Now, Ron was the first man since then.  She wanted him to make her have an orgasm.  She wanted him to give
her all the pleasuring she had missed.  And she wanted to control his excitement, to make him cum when and how
she wanted.     "Nora?"  Ron asked.  He put his hand on her cheek."Are you okay?"     Nora turned away from him, confused, and afraid,and certain that she wanted too much.  She walked away,and sat down on the sofa, in front of the living room indow.  Ron sat next to her, but she turned her face so e wouldn't see her tears.  "I can't do this," she
whispered.     "What?"     "Any of this."  Nora sniffled.     "Why?"     "Because men won't really do what women want."
     "How do you know?"     "No one ever has."     Ron moved to the floor, leaned on her knees, and ooked up at her.  Her vulnerability made her sexier.  "Nora I wasn't lying.  I will do what you want,whatever you want, to make you happy."   Nora wiped her face.  "I've made such a fool of yself, at the lab, in my car, now here.  "You made me want you.Is that so bad?"     "I threw myself at you."     "So?  I liked it," Ron said.     "It was all fantasy.  I don't know what to do."     Ron put her panties in her lap.  "Are these yours?"     "Yes."     Ron held them to his face.  "Is that your scent on them?"     Nora nodded.     "I like it."  Ron kissed the satin crotch.  He lushed, but didn't look away from her.  "I want more.And I want to make you feel good."     "My husband said that--at first.  But he never did."      "What can I do to prove myself?"     "I don't know."  It frustrated her to be so gnorant.  "Dammit!"     "You do know."  Ron kissed her knee.  "The car,that was your idea."     "But--"     Ron put his hand on her calf.  For several minutes e looked up at her, and gently rubbed her leg.  He knew hat he wanted, but he hoped that she would guess.  "Or n the lab?"  He wanted her to be the aggressor.     "May I look?"  Ron whispered.     "What?"     "Please, show me," Ron  pleaded.     He rubbed her leg.  He was so close, and so xcited, he knew he would do anything.  "Dammit!  Tease e," he whispered. "What?" Ron  looked away.  "I said `tease me.'"     It had excited her to tease him at the lab and in he car.  This was new to her, but, she realized, Ron ould show her if she were doing things right.  "Would hat excite you?  Is teasing exciting?"  She stood up nd walked a few feet from him.     Ron stared at the floor, and nodded.     "Don't look away--tell me."     "Yes."  Ron looked up at Nora.  His face redened."Yes," he whispered.     Nora put her hands on her breasts.  Slowly,enjoying touching herself in front of Ron, she moved her ands until she cupped her breasts in them.  "Do you ike looking at me?"     Still sitting on the floor, Ron leaned back into he sofa.  "God, yes. "     "Can you imagine what my . . . tits . . . look like?  They're big, and firm, and,"  she pinched her ipples, "ooo," she closed her eyes and sighed.  She unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on her dress,letting Ron see her overly full, blue, lace bra.  She held the top of her dress away and slipped her fingers inside.  "They're big, and firm, and,"  she pinched her nipples, "you'll like sucking my nipples--so hard and pink."     Ron pressed his hand over his bulge.     "Oh!"  She glanced down at his crotch.  "I'mshocking you." She closed her collar.     "No, please."     "I should pull the blinds," Nora said, walking towards Ron.  "No, no, stay there."  She put her knees on either side of Ron and leaned, with her knees pressed into the edge of the sofa, against the back so that she could close the curtain.     Nora's dress draped across Ron's face.  He felt the heat of her legs against his face.  And he knew that her sex was inches from him.  Ron moaned, and rubbed his hand over his swollen cock. Nora felt his hot breath pass through her dress,warm and moist on her thighs, trapped beneath her dress.Her heart raced and she felt herself tingle with excitement.  "I like the view in my living room.Sometimes I just sit.  It's relaxing--looking my garden."  She pulled the curtains closed.  She didn't know exactly where Ron's head was, so she leaned a little to one side.  <Oh God!> she gasped as her thigh touched his head. She moved back, and Ron slunk down a little. She was surprised to realize how close his mouth he was to her . . . sex.She knew about oral sex, although, from her experience, it was a woman's duty to suck a man's cock,never had a man returned the favor.  Her husband sometimes made her watch movies in which women did it to men and to each other.  But she only saw a little of it,because he would always make her suck him off during it.Once, she asked him to do it to her--that was the nightshe realized that she would have to leave him.  <"Kiss me like that, there . . . you know. . . there."  She looked up at her husband with his cum still on her lips and one glob dripping from chin.     <"It's dirty," he said.     <It had been difficult for her to ask.  "Please?"     <He pushed her away.  "Only perverts do that."  She remembered what one of the women in the movie had asked. Eat my cunt."     <He slapped her. "You bitch."  He jumped to his feet.     She looked behind her and saw that Ron was rubbing the bulge in his pants.  <I want you to do that for me.>Nora watched hungrily.  "Sometimes I just sit here for hours."  Ron slid his hand inside his pants. <Show me!Take it out.  Hold it.>her dress down and clutched her collar.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried.  Her soft brown eyes flooded.  "I should  never . . . I mean . . . forgive me. I didn't mean . . ."  Nora turned away from Ron.  "I didn't mean . . . honest. "     Ron  sat up.  "Forgive you?  Why?"     "Because. I know it's wrong," Nora  said,whispering into the wall.  Ron moved closer, kneeling on the floor behind her."Nora, I liked that."  He took her hand and held it tightly to keep her from pulling it away.

     "It's perverted." Ron let go of her hand and put his hands on her hips, turning her towards him.  He laid his head against her.  He could feel her curly, pubic hair under her clothing, pressing against his cheek.  His hands slipped
over her large but firm ass.  "I want you."     "No, you can't, not like that."     "Why is it perverted?"     "My husband told me only--"     "Your husband was an authority on sex?"     "No."     "This afternoon, how did your panties get wet?
Tell me what you fantasized."     "It was nothing."     Ron pressed his lips against her. Through the thinness of her dress, he felt her garter strap against his cheek, the lacy edge of her panties under his lips,and the gentle curve of her  soft, hairy, mound.  His fingers pressed into her ass.  And it took all of his self control to resist burying his face in her crotch.He turned his head away from temptation.     Nora  looked down at Ron.  He didn't seem perverted, and he wanted her.  She put her hand on his head.     "Tell me," he asked.     She took her hand away.  "I can't.  It was  . . .bad."     "Maybe I like bad."  He moved his hands slowly around her ass.     "We were in the lab, and we flirted.  We kissed and jecked.  While you were holding me, I slid my panties off and gave them to you.  Then the phone rang.  After you answered it, you said you needed something from the stock room.  When you didn't come back.  After a few minutes I went to find you."     Nora stopped.     "Please, keep going," Ron begged.     "You were in the stock room.  Naked. Except . . . "     Nora stopped.     "Except?"     "Except you were wearing my panties, and . . . your penis was stiff.  You were in front of a mirror with your hand inside the panties.  I watched you.  You . . .masturbated.  I didn't see it happen, but after you came, your hand was wet and sticky, and you saw me.  You fell to your knees in front of me.  You begged me to forgive you.  I said I would, but only if you . . .loved my private place . . . with your mouth.  You shook your head, no.  So I slowly raised my dress.  When you saw me, you said no, but you couldn't take your eyes off  . . it. I put my hand behind your head and pulled your mouth to me."  Nora stroked Ron's head.  She whispered,"You made me cum."     "Except for the lab," Ron whispered, "your fantasy could come true."     "But--"     "No but's . . . except this," he said squeezing her ass.     "Okay," Nora said. She couldn't believe that Ron was still interested in her after her bizarre reactions.She took his hand.  "Let's go upstairs. "     Nora smiled down at him, admiring the bulge in his pants, and the wet, preseminal stain.     Ron put his hand in his lap.     "Don't hide it."  Nora raised her skirt a few inched above her knees.  "Of course,   if you want to touch it,"  she pulled the hem higher, letting Ron see the tops of her black patterned stockings, "you could .. . "  Nora hesitated, she had never said the words before, much less ever seen a man do it ". . . jerk off for me."     Ron blushed, but did not remove his hand.

     "Take it out for me."   She let go of her dress,and slowly unbuttoned it, from the top down to her waist.  "Show me."     As Ron sheepishly unbutton his pants.     Nora pulled her dress off her shoulders and let the top fall loosely over her hips.  She stood in her blue lace bra, her full breasts threatening to spill out."Well?"     Ron off pulled his pants, and took off his shirt.He stood in his underpants.     "That's it?"   She asked.     Ron looked at Nora, he was hers to play with--hers!He looked down and saw that his cock was sticking out."Yes."     Nora just stood looking at him, waiting.  Ron blushed and stepped out of his underwear.  He stood with his hands at his side, and his hard cock pointing up.Nora wanted him--his cock--everywhere, to feel his excitement, stiff and hard, and pumping in her mouth, in his pussy, rubbing against her ass.  She fought hard to resist dropping to her knees, as her husband would have ordered, and servicing his manhood."Where are the panties I gave you?"  She asked.     "Downstairs."     "Get them."     Ron started to put his pants back on.     "No, like that,"  Nora ordered.     Ron  left the room, with his cock bouncing in the air.  She put her hand on her mound and rubbed.  She want to cum, she couldn't remember ever being that excited."Here," Ron said coming back into the room.  "But you're not wearing them?"     Ron blushed, his cock seemed to jerk at the thought, and he slowly put her panties on.  "Okay? "Yes," she cooed, "but there's more to my fantasy."  Ron knelt in front of her.  He wanted her; he wanted to cum; and he wanted to do it for her!  He put his hand inside the panties, and started to rub himself.     "Lie down."     Nora stood over him, letting him look up at her--up her dress--between her legs.     Ron moaned as he looked up between Nora's pale,fleshy thighs, over the lacy tops of her stockings, at the sliver of dark, satin that covered her crotch.  He wanted it.  It!  Her sex, her pussy, her cunt.  "Nora, "he sighed., rubbing and jerking on his stiff cock."Please." Nora unhooked her bra and dropped it on him.  She mashed and pulled at her breasts.  "Mmm."Please." Nora  unbuttoned the rest of her dress.  "Do you want to see more?"Yes! . . . God! Yes!"She pulled her dress off and tossed it aside."Better?"  She whispered, and smiled as Ron's hand jerked faster up and down his cock under his panties.hen she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Ron groaned and sighed, staring up at the wet slit of her pussy.  She knelt down, letting her nipples touch his lips.Rod struggled to suck them as she moved them back and forth.  He took his hands away from his cock and kneaded her breasts.Nora tingled and gushed, watching Ron suckle.  But the tingling got worse and couldn't be ignored.  She sat up, with her stockinged knees on either side of his head.  "Do people  say `cunnilingus" anymore?"     Ron looked up from her curly, blond, cunt. "Yes,"she whispered.  "Oh, yes.  Let me.  Please."     Nora  smiled.  <Only perverts do that.>  She knew she couldn't wait much longer.  "Eat my cunt," she said,lowering herself down onto Ron's mouth.  She sighed as she felt her slippery inner lips spread out around his mouth and his tongue began to flick and lick, and he sucked at her juicy cunt.  His tongue found her clit.Nora gasped at the electric charge of the contact and she let herself go--sliding her wet, open, and hungry sex over Ron's face. <I'm fucking his face . . . fucking his face!>  Ron's hands squeezed her thighs as she rode his hace.  He sucked at her harder, thrilled at her lust and abandon. In a wave of pleasure that swept out from her womb,Nora felt the typhoon of her climax, stronger than she had ever felt.  Her muscles pulsed and contracted as if to hold the cock that wasn't there, she pressed her thighs hard against his head and she arched her back,pushing her cunt hole hard against his mouth.  She screamed--wordless--primal--cathartic.  For how long? time stopped.  Slowly, she felt the post-orgasm warmth replace the numbness left  after her climax. She climbed off Ron's face.     He was flushed and glistening.     Nora looked down and saw that he was still hard.Hard . . . .  manly . . . . and hers."I want your cock," she whispered, "and your cum."She leaned over and licked his face.  "I want it everywhere."   Ron's hips pumped in anticipation.  Nora slid her hand around his cock.     "How many times can you cum?"     "Maybe two times."  Ron said, wishing for more staying power.     "Then, you'll just have to stay here for at least the whole weekend." She slid down, and kissed the head of his cock.  She licked the shaft, and cupped his balls.  For the first time in her life, she wanted to
service a man.  "Until I've had your cock . . .everywhere."