The Vicars Wife (Part 4)
After what appeared to be an eternity, but was probably only about 5 seconds, I looked at her and stuttered another apology. She seemed to calm down a bit and stopped shaking and her face began to lose its flustered crimson tinge. She smiled at me and asked if I was OK. What sort of question is that, I thought to myself, but just nodded, still hard and erect. She then took what little control she had and told me to follow her upstairs. She guided me, hobbling, to one of the guest bedrooms and told me to lay on the bed. So here I was, laying flat on the bed with a raging hard on and not knowing what to do. She whispered to me that she would take care of me if I promised not to ever tell anyone. I nodded and let her take control. she was wearing a summer skirt, a low cut T-shirt, more for comfort than for effect, she was not that kind of lady, and flip-flops. Helen didn't know what came over her, but one thing she did know was that my small, immature cock was exactly what she needed. Still not sure how to approach the situation, she decided to make the first move. She asked me dierctly if I wanked myself off yet. She knew vaguely that boys started at about my age and she'd spyed her own 12 year old cousin wanking off one day when he thought he was alone, and of course she'd been giving Ben handjobs for more than a year now and seen his gooey spunk flying out and sometimes drenching her. My own sessions had been resticted somewhat as I share a bedroon with 3 other brothers and there is only one bathroom/toilet in our small council house. My cock was nowhere near fully developed and was about 5 inches and, even though I was shooting small amounts of spunk, my balls had not fully dropped and my scrotum was still small and tight.
Helen smiled and moved a rather small and shaky hand to my shorts. She tugged at the waisteband and pulled them slowly down along with my underpants. My cock sprung out and Helen let out a little Coo as she pulled them off my calves and over my bandaged ankle. She then took hold of my cock and began to stroke it. I begged her to stop as I knew I was about to cum........I didn't even get the words out before I erupted right then and there. Small but powerful spurts of young, immature, opaque spunk splattered my own face and shirt and even some of it hit her face and tits before the rest dribbled over her small, delicate fingers.
'Oh shit' I exclaimed, not really meaning to swear, 'I'm so sorry' but she put one of her spunky fingers on my lips to shush me and smiled and told me not to worry. As we both regained a certain amount of composure, she helped me back on with my clothes and began to talk to me in a friendly and understanding kind of way. She told that if I promised not to tell anyone about what had happened, she would let me do it again with her and maybe more too. She helped me off the bed, made sure I was staedy on my swollen ankle and asked if was alright to make it home by myself. I told her I was ok and that it was only about 200 yards to my house. She smiled and said OK and that she would see me at choir practise on Thursday. She gave me a peck on the cheek and a strange grin and a wink. I detected a strange aroma emminating from her but was unsure as to what it was. I almost skipped home, dispite my swollen ankle and within 3 days I'd forgotten all about my ankle, especially as today was Thursday.........choir practise.......and of course it was the school summer holidays, plenty of time to be at the Vicarage playing tennis.
Meanwhile, during those 3 intervening days, Helen had had time to reflect on that Monday's events. She was pretty certian that what had taken place would remain a secret, especially as she had promised him more. The biggest plus though, was the fact that she was certain that my slightly immature sized cock was exactly what she wanted. At that particular time, she was still not interested in being penetrated again, no my cock was just the size that she wanted to rub up and down her clit. That was where her enjoyment eminated from, but she needed a real, live cock, to do it, to feel that bulbous, purple, throbbing bellend pulse against her clit and eventually shoot that sticky white goo all over it. She touched herself as she was imagining it happening and came with the most powerful orgasm that she had yet experienced. That night, after giving Ben his night time wank, she even kissed his cheek as she did so, something she rarely did, and, without him seeing or realising it, allowed some of the sperm from her fingers to trace across her sensitive clit. She needed release again but was unsure how to go about it until, about 20 minutes later when she heard him snoring, she lightly took hold of his hand and, seperating his pinky finger from the others, stroked it up and down on her engorged and sensitive clit and brought herself off, stiffling her moans and trying not to writhe too much in fear of waking him, and brought herself to another intense orgasm. She smiled to herself and fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
Helen smiled and moved a rather small and shaky hand to my shorts. She tugged at the waisteband and pulled them slowly down along with my underpants. My cock sprung out and Helen let out a little Coo as she pulled them off my calves and over my bandaged ankle. She then took hold of my cock and began to stroke it. I begged her to stop as I knew I was about to cum........I didn't even get the words out before I erupted right then and there. Small but powerful spurts of young, immature, opaque spunk splattered my own face and shirt and even some of it hit her face and tits before the rest dribbled over her small, delicate fingers.
'Oh shit' I exclaimed, not really meaning to swear, 'I'm so sorry' but she put one of her spunky fingers on my lips to shush me and smiled and told me not to worry. As we both regained a certain amount of composure, she helped me back on with my clothes and began to talk to me in a friendly and understanding kind of way. She told that if I promised not to tell anyone about what had happened, she would let me do it again with her and maybe more too. She helped me off the bed, made sure I was staedy on my swollen ankle and asked if was alright to make it home by myself. I told her I was ok and that it was only about 200 yards to my house. She smiled and said OK and that she would see me at choir practise on Thursday. She gave me a peck on the cheek and a strange grin and a wink. I detected a strange aroma emminating from her but was unsure as to what it was. I almost skipped home, dispite my swollen ankle and within 3 days I'd forgotten all about my ankle, especially as today was Thursday.........choir practise.......and of course it was the school summer holidays, plenty of time to be at the Vicarage playing tennis.
Meanwhile, during those 3 intervening days, Helen had had time to reflect on that Monday's events. She was pretty certian that what had taken place would remain a secret, especially as she had promised him more. The biggest plus though, was the fact that she was certain that my slightly immature sized cock was exactly what she wanted. At that particular time, she was still not interested in being penetrated again, no my cock was just the size that she wanted to rub up and down her clit. That was where her enjoyment eminated from, but she needed a real, live cock, to do it, to feel that bulbous, purple, throbbing bellend pulse against her clit and eventually shoot that sticky white goo all over it. She touched herself as she was imagining it happening and came with the most powerful orgasm that she had yet experienced. That night, after giving Ben his night time wank, she even kissed his cheek as she did so, something she rarely did, and, without him seeing or realising it, allowed some of the sperm from her fingers to trace across her sensitive clit. She needed release again but was unsure how to go about it until, about 20 minutes later when she heard him snoring, she lightly took hold of his hand and, seperating his pinky finger from the others, stroked it up and down on her engorged and sensitive clit and brought herself off, stiffling her moans and trying not to writhe too much in fear of waking him, and brought herself to another intense orgasm. She smiled to herself and fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
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