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MartineMartine By: Doctor Wankenstein Martine Back in 1978 I was a very innocent lad, really, not that I’dadmit it. I’d had a few girlfriends, at school, one for 18 months 1973-5, the lovely Debbie, but this was snogging and boobs only, and one little feel of her pussy ever,(Debbie to be revisited in “After So Long” in 2001) and including just one sha9, Sara at 15, then one “adult” relationship at 18, lasting six months in the heady summer of ’76, with a 19 year old mother, Sue, who provided sha9s #2 to #400 ,approximately, and my first wonderful wonderful blow job. After Sue, a complete desert apart from the older woman Jane (3/6/77) until…………….. Quite a remarkable evening, in 1978. I was 20. It was a Saturday night and after a night in the wine bar in Birmingham, I had managed to get snog , and date for the following night with one Medina, who was the apple of my desire, at the time. She was a touch older than me, much more experienced and with a shaved pussy, so she said, which I never did get to see. I was on the bus on the way home to Sheldon, and met another one time member of our wine bar crowd, Martine. She was a good deal older than me, perhaps 27 or 28, and she seemed light years older, very well spoken and intelligent, and she lived in a flat very close to me, opposite my morning bus stop. We had some history, one very memorable (to me) birthday snog, and herboxer boyfriend , (a lookalike of the curly haired Jock in Carrie), had punched me, on a riverboat shuffle , after I made the mistake of acknowledging her as she passed. She was blonde, and very attractive, with big boobs, and about my height, and as I say her appeal lay in the fact she could eat me for breakfast. She’d often taken delight in winding me up, verbally, when we were out. Martine had been out drinking also, and was rather more drunk than I. She was very friendly, I think she felt a bit guilty about the punching, and when we reached our stop, she invited me to come and see the flat. I first managed to establish she did NOT live there with the boyfriend, she shared with another girl. Phew. So, we went to her flat, which was very low lit, and packed with antiques and art. Very mature! After a few minutes , she said she was hungry. In those days I never felt like eating after drinking (this was to change!) She suggested we go to a Chinese, the Wing Wa, a couple of hundred yardsup the road. As I say , I never felt like eating after drinking, so I had a Chinese soup and a pint of lager (to go nicely with all the wine), as I watched her eat this curried chicken leg. I expected us to part, after this, but she invited me back again, for a drink. So… we went back again to the flat, and she gave me the grand tour,including her bedroom, very basic with a single bed against the wall. I gathered then the flatmate was actually the owner, and Martine was a lodger. I sat back in the lounge, on a chair, looking through her LP collection. She came in again, with a dog, a nice golden spaniel, I think it was. I noticed she’d taken her tights off. She had calf length boots on. She’d taken her tights off, and put the boots back on. I thought this was very odd, but it did cross my mind that she thought I’d be able to get her clothes off more easily that way, and that she might want me to. As she sat on a sofa and stroked her dog, I crossed the room and knelt down, and stroked it too. It wasn’t long before I was stroking her. Smoothie that I was, I managed to manoeuvre in to kiss her. This was when I realised how out of my depth I was. I felt like a schoolboy when I kissed her. I just seemed like she had no teeth at all, just a melting cavern of tongue and lips. Instant hard on. These were the days of skin tight jeans, and none more skin-tight than mine. It was er..painfully obvious, too. I was kneeling between her knees kissing her, we were both still fully dressed, as Joe Cocker croaked “Jamaica Say You Will” . She was making the running, now, pulling my t shirt up and off, over my head. As we broke the kiss, she whispered “I’ve got a little confession to make” “What ? I asked “We’d had a lot of wine one night and Sue told me all about you andher..and what güvenilir bahis şirketleri your cock is like and everything” “Oh…Oh” I stammered “It’s okay, it’s okay” she said “don’t panic. She said you were wonderful……I just wanted to find out. I’m sorry, I’m pissed!” She reached down and ran her hand along the edge of my hard cock, through my jeans. I gasped, she gasped “Oh” she breathed. My nerves were starting to fray, I was feeling a little sick even. Just then the front door opened, there was a lobby in between, so we had a little time to compose ourselves, before Martine’s flatmate came in. She was a tall, elegant woman, about 30 or so, and she was pissed, boy was she pissed (*drunk). “Oooh” she giggled “don’t mind me, I’m sure” and still giggling, walked, well…. tottered… through the lounge to her bedroom, and closed the door. As she closed the door I saw her look over her shoulder and mouth something to Martine, who received and understood whatever it was, but I was not included. “Nothing” she said, when I asked what she’d said, and then Martine resumed snogging me, and I wasn’t objecting. Her bare (apart from the boots) legs were wrapped around my waist. Her crotch was rubbing hard against the bulge of my cock. “Come on” she said, and grabbed my hand, and led me into her bedroom, asmall affair with a single bed, complete with 70’s candlewick bedspread, and teddy bears. She threw the bears off the bed with a sweep of her arm, and not waiting for me, pulled her t shirt off over her head, and unhooked her bra. The titties that emerged were both very large, and very perky. She was breathing very very heavily, and continued to undo her (very dated even then) suede mini skirt, which she stepped out of, to reveal a nice big pair of 70’s knickers. Not bothering with the boots, she pulled these off, very quickly, before dropping to her knees in front of me. “Come ON! Fucking hell. Have I got to do everything?” she hissed Withthat she was scrabbling at my zip, as I undid my belt for her, in seconds my jeans (and appalling nylon Y fronts) were round my ankles, and I was struggling to get my shoes off. She impatiently threw the tangled clothing across the room. As I wriggled my toes out of my sock, meanwhile the head of my cock – with her hand wrapped around just behind it – was entering her mouth. Having not had sex for well over a year (previous episode Jane Tew, the day before Jubilee Day 1977), nor even a touch from anyone, you’d think I would be on a hair trigger, but copious amounts of wine and a severe case of “olderwomanangst” meant the reverse was very much the case. The mouth that had hosted the incredibly memorable kiss was equally at home pleasuring my dick, it was incredible. Even better than Sue, my 19 year old “older woman” ( I was 18) who would still be top 10 at the old horatio, and had been, up to that point, my only experience of. It was then removed from her mouth, licked up and down, down to my balls, which were sucked, another first for me, (and sucked quite hard). I gasped. “Don’t come” she whispered. I’d got no intention. “that’s enough fornow” she grinned and moved back onto the bed, lying across it, and spread her legs. There was something of a black forest gateaux going on. Very very furry and gooey. Good god. Her fingers were in place, spreading everything out. I have to say I’d never seen one in such extreme close up before. Sue had been so incredibly horny, but very shy about her body, after having had a baby, and generally always keeping the lights off. Martine was an entirely different affair. “Lick my fanny ?” she asked, good naturedly She smelt fine, really, subtly garlicky, but hey. Hint of soy. The gooey floods were pulled apart for me to suck on, before the main course of her clitty , manually spread open (well the hood, you know) and I was painstakingly instructed on how to lick it, with her watching every little move, like a hawk. My previous experience of “Charlie” (Charlie Mingus) added up to about one minute, split between two occasions: Firstly Sara Austen in Brueton Park, shortly prior to my first shag, and then a moment or two with Sue, when I realised she bets10 smelt far too bad for me to anywhere near it. “Come on, come on” she kept whispering over and over again. Then sheshifted to lie down the length of the bed, and lifted her knees. “Come on, get on me” she grunted “fuck me” I needed no second bidding. I took myself in hand and moved in, she grabbed it off me and guided me in, pulling me deep into her, where I was firmly locked in place. “Oh god …..mmmm ..big cock, Derek. Come on, I want all of it. Hard. Don’t ……be …..(gasp) gentle” I proceeded into her at maximum speed “God mmmm yeah” she moaned, repeatedly . I’m sure I wasn’t that good,just quite big, and young; and she was just so turned on by the situation, and the fact that (virtually) a teenager was shagging her. She was snug, basically from superb muscle control, and my rather tight foreskin was bunched up rather uncomfortably behind my head, but I think the friction was doing it’s job for her, as indeed the discomfort for me was fending off my orgasm. “Hang on” she gasped “let me turn over” she pulled me out for a moment and flipped swiftly over onto all fours. Sue had been a big fan of the doggy so I was conversant. I grabbed the bas of my cock and pushed it back into her sopping wet pussy. “Mmf” she grunted, grabbing the headboard of her little bed to hold on to. “grab my hips, grab my hips” she insisted “slam it in. Oh..oh….” I held her hip with one hand and with the other reached down to scoop up the nearest of the big titties that were swinging below, and which I had not yet been given access, really. “You can fuck my arse if you want?” she enquired. This was quite the first time I had been offered the opportunity and notwithstanding the fact I hadn’t got a clue what to do, I didn’t know what to say either. “no…no, not into it” I said, man of the world as I was. “Mmm MMMMM MMMMmmm, that’s it, going to come going to come , going to come” she announced, and with much theatre, she did. Grabbing her own tits, then placing a hand over her pussy to pleasure herself. With much grunting and pushing back into me, she came, and came, and came, her muscles spasming over and over. I kept thrusting, on, only the discomfort of my rumpledforesksin to keep my climax at bay. She was leaking come all over my balls, as I kept thrusting into her collapsed body. She looked back over her shoulder at me, her face on fire. “Where do you want to come? ” “I dunno” I gasped “Come over my tits” she panted, “pull out. Don’t come inside me, I’m not on the pill” I pulled back out of her, and she flipped over onto her back, and she grabbed my cock, pulling me up to be astride her , with my cock level with her breasts, pulling it with gusto. “Come on” she whispered “let’s have it” My hips furiously pumped her hand. “Unhh” my body bucked and trembled as a great deal of pent up frustration was made liquid and pumped over her hand and her tits, ending up slumped over her, and hanging onto the wall for support! “Oh that’s it that’s it” she moaned , rubbing my spent cock between her big breasts. It was heaven. “Mmmf” was about all I could say After we’d got our breath back she led me across the lounge to the bathroom, where she insisted we shower together. She spent a lot of time assisting me, and cleaning me up. As we left and went back towards her room, my cock was getting hard again, I was trying to conceal it, but it was hopeless! “You’ve got to go and see my friend now” giggled Martine I gasped “Wh – what?” After I’d protested, and said I couldn’t go in in that state. It wasobvious, nervous though I was, that my cock in no way agreed, and was in the mood to party, all night. Martine led me to the door of the room, opened it, and pushed me in. “Hi” said the landlady “I’m Jo… um I thought you might have some clothes on, and look at you ! ” I had my hands in front of my erection, but she stood, and walked unsteadily towards me, and pulled my hands away. She was stark naked, by the way. “God, that’s a sight isn’t it?” she grinned , looking down at it. My face was scarlet – puce. Her hand luxuriously wrapped around it. “It’s got a real big knob on the end” she bets10 giriş cooed, she let go and moved to stand behind me. She was taller than I. She took my right hand and wrapped it, where hers had been. I could feel her hot breath on my shoulder, as she looked over my shoulder. “Have a little wank” she whispered “I want to watch you” I grew even redder as my hand began to move slowly on the shaft. “Mmmmmm….” she moaned, in my ear, and she took a buttock in each hand and stroked and kneaded them. Shivers ran down my back. “god you’ve got a lovely aRSE” she giggled, her hard nipples, raking my back. “Come and lie on the floor for me” she said, and I did, in the middle of the room, where she showed me. She got down and astride me, astride my chest. She moved up until her crotch was over my face. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to be really greedy” she said, as she lowered herself onto my face “I want you to lick my cunt” she groaned. I barely had time for a splutter. She was soaking, dripping in fact. Not as bushy a bush as her flatmate. She also smelt sweeter than Martine had, however, very very clean. As the sticky lips covered my nose, and my tongue snaked up the valley to try to dig her clit out. Not much digging required. You could hardly miss it. I was dimly aware of her going at her breasts as I licked her. This was Charlie (Mingus) number 4 of 4, and 2 of them within the last hour. In short I had not a clue what I was doing. “stick your t t t ongue out a bit more” she whispered, and proceeded to grind herself against it with gusto. Then she was gone, off my face and moving down my body, her long legs astride me. Her crotch now hovering over my groin. My cock was rock hard and up against my belly, I know some stick out horizontally, but mine doesn’t. She grabbed it, and pulled it upwards, and into her. She was , as I said, dripping wet and scalding hot too. I groaned loudly as she sat down onto it. “oh ..baby that feels good” she moaned “what’s your name?” “Derek” I said “You’ve got a big fat cock, haven’t you, Derek? MMmmmm, and it’s right up my cunt..Fucking me oh jees, that’s hitting the spot. Christ I love it” she rode me at a canter. “I have not had sex for nearly two years” she panted “so I needed to…. jump on you” She was very attractive, very tall, slim and toned, short auburn hair, sort of elfin faced, with nice pert little tittles, very very proud (rock hard in fact) nipples. She took my hands “Here, like this, grab my arse” she said, she placed my hands on her buttocks and had me spread her arse. She continued to ride me with gusto. “Push me right down onto it” she coached “Make me take the full length ” she groaned , then “I’m going to come” she moaned And she did, grinding her hot little cunt against my groin, whilst looking deep into my eyes. As she finished trembling she raised herself up and pulled my cock out. After er. reseating herself on me, she pushed it back inside or so I thought, it felt a little different. “Little treat for you” she grinned I must have looked puzzled “You know it’s up my BUM!!?” she giggled I hadn’t a clue , but once I did two conflicting things happened, firstly half of me wanted to get it the hell out of her arsehole, but the other half wanted to COME up there, and I mean immediately. Guess which won? Oh yes, quite against my will, as it were, my painfully hard cock bucked and deposited a huge load of boiling spunk way up inside her bum. She kind of screwed her herself down onto it. She leaned into my face. “You’ve come up my bottom, naughty boy” she grinned After a glas of wine, she took me into the shower, and for the second time of the evening, I was thoroughly washed, this time by a complete stranger. Youth being what it is, I got another hard on, which my new friend skilfully sucked off for me, outside the shower, and when I’d come, which was the quickest time of the evening, oddly enough she rolled the deposits around in her mouth for me to see, before swallowing. And with that, and promises to “we must do this again” and I was about to ask if I could have a threesome with the both of them sometime , but I chickened out, and I was sent to walk home, with my jelly legs, the half mile back to my parents, where I crept in. It never did happen again, despite my calling around sometimes. I saw Martine at work, but she never broached the subject, so I filed it under one offs, to be journalised 35 years later. .

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