The feel of Wendy doing it for me while I knew she was doing it was so very much better than my own calloused hands abrading the skin there while I tried not to allow myself to think of anyone I actually knew.
As good as her hand felt, the next sensation very nearly took the top of my head off.
My eyes shot open to see the back of her head as she’d bent double until her mouth could touch my madly pulsating cock. Later, I learned enough to know she was touching the head with her lips in soft kisses and reaching out with her tongue to lick the ridge of the mushrooming helmet. All I knew at the time was something even softer than her hands, something wet and not so cold had gotten involved.
And I had a new favorite contact sport!
Then her lips closed tightly and she began to draw me inside her mouth. She didn’t take very much, maybe half my length, as her hand trapped my thick bushy pubic hair.
Wendy wasn’t actually very good at fellatio, but I had no way of knowing that, nothing to compare it to, and I was certain I’d died without knowing it and gone to my reward in heaven. The only reason I didn’t immediately coat her tonsils with cum was some last shred, a miniscule vestige of the thought we shouldn’t, that I shouldn’t, be doing what we were.
After only three hesitant bobs of her head, I caught that silly topknot and pulled her up.
“It hurts.” Wendy hissed, her face in a grimace.
Thinking she meant my hand in her hair, I quickly let go. But, her expression didn’t change.
“It aches so bad.” Wendy said. “It feels like three months of cramps rolled into one.”
I didn’t know what she meant. And I hadn’t had a clue the hand she wasn’t using to hold the forest undergrowth back from my trunk had been so busy with something else. Wendy had loosed the laces on her left boot and slipped it off while I was enthralled and couldn’t notice.
At least I guess that is what must have happened since she unfastened her pants and somehow slipped the left leg completely off even as she clambered back over the gear shift to straddle me with just a sock on her left foot and her pants only on her right leg.
“Wait.” I managed to choke out. “Stop.”
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not only were we not in our nuptial bed, we weren’t in a bed at all but fumbling in a car. Not only were we not married, but I wasn’t so sure we even liked each other. We had absolutely nothing in common. If what I had been taught was right, this was so wrong on so many levels I wasn’t sure where to even begin counting.
My body was so far gone right and wrong just didn’t matter to it. I was hanging by a thread between what my body wanted and what my mind had been taught was wrong to want.
Wendy snipped that thread.
“Please.” A tear rolled down her cheek, catching the light from the street lamp coming through windows so fogged I couldn’t see out them. “Please. It hurts so bad. Help me.”
“What hurts?”
“Here.” Wendy took my hand and pressed it against her somewhere between her navel and her own thick curly bush. “Deep inside where I can’t reach. But, you can. You can make it not hurt so bad.”