Just a Quickie

She fled laughing from the room and I lay on the four poster waiting, my penis standing up rigid.

She returned, still naked.

"Mmm," she said, looking at my penis, "I can see you're eager, and then almost out of character she said shyly, "Now you can see all of me, do you like me."

"You're lovely," I replied truthfully.

She lay beside me and said, "No quickie this time darling, we've got all night."

She kissed me, gently at first but with increasing hunger as we almost consumed each others lips and tongues.

At last I was able to touch her breasts; to stroke and press them. With directness that I was to learn was characteristic of her she said, "My nipples are nice for sucking."

And they were indeed nice for sucking and I was instructed to suck each nipple in turn in case they got jealous.

"Bite me Robert, hurt me a little," she said.

"I bit her nipple gently."

"Ow...lovely darling, do it to the other one."

The caressing and biting went on for a while until Emma said, "And now I'm going to find out how much you love me; just lie still."

She sat astride me and starting with my penis she began moving up my body, dragging her wet genitals over me.

Then she was above me and I was gazing at her engorged genitals. She placed her fingers on her outer lips and parted them to display the wet red inner lips that seemed to flicker convulsively over the entrance to her vagina.

"Love me," she said, "Lick me...make me come."

She slowly lowered her genitals to my mouth and as I pushed my tongue into her I tasted her sweet love juice, and breathed in her female fragrance.

"Love me," she said again.

Did I love her? For some unknown reason -- probably a fantasy -- I had always told myself that the woman you love always tastes and smells good. I'd given oral sex to other women and always found it slightly distasteful, only performing the act because they seemed to so urgently desire it. I found Emma delicious.

Did that mean I was in love with her?

You will understand that I didn't philosophize on the meaning of love at the time. Emma was moving her wet genitals over my mouth with short, sharp jerks, muttering, "Yes...yes...yes..."

I felt her change position slightly and then I was licking and sucking her clitoris, and then something like pandemonium broke out.

Without any attempt to move away from me or stop her jerking motion she started to wail, "No...don't...don't make me come...stop...stop...I can't stand it (I've often wondered why women tell you to stop when they want you to continue).

Then the plea changed; "Don't stop...don't stop...ohwa...ohwa...help...oh my God...yes...yes..."

I reached up and fondled one of her breasts as she sobbed and screamed above me. She passed over the peak of her climax and gradually subsided. She slid back and then leaned over me, her breasts brushing my chest, her moist lips kissing my face and her hand ruffling my hair.

"What have you done to me you beast?" she sobbed "what have you...oh you poor boy, I've saturated your face," and with that she started to lick my face, lapping up her juice.

She took hold of my penis and said, "I've been cruel haven't I? Never mind, I'm going to make you feel better."

She pulled back my foreskin firmly and gazed at my penis for a few moments and then licked the pre-cum that was coating its head.

"Lovely," she said, and began by sucking the head, and gradually worked her way along my length.

Her sucking was almost as potent as the flexing of her vaginal muscle and to warn her I cried out, "I'm coming...I'm coming."

Other women I'd experienced always pulled away at that point, letting my sperm shoot into the air, but not Emma. She sucked even harder, and I released my cum into her mouth.

I had my hands behind her head, holding her to me. I jerked shot after shot of sperm into her mouth as she tried to swallow. When I finished I took my hands away and she looked up at me, the sperm she had been unable to swallow dangling in glutinous tendrils from the corners of her mouth.

"Feel better darling?" she said thickly.

"Bloody marvelous," I replied.

"Don't swear Robert," she admonished, it's not good for the children.

"But I...we don't have..." then in mid sentence I remembered that she taught primary school kids.

"I'll just go and...and..."

She didn't finish what she was saying because she hurried from the bedroom. I assumed she had gone to wash out her mouth.

She returned after about five minutes and snuggled up against me.

I fondled her breasts as I asked, "Why did you drive all that way out into the forest for us to..."

"Logic darling...logic; you were supposed to catch the nine o'clock train. It was about fifteen minutes to nine when we came out of the restaurant. If I'd driven back here you'd have known I was up to something, so I had to take you by surprise."

She paused for a moment and then said, "It wasn't a very good idea was it?"

"It was a very"...my God that word was coming up again..."a very loving idea."

"I wanted to be sure," she said. "All day I thought you wanted me, so I thought a quickie would tell me what I wanted to know."

"Did you plan all this in advance?" I asked.

"Not exactly," she said cautiously. "I remembered how you felt about me when you first...well...when you were thirteen or fourteen."

"You knew?" I gasped.

"Of course I knew. A woman can tell when a guy is horny for her, and I know why you've been avoiding me for the past couple of years."

"You do?"

"Yes; you've been afraid of making a move with me and me rejecting you."

"Ah, yes," I replied, not really sure that she was correct, but adding, "Can I do it too you again?"

"You couldn't," she gasped, "you've come twice already."

"Three times," I added silently, remembering the masturbating in the shower.

Aloud I said, "I think I could fuck you from now to eternity."

"You might regret those words," she replied as I sank my penis into her vagina that immediately began its crocodile gripping.

I didn't regret those words, nor did she.

I think it was about three o'clock in the morning when I finally emptied my testes into her. I slept peacefully with Emma curled against me.

* * * * * * * *

I was rudely shaken awake by Emma, who said, "You'll have to catch the eight fifteen if you're going to attend that lecture. You'll need a shower, we both smell abominably of sex."

I groaned into life and staggered to the shower.

Emma had a breakfast of egg and bacon ready and I ate voraciously.

When I finished I said, "I don't want to go, Emma."

"You must," she said, "but will you come back next weekend?"

"You want me to?"

"Well of course I want you to, you silly boy, I've got to be sure."

"Sure of what?"

"Of...oh never mind, just come next weekend; oh, and don't forget the books."

"Have we got time for another quickie?" I asked.

She glanced up at the wall clock and replied, "Yes, but it will have to be quick if you're going to catch that train."

She took off her panties and tugged up her skirt. I went close to her and she impaled herself on me. There were a few seconds of gasping and groaning as I shot into her. When I'd finished Emma sighed, "My God Robert, you are potent, I've chosen well."

"Chosen...?

"Here take these, we've got to go."

She thrust some books at me and then hustled me out to the car. Arriving at the station she came to the platform with me, she was clinging on to my arm. I could see the train coming down the line and Emma flung her arms round me and kissed me, much to the amusement of the waiting passengers.

"Next weekend," she said."

"I'll come early...I'll come on Friday evening after lectures."

"Let me know which train," she said as I got into the carriage.

* * * * * * * *

Unlike the Sunday train the Monday morning train was filled with grim looking going-to-work commuters. By the time we got half way to the CBD people were already standing, and by the time we reached the station where I was to alight the carriage was packed to suffocation point.

Emma had let mum know which train I was going to catch, and so she was waiting for me with the car. As I got in her first words were, "Did you bring the books?"

At home I changed and gathered my things ready to attend the lecture. There was time for a cup of tea, and that was when mum asked me how I'd enjoyed my time with Emma.

I was careful how I answered that saying, "Oh it was okay, quite pleasant really."

"Good, I'd like you and Emma to be good friends. After all, she's always been very generous with you."

"Yes...yes she has. By the way, she's invited me to visit her again next weekend."

Mum's eyebrows shot upwards. "Really, are you going?"

Trying to sound casual I replied, "I think so; she seems to appreciate the company, and there are some nice walks in the forest."

"Become a nature lover have you?" mum said, and added a bit huffily, "I didn't think Emma lacked company."

"Mum, you did say you'd like me and Emma to be friends so..."

Dad came into the room and mum said to him, "Robert says he's been invited to visit Emma again next weekend."

"Lucky him."

"What does that mean?"

Dad grinned; "Perhaps Emma's got the hots for him."

"Don't be so crude," mum protested, "Emma's wouldn't..."

"Or perhaps he's got the hots for her."

"Really Harold," mum exploded, "I'm sure Robert and Emma would never do anything..."

"I'm late for work," dad said untruthfully because he was on the afternoon shift that week, and fled the house thereby avoiding mum's mounting ire.

"Really, your father can be so..."

"I'll be going straight there after Friday lectures," I said, adding fuel to mum's fire.

"You're not up to something with her are you?" mum asked suspiciously. "I know about Emma and men."

"What would I be up to with Emma?" I asked ingenuously.

Mum's face flushed and she stammered, "Well...well...you could be...you might...come on we've got to get to the university."

Mum drove us to the university but the parking situation was so horrendous we might just as well have left the car in the garage and walked there because by the time we'd found a parking space it was so far away it was about the same distance. Perhaps there was something to living in the outer suburbs after all, especially if you worked in the suburb and didn't have to use those commuter trains.

I sneaked into the lecture ten minutes late and got a fierce look from the lecturer. I might just as well not have bothered to attend since my mind was full of Emma and her crocodile grip.

For the rest of the week I continued in a state of dreaminess over Emma and felt constantly irritated because Friday never seemed to arrive. It might have been a mistake, but I didn't seek relief from sexual tension with any of my regulars, and I only masturbated once, having decided that I must store up sexual potency for Emma.

I telephoned Emma to let her know which train I would be catching, and she told me mum had rung her, asking about my coming visit. "She's suspicious," Emma said, "but I didn't give anything away. I just told her that we had discovered a mutual interest in nature, which I suppose is true."

I didn't need to be told that mum was suspicious and dad kept giving me suggestive winks.

I suppose mum was just behaving like a lot of mothers; no girl is good enough for their son. I suppose they think that the only woman good enough was themselves, which makes for some interesting contemplation on the feelings mothers have for their sons.

I admit it was a bit different in my case because the "aunt" fiction had always been maintained, and Emma was quite a bit older than me. But then, the news is that young guys these days seem to prefer older women. Having now experienced one I understood why.

* * * * * * * *

I caught the four thirty train which was just before the commuter rush hour. It was another old rattle trap but it eventually got me to the station and waiting Emma.

I was trembling with anticipation as I got off the train. Emma made a big hugging deal of greeting me and she was trembling as well. She seemed to be in a hurry as she drove me to her place.

We had barely got inside the house when she grabbed me and kissed me and said, "Quick darling, I need you, just a quickie before we eat."

It was certainly a "quickie." All Emma did was to take off the trousers of the pant suit she was wearing and her panties and lay on the bed with her legs spread wide. I didn't even bother to remove my jeans. I simply got my already erect penis out and penetrated her.

Like me she was thoroughly worked up, her vagina hot and wet, and as soon as I was deep in her she gave me the crocodile treatment. I know it's probably not correct, but I always felt that the grip sucked the sperm out of me.

Whatever the case we were both groaning and wailing within seconds as I spurted my cum into her.

When she had recovered Emma said, "God, I needed that, let's have something to eat."

I contemplated a very interesting weekend ahead.

I suppose that weekend we were engaged in feeling each other out -- in both senses of that phrase. I can recall that at one stage Emma said, "I'm a bit of a nymphomaniac you know."

"Nymphomaniac," I yelped.

"Only a bit, darling," she chuckled, "it's just that I like lots of sex; would you like to try coming between my breasts, I know some men like that?"

It was after I'd finished coming and I was still sitting astride Emma that I took up her words, "some men like that."

Cautiously because I didn't want to foreclose on this sexual cornucopia too soon I asked, "Er...Emma, about other men..."

"Oh yes," she said cheerfully, "there's been a few...darling, would you mind getting off me now and pass me some tissues, I want to clean up my face."

I got the tissues and playing the gentleman once again I carefully removed my sperm from her face.

When I'd finished and was lying beside her fondling her breasts she said, "You were asking about other men, you're not jealous are you?"

"I was, but I wasn't going to admit it, so I said, "No, I was just curious; they didn't last did they?"

She sighed and said, "No, not for long. You see it was often a matter of stamina."

"Stamina?"

"Yes, well, if they can't get it up more than once in twenty four hours what's it going to be like later on in a relationship? All right, I admit that some of them dumped me because they said I was too demanding, and none of them seemed to be willing to give me what I want..."

"Lots of sex?"

"Yes," she said, "that and other things."

"What other things?" I asked, anxious in case I also failed to give them to her.

"Ah, we can deal with that later," she said, avoiding the question.

"But..."

"You do like it with me, don't you Robert?"

"Well of course I do," I answered sincerely, "it's the best sex I've ever had."

"Wonderful," she said enthusiastically, "I think we're going to suit each other very nicely."

I felt relieved because it sounded as if I was going to enjoy her for some time into the future.

She had been fondling my penis and she suddenly cried out, "My God Robert you're not horny again already, are you?"

"I'm afraid so," I replied.

"Then I'd better fix it for you, darling, and make sure I have an orgasm, and don't pull out of me until you're certain I've finished; a lot of men pull out too soon and it's very frustrating to be left stranded."

I didn't leave her stranded that time, or at any other time that weekend.

* * * * * * * *

If you think we spent the whole weekend fucking, then you're wrong. We did go for a hike, but we didn't go to the posh restaurant because Emma prepared the meals -- well I did do some peeling and slicing.

It all looked very comfortable and almost domestic, but one problem loomed; the next weekend, and at the rate we were going other weekends into the foreseeable future. It had to become obvious, mum and dad would know what we were doing.

When I raised this with Emma she got quite stern and said, "Robert, we're both adults and can make up our own minds what we want to do. I got that telephone call from your mother, and although she has always been like an older sister to me, she was oozing with motherly jealousy. If you think I'm worth visiting and making love with, then..."

"Of course you're worth visiting," I protested, and almost added, "I love you," but I was still wary of the love business; it often meant commitment and although I'd have liked Emma to be committed to me, I wasn't sure that I wanted to be committed to her, long term; such was my selfish ambivalence.

On the other hand Emma became an obsession with me and for the next couple of weekends I visited her. My parents went very quiet on the subject, probably thinking they'd open a Pandora's Box if they said anything.

I'm not sure, but I think mum probably thought, "He'll get over her, or she'll get over him." And dad's attitude seemed to be, "Good luck to him."

The procedure with Emma was usually the same, a quickie as soon as we got into the house. I don't think Emma had engaged in sex during the week, and I certainly hadn't -- that was odd because I'd never been so reticent before. I was infatuated with Emma, and if that was bad sign, I reveled in it.

* * * * * * * *

Now I must say, Emma had not really been frank with me. It was after one of our quickies that she announced, "You've done it, darling."

"Have I -- what?"

"I'm fairly sure I'm pregnant...what's the matter, you've gone very pale."

"Pregnant," I gasped.

"Yes," she said calmly -- her cool was amazing considering her announcement -- "isn't it wonderful"

"Wonderful," I expostulated, "I...I...what are we going to do?"

"I don't know what we are going to do," she replied, sounding somewhat aggrieved, "but I know what I'm going to do."

"What?" I asked.

"I'm going to have a baby of course. What are you getting so upset about?"

"Upset, of course I'm upset, I can't..."

"I'm not asking you to," she responded haughtily. "I can look after myself and a baby."

"But money, I haven't got..."

"Oh don't be so dense Robert, I know you haven't. I've got all the money I need, mum left me well off when she died so..."

If some of the girls I'd been with got pregnant there would have been all hell let loose..."My God Emma, you planned it."

"You should have been more observant Robert," she admonished me. "Did you use a condom?"

"No."

"I'm not on the pill and did you see me insert a diaphragm?"

"No."

"Well what did you expect?"

"I didn't expect...how is it you didn't get pregnant with those other men?"

"Because I did use a diaphragm you silly boy."

"But why...why me?"

"Why me...why me," she mimicked. "Looking for an ego trip are you?"

"No but..."

"All right, I'll tell you. First, because I've always been fond of you, and..."

"Fond of me!"

"Don't interrupt Robert. Second I fancied you like hell when you first started to get horny over me. Third, I'm likely to remain fertile for a long time yet, but I thought I'd better get started now."

"Started, do mean you're going to have more?"

"Yes, and I told you not to interrupt, and fourthly, and here's your ego trip, I thought with your looks I'd have a chance of getting a good looking child."

"And who are you going to have the others with," I said sneeringly.

Unexpectedly Emma began to weep. "That was a beastly thing to say, Robert."

"Really, and why is that?"

"I thought it would be with you."

That floored me. What could you say to a woman that actually wants to have babies with you? In that moment it occurred to me that this was as higher compliment as a woman could pay you.

I felt a lump in my throat, and I was having difficulty breathing. I put my arms round her and said, "Don't cry Emma...please don't cry...I didn't mean...of course its lovely that you want a baby with me, but I didn't expect..."