Ray to Rachel Part 12
Ray to Rachel Part 12
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note:
_A boy's fascination with panties leads him down a path he never intended, aided by an understanding relative. This story was inspired by my online friend Rachel Quinn, who also contributed many of the plot elements. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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I t never occurred to me that Mark’s tongue could feel so wonderful inside me – I was anxious to feel more of him.
Mark pulled back again and applied lube to my hole, and then tenderly slipped his fingers in.
Then I came the wonderful feeling of his cock pressing into me. Like the gentleman that he was, he was slow and gentle, and finally I just pushed back so I could take him all the way.
I'd practiced for months with my vibrator so it would be easy to take him in, but this was so much better than the hard plastic! The feeling of Mark pumping in and out of me was so arousing, and to know that at this moment I have given my virginity to this wonderful man was just beyond description!
Suddenly Mark pulled out and said, "Now roll over on your back."
"What's wrong?" I asked, fearing I'd done something wrong.
"Nothing," he said, "I just want a better view."
Now on my back, Mark pulled me until my hips were at the edge of the bed. Standing next to the bed, Mark put my legs against his chest and up to his shoulders as he entered me once again. This time I was already prepared and he went in easily.
It was an incredible experience. I'd heard that some guys cum in about a minute and it's all over, but Mark had amazing stamina. He pumped slowly and squeezed my nipples from time to time and would move my feet so that my heels were at his arm pits. He put his hands on my knees then and continued the heavenly ride!
I'd heard that the first time was unpleasant for some girls, but this was an absolute joy for me. My handsome man was really taking care of me, and I was thoroughly aroused, but it didn't feel like I would cum this way.
Then Mark put some lube on his fingers and took hold of my clitty, stroking he and massaging the head with the lube. I was ready and came quickly. Mark continued to pump steadily until he saw I had cum, and then picked up the pace and had his climax. I was so happy for us both.
It took a while for us to catch our breaths, but when we did, Mark pulled out and turned me and rolled me on my side so my legs were on the bed. "Just stay there," he said, and went into the bathroom.
I heard water running, and soon he returned with a warm soapy washcloth. He cleaned my belly and I said, "I can do the back." That was really personal and there was no reason he had to clean me there.
"I got you dirty," Mark said, "So I'll get you clean." He wiped my crack to tenderly I wanted to kiss him right away.
After returning the washcloth to the bathroom he got onto the bed and lay behind me, spooning, and reached his arm around me, resting a hand on my breast. I felt so wonderfully safe and cared for. I knew I had the very best guy in the world!
After a time I said, "Well, I'm not a virgin any more."
"Me neither," said Mark.
"What?" I said, "You sure seemed to know what you were doing!"
"I read a lot," he said, as if I'd believe such a line of bull.
“When you pulled out and told me to roll over, what did you mean about getting a getter view?” I asked.
“I wanted to see your love face, and the joy you radiated!” I said, “From behind it just seemed so one-sided – this is supposed to be for both of us!”
We drifted off to sleep and in the morning I awoke and found Mark was already up. He left a glass of orange juice on my nightstand – such a caring guy!
I heard him in the bathroom and asked if I could come in, to which he agreed. He was shaving and I had to pee, so I sat on the toilet and relieved myself.
"I'm gonna shower now," he said, "Care to join me?"
"Okay," but one condition, "No cumming – arousal is fine, but save cumming for after we dry off."
Mark agreed and soon we were soaping each other up in the shower. The soapy water was like lube all over us, and I wasn't sure I could avoid cumming as Mark washed my clitty while working a soapy finger in and out of my behind. "Just wash," I reminded him, "save some for later."
After drying off, we returned to the bed and I had Mark lay on his back. I got on next to him and lay on top of him in 69 position. I began to suck him as he sucked me, but then he stopped and put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him, saying, "Try sitting up straighter."
I did and he pulled me down to his face, spreading my cheeks and kissing me deeply once again. I had no idea what ever gave him the idea to do that, but it was amazing. Mark reached around and played with my clitty as he kissed me, but after a few minutes he stopped and we resumed our 69. He had me so excited that I came almost immediately, then I did my best for him, and he rewarded me with his load.
We just lay there catching our breaths, and then I got off and lay next to Mark, resting my head on his shoulder. "I love the way you kissed me, but why did you stop?" I asked.
"My tongue got tired," Mark confessed.
"Just how on earth does a tongue get tired?" I asked.
"I don't know – I sure wanted to go longer," he replied, "But sticking my tongue out like that is somehow tiring."
"Maybe you just need more practice," I said hopefully.
"I'll take all the practice I can get," Mark agreed.
"I'll give you lots of it!" I promised.
We got dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast, which Aunt Mazzie had waiting for us. She treated Mark as one of the family, and I wished so much he could marry me – if only I was a girl. The time together was wonderful, but soon that would end.
Summer was drawing to a close and soon I would have to return to my very closed-minded parents.
I had to change back into my boy clothes to go home, and as I packed, Aunt Mazzie said it was okay to take a single change of girl clothes with me, but I had to keep them hidden and never get caught wearing them. The world I had grown to love so much was being taken away from me, but there was nothing I could do.
"Can I come back next summer?" I asked her.
"Of course you can," she assured me. That was little consolation however – that was a very long time from now, and I feared that Mark would forget me – I began to cry.
"Rachel dear," she said, "You have to be strong – there are things we just can't change in life, and you just have to deal with them."
Eventually I was able to compose myself and my aunt drove me home. Upon arrival, I pretended to be glad to see everyone, but nothing was further from the truth.
To be continued . . .
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)