Now that the fire in my belly had subsided, we lay down snuggling up to each other and her
hand automatically held my manhood, gently massaging and manipulating it. I rolled onto
my side and fumbled my way into Mary’s dressing gown, and at first lay my hand on the
upper part of her body before moving down. It was very new to me, and to actually feel
what a woman was like down there was indescribable.
Mary’s hands came up, one going around my shoulders and the other up to my chin, holding
me in long lip to lip kissing. “I liked what I just did to you. Did you like doing it to
me as well?” she asked
“It’s beautiful, and it was lovely,” I told her. “I love it.”
“It’s not put you off me then? You really like it? You don’t think that’s going too
far?”
“No, if it comes to it, we could both do to each other,” I told her, feeling her relax,
and the hand that held my head went down to her dressing gown undoing the belt. As the
gown opened, her hand clasped over mine.
“Just there,” Mary whispered as she moved my hand to her clitoris. I did as I was bid,
but during our kissing and the movement of her pelvis I lost it and she had to guide me
back to the same spot again. I lifted myself up onto my elbow so that I had a good view
of the length of her body and where my hand was.
Mary had her eyes closed for some moments and then opened them, watching me looking at
her.
“You’re so beautiful, Mary, that I’ll never tire of looking at you.”
“You think I am as beautiful as you are?” she asked.
“I’ve told you, sweetheart, men are not beautiful; handsome if you like, but men are not
beautiful.”
“You are,” Mary said.
“Yes, all right” I agreed. “But not as beautiful as this,” I said as I flattened my hand
on that which I had been toying with for the last five minutes and grasped it tight.
“You know,” I said. “I’ve got a name for this, but did not like to say so before as I’ve
never really touched or seen it until now.”
Mary still watched me looking at her and it occurred to me that she just loved being
looked at and pampered this way as well.
“Do you,” I asked, “Think this Lord Much is going to be too much for this, my ‘Lady
Jane’?” I patted it lightly as I asked the question.
“Lady Jane?” Mary asked, somewhat surprised. “Whatever made you think of that name?”
“It’s your middle name, and it’s certainly a lady,” I told her, quickly moving down and
for some moments planted long, loving kisses on it. “There, I’ve just christened it ‘Lady
Jane’.”
Mary shook off her gown and we both lay naked. Turning on her side, Mary brought her
knee up and rested it on my bits and pieces. It seemed that anything that was done, even
as simple as this, brought on a feeling of delight, but I was eager to experience more and
pulled her over and on top of me. My manhood slotted between her thighs, fitting snugly
and resting against her pubes. Lying like this, I started to massage her back and body
all over and started to drum lightly on her cheeks of her bottom. Mary was lying with her
face buried in my neck, and she said quietly, “Smack it.”
“What?” I asked.
“Smack my bum,” Mary said.
“No, that will hurt, won’t it?” I asked her
“Not if you do it lightly,” Mary said.
“Naw! I don’t know if it will hurt or not. I can’t judge it.”
“Clap your hands, like you’re applauding.”
“You mean like this,” I asked clapping my hands behind her.
“That’s too hard. Do it a little lighter.”
I clapped again, a lot lighter.
“All right, like that.”
I slapped, and Mary raised her bottom to meet my hand.
“A bit harder. The secret is to slap without marking it, but make it go rosy,” she
said.
I slapped again. “That’s it! Do it on both sides. Do it like you did before and like
you were playing a drum, but massage it as well all around all over my bum.”
I smacked and massaged all over her bottom and looked over Mary’s shoulder down at it. I
saw it was getting very red.
“You like this?” I asked her.
“It’s invigorating. It tones up my flesh and stops me putting weight on,” Mary said.
“Well, I wouldn’t know about any of that,” I said. “But doesn’t it hurt?”
“It’s not smarting now, but I suppose it could if you smacked too hard. It’s ok now
though. Keep doing it, but slower. You know, in Sweden they do this all the time but
with some kind of tree twigs. It’s supposed to be very good for your skin, like for
removing impurities.”
“I don’t believe for one minute you’ve got any impurities,” I told her.
After some time of rat-a-tatting and running my hands over just about every inch of her
back, bum and legs, I moved from under her and kept her face down as I felt an
overwhelming desire to kiss her bottom and anywhere else I could reach. I kissed her
back, from the top of her spine travelling slowly down to her small waist and onto her
bum, my licks and lips going along the edge of the valley as I kissed and lightly closed
my mouth, holding as much of the rosy redness of the cheeks in mouthfuls as I could.
“Mmm! Your bum’s like peaches,” I told her as I moved down to the back of her legs. I
slipped my right hand down between her thighs and my thumb pressed gently against her Lady
Jane, and again I noticed how Mary’s bottom rose up a little as if offering it up and
showing a willingness to participate in everything that I did. It was the same when I
felt and kissed her breast, or played with her bottom, when my manhood pressed against her
lady Jane or when I smacked her bum. Mary always met me more than half way in everything.
Her thighs squeezed together trapping my hand next to her Lady Jane, and I moved my thumb
around until I found the entrance. Slowly and gently, I eased my thumb in.
Mary sighed, “Oh, Tommy,” so quietly I almost missed it as her thighs squeezed even
tighter around my thumb. I felt the ring of muscle that had felt as if it almost
circumcised me earlier as it tightened and slackened. Mary moaned again. “Tommy, Tommy,
do it. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Turn over, get on your back.”
There was no hesitation from Mary. As she turned, I moved her legs apart with my knees,
and kneeling between them I placed my hands under her hips and lifted pulling her bottom
and Lady Jane towards me. The end of my manhood was just touching her Lady Jane and Mary
moved against it, her softness yielding as it prodded her.
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