Beginnings (14 page)

‘No, darling. No,’ she managed to say, breaking from one of the most suggestive kisses of her life. He was telling her, using a kiss to do so, what he wanted. If he’d done it, if he’d done it! But no. He had to ask. Damn, damn, damn!

She tried to move him off her. She couldn’t make him budge. He looked into her eyes. She had resolve. He saw it. She tried to move him. He wouldn’t. His cock slid on her lips. He was looking, quite blindly, for something he had never searched for before. His cock head passed right over the entrance to his future. But it wandered
too far and passed over it again on the return trip. Emma was delirious. Still her eyes told him no. And still her hands tried to move him off her.

That thick cock of his was discovering other places now. The full weight of him seemed to be present behind him when he came to rest on her swollen clit.

Still her eyes said no. Her legs, on the other hand … They squeezed the boy, the man. Oh, just thrust blindly! Just trust instinct and let your worries go. I need to feel the full width of you in me now! Open me up! I’m willing to be taken. I won’t have it any other way.

Suddenly the boy returned and he rolled off her and lay on his side. His hand ran over her stomach, his fingers marking figures along her moist skin. He cupped her left breast, then her right. Emma felt the cool night air of her skin and also felt the sadness of a missed opportunity. She could but look forward to the day when he might take her and she him without reserve. All these games. All this inhibition and inexperience. But she must be gentle.

She could see his cock standing erect and wanted it so very much but felt powerless. Somehow she knew just how it should be. She was the
older woman, she was the experienced entity. She had responsibilities to him even though she shrugged off the responsibilities to state, husband, neighbour and friend. That meant she had more of a responsibility to do the best by the boy. In one move she could steal his right to future initiative.

While thinking such thoughts his hand did something. In one full, swift movement from breast to pussy, Jason gambled a future of maybes against a present of certainty. She was naked beside him
now
. That was all he knew. He may never have the chance again. He truly felt that.

His fingers were all over her, rubbing her lips, playing with them, curious, sliding on the wetness and then slipping into her. It all happened so quickly. Jason’s eyes were opened wide. He was peaking. He could feel an orgasm building. His fingers were inside her. He hadn’t put in one. No. He hadn’t put in two. No. Three fingers had slid easily into her. Emma had arched back immediately.

To her, this inexperienced teenager’s overstatement was a very welcome shock to her system. And it was a shock to have three fingers unexpectedly enter even when she was drenched and willing, and when she was debauched, and when
she had only recently brought herself to a shattering climax. It still came as a shock.

This wonder known as beginner’s luck can sometimes be a harbinger of talent. But sometimes it is luck and only luck. For although Jason had heard mention of the clitoris and had a general sense of its importance to women, he was a little confused about its actual whereabouts. So when he felt a small lump between Emma’s lips, and when this discovery exacted a positive response from her in the form of a low guttural moan, Jason, in all readiness, congratulated himself on having discovered it. He continued to massage it with his fingers and had the pleasure of seeing Emma writhing about and moaning.

He was being quite rough with her. But she was in no mood for the gentle touch. He fucked her now, with his fingers, watching his hand and her face alternately. His cock was bursting. His excitement was such that he felt sure he’d come all over her hip.

He began to hump her hip. But then he got a better idea. He climbed back on top of her, thoughtlessly removing his fingers from her and tried, in vain, to press his cock into her.

Emma found it very easy to get him off her this
time and she stood up, marking the end of their night.

She looked down at her lover who was not at all pleased by the sudden cessation of their play. He lay back on the rug, his cock lying large and erect against his body. A beautiful adonis, thought Emma as she looked smilingly down upon him. She picked up the other rug and wrapped it around her naked body. Jason caught one last view of her lovely full breasts and long milk-white legs.

She was unable to keep her eyes from his cock. She hated, truly hated leaving an erect penis. She thought she might just squat over it. Imagine that. Just to squat and have the thing enter her completely. Maybe she’d even turn her back on him and squat. Then it would be just her and the magnificent erection. Back to him. Cock slipping between her lips. She might squeeze tightly against it. No wait. She’d squat but slowly, slowly press it into her arsehole. Imagine that! The boy skips straight to buggery. Imagine that thick hard cock entering her there.

When it was that she dropped to her knees and began sucking again, only Jason knows for sure. Emma and her filthy mind had been too preoccupied to notice silly details like that. But there she
was again, arse raised, head down, blowing the boy like the cheapest of cheap whores.

The boy blew into her mouth, his body convulsing and two half-suppressed moans escaping to be lost in the quiet night air.

While Jason lay in the aftermath of this orgasm Emma let the taste of him and the smell of him permeate her senses. She kissed his now flaccid cock with wet lips and tongue and rubbed her wet fingers into his pubic hair. She lay in the sweet regret of having finally sated his young cock. She consoled herself with the knowledge that, from now on, day after day, night after stolen night, it was hers to play with. In her mind she began to reorganise her week around his cock.

While thinking of stealing moments with Jason, Emma took the whole of it in her mouth again. She was just playing, loving the taste and had no further designs on it. She was thinking of the pleasures of teaching the boy how to kiss her between her legs and then thinking of whole afternoons spent sixty-nineing in the manner of their first afternoon spent kissing. She was imagining them coming and coming. What over-indulgence!

Thinking this and playing thus immoderately with his flaccid penis she was surprised to feel the
stirring of a new life. She kept it in her mouth and his cock grew and grew, pushing itself deep into her, until it was as hard as ever. Emma realised she’d never get any sleep tonight.

What was she to do? she wondered at the time. The longer she was away from her husband’s side the greater the chance of him waking and wondering where she was at such a late hour. And poor Jason. The young perform badly on little sleep. She imagined him at school the next day. She shuddered at the thought of this man being squashed back into the uniform of the boy. What had she done?

But he was in her mouth and she was now sucking again.

Surely the night was still young, came a reassuring voice from within Emma’s psyche.

You’ve only just begun, said another.

Why not remove the boy wholly from the nursery? spoke a third.

Sit on the boy. Fuck him! I’m tired of your games. Enjoy your prize to the full. Stop playing with your food, young miss, demanded a fourth.

Were there no dissenting voices in Emma’s head? Where were the sensible voices? Where was her conscience? Or were these the voices of her
conscience? They did seem to speak sensibly. They did have their points.

The temptation to lift herself and sit on this marvellous cock seemed such a slight temptation but for Emma it was becoming one of the greatest she’d yet faced and resisted. She mustn’t take him. He must take her. She mustn’t hand everything to him. A hand-fed, tame beast would be no fun, no fun at all.

Her resolve returned as Jason began to moan. She stopped sucking and stood up. She distracted herself by becoming busied in dressing. Once dressed she looked down upon her lover and her legs weakened. Turning her head to the house she scanned the blackened windows then determined to gather up Jason’s clothes for him.

Jason lay watching Emma. His desire for her was the strongest it had been all night. She was sending him off home. She was pretending to have returned to normal, more normal than she had ever been, in fact. The way his cock felt, the blood having returned, hardening it, pushing into the exhausted cock, the strange pain of it, made him proud. He was reclining on an elbow, naked, whilst Emma stood dressed, holding out his clothes to him, eyes averted. His erection
seemed to him to be harder and larger, with that burning sensation one gets when you stretch a sore muscle. Emma wouldn’t look at it. He saw that and liked her behaviour. His cock actually throbbed.

‘Time for bed,’ she said in a strange voice. She was unable to look at him. Jason made no move. He was watching Emma intently and actually saw she was fighting the temptation to keep going. This was not natural behaviour for her and it showed. She was awkward and inhibited. She steeled herself and turned her face to him and handed over the jeans and boxer shorts.

‘Come on … Get dressed. We’ve had fun, don’t ruin it,’ she said, while thinking herself an ass. She was trying so hard to be a wet blanket. The part didn’t suit her, she was over-reaching, her acting wasn’t up to it and she had certainly failed to convince her audience. Jason felt sure he’d have her in his arms in no time. He lifted his hand and tugged at her pants. She looked down at him and their eyes met. He was different.

‘Let go, Jason. It’s late,’ she said, stepping back from him but he held on tightly to the loose cotton. The pants came down along her thigh. Jason saw her pussy again. A forceful desire stamped
impatiently within him and he pounced, dragging his prey down onto the ground.

He ripped off her pants. His hard, young, naked body wrapped itself around Emma and she was overpowered in barely a blink of the eye.

He lay on top of her again, held her, pressed his cock against her mound and his mouth against hers. He kissed her roughly, deeply, and she clung on to him.

Emma’s whole body trembled, she raised her knees, spread herself and kissed Jason with a manic hunger. Anyone who chanced upon them now would have said they had just begun. They kissed as two lovers long separated finally united. Jason made no attempt to press his cock into her. She made no attempt to help him. Both hungered for consummation.

Though Jason truly felt he was forbidden to go that one step further, his body was insistent he try. He was painfully erect. The pleasures running through all of his senses seemed to urge, to urge, to urge. But it must be remembered that the urging came with no instructions. And Emma had said no. He remembered how he’d felt sliding along the soft, wet folds. He’d masturbated with oil, with cream, with soap, with pre-come
and come but … He knew what happened. He’d seen diagrams and pictures. He knew how to do it! He knew it!

Emma would welcome him. She was so very ready for him. She lifted her pelvis again. She couldn’t help herself. He began to thrust ever so slowly. The whole of his lower body moved against her, met her lift. But he didn’t move his cock from her mound and their kissing, manic, violent, deep, continued.

TWENTY

Now it was Jason’s turn to lie. He leapt off her. Stood naked and erect above her.

‘You’re right, Emma, it’s late,’ he said with a grin. He hoped she’d think he was teasing but the truth was, he realised he couldn’t do it. He was frightened. He suddenly doubted he could actually go through with it.

A sharp, uncomfortable pain entered his head. An ugly doubt. What if he was a poor lover?

He reached for his jeans, pulled them on and stuffed his boxers into his pocket.

Emma lay on the grass, panting like a animal.
She couldn’t believe it frankly. She was sure the time had come and her will was to be overturned. But in a flash the beautiful body was gone. She watched him pull on his top. I can stand it, she thought.

‘Well … if you’re tired … I wouldn’t want to keep you up,’ she said, rising slowly to her feet. She stepped back into her pants. He was already moving to the fence. She thought that was just a little too provoking.

‘You’ve had your fun and you’re just going to leave … and not even kiss me goodnight?’ she said, stepping slowly across the cold grass towards him.

Poor Jason was so young, so old and so divided. The beast within him had not been sated even after all Emma had done for him. In fact, all of her attentions had only served to roll away the stone and let the true primal spirit out. When he turned to look at her, his eyes had an unnerving presence of mind.

‘Don’t tease me, Emma,’ he said.

‘Are you just going to leave?’ she asked, coming up close to him.

‘You want me to go.’

‘Yes, I do,’ she said. She reached up and brought
his mouth to hers, kissed him, and whispered, ‘Go.’ She took hold of his hand and slowly, keeping his eyes on hers, led it under the elastic of her yoga pants. She placed his warm hand on her wet lips. He pressed two fingers into her immediately. She let his fingers play for a moment then withdrew his hand and put his fingers to his mouth and he was made to lick them.

‘Goodnight, sweet prince,’ she said with a smile, and turned to walk away.

Our personal behaviour, our individual character, has such a short history while more elemental human behaviour has a history spanning millions of years. This human behaviour is very sure of itself. Its aims may appear shallow or shortsighted at times but it evolved when the world was less complicated, when life was nasty, brutish and short. All of our intellectual pretensions, our civilised inhibitions, our stumbling, fumbling empathies and our casual nods towards the rule of law seem at times to be impediments to our true state of being.

Jason was made aware of this ancient truth by the sudden turning away of the woman he desired. Nothing short of armed intervention would have prevented him from acting on impulse. As she stepped away she triggered a response in him at
once frightening and relieving. And yet, in some dark corner of Jason’s mind was the dim acknowledgement of her consent. Theirs was a play and counter play of dumb beasts dressed in their modern finery. All of the urgency of the past few hours met with and welcomed the overdue quantity of bloody determination which was so evidently lacking till now.