deeply, too tired to move or to talk.
After he had rested on her for a long time, Janet whispered that she had to urinate. With her permission, he followed her to the bathroom, squatted beside the toilet and she delighted him by raising the seat, squatting above the toilet and he stared, fighting for focus as the stream broke from under her and hissed noisily into the water.
He paid the same rapt attention as she carefully washed and rinsed her crotch, then she lovingly washed and rinsed his soft penis, giving it a loving kiss when she finished. He followed her to the bedroom and watched as she put on the corselette again, fitted her big breasts into the cups, then she sat on the bed and carefully pulled her nylons up, thrilling him as he watched her fitting the suspenders to the dark, shimmering, expanded tops. When she finished, she slipped her high heeled shoes on again and once mo e, Ted found himself strangely wanting to cry. When he told her so, she explained how happiness can reach such a peak that tears are a perfectly natural reaction.
Later that afternoon, they returned to the bedroom, his penis strongly erect and they played for more than an hour, repeating the exciting games they had played earlier, before he fitted his penis into her again. This time, she showed him a different way of doing it as she knelt on all fours and he slipped it to her from behind, delighting in the thrill of riding her big, white behind, thrilling to the sounds of his tummy lightly spanking the big cheeks.
Ted didn't want to leave and that was a feeling she shared to, hiding the excitement she felt, she phoned his mother and told the woman that, with her permission, Ted was invited to spend the weekend with his friend Bob. Permission was granted, and after they had enjoyed a long, warmly exciting evening, Ted went to bed with his woman and played the husband role, playing it all the way, with his penis strong again, so strong that she climaxed during intercourse, something which hadn't happened often with her husband.
After that weekend, Ted and his woman had little chance to renew their sexual relationship until Bob went away to college, then they renewed it on a grand scale. By taking a circuitous route, Ted was able to enter the house through the back door without being seen, and he made the trip very often. Each time, the entire session centered around a black corselette which stayed in place for a long time.
While he fell more and more in love with the woman, he fell more and more in love with the corset which had become an integral part of her in his mind. Often, he would have her keep it on all through the piece. He would take the top down to fondle and suck her breasts, then she would replace the garment. After that, Ted would unhook her suspenders from her nylons, roll the garment up over her hips and he would pay tribute to her behind and crotch with his hands and mouth, then have intercourse.
When he graduated from high school, Ted wanted to take a job and remain in town as Janet's lover, but she wouldn't permit it. He had his future to think of, she pointed out and he was going to go to college. She made it clear that if he didn't, their affair was finished.
The college he attended was too far away to permit Ted to get home often, but each time he did, he and Janet renewed their relationship, the corset still a vital object of his adoration, then he found out just how vital it had become.
His affair with Janet had given him more self confidence than he had ever known and soon, he began dating. It wasn't long before a girl he dated indicated to him that they could go all the way. He had aroused her highly and had done the same to himself.
As she took her dress off while he undressed, he saw that she wore a pale blue bra and matching panties. Since she was not wearing nylons, she wore no garter belt. With a suddenness which shocked them both, his penis fell limp.
She tried to rearouse him, then became angry when she saw that it wasn't working. Knowing he had hurt the girl, he told of his experience with the older woman and how her black corselette had so delighted him.
"Christ, you got some kind of a lingerie fetish," she said, then put her dress on again and told him to take her home. She wouldn't allow him to kiss her good-night and would never talk to him again.
Convinced that it was just a fluke, he dated other girls, but each time, it was the same. In time, he reached the stage where he couldn't stand the embarrassment of that kind of failure, so he stopped dating and turned back to masturbation, his fantasies filled with visions of Janet in her corselette.
Ted quickly returned to his old withdrawn personality and his studied showed it, his marks fell off to the point where he was called into a consultation and warned that if he did not begin doing better, he would be dropped from the school. He determined to try, but it wasn't easy.
It was in that frame of mind that he got the letter from Janet which told that her son had died as a result of an overdose of drugs. She told him she was going to the city where he died to make funeral arrangements, and then would return to her home to decide what to do.
But if she didn't know what she wanted to do, Ted did. Saving the school the trouble of dropping him, he dropped out on the day Janet was due back home. He slipped into town under the cover of darkness and, checking his suitcase in the bus depot, went to her home.
Despite the death of her son, she beamed with delight when she saw Ted in the doorway and invited him in. While Janet told him what she had learned of her late son, he understood why she had been able to take his death as calmly as she had. She had known he was on drugs, had been told he was totally hooked and was pushing to get the money to feed his own habit.
"His life would have been hell anyway," she said, sadness in her tone. "At least, this way he's out of it."
They changed the subject then and he explained what had happened to him. He told of his first and subsequent failure with girls his own age, and Janet pointed out that it was her fault for having inculcated the love of black corset in him.
Ted rejected that, telling her that he had been hooked on that particular garment before he had met her, and that it was the corset he had seen in the kitchen that had brought them together in the first place.
His plan was that she should sell her house and they would go to some new city to live. There, he could pose as her son, they could both work or, if she wished, she could stay at home and he would support her.
She rejected the idea, but her resolve weakened as she realized what his sexual predicament was and that he had already blown college anyway. Before long, she gave in and after that, she was as enthusiastic as he as they talked in the kitchen while she prepared a snack for them, then they ate, chatted some more, then went into the bedroom where it had all begun.
Smiling, she took her dress off to show him a new black corset, one which he loved as much as the old one as he reached for her. They played the familiar games and he functioned beautifully, making love to her three times before they called it a night.
Ted hid out in Janet's house by day, went out for fresh air only at night, when they walked together in the protective dark, and they made love as often as he could get an erection. His erection rate was very good, so that neither of them went sexually hungry.
In time, they moved to another city and began their new life in the mother-son role, for the rest of the world, husband-wife role for themselves, the black corset always the center of their world.
Ted's life is full and rich again. He has done well in his career and continues to do so. He is confident that if he tried what other men consider to be natural sex, he would meet the same failure again, but that no longer concerns him. With Janet and her corset, her body and her love, he has everything he wants from life and he appears to be a strong, intelligent, vital and very confident young man.
He and Janet have discussed the fact that she is so much older than he and that one day, by way of the natural process of life and of death, he may find himself alone. Ted sincerely hopes that won't happen, but if it does, he knows there will be other women and other black corselettes and is confident that even though there may never be another woman who could ever mean as much to him as his Janet, he knows he could survive.
Going back to the beginning, one sees how it all began with repression of sexual knowledge, pictures in a catalogue, then a chance sight of a corselette in a kitchen. One might even note that a broken suspender made it all possible since, if Janet hadn't had the corset in the kitchen to repair the suspender, he wouldn't have seen it.
How Ted's life would have developed then is merely conjecture, but he can't imagine any circumstances under which it could be as good, as thrilling or as rich as it is.