Matty Scores a Hat-trick - Sex Stories

Matty Scores a Hat-trick

... that's what you're licking. Some women can only experience an orgasm when the clitoris is stimulated. Now that you've done a bit of exploring down there you should be able to find the vaginal opening with your fingers. Carefully slide two fingers inside and feel around a bit. We'll come back another time to the inner geography.'

If this boy hired out his tongue and fingers he'd make a fortune, and my self-control was at its limit. I thought that, for both of us, it was now time for the main course. I knew that I should manage my expectations - first times were not renowned for marathon performances. His cock had maintained its rigidity and was oozing his entry permit.

'You can try coming inside me now Matty; I'll help you find the way in.' I took hold of his cock and guided it home. It slid in beautifully. Contrary to expectation he didn't explode on entry, just lifted himself onto his elbows and leant to kiss me. I took his tongue into my mouth and sucked it in as far I could, letting out a muffled cry as he began to work his way into my cunt: in, out, left, right, up, down - a search-and-rescue dog couldn't have worked harder or with more purpose. I let myself climax: one of those quiet, melty times when you lose consciousness of skin, flesh and bones and are absorbed into one lake of sensation. He came soon after. His cry was one of surprise.

He burst into tears and buried his face in my shoulder. My maternal instinct caused a flood of tenderness, and I squeezed ...

... him hard. 'Well done,' I murmured into his ear, 'as long as you don't forget that you're doing this as much for your partner as for yourself, you'll make a wonderful lover. I hope you felt it lived up to expectation?'

'Thank you Jenny. I can't put my feelings into words: it was not like anything I've felt or experienced before, so no comparisons.' He paused a moment, then 'You are beautiful, and I love you.'

'Hey, steady on old chap! I happen to be 35 years older than you - almost old enough to be your granny. Save these feelings for someone you could share a life with; someone nearer your own age. I know that's being a spoilsport, but it was never going to be more than a few underarm deliveries, if you recall.'

I probably sounded very schoolmistressy, but I couldn't let this get out of hand.

'Yes, I'm sorry,' (pause) 'Can I have another go?'

I laughed, thinking it was safer to treat it lightly. 'No you can't. You've just hit a six and you'll have to be satisfied with that. You can't treat me like a fairground ride. You can open your innings again soon.' No-one can mix a metaphor like me!

We got up, cleaned ourselves as best we could without a shower, and dressed. I took him by the hand and led him downstairs and towards the front door.

'Give me a cuddle before you go. I'll see you here again in a week's time, if you like,' I told him as I stroked his hair out of his eyes and gave him a maternal kiss on the cheek.

'Oh yes please! Do I have to wait that ...