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Chapter Seven
Then those two little bitches had start talking between themselves about how I might be afraid to go for it because I might not be “woman enough” to take what a “real man” like Jeff had to lay down and could put on me.
And all the while they were talking about his cock too, saying how good it looked, pointing out how hard I had gotten him, and saying what a shame it would be if I wasn’t going to be woman enough to finish what I had started.
OK, so now Tiff, and Twalla are really starting to lay it on thick. They were both taking turns complimenting Jeff’s, more than adequate, manhood. They were busily talking shit about how good Jeff’s swollen, throbbing, rod looked. They were saying “look how hard you got Jeff‘s cock” as we sat there squeezing his cock.
Shit, I was almost numb with a hot, burning, sexual lust for some of that mans meat right then, however, I was also scared halfway to death by the enormity of the sex organ that I was holding onto, and I wasn’t about to be making a move on that fucker right that minute. Then I hear Twalla asking “what’cha gonna do about this Wendy?” in a fairly snide tone of voice, indicating Jeff’s cock by shoving it over towards me.
“You can’t just get a man sprung, and then leave him like this Wendy” Twalla said, then added “you aren’t just going to leave Jeff like this”, and asked “are you Wendy?”
Anyway, Twalla didn’t wait for me to answer, and by the way that she had started chatting with Tiff I didn’t think that she had expected me to either. Besides I was fairly fricking mesmerized by the feel of that huge cock that I was holding with both hands, and I don’t think that I could have talked right then anyway.
Anyway, those two were talking about how big Jeff’s cock was, how hard that thing was, and what a shame it would be if I wasted this opportunity, and didn’t do some talking with Jeff, at least for a little while, “like a real woman” would be willing to do for any man that she had done something like this too, and do something about it instead of just letting all of that go to waste, talking about the hard on that I had given Jeff.
Shit! All three of them were doing their best to psych me into feeling bad about this, and get me to offer Jeff some stress relief. They were all blaming his hard-on on me, saying that I’m not right if I do that to a man, and then don’t talk with him, at least for a little while.
Then Twalla tells me that I should “at least kiss the head” and Tiff says “lick the shaft too” as Twalla kind of gives the back of my head a soft push in the direction of Jeff’s tube stake.
I had hesitated for a moment, shoving my head back against Twalla’s hand so that she couldn’t push my mouth down, and onto Jeff’s waiting cock head. That was until I had heard Jeff telling them, “You girls leave Wendy alone” then asking “ya’ll hear?”, and then saying “I’ll be OK” sounding so damn pitiful that I thought that he was about to cry.
That was when Twalla had given my head another soft push, moving my face ever so slightly towards the head of Jeff’s swollen sex organ, and I see her and Tiff both looking like they were feeling so sorry for Jeff that they might be about to cry. They are both glancing at me, and nodding their heads toward his cock which I was still stroking lovingly on.
Tiffany was nodding her head yes while glancing back, and forth from my face to Jeff’s cock head, silently mouthing the words “just lick the shaft Wendy” as she did, and making a licking motion at it with her tongue. All the while Twalla has been nudging my face, every so slowly, forward towards Jeff’s cock head with a gentle pumping motion of her hand against the back of my neck, right at the base of my occipital lobe.
Stupid me I’m actually falling for all of this shit with my naïve young ass. So I say “OK” “I’ll kiss the head” as I looked at Twalla adding “and lick the shaft of this thing a little too” as I looked over at Tiffany saying “But that’s all I’m gonna do”, and then looked at Jeff asking, “OK Jeff?”
Then I hear Jeff’s voice again, still sounding all down as he says “You’d really do that for me?” “Yeah Jeff” I answered. “Would you really Wendy?” he asked with a faint note of sexual excitement evident in his voice. “I guess I owe you at least that much” I replied without giving it a second thought as I added “I mean look what I done to ya already…” as I looked up at Jeff adding “I mean I got you all sprung like this and all” squeezing his slightly throbbing tool firmly.
God was I ever a naïve young bitch back then! I’d just been played big time, and didn’t have a fricking clue that that’s what was happening either.
So anyway, now that I had resigned myself to at least kiss the head, and lick the shaft of that monster for a couple of minutes, I had quickly moved around, and gotten in between Jeff’s legs, then knelt down between his knees the way that Twalla was instructing me to do.
Although I had tried several times, unsuccessfully I might add, I still hadn’t been able to convince my hands to let go of Jeff’s rigid cock shaft. I mean it was like I was afraid that If I were to turn that magnificent hunk of man meat lose that it might disappear or something.
Shit… I was still using both hands to hold onto that monster with too as I knelt there between Jeff’s knees. Then, following Twalla’s instructions, I had slowly wiggled my tight little ass up between Jeff’s open, and somewhat inviting, muscular thighs, moving a little closer to his crotch so as to be able to reach the head of his tool when I bent over to kiss it.
Even though I was actually still kind of afraid of that monster that Jeff was packing, I had actually started fantasying as to just what I might be able to do with that thing if I were to allow Jeff to get between my legs with it. Shit… I was one horny ass little black bitch right then, and I had made up my mind that I was going to be kissing the head, and licking the shaft of Jeff’s cock for awhile since “It was my fault” that he had gotten sprung like that in the first place.
Then, mustering up all of my courage, I had leaned forward real slow, almost like I was afraid that his dick was going to jump up and bite me or something like that, as I had brought the head of that thing to my lips, and kissed it. God, was that ever a sensual fricking trip, not only for me but for Jeff too. I had felt him flinch when my lips had touched his cocks head, and he had kind of groaned “gaaaaad” and muttered “damn girl… you sure got some hot lips Wendy.”
I had only kissed the head of that thing once when I had gotten so fucking hot, and fricking horny that I just couldn’t control myself anymore, and I had just fucking lost it. That was also when the little she devil slut inside of me had shoved my physical being out of her way, and had taken total control of my hot little ass, and had me acting like a hot assed little nymphet in the blink of an eye.
That was when I had suddenly gotten the uncontrollable urge to start licking his shaft, which I did post haste, and I licked it thoroughly too. I mean I was licking all around that sucker too, going all of the way up to the tip of its head, and then working my way all of the way back down to his scrotal sac.
The first time that I had finally gotten down to Jeff’s nut sac with my tongue I had taken it in one hand, and had just instinctively started tonguing, and slurping on his nuts, one by one, while I was stroking his massive shaft with my other hand.
Damned, that fuckers balls were big too, and I was slurping up one of his nuts at a time, sucking it into my mouth, then roll it around with my tongue for several seconds before letting it slip back out of my mouth. Then I would slurp up his other nut, and give it the same treatment.
Shit, it hadn’t taken me more than about maybe thirty seconds from the time that that little fucking she devil inside of me had taken over before she had me slobbering all over Jeff’s ball bag, sucking his nuts into my mouth one at a time, and slurping on them like I was some kind of a cock hungry little whore.
Shit… I had suddenly lost all of my previous shyness by that time and I was damned sure starting to really enjoying myself as I repeatedly licked my way back up the shaft from Jeff’s balls, to the head of his cock, I would be pushing the foreskin his cock up over the head of his tool as I did.
Then I would envelope the head of his rod with my lips, and be swirling my tongue around the pulsating head of his cock while I was pulling his foreskin back down as I did. Then it was like I had gotten stuck on his cock head for several seconds because I had started kissing the head of his cock repeatedly while I had wriggled my horny little ass around, and gradually worked myself into a more comfortable position.
That was when I had kind of stretched myself out on the mattress, just a little bit, pulling Jeff’s cock down towards me as I had stretched out. Shit, I hadn’t even realized it at the time but I was gradually starting to work some of Jeff’s cock into my mouth as I wriggled my ass around getting comfortable…
Fuck! I had totally lost it, and the next thing that I know I’m actually giving Jeff a full-fledged fucking blowjob, AND I’m enjoying every second of it too. I was greedily slobbing all over Jeff’s cock right then, kind of like a teen-aged whore that was in heat, and I was kind of amazed that I was actually able to take as much of that thing into my mouth as I was getting into right then too.
Shit, I mean I was working like almost a third of that thing into my mouth, and enjoying the shit out of myself as I did too.
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Chapter Five
Hell, my hand hadn’t been on that cock for more than a few minutes when I found myself slowly beginning to toy with Jeff’s sex tool as my fingers were shyly starting to explore the length of his now semi rigid shaft.
My fingers were slowly beginning to move along it’s entire length, timidly at first, as they gently traced it’s outline back, and forth from the base out to the tip, and then back to its base again.
Then they had began to get just a little more aggressive as they began to squeeze it gently with their tips at different points along it’s length.
All the while my brain had been saying “no”, “don’t do that”, and “leave that thing alone” but my fingers just weren’t listening to a dammed thing that my brain had to say right then.
I hadn’t been looking directly at Jeff’s cock up until then because I had been sitting slightly askew to him, and I had been looking off to one side all this time.
But I had been peaking sideways to see his cock so much that my eyes were starting to hurt so I had shifted my ass, as casually as I could, just enough so that I would be facing Jeff and have a little better view of his tool.
Once I had gotten my ass turned enough that I was more or less facing Jeff I had slowly turned my head so that I could get a better look at that cock of his that I had been feeling up for the past several minutes.
Well, when my eyes finally saw what I had been playing with there I just kind of lost it so to speak, because all of a sudden both of my hands had started refusing to listen to anything that my brain had to say, and they had just started acting as though they had a mind of their own, and were going to do whatever they wanted to do.
It was like they had been set on “remote control” or something and I didn’t have the remote because I had just instinctively reached out with my other hand and grabbed Jeff’s still growing cock with it.
So now I’m sitting there, drooling, with both of my hands wrapped firmly around Jeff’s massive cock and I was starting to stroke it like I knew what I was doing.
Here I have to say that up until that point in my life I had only seen maybe about a half dozen different guys cocks but none of those fuckers had even came anywhere near comparing to this thing that Jeff called a dick.
Shit, most of those cocks that I had seen had been kind of small, so small in fact that I called them jokes. Though I had seen a few of those suckers had been pretty dammed big, and all of those had already fucked me too. But aside from the size issue Jeff’s cock had never been circumcised either and that shit fascinated me.
I had seen a few dicks with all of their foreskin still intact like that before, and that was really intriguing to me because unlike a cock that’s been cut they have something extra to play with.
I was totally engrossed as I sat there playing with all of the skin that was on that thing. I was enjoying the sensual feeling that my fingers were experiencing from feeling that sleeve of cock skin sliding back and forth along his semi hard shaft of meat while I was working it back from the tip of his sex tool all the way down it’s full length to its base. Damned, that shit was amazing to me.
Anyway, while I was sitting there making myself happy and getting better acquainted with Jeff’s fuck tool I had noticed out of the corner of my eye that he seemed to be glancing over towards the bedroom door a lot but I hadn’t paid it much attention at the time.
I’d also seen him shaking his head “No” a couple of times too, but paid it no farther attention as I was engrossed in what I was doing with that steadily stiffening shaft of flesh of his that I was fondling.
I was sitting with my back towards the bedroom door, and wasn’t really paying it that much attention. Jeff was sitting there on the bed next to me, facing the door, kind of looking at it from time to time while he allowed me the privilege of sitting there, and lustfully stroking his now almost completely erect manhood.
And all the while I had, more than willingly, been allowing him to amuse himself by fondling my breasts, and my ass cheek that was next to him, and telling me how fucking fine I was all the while that he was doing it too. Needless to say that all of that sexy sweet talk was swelling my head to the max too.
Then I had notice Jeff looking at the door again, as though he was looking to see who was there and then nod his head “yes.” A few seconds later Tiffany comes bouncing back into the bedroom with a big shit eating grin on her face.
Next Twalla came strutting back in about ten seconds or so after Tiff and they had both sat on the bed with me and Jeff and started giggling, and snickering between themselves.
I couldn’t help but notice the way that Twalla was sitting there on the side of the bed looking at Jeff with a big cheesy grin on her face when she had made a motion towards his cock with her head. I had also noticed the way that Jeff had just smiled back at her as he nodded his head “yes.”
Right about then was when I had kind of realized that they had been signaling each other back and forth for some time now. But I was a whole lot more interested in what I was doing with that huge hunk of manhood that I was holding in my hands than I was in what they had been signaling each other about.
Fuck, as I would later find out I probably should have been a lot more interested in knowing what all of that signaling shit had been about right then too. But who knows, if I had of known then I might have backed out and missed out on this whole sexual experience.
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Chapter Three
Then when it had finally stopped moving it was amazed to see that it was focused on my mom. She was like totally naked and was kind of sitting astraddle of some big dicked dude that I’d never seen before. And she was lazily pumping her pussy up, and down on his rather large cock, seemingly enjoying getting fucked the way she was, while she watched Mr. Blackstone just flat fucking the dog shit out of his daughter.
Mr. Blackstone is a fairly light skinned black man, who was in his late thirties or early forties at the time that this happened. He stood something like five foot eleven inches tall, and might have weighed a hundred eighty pounds.
I knew who Mr. Blackstone from school because was the principal of the Junior High School that I was going to at the time… and because I knew his daughter, Donna, who was a year ahead of me in school.
I hadn’t understood it then, and I didn’t know why then either, but I had been having the strangest feeling that Mr. Blackstone was wanting to fuck me or have some kind of sex with me, whenever I was around him at school.
Though he had never done anything of a sexual nature around me…that I had noticed anyway…like grabbing his cock in front of me and making sure that I had seen him doing it.
Which as everyone knows is the universal sigh that men make to a bitch that means “hey bitch, you wanna fuck or what?” Nor had he ever said anything even remotely sexual to or around me either.
But now that I had seen the size of the cock that that man had hanging on him, which had looked to be over ten inches in that video, and watching the way that he was working with it, and having been able to observe the way that he had been using it while he was hanging it to Donna had defiantly peaked my sexual curiosity.
That had started me scheming on just how I might be able to go about getting some after school detention. Just on the off chance that I might be able to get closer to Mr. Blackstone and get the answer to the question of what made me feel like he wanted to fuck me whenever I would just walk past him in the hall at school.
“That’s it Fred” mom said, looking over at Mr. Blackstone “loosen that horny little bitch of yours up real good” then laughed and said, “cause Greg's gonna be fucking her next”, “and we don’t want him hurting her.”
Donnas eyes had popped open pretty wide when mom had said that Greg was going to be fucking her next and she was grunting “umpf!”, “umpf!”, “umpf!” in rhythm to her dads pounding himself into her pussy as she turned her head to look at Greg saying “oh god”, “umpf!”, “oh god yeah!”, “umpf!” as she tried to talk in between her grunts and gasps for air “I want you”, “unpf!”, “Greg”, “umpf!”
When Greg moved the camera again I could see a lot of other people in the background, all of whom were madly sucking and fucking in groups of from three to five people.
I had taken all of that in in about the last fifteen minutes that I had been watching the video before I couldn’t handle the sensuality of what I was seeing any longer and had finally hit the stop button on the camera.
Then I had just sat there on the living room floor, unable to move, with my mind whirling, and sputtering in utter sexual turmoil for like maybe fifteen minutes.
I was so terribly excited by all the sexual scenes that I had just witnessed that my pussy had gotten all gushy and the crotch of my shorts had gotten soaking wet.
I was also more than just a little perturbed at what I had seen too. I mean I had always thought that Donna and I were tight… so how the fuck could that horny ass little bitch be getting into all of this group sex, knowing that that was one of my favorite sexual fantasies in the whole world, the way that I had just seen her doing, and NOT have told me anything about it?
Anyway, my conscience had finally gotten the better of me right then and I had put the tape away without watching anymore of it. I kept the joint’s though, and smoked those suckers later.
Well it had been maybe six months since I’d seen that movie and it had taken all of the self control that I could muster NOT to just blurt it out and tell Donna that I had seen her dad banging the fuck outta her horny little ass, and fucking the dog shit outta her in that home video.
God…was I ever having to fight the urge to ask her if she would mind setting me up with her dad and tell her that I wanted him to fuck me too.
During this time mom and Greg had split up several times, then gotten back together and they had really loosened up a lot. Here lately they had been getting into their sex parties and orgies like day and fricking night.
Not only that but they were also now starting to get fairly careless about making sure that I was out of the house when it was their turn to host one of their sex parties, or orgies really, at our house.
Take this one particular Saturday morning for instance. I had woke up early and with my normal urge to masturbate myself before I got out of bed to get ready for Andy to pick me up.
To Be Continued…
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Chapter Two
Heck, I used to be getting my little ass shipped off to the sitters like every other night. Or the sitter would be coming to our house when ever mom and one of her studs wanted to go off partying for a couple of days.
Anyway, I didn’t know it right then though, but I was about to make a rather startling and mind blowing discovery in the not so distant future.
It hadn’t been more than a couple of months since I’d accidentally found those porn movies in mom’s dresser drawer when I had returned to the scene of my crime, once again in search of a joint, and was once again rummaging through her dresser drawers.
But this time I was also looking to see if I had overlooked any of those fuck movies. When I failed to find anything new I decided to check out the shelf at the top of her closet to see what might be lurking about up there.
Well much to my joy “Eureka!” I ran across a shoebox that not only had a five dooby stash squirreled away in it but it also had a whole gang of digital video cassettes stashed away in it too. Cassettes tapes that I knew belonged in our new Canon video camera, and at least half of those things had been recorded on.
So with my heart beating so fast that I thought that I was going to pass out, as a mad rush of adrenaline went coursing through my veins, I hurriedly connected the camera to the TV to find out just what I had discovered.
What appeared when I pushed the play button appeared to be a home movie of an adult sex party, well some type of a sex orgy really, that was made at a house that I didn't recognize.
What I did recognize, however, was something like nine or ten of the people who were walking around in the background. Everybody was in different stages of nudity ranging from topless to bottomless to plumb buck assed naked.
And all of the men were strutting around in various states of sexual arousal ranging everywhere from hanging long and limp all the way up to sporting a full fledged raging hard-on.
I had recognized most of the men, and several of the women too, because they had all been to our house at one time or another and my jaw had dropped when I had seen them all walking around naked like that as though they didn’t have a care in the world.
Right at first I was pretty shocked by what I was seeing because I actually knew several of them really well… or at least I had thought that I had known them pretty well… right up to till then anyway.
The camera work was all free hand and pretty crappy, and after watching everyone just walking around, talking and kind of fondling each other once in a while for about half an hour I was kind of disappointed, and thought that maybe this was all it was going to be.
I had just about turned it off but decided to give it another couple of minutes to see if things might get any better. Well, I didn’t have to watch it for more than about two minutes longer to find out just how wrong I was about it not having anything good on it because all of a sudden I heard my mom asking “Are you getting any of this Greg?”
That was when everything had gotten kind of blurry as the camera panned quickly to the left and slightly down at the same time. My attention had quickly peaked, and I had sat up straight waiting to see what was going on.
Then when everything came back into focus I had almost died from the sensual shock of what I was seeing… because much to my surprise and dismay it was filming a fourteen year old friend of mine named Donna.
I had always known that Donna was a hot assed little bitch, kind of like me, but I had never really known just how fucking sexually hot that girl really was… not until I saw her in action on that cassette anyway.
I mean that hot assed little bitch was laying there on her back on the floor with a couple of sofa pillows piled up under her ass, and was really enjoying getting the dog shit banged out of her cunt.
Her eyes were all squenched shut real tight, and she seemed to be in some kind of sexual ecstasy because her head was flipping back and forth from side to side like she had turned spastic or something, and she was frantically squeezing her tits, which were almost as big as mine, and squealing “yessss,” “god yessss”, “oh god yessss”.
Her ass was kind of up off of the cushions that were under it just a little because her legs were being shoved back so far that her knees were almost touching her shoulders and she was kicking her feet around wildly in the air and bucking her ass up wildly as she willing accepted all of the cock that was being offered to her young ass… kind of showing how much she was enjoying getting the dog shit fucked out of her… by her own dad nonetheless.
Man did that sight ever startle me the fuck out of me. It had also made me horny like a mother-fucking slut too because that fucker had an awfully big dick on him and he was really working the shit out of her with that thing too… I mean that man was flat poling some dick into that little slut and he wasn’t showing his daughters pussy any mercy whatsoever either.
Fuck, I was still sitting there aghast at what I was watching on the TV as it all unfolded before my disbelieving young eyes. I was kind of in a sensual state of shock, and watching the movie with my mouth hanging wide open when the camera had started to swing around again and was moving, kind of slow, to the right.
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“A Neighbors Teenaged Daughter”
A True Story
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Anyway, Mr. Tanner had made what I now realize had been nothing more than a cursory attempt at dissuading me from my desired objective of having sex with him.
I mean at the time, back then, Mr. Tanner had really appeared to me to have been trying to resist my sexual advances and for awhile he had had me worried that he just might succeed in what I had thought, at the time was, an honest attempt to resist the sexual advances of an under-aged teenaged girl.
Anyway, for several minutes it had seemed to me as though Mr. Tanner had been acting as though he was trying to push me away from him, not physically, but with his words.
Now when I think about it now I just kind of chuckle at myself for having been so fricking naïve as to have been thinking like that.
I mean for a man, with his superior physical strength, to have been acting as though he was so fucking feeble that he couldn’t defend himself and was totally unable to fend off a fourteen year old girl who wanted to have sex with him, and who was sexually attacking him, in a non-violent way of course, would have, more likely than not, been intended solely to strengthen that naïve little bitches resolve to get what she wanted from him just because she was being told “No…,” “your way too young,” “you can’t have it.”
And, in this case at least, it had worked like a charm. Because as hot as I already was for that man to just fucking do me right then and there, my resolve to get fucked by Mr. Tanner had more than tripled in its intensity, and there was no way in hell that I was going to let him get away without fucking me, at least once, that easily.
That was when I had first worked my fingers beneath his bathrobe and slid my hand up along his inner thigh until I had gotten to his crotch, and had quickly found his cock with my fingers.
I had been pleasantly surprised at what I had found too, because even though his cock was less than half hard right then, I knew from what I had remembered seeing in the past that that sucker was going to be a monster once I had gotten it standing up at full attention…. and as it had turned out I hadn’t been disappointed either.
So anyway, without missing a beat, I had gotten busy working with it, kneading it with my fingers, as I had began to massage it gently.
I was slowly working my way up from his balls, allowing my fingers to savor every inch of his quickly swelling manhood while eagerly plying the entire length of his shaft, all of the way to its rather broad, helmet shaped head, giving his rod several firm squeeze as I went, and then slowly worked my way back down to his ball sac again.
I remember thinking “Oh…, My…, God…” when I’d first felt the head of Mr. Tanners cock, “this is gonna be hard to take.”
Nevertheless, I had been more than pleased with myself while I had been gently stroking his fuck-pole and gotten it stroked up about three quarters of the way and Mr. Tanner had finally relented saying, “Oh God yes Wendy” while shifting his position on the sofa so as to make his rod more accessible to me.
He had started moaning, sensually, “mmm… gaaaad,” “oooo gaaaad,” “yeah Wendy,” and had said “God that feels good,” and “you sure know how to take care of a mans cock girl.”
Yet all the while he was still trying to make it seem as though he were still somewhat reluctant to give in to my sexual desires, the way that I had hoped he would all along, and had started pulling me in towards himself, verbally that is, instead of trying to push my horny little ass away that he had been doing with his words only minutes earlier.
I was also more than just a little pleased, to say the very least, with the size of Mr. Tanner’s still expanding cock too.
Shit, I mean it had been several years since I’d seen it out in the open and I had been a lot younger when I had watched him and mom had been having sex, but I had remembered that it had appeared really big to me back then and I had wondered how my mom had been able to take all of that meat in her belly the way that she had been doing.
Needless to say I had been amazed and quite pleased, at just how fast Mr. Tanner was able to put the steel into his sex organ as I busily attended to his cock beneath his bathrobe.
I could feel that crotch monster of his quickly stiffening up in his briefs as we kissed. I could feel his tool gaining strength as I manipulated the firm flesh of his rapidly expanding sex organ.
I was extremely pleased with the way that hunk of meat of his had continued growing, getting ever longer, getting even fatter and harder by the second until I had finally gotten it rock hard and it was straining against the fabric of his briefs, and was trying hard to escape the confines it’s cotton prison once I had gotten it fully rigid.
Anyway, once Mr. Tanner had seemingly allowed himself to succumbed to my feminine wiles and had finally relented, as I had truly hopped that he would all along, the sexual intensity of our embrace had seemed to have increased by at least ten fold.
We were both breathless and were gasping sensually for air when we had finally managed to brake that kiss, after we had been swapping slobber for what had seemed like forever, and Mr. Tanner had actually made his first sexual move on me by quickly removing my T-shirt, and had immediately gone to work on my tender young breasts.
My breathing had quickened, becoming extremely sensual, and sexually labored, while I had knelt there next to Mr. Tanner on the sofa. I was watching him, with a smile of sensual satisfaction playing across my lips, as he went about the task of carefully massaging my breasts.
He had been doing both of my tits, one in each hand, right at first but had quickly started massaging them one at a time with both hands, moving from one to another, while kissing them each tenderly.
Then he had began licking and sucking greedily on my nipples, yet being ever so gentle with them at the same time. I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest as he had quickly brought me into a heightened state of sexual arousal when he had once again began moving from one of my tits to the other, giving each tit a couple of minutes of extremely sexual attention before moving to the other tit from time to time.
I knew that Mr. Tanner was trying to be as careful as he could with my sensually heaving young breasts right then because I had told him that my period was only a day or two away while we had been shooting the shit in the kitchen earlier, and that as a result of that my breasts were tender to the touch right then.
But after he had been gentle massaging and kissing my breasts for several minutes I was really beginning to relax and they were feeling wonderful. Mr. Tanner had noticed when I had instinctively started responding to the sensual manner in which he was handling me in and had started fondling my tits in a much more aggressive manner.
Anyway, when Mr. Tanner had noticed the sexually enthusiastic manner in which I was starting to present my breasts to him for him to use for his own sensual amusement and sexual gratification, he’d really gotten busy, and had started doing some rather frantic sucking.
Mr. Tanner had just been sucking on my nipples right at first, feasting first on one for a minute or two, then changing over to the other one and sucking greedily on it for awhile.
But that had only lasted for about ten minutes before he had began sucking and slobbering all over both of my breast, and was greedily consuming them both of them as though he was trying to get my entire tit into his mouth all at once while reveling in their firmness at the same time.
Mr. Tanner had managed to stand up and had pulled me to my feet as he had, kissing and licking his way up my neck as he did. Then alternated back and forth between nibbling at my earlobe and blowing sensually into my ear several times just before he had started tonguing into my ear, first licking and then sucking ever so slightly.
My God that shit had gotten some kinda fucking sensual…, and it had gotten that way in a big hurry too. Then, once Mr. Tanner had perceived my total willingness to accept his sexual advances, it was like his self confidence had kicked in, and he had slowly worked his way around behind me.
Then, having now taken the lead in this sexual situation, although somewhat tentatively, Mr. Tanner had seemed to have decided that, as my reactions to what he had been doing seemed to be favorable so far, it would be relatively save for him to progress a little farther.
Yeah… and like I was about to tell him to stop.
Anyway, Mr. Tanner was standing behind me, fondling my breasts with both hands, while alternating between nibbling seductively at my ear lobe, then licking and sucking ever so fricking sensually in my ear and biting me gently on the side of my neck every once in awhile.
All the while I had been standing there moaning, “ooh…,” “gaaaad yeeesss” sensually. My eyes had closed when I had allowed my head to roll back against his chest, reaching back behind myself with both of my hands as I had and I had taking hold of his rigid fuck-stick, and started massaging it with both hands as I did.
Although Mr. Tanner was a totally grown man he had reminded me of a seventh grade schoolboy who was out on his first date with a girl when he had made a couple of false starts down my belly with his hand, moving it only a few inches down before quickly returning to my breast as though he were unsure of himself or testing me to see how receptive I was going to be to his future sexual advances.
Then after he had made like maybe his forth false start I had giggled as I released his cock from my right hand and had taken his hand in mine, then gently given it a gentle downward push before reaching behind me and taking hold of his cock again.
When I had done that Mr. Tanner had taken the hint and had finally decided that it was safe for him to make his move and had started moving his hand down across my belly and had ran his hand, ever so fricking slowly, down across my taunt, and sensually quivering, belly towards my, slightly dripping, more than willing young snatch.
I never did figure out why he had been acting so uncertain of himself…. I mean fuck, hadn’t I already told him up front that I was there for him to fuck me?
And hadn’t I been the one to make the first sensual move on him when I had grabbed his head and frenched him? And hadn’t I been the one who had made the first sexual move on him when I had grabbed his cock and had, oh so willingly, stroked that monster up into a full erection?
Oh well…anyway, I had been wearing the same pair of shiny gold Scrunch-Back Booty Shorts that I had once heard Mr. Tanner’s wife, Ms. Diana, referring to rather disgustingly as “that little nigger whore’s coochie cutters” when she had seen him staring at me one day…, I think that she might have caught him staring at my camel toe.
My cousin, Candy, had bought that pair of shorts for me because I had really liked the pair that she wore whenever she worked at the local bar. I really liked those suckers too because I knew that they didn’t leave much to a mans imagination whenever I was wearing them.
They were actually a micro-hip hugger style of shorts that most of the waitresses at the local clubs wore to help improve their tips. They had a, fairly narrow, low riding hip hugger waist band and what leg they had rode up really high on my buttocks.
Well…, actually they were so fucking short in the back that they were really having to struggle to cover just a little less than half of my voluptuous ass cheeks.
Shit, I was proud of those suckers too, I mean my shorts and my ass cheeks too, because I had heard several men referring to them as the most beautiful pair of half moons that they had ever seen when I’d been wearing those shorts.
One man had even handed me a twenty dollar bill when he had apologized to me for having smacked my ass, and then given it a good firm, lingering, squeeze in Wal-Mart ® one day.
Anyway, Mr. Tanner had slowly worked his way around behind me, and once he had gotten behind me he had began fondling both of my breasts. Then he had started fondling my breasts with his left hand, moving from one to the other every few seconds while he rubbed, kneaded, and fondled my belly with his right hand.
Mr. Tanner was also beginning to grind himself, ever so sensually, against my rump while pulling back gently against my belly. Needless to say, I had been more than willing to allow him to pull my rump back against his steely hardness and had started shoving my hot little ass back against him while I was reaching back behind myself to fondle his tool as I did.
I had been amazed at the size and hardness of his masculinity, when I had first felt it earlier, and now as I stood there fondling his tool I was seriously wondering if I would be able to handle all of his manhood without too much trouble.
Than I had felt all of my belly muscles instantly tightening up and I had instinctively sucked my belly in real tight as I tried to allow his hand to gain entry into the front of my shorts when I’d felt the tips of his fingers bumping against their waistband.
But when his fingertips had failed in their attempted to nudge their way beneath the waistband of my shorts when he had attempted to slip his hand down into the front of them, I had, somewhat reluctantly, released my grip on his cock, and had quickly unsnapped, and unzipped them so that his fingers could get to their target... my twat.
Mr. Tanner’s hand had returned to my tits while I had been undoing my shorts, and my body had given a hard, sensual, shudder of sexual expectation when his hand had once again left my tit, and had started its journey back down across my belly again.
This time his hand had continued on its journey, quickly descending across my sensually quivering belly, until his fingertips had at last came to rest, pressing ever so lightly, over my mons veneris.
God…, I was so fucking hot for some of that mans cock by that time that my shorts should have been on fire, or smoking like a mother-fucker at the very least.
Anyway, my body had given one hell of a hard, sexual, shudder that had ran throughout my entire body and I had instinctively started wriggling my ass, ever so sensually, and had been tugging down my shorts as I did.
I had quickly manage to get them tugged down onto my rump, slightly, and then pulled them back, and off of my buttocks, letting them drop to the floor when I did. Then I had stepped out of them and kind of kicked them out from under my feet as I did I
Mr. Tanner’s hand had once again managed to overcome his apparent shyness and was just beginning to move again and his fingertips were now gently beginning to explore my pubic area as his hand had slowly dropped a little farther down.
I have what a lot of men commonly refer to as ‘a three or four finger gap’ between my thigh, right at my crotch and as Mr. Tanner had moved his hand down this time his hand had slipped easily through my crotch gap as his fingers had moved sensually in between my thighs and hadn’t stopped until the tip of his middle finger had been tapping lightly against my sensitive little butt bugger as his hand had completely covered the mouth of my vagina.
I had been slightly embarrassed when his fingers had discovered the wetness at the crotch of my panties…, a wetness that had been caused by my own vaginal secretions when they had began to flow a couple of minutes earlier, and that had gotten me so wet down there that, except for the tacky feeling of my natural nectar, it had felt like I might have actually pissed my pants.
Mr. Tanner had stood there gently caressing me through my panties, for several glorious minutes, all the while sensing that he was quickly building the sexual tension in my inexperienced young body right up next to the boiling point before relenting somewhat, and backing off slightly, and not wanting to rush me into an orgasmic release he was taking great care not to be so aggressive with my naïve young ass as to actually shove me over the edge right then.
But even though I had taken his hand in mine and was trying hard to get him to press his fingertips against my clitoris, and work it into a sexual lather, it had seemed as though he wanted to torment me, sexually, because he had wanted to go slow, and had resisted my attempts to manipulate his fingers against my throbbing clit in an effort to give me a longer, more drawn out, and truly erotic sexual experience…, and in this he was dammed sure succeeding too.
Then when I had finally realized that he was purposely slowing things down the way that he was, I had panted sensually as I said, “its things like this that had convinced me that I really wanted to go through with this with you Mr. Tanner” my breasts heaving sensually as I spoke, “whenever I have sex with any of my boyfriends they’re always so anxious to just cum inside of me that I barely have a chance to get warmed up, sexually I mean, before they’re penetrating me” once again reaching behind me to grab his rock hard sex organ adding, “and then within a few strokes they’ve already shoot their load into me and are finished with me” squeezing his cock firmly while slowly stroking it as I spoke.
To Be Continued…
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