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Copyright 2007 Andrew Jay all right reserved.  Intended for adults only. 
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   The 5th Notch on the Bedpost, by Andrew Jay Slow, Rom, MF, impreg?

   Firstly, lets get a couple of things straight: The bedpost in question
is a metaphorical one, and you haven't missed parts 1 - 4.  Rather I have.
Notches 1 - 3 were in my much younger days and I am not particularly proud
of them.  Notch 4 was the whole boy meets girl, they fuck, they fall out
thing.  Just about everyone has a story like that, so I will leave it for
another time.

   Notch 5, well that was something different.  I thought I would leave it
unwritten until something happened to me yesterday.

   I should add that this really did happen to me, and I have used the real
first names of the main participants.  I am Andrew, and for those
interested, I am quite tall with short brown hair and very dark brown eyes.
The girl in question is Adele.  This occurred back in the early nineties
when I was eighteen.

   It all started after a row with my girlfriend of the time (lets call her
Notch 4 for the moment).  I say girlfriend, but the only thing we had in
common was sex.  She liked it.  I liked it.  The rows usually happened in
those times that we were together but not having sex.  This was a row big
enough for me to think that maybe it was all over - the real annoyance was
that I had splashed out for some tickets to a local dance.  I was never
keen on the rave scene - maybe I was weird.  I liked country dance, and now
I had no one to go with that evening.

   I was working in a local shop at the time.  Saturday afternoons could
drag by and I would barely see a sole.  That's when she came into the shop.


   Adele.

   I knew her, of course.  She was Notch 4's best friend, but I thought she
had gone to university, and here she was in front of me - looking as
surprised as I felt.

   Adele wasn't tall, wasn't slim.  Curvy would describe her.  Tight blue
jeans that showed the shape of her hips perfectly.  Tight green T shirt
barely restraining her huge bust.  Smooth face with a winning smile and
blond loosely curled hair.  She was a vision.  She also had a boyfriend of
the gorilla variety - `Steve'.

   I stammered my hellos and briefly caught up on her news.  She was back
from Uni for a long weekend.  She wanted to catch up on some coursework, so
she hadn't announced to anyone that she was back.  She was only there to
buy a newspaper, but this was my chance to salvage the evening.

   It is amazing what desperation can do.  She tried to wriggle out of
going with me to the dance.  She had nothing to wear; her hair was a mess;
she didn't really like that sort of dance.  Maybe I looked like I was about
to cry or something, but somehow I got her to agree to go with me.  I
should be honest - it was a pity date.

   The evening arrived and I agonised over what to wear.  Mustn't be too
cool, not scruffy though.  I settled on something that, with hindsight, was
probably both un-cool and scruffy.  And lots of aftershave.  I needn't have
worried.  Adele was wearing the same jeans, now trimmed with a belt.  She
had changed into a white blouse with a little cleavage, but it was clearly
just the first top she had to hand.  I think she looked lovely.  I `think',
because I spent most of the evening sneaking a peek at her cleavage.

   I drove us to the dance.  I tried to make conversation, but it is quite
difficult if you don't really know the other person very well and if you
have your mind on something else - it felt like it might be a long evening.

   It turned out that Adele had never been to anything like a country
dance. It was a struggle to get her onto the dance floor, but once she was
there, and getting into the intricacies of country dancing she actually
started to enjoy it.  Before long we were on the floor for every dance,
laughing with our own lack of co-ordination and at the mistakes of others.
We had a great time, and by the end of the evening we were both hot and
sweaty, but we laughed and talked our way all the way back to her house,
which was by now dark except for the single hall light left on for her
benefit.

   `Here we are' I said as I pulled on the handbrake.  `That was a perfect
evening, and so unexpected' she giggled.  `It was almost perfect' I agreed.
`Almost?' she looked at me quizzically.  Then the truth of what I said
dawned on her, probably before I realised what I meant.  She paused in
thought for a moment, then it happened.  She leaned over to me, grabbed my
collar and kissed me gently on the lips.

   Back then I could sometimes be accused of being a bit slow on the
uptake. Not this time.  Her gentle kiss turned into something more when I
gently pressed back and in moments we were sharing a passionate kiss.  I
could taste the rum she had been drinking on her lips and on her tongue. 
It gave me the hardest hard-on I could ever remember.

   She wasn't letting up with her tongue, so I decided it was time to
gently run my fingers down the side of her breast.  Any man will know this
is a pivotal time in a new relationship.  It will either get him a slap
around the face or a girl that wants more.  So far my scores in this
situation were 5 slaps, and 4 girls ready for more.  This occasion brought
me up to 5 - 5, and soon her blouse was undone and I was rubbing a nipple
through her plain white bra.  She had undone a few of my shirt buttons and
was stroking my embarrassingly hairless chest.

   `Stop a minute' she gasped between kisses.  `I have a boyfriend and you
have a girlfriend'.  I had omitted to tell her about the break up with
Notch 4.  `I don't want that to change in the morning.'

   I understood exactly what she meant, so I nodded.  `Come on' she
commanded, and got out of the car and started towards her front door.  I
slammed the car door and quickly followed.  She giggled a `ssh' sign to me
- her mum and dad were home.

   Adele opened the front door and quietly let me in.  Another `ssh' sign -
more serious this time, then she started to creep up the stairs, with me
following after.  If someone had seen us, they would probably have thought
it quite comical: Adele was making exaggerated tiptoe steps up the stairs
with her blouse undone displaying her wonderful bosom.  I was following,
trying to be quiet, but battling with an enormous hard-on.

   We got to her room at last, and Adele shut the door quietly behind us.
We still needed to be quiet, but we picked up pretty much where we left off
in the car.  While our lips were locked together, I started to shuck off
her blouse, she undid the button on my trousers.  Next was the clasp on the
back of her bra.  I hadn't been practicing for the last 5 years with one of
my sister's bras strapped over the back of a chair for nothing.  The clasp
undid instantly, and I felt the weight of her ample breasts fall forward. I
had never been with a girl with large breasts before - it had never really
bothered me how big they were, but I was a convert to big breasts from that
point on.

   Meanwhile Adele seemed to be having a similar epiphany.  My penis was
now free of my trousers and underwear.  She was gently holding it in her
hand, feeling the length of it.  She had stopped kissing me for a second to
look at my cock, eyes wide open, her fingers barely able to encircle it.  I
never thought I was any more than averagely endowed, but clearly I was
bigger than Steve the `gorilla'.  I had barely removed her bra before she
knelt down and took me in her mouth.

   With my years of experience of women since that time, I have learned
that women can be roughly categorised into 3 groups: .Those that wont suck
a penis. .Those that will suck a penis with encouragement. .Those that need
no encouragement.  This category of woman is definitely my favourite and
Adele was one of them.

   It thought I might be about to come, but I think Adele realised how far
things were going and slowly stood up.  It was my turn to lick her.  I
teased at her nipples with my tongue whilst I tackled her belt and the
button on her jeans.  She let out little short sighs as I licked around her
dark areola, her nipples hardening at my touch.  The button finally popped
open on her jeans and I held them while she stepped out of them.  Her
briefs soon came off the same way.  and I was able to see what she had down
there.

   Unlike Notch 4, she didn't have a huge black hairy patch of pubes - just
a neatly trimmed patch of golden brown hair.  Her slightly swollen looking
lips were glistening with her juices.

   `Come over here' she whispered, taking my hand and leading me towards
her single bed.  I hadn't noticed before but her bed was covered with soft
toys, and the walls of her room plastered with posters of pop stars.  She
brushed the toys out of the way and reclined back on the bed, legs open.

   I hadn't had time to give her breasts some really close attention, so I
made up for that now, licking and nibbling them, massaging them in my
hands, and enjoying her hard nipples in my mouth.  I was holding my lower
body away from hers as I didn't have a condom on yet, but the tip of my
cock was still gently tapping her on the stomach.  Her face reddened and
she writhed under my touch.  I could feel her hips lifting up as if to try
and capture my penis in her vagina.  It was time for my tongue to pay a
little visit to her pussy, so I gently kissed my was down her stomach,
inching myself down the bed until I was able to smell her warm sex.  This
is something I had attempted with Notch 4, but I found the mouthful of
pubes rather off-putting.  I very gently kissed the nub at the top of her
slit, then licked each of her vaginal lips.  No pubes problems yet.  She
spread her legs more, and I took the opportunity to open the lips of her
vagina with my fingers.  Holding her apart, I slowly pushed my tongue into
her as far as I could, my nose rubbing on her clit.  I felt her first
orgasm - she managed to stifle the sound of it, but not the tremors going
through her.  Her vagina was dripping with her fluids.  I started to finger
fuck her whilst I licked her clitoris and it wasn't long before she came
again.

   I started to kiss my way back up her body - she had a deep blush which
extended from her cheeks down between hear breasts.  I sat up between her
legs so the base of my cock was rubbing her slick pussy.  This way I could
tease her vagina with my cock, whilst teasing her nipples with my fingers.
She seemed almost out of it, but her hips started to rock gently up and
down, slowly sliding her pussy up and down the length of my cock.

   `Do it.  Now.  Please' she hoarsely whispered.

   I reached to my trousers on the floor for the condom in my pocket.  Have
you ever had that feeling that something was going so well was about to go
to pieces?  This was one of those moments.  I think a look of panic flashed
over my face when I realised the condom was in my pocket.  In my jacket. 
In my car.

   `Do you have a condom?' I whispered desperately.  `In my bag'

   I looked around the room.  Fluffy toys yes.  Bag no.  `Where is it?' I
queried.  `Downstairs in the hall.  Just do it' she answered.

   I have thought that statement over a few times since then.  At the time
I thought she meant `fuck me without one', but she could have meant `Run
down and get one quickly'.  I know the safe sex thing they bang on about
now, but these were slightly different times.  Whatever she meant me to do,
she didn't object once I had slipped the head of my penis into her eager
pussy.

   She was tight.  She was wet.  I slowly inched my way into her in one
long movement.  She seemed to be inhaling the whole time until my penis
came to the end of it's path.  I still had an inch of cock to go (it was a
shame to have it go to waste), so I asked her `do you want the rest of it?'
`Yes' she replied.  I think she would have said `yes' to `do you want a
banana in your ear?' I pushed more firmly.  She gasped as her muscles
stretched to accommodate this new intrusion.  It was when I was fully
inside her that she came again - attempts at silence now forgotten.  I
started to slowly pump her, gently increasing in rhythm, pounding into her
cervix.  Had I been a bit more experienced I might have tried to delay the
moment of my climax.  As it was, this was out of the question and with one
final thrust I exploded my sperm deep inside her.

   One of the things I really like about sex is the glow you get afterwards
in each other's arms, and this time was no exception.  `You better go now.
Mum doesn't like people staying over'.  she tiredly said to me.  `Ok.  Just
five minutes here and I will go' I answered, snuggling up to her naked body
in the small bed.

   The next morning, the sunlight started to shine through the curtains.  I
don't know who slept in the wet patch, but I suspected we both did.  Adele
was as beautiful asleep as she was awake.  Her breasts raised and fell as
she breathed.  I was spooned around her sleeping form.  She shifted
slightly, and her bottom moved closer to my crotch.  I realised I had an
erection (I was 18 and I had just woken up remember).  The tip of my knob
was probing at her pussy, still slick with our bodily fluids.  I smiled -
what a way to wake her up I thought to myself as I pressed inside her
again.

   She didn't wake up immediately, perhaps thinking it was a dream.  I
started to gently fuck her again, after a few strokes feeling her press
back against me to get my full hardness into her.

   The pace quickened, and she motioned for me to let her go doggy style.
She had a large round bottom, and this I decided, was the perfect way to
see it - with my cock hammering in and out of her.  Cute bum hole winking
at me, which I teased gently with my finger.

   We both came fairly quickly - she got a second load of my seed in her.
After one last kiss, I hurriedly got dressed and somehow managed to sneak
out of the house un-noticed.  As I left the house I turned and saw Adele at
her bedroom window, still naked.  She blew me a kiss and waved as I climbed
into my car.

   That was the last I saw Adele for some time.  I moved to another town,
and she went back to University and to Steve.  It was the last time until
yesterday.

   I was walking through my old home town centre, when I passed a familiar
looking woman.  She wasn't tall, wasn't slim.  Curvy would describe her. 
Tight blue jeans that showed the shape of her hips perfectly.  It was
Adele. Incredulous, I said hello and introduced myself - I could have added
`the last time I saw you, you were naked', but I chose not to.  I think she
was thinking the same thing herself.

   She said she was waiting for someone, so we swapped histories briefly.
She had gone to university, but dropped out when she got pregnant, married
Steve but that hadn't really lasted.  She was a single mother now, back
living with her parents.  I told her about my situation - we were both
really pleased to see each other.

   The person who she was waiting for finally arrived.  It was her daughter
- a tall girl, about 16 with blond hair and very dark brown eyes.  There
was something about those eyes I recognised.
   

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