This story follows on directly form Ch2
There were occasional Sundays when I would see Yvonne at the club and even a few when she suggested a coffee afterwards. As a boy recently relieved of the burden of virginity, I always agreed and was never disappointed as the coffee was seldom made and the bedroom frequently visited.
I am not sure what she saw in me, but I was hardly going to ask. I had not yet become an accomplished lover, but I was learning not to ejaculate on first penetration, in spite of the overwhelming desire to do so.
Our conversations had become very frank, very frank indeed, and she even hinted that I might consider masturbating on Sunday morning to slow things down a bit. A copy of Men Only was suggested as stimulating material and she even gave me a one.
The contents of the magazine was raunchy to say the least. The pin ups were gorgeous, but the sexy articles at the back were the best. I never managed to get to the end of the third one before filling my duty and my hanky.
Also the technique of continuing thrusting after my orgasm usually maintained my erection, and if it didn't she had other tricks up her sleeve as I discovered one Sunday night.
10 September 1967
No coffee, straight upstairs. We hadn't met up for a few weeks and I was somewhat over eager. Much kissing and fumbling as I revelled in undressing her, releasing those magnificent tits from their cotton prison, feeling their weight, and relishing the way the nipples stiffened when I sucked them or blew hot air over them.
She toyed with my cock, as I searched for her pleasure button that she had so carefully taught me how to find. We snogged and petted for a long while prolonging the fun, until a small droplet appeared at the eye of my cock.
I hadn't noticed this phenomenon before, but Yvonne knew exactly what to do with it. She pulled my foreskin back and delicately rubbed the clear fluid all over the sensitive tip. Exquisite!
The upshot of all this stimulation was that when she lay back, spread her knees and silently mouthed the words.
"Fuck me!"
I placed the glistening tip of my cock at her entrance and as slowly as I could manage, sank the full length into her. I started with the time honoured motion, but unfortunately I was so worked up that I came almost immediately. I knew what to do, or thought I did, so I kept on with the thrusting, but to no avail. This time it was like pushing rope: nothing! It just went soft, one useless soft cock.
It was at this point that Yvonne decided to broaden my horizons. She pushed me onto my back and started sucking my nipples. I sensed her warmth and slickness as she slid her pussy down my leg and nibbled my navel. This was very pleasant but not erotic enough to stir me into life, but she kept going lower and lower.
Taking my limp cock in one hand, she drew it into her mouth gently with suction only. I had never even heard of oral sex let alone experienced it. The sensations were as erotic as they were new. If a pussy was bliss then this was paradise, what she could do with her mouth could never be done with her cunt. She sucked and licked me back to life.
"There, that's better," she said holding a passable erection, "you like that don't you?"
There was no need for a reply.
"Shall I go on.......
"Go on sucking.....
"Sucking your cock."
