melanieplayful play (part 3) 
 
 
   
 
Kathryn became a steady girlfriend for almost two years. She was very keen on poetry, both English and German, particularly Rilke. But, before I went to college we both realised we had outgrown each other and a permanent relationship was not to be. When I was home for a vacation I met Jane. 
 
Jane was what was once described as a well brought up girl. She was well-mannered, polite and sweet. Now she had left college a few years previously she had developed a taste for spreading her wings, as it were. Her love talk could be quite crude. I can’t remember where I first met her but I fell for her hook, line and sinker, as they say. She was very tall and slim, a figure accentuated by the kind of clothes she wore – long, leggy tight trousers for example and a tight fitting top, which emphasised her prominent breasts and often her exquisite cleavage. I think that she knew very well that she was pretty and attractive to the opposite sex. Her flirtiness was part of her appeal. 
 
It didn’t take her long to discover how innocent and naïve I was. Quite a bit older than me, she took me under her spreading wing and taught me much about love making. But it was her freedom to say exactly what she wanted to say in the bluntest way that really took my breath away. We were walking through a park, in the early days of a hot September. I remember her telling me that she wanted to get out of her jeans and wear a summer dress.  
 
We were sitting next to each other on a grassy bank, under a tree when she slipped a hand into the top of my jeans and felt for my dick. It stood to attention immediately in obedience to her fingers pulling the foreskin back. There was nobody about, so I undid my zip at Jane’s request.  
“I’m going to wank you,” she announced and began to grip hold of my dick, taking the foreskin over the head and down the shaft. My erection grew.  
“It won’t take long to get some spunk out of you,” she told me, “and I’m going to squeeze your balls with my other hand.”  
 
She turned to face me head on, with both hands on my private parts.  
“Do you like me wanking you?” she asked. I could barely speak.  
“Yes,” I gasped eventually, as a stream of semen shot out on to the grass. I thought Jane would stop at this point but she didn’t.  
“I’m sure there’s more where that came from,” she said, grinning at me, “and I’m going to squeeze the last drop of spunk from that dick of yours. Is this your first experience of a woman wanking you?”  
“Yes, it is,” I replied rather lamely.  
She continued to manipulate the foreskin, moving it back and forth until she was satisfied there was no more juice left in me.  
“Do you want watch me wank?” she asked. 
“Can you? What do you mean exactly?” 
“I’ll show you what I mean tomorrow if you like. We can walk by the river. I’ll wear that short summer dress and nothing underneath.”  
 
She paused for thought and then asked me,  
“Have you ever seen a woman’s cunt, close up, I mean?”  
“No, I never have. Anything I have done has been by touch, not by sight,” I replied. “Well, you have a learning treat in store for you tomorrow morning at eleven o’clock, near the Old Bridge. I’ll bring a couple of toys and show you what I can do. Okay?”  
“Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”  
“I hope the weather keeps sunny and warm for us,” Jane said and walked off into the distance, leaving me to wonder what would happen on the following day. 
 
The following morning there she was, right on time, waiting for me with a bag slung over her shoulder.  
“Let’s walk along this way,” she suggested, leading me by the hand along the river bank to a large log set back from the water’s edge on which she perched, putting the bag down beside her.  
“Now, you sit in front of me and look carefully. I’ll pull the skirt of my dress up, like so, open my legs, like so, and you should be able to see my cunt in all its glory.”  
 
I looked at the pink fleshy folds as she pulled apart her lips.  
“Now,” she said, “as Chaucer’s Wife of Bath reminds us, the cunt has two functions, firstly, pissing and secondly, fucking. Look here, this is my pee hole. See?”  
“Yes,” I replied, as she put her finger next to the opening in her slit.  
“First, I’m going to show you how I pee. Have you ever seen a girl pee before?”  
“Yes and no,” I replied.  
“What do you mean?” she asked.  
“When I was a little boy, about six years of age I went out in the countryside with a friend and his older sister, who was about thirteen. We were crossing a field when her brother announced that he needed to go to the toilet.  
‘You might as well go here,’ she said, ‘… there’s nobody about. I want to go as well, but you won’t see anything because my long skirt will cover me.’ She crouched down pulling her skirt aside slightly and started to pee, holding her knickers out of the line of fire. When she had finished she started to get up but stopped. ‘Here, look if you want to,” she said, opening her legs wide whilst she searched in her handbag for a tissue to wipe away any remains. We both could see a bit of pink flesh for a split second, but it didn’t amount to very much.”  
“Well, today you can see everything, and I’m going to pee right in front of you,” said Jane. 
 
With these words she let go a stream of yellow fluid, which quickly soaked into the ground in front of her. When she had finished she asked,  
“It’s not really very sexual is it?”  
“No,” I replied, “but the sight of your…” I faltered. 
“Cunt,” she said firmly, “but the sight of my cunt is sexual?” 
“Yes, very.” 
“Now for the finger fucking part,” she continued, “if you look here this is where I’m putting my fingers, two or three at a time and pushing them deep inside my cunt. See?” I nodded in agreement. She began to masturbate with her three fingers working her way deep inside her vagina and smiled in satisfaction as she did so.  
 
She then delved into her handbag with her other hand and extracted a dark green courgette. This was very smooth skinned with a bulbous end.  
“I use this, or a cucumber, for extra delight,” she told me, withdrawing fingers dripping with her juices and inserting its end into her gaping orifice, “though sometimes I have to lubricate it if my cunt is very dry, but I don’t need to do that today. I can push it quite deeply inside me. Watch! Now I pull it out a bit and push it back in, which is like when you move your foreskin back and forth. Here, you take hold of it and wank me... That’s it. Good. I can get it all the way in, I think.” 
“There are some people coming along the path towards us,” I said, alarmed. 
“Don’t worry, the courgette is completely inside my cunt now and if I close my legs and pull my dress down over my knees they will never know or see anything.”  
 
The man and woman walked past us and gradually disappeared into the distance. I breathed a sigh of relief but Jane was not at all worried. She opened her legs and pulled out the courgette, tossing it into the bushes behind her.  
 
“I’ve got something else to show you,” she said, “… an electric toothbrush, cordless, see?” She took the instrument from her bag and held it aloft.  
“Don’t look alarmed. I’m not going to put it inside me. I use it for the vibrations by putting its back against my clit, my lips or in the opening here.”  
 
She switched it on and touched the vibrating head against her vulva. She immediately went into a kind of orgasmic spasm as the juices gushed from her wide open vagina and on to the grass. She removed the toothbrush and put it back in the bag.  
“Come and lick me out now. Get you tongue deep in my cunt and suck up every drop of cunt juice. And enjoy it!”  
 
I did as she asked. 
"Another time," she announced, "you can put your prick in here and fuck me hard, but that is enough for one day. I don't want people walking by watching us fucking ourselves silly!" 
 
She got dressed and we went on our way. 
 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: February 13th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-melanieplayful.pen