Salt Pork @ MindSay

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.