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into action starting with that lovely smile beaming at me. Then she approached the bed and put both hands on my shoulders pushing me down into the pillow.
    â€œMy naughty Peter. So this is the game you want to play this morning. This is a new one from you,”
    I was terrified and fascinated. Her nipples were right in front of my face, full, large, dark and frightening. I didn’t know whether to touch something, scream or run. All the options raced through my mind without answer, or I could lie there in panic. I was performing the small animal trapped by dazzling lights manoeuvre, and she kissed me wetly with a very full investigating tongue. I was trapped in delight and terror. I wanted to know much more about what was going to happen. I was frightened to know, God, I didn’t know what I wanted! She stopped kissing me. Instead of continuing she pressed down on my shoulders, staring into my eyes.
    â€œWhat are you?” she asked.
    I wanted to be this older woman’s lover, I wanted to run, I wanted a huge erection, and I was frightened that I might not get one at all. God I wanted her, God I wanted to run. Best plan, lie still, see what happens. That’s not a plan, that’s the rabbit waiting to be crushed under the wheels. My mind was frozen solid, not a single useful thought came into my head. Then I was saved, my penis was interested. I waited to be run over.
    â€œWhat are you?” she asked again.
    â€œI don’t know you. I’m a seventeen-year-old virgin.” I spoke the truth.
    â€œYou’re sticking with that! I’m going to make you suffer,” she responded. All I could see was her red smile. This looked delicious, like an advert in a glossy magazine.
    If in doubt do nothing. All I did was smile back, too terrified to say another word. My smile might have come out as a little bit rigid. Other things were getting rigid and tension was gripping every muscle in my body.
    The next thing she did took my breath away, and most of my erection. Sam moved back onto her feet rising from the edge of the bed. In this movement she threw the bedclothes back and, in one deft sweep of the arm, revealed my nakedness by removing with expert movement my unfamiliar underpants. I don’t think I breathed for about thirty seconds. By this time she was back on the bed sitting across my stomach, both hands on my shoulders and kissing me with renewed passion. I could feel her wetness on my stomach. I could also feel my penis hard against the back of her soft buttocks.
    â€œA seventeen-year-old virgin you said? Some parts of you aren’t too shy,” she said.
    Then, to my shock, her hands released my shoulders. Instead she pressed my chest down with one hand and with the other behind her back starting to massage my testicles and erection. I was trying to concentrate on anything but what was happening, trying to control the hair trigger teenager inside me. Somebody on the radio was belting out something about canning the can. I tried to concentrate on the music. It didn’t work.
    â€œOhmigod!“ was what I said. As I came in a flood all up her arm and across her left buttock. She laughed, giggling like a teenage girl.
    â€œYou’re playing this really well, Peter.” She said this with what appeared to be some amusement.
    I was stunned, bloody speechless, bloody embarrassed by my twenty-second performance. She just laughed some more and moved to lie completely on top of me, holding my neck and performing very sensuous gentle nibbling kisses to my ear.
    â€œSo, you’re a seventeen-year-old virgin who knows nothing?” she continued.
    â€œAnd I’m not very good at sex,” I said. I was telling the truth.
    â€œNot good at sex, you lying bastard? I’m going to teach you everything you taught me.” She said this as almost a threat, a soft lapping threat, but to me I was going head first into the unknown. Within minutes, trapped beneath her hot