From It’s Not Unusual – 1

He eased her back onto the stool, her naked body a feast for his eyes. He kissed her skin everywhere, moving his lips down over her stomach to her shaved Mons. She parted her legs, her breath coming in short, wheezing gasps as her pussy burned with expectant need. He opened them further, his tongue already touching her pink wetness and drawing deep agonised moans from her as it moved slowly between the swollen lips of her labia.

"Tommy ..." she groaned, her lip between her teeth.

Part 2

He was lost in her smell and her taste. He had missed this part of his life, the tenderness and intimacy of holding a beautiful woman captive on his tongue. His thumbs eased her clitoral hood open, exposing the tiny pink flesh of her clit. She keened as she anticipated his touch, her pleading sighs begging for a release just a short breath away.

Her hips gyrated in time to the movement of his tongue on her clit, her breath heaving as she approached her peak. She felt the faint touch of his thumbs as they opened her up to him, begging him to let her come, crying out in tortured arousal for release. He wrapped his tongue around her hard little nub as he simultaneously inserted a finger into her vagina, quickly finding her G-spot and stimulating both it and her clit simultaneously.

The sensation caused a volatile outpouring from her as she squirted her warm and pungent ejaculate over his face and hands, leaving him thoroughly drenched. Her hips bucked wildly in her seat as he held her securely in place until she was finally at rest, save for the smaller waves of lesser rippling pulses that undulated easily through her, causing her to moan in pleasure as he massaged her skin softly.

He moved to sit beside her, pulling his stool next to hers. He cradled her in his arms, stroking her face gently as she recovered, and her heart rate returned to its normal rhythm. She watched him as he looked deeply into her eyes. Her body was at peace, sated and relaxed in a post orgasmic haze. His eyes beamed the wisdom of an experienced and accomplished lover. He was strong but gentle, demanding yet patient and generous. He’d made love to her with his lips, tongue and fingers and she felt as though she had just been fucked for hours. It was almost miraculous.

“We should leave now, Emily,” he whispered. “It’s getting very late.”

“No,” she cried, “not yet. I need to get you off too.”

“Not here, not now,” he said gently.

“When and where?” she demanded.

“When it reveals itself,” he reasoned. “Can we meet tomorrow evening?”

“Yes, anytime at all,” she said.

“Ok, how about over at my house after 6:00?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’ll be there.”

“What about the usual Burke Christmas Eve family traditions?” he said with a grin.

“I don’t think Jerry and Kath will notice that I'm not there to watch them getting pissed in front of the telly like they always do,” she said, and they laughed.

He pulled her up by the hands and held her to him as they kissed goodbye. She felt his erection against her skin as it bore into her. She touched it briefly with her hand, nervous at how big it felt. She looked into his eyes and saw his concern.

“Is it too much for you?” he whispered.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen it yet.”

“That’s true.”

“Can I see it before we leave?”

“Would you like to?”

“Yes, please,” she said and began to open his trousers with trembling fingers.

He pushed them down to his knees, and saw his was wearing a pair of red boxers.

“It’s Christmas,” he said with a nervous laugh as she lifted the waistband from his stomach and eased it over the bulbous head of his cock, exposing its entirety to her eyes as she pulled his boxers down completely.

“Fuck,” she whispered as she took it in her hand, a river of pre ejaculatory fluid flowing down the shaft.

She touched her tongue to the underside and licked it away, the saltiness tasting delicious in her mouth.

“Have you seen enough?” he asked.

“For now,” she said, reluctantly letting go.

She stood and kissed him.

“Tomorrow evening, 6:00,” she whispered. “Don’t be late.”

“I’ll be there, with bells on.”

“I don’t have bells, Tommy, but I have some new lingerie that I’d like to break in,” she said, licking his lips and drawing a smile.

They dressed quickly, and he stopped her with a touch to her arm.

“I have an idea that might be fun,” he said. “I’ll clean the shed up, but I’ll get a pair of Cilla’s knickers and leave them on the floor under the table. Call it a Christmas gift for Kath.”

“It’ll give her something to talk about, that’s for sure,” she said, and left him in the shed.

She climbed into bed at 5:05 on Christmas Eve morning and woke at 12:10 in the afternoon, her expectant vagina tingling and her heart pounding in excitement. She turned on her back, staring at the ceiling but seeing only Tommy’s cock as it waved in front of her eyes. She had no concept of his actual size or girth, just that it was the biggest she’d ever seen, touched, held, or tasted by far. She gazed at her hand, gauging the width of her four fingers. She’d held it at its base and estimated that it was possibly another hand and a half or even two hand-widths longer. Her hand could just about close around it, but that was still bigger than she’d ever seen.

“Fuuuuuuck!” She screamed in frustration at the placid white ceiling. “Why the fuck did you let him go home, you fucking moron?”

She tried to marshal her thoughts without success. She thought back to when she was a teenager, waiting for her first date to pick her up, or the time she sat in the Dartry Inn as time dragged slowly towards last call. The whispered promise of her first fuck in the back of a VW Passat waiting for her in the car park. Her hand reached down over her stomach, a tortuous feeling burning between her legs as she longed to feel him inside her.

“But what if that isn’t his intention?” she thought. “Would he not have just fucked me last night if it was? Why pleasure me with his tongue when he must have known I wanted him inside me?”

“Stoppit Emily, for fuck’s sake! And leave your clit alone, let it build,” she thought as she scolded herself.

She recalled the enormous orgasm he’d given her and how he used his lips alone to take her to the brink, simply by kissing her and stroking her face. She needed to focus on something else besides the promise of the evening to come. It was 12:15, and she was feeling hungry, so she pulled on her robe and went downstairs to the kitchen, where her parents were drinking tea and eating Christmas cake.

“Well, the dead arose and appeared to many,” her Dad said.

“Sleeping beauty arises,” her mother intoned.

“Good morning,” she replied, trying to straighten her hair with her hand.

“It’s a long time since it was morning, Emily,” her Dad said. “You must have been tired. Did you have a few last night?”

“No, I only had one pint and then went out to Dundrum to buy some clothes,” she said, “it was after 1:00 when I got home, I think.”

“I met her on the stairs at about 1:15,” her mother confirmed, nodding her head.

“Well, speaking of drink,” her Dad said, “I think I’ll repair to The Hill for my annual Yuletide embrocation.”

“You certainly will not,” her mother said. “You’ll set that camera up in the bar. I want to know who that Tommy Jones fella is entertaining at night.”

“Not this again, Kath,” he said.

“He had a woman out there last night, Jerry. The heater was still on, and I found these under the table,” she said, a pair of black lace knickers held between her fingers.

“Maybe they’re his own knickers, Kath.”

“Very funny,” she said. “Just put the camera on.”

“I’ll do it when I come back from Mayo. Whoever she is will hardly visit over Christmas.”

“Alright, but I’ll remind you of this if something untoward happens.”

Emily tried to stifle the laughter, almost choking as she did so. Kath looked at her askance.

“What is so amusing, Emily?” she said, turning to her daughter. “That could have been you, or one of your friends, out there with him. It wouldn’t be so funny then, would it?”

“No, mother, you’re right. It probably wouldn’t. Can I have a fry please?”

“Of course you can, dear, you must be starving. Fried bread or toast.”

“Fried bread,” Emily said, “it’s Christmas after all.”

“Speaking of Christmas, dear,” her mother said, glancing nervously at her husband, “something’s come up. There’s been a little wrinkle in our plans.”

“Oh? A wrinkle?”

“Yes. It appears that somebody,” she said, glaring at Jerry as she spoke, “booked the wrong dates at the hotel.”

“So you’re not going now?”

“Of course we’re going, Emily, don’t be ridiculous,” she said dismissively, “we’re going tomorrow. We’ve been on the phone all morning, and it can’t be cancelled or postponed.”

“How did that happen, Mam?”

“Your father booked the Christmas Eve three-day package by mistake,” she said. “We didn’t realise until we got an email overnight saying they were looking forward to our arrival today.”

“Today?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, dear, we’re not leaving until tomorrow; it means we won’t have our Christmas dinner together, though. I spoke to Aunt Maria; she said you can have dinner with them instead.”

“Can I see the email, Mam? You might be misreading it,” Emily said. “It can be a little confusing sometimes.”

She handed her phone over, pulling up the email as she did so. Emily read it quickly.

“It says here that your arrival is supposed to be this evening, Mam.”

“Yes, I know that. But we can’t very well leave you alone at Christmas, can we?”

“I’ll be fine,” she said.

“But we should spend Christmas Eve together, dear. It’s a tradition.”

“Since when?”

“What?”

“We don’t ever spend Christmas Eve together, Mam,” Emily said. “Not for the last five years at least, while I was with Clive.”

“Clive! Don’t remind me,” she said.

“And I won’t be here tonight either; I have plans too.”

“What kind of plans? You never said anything about having plans, Emily.”

“The girls in the Irish office are having a dinner party at a restaurant in town; the company booked a private dining room for them. It’s girls only, and I’m going to that,” she said. “It’ll probably be late, and I may stay overnight with a couple of them.”

“But …”

“I know. It just came up last night,” she interrupted, seeing an opening. “It says here that you have to check in at 4:00, there’s a welcome cocktail party and dinner at 7:30. You’d easily make that if you left before two o’clock.”

“We were going to give all that a miss, Emily; it wouldn't be fair to you.”

“Don’t miss out on my account, Mam. You’re all packed and ready to go anyway. I can look after myself, but I’m certainly not going to Maria’s for dinner.”

She left the room and returned with a large plastic bag. She placed it carefully on the table.

“What are these, Emily?”

“They're your Christmas gifts; you can open them in the morning.”

“Yours are under the tree, dear; I’ll get them for you.”

“I’ll get to them if I’m here tomorrow, Mam. I can look after myself, you know; now you two just get yourselves out of here.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m perfectly sure; now go before I change my mind.”

They bustled around packing up the car as Emily ate her breakfast and offered soothing words of encouragement. They left an hour later as she waved them off at the door. Peace descended on the house as she closed it softly, her heart fluttering and her stomach tightening as she set a timer in her head.

It was almost two o’clock, so she ran the bath, intending to have a soak until the water went cold. Her hair was a mess; she’d shower first and wash it thoroughly. Her legs, underarms and genitals needed attention with a razor, and she needed time in front of a mirror to do her face. Her clothes were new; she’d hang them up as she bathed; she just needed to decide what she was wearing. She was leaning toward the white slip dress. It was seductive. She’d have to wear her white lingerie underneath, unless she wore nothing at all. The satin fabric had done wonders for her nipples the night before, and Tommy did appear to enjoy them.

“Maybe just a white G-String from Penney’s,” she thought, “just in case passions boiled over.”

At five past five, she was putting the final careful touches to her face and hair. Unwilling to risk a crease in her slip, she was naked as she sat on the upholstered stool in front of the mirror, her hands beginning to tremble slightly the closer it came to the top of the hour. With a final satisfied look at her reflection, she stood and moved away from the mirror, the oval shaped damp stain on the seat a tangible sign of her arousal. She touched the damp spot with her fingers and wondered what would be in store for her even an hour hence.

She closed her eyes at the thought and felt a warm trickle dribbling slowly down her inner thigh. She stemmed the flow just above her knee, wiping her skin with her finger and bringing it to her mouth, wishing to taste what Tommy had tasted the night before. It tasted of him as the memory of his kisses flashed across her mind. She shook her head to dismiss it and went to the bathroom to freshen up with warm water, soap, and a last focused refresh with a rough towel.

She hazed her body with a discrete, almost imperceptible, scent and paused to let it settle and dry. A final brush through her hair and a brief perusal of her plum nail polish was as much as she could do. She walked to the bed, still undecided on what to wear. She’d selected four different coloured thongs in two styles. They were all revealing and all seductively sexy. She tried the more expensive Victoria’s Secret G-String in white. Looking at herself in the mirror, it occurred to her that it needed to be paired with the bra to have its fullest effect.

The bra wasn’t an option for her under the slip dress. She felt that the visibility of the bra straps would conflict with the appearance of the delicate strings of the slip at her shoulders, preferring not to distract from the allure of her skin. She stepped out of the G-String and picked up the white one from Penney’s. It fitted her snugly and was possibly a quarter size too small, but she reasoned, better that than too big and, after a bit of wear, it would stretch to fit her perfectly anyway. The VPL would have been an issue if she’d chosen to wear leggings or trousers with it, but she hadn’t, so it was the thong of choice for the night that was in it.

She checked the slip dress as it hung from the doorframe, inspecting it for flaws and wrinkles. Gravity and steam had done its job, and it was perfect. She slipped it over her shoulders and adjusted everything to her satisfaction, performed a quick twirl to enjoy the flare of the skirt, and she was ready. She checked the time and saw that she had only five more minutes, so she threw some stuff into her purse, added a spare thong and, with a resigned sigh, walked down the stairs, pulled an overcoat on around her, and walked up to Tommy’s door at exactly 6:00. The door was unlatched, and it eased open at her knock. Tommy was there in an instant to welcome her inside, closing the door softly as he helped her off with her coat.

He took her coat and led her into the house, his hand resting on her lower back, just on the curve of her bum. Her skin tingled at his touch as she felt his fingers gently stroking along the fabric of her slip.

“You look divine, Emily,” he said softly, “that dress … It’s beautiful on you.”

“Why thank you, Tommy,” she said. “You scrub up quite well yourself.”

“I had to make the effort; I didn’t want to let you down.”

They reached the lounge at the back of the house, near the kitchen. A bottle of wine was open and chilling in a bucket of ice, two glasses sitting beside it on the table.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you here so early,” he said. “It’s because I know that Kath and Jerry like to do their old Christmas Eve toast at midnight.”

“They’re gone to Mayo, Tommy; there’ll be no midnight toast this year,” she said.

“What?”

“Yes, Dad read the booking dates incorrectly. It’s a Christmas deal, and it includes Christmas Eve celebrations.”

“How did he make such a mistake?”

“He’s getting old.”

“He’s only in his early sixties, Emily; that’s not old.”

“That’s true, but he acts old,” she said, “you’re both the same age, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not sixty yet. I have another wee while to go yet.”

“Oh, sorry. I thought I heard you all talking about pensions once,” she said.

“Yes, I took a retirement package when Cilla got sick. It wasn’t the best idea I ever had in my life.”

“Why not?”

“At the time it worked out, Emily, but now I struggle to occupy myself.”

“You were quite well occupied last night,” she said with a grin.

“That’s one way of putting it. Were you happy?” he asked.

“You didn’t hear me complaining, did you?”

He laughed.

“So I take it you’re not in any hurry this evening then?” he asked.

“It depends on what you have in mind.”

“Would you like to come upstairs and I’ll show you?” he said, pulling her to him.

“Yes,” she whispered as his lips touched hers.

“Or would you like a cigarette first?”

“Would you?”

“It might settle the nerves; I’ve a nice bottle of wine chilling. We can bring the midnight toast forward, just in case.”

She grinned. “In case of what, Tommy Jones?”

“Just in case,” he replied with a smirk. “You’ll need your coat, it’s a bit chilly this evening.”

She followed him out to the saloon, through the passageway at the back of the house to a small gate set into the hedging, and on into her parents' back garden where it was just a few steps to the door of the saloon shed.

“It’s like escaping from Colditz,” she said, shivering slightly.

“I’ll switch the heater on, you pour the wine.”

He lit two cigarettes as she poured the wine, holding it with both hands to quell the severity of her shaking.

“Still cold?” he asked, stepping over to her and placing a cigarette between her lips.

“Just a bit.”

He opened his coat, and she slipped inside, the heat from his body warming her.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you. Where’s my smoke?”

He held it to her lips, and she took a deep drag on it, watching her closely as she did so.

“I hardly slept last night,” she said.

“Why?”

“I was thinking about how your cock would feel in my mouth.”

“I’m sure we could arrange that, Emily.”

“Tonight?”

“If that’s what you wish.”

“Then why are we out here?”

“Let me finish this smoke first; we have all night tonight, and now all day tomorrow too, if we can survive.”

She took the cigarette out of his hand and stubbed it out, and he led her back inside his house. He pulled her to him at the bottom of the stairs, his lips nuzzling her earlobe. She sighed, slipped her arms around his head, and enveloped him in a deep and sensual kiss.

She sighed again as she felt his hand slip down over her bum, his fingers inside her cleft as he squeezed the cheek softly, sending shivers through her at the deftness of his touch.

He lifted the hem and placed his hand on her lower buttocks, slipping his fingers under the string back of her thong and slowly stroking the skin inside the valley of her cleft as her hips gyrated against him in arousal.

Her senses were scattered as she tried to consume the entire experience as a whole, but his kiss distracted her as she tried to ignore his fingers on her bum in order to focus on his lips. She felt herself burning up and quickly lifted herself onto her toes, clinging to him as the surge of a mild orgasm flowed through her.

“Fuck,” she said through deep breaths. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“It was probably fuelled by anticipation, Emily.”

“Is that what the swingers taught you?” she laughed.

“You’d be surprised,” he said and kissed her sweetly, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs.

He gave her the tour of the first floor, even though it was identical to the house where she was born and raised. She saw the funny side of it and noticed the look of impishness in his eyes as he pushed open the last door.

“This is the Master bedroom,” he declared with as straight a face as he could.

“The Master bedroom?” she laughed.

“What do they call it next door?”

“Mam’s torture dungeon,” Emily said and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“The Master bedroom sounds much more important, don’t you think?” he said. “There’s an air of mystery that surrounds it, a place where magic and decisions of import are made.”

“So you’re just saying that this is where the magic happens,” she said.

“You young people with your lust for brevity will be the death of this country, my dear.”

“Lust?”

“See what I mean? On such actions Empires have perished.”

“It’s nice and warm in here, Tommy,” she said, laughing.

“Yes, unlike next door it’s south facing,” he said, “it catches the sun in the afternoon.”

“It’s a semi-detached house that’s joined to the house next door, Tommy. The house next door is north facing,” she argued.

“See? Magic and mystery.”

He’d already pulled the light drapes closed against the yellow streetlights outside; the room glowed in a warm, almost sepia-shaded light, shadows casting a sense of suspense and mystery. Emily walked to a photo on the wall and stood before it. It was a photograph of two young adults smiling happily outside, what looked like a theatre.

“That's Cilla and me on a night out in O’Connell Street,” he said in her ear.

“Were you married then?”

“Yes.”

“You both looked so happy.”

“Yes, we were,” he said, “we looked just like a normal couple. Nobody could tell that something was a little off centre.”

He slipped his arms around her and held her to him as he stood behind her, his hands caressing her soft abdomen as hers held them lightly in place. His lips nuzzled the skin behind her ear as she laid her head back with a sigh. She felt his hands move to her breasts, slowly stroking the delicious underswell before cupping them delicately as though made of the finest porcelain, and she moaned as his fingers teased her nipples through the decadent softness of the satin in her slip.

“Is this ok?” he whispered as he slipped the spaghetti string of her slip off her shoulders.

“Yes,” she almost sighed as she raised her elbows to assist the removal.

She stepped out of the garment when he peeled it down over her body, and watched it pooling on the floor at their feet. She turned to face him.

“I seem to be at a disadvantage, Mr. Jones,” she said as she pulled his blue polo shirt out from under the waistband of his trousers, “let me help you with that.”

She lifted it over his head and took one of his nipples into her mouth as he jumped slightly at the touch of her tongue. She undid his belt and his black chinos and pushed them down with the fevered assistance of his legs as they worked to escape the trouser legs.

“That’s better,” he said when they both were left with one item of clothing each.

“Much,” she said as his lips met hers, moving them apart before slipping his tongue inside her mouth for the first time. It took her by surprise, but it moved slowly around her mouth, softly tasting hers as it slipped over it to touch his lips as it entered his.

His tongue almost reached her throat, a new and erotic experience for her. She needed to come up for air, and he held her as she did so, kissing her soft throat as she breathed deeply. She sought his lips again, the feel of his hands on her back a sensual balm to the intimacy of his kiss. He kissed like he’d invented the art, and stoked the fire in her pussy as it began to grow when she felt his hands floating down over her back to her bum and under the string that was the waistband of her thong.

“Is this ok, Emily?” he whispered as she felt his hands moving it down over her bum.

“Yes,” she breathed as she copied his actions with his shorts, her breath catching at the reality of his size as his erect cock bounced into view and touched her face when she pushed his shorts down over his legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, lifting her to him, his lips near her ear as his hands held her buttocks in their grasp. “So soft, so smooth, so sexy.”

She sighed as she felt his hard cock against the skin of her stomach, pulsing with a determined flex as it sought to be inside her. He took her face in his hands, kissed her softly and looked into her eyes, her pupils hugely dilated.

“Are you sure you want this, Emily?”

“Yes, I need it, Tommy,” she breathed. “I’m not some little virgin.”

He sat on the bed and drew her to him to stand between his knees. He took both her breasts in his hands and began to suckle, almost devouring her nipples. She moaned in abject pleasure as the shockwaves burned straight to her blazing pussy. She squirmed as his teeth bit into the extended pink flesh of her nipple while his fingers lightly squeezed the other, twisting it slightly before kissing it with soothing weight, easing her back as his lips turned upwards to meet hers,

She attacked his lips in her aroused state, wanting more and wanting it quicker. He held the back of her head and tried to slow her down, but she was breathless as her body craved sustenance. He eased his head back onto the mattress, holding her to him as he moved. Her Mons ground tight against his cock as they kissed. He flipped her onto her back and touched her pussy for the first time that day. Her legs closed on his fingers, trapping them inside her vulva, writhing against him.

“I want it, Tommy,” she pleaded in his ear.

“Where?”

“I want it in my pussy!”

“Take it in your mouth first, get used to it a little.”

“Ok,” she said and knelt beside him as he watched her reach for it, testing it with her fingers before leaning over the head and tasting it with her tongue, exploring and examining the head as though calculating how to approach it. She eased the tip into her mouth, her lips and tongue struggling to accommodate its girth. She kissed down along the shaft, stretching her body to kiss the underside at the base. He felt more than saw her hand caress his left testicle.

“Take it into your mouth, Emily,” he growled, his voice trembling at her touch.

She sat up and pulled her hair back and then, with one hand either side of his hips, leaned her mouth down and sucked the aroused testicle into her mouth, stimulating it with her tongue as Tommy writhed in intoxicated agony when she sucked him deep, before moving to the other one and repeating the action. As his head lay on the pillow, his hands continued to stroke the skin of her body. He eased her legs apart, moving her above him and positioning her pussy just above his mouth. He felt her taking his cock and guiding it to her lips; she felt the heat as she slowly brought him in deeper.

“Jesus, that’s so good, Emily,” he groaned as she lifted off and took him in again, taking him a little deeper each time.

He flicked his tongue along her inner labia, her cries vibrating through him as she moaned around the head of his penis. He could see the architecture of her vulva clearly; her vagina open to his tongue or fingers. He pulled her hips a little lower and slid his tongue inside her, allowing it to acquaint itself with her taste and aroma. She was almost keening as his tongue pulsed whilst stimulating her with slow and purposeful thrusts deep inside her, enjoying how her vaginal muscles held and released him with each deeper thrust.

His tongue was long and easily reached beyond the smooth slickness to her G-spot. He heard her muffled cry as her desire grew to incredibly phenomenal proportions. Her hips and groin ground against him as he felt her body tremble in his hands. Her mouth released his cock as she lifted her head in a screaming orgasm, her vagina grinding hard against his tongue in search of deeper penetration, eventually culminating in a deluge of creamy fluid as she seemed to disintegrate around him, her vagina on fire and her flow of liquid warm and sweet on his face. He eased her face to his, kissing her and caressing her tenderly,

“Are you ok?” he whispered.

“Yes, never better,” she replied, “I’m just a little out of breath.”

“Would you like to try to take me inside you now?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll take it slowly at first then,” he said, stroking her face. “I probably won’t last too long; it’s been a while. Do you want me to use something?”

“No, I’m good, I’m on the pill.”

He held her hands in his and guided her forward, using his legs to open hers and allow her the freedom to adjust her body to his size. He released her hands, and she placed them on his chest as she, using his cock for stimulation, ground herself against it, allowing the length to sit along inside the lips of her labia. He felt the warmth of her constant stream of pre-ejaculate moisten his cock, his hands on her hips holding her steady. She closed her eyes as waves of pleasure rippled through her and she bit her lip as she reached between her legs to take his cock in her right hand.

She planted her feet on the bed and raised herself into a squat position, her skin beginning to perspire as the moment she’d longed for since the previous night drew ever closer. Tommy eased her knees wider apart as she brought the head to the entrance of her vagina, her nerves beginning to shred and a feeling of utter panic descending on her as she felt it begin to enter her pussy.

“Just breathe and take it slowly,” he whispered. “You can stop at any time.”

She nodded her head, afraid to speak as it slipped in further, beginning to feel like it was invading her body as it began to stretch her opening. There was a slight discomfort initially, but he lifted her off slightly before easing her back down and allowing her to control the pace of penetration.

“The hard part is nearly over,” he said, “another little half inch will see the widest part through.”

She nodded again and looked down to see the Corona begin to disappear from view. She could feel how full it was making her, and the initial feeling of pain was beginning to lessen, replaced by a newer sensation as his cock stretched her slightly. The abundant flow of her fluid helped enormously as it provided substantial lubrication to aid the penetration, and it felt like she’d been frozen in that position for hours as time seemed to have stood still. She screamed as a sudden slip caused a deeper movement and the entire head had disappeared completely, but she was shocked that there was still so much of it left to follow. She seemed to be losing confidence until Tommy raised his body and pulled her to him. He kissed her and held her close.

“I’m going to pull out a little, Emily. It’ll help to lubricate us so we can continue.”

“I’m sorry, Tommy,” she said.

“No, you’re amazing, and I understand completely if you want to stop, ok? You’re not letting me down in any way if you do.”

“I want to try; it feels fucking awesome.”

He withdrew to the tip and felt her torrent flowing freely as he took control and slowly eased his penis inside her again, easily penetrating her deeper as her anguished breathing turned to moans of pleasure as her pussy finally began to adjust to his girth.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, “we’re nearly there. You feel wonderful.”

She groaned as he withdrew slightly before pushing his hips forward again, taking her deeper than she’d ever been taken before. She was perspiring profusely, her face bright red as she breathed deeply in concentration. She felt less discomfort as her pussy relaxed around his shaft, and when he withdrew again, a thunderous orgasm tore through her and she screamed in shock as her whole body seemed to disintegrate inside her. Tommy held her tight as she convulsed, whispering encouragement in her ear, and kissing her as an embarrassed smile appeared on her face.

“Just one more, Emily,” he said when she’d caught her breath.

She nodded her head as she realised that he was almost fully sheathed inside her; she had wanted to feel it all, and now she was close. He pushed slowly again, delighting in how tight and wet she was, adoring how warm and soft it felt inside her vagina. He reached a stop when he was about an inch short of his full length.

“There’s only a little of it left,” he whispered, “do you think you can take it all? Don’t risk it if you’re not sure.”

“I think it’ll be ok,” she said, her voice almost frenzied.

He watched her closely as he withdrew a little more than the previous time and pushed on again, finally bottoming out inside her as he heard her breath catch again. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her hips gyrated slowly around him. She suddenly began to rock herself against him, groaning with ever-increasing volume.

“I’m going to come again, Tommy, oh fuck, I’m coming,” she cried out, and he felt the pressure as her vaginal muscles clenched like a vice around his cock.

“Let it go, you’re doing brilliantly,” he said in encouragement as she screamed once again in ecstasy, her hips moving freely on his cock as she searched for further completion.

Tommy felt his own need beginning to build, and his natural instinct caused him to move inside her as he sought his own orgasm. She was loudly vocal as they began to fuck in earnest, both reaching a crescendo within seconds of each other as Tommy released jet after jet of come inside her, just as another climax rolled easily through her, leaving them spent in each other’s arms.

He heard her sonorous breathing as her head rested on his chest, his left arm cradling her as she slept. His thoughts were making his head spin as they diverged wildly across a spectrum bounded by public perception and personal need. He thought of what Kath and Jerry would say if they knew. He was, after all, close to twice her age. He literally was old enough to be her father. What future could they have together? Would she even want a future with him? Was this just an experiment or an exploration of something she’d heard or read about? Something to satisfy a need, a tick mark in a box on her life list, or was it just another notch on her bedpost?

He’d always considered himself to be a freak of nature, and women seemed to view his cock as a challenge. Did they even see anything of him beyond the cock? Cilla used to joke that he was just a cock on legs; they’d laughed about it often, but deep down it just fostered a further erosion of his sense of self. He knew that most men longed to be as endowed as him. It had been mentioned at several parties or swing clubs when someone was the worse for drink and saw nothing wrong with discussing how they’d fuck rings around themselves if they had what he had swinging between his legs. They were totally ignorant of the reality of it and the hurt and frustration it fostered.

He’d always been aware of the legend of the big black cock, but he also knew the reality. His was a tad under nine inches but would flex another slight bit when actively aroused. Knowing the problems he experienced daily, he worried for the sanity of those who boasted eleven or twelve inches, believing that it was just that, a boast. Most women could manage to accommodate him but, as in Cilla’s case, there was a percentage of them who couldn’t suffer the stress and pain.

Emily was a curiosity in that she seemed to yearn for the experience at least. Now that she’d had it, he was interested in hearing her thoughts. She was a beautiful woman, and he’d desired her company that first evening in Jerry’s shed. He’d accidentally seen everything that she had to be seen, and he’d have made a move there and then if he’d been twenty years younger. He thought he’d be considered just a dirty old man now.

With these thoughts he drifted off into a troubled sleep, waking in the early dawn of Christmas morning to a shaft of bright sunlight as it lanced through the drapes, a haze of mazy particles drifting in its luminous rays. His hand reached out to touch the sheets where she had slept, and he touched the base of his flaccid penis, encrusted then with their mingled ejaculate.

He hadn’t heard her leave. He hoped she didn’t think too harshly of him or that he’d taken advantage of her in any way. He was pleasantly surprised that he’d slept so late, though; it was an unusual occurrence for him, to be sure, and he chalked that up in the column of positivity as a win. He lifted his head and checked the floor for his shorts and shirt. She’d forgotten her thong, and it lay coiled up on the floor at the side of the bed. He needed the bathroom, so he eased himself out of bed, pulled on his polo shirt and shorts and made his way there.

He had a quick shower to clear his head, dried himself off and noticed the damp towel in the linen basket.

“She must have showered before she left,” he thought, smiling as he tucked the corner that overhung the lip of the receptacle back from whence it had flopped out.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, deposited his shirt and shorts in the basket and left the bathroom, returning to the bedroom to find Emily setting up a tray on the bedside table.

“I hope you don’t mind, Tommy,” she said as she stepped over to him, “I was fucking starving, so I made some coffee and toast. You don’t have much to eat in your fridge, do you?”

“I suppose it’s all in the perception, isn’t it?” he said, a wide smile on his face. “Happy Christmas, by the way.”

“Happy Christmas,” she said, kissing him softly.

“I woke up and thought you’d left.”

“I didn’t want to wake you, and I needed a shower in the worst possible way.”

He became conscious of the towel around his waist when he saw her eyes flick downwards just as she turned away to retrieve the tray. He felt a stirring within as his cock began to misbehave, so he got under the covers under the pretext of feeling the cold.

“Are you cold?” she asked as she climbed in beside him, the tray in her hands.

“Just a little,” he said, taking a cup of tea from her. “I’ll turn the heat on in a bit.”

“It’s not that bad. I spoke to my parents; they’re close to being in a food coma.”

“Oh, that’s great, they love their food.”

“Yes, Mam told me to use up what was in the fridge before I went home. Do you fancy some ham for lunch?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” he grinned.

“That wasn’t a euphemism, Tommy,” she grinned.

“I know that,” he said. “When do you go back?”

“My flight’s booked on the 24th of January, but I had been thinking about flying back earlier.”

“Why?”

“Ah, you know yourself, Tommy, less is more where my parents are concerned. I could go back to work next week and hold the time for the summer.”

“You’d probably be wise to do that, Emily. Time is precious and quality holiday time is priceless.”

“They should put that on a picture of the setting sun and mount it in a frame,” she laughed. “You’re a bit of a philosopher, aren’t you?”

“Sorry, I know it sounded a bit morose,” he said. “I didn’t mean it to be. So what are your plans for today, Emily?”

“Nothing really, I’m feeling very mellow this morning, thanks to you.”

“Mellow? That’s a new one.”

“You know what I mean,” she said, her face turning pink.

“I think so. Was it ok for you?”

“It was miles beyond ok, Tommy.”

“Are you sore this morning?”

“I’m a bit tender, that’s all,” she said. “I think it’s understandable.”

“Yes, as long as that’s the extent of it. I’ve heard a few horror stories in my time.”

“Of what?”

“Oh, of women suffering terribly because some ignorant, uncaring moron who thought he was a stud, and she was made of steel.”

“Suffering how?”

“Well, from what I know when talking to doctors about Cilla’s condition, it’s not the same for every woman. Cilla couldn’t take more than four inches, but some can take up to nine or ten,” he said. “However, I’ve read lately that the average is around the four to five inches mark, but when women are aroused this can expand to six or seven.”

“Can I ask what size you are?” she asked.

“Five foot ten.”

“Tommy,” she said, slapping his arm, “you know what I mean.”

“A little less than nine.”

“How do you know how far is far enough?”

“I don’t at first. I know that the first six or seven inches is safe enough; after that it’s just a matter of taking your time to test her limits.”

“Is that what you did last night with me?”

“Yes,” he said, “I didn’t want you to feel any pain.”

“I didn’t,” she reassured him, “what about width or girth?” What’s safe in that case?”

“Again, it’s speculative,” he said. “The accepted research says that a woman can accommodate a penis of up to two and a half inches in diameter comfortably, but the vagina is flexible and retains its integrity; it has to be during childbirth, so I’d imagine three inches should be safe enough, but I wouldn’t like to be the one on the receiving end.”

“You’re not three inches, are you?”

“No, it’s closer to two and a half, although I’ve never actually measured it,” he said, laughing.

“So would we have to do it the same way every time?”

“Not in my experience,” he said. “Towards the end there we were quite animated.”

She blushed and smiled shyly.

“Yes, it was wonderful,” she said, as she collected the tea things and placed the tray on the floor.

She joined him under the covers and cuddled against him. Her hand brushed against the towel and felt the hardness underneath. She eased her hand between his legs and squeezed his inner thigh.

“Would you like me to do something about that for you?” she asked.

“What have you got in mind?”

“I’d love to swallow your come,” she said softly. “Maybe later we could fuck again.”

“What about your tenderness?”

“It’s better now than it was thirty minutes ago. Can we just keep it in mind?”

“What time do you have to leave?”

“The 24th of January.”

TBC