She smiled, “You like my outfits.”
“Love them sweet. Anyway. We sat on the floor reading each others work. And she sat directly across from me, we barely knew each other, with her legs wide apart extending on either side of me, her knees up and open, reading my work and looking at me.”
“I was this little blonde haired boy. She had to be ten years older than me. I was literally drinking her in and I know she knew it.”
“So, after class, I got it in my head to follow her. I could barely speak to her that day in class and I had never had that problem before. But my heart was pounding in my ears. I didn’t know what I was going to do or why. I was in the moment - I had to know where she lived.”
“So I paced behind her as she walked along about five blocks. It was a beautiful hot summer day. I had on just this T shirt and I think jeans. It doesn’t matter. She was in those jet black jeans. She was about half block ahead of me when she went into a little shop. Grocery store.”
I was rubbing the top of Sara's hand now and each of her fingers. She turned her hand over, exposing her palm again, I was stroking her wrist as she sipped her wine with her other hand. This evening was lyrical. Pure magic. What were we drinking. It had to be some sort of secret potion.
“Keep going,” she said.
“Anyway there I stood at this store standing at the door and not knowing what else to do I walked in, pretending to be shopping. Looking at nothing, seeing her pick out some juice or something and heading to the counter. She was going to walk right by me, and I glanced at her, she turned. Recognized me.”
“‘Oh hi,’ I said.”
“‘Hi, you live around here?’”
“‘No, I uh,’”
“I was really at a loss, I don’t think she could have possibly thought I was like stalking her. And I sure didn’t think she would talk to me. I had no plan for her talking to me.”
“Just open to whatever happened,” Sarah breathed, and I saw real admiration in her eyes just then.
“‘Well I loved what you wrote today,’ she said to me again.”
“‘I was going to visit a friend,’ I lied, ‘but they weren’t home. And I. . .’”
“‘You want to come over.’ She said it just like that. And she waved the bottle - ‘Have some tea.’ That’s right it was ice tea. ‘You got any more stuff with you? Poetry I mean.’”
“‘Uh, Yeah sure.’”
“She had jet black hair to go with those jet black jeans. I was so mesmerized, and I think she enjoyed the effect she was having on this little boy.”
“And I followed her.”
“I followed her up a narrow flight of steps to her apartment. I still walk past that building. It stands right next to a church. I can just smell the smells of that hallway. She made small talk as we walked. About going back to school, wanting to better herself. But not in a corporate way. She unlocked the door to an old duplex and up some stairs. I remember walking up those stairs like it was yesterday.”
“We sat around a small table and she pulled her chair up close to me, right next to me, as I fumbled through my papers, leaning her shoulder into mine, we looked down at the paper. I could feel her breath. The whole room smelled like candles and incense. She whispered to me, ‘Read to me.’”
“I loved her smile. Wicked little smile.”
“‘You nervous.’ She said.”
“‘No. I . . .’”
“She laughed. Your trembling. This is fun! It’s Fine. It’s . . .’”
“And she glanced out the window as she said it, and then, her eyes got big.”
“She was all, ‘Fucking christ, shit shit shit.’ She said. Her eyes as big as saucers. She got up and stepped away from me.”
“‘What,’ and I stupidly leaned myself to look out the window.”
“‘It’s my boyfriend. I’m sorry. You got to. . ‘ And she took me by the hand.”
“I could see him standing outside by the door, fumbling for keys as she pulled me away from the window. He was like a big football player. ‘Get away from there,’ she said.”
“‘I’m sorry - fuck - but he’s jealous. He he just won’t understand. You got to get in here.’”
“And she threw me inside this little tiny closet full of coats and junk.”
“So from deciding to follow her and find out where she lived. Here I was standing inside this stupid little closet in her apartment.” I laughed. “With some giant guy coming who wouldn’t understand.” I laughed and laughed just then.
Sara, eyes were wide, she was laughing too, “Oh my god. I can’t believe it. Oh my god!” She was squirming around in her chair holding onto my hands.
She pulled her hand back from mine and put it to her head, pulling her hair back, and shaking herself letting her hair settle around her shoulders. Opening her eyes again, looking at me, her little almond eyes flirting. And then she lay her hand back down on top of mine, we splayed our fingers together and softly caressed each others fingers.
“What then?” she breathed, her head turned toward me, tipped to one side. “Keep going.”
I was thinking ahead, and sort of realizing the trend of my own story now. I was telling it with a lot more detail than I had intended. “Uh, I don’t know. I don’t know if I should continue the story. That’s pretty much . . .”
She hit my hand with hers and took my whole hand in hers again. Sipped some Wine. “Like hell. Keep going. This is one of the most unbelievable . . .I just wish.”
I started, “Well,” then paused once again, and she said through gritted teeth, “Go on.”
I breathed, “Well there I stood, and this big lug of a guy came in. I remember him being just huge. And dumb. Had to be dumb.” She hit me. “Really, No I could tell he was dumb. Like the opposite of me.”
“What, small and smart,” she licked her lips as she said this.
“I could hear him say something like ‘hey baby got any of that left over for me,’ and she was like ‘what are you doing home.’”
“Most of the conversation I could not make out, but then he came near to the closet and I could hear her following him, quick steps and I was like oh shit oh shit. This is it I’m a dead man. I was covering my head with my arms. He said something like, ‘what baby.’ Anyway she must have turned him around, because it sounded like his back was pressing into the closet door - Thump!! - and he would have been facing her when he said, ‘you are so fucking beautiful, baby.’”
I stopped, “Sorry, I just swore,”
“That’s all right. I don’t think it’s not the first time you said ‘fuck’ in this story. Tell it like you remember. Everything.”
“And it was quiet. I knew she was letting him kiss her. He was leaning against the closet door kissing her and I could see the door pressing in.” My mind was swimming now.
“He was saying stuff like, ‘I love your smell. Oh baby. I got an hour. How ‘bout Some afternoon delight.’ Something like that. I heard him say that and I thought shit. An hour! But then. They’re going to have sex! They’re going to have sex! Cause I was this little kid that couldn’t get enough, or any or something like that.”
“And at that I started to see if there was any way I could see out of this little closet. There were cracks of light but no way I could SEE! Plus its not like I could move around cause it would make noise and they were like right outside the door. But I could hear. And the bed was right by the closet and I heard them lay down on the bed. SQUEEEK! He was pulling her clothes off, I could hear the fabric. She was saying ‘yeah, come here,’ like that. He says ‘Oh baby, you are so sweet. Lay back. Yeah. Yeah. Let me look at you.’ And just this Silence.”
"God I wanted to see her, I knew she was no more than a few feet away from me naked. Completely naked! I could hear him settle on the bed and lay with her God I wanted to see her.”
I was thinking about Sara just then in the bathroom that day in the soft white robe, the other day in her panties. I think she knew where my mind had drifted just then. Had to. Her eyes fluttered at me then.Her lovely smile.
Sara was stroking my wrist and softly rubbing my arm up to the edge and beneath the sleeve of my shirt. When I started to talk again she closed her eyes.
“Her voice came through muffled. ‘That’s it yeah come here baby come here, *fuck* me.’"
“She knew where I was sitting in that little closet. She knew I could hear everything and amazingly I could hear her talking through what was happening. God. Oh I remember it like it was yesterday. It had to have been for me. ‘Oh my pussy is so wet' (did I say that??). 'That’s it, come here, no wait, slow down big boy. I’m not ready. Eat me. You got me laying here with my legs open. Eat me. Come on baby.’ Just this stream of words for my imagination.”
I could see Sara blush and sense that she was tensing her thighs, tipping her hips, as her shoulders rose and fell.
I paused. “I’m being pretty explicit here.”
“Keep going, just . . .” her eyes got big. “Quit stopping.” She said that last word through her teeth like a plosive. Her cheeks were flushed, I could see she was getting aroused.
“And I guess he ate her out. I swear I could hear it, standing in the dark hearing everything. She was all ‘ummm so good. Yeah lick me there. Higher, oh you’re making me so wet baby.’ She was talking to ME. It was like my senses were ten times what they had ever been. Seeing nothing.”
“He was not very long before he was laying on her though. I could hear the bed compress beneath them. I heard her once saying, ‘wait honey, a little longer. No.’ They were breathing hard. He was saying, ‘oh yeah now baby. Oh god, yeah,’ and I could literally hear him slapping into her. The rhythm of their making love.”
“Their fucking you mean,” Sara corrected me (Did she say that??)
“But once they were - fucking - I repeated (she closed her eyes when I said that and squeezed my hand), I could hear him call out ‘ohhhh yeahhh, baby.’ So there was the hour, I laughed. And like it wasn’t two minutes later that he was moving away from the bed. He was getting dressed and they kissed for awhile, then a door closed and the whole house was silent again. I didn’t dare open the door. That didn’t take more than fifteen minutes it seemed like to me. I was laughing. But then it was all silence. I stood there and stood there. Like five minutes and the whole house was silent.”
“I did not know what to do. So I just stood there.”
“And then the door opened, this wave of light. I held my hand over my eyes. And she was standing with this little tiny robe on, white, silk. Her outline, I could see her face all Flushed, her lips swollen, she was smiling. Her hair dark and splayed out, with the sun shining behind her.”
Sara looked at me and squeezed my hand. “The same little robe as yours, yeah. Her hair disheveled. She just said, ‘look at you. Its all right come on out.’ And she took me by the hand and led me out, I sat down on the bed. The bed where they had just been - fucking - five minutes before.” I liked saying the word in front of Sara. “I knew that the only thing she was wearing was this little robe, the bottom was not two inches below . . .”
Sara sipped her wine and tilted her head at me, like continue or else.
I looked in her eyes as I said it, “. . .Her pussy.” Sara laughed put her hand up to her face, covered her eyes. Tilting her head down, looking up at me, I could see the whites of her eyes below as she looked up at me. A lttle pout. God she was beautiful just then.
“She kept standing looking down at me. ‘Sorry about him. He never comes home in the day. That didn’t exactly go as I planned. Plus the little fucker left me so . . . horny.’ She looked down at herself, then me. ‘What can I do about that,’ she said. ‘But then, here you are, I have you don’t I?’ And my eyes were saucers.”
"She just stood right in front of me. ‘Go on. Open my robe.’ She said to me. Soft and gentle. She said. ‘Go ahead. I won’t bite.’”
"I put my hands up on each of her thighs, and she said. ‘That’s it. Just do what I tell you.’ but she said it so soft, inviting. She was about to let me do anything to her.”
"I ran my hand up her thighs, lifting my hands higher and under her robe to each side of her hips and she pulled the sash of the robe and let it fall open. Delicate. It just spread open in front of me. It wasn’t open more than an inch maybe two, and right before me was this line of white skin rising up exposing her to me, her black little muff, this little wild triangle of hair. And the smell of pussy. The sunlight shining right on her belly over my head.”
“I said to her, ‘It’s the same color as your jeans.’”
“She laughed. Said, ‘Something like that,’ and I still had my hand on her hips caressing her skin and she was opening her legs a little and pulling open her robe for me and then back behind her. I remember looking at her like it was yesterday, when she said to me, ‘Hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds.’ What a line! And it was right then I could see the cum running down her legs.”
“I actually shook my head no. Ha! No I don’t mind sloppy seconds. I didn’t say that. I just shook my head no.”
“You are so adorable,” Sara cooed.
I laughed, “That’s exactly what she said next.”
“She had me, pure desire, pure adoration. I could smell her sex and as she opened her legs, I could see the wet streaks running down her thighs. She was unbuttoning my shirt and I just let her. Reaching my hands around I cupped her *ass* and tugged her nearer to me, looking at her as I fell back on the bed. She was bending down letting her breasts fall before my face and pressing me back into the mattress. I lay there looking up at her."
"‘Lets get you more comfortable.’ And before I knew it we were laying on the bed, both naked, the white sheets crumpled down at the bottom in this hot little room. Oh, the room was so hot, I could feel sweat on my chest and she was wet everywhere. I could smell her, and incense in the room, the old smell of the apartment, her soft skin, perfume. I remember everything.” I had my nose in the air, “Pure pleasure.”
“‘Just lay back, let me see you.’ She took my penis in her hand and turned her fingers around it, traced up along my chest. She was tracing her finger on my skin as she said, ‘Remember this, take your time when you make love to a woman. A woman loves to be worshiped.’ And she bent down and kissed the tip of my penis.”
“And I said, ‘You are a goddess.’”
“She kissed me, laughing. ‘Yes. Yes.’ And ‘What am I going to do with you?’”
“And she lifted her little frame up over my body stradling me with her legs, and let her puss slide down along my torso. Uhhh, I can still feel those hairs tickling, sliding along my belly as she lowered herself on me.”
I was watching Sara and her head jilted forward, I could hear this light, “mmmm” emanate from her lips. And as I told the story I lifted my hand from hers and lightly, ever so lightly reached to her, began to touch her breasts through the fabric of her thin little night shirt. She didn't move as my voice washed over her. She kept her eyes closed, taking in a deep breath.
I was letting my fingers trace the line of her collar bone as I talked, and drawing my hand lower squeezing her breasts and tracing the outline of her nipples. I was watching Sara as her breath became more ragged, just catching in her throat leaning forward pressing her breasts in my hand when I touched her there, and as she twined her fingers into my other hand holding me tight.
"She was pinning my cock to my stomach and letting me slide along her pussy. I could feel her pussy lips opening around me pressing my cock down flat, feeling her begin to slide on me as she was opening. The wetness of her cunny running down around me. And then she stopped, held perfectly still as she lay on me, just looking down at our bodies together and whispering to me ‘Like that.’ I nodded. I did a lot of nodding.”
Sara was crimson now and drinking her wine languorously, licking the glass when it emptied. I poured her another glass as I continued, setting my hand back on her breast, just cupping her in my hand, she looked at me and closed them again. She was giving me complete license. Yielding.
I reached lower and lay my palm across her belly and held it there, and heard her, "Mmmm." I could feel Sara squeezing her thighs together and loosening, tipping her hips so she was rising and falling into the chair again.
"She said, ‘Now kiss me.’ And so I started to kiss her. ‘No no’ she said, slow down. ‘Slow. Not rough. Softer. Just open your mouth, more, take your time,’ and I kissed her slowly just like she said. ‘Like that. Slow. Feel and taste. Take your time. Feel my mouth, my tongue. Taste it. Here take my lip in your mouth.’ Ummm.”
“And I took her lower lip. ‘Um chew’ she said. And we kissed so softly, soft like I had never experienced. Like two flowers. Quivering flowers. But then I was so young."
Sara just said, “poetry.”
“And she started sliding her hips again along my cock, down and up down and up, and I let myself undulate against her. Oh my god, I was tipping my hip back, arching my back. Getting so aroused. Trying to get into her. I knew what to do. I wanted to be inside of her. I had never felt like this with a woman. It had never felt so sensual, soft, real as that day. Hungry.”
Sara’s eyes were looking at me through narrow slits, blinking slowly as I let my hands wander over her body, stroking her wrist, up along her arm. I touched her cheeks and then let my finger trace a line across her mouth down her chin and neck and lay my hand over her breast, her nipples, and down her front feeling the bone of her hips and then pressing lower still into the top of her puss. I could feel her tipping herself up into my hand. And then I let my hand trace a line back up her side under her arms stroking her neck. She brought her head down and carressed me with her chin.
I was letting my hands wander over her body as she swayed into my touch, never stopping the story, the flow of my words continued as I touched her. I watched her face, her breathing, the tilt her head, watching her holding her mouth open, her soft sigh, licking her lips. I could see her moving on the chair in this gentle rhythm as I stroked her.
“She looked down at me, ‘want something’ she cooed.”
“I said ‘I want to fuck you.’”
Sara opened her eyes, pure desire in her eyes, she opened her mouth.
“‘ummm, Fuck. Strong words for a little boy.’ And she lifted herself up. ‘Slow. Take it slow. If you feel like cumming I want you to tell me. I don’t want you to cum - yet.’”
“And she lifted herself up and I felt myself pressing into her. Oh my god. Her pussy just opening and swallowing me, pressing into her like a tight glove. Oh, that pressure of entering her, her warm glove wrapping all around me."
"And she was so wet. So Tight, pressing onto my cock right up to the base of my cock. Oh my god it was so good." I let out a sigh. "And she just set down into my lap, pressing me into the bed. And held herself still. Perfectly still. ‘This what you wanted?’ she said again.”
“I nodded, closed my eyes. ‘Yes.’”
“‘You cumming?’ She asked and I shook my head no. I can’t believe I didn’t but I honestly think I was afraid to.”
“‘No’ I whispered. ‘Good’ and she started to kiss me again. We kissed and kissed and kissed, she cradled me and rocked me in her arms and we kissed for like half an hour with me inside her. I could smell her puss rise up around me and the warmth of her body, her cum running between my legs, the sweat between us, we slid together. We were so wet together."
"And she started to move again, slowly softly. I could feel her rising and falling, just a little inch upon my cock sliding up inside, her kissing me and wriggling her hips back and forth. Up up up and then down. She was pressing down harder and I could feel her clit press right into the top of my cock. She would roll her hips against me and I know she was working her clit, rubbing her clit along my cock, rubbing it into the bone that’s right above my cock. Hard. And her clit was so long, hard too, I could feel it sliding along my skin."
"I remember how it felt and that she had actually bruised me there. So she rocked her hips against me and we lay sliding together, the whole length of us sliding together. I was deep inside of her and I could hear her begin whimpering, Her mouth was open breathing in ragged gasps, groaning, her head lifting up, looking at the ceiling and back down, her shining eyes looking at me, smiling, her hair falling all around my face. Oh, those bright eyes, that smile. I could watch her teeth as she said, ‘Fuck me. Yes.’ The light behind her and the frame of her hair. 'Fuck me, oh, Fuck me.' as I pulled her against me. Held her there. Over and over. Oh my god.” I closed my eyes.
“She slowly wound up, faster and faster, she ground down harder, even harder, rotating her hips back and forth, sliding side to side, back and forth and was lifting herself up, rising and falling the whole length of my cock. She was consuming me. My cock sliding so deep inside and then out right to her opening so I was entering her again. I could hear myself slapping against her. She sat up straighter her breast hung down, she was sitting on my cock, her knees up on either side of me and she looked down at herself on me, looking at my cock sliding into her between her legs, and leaning forward her breasts hanging down and she said, ‘take them, squeeze.’”
“I did. ‘Want to taste’ and I did. I was suckling on her as she rose and fell on me. Harder, a little harder and I was chewing and suckling her nipples which I could tell she really liked. She mashed her breasts into my mouth and pounded her puss rising and falling down on me, wild and now she was panting, panting loudly, moaning.”
At that very moment Sara actually made a little squeak. I realized she was clutching my hand, rubbing her thumb along the top of my hand and pressing it down into her puss. I moved my hand right to the top of her puss and pressed her there, at a point which would be right over her clit. She then reached and lay her hand right over my cock through my pants and wrapped her fingers around me. Holding me with her hand, she opened her eyes, and lifted her hand back away from me, tilting her neck and just letting her head fall back as I rubbed her there.
Cheeks mottled, Sara said, "I need a little more wine." She took her hand off me and sipped the last of her glass pouring another. She opened her legs a little and let me press my hand between her legs as she poured another glass. I could feel her pussy lips then, the little line between her legs, as I was bunching the fabric of her nightshirt between her legs, she was speezing her thighs around my hand pressing her puss into me and rocking herself against my hand.
She lifted the glass to her mouth as I rubbed her and she squeezed her thighs around my hand and sipped, almost like a toast. She set the glass down and began to stroke my cock again. Her thumb sliding the length of my cock between sips of her her wine.
“And her movements became more frenzied and she was falling on me whispering, ‘oh so good. Feels so good,’ and I could feel her shaking, she was trembling and I could feel her press as hard as she could into me, and this tremble that began at her legs and rose up through her until at that moment I reached back and as I pressed my hand between her legs to feel my cock inside her I pressed my finger into her ass. Just right into her ass as deep as I could."
"I just wanted to feel myself there, it was so wet and I let my hand slide back along the crack of her ass which was wet and felt the pucker of her ass and pressed my finger into her. And she stiffened, went into a frenzy, cried out, just hollered out ‘oh my god, oh my god,’ and she shook the entire length of her body, I held her tight to hold her against me as she was thrashing as she came on top of me. Somehow I still had not cum. She looked at me eyes on fire.”
“‘Oh. Oh my God' she said, 'You cum?’ ‘No! No.’ ‘Oh,’ and fell on top of me, she held me to herself, lay on me like a rag doll. ‘What am I going to do with you?’ and kissing me.”
“And then she rolled, more fell off me onto her back, fell down into the mattress, pulling me along. I turned and lay on top of her ‘You are going to go far. Just go on. Do anything you want. Fuck me.’ She said. ‘Do anything you want.’"
"And she lay with her eyes closed like she was sleeping, her arms wrapped above her head as I pumped into her, whimpering as I let myself slide my whole length into her again rising and falling on her. I was just pounding into her, still so hungery, here whole body was rising and falling with each stroke. I felt ribbons of cum rising from deep inside myself, and pumping into her filling her. She opened her eyes knowing she felt me cumming in her spraying up into her. ‘Yesss’ 'oh yesss,'she hissed. And I collapsed onto her, all sweat and dissolution."
"We were covered with each other, wet in the sheets and cuddled in each others arms. Our kisses were like we were the same body then. Before she sat up and said, ‘three hours! Oh my god.’ She laughed and said ‘I’ve had sex today for three hours and five minutes.’ And she sent me on my way.”
"It's one of my most erotic experiences. Ever."
Silence filled the room
Sara and I let our hands continue to move upon the other. I had my hand on her belly again and she was tracing a line along my chest, opening the buttons of my shirt and tracing her fingers down down back over my cock, reaching into my pants and holding my cock in her hand. I was dripping into the palm of her hand. She squeezed me again. All silence, only our breathing filled the room.
"That’s it. There are more.” No acknowledgement of what we were doing with the other.
Sara finally opened her eyes. Her cheeks were red, she looked at me as she held my bare cock in her hand. The tips of her ears were shining red. She was biting her lower lip. We were sitting before one another just letting our hands wander over our bodies.
“Fucking God” she said finally. “That was good” she said, looking at the glass. “Good story. We've had two bottles of wine.”
I said, “You got plenty of stories I bet.” She took her hands away from me, sat up straighter.
She said, “Not really.” And then, “Well I’m still that age aren’t I?” I was holding her waist with both hands and she was wiggling her hips as she said that, and then turned and moved away from me. She stood up. I didn’t know what she was going to do. I didn’t want the evening to end.
She stepped slightly back from her chair facing me and was reaching under her skirt bringing her skirt almost up around her waist.
She was tugging her panties down her thighs. Small silk little yellow panties. I recognized them. I could see them pull around her knees and then fall to her ankles as she stepped out of them.
She was barefoot, I had never noticed that. Wide eyed, glassy, mottled, a sly smile. “You earned these.”
And she stepped in front of me, right in front of me so we were almost touching again, my nose was right at her pussy separated only by the night shirt she was wearing, not two inches below her . . .
She bent down and softly, so softly kissed me on my mouth. Her mouth parted softly and I felt her tongue trace the edges of my teeth. She put her left hand on my shoulder and her other hand - holding the panties - on the table. I took her lower lip in my mouth and sucked on it. We kissed slowly, touching our mouths, feeling our tongues. Just these slow soft kisses.
She opened her eyes, “mmmm.” We kissed and kissed and kissed. She was touching my cheek, holding my head, running her fingers through my hair as she kissed me, and then settled down her small frame onto my lap, my little girl, with one leg on each side of me straddling me, kissing the whole time.
I let my hands rise up and held her waist with both hands. They almost wrapped all the way around her, pulling her close through the thin fabric. I let my hands fall upon her hips, no panties through the fabric, and I began tracing my fingers along the side of her thighs to the edge of her nightshirt.
And I pulled the nightshirt out, tugging it from between us, from under her where she was sitting on my lap, and then reaching up under the shirt running my hands along her bare skin and wrapping both my hands around her ass tipping my fingers into the crack of her ass. She felt wet there and I began stroking her higher up the small of her back and then holding her waist again, feeling the warmth of her skin. Wrapping my hands around her warm bare skin pulling her close to me.
We just kept kissing, and I was rubbing the ends of my fingers up to her shoulder blades and back down to the small of her back, and along the crack of her ass tracing the line of her ass down to where she pressed against me. She had positioned herself so her pussy was rubbing along the length of my cock, and I wanted to reach down and open my pants but had my hands wrapped around her bare bottom, was holding her against me. We kept kissing like this forever, silent soft kisses. We said nothing at all.
She leaned back from me slowly, opening her eyes as if from a sleep just looking at me, her lips wet and red from our kiss, her mouth held open. I could see her white teeth. She was still sitting on my lap and rocking her hip along my cock, sliding on me softly as I watched her shoulders rise and fall. I could feel her wetness slide on the fabric.
She whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this."
She started to raise herself back up and said, “Mmm. I knew you’d be a good kisser after hearing that story.” But then stopped and fell into me to kiss me one more time, opening her mouth pressing herself hard into me, she was kissing me harder, passionate pressing against me, forming her body to mine and getting as close as she could.
I let my hands stroke her lower until I was supporting her bare bottom and literally lifting her up holding her up off my lap as I began to insinuate my fingers between her legs, palming the soft hairs of her puss.
She brought her feet down to the floor and she held herself up, opening herself to me. I cupped her cunny as it pouted down between her legs, this little peach. I could feel the heat and wetness. She was almost bare down there, just light hairs where her legs opened up, and just the lightest trail of hair along her cunny lips back to the little pucker of her ass.
When she felt my hand there she shivered, pressed her puss into my hand, arching her back and I let my fingers find their way between her legs, pulling her lips open, first one finger then two, to reveal her pink center. She continued to kiss me, our heads were turned pressed into one another, her hands playing with my hair. She whimpered in my arms, "Mmm, feels nice."
Her eyes were open, she was looking right into me, and I could feel her legs trembling as she rocked herself, sliding herself against my hands lubricated now with her cum. She whispered in my ear, "What you wanted?"
I let my fingers press deeper into her, felt the folds of her flesh opening, she was so wet, and I let my hand cup her pussy, pressing my fingers up into her slit, finding her clit, sliding my hand opening her up, feeling her legs spread wide over me, so wide giving me perfect access. This light little frame moving upon me, kissing me, pure flesh quivering against me, trembling, her hairs falling around my face. Her smell rising around us, and her warmth. I loved the way she tasted when I kissed her. All tastes and smells I so recognized.
She was cooing, letting out this low moan, as I touched her vagina, the soft space opening into her, white hot. I pressed my fingers there and entered her, feeling her yield to my hand sliding into her. Just sighs and kisses coming from us. Cum running down her legs, onto her bottom, and I played with her clit with my thumb and pressed my fingers into her, as she moaned and ground herself down.
"Oh, you feel so good right now," I whispered to her, "I think you are teasing me again.
"I don't think this is teasing," she said with her mouth open, panting. "Not anymore."
She had her mouth at my ear, and kissing my cheek finding my lips again. My little girl was wrapped around me, sitting in my lap again, legs open, wet with my fingers pressing inside her, grinding down into my hands.
And then she whispered, "Mmmmm dad. We have to stop."
Breathing in my ear as she said that, and then kissing me again; and back to my ear, just her breath in my ear. "No. No. No. Stop." Each time, over and over. Kissing. No. No. No. Kissing. We have to stop. I could feel us becoming one.
When finally, I blinked at her as she lifted her face back away from me, looking into my eyes. "Daddy, We can't."
I still had my hand playing between her legs, touching her slit, my fingers were still inside her, rubbing her pressing in and out of her softly as she said it.
She began to rise from my lap. I did not know what to say, I just brought my hands back around her waist and held her to me, pulling her down on my lap, struggling with her.
"One more. One more kiss." I whispered. "One more. Just kiss me."
And she pressed her hands to my chest, pushing away from me, continuing to rise from my lap and I let go. She stood finally on unsteady legs. Not walking away, but standing almost in a daze holding herself up by the table, pulling her hair out of her mouth, running her hands over her body, over her breasts, looking at herself and me, smoothing her nightshirt, tugging the hem down.
She said, "I need to go to bed." But she didn't move.
I said, "Do you have to?"
She was catching her breath, thinking. Not moving. She was looking at the yellow pair of panties which was laying by my hand. Then she looked back at me, gave me this sideways glance, I could see the whites of her eyes.
"Do you want to smell ME?" She said in a little girl voice. "I . . . I can let you do that. You CAN'T touch me though. Promise."
I nodded. Anything to keep her there.
And she turned to me and slipped near me again, this little bird, simply standing direclty in front of me her teeth over her lower lip, eyes looking down at me. Her hair was utterly disheveled, a little bit still sticking to her swollen lips. My hands were sticky when I held her hips, wet with her cum.
"Ah ah ah. I said no touching, this time." I let my hands fall to my lap.
She was swaying her hips from side to side, lifting her nightshirt up over her head then dropping it beside her so she was standing completely naked in front of me as she leaned into me.
"There. You like the way I smell?" she was giggling, standing before me with her legs apart and I saw her for the first time, her skin glowing, little perfect breasts, her nipples pointing straight out; her blonde fine haired pussy for the first time, pouting out from between her legs. I could see her cunny lips pink and swelling between her legs. Her soft blonde hairs growing just at the very bottom. So little hair, fine thin white hairs. A little cowlick at the base, where her clit, was growing straight out. I thought how I had felt her before I had seen her. It was a singular moment.
The low light was illuminating her in a soft glow, it was warm, the heat radiating from her body, and her smell enveloped me. That smell which was burned into my brain, fresh and wet and new, as she was simply standing leaning toward me and holding my head to her pussy.
"Like that?" She cooed. "I know you like my pussy's smell."
"Mmmmm. So good." And I smelled her. HER. Her body. Not panties, her with no panties. Her body naked before me. I said, "you are a goddess." She laughed, I asked, "Can I taste you?"
She was sing songing, "For a little minute," wiggling her hips as she spoke.
"How about forever," I said as I let my tongue out to taste her there, touching her with the tip of my tongue keeping my hands in my lap. One taste and tipping my head so my chin was between her legs and licked up through her center. She jumped, tipping her self to my face letting me lap at her. Her whole bottom was wet, her vagina was dripping on my chin.
I was eating her out now, cum was on my chin and I found her clit, this little nob of flesh buried in a pink hood right at the front of her puss, and I lapped at her clit, pushing my tongue into her clit until she was squirming and pressing her thighs tight against my head. I could hear her panting, saying, "Oh, its sensitive." But pressing my head tight against her.
And I reached my hands up finally and held her to me, she said nothing, my hands holding her thighs and pressing her into my mouth.
"You like this?" I was saying up to her, wrapping my fingers up between her legs.
"Oh, I think, too much. Lick farther back. The minute is almost up," but she didn't move and she was rocking her hips against my mouth guiding me.
I said back in a deep voice, relaxed and trilled, "Another minute. Another minute."
And I said, "Your cunt is soooo good" (she laughed); I said, "I want to make you cum." And so many other things.
And I began to tongue her in a firm and steady rhythm, reaching back as far as I could and pushing my toungue now deep into her vagina, she was opening her legs further and pushing herself into me, tightening her thighs around my head so I could barely breath.
I could feel her rocking her hips against my mouth, so that she was sliding the length of her puss along my tounge and was grinding herself into me, holding myself tight against her. She had this quick movement, back and forth against my face and I could feel she was ready to cum.
At just that point she began backing away, willing herself away from me as she was whimpering. But I held her to me tightly. "Minutes up dad."
I knew she was near cumming, and I kept lapping at her, but again she was pushing herself away.
"Wait, wait" she was saying. And she was pushing me away where just before she had been pulling me to herself, I struggled against it; but then, she was moved away from me, standing naked and I was looking at her again like in a dream, my chin wet with cum.
She leaned down and kissed me one more time on my mouth, tasting me, tasting herself. "Mmmmm. Good kisser."
"That's enought dad, I can't. We have to be good." It seemed impossible to watch her, to see her body, her swollen puss right before me. I wanted her, to fuck her, to lay her down or pull her to myself and press my cock into her. To open her legs and feel myself enter her. I wanted her to lay back with her arms around her head. Surrender. I wanted to hear her say, 'you can do anything to me.'
I let my hand drop to my lap and began touching my cock, wet with her cum and rubbing it as she watched. Teasing her as I added, "We already aren't."
She was watching me, "We have to be better."
I began to open my trousers letting my cock come free. I pulled my shirt open and she was looking down at my stiff cock, stepping a little closer.
I was showing her my agony. My cock ached, stood straight before her. The head of my cock laying swollen against my stomach as I stroked myself, and she was like a moth at a flame. She didn't move standing just out of reach and then, stepping a little closer she reached down and held my cock in her hand, stroking me with her thumb again, pulling it out further. I was sliding my pants down to the floor.
She was saying, "We can't. I just . . ." And then she did.
She lowered her face into my lap and took my whole length into her red mouth, looking up at me her hair hanging over her eyes. Her naked frame was first bending over me and then kneeling between my legs. I turned my head to the ceiling and lay my hand on her head, playing with her hair and touching her bare shoulders, pressing her down onto me.
She was sucking me hard, and took me deep into her mouth, bobbing her head up to the very tip and let it loose so it stood up directly in front of her.
She was staring at it, running her fingers along its length. Flying around it like a flame. Her mouth was wet, open, and she looked up at me, her lower lip out and a little smile. "I want to." I could hear her will crumbling.
"Go on. It's ok." My hand was still on her craddling the back of her head as she looked up at me.
"No. I can't." I could see her breasts and her puss as she sat kneeling between my legs.
She was looking at it again, the end dripping with cum, and she kissed just the tip of it with a thin stream of cum sticking to her lips pulling back a thin strand which hung off her chin. And then silence, her staring stolidly at my cock.
I looked around and saw the panties she had taken off laying on the table, laying crumpled next to my wine glass in that moment she was thinking. She kissed my cock lightly one more time.
“Stay and watch some TV with me,” I said trying to think of something to bring her back, just to keep her there.
She laughed, "I don't think we would be watching any TV."
"Sit on it with your cunt then," I said.
And then in one motion she brought her lips around me again, sucking me deep into her mouth again, and rising and falling on my cock. She continued, hungry, rising a falling in a firm and steady pace, holding my balls, pressing her fingers between my legs and scratching down my thighs.
I was pushing her down on my cock now. I was holding her there with my legs open sucking on me, her white teeth grazing my skin, she would nibble and chew and suck. I could feel the cum begin to rise from deep inside and I began to rock my hips into her harder holding her tight against me. She could not have backed away now if she had wanted to.
I had my fingers wrapped in her hair and I was holding her to me by her hair. Once she tried to pull away at the last minute and I pressed her back down, moving her head up and down my cock, literally fucking her mouth. I was pressing her against me harder and harder, guiding her motions. She had her arms wrapped around my knees and I had my feet around her back.
She was moving with my guidance, held in place until the cum was rising and I could see her cheeks filling with the cum that was spraying into her. Wave after wave into my little girls mouth.
Her hair was wet with saliva which was fallen around my lap, cum was leaking from the edges of her lips, she pulled back a little and a spray hit her on her chin and hair. Her chin was wet. She drank and drank, as I held her onto me moaning and crying out.
She looked up at me, still on her knees. I knew she still had not cum. She made no mention of what she had just done, only saying, “I really have to go to bed now. It is so late. I got some business to attend to tomorrow.”
“But . . . ”
“I’m good at saying no, remember."
I stared after her.
And she turned and walked from the room naked, cum-filled, her cunny dripping wet, bare footed, her hair hanging in strands. Her night shirt crumpled in her hand dragging on the floor.
She reappeared once in the doorway, just a shadow a good distance away.
"Would you . . . really fuck me, if I let you?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's a yes or no question dad."
I set there blinking at her shadow. She was leaning by the door. I couldn't tell if she were in her night shirt or not. She still looked naked.
There was a pause, "Night."
I sat there for a long time. It was like there was no possible way to process what happened. I stared at the little yellow silk panties which lay by my hand. Small flowers in the fabric. Little white flowers sewn at each hip. Her flower.
I took them in my hand, opening and spread them in my palm. They were soaking wet, wet from the top of the fabric from one side to the other. The wetness was cool to the touch. They were held up by a thin elastic at each hip. So wet to my touch, and I smelled her wetness, let my tongue touch the cum. Tasting it tasting her in my mouth, feeling it on my fingers. Her smell, her taste.