Kelly the cocksucker and our intermixed love juices

I met Kelly, in of all places, an overgrown churchyard. I had been roped into helping out with a ground- clearance scheme, to get this neglected churchyard back into some sort of reasonable condition. There were quite a number of helpers, including several whom I knew.

I noticed this girl in her twenties, attractive, slim but by no means skinny, about 5′ 2″, with dark curly hair just short of shoulder-length. The sort of girl I would definitely look twice at. I think she stood out because she seemed to laugh a lot and was clearly enjoying herself. Almost involuntarily, I seemed to gravitate towards her, until I found myself working alongside. I wasn’t the only one, however; my good fried Niall seemingly had the same idea, and the three of us worked side by side.

She had sparkling, dark-green eyes and a mischievous smile, and as she realised that she had two male co-workers, one on each side, she began to flirt, keeping her options open as to which would receive the bigger come-on. This was in spite of both of us being fifteen or twenty years older. I still don’t know who “won” the contest.

When the afternoon drew to a close, most of us retired to a local pub, including Kelly and Niall. We chatted and she flirted and eventually I discovered that she was new to the area and had rented a room from Jean, a friend of mine. It was Jean that who had persuaded me to join in with the ground clearance. Jean only lived about half a mile away and so naturally I explained to Kelly where I lived, and with a twinkle in her eye she promised she would drop in on me sometime. I wondered if it was an idle promise.

A few days later I met Jean at the pub and in the course of conversation, I mentioned to her that I was quite taken with Kelly. Jean looked at me in a rather surprised manner and said, “You know that she’s gay, don’t you?”

I was stunned. “But she flirted outrageously with both me and Niall,” I replied.

“Well,” she said, “I can tell you that she is having a relationship with my other girl lodger, Bee. I know, because I caught them both at it.” I was really taken aback as well as being disappointed, and I thought that would be the end of it. In fact, that was only the beginning.

One evening a few days later, there was a ring at the door and there was Kelly. “You’re not busy, are you?” she asked.

“No, come on in,” I replied. I think my enthusiasm may have been somewhat muted, as by this time I had been made aware that she was gay. She was sort of off-limits, now that I knew her sexual inclinations.

“Coffee? Or something stronger?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t mind some gin if you’ve got some,” she answered. I made the drinks, passed one to her and sat on the sofa opposite. I forget the words of the conversation, but it quickly became flirtatious again and I felt myself succumbing to her coquettish approach. My perplexity grew, as I could only interpret her manner as a come-on.

Eventually she said she had to go, and taking my courage in my hand, I asked if she would like to go out for a drink sometime.

She responded warmly and said, “Just give me a ring at Jean’s when you’re free.” I promised I would, and a few days later we went out for a drink. When we got back to where she lived, she pressed herself close and we kissed. Deeply, a complete tongues down the throat job.

Compared to the way she had been behaving towards me, I found it very difficult to reconcile what I had been told about her, which coming from Jean was on very good authority. A few days passed and late one evening she again called round. It was obvious that she had already had a couple of drinks. I gave her another, and we chatted. Then we talked some more, and eventually she told me that she was bi. She liked men, but she also liked women. She couldn’t really understand why she was drawn to both sexes, she hated to think of herself as being lesbian, but she did like girls, and adding that she was no virgin, enjoyed men, too.

After that I saw a good deal of her, and we would frequently talk late into the night, often about her sexuality and her inward struggle with what she was or was not. I tried to convince her that she didn’t need to give herself a label, she could be and do what she wanted; she didn’t have to compartmentalise herself. If one day she liked men, and the next women, she shouldn’t worry about it. These discussions were always serious and sometimes she would even cry. We became close friends and I knew she trusted me and what I was trying to tell her. From time to time we would affectionately kiss and cuddle, but not much more.

She was by no means usually introspective, and especially when other people were around, she would continue being flirtatious. In fact, on occasions her flirting would progress from the verbal to the physical. For instance, there might be several friends at my place after the pub had closed, and I would go into the kitchen to make coffee. She would then come out, ostensibly to help me, but more often than not she would stand next to me, with kitchen door open and our backs clearly visible to any one in the sitting room. She would then run her hand up my thigh or on my crotch, and all the while she would just treat me to that mischievous smile of hers. Through clenched teeth I would hiss, “Kelly! Stop it”, and do my best to remove her hand. I just wished that she would do it when no one was around, but she never did. Over time, we did become a little more intimate, up to the point of my feeling her breasts through her clothes, but although we didn’t progress beyond that stage, I always thought that it might be an eventual possibility.

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I had other gay friends, but I had never discussed their sexuality in anything like such a profound and personal way. I could tell you that I was totally dispassionate about the whole business, but that would not be entirely true. I was sincere and very much wanted to help her discover herself, but I was more than fascinated, I was definitely turned on by the thought of her with another girl, especially as it was someone whom I knew vaguely, and who was also very attractive. My mind would go into overdrive when I thought about them together and making love. Ever since that time I have found the thought of two women making out to be a huge turn-on. It’s a strange thing, so many men finding the thought of two women together highly erotic, but generally not two men together.

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One evening I got a phone call from her. She was a freelance private nurse and was working nights looking after an old, bedridden man. She suggested that I might like to go and keep her company for a couple of hours, as her duties were very boring since her patient was asleep most of the time. The house was not far away, and I duly went round. She was sitting on the settee in the living room, and she patted the seat next to her and bade me sit down.

She started the familiar flirting and we began kissing. Her nurse’s uniform was a dress that buttoned up at the front; it didn’t take long before she and I were tonguing each other, and this time I soon had my hand inside her dress, feeling her breasts. They were not particularly large, but enough to get my hand round and to send the blood racing to my crotch. Things seemed to be different on this occasion, for she placed her hand on my thigh and started to slide it up the inside of my leg. Emboldened by her initiative, I put my hand on her knee and under her skirt, and slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. To my delight I found that she was wearing stockings, so my hand soon arrived at the cool, soft flesh above her stocking tops.

The first time a new girl friend touches your cock, even through your trousers, is always something special. It carries with it a massive, high-voltage charge. Soon she was squeezing my prick and balls through my trousers, and offering no resistance to my upward-moving hand. I was having difficulty concentrating on what I was doing. My senses were being dominated by her rubbing and gently kneading my genitals. Somehow, my fingertips continued their upward path between her parted thighs, until finally they reached the edge of her panties. I ran my fingers around the elasticated sides and then onto the centre of the gusset. I could feel how moist it was, and as it was like that on the outside, I knew that it was likely be sopping wet on the inside.

My fingers pulled aside the elastic and headed for the Promised Land. I could feel that the lips were swollen and, as I suspected, they were very wet. They continued their journey until they reached the desired objective. My fingers were well lubricated with her juices, and first one, then another sank deeply into her. They explored her love tunnel, and I started to pump them slowly in and out. My thumb started to work its way up to the front of the valley, and it soon found the little nub it was searching for. Carefully, and with lots of juice to smooth its actions, I began to circle it gently.

I was conscious that my cock was very hard and that Kelly, through the material of my trousers, was using her fingernail to scratch its head, sending electric sensations pulsating though my body. As I continued pumping my fingers inside her I very soon heard her catch her breath and I became aware that her chest was beginning to heave. In next to no time she suddenly went rigid, clamped her thighs around my fingers, let out a muffled cry and shuddered to a climax. I was amazed at how quickly she had arrived at her orgasm, by far the quickest I had ever experienced.

As soon as she had recovered, she went back to the exquisite scratching the underside of my prick. She seemed to know exactly the best spot to produce the greatest sensations. The act of her coming had moved me towards my own climax and a second or two later I had come into my pants and lay back panting. Wow, what a fantastic feeling. We kissed and in a very matter of fact way she asked, ” Did you like that?”

“Oh, it was incredible,” I replied. “You didn’t seem to dislike it either,” I added rather disingenuously.

“I did,” she answered in a rather matter of a fact way, “who knows, maybe we can do it again sometime!”

Eventually she made me go home; I had great difficulty getting to sleep, constantly playing with my cock and reliving the evening just gone.

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The next morning being a Saturday, I didn’t have to get up early and was not very amused when the phone rang a little before 8.00 a.m. My annoyance however, was somewhat tempered when I realised it was Kelly. She was her usual direct self. “Get the coffee on, my relief will be arriving here shortly to take over, and I’ll be round in fifteen minutes.”

I jumped out of bed, hastily tidying the worst of my bachelor clutter. I put on the coffee and rushed into the bathroom to have a quick shower. I had just about dried myself when the doorbell rang, so slipping on a dressing gown I opened the door and there she was, bright and breezy as usual.

“God,” she said, “I feel hot and sticky, you wouldn’t mind if I had a quick shower – you can lend me towel, can’t you?” I nodded, gave her the towel she asked for, and she disappeared into the bathroom. I straightened the bedroom and attended to the coffee, and was still in my dressing gown when she reappeared. She was still wet, with the towel wrapped around her in a most provocative manner. Why is it that a girl dressed only in a towel is so erotic?

She looked me up and down, “You haven’t got dressed then?” she queried.

“I was getting the coffee ready,” I responded. I poured the coffee, and we sat together on the sofa. She still only had on the towel, and the thought occurred to me that had she been sitting opposite me, I would have been able to see all the way under it. As it was, I had to content myself with the delectable view of a large expanse of thigh. Not something that I found exactly objectionable! I then became aware that she was looking at my thigh, which had become revealed as my dressing gown draped open slightly.

“What have you got on underneath?” she wanted to know. Not waiting for a reply, and before I had any chance of reacting, her hand had slipped under my dressing gown and pulled it aside exposing my semi-erect cock. “Well that looks as though it could be got ready for action,” she announced. I glanced down and I could see it growing by the second. This reaction was not lost on Kelly either. What I knew was that I wanted her. I had had enough of her teasing and the night before had only served to increase my desire.

Pulling her to me, I closed my mouth over hers in a long and violent kiss. My hand slipped round her back and gently pulled the towel from her. I eased myself slightly away from her so I could see her now exposed body. Yes, her breasts weren’t especially big, but they did have good-sized brown aureolas with dark, chocolate-coloured nipples, which seemed to be already hardening slightly.

With my dressing gown gaping open, I grasped one breast, and, kissing her neck, licked my way down until my mouth reached the other. My tongue swirled around the nipple and I raked it with my teeth until it was as firm as the tip of my little finger. As I tried to take the whole of her breast into my mouth, she seemed to let out a sort of sob. She tasted slightly of having just showered, but that made her taste and smell all the more fresh and desirable.

My fingers squeezed the other nipple, and that too became hard under my touch. I had by now become rock hard, and Kelly’s hand was now wandering up my exposed thigh, finally reaching my cock and sending rivers of thrills flowing through me. My hand intentionally strayed to her upper thigh, and now there was nothing between my fingers and her love nest. I ran my fingers along her crack and I could feel the lubrication increasing as her own excitement heightened. Not needing to be as cautious as the previous evening, I slid three fingers inside her first time. I started slowly pumping, and she was doing the same to me.

I now knew that she wanted it as much as I did. Thinking that this might turn into a full session, I decided that the bed would be more comfortable. I reluctantly removed my fingers and scooping her up in my arms I carried her into the bedroom and then lowered her onto the queen-sized bed. Now I had a much better opportunity to have a good look at her body. I liked what I saw, a lean body with enough flesh to provide a smooth, trim shape from her shoulders, down over her breasts, rib cage, waist, over a slightly rounded stomach to a tangle of dark pubic hair.

She lay there with legs slightly parted, and I knew that what I wanted was to be between them. I wanted to feel her soft thighs on my cheeks, I wanted to taste her love juices, but I had no intention of rushing things. This was going to be a time to savour at leisure, not one to be hurried, and I lay down on the bed beside her.

Her hand rested delicately on her mound, just like in Titian’s ‘Venus’, and placing my hand over hers I steered it between her legs, and with her middle finger under mine, directed it to her pussy. I pressed it rhythmically and made her go through the motions of masturbating herself. She knew full well what I was up to, and smiled audibly. She continued to co-operate for a while before pulling her hand away, and putting her hand over mine reversed our roles. Once she felt me take over from where she had left off, she placed her wet fingers on my lips, inviting me to lick them. I needed no persuading, and I accepted the offer lasciviously. Tasting her love juices only served to heighten my own desire, and sucking each of her fingers in turn, like miniature pricks, was something I found indecently sensuous.

Her hand had found its way back to my cock and turning to look at her I realised that she was watching it as she pulled back the foreskin with each lazy stroke. It was obvious that she was enjoying the visual stimuli as much as I was.

Swivelling at right angles to her, I tongued my way lower, over her breasts, feasting on her dark nipples, down over her ribcage, over her belly, stopping briefly at her navel, until at last I arrived at her mound. I ran my tongue through her pubic hair, and grasping her hips, moved her round so that the lower part of her legs were draped over the edge of the bed. By now I was kneeling on the floor beside her. I positioned myself between her parted legs, each of my arms wrapped round the underside of her raised knees. My lips fluttered soft kisses down on the inside of her thighs, each one higher than the last. As my nose brushed her engorged labia, I raised myself slightly so I could reach her pubic triangle again. This time I took a couple of hairs between my lips and tugged them. By now she was quietly moaning and then I felt her hand on the back of my head, pushing me inexorably down between her legs. Delighting in the feel of those heavenly soft thighs on each side of my face, I began running my tongue up and down the middle of her very wet slit. For the moment I wanted to avoid her love button. My aim was to try to arouse her, to screaming pitch if I could. Judging by the effect I seemed to be having on her, I appeared to be achieving some success. Her moaning increased and she began writhing around.

Disengaging one arm, I slid it up between her legs and sunk my fingers deep inside her, simultaneously using my tongue on the upper part of her labia. I tried to keep away from her clit, but my own impatience and excitement were proving to be too much, and I began circling the little nub. I could feel, rather than hear her breathing rate increase, and I could no longer resist the temptation. I started to brush that love button with the side of my tongue. It only took the minimum of contact to trigger her climax and she began thrashing about and forcing my face between her clamped thighs.

Using my other hand I had been slowly rubbing myself. Her orgasm almost sent me over the top, and I only just managing to control myself by prolonged squeezing the base of my shaft. I had no wish to come just yet as, amongst other things, I was longing to sink my prick deep inside her. I crawled up the bed alongside her and she never hesitated to kiss my face, drenched with her own juices. She seems to want to taste them, though I thought it was hardly likely to be the first time, as presumably she would have done it in one of her Sapphic relationships.

Holding her close, I rolled onto my back with her on top of me. She raised her head slightly and looked lovingly down at me. She was balancing herself by spreading her legs on each side of me. I began thrusting with my hips, my erect prick brushing her pussy. Reaching underneath her and taking hold of my prick, I tried to enter her – it was going to be our first time – but I was finding penetration from this position difficult. If nothing else it was further inflaming her, and realising that I was not going to succeed unaided, she positioned herself with a knee on each side of my hips in the woman-on-top position.

I had contrived to get her in this upright position. The view I had was exactly what I wanted, her straddling me, legs parted, mound protruding, labia just visible and slicked with juices. All this just inches from my face, and immediately below, my prick standing vertically. She was beginning to enjoy the superior position, and she threw me a quick smile as if to say, “I’m in charge now”. She might like to think it, but I had contrived the position so that we could both revel in the visual thrill of looking at each other making out.

Bending her head down, she looked at my vertical erection and said, “I’m going to fuck your brains out.” Taking hold of my prick she positioned herself immediately above and lowered herself so that the bulbous head was just in contact with her pussy lips. She brushed it several times along the length of her slit, before very slowly sinking onto it. I felt the foreskin being peeled back down the shaft as she gradually enveloped my full length. All the while her eyes, like mine, never left the narrowing gap between our two groins.

As this new wave of sensuousness overwhelmed me, I closed my eyes to permit my mind to luxuriate in the sensations in my prick. With one hand I grasped her hip, and with the other I reached up to her breast and nipple. By now she had started thrusting, slowly at first but gaining momentum. I was using my hand on her hip to give advance warning of her rhythm so I could maintain perfect synchronisation. But as she speeded up I could feel my sap rising, and before it reached the point of no return, I again had to apply the squeeze to the base of my cock. In doing this, on each thrust my knuckle came in contact with her slit and I realised that she was grinding it on to her love button. This did not last long as after a few moments I began to hear the now familiar moaning and the quickening breathing, followed by gasping. Then the shriek, her vaginal muscles clamping rigidly around my cock, her body stiffening and her head thrown back as another orgasm overtook her.

Her body gradually relaxed and her body subsided; she leant forward to drop a soft kiss on my lips. Partially returning to her previous position, she began a slow thrusting again, onto my still hard prick. But I had other ideas. Slipping both arms above my head, I narrowed my body and began to slip between her legs, up past my waist, then my chest until I had her in the perfect position with her knees on either side of my head. This was what I had been building up to. Her labia were positioned directly above my mouth. She was looking down at me in the full knowledge and expectation of what I was about to do to her. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the bedhead, so she could both control her movements and see better. Even as she lowered her pussy onto my mouth, I was able to look up at her and see the top half of her body with her breasts dangling. I reached up to caress one of them, to roll the nipple, but of course most of my attention was on the wet pussy closing over my mouth. My tongue began to probe, found the entrance and began thrust in and out, tongue fucking her. By lifting my eyes I could see she was watching my tongue and mouth with rapt attention. It confirmed to me that to her the visual was almost as important as the physical. I continued with my tongue until it ached, her pussy crushed onto my mouth.

As I started to realise that I would not be able to keep it up for much longer, I contrived to push my mouth forward so my tongue could reach her clit. I slid my tongue along the valley and sure enough, there it was, the small but unmistakable nubbin. As before, I gently swirled the tip of my tongue around its hardened end; I began to feel her shudder. I increased the tempo and added to its actions by brushing and flicking across the protruding tip. There was barely time to take in what I was doing when the now inexorable signs began to appear. I worked my tongue harder and harder, increasing the pressure. My reward was swift in coming. Her lower body erupted into convulsions, smashing onto my mouth, then becoming totally rigid, followed by jerk after jerk combined with suppressed cries and shrieks.

Slowly she slid her body down, still partially on top of me, until her face was over mine and she proceeded to kiss all around my mouth still wet from her juices. Separating our two bodies slightly, she reached down to my still fully erect prick and started slowly pumping its neglected shaft.

“Oh Pee J, that was fantastic,” she wheezed, “Do you want to come now?” she asked. I nodded. “Oh Pee J, fuck me again. “Do me from behind, no one’s ever fucked me that way before.” It was my favourite position; I wanted to do it that way anyway, so I was really up for it.

On her hands and knees she positioned herself on the edge of the bed, ankles over the side, legs parted and waiting for me. I took in the swollen, red pussy lips in front of my prick, brushed it up and down the slit a few times and fed it into her expectant honeypot. As I pressed it home, my balls and thighs coming into contact with her cool cheeks, I wondered as she had already come violently several times, whether she would be able to come again so quickly. I knew that I would soon find out, especially as by now I was so pent up that I also knew that I would come very quickly myself. I revelled in the sight of my shaft, glistening with her juices entering and withdrawing. Soon I threw myself into wholehearted pumping. I reached around her thigh until I found her pubes and then her clit. I was trying to make her come one more time. My fingers danced rapidly, and my thrusting rate increased. Her hips jabbed back at an ever- increasing speed. My fingers fluttered faster and faster. I felt her tremble, but this time she did not stop her thrusting. I slammed harder and harder into her. Short, sharp, staccato cries echoed round the room as her new climax erupted. This was now too much for me and pushed me into that rapturous abyss of orgasm. For a fraction of second everything went black as the tidal wave of pleasure exquisitely burst the dam that had been held back for so long. It thundered along its narrow channel from the remote depths of my being, culminating in one monumental eruption of sensation, and exploded deep inside her.

For some moments neither of us was able to move. Eventually my shrinking member slipped out of her, and rolling over on the bed, she pulled me to her. Her hand was already on my now flaccid prick, which she caressed lovingly, carefully pulling the foreskin back over the very sensitive head. She seemed totally uninhibited, touching and apparently relishing our intermixed love juices.

It may have been the first time, but I was going to make sure it was not going to be the last!