Jane – The Sequel

After a few minutes rest just savouring the relief we had given each other and exchanging a few tender words as lovers do, Jane on top of me and held close by my arms round her back, she lifted her head to look me straight in the eye, grinned knowingly again, and said,

“Well, I don’t know about you, but after that fantastic experience, I’m ready to go all the way, lover. I ache to feel you inside me, and I’m not talking just about your fingers and tongue.”

With that she kind of pulled us both over so that instead of lying across the bed, our legs dangling over the edge, we were more in the centre of the bed, lying up and down. She stayed on top and when we were comfortable, she started to kiss me again, a long sexy kiss, the tips of our tongues exploring each other’s tongues, our lips wide open so that we could discover all the tender sensations of the fleshy inner membranes of our mouths. As she did this she gently lifted her body just enough to slowly rub her breasts back and forward across my chest, her nipples getting tickled and aroused by my chest hair, and in turn her nipples rubbing over and arousing mine. I lay passive and let her continue this sensual movement, and she supported herself on her arms and raised her lower body enough to roll her belly back and forth across my penis and testicles. They had softened a fair deal after our mutual orgasms, but as she built up her all over body massage, my brain could not ignore either what she was doing or what she had just said. My scrotum tightened and came to the stand-by position and my penis responded by rapidly firming up and coming to attention again, fully erect and now not just rolling to and fro against her undulating flesh, but standing its ground and poking against her abdomen as she moved. She was of course only too well aware of the effect she was having on me, and I decided it was time to take a more active part in proceedings.

I brought my hands to the back of her shoulders, and still kissing passionately, I began to stroke her long smooth back. She broke the kiss, and her lips moved to my ear. She breathed into my ear which was such a delicate feeling and quickly followed up with her tongue, licking round the inner folds. My hands had now reached her waist and as she transferred her lips first across my eyelids and then to my other ear, I brought one hand between us and tickled her belly button before running it up to palm one breast and thumb her erect throbbing nipple. The other hand I let fall over her hip and contented myself with just stroking her quietly as now her lips moved down to my neck and she nibbled her way round from one side to the other. Then she pushed herself up with both arms and presented her thrusting breasts at me, perfectly poised at about my arm’s length, and I brought both hands now onto her breasts, tickling, teasing, encircling her aureola before with thumbs and forefingers of each hand, grasping her turgid nipples more firmly and pulling them out and away from the breast, twisting ever so slightly, feeling the blood filling the tips, turning them a deeper shade of red. I knew she could not only stand this treatment of her breasts, but actively enjoyed it from the way she had earlier played with herself. She closed her eyes and threw her head back and her breathing again quickened and deepened, her lips open and her tongue moistening round her ample lips. I did not want to bring her to an orgasm just by stimulating her breasts, so I rolled her over on her back, and lying beside her still, brought my lips down onto hers, before moving my hands away from her breasts and down her body till I could ease her legs apart and play with her swollen sex lips. She herself stretched her thighs wider apart in obvious invitation, and I rolled over on top of her, my body between her legs but supporting myself on my arms, poised above her body. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, then licked her lips and placed her arms above her head with her hands holding the bedhead. Again this statement of her submission and desire and I knew I could keep neither of us waiting much longer. No further foreplay was called for; her labia were open and her juices were flowing copiously. I lowered my body judging the position of my penis in relation to her eager opening, and let the head just brush her clitoris, peeking out from between its folds of skin. I rubbed it up and down a few times which clearly turned Jane on, before sliding it lower. She sensed my intent and raised her pelvis, with the help of her hands levering on the bedhead, and came up to meet me. Now I moved forward very slowly and felt my helmet just slip within her outer lips then I withdrew just to the opening. Again she raised herself and I repeated the manoeuvre, just penetrating her and pulling back but this time not so much. She gasped and bit her lip as a deep flush spread from her neck down towards her breasts, and I pushed forward again, this time further, and simultaneously flexed the penile muscle to increase and decrease the girth within her. I felt her now respond by flexing her vaginal muscles, intent on not letting me tantalise her by withdrawing again, and holding myself still, I dipped my head and started to cover her breasts and sensitive nipples with kisses and nibbling little bites using my lips wrapped round my teeth. Her vaginal muscles now pulsed with a clear message, and without further preamble I took one nipple between my teeth, and immediately thrust forward to bury my erect penis fully in her warm lubricated sheath. She bucked, not in pain but I think in surprise at the double invasion of her nipple and her sex. I now took both breasts in my hands, and with my lips on her long slender neck, struck up an internal rhythm of moving back and forward within her enfolding flesh, but varying it enough to both friction her flesh in an in/out and in a rotational motion as well as continuing to work the muscles to pulse against her. I punctuated my attention to her with twisting and pulling both her breasts and the nipples themselves, biting softly the skin of her neck, and running my hands from her breasts up and down her sides to her hips and back. Her head was lolling from side to side, her fists were clenched tightly around the headboard supports, and she was calling out encouragement amidst squeals of pleasure and gasping for air. I could feel the sensations in my testicles and in the nerves of my penis building towards that moment of release and I deliberately eased the pace, and gently stroked Jane’s body rather than stoking it into a frenzy. Although she realised what I was doing she kept gasping out,

“Oh, lover, that’s incredible, fuck me, fuck me deep, my whole body’s yours, take me, please, I can’t wait to come, give it to me faster, deeper, make me come, please.”

I was not ready for this experience to end just yet, though, and I ramped up my pace again, plunging deep, but not allowing myself to get carried away with the passion of the moment. Then I withdrew almost the whole way back and rotated my penis just inside her sex lips which also meant that my pubic hair rotated to and fro across the erect nubbin of her exposed clitoris. She screamed this time, and again bucked, and I thrust deeper before coming back to playing with her once more. I could tell she was on a plateau of pleasure but desperately wanted to be brought to her orgasm. All this manoeuvring had had its effect on my sexual nervous systems too, and I knew I was ready to complete the task. But I had one more trick up my sleeve. I left the handling of her breasts and reached down to her knees. I saw her open her eyes as I picked each knee up in one of my hands, and bent her legs back up against her body, forcing them outwards as I did so. It was as well she was a supple and fit ex-horsewoman, for she did not even flinch as her buttocks lifted off the bed.