Message-ID: <31546asstr$995742602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <004d01c1119c$4dc96860$970e2cd1@ray1031> From: "Ray" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} New-Story, Maki 2 - The Shower, (Mf, 1st, Mast) by Ray1031 Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 15:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates Maki 2 - The Shower, (Mf, 1st, Mast) by Ray1031 (C) June 28, 2001 * WARNING * DISCLAIMER * ANNOUNCEMENT * STATEMENT The following story contains depictions of sex and sexual situations. For those to whom these stories are illegal, because of age, location, or moral conviction . . . please leave, you do not have my consent to read them. For all others, I hope you enjoy the following story . . . Comments and or constructive criticism are welcome from all, save of course from those who wish to say I will burn in hell for not believing as they do . . . I've heard it all before and you would be wasting your time and mine . . . so don't bother. All my stories are free for reposting to private collections and free sites . . . however permission is not granted for posting to any pay or other 'for profit' sites/collections. Please do not remove the author's information or these statements. Personal Note/Preface: I'm in late middle age, so I've been around for a while. I have always had sleeping problems and average about 3 hours of sleep a night. As I sit up nights, I have lately begun to type out past sexual experiences as a way to keep myself occupied and yet not disturb others in the house. I'm beginning with some of the more different ones first. Not that the sex is any different, but the situations have always struck me as being a bit different. I have about eight or ten done so far, all with the same preface. (I use it as my template). If any of you are seeing these, then I finally decided to post some of them. Story Notes: This little story is from 'way back' (I borrowed Mr. Peabody's Machine) I was 22, Military (Air Force) and had been for five years (second hitch). I had just returned to the States after almost 4 years in the Pacific Theater. I was assigned to a station outside Sacramento. Due to my rank and a bed shortage I found myself on Quarters and Rations. I ended up in a studio apartment on the east side of the city. This story picks up two months after I moved in: Late January 1976 (Pre-AIDS, the only real worries for a young, single, horny GI were Gonorrhea, Syphilis, an early Herpes simplex, and blue balls) . . . (The first three weren't that prevalent.) Maki 2 - The Shower by: Ray1031 "Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked from my position on the sofa. Looking up from where she was seated on the floor, between my legs. "Oh, yes," she said in her Froggy voice. A big smile lighting up her sweaty face. It had been a few minutes since her orgasm and she was starting to calm a bit. Her huge nipples and over-sized areolae were bobbing less and less as her breathing calmed. "It was better than anything I've ever felt before . . . but . . ." "But?" "Well, I have never seen a boy's thing before, and I was kind of hoping to see yours tonight." "Well, Maki." I said, stroking her hair, "after that, we both need showers. I thought we might shower together. You can not only see it, but you can touch it and wash it for me. In fact, I thought we would wash each other." She was up like a shot and heading for the bathroom. I raised my warm beer and acted like I was taking another drink. She stopped at the hall door and, looking back, stamped her foot. When I acted like I wasn't moving right away she came back, grabbed my arm, and tried to pull me from the sofa and to my feet: her tiny 80 pound frame couldn't move my 185 pounds of dead weight. I didn't want to discourage or disappoint her, though, so I set down my warm beer (I've always hated the taste of warm beer anyway) and allowed myself to be pulled to my feet and led into the bathroom. As we had moved to the bathroom, Maki's enormous nipples, which had begun to relax, had swelled again to over three inches in length. They were pointed just slightly away from each other and ever so slightly raised beyond horizontal. I imagined that her huge clitoris was also becoming distended again, however I didn't have a view of it. Considering what had just happened, it was almost unbelievable that I was still fully dressed. As I'd talked Maki through her very first erotic strip tease, and helped her cross her orgasmic threshold at the end, I'd only made two adjustments to my attire. I'd loosened my belt and pulled my shirt tail from my pants, as both had been interfering with my rising pecker. I was wearing a pair of chocolate brown hip-hugger flared jeans. When Maki had pulled me to my feet, my hard- on had shifted in my pants as I stood and walked. By the time we'd reached my small bathroom, it had shifted around until the head had actually worked it's way past the waistband and was hidden only by my shirt and the T-shirt beneath. I didn't try to adjust it. ******* In the bathroom, I stood quietly, not helping at all, as Maki started the water in the shower. Once the water was running and warming, she turned and dropped to her knees. She unlaced my tennis shoes and removed them and my socks. Without raising herself from her knees, she leaned forward and bit the outside of my left thigh through my pants. "You said earlier that everything should be designed to tease and promise your partner things as yet unseen or ungranted." She shifted her head and bit the inside of my left thigh, as she slowly, lightly ran her hands up the backs of my pant legs towards my ass. Looking up she continued, "That still goes, right? Am I doing this well?" Her head moved to my right thigh, higher up nearer my crotch, where she nipped me again. "That still goes and you are doing very well." Her hands had reached my ass, under my shirts, and she massaged and squeezed my cheeks for long moments as her mouth continued walking it's way upwards. From leg to leg, back and forth, higher and higher, moving only inches at a time, her teasing teeth nipped my thighs through my jeans. As she neared the bottom of my hanging shirt tail, where it ended just below my crotch, her hands moved higher again behind me, until her fingers were curling over the waistband of my jeans. Her short fingernails were angled to lightly drag across my skin. The sensation was so intoxicating, so exciting, I felt as if fireworks were igniting where her fingers and nails touched. She followed the tops of my pants around to the front, dragging, teasing and lightly pinching her way around. When she reached the hanging ends of my belt, she decided to remove that before proceeding further. Using her left hand, she began working the belt free, loop by loop. Looking up into my eyes, she smiled and asked, "Do you like what I've learned from some of the books I've read?" "Very much." Still smiling, with her left hand pulling another segment of belt free, she reached around me with her right, placing it in the small of my back and pulling her face into my shirt before her. It was obvious to me when she felt the ridge under my zipper caused by my hardened cock. turning her head sideways, she began using her teeth, applying pressure to the shaft, as she bit her way upwards. The belt project had progressed to her right hand, as her brows were furrowing in surprise. She had reached the button at the top of my fly and realized she hadn't reached the end of my cock yet. There was only one loop to go when she shifted her head one last time, bringing her teeth down on my prick, through only my shirts, above the level of my waistband. Her teeth came down on that most sensitive of areas, just where the shaft narrows slightly at the base of the flaring head. Her bite was just hard enough to cause mild pain . . . but what an exquisite pain. She leaned back, frowning slightly, as she used both hands to pull my belt completely free. Moving both of her hands to my front, Maki traced the outline of my hard-on through my clothes, starting from the bottom and working to the tip, where she pulled my shirts around it with her fingers and thumbs. Without a word, she began unbuttoning my shirt, standing as she went. Her eyes kept straying to my waistline, but my T-shirt fit loosely so there was nothing to see but the least of impressions. When the shirt was completely unbuttoned, Maki moved behind me, reached up and pulled it downwards, off my shoulders and arms. As soon as the sleeves cleared my wrists and hands, I took hold of the T-shirt's hem and lifted it over my head, dropping it to the floor by the bathroom door. I knew she wouldn't be able to remove it without my bending over, and in my present condition *that* would have been quite painful. Maki moved around in front of me, staring at the tip where it protruded from my hip huggers. Her eyes widened, but she didn't say a word. Using both hands, she unzipped my pants then undid the top button, the backs of her fingers pressing inwards from both sides of my cock as the brass shot shell button finally came undone. Taking the waistbands of my jeans and my briefs, she slid both downward, gently, over my ass and hips. As they lowered she watched in amazement as more and more of the shaft came into view and it slowly lowered until it was pointing outwards, up and away from my crotch, the swinging sac hanging below. For the next five minutes, the only times she took her eyes from my cock were when she lowered her eyes to slide my pants over my upraised feet. . . first one, then the other . . . and when she moved aside the shower curtain to adjust the water temperature. I think she was intimidated. I could understand why, pretty much at least. She was seeing her first cock, a full grown, fully hard one at that. It wasn't the smaller boy cock that many girls discover while baby-sitting, or even the teenage cock most females lose their virginity to. When I was her age and chasing other sixteen-year-olds, I had a six-inch cock. The head was almost two inches across, but the shaft was only about an inch and a half. I measured things back then. Now, six years later, I had something close to two extra inches in length, another half inch in thickness at the shaft, and a quarter to half inch more width to the head. Although I had read the Kinsey report and some other garbage reporting national averages in sizes; even though I knew I had a little extra length over those reports; even though I'd had previous girlfriends tell me it was big . . . I never really believed I had anything special. I always thought I was probably normal in size . . . I mean, in the heat of the moment, when she wants it, a woman will say what she thinks her man wants to hear . . . just so the mood won't be ruined. But to a girl seeing her first one, fully hard and enlarged, a full grown one could probably be very intimidating. Especially when the girl was Maki's size. As I've already said, she looked like a skinny twelve or thirteen year old, both in her face and in her basic height and build. Were she to lay on her back, and were I to lay it up along her belly, it would have reached beyond her navel by at least two inches. I know she was wondering how it could fit . . . Hell, *I* was wondering how it could fit, even though I knew it could. Finally, Maki had the water temperature to her liking. Pushing the curtain further open, she turned back to me and looked into my eyes. She had that devilish look in her eyes again, and I knew she had been deciding exactly what to do. With a grin, she reached out with her left hand and grasped my cock, giving it a slight pull. The sight of her face as the skin *slid* forward over the shaft with her pull was priceless. Oh, if a porn director could only accurately capture that look, the surprise and shock at the feel of it, the momentary horror as she thought the skin might slide off in her hand. I almost laughed out loud as she released it more quickly than she'd taken hold. Almost physically stepping away from me . . . it. "I - is - is it supposed to do that?" she asked, looking from my hard- on to my face, then back again, before settling on my eyes. Seeing the humor there she said, "Are you laughing at me?" "No, not really. Just a little at the situation. I maybe should have warned you . . . but every girl I've ever been with had earlier experience, and knew what to expect. I didn't think to tell you about that. Yes, Maki. It is supposed to do that. In fact, if you held it and slid your hand up and down it long enough, I would have an orgasm." "You would?" she said grasping it again and starting to jack it vigorously. Now it was my turn to almost step back, as I reached out suddenly and grabbed her wrist, stopping her arm. "Whoa, dear. Stop before you hurt me. Yes, the skin moves over the shaft, but only so far. If you pull it farther, it pulls and hurts. If you squeeze it too tightly, it can hurt too, just like if you bit down too hard during that trick you showed me. Sometimes, a little pain can be okay, but too much pain, and there is no fun." She hadn't released my cock, but she wasn't trying to move her hand either. She was looking into my eyes and listening intently as I talked. The strength of her grip relaxed a bit, and she slowly, gently began sliding her hand up and down the shaft. After a few strokes, she quit. Squeezing harder, she stepped backwards to the tub and pulled gently. I followed. ********* Once in the shower, with the curtain closed, Maki stepped close to me hugging me tightly, trapping my cock between us. Her stomach and mine molded around it. I hugged her back, and we stood, holding each other in the falling water for almost a minute without moving. As she relaxed her grip, a small shudder passed through her. She stepped back once again, and grasped my cock. Looking up from it up to my eyes she said, "I want this. I want to know . . . to feel . . . to understand what is in all those stories I have read . . . all those things I've heard the girls at school talking, giggling about. But seeing it . . . how can it fit?" "It can fit, Maki. You will have to trust me, but it can fit. We have already discussed some old sex movies I have. Tomorrow you will see them. Tomorrow you will know. Tomorrow you will come to understand. But, not tonight. Tonight we shower, and pleasure each other without worries. Tonight I will wash you, and pleasure you doing it. Tonight you will wash me and pleasure me doing it. Tonight, we continue the fun you had in the living room. In the days to come, I will try to teach you what little I know; anything you want to learn. Okay?" Her features lost their solemnity and her smile returned. "Okay," she said, still holding to my cock, but reaching behind me with her free hand and pulling herself close again. "I want to know it all. I want to try it all and to make you happy . . . tell me what to do, tonight." Holding her close, looking down into her eyes, I thought about the best way to do what was coming. I thought about simply talking her through it, once again, but this was to be an even more personal experience. I thought about telling her to emulate me, do what I do, as I do it. Yet, the height differences, the differences in reach and experience would inhibit the experience. Playing for more time as I thought, I did something I have never done with a lover before . . . too potentially belittling. I bent over , wrapping an arm under her buttocks, placing a hand in the small of her back, and picked her up, holding her tightly. The move brought her head up just slightly above level with my own. Then I leaned in and started kissing her. She released my cock as I lifted her. Wrapping her arms behind my neck and hugging herself more tightly to me, she spread her legs widely, clamping her knees to the sides of my hips. Transferring my hold to a hug, around her waist and upper back, I too hugged tightly. As we kissed, I relaxed my upper arm and began tracing small spider touches up and down her back; first on one side of her spine, then the other, pausing momentarily at the nape of her neck with each pass. Slowly, over the course of long moments, small tremors began in her and her legs began relaxing, sliding down the outsides of my thighs. Finally, her knees slid free, her legs hanging loosely, lightly trapping my cock between them as it pointed rigidly away from my crotch. For a long moment we remained this way, as I thought of the best way to proceed. When we relaxed our kiss, she again brought her knees at least part of the way back up, to the outside of my thighs. Relaxing my grip, I allowed her to begin sliding down the front of me. Her arms around my neck relaxed as she was lowered and her eyes remained locked to mine. Even though I knew it would hurt a bit, I held her close in to me as she slid. Her left thigh and ass cheeks were the first to make contact. My cock slid up her thigh and over until it was resting against her enormous clitoris and her labia. Still I lowered her, bending it downwards more and more as she slid over it. Her eyes clouding slightly as her distended clitoris was dragged across the length of my hard-on until it met the underside of the hood, tried to hang there for a second, then slid over and past it. As the head of my cock was dragged through the tangled mat of her bush, I finally slid my hands to her sides and lifted her out and away from me, standing her on her feet as they came free of my legs. When she was firmly standing on her own feet, I reached to the window sill and handed her the shampoo saying, "The one thing I will not do for you is your hair. That, you need to wash yourself. Whenever I have tried to wash a woman's hair for her, it has become a tangled mess." She took the bottle and stepped into the shower spray, wetting and beginning to soap up her hair. I continued talking, "I have thought about what may be the best way to go about this, and have decided that I will simply wash you first, trying to pay special attention to many of your more sensitive areas. Then, you will wash me. Allowing for the differences in our bodies, men have basically the same sensitive areas that women do. The most major differences for men are that a man is usually even more sensitive than a woman around the asshole and the area between that and his scrotum, his balls. The man's scrotum, his ball sac, and balls are very sensitive. We enjoy having them handled and played with, but you must be gentle about it or you can cause great injury. The penis is definitely a pleasure center for men. Although touching, caressing, kissing and lightly nibbling at the shaft, or grasping and *jacking* it (like you were doing before) are definite pleasure bringers the shaft itself is not as touch or sensation sensitive as you might think. The head, and hood area, here," I pointed and traced the area as she paused to look, is very sensitive. Very responsive to any touches, kisses, gentle nibbles which it receives. If you want to extend the experience, prolong and delay the orgasm, then attention here should be intermittent and fleeting. If you ever want to end the experience more quickly, satisfy him quickly and be done with it - for whatever reason - then pay extra, almost continuous attention to this area. It speeds things up." She finished washing her hair, and quickly twisted it into a loose knot behind her neck, out of the way. Turning towards me, she simply waited. Suddenly it hit me: this was going to be much harder in its way than what I had talked her through in the living room. Then, she had been excited, in need, and had not known exactly *what* I was leading her through. Now, she had some idea of what was to come. She was still excited, still in need and wanting what was to come. Yet now she was also anticipating what she felt was to come. I truly hoped I was up to the task as I thoroughly wetted and soaped my hands, I began. Soaping my hands until I had a froth of bubbles I decided to start standing and end kneeling and sitting. Using my thumbs, I began with her forehead, gently but completely soaped her forehead, moving both thumbs with a circular motion. I covered her from eyebrow to hair line before moving to her temples, cheeks and chin. Using my fingertips, I did the same for her upper and lower lip, nose and ears before finally using my entire hands to gently coat her throat, neck and nape. Resoaping my hands, I initially started soaping both shoulders at once, then thought better of it. Transferring both hands to her left shoulder, I began soaping it; stretching my fingers and thumbs to their utmost, I was able to move both hands, in small concise circles . . . covering an area from her shoulder blades in the back, to the upper edge of her areola in the front. Slowly, yet with ever increasing pressure I began alternately tightening and relaxing my grip, creating a massage-like effect. Her left nipple, though still excited, had begun to relax . . . it began to perk up. With the same *treatment* completed on her right shoulder, I paused. Her nipples once again stood fully erect. Thicker than my little finger and fully three inches long. Her areolae had puffed up, expanded to more than an inch in depth. Their color had darkened also, deepening to dark reddish brown. Maki faced me, the shower head behind her, the water spraying on her from her lower back to her thighs. I placed my right hand behind her in the center of her back and used my left hand to gently press up, under her chin, pushing her head up and back, until she was looking at the ceiling. Her eyes had been closed for the last few minutes, she started to open them, "Keep your eyes closed, Maki. It's time for a rinse." Dropping my right hand to her lower back, I moved closer to her, my hard-on once again against her stomach, our legs touching. Continuing to press lightly under her chin, I forced her to bend backwards, our thighs pressing more tightly together, my hand and arm supporting most of her weight. I kept up the pressure until her upper body was bent backwards into the spray. First her hair, the light knot untangling as the spray of water soaked it once again. Then her face, her neck, her shoulders, and finally her upper chest entered the spray. I stopped pressing. Using the fingers of my left hand, I began chasing the soap from those areas I had already washed, holding her suspended in the spray as I worked. Once she was rinsed, I continued to hold and support her as I reached for the bar of soap. Maki allowed herself to relax in the position I'd pushed her into, even going so far as to allow her arms to hang limply, down and away from her sides. Eyes closed, a small smile on her lips and a slight flush to her upper chest and throat, she seemed content. Rubbing the bar across her abdomen and lower chest, I soaped her from her newly trimmed bush to the bottom edge of her sensitive areolae, turning the bar in my hand a few times to soap it before setting it aside. Gently, yet firmly, I began washing her stomach, spreading the soap further, around her sides and between her breasts. Eventually, I began using only two finger tips as I began tracing the outline of the large scar on her stomach. I moved to her navel, using a single fingernail to gently trace around its edge, then tickle its center. Transferring my attention to her areolae, I began with the left one. Slowly tracing a finger around its outer edge, I slowly spiraled inwards and upwards, sliding slowly around the puffy sides slowly moving to the center and the three inch flagpoles standing there. I began focusing my attention on the nipple itself, slowly sliding a soap slickened finger and thumb up opposing sides, until they met at the top. Changing my hand's position my finger and thumb began the long slide slowly back to the nipple's base, before another shift and another slow slide up to the tip. As my finger and thumb worked on the left nipple, I bent forward and used my lips and teeth on her right chest, above the areola and nipple. Kissing and nibbling the freshly cleaned skin just below her shoulder, the only contact with the right breast being where her elongated nipple rubbed the underside of my chin and throat. A small soft sound was building in her throat. After what seemed like a long few minutes, but was probably no more than one or two, I transferred my hand's attention to her right breast and my lips and teeth to the area above her right. By the time I was finished with this new position, the soft sound in her throat was becoming a mild whimper. I kept a gargle glass resting on the ceramic tile sill of the frosted bathroom window behind the tub. Taking it down, I filled it with water from the shower spray and used it to rinse Maki's breasts. Being active duty Air Force, I had been assigned in the Orient before being posted here in California and setting up residence in this small studio apartment. With three years over there, in several countries, if you include temporary duty assignments and leaves, I had quite a collection of varied sexual experiences in my recent past. One experience that had been repeated fairly frequently, with various levels of success, but a wide variety of techniques, had been blow- jobs. Although most had been the basic mediocre to average hum-job, with little real technique, I had been the recipient of a few really outstanding, mind-numbing, knee-weakening, geyser-creating full on nut draining Hoover-jobs that would have had the people at Eureka vacuums green with envy. I decided to use what I remembered of those techniques on the nipples before me. Moving my soapy hand to the top of her bush, I began sliding it first across her yet soapy stomach, then down into her brush garden; moving in slow, easy gentle circles, moving lower and lower into the forest of hair, from hip to hip as I began giving first one nipple a blow job, then the other. I began by sliding my lips about half an inch down the nipple, then tried to suck it from her chest by the roots, without sliding further down the stem. The tip seemed to first stretch against my tongue, then enlarge, becoming slightly bulbous. Maki jerked once under me, then relaxed . . . I saw her small smile broaden from the corner of my eye. Relaxing the suction, I swirled my tongue around the tip of the nipple, then pulled off just long enough to wet my lips with my tongue. I was truly enjoying myself. With my left hand I was concentrating on the area just north of her thickened labia, lightly stroking the spot, rubbing my fingers in small circles . . . letting their presence be known, but just off of the point where they would do any real good. I didn't want her popping her cork just yet. With my lips wetted, I began paying attention to that nipple again. First pass, I simply wrapped my lips tightly around the nipple and slid down to its base, applied suction and pulled my back up to the tip. Second pass, I stuck my tongue slightly out through my lips and let it lead the way to the base of her nipple, more suction as I slid back up again, ending by lightly tracing the very tip of her nipple with my teeth. Third pass, and I ever so lightly brushed the nipple with my teeth all the way down; suction and they dragged their way back up also. I repeated the entire process with her other nipple . . . Maki's head was slowly shaking from side to side, lips parted and breath becoming ragged. Under my left hand, I could feel her stomach muscles constantly quivering as first one set of muscles would tighten, then another, feeling like small spasms. I moved my mouth to the side of her nipple and lightly sucked there, alternately trying to wrap my tongue around it, trying to touch itself again, and nipping lightly with my teeth. From bottom to tip to bottom again I traveled. First one nipple, then the other. For almost ten minutes I alternated nipples and techniques in a completely random pattern as I picked up the bar of soap and began soaping her thighs all around. Spreading the soap with my hand I was careful not to touch her labia and that huge clitoris of hers. Once I'd covered her thighs completely, I reached around her hips and carefully between her legs cleaning her ass completely, cheeks and crack. I rubbed firmly around and over her anus and the sensitive area I'd once heard referred to as the *taint*; that small sensitive patch of skin between the anus and pussy. As I rubbed her anus, I rubbed hard enough to slightly spread it open slightly, but not hard enough to actually penetrate. As I cleaned her backside, I slowly lowered my head over her breasts one last time, opening my mouth widely and trying to cover the entire three inch areola. Locking my lips tightly to her chest I sucked as hard as I could, drawing as much into my mouth as I could, the tip of her breast just touching the roof of my mouth at the back. It felt like it was quivering. I moved to the other breast and repeated this. I believe Maki had been having small micro orgasms for some time now. As I repeated the final suction on her right breast, a major quake seemed to pass through her small frame and her continuous small whimper stopped as her breath suddenly caught in her throat. Reaching behind her with my left hand I pulled her to her feet and had to support her for a long moment before her feet and legs seemed to firm up beneath her - my right arm was grateful. Moving her more directly into the shower spray, I turned her this way and that as I used my hands to be sure she was completely rinsed. Finally lowering my head and using my tongue for one long lick between her breasts. Looking into her now opened eyes I said, "I love the taste of freshly cleaned skin. I could lick it and kiss it and nibble at it all day. The salty, sweaty taste is gone. All of the air's impurities are washed away. It's so sweet and tasty . . . But, tell me, are you enjoying yourself?" She didn't answer with words. Her satisfied smile broadened even more and she jumped against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my face in a dozen places before finally hitting my lips and burying her tongue in my mouth. When she relaxed and slid down to stand on her own feet, I turned her away from me and sat on the edge of the tub, spreading my legs wide. Pulling her backwards between my legs, I guided her into a semi-seated position in my almost lap, my hard-on trapped between the crack of her ass and my stomach. Reaching around her with my left hand, I placed it against her pubic hair and pulled back- wards as I placed my right hand between her shoulder blades and pushed lightly forwards. Guided by my hands, she bent forwards at the waist until I stopped pressing. As she had bent forward, her ass cheeks had spread open and slipped around the sides of my cock as she rested more of her weight into my lap. When she reached the point I wanted and she stopped as my right hand moved away, she reached her hands to the other side of the tub and helped support herself in her new position. I think she realized where things were positioned and how tightly they fit together, because she suddenly pressed backwards more tightly and started sliding her ass up and down the shaft of my cock. She moved upwards until the head was just ready to slip into the valley between her cheeks, then downwards as far as she could go into my lap. I could feel her clitoris sliding up and down the underside of my cock as she moved. I allowed her to complete three or four strokes, thoroughly enjoying the sensation, before I finally slapped her lightly on her right ass cheek and said "Stop that! It's not your turn yet. This is my time to play with your body. You will have your turn in a few minutes. If you like this position and want to end your turn this way, then you can. But for right now, *you* don't initiate anything. Your job right now is to feel what I am doing and try to learn from it, so you can use some of it when you clean my body." "Yes, Ray." I felt I heard a small pout in her voice, but she stopped moving and relaxed slightly, the pressure on my groin lightening somewhat. Moving her hair so that it hung down the right side of her head I began to slowly soap up her back and my hands. Working at first gently, then more firmly, trying to rub more deeply as I went, I was trying to turn the back cleaning into a full back rub and massage. Slowly working first over her entire back, then localizing the experience, first up one side, then the other, I continued the back rub for almost five minutes before allowing her to stand and rinse. When she stood, her eyes had a softer languid cat-like expression to them. After I made sure her back was soap free, I leaned down from behind and slowly kissed and nibbled my way across her shoulders and the nape of her neck, softly dragging my fingernails lightly up and down either side of her spine. More small shivers passed through her system under my gently questing fingertips. I guessed it was time for the final touches to this cleaning and to finally pay direct attention to her vagina, those swollen labia and that massive clitoris of hers. Guiding her to the end of the tub, I had her sit on the edge, her back resting on the wall through the shower curtain, her feet on the tub edges to either side. Guiding her hands to the tub lip on either side of her hips, I gently applied inward pressure to her elbows until she had raised and supported her self with her stiffened arms. She watched me intently as I once again set to *work*. Taking the bar of soap in my hands, I began lathering them. Leaning forward, I again addressed each nipple, first using my tongue to lick their undersides from base to tip, then momentarily sucking on each again in turn. Taking the right one lightly in my teeth, I pulled my head backwards, stretching it until it worked itself free and *snapped* back. I saw Maki lick her lips as she watched, her eyes becoming half lidded. Moving my head so she could watch, I placed my hands on the inside of her upper thighs and slid them up to her pussy, where I used both hands individually to soap up the entire area. Taking the glass back down from the window sill, I set it behind me in the shower spray as I lowered myself to my knees. Maki's eyes followed my hardened cock intently as it shifted back and forth during the process. Once on my knees, I sat back on my haunches and reached to her pussy with my right hand. Slowly, deliberately, I began using the knuckle of my index finger to soap the entire area around the outside of her labia. Starting from the bottom, moving up one side, then down the other, finally sliding the knuckle between her cheeks to her anus, where I once again pressed firmly, giving my finger a small twisting action as her small opening spread, just momentarily wider. Moving back to her pussy, I cleaned the entire area, sliding my fingers over and between her slightly spread lips repeatedly, quickly soaping her huge clitoris and watching as her micro orgasms started again as I worked. Each seemed slightly larger than the last, and as I progressed they seemed to be coming closer together, going from about a minute apart to about forty seconds as I worked. Her clitoris was fully distended, being almost three-quarters of an inch across and almost a full inch extended beyond its tightly encasing sheath. Small drops of clear fluid were gathering at the lower apex of her labia and dripping to the tub floor as my hands moved. Sucking on her lower lip, Maki continued to watch. Rubbing my hands together I placed my middle finger against the opening to her canal and pushed gently, with a slight twisting motion. With the combination of my soapy fingers and her own fluids, my finger slid in easily, with no real restriction. I slowly began pumping my finger in and out of her pussy, turning it slightly this way and that as it moved. Her breathing was again becoming shallow and the flush was again rising in her chest as I worked that finger. I was moving fairly rapidly, but also carefully, not directly touching her sensitive clitoris. After a couple of minutes, I mostly withdrew my finger and stopped. Maki's eyes, still mostly open, but with a fogged, dazed look about them, cleared and focused. Making certain that she was watching, I extended my index finger along side one I was already using and slid both fingers into her as deeply as they would go. Her breath caught for a long moment at the additional penetration. Her arms quivered momentarily, then held rigidly . . . her eyes fogged again as I once again increased the speed of my sliding fingers. Her fluid production increased, her breathing became deeper, more ragged and the flush of her chest spread to her throat and deepened. The muscles of her cunt were practically spasming around my invading fingers. Her mouth hung open as she inhaled deeply but her cheeks were pulled back into a wide smile. Her orgasms were almost continuous, little jerks and twitches seemed to be traveling throughout her system. But she held her arms rigid, kept her feet hooked over the sides of the tub, knees slightly raised and bent - though quivering - she held her position. I noticed her fingers kept curling and uncurling every few seconds as her experience continued. Just when it seemed that she was building to a really big one, I stopped again, fingers almost fully extracted. This time it was long seconds before her quivering stopped and she was able to focus her eyes once again. When she did, I watched them widen as I added my ring finger to the invaders and slowly slid all three deep inside, not quite all the way, but until I felt certain tension, a mild spasm, and saw a slight wince touch the corner of one eye. Stopping at that depth, I began, not pumping, but twisting my hand in place, providing yet another sensation to those she'd already experienced tonight. She took in a sudden breath and held it for long seconds as I continued working, Her fluid production increased to about the power of three and I soon had her oil sliding down into my palm, down the back of my hand and wrist until it finally again fell to the floor of the tub. At the increase in fluid, my fingers seemed of their own accord to slide the rest of the way into her now spasming pussy. I moved my left hand to her left breast, squeezing and releasing it, manipulating the nipple. My mouth went to her right and taking just the tip, I again started giving it a blow-job routine. My right thumb I moved to the top of her vagina, rubbing in small tight circles and brushing the top of her vagina at each pass. Maki went over the edge then. A small mewling scream started in her throat and warbled softly throughout the room, her hips began quaking, vibrating and gyrating as her orgasm hit her with a vengeance. Her left foot slipped, yet somehow she caught herself and forced it back into position. I caught sight of her left hand, it was curled tightly into a fist, the wrist and forearm (all I could see from my nursing position) were quivering continuously. All of the fine hairs on her forearm were standing straight out from her arm, as if surrounded by some static force. I almost popped my cork from the sheer strength of her reaction and I hadn't even been really touched yet. Hell, I hadn't been this excited since my very first time . . . years ago with my first high school sweetheart, Mary-Catherine. I continued my ministrations, turning my head so I could see her face as I mouth- fucked her nipple. I really seemed to go on forever, even though I knew it probably wasn't more than thirty or forty seconds (okay, maybe a minute . . . tops) until the expression on her face changed and small twitches started at the corner of her eyes and cheeks from my actions. I released her nipples and withdrew my fingers, immediately moving my hands to her waist for added support as the quiver in her arms and legs increased. I wasn't a moment too soon as her legs slipped to the bottom of the tub and her arms seemed to turn to rubber. I slid her into my lap, the head of my dick actually brushing against her clitoris and bringing a wince of pain as I lowered her. Wrapping my arms around her I hugged her to me and kissed my way up her jawline to her earlobe where I sucked it into my lips and sucked on it. Soon enough, she recovered and I stood her in the shower spray and rinsed the last of the soap from her body, cleaning her thighs and butt cheeks again to remove the sweat and seepage. I gently paid particular attention to recleaning her pussy and clitoris. Maki was a little lethargic at first, slowly coming down from whatever cloud her orgasm had sent her to. She recovered quickly though, as I told her that I was done and if she still wanted to, it was finally her turn. Since I hadn't used it as I'd thought I might, I moved the glass back to the window sill as I chuckled at her sudden animation. Taking up the bar of soap, Maki was soaping up not only her hands, but also her stomach, chest and groin areas. Since I'd told her that she was in complete charge, she directed me to get onto my hands and knees on the floor of the tub, as she reached up and redirected the shower spray away from me. Taking the bottle of shampoo, she lay face down on my back and began slithering around, washing my back with her entire upper body as she began washing my hair. She was so excited and squirming so much that her own hair was getting tangled in her fingers as she washed my hair. When she was done, she had me stand and she turned the spray back to the center of the tub so we could both rinse off. Using her hands and a washcloth, she made fairly short work of washing most of my body, pausing as she rinsed and moved from section to section to follow her cleaning with kisses and nibbles. She surprised me by sucking my toes after she cleaned my feet, licking from heel to toe. She nibbled and kissed once again on my inner and outer thighs as she reached behind me and cleaned my buttocks and ass. When she'd cleaned my chest and stomach, she spent long minutes sucking my small man-tits and navel. Then she was cleaning my scrotum . . . gently, using only her hands, she cleaned and fondled my balls and cock, sliding her hands inside my thighs and sliding her fingers from my asshole to my balls gently handling the sac on each pass. After a rinse she tried to give me head, she really tried, but couldn't seem to manage it well. She finally settled for kissing and sucking the sides of my shaft and sucking my balls, individually, into her mouth and tonguing them while she jacked me off. It didn't take long, considering that I had spent the last hour, at least, with a hard-on, and had fondled her body multiple times in that hour, bringing her to multiple orgasms. I was so excited, I was surprised that I actually last more than a few minutes. I think I almost lasted five. Maki was amazed by the amount of cum I had produced, catching some of it in the palm of her hand as it spurted onto the shower curtain and tub floor. When I was done, she seemed to study the cum in her palm, sniffing it, taking a small amount and rubbing it between her thumb and forefingers. Finally, she extended her tongue and tasted, making a face of displeasure, she rinsed the rest from her hand. A quick soaping and rinse and we were stepping out of the tub to dry and dress ourselves. One thing I had learned about Maki through this experience . . . She had a very hard tongue. Everyone before had possessed a soft, more pliable tongue. Maki's was hard and firm, almost no pliability at all. ********** Back in the living room, we cleaned up the beer bottles and pulled out the sofa bed, making it ready for when we retired. When everything was ready, we each took a soda from the refrigerator and sat at the kitchen table. "Well, what did you think?" Maki hugged herself and her smile, which hadn't left her since the shower, widened and her nipples began pushing against her soft pink camisole. She squirmed slightly in her seat as she said, "It was fantastic. I never believed it could feel so good, but there are a couple of things." "Such as?" She pulled her feet up and crossed them in the chair beneath her as she paused, in thought. "When you started sucking on my nipples, just at the start, you sucked only the tips, sucking very hard." I simply nodded. "That hurt. Not like later, when you held them in your teeth and stretched them until they slipped free; that hurt too, but not the same, the slight pain seemed to add to the pleasure you were causing. But earlier, when you sucked as hard as you did, although there were real pleasant sensations to start with, by the end there was no pleasure, only pain." "Well, that is part of finding out how to please a partner; learning what they like and do not like, what is enjoyable and what is only painful or uncomfortable for them. In future, I won't suck so hard. I will be more gentle about it." "Thank you" "You said there were a couple of things?" "Yes, when you had two fingers inside me, and I was almost ready to orgasm, as you called it, why did you stop and put in a third finger? You know that almost hurt a little when you first did it, though it did go away quickly and became even better than before. But, why did you do it?" "Well, I waited until you were fully excited, to make it easier for you to take. But the reason for it was to lessen your fear for tomorrow, at least a little bit." Placing my fingers together as they had been earlier, I held them up for her to examine as I talked. "If you will notice, at the base of the fingers, the three together are thicker than my cock when it is hard. When I started using the three together, I gave you a fuller feeling and a more intense sensation. Though I couldn't insert them completely at first, as soon as you started enjoying the new sensation, and relaxed into it, all three together easily slipped in as far as they would go. I wanted you to realize that you will stretch down there to accept me, when the time comes." She looked into my eyes for long seconds, then nodded. "There was something else?" "Actually, yes. When you were washing my ass, and pressing around the hole; it started to open for you and you stopped. It felt so good, that I was kind of hoping you would reach inside and wash there as well. But you didn't. Why?" "Well, as I told you earlier, many women find the experience uncomfortable and sometimes painful. I thought if you wanted to try something there, really try something, we will have time later. I didn't want to risk spoiling the mood tonight, that's all." "I let you down," she continued after thinking about my answer. "I tried to suck your cock like you mentioned earlier, but I couldn't. I spoiled it for you." "No you didn't," I answered with a chuckle. "Although I have received a few 'blow-jobs' as they are called, over the years, they are not my favorite part of sex. I don't really care if I get one or not. Never have. If a woman starts doing it, I don't stop her. If she doesn't, I don't ask her to. My favorite part of sex, we haven't really done yet." "What is your favorite part of sex?" "Eating pussy." Her eyes widened when I said that, but she said nothing. "I like to start sex with a shower, I always have. After a shower, my favorite thing to do is eat a woman's pussy, starting with her on her back, but going through a few different positions and ultimately ending with the woman's pussy above me. I love nothing more than a woman who drools her juices there and enjoys what I'm doing so much that she squirms all over my faces, coating me with her juices as I please her. I love the feel, the smell and the taste of pussy. I did notice that you didn't care for the taste of my cum." "Not really. It tasted kind of salty and tart to me. I didn't really like it." "Well, don't judge all men by one. I've been told by others that men taste different, each one slightly distinctive in his own way. I can tell you from experience that I've never known two women who taste the same. So, if you are with another man, you might want to taste test again, before you make up your mind." *********** We talked for an hour, discussing what had been done, some things that hadn't - but would be. As we talked, we began cleaning the kitchen a little and moved to the bed. just before we lay down, Maki retrieved a towel from the bathroom and brought it to bed with her. We both stripped before climbing into bed, deciding to sleep naked together. As we continued our conversation, before we covered up, Maki reached over and began jacking me off once again. It took her almost twenty minutes, but in the end I did come again. When she was done, I masturbated Maki through another orgasm, but stopped after one. After that, I decided it was time to sleep. Tomorrow was Monday. I was still off for the day, but Maki had school and needed sleep. Once the lights were off though, we continued to cuddle and let our hands roam for another twenty minutes before finally lying back to sleep. Maki was cuddled up to my left side, using my shoulder as a pillow. My left arm ran down her back and my hand was softly cupping a buttock. Maki fell asleep first. When she finally did, her left hand was wrapped around my hard cock. Eventually, I too fell asleep. *************** End of "Maki 2 -The Shower" <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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