She was predictable, easy to read and I took full advantage of teasing her in that way until I finally heard her groan out: “Oh my God! … Come on man just do it!” And I was on my feet. My left four finger were atop her tailbone and as my thumb popped palm deep up her ass, my right index and middle finger invaded her wet womanhood and as the top of my knuckles easily located and worked over her swollen “G” spot, there could be no doubt that she started to cum, and believe me, she came hard.
My two fingers, cupped palm and lower wrist instantly became wet and she fluttered out one long soft little breathy sigh and she literally went week in the knees and her belly plopped flat on top that leather ottoman.
I gently rubbed the small of her back with my left palm and I licked and sucked her warm stringy nectar from where it webbed in between my right fingers and pooled in my palm and as she pushed herself up on her arms and started to stand, I unzipped Kay’s skirt and watched it fall to the floor the second she was upright.
Before I realized what I was doing, she was cradled in my arms and I carried her to the master bedroom, swept on the light with my upper arm and laid her out on her back atop the spread and I stood at the foot of the bed and quickly undressed in front of her.
When I raised back up from slipping off my briefs she was up on her elbows staring at my fully erect raging manhood with a gaze of surprise and disbelief that’s hard to explain. When I went to the side of the bed, she rolled to her left to face me and I crawled in and laid flat on my back next to her.
As I placed my left arm up above my head, my right slid behind her neck and down her back and as I drew her up against me she said: “Look Mister, I have only had two boyfriends.” And when she paused, I just lay quiet and allowed her to finish: “Nothing like this … Mister this …”
“Peter.” I told her. When she looked over at me and kind of smirked, I explained: “Amanda, my name is Peter. Call me Peter.”
“Peter, I have never had anything like this. In fact, I have never seen anything like this.” And as she took it in her hand noticing that her fingers wouldn’t close all the way around its massive girth, a huge glob of precum pumped out of the large slit in its giant head form the sensuality of her inquisitive touch: “Would it be alright if I just finish you off by hand?” She softly asked just above a whisper.
The sincerity it her tone was surprising to me and after I said it, I had wished that I had put it in a more eloquent way, but: “Now what fun would you get out of that?” Came out of my mouth.”
As she slid her hand up it toward the massive throbbing purple head to physically gage the length that her eyes were actually seeing, she boldly said: “But you’re too … you’re so … I mean so … So damn big … I just don’t know.”
With the most reassuring voice I could muster, I replied: “I told you that I wasn’t going to hurt you, I am good at this, just relax and my left hand came up from her back and I slowly guided her head down my chest to my lower belly and with very little prompting, she kind of sat up a little and took me in her mouth without wiping away that mass of thick clear precum.
She seemed a little, I don’t know, maybe clumsy at first as if she really didn’t know exactly what to do with me once I was in her mouth, but perhaps she was just being cautious. I pushed my head back in the pillow and instructed: “Run your tongue around the head and suck it as you bob.”
As she complied, I gently reached down and took hold of her right ankle and slowly pulled her leg up toward my shoulders and as she followed it with her right she straddled my torso. In one little lift, I had her positioned face down on top of me with her young ass above my face and I bunched that pillow up under my head, spread those plump, soft teenaged cheeks with my eight fingers and went in deep with my face to experience more of her cheerleader-esque flavor and scent.
Just as she started to take me deeper in her mouth working it with her tongue, I gently lifter her off of me, rolled her onto her back and as I placed her smooth calves on either side of my face down over my shoulders, she had my giant cock in both hands, one above the other and as I ever so slowly hunched my lower back forward, she directed its huge throbbing purple/blue head between her creamy inner lips: “Easy.” She whimpered: “Oh, Peter … Easy … Please.” And when she finally let it go, I slowly started to work it in.
She felt so damn tight, like a second sleeve of skin compressing hard over my head and down my shaft and I thanked God that she was that wet for there was no way she could have taken me otherwise. The contact of her vaginal wall was exactly the same as her tight little opening and it felt so damn good around my fat cock.
Though I wanted to lunge, break her in, make her pay and show her what I’ve got, I remember the promise that I made not hurt her. It was a promise that I intended to keep, after all it really didn’t hurt anything for her to stay here I reasoned: “If I play her right, I could keep this ongoing.” I thought to myself as a long shot possibility.
I was up on my hands and knees monitoring her face and when I saw her expression was a blended mix of pleasure and discomfort, I heard myself ask: “Are you doing ok?” Her arms went around the back of my neck and her short nails went into my flesh, she pulled me up against me, face to face and I felt myself bottom out with ample dick to spare.
“OH! … She huffed out: “Yeah, I think I’m ok.” She whispered with her sweet breath and slowly I started to withdraw all but my cockhead, then ever so slowly back in until it bottomed again and I commenced that slow continuing process until eventually her increasing natural juices allowed me to pick up my pace.
With what seemed to be an eternity by cock time, my speed eventually topped out and every time I would bottom at the end of each stroke, I would feel my bulbus head mash out of shape at the end of her canal and she would huff out an “Oh!” … “Oh!” with every full stroke.
Just as my pattern got to where I was all but half a head out at back stroke with the full firm bottoming contact at each forward thrust, she started to whimper and shudder and those little constant breathy “Oh! … Oh!” Huffs turned into one loud continuous “Ooooooooooow!” And there could be no doubt that she was starting to cum again, but this time with a vengeance followed by one forceful warm fluid discharge I will never forget.
I felt it’s pressure build hot around my head, continue up my shaft and coat all the tight surfaces in between us to where I swear I actually herd it exit her inner lips and I felt it impact my hanging ball sack and cover my pubic area.
I was stopped, holding my cock full depth swelling the head against the bottom of her canal as hard as I could when it happened and as she let go of my neck and collapsed beneath me I continued the rapid head swelling until I knew that massive orgasm had concluded.
Her neck down to her collarbone and in between her breasts were now ringing wet with sweat and as I kissed and licked it away, I watched her smooth young tan flesh blush into a soft pink rose colored glow from her face down to her cute little outie. I looked down in between us only to notice for the first time that her neatly trimmed little patch of pubic hair was the exact same dusty blond color as that on her head, and I thought to myself: “This little cutie is all natural!”
Finally, I slowly withdrew and put the back of her little heals up on my shoulders and with the insides of her ankles firm against the sides of my face, I rolled her up a little more on her tailbone. When my enraged and greedy head centered in the firm rim of her little tight anus, I gently pressed forward.
Now everyone who either knows me or follows my stories is aware of the fact that I always expect a sexual three course meal. I love and expect oral, vaginal and anal sex and not always in that order, but I always force myself to hold off cuming long enough for me to experience the true enjoyment of all three. If your are wondering if I am talking about each and every sexual encounter I have, please put you mind at rest, I am and this was no exception.
Her immediate reaction was a resounding “NO!” But I advanced as smooth and slow as I could to prevent tearing her tight little anal flesh. But when I felt the sting in my own circumcision scar I knew that she was far too tight and in keeping the earlier promise, I backed out with kind of a “pop,” rolled off onto my back a couple of feet from her and I scooted her up against me out of the huge wet spot she left on the bedding.
As I lay there totally out of breath with aching balls and a broken promise to my cock, surprisingly she snuggled up to me. Without so much as a word between us she straddled my head, eased her crotch down on my face and took my wet slimy cock deep in her mouth and lifted and squeezed each of my balls and somewhere between her fourth and fifth bob, I felt my giant balls draw up in her hands, I heard her deep guttural gagging and I was coming in ribbons down her throat.
She stopped and held me in her mouth with her lips just behind my throbbing head and I felt the tip of her tongue attempt to French the slit open. When she let me slip from her tight lips, she swallowed, held my fading hard on up and out of the way and she licked and sucked my nut sack clean.
When she came and laid back next to me, curiously I asked: “My God, where did you learn to do that?”
Surprisingly, she rolled to her left, hugged my chest with her right arm and while playfully pulling and playing in my chest hair with her slender fingers: “My Stepdad.” Is all she said and she spooned with me like that until I drifted off to sleep.
I woke in the middle of the night a little chilly to find her still snuggled up against me and her little butt felt cold. I eased out from under her arm. I found a thin blanket in the closet, turned off the overhead light and I slowly crawled back into bed with her and threw it over us and just laid there listening to the soft sound of her breathing while enjoying the unmistakable scent of her young flesh.
The next morning I woke to the sound of the toilet flushing in the master bath and I heard her wash her hands. I watched as she walked out still nude, She smiled and plopped on the bed facing me: “What now?” She asked with almost a grin.
“Well Amanda, I guess now we’re even.” I answered and to my surprise, she kind of got a hurt look on her face like I was just kicking her to the curb.
She slipped her right hand under the blanket and while fondling my balls she asked: “Do you want to go again?” There absolutely could be no denial when my dick started its jerky rise, but I was real skeptical over her total change of heart.
“Why the about face?” I openly asked her: “Maybe we should lay everything out on the table?” I probed and she just looked at me and didn’t answer, but she continued to fondle my balls.
” Look Amanda, Like I said, we are even. I have forty years on you, so where do you see this going after today? I plainly asked.
She didn’t even wait to think before she answered: “I need a place to live and this house stays empty most of the year.” And she slowly pulled back the cover and added: “I will keep it up and sort of manage it for the months that it’s empty and … I will agree to take care of this in return.” And she softly squeezed my growing cock.
And as she slid her little hand up my now throbbing full morning boner, my man head forced my mouth to say: “Before I would even consider that, I will need to experience all of you.” That time she took a moment. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she instantly knew what I meant. She bit her bottom lip and slowly shook her head yes.
Looking directly in her blue eyes, I said: “I think you will find a bottle of intimate lube in the night stand on your side there.” And after she stood, she pulled the drawer open and found it and I got up and walked to her side of the bed.
She faced me, looked up into my eyes with an expression of trust, took my wrist and put the bottle in my hand. I turned her toward the side of the bed, put my right forearm holding the lube around on her lower tummy and with my left hand flat against the back of her neck, I slowly bent her over on the bed. She kind of flinched at the loud sharp snap of the cap when I popped it open and I coated my index and middle finger and spread it around with my thumb to warm it: “Down on your breasts for me please, arms at your sides” And she arched her back: “Turn your head to the side and take a deep breath in trough your nose and let it out through your mouth when I tell you.” I instructed.
When I heard her take in a long sniff, I spread her ass wide and as my middle finger went deep in her anal bud I instructed: “Now” And she expelled it through her mouth: “Have you ever done anal before?” I questioned.
And she shook her head and whimpered a little breathy: “No.”
“The trick is to relax.” I told her and I slowly worked in my index finger next to the middle one and started working them in and out: “Once we get you dilated a little to accommodate me, I’ll want you to draw your muscles up like you’re pinching off a turd, understand?” And she grunted out a “yes.”
When I slowly got to the stage where my thumb would all but fit, I removed my fingers and quickly laid the angry throbbing head in the center of that little closing gape and started to slowly feed it in.
She was forbiddingly tight and noticeably in pain and when she had taken only about an inch behind my massive swollen cockhead, I stopped to let her adjust. I gently held the sides of her waist and I pressed and advancing about another inch and the resistance between us seemed to worsen. I didn’t want to ruin this for her in any way. Anal will always bring the woman insurmountable pleasure and I sure didn’t want to deny her that by me acting to hastily scaring her off from any future attempts, so I decided to slowly pull out.
I watched as her flesh stretched and followed me out: “That’s enough for now.” I told her: “Maybe we’ll try again later this afternoon.” I contemplated, but I kept that thought to myself.
“I’m so sorry.” She said: “I really want this to work, can we try again?” She said almost pleading with me to continue without moving from that doggy position.
“Amanda.” I reasoned: This is something that must be taken slow, you already appear to be a little sore form last night. Let’s not rush it.” Came out of my mouth before I could stop it. I didn’t want to give her any false hope over her staying here because I wasn’t yet fully sold on the idea … Yet. I didn’t want to make that decision until my dick stopped helping me do the thinking.
And she immediately asked: “What about you?” And I looked down at myself, all lubed up and no place to go and I bent my knees a little, repositioned my cock, spread her little brown inner vaginal lips with my left thumb and index finger and slowly pushed it in.
She was all warm inside, a noticeable heat as if she were on fire and I took it slow, pushed forward and looked down on two thirds of my cock as the rest bottomed out inside of her. Her inner lips would follow me out on each backstroke holding on as if they didn’t want me to leave and I felt the split cleft in the bottom of my blood gorged cockhead straddle her growing “G” spot.
When I picked up the pace, I would pull all but all of the way out at the end of each backstroke and the aid of the lube and her sweet fragrant natural cream allowed me slam it all the way home on each inward thrust without her feeling like I was tearing her sensitive flesh. Just as I was about to fill her with my seed she literally growled: “OH MY DEAR GOD!” And that fluid pressurized my cock again, discharged from her inner lips and her vaginal wall became almost as rough as if it had grown gills and I quickly pulled out and listened to her pussy emit a long babbling wet queef.
I didn’t stop there, this was her proposition and I wanted her to know what she was actually in for if this worked out. I quickly rolled her on the her back, went to the other side of the bed and pulled her by her wrists toward me so that her shoulders were at the very edge of the mattress and the back of her head and neck were totally unsupported. I placed both of her hands around me putting them on my ass and I cradled the sides of her face in my hands and gently lowered her head to where the back of it rested against the edge of the mattress and with both of my thumbs I parted he lips.
As I looked down at the bottom of her chin, the lovely shape of her throat and her open nostrils, I slowly entered her mouth by guided my aching soiled manhood in between her trembling lips. When I felt my mammoth head catch at the back of her mouth against her uvula, she started to gag and I calmly told her: “Just relax … Each time I pull back, take a breath and relax.” And I pulled back and she drew a breath through her nose.
“That’s it Mandy, you’re doing fine.” I coaxed and as I advanced for the second time, I felt my cockhead pop past the uvula: “Ewe yeah, there we go … That’s it … There we go, we’re in.” I softly coaxed and I saw a bulge in the front of her neck in the exact shape of my huge cock advance down to her collarbone and I patted it: “Ooow yeah … There it is … That’s it we’re at full cock!”
Each and every backstroke she would sniff in a little drool with some air and at each forward thrust she’d produce a low inner guttural “Oomph” like gagging sound and just as I worked it deep enough to where my large sticky nut sack came in contact with the tip of her nose and laid against her forehead: “Hold on and remember to breath!” I commanded and I grabbed and compressed her tits hard and started rapidly fucking her face.
After four more full length pumps, I knew I was about to cum and I pinched and pulled hard on her nipples and my ass cheeks uncontrollably slammed shut on her eight fingers and as I literally exploded deep in her throat: “I bet your stepfather … Never … Taught … You … This!” Cruelly flew out of my mouth and I briefly held it at full depth swelling my head as I felt ribbon after ribbon shoot out of my cock, deep down her gullet.
When I intentionally pulled back to ensure my final two spurts would deposit directly on the roof of her mouth and over the taste buds, she swirled her tongue one swipe around the head and I pulled out and watched her thick phlegm string between us and arch down, almost to the floor.
I reached down and ever so gently supported the back of her head and helped her sit up. Her eyes were glassy and watering, her breathing was wheezy. She choked, she coughed and she smiled at me: “Woo!” She replied: “I didn’t think I could do that!” And I started to admire her.
“Are you hungry?” I asked her to break any residual tension from my selfish act: “Because after that, now I feel like I’m starving.” I announced.
And she thought … Then she cleverly answered: ” Yeah, I am, you kept me from my dinner last night.”
There’s a place called Millie’s up on Clark Road not for from here. She serves a fabulous Greek omelet and their crepes with orange liquor as the syrup is very good too, but you can order whatever you want. I’m not sure if they serve Spam though.” And from the look I got, I know that she realized I had seen that in one of her grocery bags.
Lets grab a shower and I’ll introduce you to Millie if she’s in. I understand that the little shop next door that sells junk jewelry also offers some ladies clothing. Maybe we can pick you up a few things.” And from the look on her face, she knew she was in and I knew ( though I kept it to myself) that I would be saving over two grand a month in housekeeping fees for teaching her the finer points of anal.
When she headed for the master bath I said: “Come on, I’ll show you the outdoor shower here, it’s private and I would really like to soap you up.” … And she reached over and took my hand.
And I thought to myself: “Sometimes life can be real good.”
