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An absolutely unique first in her life! Yielding up her virginity was something she had long since given up hope of doing - yet in the event - ten minutes ago! - it had been so easy as to be unremarkable.
She lay face-down in a lust-drenched stupor, spread-eagled, her pelvis atop a large big pillow. Looking sideways at the big wall mirror she watched him kneeling between her thighs, a look of utter fascination, bordering on adoration, on his face as he stared down into her private regions. Why didn't it embarrass her, this being so open and wantonly displayed?
He was watching, and she was feeling, his oily fingers penetrate her in a slow, ecstatic rhythm. Her personal satyr? His cock was still solidly erect, glistening with her secretions and the oil: in the last few minutes it had been far up inside both her pussy and ass, so deeply into her bottom that she had actually been aware of a second sphincter being massaged, loosened, opened, penetrated.
Now, amidst the glorious sensations of having surrendered so completely and having been invaded so nicely, she was muzzily contemplating what she might eventually do to that cock with her mouth.
But the hands occupied most of her attention just now. She was incredibly wide-open, totally vulnerable, but felt perfectly safe, infinitely comfortable, as three fingers of his right hand slid repeatedly all the way into her bottom, turned inside her rectum, stroked the backside of her womb, pressed lovingly on her G-spot. Simultaneously, his left hand did the same with her pussy, his thumb all the way inside to waggle her cervix, fingers cupping her clit, rolling it and her dark, long inner lips in the oil. She was impossibly full, but felt an urgent need for more, more, MORE. Overload seemed unreachable - more was good!
She was astounded at herself, and, when she could generate a coherent thought, inordinately pleased. Forty-three years old, chair of the university's art-history department, Swiss national and world citizen. But until an hour ago (MyGod, so much happening, changing, in just one hour!) no man had ever laid so much as a finger on her body sexually - or sensually - least of all between her legs. No man had ever expressed any interest, at least none that she'd either recognized or picked up on.
She was honest enough to admit to herself that she was mostly responsible - she and her cloistered, repressed upbringing that rendered her afraid of the entire outer world, men most especially. She was a perfect scaredy-cat: the Americanism fit her well. Except in her intellectual specialty, where she was a tigress.
This present situation was perhaps the strangest thing ever to happen in her life - and the most profoundly exciting, too - this man kneeling between her legs, staring into her crotch with delight, this man who was changing her universe so profoundly and with such unexpected cooperation from herself. And this man had only made his first, veiled suggestion of interest twenty minutes before they had found themselves naked together, here in her apartment! Astonishing, indeed, the speed with which all this happened!
She reminisced as the hands continued doing their wonderful intimate things to her. He worked her body so quickly, so sensitively, so intensely that she had no chance whatever to back down, go reticent, or even consider saying 'no', 'slow', or 'stop'. Even mere reluctance was not an option with him, and "NO!" was utterly unthinkable. Just what she needed, perhaps - a lack of choice? No, not that! She had known throughout that he would instantly honor any serious "NO!" or "STOP!" The idea of "ENOUGH!", however, was definitely debatable!
God but she felt wonderful - sex must be a drug, it was certainly mind-expanding stuff. He had begun by giving her two monstrous, wrenching orgasms with his mouth. Then, before she even recovered her breath, he'd found supplies in her bathroom, amidst the mess of packing for her return to Europe - baby-oil, razor, foam, even her little battery-powered vibrator, a most private possession indeed: nobody in the entire world knew of it, yet he seemed strangely pleased that she had one.
By the time her breathing was under control, he had her crotch half-shaved, enroute to matching his own smoothness. When he finished, a re-application of his mouth to the newly clear-cut areas had shown in two seconds flat why she was going to be an addict to pubic nudity henceforth. And his instant love-affair with her long, protruding inner lips, lips she'd always thought somewhat deformed, left her amazed and hugely happy. Then, clean-shaven and not allowed the tiniest bit of embarrassment or hesitation, there came a whole string of mini-climaxes as she learned - oh, so quickly! - to straddle him for their combined pleasure.
He was insatiable for deep contact, and she didn't argue. Between cock and tongue games, lavish applications of oil let him explore her bottom and pussy with multiple fingers, thoroughly, deeply, causing her nothing but pleasure. Then he'd invaded her bottom with that incredibly hard cock, accurately reading her permission and readiness from body language even though she didn't really know consciously what was being proposed.
He had entered her bottom like a hot, cylindrical glacier, slowly, and utterly irresistible - but there'd been in her body no trace of resistance, just willing enthusiasm overlain with eagerly-to-be-discarded ignorance. With his arms and legs wrapped tightly around her, they had -together, as co-conspirators- used her butt to their combined pleasure: half-way to his own first orgasm he'd put the vibrator into her hand, placed it alongside her clit, turned it on. She didn't even consider refusing: embarrassment and hesitation no longer existed.
He spasmed around and inside her as if in the throes of some monstrous earthquake, a sexual grand-mal seizure. She was certain she could feel not just his cock-spasms but the actual spurts of hot, thick semen far up inside her bottom. What a hopeless place for sperm! Then, as his powerful shaking subsided, she'd echoed it and come again herself, violently and prolonged.
Afterwards, they lay there cuddling deliciously for a few minutes, her brain incapable of thought through its rosy internal glow, until he put her up on the pillow this way. Was he actually insatiable? And for HER? - such a nice compliment! So improbable, so unexpected.
