Evan clawed his way through the sticky webs of sleep as he reluctantly climbed back to consciousness. His eyes not yet open as he rubbed his cheek back and forth over the soft comforter beneath him. He smiled contentedly as he captured the sweet subtle scent of perfume. Perfume?

Evan's eyes flicked open. Disoriented, he struggled to sort through the sights presented to him. He certainly wasn't in his room and he certainly wasn't dreaming. Evan slid up onto his elbow, rubbed his face and took a closer look around. He found himself lying on a flowery blanket spread across a large bed. A multi-colored afghan covered his naked flesh. His own face stared almost mockingly back at him from the full-length mirror in the corner.

At last his mind cleared and he remembered he was at Catherine's. He'd been sleeping in her bed. He vaguely recalled slipping into a deep slumber as he cuddled her warm body next to his. She'd held him and gently stroked his hair and softly cooed and he'd become so blissfully relaxed. He'd felt so warm and comfortable and safe.

The wonderful experience they'd shared together swirled in his mind and Evan took a long deep breath of the cool fall air. He looked to the window and found the sun shinning brightly. He felt great! He'd experienced his first complete sex with a beautiful knowing woman. While he had no basis of comparison, he was sure that losing his virginity to Catherine was infinitely better than it would have been had he lost it to a girl his own age. A girl like his friends had lost theirs too. Yes, he was sure he'd experienced something truly special.

Evan swung his legs off the bed, pulled on his boxers and contemplated his pants. With a little smile he decided not to wear them. He hoped Catherine wouldn't think he was rude walking around her home in his underwear. It was chilly in the house though so he searched for his T-shirt. Not finding it, he recalled how he'd used the shirt to clean himself. He reflected on how Catherine had given it to him to dry his chest after she'd had him masturbate for her. How she'd explained to him that the release would make him last longer when she finally took him inside of her. How she'd straddled his leg then bucked and ground against his knee as her fingers plunged into her crotch. How she'd thrashed and moaned as he watched her and how she wouldn't allow him to touch himself. Forced to grip the bed rails until she gave him permission. How he feared he would explode just from the sensations of her above him like that. How she'd wetted his leg and demanded him to cum right away and how with a few strokes of his own hand he'd exploded.

Evan shook his head clear and again smiled broadly. He rose and went in search of this wondrous woman.

It wasn't hard for him to find her. He simply followed his nose. The stomach-tugging aroma of frying bacon pulled him through the house. Before departing the bedroom, Evan had drawn the warm afghan over his shoulders and he now held it tight to his chest as he eased against the archway at the edge of the kitchen.

Catherine stood before the stove, her back to him. Her long wavy hair cascaded down her back. She'd donned a three-quarter sleeved pajama top styled like a sport jersey. The tail of which ended about halfway down her rounded bottom. Evan smiled at the sight of her fleshy cheeks as they clenched and jiggled with her movements. Well, she wasn't wearing panties so Evan felt better about his choice to wear only his boxers.

As Catherine moved about with the tasks of cooking, the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of him leaning there, silently watching.

"Evan!" Catherine turned fully to face him, her tone and warm smile revealing her genuine happiness at seeing him.

Evan returned her smile, "Smells good. Sorry if I slept too long."

"Nonsense. A growing boy needs his rest. Especially when he worked as hard as you did." Catherine smiled slyly and watched his face redden. "Well, I hope you don't mind breakfast in the afternoon. I was actually just coming to wake you. I washed your T-shirt but I'm afraid it just went into the dryer so it will be a while."

"No, no, that's cool. I'm not in a hurry to go anywhere." Evan looked up, capturing her gaze. "Thank you Catherine."

She stared back, studying his face. The look he had told her it wasn't food or the laundry he thanked her for. She strode over to him and let her warm palm cup his soft cheek. "You're welcome Evan."

His eyes cast down slightly, an awkward feeling rolling deep in his belly. Catherine raised his chin and smiled mischievously, "I had a good time too you know?"

Evan chuckled, "Did you really?"

"Uh huh. Besides, I have some ideas on how you can thank me even more." Her upper lip snarled slightly and she appeared wonderfully sexy.

"I'd like that."

Catherine playfully patted his cheek, "Come eat."

They sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen. Catherine tore pieces from her toast and bacon as she watched Evan eat. She so enjoyed seeing his hunger being fed. So enjoyed being the one to feed that hunger.

"No hurry to get anywhere huh?"

Evan stopped with his fork midway between plate and mouth, "No. I mean if that's okay. I didn't mean to come across like I expected to stay here or anything." He chuckled nervously.

Catherine furrowed her brow and looked sternly at him. She allowed a pause of silent tension to creep over them, intentionally making him squirm. Unable to torment him any longer she at last burst into laughter and squeezed his hand tightly. "You'd have felt pretty weird if I'd have said you had to go huh?"

Evan let out a pent up breath and he too laughed, realizing she'd been teasing him, "Well, yeah�"

Catherine still chuckling said, "So you want to hang out here with me for a while?"

"Yeah. I really do. I'd really like to."

"Hummm�And just exactly how long did you plan on hanging out with me?"

"Well�uh hum�I told my folks I might be staying out all night. You know, that I might not be home until tomorrow. I mean I'm free to come and go. They don't tell me what to do or anything. It's just that, you know, I don't like to worry them." Evan's cheeks flushed as he tried to rustle up some manly dignity.

Catherine squeezed his hand a little harder and looked straight into his eyes. "You can spend the rest of the day and the night Evan."

Evan's heart nearly burst from his chest at the excitement those words brought.

"I have a lot more I want to show and teach you, remember?"

"Yes." His head bobbed up and down causing Catherine to giggle at his boyhood eagerness.

"And I think it'll be good for you to stay. I think it's time we got more serious with your studies. Oh yes, I have plans for you Evan. Are you sure you're ready for all of what I have in store?"

"I think so." He half lied. He had no idea what she had in store.

Catherine smiled, "I think so too but you have a lot to learn. So that means you have to listen to me very carefully and do exactly what I tell you. Understand?"

Evan nodded.

"Will you do exactly what I tell you? Everything I tell you?"

"Yes."

"Yes�?"

Evan was confused at her urging for more, his mind raced to solve the puzzle, desperate to not disappoint, "Yes�Catherine."

Catherine smiled broadly, "Good boy. We're going to have a great day Evan. A really, really great day!" Again she patted his cheek.

As they did the dishes and cleaned up, Evan silently replayed every scrap of porn he'd viewed over the years. Scenes, images, pictures flashed through his mind as he attempted to recall exactly what the participants did in each of them. He was desperate to arm himself with as much knowledge as possible in hopes of pleasing Catherine. She so deserved to be pleased he thought to himself. Not just because he felt indebted to her for all she'd already done for him but just because of who she was. Such a wonderful woman that Evan felt compelled to make her happy, to please her.

They stood side by side, Evan washed and Catherine dried, and she couldn't help the thoughts that slipped into her conscious mind. Watching this youthful na�ve lover who was oblivious to the decadent experiences she had yet to reveal to him. It was strange, a part of her wondered if she should stop right now. She was not just playing with fire but perhaps this boy's young heart. Not too mention the age difference. Here she was creeping up on her fifth decade and this boy had only months earlier turned eighteen. And she knew that in his heart he was still so young, so much more innocent than other boys his age were.

But the rest of her didn't care about any of that. She wanted this boy. Wanted to seize the opportunity that she had as much stumbled into as well as created. She'd awakened something deep inside of her that she herself wasn't even sure she understood yet. She remembered how aggressive she'd become during their morning lovemaking. How directive and forward and demanding she'd been. More, she remembered how much she'd enjoyed it, how excited it made her.

She decided that she would indeed have to be careful with this boy, as she honestly did not want to hurt him. Was she using him? Maybe she was. But, she knew that with a little discussion and if she worked the relationship properly, Evan would understand and wouldn't get hurt. And along the way, they would both learn more about themselves and each other. And oh the pleasure they would bring to one another.

Catherine wiped the last of the countertops, "Thanks for the help."

"Sure, I'm glad to help. Like you said, 'A good boy always cleans up his mess' right?"

She stopped and turned to Evan. Her hand cupped his chin as her fingers and thumb squeezed his cheeks. "Bath time little boy."

Earlier when he'd awakened, Evan briefly wished that Catherine would see him as a man. But he figured she was wise enough to know that having sex for the first time didn't automatically qualify him as a man. And, oddly that idea pleased him. The way Catherine called him "boy" wasn't demeaning. In fact, it was actually reassuring and comforting. It was if by being her "little boy" it freed him to be inexperienced. Evan realized it was okay if he didn't know what to do or exactly how to do it. Realized that somehow that very fact was at the least exciting and more likely pleasing to Catherine. So Evan resigned himself to being what he was, the boyish, inexperienced, na�ve lover that he knew Catherine enjoyed and wanted him to be.

Evan found himself following obediently as she led him by the hand to the bathroom. He was a little embarrassed having this considerably older woman leading him along for his bath time. He felt very much the boy she saw him as. He couldn't believe how warm and safe he felt with her. Safe. The word kept surfacing when he thought about how Catherine made him feel. How he felt when he'd been curled up against her full voluptuous body, wrapped in her arms as she cradled him into sleep. She was so�so�

"Okay you. Are you ready?"

"Yes Catherine."

She smiled, "Well, we've got something we have to take care of before your bath."

"We do?" Evan's mind perked up as it immediately conjured an explicit thought.

Catherine looked at him, smiling slightly and slowly shaking her head. "Such a hungry little boy you are Evan. No not that. Not yet anyway."

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to�"

"Ssshhh. Hush." Catherine began to fill the sink with hot water, the steam rose and stuck to the mirror above. She moved about gathering up items that Evan didn't really get a look at since she held a towel in one hand that obscured his view of the other. She came back to stand before him, leaned over and turned off the sink.

"Before I clean you up, I want to tidy you up."

"Okay." Evan didn't have a clue what she meant by that.

"Do you trust me Evan?"

"Yes. Of course I do Catherine."

"Hmmmm�Good boy. Because I need you to trust me right now." Catherine bent and squatted, setting her items on the floor beside his foot, the towel covering them.

"Okay Catherine. I trust you."

Catherine rose and gently rubbed Evan's soft cheek, her eyes warm and full.

Then she again bent deep in the knees before him. Evan looked down at her. Her hands rose and she gripped the legs of his boxers. "First thing we need to do is get you out of these." Catherine tugged and wiggled his underwear until they at last slipped to his ankles.

"C'mon. Take your feet out." Evan stepped out of his boxers, now fully naked. Suddenly his eyes snapped straight ahead. He realized immediately that he was growing hard and he fixated on a tiny imperfection in the wall. He tried to clear his mind. He so didn't want to get an erection and have Catherine think that he had no control whatsoever. But the more he struggled the harder he grew. The more he tried not to think about it, the more he thought about it and his cock responded accordingly. Being a boy was fine but he wanted to feel like he had at least some control.

Catherine tossed his underwear aside and turned back to find Evan's swelling cock bobbing before her nose. She smiled slightly and watched it grow even more. She loved the sight of his cock. It was beautifully shaped with its prominent veins and well-defined head. Not huge but nice and full. She looked up at Evan and saw how intently he was focusing. His eyes squeezed shut, his fists clenched. That made her smile even more as she thought how hard he was trying to make his growing erection go away.

"Some one is happy to see me." Catherine teased and slipped onto her knees. Her hand fell onto Evan's hip and she urged him sideways, close to the sink full of hot water. Evan shuffled over. His mind desperately tried to will his cock soft again.

"Well, I'd say we could wait until Mr. Happy here calmed down but I don't think either of us want to wait that long," Catherine chuckled devilishly.

Oh man Evan thought to himself, she's even making fun of me. Oh man, oh man, oh man. Please go away, he kept reciting in his head.

He heard Catherine's hand dip into the water. He'd completely forgot about whatever it was Catherine wanted to do as his mind worked to control his cock. He felt the warm water run around the base of his swelling shaft, down onto his balls and drip to the floor as Catherine poured it over him.

One handful at a time, Catherine ladled the hot water onto Evan's cock, balls, belly, and thighs.

"Oh now Evan. Stop trying so hard. It isn't any use. He'll go down when he wants to and that won't be until you relax. Besides, why are you getting so embarrassed? It's not like you've never gotten a hard on when you didn't want to, right?" Catherine simply started what she'd planned without bothering to further explain it to Evan. She figured he had plenty on his mind as it was. And having him focused on something else would make it easier for her anyway she thought.

"Right Evan? You're cock's gotten hard lots of times when you didn't want it to hasn't it? Like that day in front of my sink." Evan didn't speak.

Catherine had his entire groin area nice and wet now. She reached for the can and shook it a few times. Opening one hand while the other worked the can until she had a nice dollop of the bluish-green jell on her fingers. She considered warming it in her palms but decided the stark cold might help him out a little.

"I bet your cock used to get hard in class when you were looking at all those cute girls. Hated that didn't you?" Catherine giggled as she quickly rubbed her thumb through the gel and over the tips of her fingers, starting the foaming process.

She was just reaching for him when she paused and looked up at his face, "Or maybe you felt yourself getting hard in the boys locker room?" Evan's face shot straight to the ceiling and his clenched knuckles whitened. "Oh, you naughty boy."

Catherine began to smear and spread the shaving gel all over Evan's balls and crotch. Fearing he would burst right there, she was sure to be very ginger when lathering his shaft.

"Okay, okay Evan, I'll stop teasing you now." Evan was breathing slow and deep, the way she had taught him to, to try and gain some control. Thank goodness he thought. Damn she made him feel so embarrassed sometimes. And she liked doing it too!

"Now, I need you to hold very, very still."

"O�uh hum�Okay." Evan managed to croak. He'd yet to look down but whatever it she was doing to him felt so good. He felt so slick and her hands were running all over him. He knew if he hadn't cum twice already today, he would have unloaded right there in Catherine's hand. But she was being very careful, especially around the head so Evan at last began to feel like he was going to make it through this ordeal. He held very still and waited, not yet trusting himself to open his eyes.

"I'm going to shave you Evan. Not all girls like their boys shaved, but most women do. Not all, but most. I like it when you're nice and smooth down here so I'm going to shave you. So you have to be still."

Evan could hardly believe what Catherine had just said. She was going to shave his balls and stuff? Hell he barely had to shave his face twice a week. Evan heard the water ripple as Catherine swished the razor through it. He dared to flutter his eyes open. He found himself still staring at the ceiling. Well that went okay he thought. Slowly, he lowered his head and watched her raise the razor up out of the water. His breath caught and again his eyes closed as he felt the razor make it's first slow stroke over him.

Catherine slowly guided the razor over his balls. She held them tight in the other hand, stretching the skin so as not to nick him. Reaching up after every two or three strokes to rinse the hair from the blades and then returning to her task. As she worked Evan eventually found himself in control enough to chance a look down at her, at his crotch. At first he got a little excited at the sight of himself all lathered up with his shiny smooth skin showing through the white cream where the razor had already traveled. But soon he began to watch more out of fascination than excitement.

He watched Catherine's face as she ever so skillfully shaved his most sensitive region. Her face occasionally scrunched up and her eyes narrowed when she was faced with a particularly challenging spot that required her full attention. But between those moments her face was soft and light, almost serene as he watched her. His cock had at some point relaxed and while he certainly wasn't soft, he also wasn't rigidly hard. Evan's head tilted from side to side as Catherine's gentle knowing fingers guided the razor into and around and over every fraction of him. He began to loose himself in the entire experience. It made him feel�somehow�made him feel somehow closer to her. He didn't know exactly why he just knew that it did. He felt very vulnerable and exposed yet at the same time reassured and secure. Evan no longer thought about his penis, he merely watched Catherine's face and breathed.

Catherine watched Evan's shiny skin as she relieved it of its tiny protective hairs. Watched her hands skillfully revealing his bare flesh to her. She knew she'd only been partially honest with him about the shaving. It was true that she enjoyed the smoothness but she also knew that there was more. It was an extension of her developing fantasies. She'd struggled against the ideas at first but finally realized that she didn't have to bury those feelings. Realized it was okay for her to feel the way she was. And with that surrender came some wonderful, albeit decadent, thoughts.

She suddenly realized she'd shaven him completely bald and became acutely aware just how much she was enjoying this. She hadn't intended to. She originally meant to merely shave his balls and shaft. Of course when she began she discovered she had no need to shave Evan's shaft. He had very little body hair to begin with. His chest was bald and smooth, his legs covered in a light colored and light textured hair, and his groin even lighter in both respects. Yet, she'd become so engrossed with the entire experience that she'd shaven his balls, deep inside and out across the fronts of his thighs, and completely eliminated the downy patch that had once stood guard between his belly button and his groin.

She dipped the towel into the now luke warm water and gently wiped away the remnants of foam. She eased back onto her heels and admired her handy work as she did so. Well, he was certainly bald now. The sight excited her immensely. His tender smooth flesh, his balls and cock shriveling slightly. Yes, much better she thought.

She gazed up and found Evan's longing yet contented gaze staring back at her. Catherine smiled, "All done Evan."

Evan's eyes fluttered as he regained focus and processed her words. "Okay Catherine. Do you want me to get in the shower now?"

"I said it was bath time Evan. Remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

Catherine stood and moved to the bathtub. She felt the sudden cold of the porcelain on her ass as she settled on its edge. Turning on the water she ran her fingers through it, then adjusted the temperature, over and over until she had the water just right.

"Okay, in you go. Come on." Catherine motioned Evan into the tub with her hand.

Evan stepped to the edge and she watched as his foot gingerly tested the water. "Its fine Evan, now hurry up." Goodness Catherine you sound like his�

"Okay. Okay, don't push. It's hot." Evan giggled as he stepped into the steamy water. He hadn't yet eased down, instead letting his feet and ankles adjust to the heat for a moment. Catherine dipped her cupped hand into the hot liquid and again poured it over his crotch. She felt him tense up and wince slightly. Again and again she dribbled the hot water over his belly, his groin, his legs. Helping his body accept the heat.

"There now, better?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. Now lets get you washed."

Evan bent his knees and squatted down, lifting his ass as it touched the water. Then again easing back down a little farther before again rising up. Until he finally sat on the bottom of the tub, his knees up high, his arms folded across them, chin resting atop them.

Catherine ladled and dribbled the water across his smooth tender back. She'd long ago taken her shower, while Evan was sleeping. She straightened and pulled her pajama top up and over her head. Fully naked now, her heavy breasts hung freely and swayed as she moved. She could feel her nipples swell. There was something so erotic about all of this. It was at once so wonderfully exciting in its deviance yet so amazingly tender in its naturalness.

Evan watched her full breasts as they passed just a fraction from his face when she stretched across and retrieved the soap. She lathered her hands and slowly worked the slick foam over his back. "That's a good boy. We'll get you all clean now."

Evan's eyes closed as Catherine washed and rinsed him. First his back and neck, then easing him rearward to wash his chest and still bent legs. Pushing him to the back of the tub as, one at a time, she pulled his calves and feet out of the water. Her soapy fingers rubbing them and working between every toe. It was so slow and deliberate and caring. Evan was completely relaxed and so too was Catherine.

"Okay you," Her hand extended the soap to him. "You finish. Wash down there first, " her eyes cast down to his now hairless groin, "then your face."

Evan smiled and complied. His crotch felt so different now. The sensations so much more intense as the soap glided over him. It felt so wonderful that Evan made a point of being quick about it so as not to get overly excited again. He then rubbed his soapy hands over and around his face.

"Don't forget to get behind your ears!" Catherine giggled. She couldn't help saying it.

When Evan had finished, Catherine again slid him forward. She retrieved the showerhead, turned on the water and began to soak his sandy-blonde hair. Her nails massaged the shampoo into his scalp and her fingers rubbed and coaxed it through every strand. Catherine carefully and diligently rinsed his hair and the rivulets of foam from his back.

Satisfied that he was now nice and clean she stood. Evan couldn't help but to watch her breasts and thick nipples. Her full round hips and tender soft bottom swayed as she retrieved a fresh towel. She was just so wonderfully beautiful in her womanliness. She was so full and real and desirable.

She held the towel stretched out between her arms, her head motioning him up, "C'mon. Time to get out my little pink boy."

Evan stood and stepped from the tub. Catherine dabbed his face dry then slowly worked down his slick chest, out over his arms, back to his slim belly. Kneeling she dried each leg from the thigh down and out over his toes. At last she rubbed the soft cloth over and around his newly exposed cock and balls. They bounced and swayed with her moves, causing that sly smile to once again slither across Catherine's lips.

She stood, "There. All clean and dry now." Her finger stretched a small piece of towel out and she dabbed at his ears and neck, getting some stray drops falling from his hair.

She let her hand fall to his soft cheek. "Better?"

Evan smiled sheepishly and nodded, "Better."

"Good. Now you get on to your, er, the bedroom and I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay Catherine."

She watched his firm yet still fleshy bottom as he walked out the door. His cheeks turned bright red from the heat of the water and rubbing of the towel. She licked her lips as she pondered what the rest of the day would bring the two of them. She wasn't sure herself just how far this fantasy would take her but she had committed to riding it to the end. Wherever that end was, Catherine was going to enjoy every twist and turn in the road that led to it. She tidied up and then set off to the bedroom.

As she entered the room, Evan snapped up off the bed and stood. She considered him a moment, "What's the matter Evan?"

"Uh�Nothing. I'm okay," his eyes darted about.

"Oh poor thing. Were you feeling a little embarrassed? Did sitting in here naked and alone make you feel a little self-conscious? Maybe a little awkward? Not sure if you're supposed to sit or stand or lie down right?"

"Well, yeah kinda'."

"Well, its okay, I'm here now," She smiled reassuringly at him. She moved passed him and eased her own naked body onto the expansive bed. Evan watched her intently, thrilled at the way her heavy breasts moved out and away from her body as she bent and put her hands on the bed. Her nipples looked slightly swollen and pointed straight down as she crawled. She moved with seductive confidence. He loved the deep curve of her hips and the tenderness of her ample ass. She'd so captivated him.

Catherine eased to the center of the bed and sat down. Her legs out before her spread apart and slightly bent. Her long dark hair falling seductively about her face, over her shoulders and atop her generous bosom. Her warm eyes looked up into Evan's, as he stood there somewhat awkwardly, not quite certain what he was to do.

"Do I make you uncomfortable Evan?"

"No. You make me feel�I don't know how to explain it. I feel warm and safe when I'm with you."

The sincerity in his voice and the beauty of his words touched Catherine deeply. She smiled her warm, calming, reassuring smile. Her lids blinked heavily over her soft pretty eyes.

"Come her to me my sweet boy." Catherine waved Evan to her. He was such a beautiful gentle boy. So giving and caring. Only moments ago she'd been having wickedly explicit thoughts of what she planned to do with this boy. But now, a warm wave of tenderness washed over her. She still wanted him badly, and the harder more explicit acts would come, but for now she just wanted to touch and feel and caress him.

Evan crawled atop the bed and sat, legs crossed, before her. Catherine's gentle fingers lightly brushed through his damp hair and over his soft face. She placed the very tips of her fingers on his forehead and slowly slid them down. Feeling and exploring the curves of his handsome boyish face. Evan reached up and took the back of her hand in his palm and held it. He caressed her palm back and forth over his cheek. His eyes closed lightly and his head tilted into her touch.

What he did next surprised Catherine. Evan inched up close to her and slid his legs out from under him. His eyes were locked with hers. A look so warm and tender and even loving. Evan scrunched and moved and slowly eased his body into Catherine's lap. He lay back across her warm full thighs. Catherine instinctively brought her legs up and crossed them to cradle his body as she watched him in wonder. Evan laid his cheek on her leg and looked up at her softly. His lips uttered no words but his actions spoke volumes.

Catherine looked down into his face and smiled. She was so moved by this act. Perhaps she truly was playing fire and maybe with more than just this young boy's heart. She didn't know exactly why Evan was so soft and gentle and open with his feelings when he was near her. But she enjoyed it very, very much. She felt deeply touched by this simple display of trust and security and surrender.

Her arm instinctively wrapped up under Evan's head to rest the back of it in the crook of her elbow. He twisted slightly, his upper body now flat but his legs still atop one another and curled. Catherine just stared and studied his face. Her fingers lightly brushed his hair back and away from his face.

Her breasts hung low and close to Evan's face. She felt her thick nipples swell and a deep warmth brewed low in her belly.

It was Catherine that next surprised herself. Evan lay there in her arms, her fingers stroked his hair, she watched his lips purse to begin speaking.

"Sshhh�" She whispered. Without conscious thought, her index and middle fingers spread flat on her breast one on each side of her swelling nipple. They pushed her fleshy tit back and at the same time coaxed her nipple out. The arm that cradled Evan's head brought him toward her. She held her breath as his soft lips gently brushed her sensitive nipple. Her fingers urged her nipple out further. She rubbed it back and forth over his lips, encouraging him. Their eyes still locked, Evan gently opened his mouth and tenderly sucked her nipple into his mouth.

She watched with rapt attention as the firm nub of her flesh disappeared into Evan's warm mouth. Her hand wrapped up onto his face, the other held his far shoulder and she pulled him in tight to her breast. Evan sucked softly but firmly on the gift she'd presented him.

Catherine's head shot back, her eyes fluttered, her lips parted. She held him so tight to her bosom as the profoundly intimate sensations spread over her entire body. A strong heavy flood of emotion burst forth from her very depths.

All of her maternal instincts surged forward. Her needs to nurture, protect, provide, comfort all awakened. Yet at once so to were her sexual desires and wants and needs. Her need to be needed. Every fiber of her being that made her a woman was suddenly alive. A swirling of feelings that finally melded together and gelled into one intense torrent of heated tenderness. She had never before felt this free.

Evan continued to suck and roll his tongue over her hard nipple as she held him to her warm body. Catherine rocked him slightly, her mind a blur of thoughts, her chest a swell of feelings. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears trickled down her face. The flood of emotion seeking any release available. She was nearly overwhelmed with it all. Her mind surrendered to her soul.

She looked down at Evan sucking and licking at her rock-hard nipple. Her breaths came deep and full, her voice lusty, "Oh yes Evan. That's a good boy. Suck. Take all you want baby. Suck�Evan�suckle like a good boy." She was barely aware of the words as they left her lips. She was lost in this deeply moving experience enveloping her.

Her nipple was alive and shards of pleasure shot from it. She was aware of her dampening sex. Her hips rolled, as her passion grew stronger. She noticed Evan's legs, still lying over to the side, were slowly rubbing together.

The arm under his head continued to hold him to her and feed her nipple into his warm pleasuring mouth. The other slid down his body. Evan's hips had begun to move as he rubbed his hard cock between his legs. Catherine's soft hand trailed over his tender ass and onto the outside of his hip. She pushed and Evan responded by rolling completely flat.

His rigid flesh pointed straight at her. The head shined a deep red from his intense excitement. She watched it twitch as if it was trying on its own to seek out relief.

"Oh baby. Look how hard you are. So thick and swollen. You look like you're ready to burst." Without thought her breast pushed harder into Evan's face as he now devoured her nipple. His stomach snapped up and down at random. Her heavy round breast against his face combined with his fierce struggle for release and forced him to steal breaths.

Catherine's warm palm and gentle fingers caressed Evan's newly smoothed balls. She rolled them and hefted their weight and massaged them. He had very large balls that she very much enjoyed touching. She especially enjoyed them now that they were bare and shiny. Evan grunted at her touch as his body reacted to this new sensation. The vibration on her nipple added to her building desire.

"Let me help you baby. I'll make you all better." Her lacy fingers wrapped around his twitching shaft. She pulled his smooth thick cock long and hard from the very base up to his tightly stretched head. Evan's ass rose in response.

Her finger slipped along the ultra-sensitive underside of the head and to his opening. Thick drops of precum had already begun to spill from him. With the pad of her finger she pulled at the slick warm liquid that covered his head and dripped onto his bald belly. She ran her finger in tight quick circles at the incredible spot of pleasure where the two thick ridges of the head meet.

Evan squirmed and moaned deeper and harder on her nipple. He was barely able to suck it now as he quickly fell into the pleasure shooting out from his hips.

Catherine's finger was a blur now, his precum turning almost frothy as she worked it into the wonderful spot. She watched as the head turned a deep purple. Watched his balls roll inside their protective sack and pull up tight toward his belly. Felt the subtle extra swell of his already engorged cock. His hips rose slightly and he held them there. Her shiny pulsing nipple now just hovering inside his open mouth as his quick breaths shot over it.

"Oh yes baby. That's it, give it to me. Let me have it Evan." She again gripped his cock, firm and strong. She stroked him long and very fast, knowing he was right there.

Evan folded slightly at the waist and his hips rolled forward, every muscle in his body clenched tight. Catherine's a hand blur over his straining wet cock. He shuddered and groaned deep as at last the release came. The intensity of the pleasure completely consumed him.

The first powerful shot of cum exploded from Evan's cock. Catherine winced and blinked reflexively as it struck her squarely in the face. The thick warm liquid landed just beside her nose and above her mouth. "Oh yes Evan that's my good boy! Shoot it all out for me sugar. Get it all out!"

Her tongue snaked out and up and sucked his seed into her mouth. His hips jerked downward and she watched a heavy stream of cum ooze out of his head. Then again he tensed and shook as a second shot burst from his head. It was far too thick and heavy to reach as far as the first and Catherine marveled at the length of it as it flew through the air. It landed high up on his belly, a glimmering white snake of cum.

Evan continued to buck and thrust his hips as he forced his cock in and out of Catherine's pleasing hand. He moaned and grunted as another shot landed on his bare belly. Between each shot a thick stream would flow out. She reveled in how hard and how much Evan could cum. Her hand was covered in it as was his stomach and groin and his cock. Slowly his thrusts subsided. He was still cumming but it was those last rolling waves. She slowed her strokes and milked his cock. Amazed at her ability to pull forth even more of his thick seed.

Evan shuddered and slowly eased back down into her lap. She held his wonderful cock and felt it shrink and retract in her grip. She stared straight down at Evan's blissful face. Her hand already covered, lied flat against him and rubbed his hot cum on his soft belly and chest. He was soaked from his strong explosive orgasm. His eyes blinked open and he found Catherine's face looking down on him.

"Mmmm�" She purred. "That's a good boy. Didn't that feel good? See how good I make you feel?"

Evan noticed the shiny wetness on her face where his cum had landed and her tongue had licked it away. His fingers trembled slightly from having been clenched so tight. He reached up and wiped at the spot, drying her face. Her eyes had grown lusty and dark. Her gorgeous hair flung wildly about her face.

Catherine raised her hand from his sticky wet belly and admired it. She was so hot and turned on. She wanted to taste him. Wanted to bring his seed into her mouth and into her body. She brought her cum-covered hand to her full lips. The very tip of her shiny pink tongue made a long slow lick up through the gooey warmth. She rolled his cum in her mouth, tasted the salty-sweetness of it, the silky texture.

She felt Evan's fingers gently but firmly wrap around her wrist. He glanced quickly at her hand that shone with his thick juices. Then his eyes flicked back to hers as she watched in fascination. He brought her hand to his lips, his tongue flicked out from between them.

Catherine had twice before rubbed her finger in his mouth after she swirled it over his wet head. He'd seen how much she'd enjoyed it. He'd gotten a very faint taste himself when she had done that but now there was so much more.

He rubbed his tongue inside his mouth. Cautiously he tasted himself. It was still somewhat faint but stronger than before. Again he licked at her hand, a little longer and fuller. Again he tasted himself. It didn't taste bad at all to him. Maybe it was because it came from him. Maybe it was his dark lusty sexual desires. Maybe it was his naivete. Maybe it was because he knew it pleased her. Whatever the reason, Evan was not in the slightest repulsed by this new unique sensation.

He licked her hand in earnest. Swallowing his cum as he pulled it from her flesh. He sucked her fingers into his mouth one at a time and slowly eased them back out between his lips. His tongue snaked between the webs to be sure he got it all. He could smell his cum as it smeared on his face but he was accustomed to his scent.

Catherine watched in wonder as Evan licked and sucked at her hand. Diligently cleaning her. He was cleaning up his mess she thought. It was one of the most erotic scenes she'd ever witnessed. Her passion willingly gave way to a surging lust. She felt her folds fill with blood and pout out. Felt her own warm juices seep from her. A strong demanding ache boiled deep in her belly.

In one sudden motion she yanked her hand away, her arm still under his head pulled him up, and she smothered his mouth with her own. She kissed him lustily. Her tongue dove into his willing mouth as she took him. Tasted his mouth, his breath, his cum. She licked in hard wet strokes over his cheeks and bit his lips and then again swallowed his tongue. She was completely lost now. An animalistic desire took control and directed her.

She rolled back onto the bed and Evan rolled with her. She sucked and licked and bit at his cheeks and neck and lips. His face was shiny and wet. She lay flat on her back and Evan rolled full atop her. His wet belly, pressed against hers, further fueled her. Her hands gripped the tops of his shoulders and pushed. She urged him down.

Evan complied and his lips fell to her breasts and nipples. As pleasing as the sensations were she was far beyond them. Her entire body burned with a fiery need. "Lower!" She demanded as still she pushed his shoulders. Evan realized what she wanted him to do. He'd seen it in many videos and pictures but he wasn't sure he knew exactly how to do it. If Catherine had taught him one thing so far it was what he saw in those images had very little to do with real sex. He'd explored her pussy with his fingers earlier that day and Catherine had shown him all its wondrous parts. Showed him how and where she liked to be touched. He relaxed slightly and recalled her advice to not try too hard and to let it come naturally.

As he kissed down her soft belly he could smell her strong musk. Like invisible wispy fingers that wrapped about his head and guided him downward. She smelled so good and he breathed her deeply into his chest. Catherine's hand landed on the top of his head and he finally shuffled fully below her. Her legs bent up high and spread wide.

It was then that he saw for the first time that she too had shaved. What had earlier in the day been framed in dark curly hairs was now slick and smooth. Catherine had wanted her pussy natural for Evan's first fuck. But while he slept she'd gone into the bathroom and shaved herself. She left the downy mound above her pussy but everything below was slicked.

He could see every crease and fold and twist and curve. Her fleshy outer lips had pulled back slightly. The thin curvy inner lips pouted out. Her thick swollen clit almost fully exposed from its hood. Her entire pussy glimmered with her freely flowing juices. Evan's eyes followed the shiny wet trail as it snaked down and disappeared into the crease of her ample bottom. It was truly one of the most fascinating yet beautiful things he'd ever seen.

He'd actually only paused briefly to admire her sex but to Catherine it felt like an eternity. She was so incredibly hot now that her fingers could bring a quick and pleasing orgasm. But that wouldn't due. She had awakened a hunger that would was far too deep and strong to be so easily satiated. Of all the great sex she'd had in her life, all the incredible orgasms, and all the wonderful experiences she could not remember ever being this deeply involved. Every fiber of her focused and strained for the same common goal. Her mind, her body, her soul all gelled into one pulsing creature of desire.

Her hands at each side of her wet pussy, she pulled herself fully open. "Kiss it. Kiss it Evan." Catherine groaned as he complied and she felt his gentle pursed lips kissing her. "That's it. Kiss it all over." She growled in pleasure.

Evan kissed all around her sweet wetness. Along her shiny folds, down to where they met at the very base of her and back up. Then deep inside her, between her lips where the pink flesh beckoned to him.

"Oh yes. Yes, yes. That's a good boy kiss me inside." Catherine's hips rolled and bucked into his face. She held herself open to him with one hand and the other reached for her breast. Her fingers found her stiff swollen nipple and squeezed it harder than she'd ever done before. It hurt but it hurt with stinging dark pleasure. She writhed and twisted as her body struggled to absorb the intensity of the gratification.

Evan loved the taste of her in his mouth. So completely different than he tasted. Her heady scent and intoxicating nectar made him drunk with a desire to please her. To devour her until she told him she could take no more. He ran his tongue flat and long up her entire pussy. She moaned and bucked as he did it again and again.

Almost accidentally his warm tongue slipped shallowly inside of her wet core. Her body and throaty growls reinforced his actions. Soon, Evan was pushing his tongue as deep and hard into her as he could manage. He hadn't even noticed that his own thumbs now held her spread open to his mouth. The hand that once had been there was now tightly wound into his hair.

He was so engrossed in pleasing her now. Exploring and discovering what made her respond the most. He remembered the stiff bud at the top of her pussy that she so enjoyed his fingers on before. He licked it and felt her shudder slightly. Soon he was licking it hard and long. Stopping only to twirl the tip of his tongue around it before again lapping at her hard clit. And as he had earlier that day, Evan eased his two middle fingers deep inside her. They slipped effortlessly into her wetness. He recalled how she liked it when he curled them up toward her belly. He rubbed them slowly in and out of her.

Catherine had completely closed off the entire outside world. Her only link to it now was the direct contact between her pussy and his mouth and fingers. Her body pulsed and rocked with the incredible pleasure. Her nipple had gone almost numb from her tormenting fingers but she hadn't noticed. She was so incredibly close now. She could feel the orgasm building deep inside of her. Her pussy was awash in electric sensations.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she could barely snatch quick breaths. Her hand pulled at Evan's hair and she forced him hard against her soaking pussy. Her juices flowed from her in torrents of warmth as his fingers stroked and massaged her inner walls.

Her neck was so taught she was barely able to lift her to head. "Suck!" She growled and then slammed her head back to the bed.

Evan swallowed her aching clit into his mouth. He could feel the swollen nub inside of him and rolled and pressed his tongue over it. Catherine's hips smashed into his face, her ass jutted up off the bed, her hand crushed his face against her. He devoured her with a deep hunger. His fingers had unconsciously begun to press harder against her and moved in and out of her faster. They slid along the upper most reaches of her deep inner pussy. Then out almost to the tips and back in again. Faster and harder with each stroke.

The first white-hot shots of her orgasm exploded out from her pussy and flashed through her body like lightning. She moaned deep and loud and uncontrollably. Her hips thrashed but her hand held his mouth firmly to her clit. Her fingers at last released her nipple and it chilled with the sudden rush of returning blood. They reached out and tore at the blanket beneath her. Her knuckles stark white as she gripped handfuls of it.

Wave after explosive wave of pure raw pleasure smashed through her body. She felt the strong full gush of fluid spill out from her lips. Her ass now flooded in her cum. Her head snapped up and then slammed back down again and again.

Her legs quivered and trembled, her breaths husky and quick between shuddering moans of exquisite pleasure. Just as she would begin to think the orgasm was slowing it would roil through her again. Over and over the powerful sensations smashed through her. She felt as if her entire body was cumming. As if her every muscle was climaxing in unison. Never had she cum so hard or so long or so completely.

Evan's fingers slipped from her as he struggled against her thrashing body. His palms pressed into her deep inner thighs. Pushing her back just enough to allow quick bits of air to fill his nostrils.

A long slow shudder rippled through her entire body as the sharp edge of her orgasm gave way to deeper rolling waves. She pushed Evan's head back freeing her far-too sensitive clit from his mouth. She gasped slightly as the cool air washed over it. The scent of her sex hung heavy in the air.

Her toes slowly uncurled, her calves began to relax, the lids of her eyes no longer squeezed so tight. She was still riding the lingering rolling waves that ebbed out from her very core. Ever so slowly the world around her began to return. She drew a long deep breath as her legs slid down in exhaustion. A muscle in her thigh spasmed slightly from the prolonged contraction it had endured.

Evan crawled up beside her, his body warm against hers. He held himself up by an elbow, his leg slipping over hers. He tenderly pushed her frenzied hair back an