I busied myself cleaning up the breakfast dishes, pots and pans. Lolita

had said to leave them for her, but it was something to do. It would

only take a few minutes.

Then I began wandering around the house wondering where Angie had

disappeared to. I found her in Lolita’s bedroom, looking through the

things Lolita had given us a glance of, in her “toy” cabinet.

When she saw me come in, Angie said: “I wonder if we’ll get around to

using some of these this weekend.”

“I don’t know.” I replied. “None of these seem to be enema-related.”

Angie picked up a dildo. It was soft rubber, and was sculpted fairly

accurately to represent a penis. Accurately, that is, except for the

size. It was a full fourteen inches long and about two inches in

diameter.

“Gee,” she said, “This is big! Are there really men who have penises

this big?”

“I guess it’s possible,” I commented, “but they’d be more the exception

than the rule.”

“I don’t know if I’d be able to take something that big.” she said. I

remained silent.

“I’ve never even had a real one inside me.”

“I know.” I said. “You mentioned that last night.”

Angie turned to face me. “Would you like to be the first?”

“Who wouldn’t? I said. “You’re a beautiful woman. But there’s a slim

chance of that. I’m sure you’ll find a young, virile handsome man to

sweep you off your feet.”

“That wasn’t a question...” Angie said, “It was an invitation.”

“Me?” I feigned astonishment. “Angie, I’m way too old for you. Why, I

have a daughter who’s older than you!”

“True.” She admitted. “But that means you have experience, and you

probably know how to do it with class and polish.”

She came closer to me and gave me a longing look. Then she reached up

and pulled me to her, giving me a soft, hungry kiss.

“Please? Will you teach me?” she pled. “Please?”

I didn’t reply, but gave her a soft, probing kiss, pressing her to me.

She responded by grinding her pelvic area against mine, returning the

kiss passionately, desperately.

I ran my hands up and down Angie’s back, slowly, touching here, kneading

there, finding that the firm cheeks of her backside were a nice fit for

my hands. I kissed and licked her on the neck and played with her ear,

nibbling at her lobe and sighing my warm breath at the sensitive opening.

“Ohhh...” She whispered, “I want you...”

And she kneeled on the floor and fumbled with the fly on my shorts,

finally managing to release my already turgid member. She went to take

it in her mouth, and I gently pushed her head away.

“No, Baby,” I said. “I don’t want you to do that. Not yet. I want you to

enjoy this session for yourself...”

Angie looked up at me quizzically.

“What I mean is,” I continued, “I want you to relax and enjoy, and let

me do the work.

“O.K.” she said quietly, smiling.

I pulled her back on her feet and kissed her again, gently, as I reached

up and unbuttoned her blouse. She pushed down on my already loose pants,

and I stepped out of them. Then I pushed her shorts down, and she

followed suit.

I unhooked her bra, releasing her beautiful globes. Her tiny nipples

were erect, and stood out plainly from her quarter-sized areoles. She

pushed down her panties which, I could see, had a soaking wet crotch.

I gently guided her to the bed and sat her down, then proceeded to

finish undressing myself. Then I joined her at the bed. We made

ourselves comfortable, and once again began kissing and exploring one

another’s bodies with our hands. I then positioned myself above her and

began kissing her neck and shoulders, moving slowly down to her breasts,

which she offered to me by arching her back, I licked her areoles and

flicked my tongue at her nipples, educing moans and sighs from Angie...

My mouth continued its downward progress, as I French-kissed her navel,

probing it with my tongue.

One of my hands found her hirsute mound, which I stroked gently, as my

middle finger parted her lips and began exploring the entry to her

womanhood.

“Oooohhh!” She moaned. “Yess! Please!”

I positioned myself between her legs and began exploring her outer lips

with my tongue. I easily located her swollen clitoris, and began licking

it and sucking on it gently. Angie responded by making animal sounds and

movements, her lower body twitching, and randomly uttering moans, sighs

and mews.

As my tongue played with Angie’s clitoris, my finger slowly, gently,

began probing the entry to her womanhood. There I felt the delicate

tissue, the flower of her womanhood, that which she was so anxious for

me to rend forever. As my tongue worked its pleasant task, I pondered as

to which way would be the best, most painless way to accomplish this

task. I concluded that for this occasion to have any meaning, I should

do it in the traditional manner.

Angie’s movements and mutterings told me that she was nearing orgasm, so

I removed my finger end let my tongue complete its job with relish and

fresh dedication. It was not long after that, that she finally stiffened

and, uttering loud animal noises, involuntarily indicated that her

orgasm was at hand. She reached down and grasped a hank of my hair,

pulling my head against her crotch and after one long loud grunt,

collapsed, panting, and relaxing her hold on my hair.

I raised my head and looked at my young lover. She lay there, still

catching her breath, with a blissful look on her face.

I quickly and quietly got up, and with dispatch went to the ‘exam’ room

and brought back some blue surgical towels. It wouldn’t do to leave

blood stains on Lolita’s comforter. I made a pad out of a couple of the

towels, and gently motioned for Angie to raise her hips so I could

locate the pad in the appropriate place to catch any spillage.

Then I placed myself on all fours above Angie, and looked probingly into

her eyes. I said:

“You can still change your mind, baby.” And I kissed her forehead.

“No.” she replied, “I want you to be the one to make a woman of me. And

I want you to do it now!”

I kissed her slowly, soulfully in the mouth, as I lowered myself on to

her and poised my rock-hard member at the entrance to her still-virgin

vagina. As I felt that I was ready to plunge into her, Angie anticipated

my move, placed her hands behind my bottom and, with a sudden force,

jerked her pelvic area up against me, as she pulled me to her.

“Aahh!” she shouted, as she impaled herself.

And I knew I was inside her hot canal. There was no backing out now. It

was done.

I began slow easy strokes, feeling her tightness, and as I moved, I felt

the remaining resistance give way as she responded with movements of her

own.

“Ohhh!” She whispered hotly into my ear. “Yesss! That feels good!”

And it felt good to me as well. Never before had I experienced the act

of deflowering a woman; the tightness was exquisite as her womanhood

grasped my penis.

I continued my slow strokes for a while, with Angie meeting me half way

every time. But soon, the animal instinct in both of us took over, and

neither one of us was in full control of our actions. The pace quickened

as impending ecstasy loomed ponderously ahead.

Angie’s upward strokes became jerky as she began panting and mewing once

again. My thrusts quickened as the pressure in my groin increased.

Angie threw her legs around my waist as she captured me in a pincer like

hold, and she thrusted, ever faster, against me.

Then, as if by magic, she stiffened and once again signaled an orgasm as

my own thrusting became shallow jerking and I released my pent up semen

inside her, my prostate pulsating as it sent my fluid into her.

Angie’s legs released their hold on me and I collapsed on the bed beside

her. I stroked her head, her neck, and ran my hand down her back,

petting her as I would a purring cat. I kissed her gently in the mouth

and on her forehead, as she lay there, a blissful smile on her glowing

face.

“Thank you.” She murmured.

And we fell asleep.