The revealing of their innermost fantasies got us very worked up so I
suggested that they show me what they had to offer in the way of physique.
Giggling and joking they agreed, removing their T-shirts to reveal two
pairs of large firm breasts, with large erect nipples. I immediately felt
my cock stiffen, especially as first Tracy then Claire slipped off their
jeans to reveal very small silky panties. At this point Claire demanded
that they see what I had to offer. I didn’t argue, so standing up I removed
my shirt, sandals and trousers. Left standing there in just my boxer shorts
I waited for them to continue.

NikaNaughty says: “join me in adult chat for a quite arousing passtime”

I can now appreciate the Van Husen commercials better. The blue oxford cloth
shirt felt wonderful against my skin. My upper thighs are covered by it and
the tails tickle me as I walk, barefooted of course. I have the sleeves rolled
up to my elbows and the top three buttons open. Hopefully you can only guess
that I have removed my bra, leaving me dressed in only bikini panties and your
shirt. You also change to tight often-washed jeans and a polo shirt, looking
spectacular. But then you’d look good in a paper sack, I’m sure.

Dave did everything he could to turn her on. He had drinks at his place
ready before she left. she sat out on the lawn at the pavilion, drinking
wine. He put his arm around her, and at every opportunity Dave touched her,
stroked her, patted her, massaged her.

He spent a good ten minutes rubbing her forearms when she talked about
typing much of the morning. He spent longer on her back, and the kiss at the
end had seemed so natural.

The three that followed were more forceful. She didn’t protest when his
hand began rubbing her breast … she rather liked it.

On the way home his hand was under her dress as he drove, teasing her
pubic mound so that by the time she reached his apartment you were wet and as
horny as she could remember being. He took her on the rug in his living room,
and then later in his big bed.

For Alice, things had gotten out of hand … and she loved it.

Dave had continued to maintain possession of either her breast or her sex
the whole drive home. When they had entered the house he had begun kissing
her in earnest as he undressed her. His tongue had explored her in ways she
had always refused to her lover, Mark. Dave had simply been insistent. He
had tongued her mouth–deeply. He had gone all over her neck, licking her
ears.

I have found though that you’ve caused my rides to be a little more exciting
lately than I remember them as a child. Last week as I was arguing with myself
about the many reasons why I shouldn’t go for a ride like I don’t feel like
it…it’s too hot…I don’t want to…I need to do some paperwork for
work…when I heard a knock on the door. And there you were in your biking
shorts holding your bike. I was totally shocked because usually you never come
to visit and you’ve made so many remarks about the fact that I ride too slowly
so I assumed you would never ask me to go for a ride. But there you are-God,
how I lust after you when you’re in those black shorts-they leave nothing to my
overactive imagination. You’ve been out for a while because you’re soaked with
sweat making the curves of your muscles even more visible.

The look on your face is pure satisfaction-”So, want to go for a ride? I’ve
done 40 miles so far and you can survive another 10, can’t you?”

Oh, shit-I think to myself-he’s doing well-he’ll beat me into the ground but I
smile and sputter, “Sure, you know I’m slow though” I’ve got to change-oh,
damn, now he’s going see that I haven’t got a tan or even a shade of a tan-at
least my legs are shaved. I put on my sweat shorts and my jersey and wheel my
bike out.

I’m thinking-You’re used to racing and you’ve got a bike set up for it-there’s
no way I can match you-I’ve got a mountain bike that weighs twice as much as
yours-I outweigh you by a good amount. And you’ve been in training for months.
Oh, well the pain’ll be over soon.

We start off slow and I follow you-at least you’re not cranking-you slow down
and drift back beside me so we can talk. “How bout we take one of the side
roads, do about 10 and then circle back to your apartment? You take me home in
the car if I’m too tired to ride?”

“Sure”. A reasonable request it seems to me.

“Or you can put me up for the night.” And off you ride and down a side street
laughing as you drop me in the dust.

I push to catch up with you. “Did you mean you’d stay over?”

“Yeah, if you can keep up with me for the whole trip.”

Is this an incentive or what-I haven’t made love to anyone in 2 1/2 years and
all I have to do to get you into bed is keep up with you for 10 miles.

Unfortunately, I start to feel the effects of keeping up with you already-my
calves are aching and my knees feel like shit. You drift back again-grinning
that mischievous grin you have and ask “How you doing? I can make it a little
more interesting for you.”

“How’s that-going to give me a new set of knees?”

“Nope, I was thinking that we’ve gone about 3 miles already and we can stop
about 2 miles from here for a short break. In the mean time, why don’t you
think of that seat as a substitute for part of my anatomy.”

And you don’t lose eye contact with me as I almost ride into a ditch.

Oh Christ, am I out with a sadist or what…you know how long it’s been for
me. I keep envisioning all the times that it would have been right for you to
have just come over and stayed. I keep remembering all the times you said
“No”.

What you said is having it’s effect-I do seem to be sliding back and forth and
it’s taken my attention away from the pain of my legs. I just have that moist
feeling between my legs in the center of my concentration. As we start up a
slight hill, I lift off the seat and you keep up with me easily and say “I
notice you don’t wear anything under your biking shorts either. I always
wondered if you were a real red head or not-looks like you are.” And off you
go up the hill with the ease of a jaguar.

I’m starting to get pissed now because I’m losing steam and I can’t really keep
up with you and I’m really horny now. I keep wondering if I’m really going to
get laid at the end of this or if you’re just going to sleep on the couch. I’m
surprised because my knees seem to have gotten used to the ride and I’m at the
top of the hill-thank god. You drop back and ride beside me and say “The air’s
nice isn’t it” And it is too-cool as we descend-the way I like to ride-down
hill on a warm day. “See the sign down there and you point to a blue sign on
the right-we can stop there for a minute and get a drink of water.”

I just coast and feel the wind pass me and it’s a great feeling-I don’t feel
too bad-I’m half way there and I’m happy.

We turn into a little park that has some benches and trees and a little
waterfall. I didn’t know this park was so close to my apartment-what a
delight. I get off my bike and lean it up against the back of the bench and go
over and dip my hands under the waterfall, drench my hair-the cool water
dripping down and soaking my jersey. I’d like to take a shower right now,
preferably with you. The water is so cool and I cup my hands and take a
drink-it’s really cold-I know I’ll get cramps if I drink too much so I just go
over and sit on the bench.

You join me and sit close with your thigh touching mine. I really would like
to have you right here on the bench. The silky feel of your freshly shaved leg
against mine is a sensual delight. The thought of how wonderful it would feel
to have your thighs between mine and your cock sliding in and out of me is
rather stimulating at this moment.

There seems to be great pleasure for you in keeping me in the chase right now.
You start a conversation having to do with work and what the merits of certain
features of the product you’re working on are-I lost the thread of that after
the first few words-I realize that there has only been work between us and
there’s no hope for anything more. It really hurts a great deal to think that
way and so I’d rather have the pain of my legs to think about than the breaking
of my heart. I get up and get my bike. “Which way?”

You’re kind of shocked since you thought I was listening to the work
conversation. “If we go down here and take a right, it goes back to your
apartment but we’ll be short by about 2 miles from our agreement.”

“Well, then we can go straight and circle back someway, I would imagine.”

“Sure-is something the matter?”

“No, I just remembered I should go to work later-I’ve got some stuff to write
up.” And off I go-I try to keep my eyes averted so you don’t see the tears run
down my face as I realize once again that I’m nothing more to you than a
willing listener. I don’t notice my legs any more, I just concentrate on how
I’m going to gracefully say good-bye that afternoon. I’ve got to stop hurting
myself by thinking that there’s any more to our relationship than work. I’m
woken out of my thoughts by your hand on my forearm.

“Hey, stop a minute.”

“There is something wrong-what is it?” You really look concerned and I never
could resist being enchanted by the depth of those brown eyes.

“I just want to go back to my apartment because I have a lot to do and I should
be doing it instead of riding today.”

“Is this another way for you to avoid me like you’ve been doing for 2 months
now? Ever since I took my new job, you never have time to talk to me and I
really miss the talks we had, I thought we were friends-I feel totally
abandoned. Don’t you give a shit about me anymore?”

We’re standing by the side of the road and I hate public scenes-I can’t stop
the tears now. “Of course, I care for you-I care too much, I don’t want to be
just your friend, I want to be your friend and lover. I tied myself in knots
while you worked with me and now you have a new job and a new start and it’s
better that I not stay involved because you’re dating other people and one of
them will work out for you-then I’ll be left a second time-Please don’t make me
get re-involved, it just hurts too much.”

You let go of my arm and slide your arm around my waist. “I’ve always loved
you in my own way-I wouldn’t have spent so much time and gotten both of us in
trouble all those time if I didn’t value you as a part of my life.”

My first impulse is to run. I start to move away and your grip on my becomes
firmer. “Let’s go back to your apartment and have dinner-you’re too tired to
work tonight so let’s have a nice night together away from work.”

We get back on our bikes and I start off, you pass me and take the right side
street and I follow. Another couple of miles and I see the back of my
apartment building. The tears are still streaming down my face-more pain from
this relationship, I just don’t want any more pain. I keep saying to myself,
now when he says he just wants to be friends, it’ll be alright, you can handle
it-it’s not the end of the world. You don’t have to see him at work-it’ll be
fine. You can take him home from your apartment and it’ll be over in half an
hour. All the crap of a lifetime of rejection wells up in me: I’m not pretty,
I’m not bright enough, I’m not mature enough…it goes on endlessly in my
head-I’m just wrong.

We get back to the apartment. “Do you want me to take you home now or what?”
I’m really short with you now and I can’t look you straight in the eye.

“Later-let’s get cleaned up first.”

We bring our bikes into the apartment. I go to the refridge and get a jug of
water out. “want some?”

“Some what?” As you stand about a foot from me and have a strange smile on
your face.

“Water-what else is there?”

You move closer and put a hand on each side of my waist and say “How about some
of you.”

This is scaring the hell out of me and I start trembling and try to move away
but you hold me tighter. “Stop running away from reality into that very scary
fantasy world of yours. I’m not leaving you. You haven’t any real idea of how
I feel about you because you haven’t talked to me for 2 months.” The tone of
your voice shows your irritation.

“Okay.”

“Now, I think you should take a shower and put on something cool and
comfortable and something you enjoy wearing. I’m going to take a shower, too.
I brought clothes to wear to dinner. Then we’re going to have a conversation
about us-not work-not me-not you but us.”

I come back with a short black kimono, holding it out for you. “You might like
to wear this when you come out of the shower-you can take a shower first if you
like.”

“No, you go ahead-I have a surprise for you and I need to get it ready for
you. Is it okay if I come in and shave while you’re taking a shower?”

“Sure.”

I start the water running and get in-it does feel good after being so hot and
sweaty-I hear the door open and then the shower curtin rustle-I turn around and
you’re beautifully naked waiting for an invitation.

“Can I join you?”

It didn’t take much hesitation to join me in the shower.

“So, where’s the soap so I can wash your back?” You’re grinning, again. I’m
having my fantasy come to life and you treat this like this is an everyday
occurence.

I feel like I’m 17 and a virgin again-I feel awkward and scared-I hand you the
soap and the shower massage head. You move my hair to my shoulder to keep it
from getting wet and start to wash my back. I turn around and just stare at
your body-you’ve got the beginnings of a stiff cock and I notice you’re quite
amply endowed. I give in to my body’s longing, knowing that I’m going to be
hurt by loving you. I reach out for you and pull you to me and kiss you as I
have wanted to do for 2 years now. I can feel your cock stiffening and your
breathing deepen. I step back and take the soap and shower massage from your
hand and put them back on the shelf. I want you now-I don’t want to wait any
longer. I move back to you and you laugh “Slow down, we have all night.
Besides my plans involve some things which require a shower for both of us.”
That intriguing smile of yours.

“Alright, I’m game.”

I take the shower massage and soak you from the top of your head down. “Would
you like me to wash your hair?” You turn around “sure.” I get the shampoo and
start washing your hair. “I like this-could you do this on a regular basis?”
“Sure, make an appointment with my secretary.” We laugh finally. I rinse your
hair and then run my hand down your back to make sure the soap is gone. It
might appear that I’m overly concerned about making sure all the soap is
gone-yeah, I’m feeling you up. Touching you is nerve wracking-I just want to
fuck right now more than anything else in the world-no foreplay-just pure lust
and rut.

That’s what I’ve always felt with you-this lust and desire and I’m about to get
what I want.

You take the shower massage in hand and reach past me for the soap. You dampen
my front and start soaping my tits. My nipples show their interest standing
towards you. I can’t stand still at this point especially as you get closer
and closer to my snatch.

“Calm down, we’ll get there.”

You know me too well. I feel like a racehorse at the gate and hot to trot.
The soap makes your hand slippery as it slides down my front to my bush. That
fond remembrance of the sensation of a slick hand where no one has been for
ages. As your hand nears my twat, I put my hand on yours and glide it down and
between my legs working it back and forth in a gentle rhythm.

My motions are quite restrained for someone on the edge of coming-I just don’t
want you to stop that wonderful motion in and out of my cleft. Please, just a
little longer. My breathing is getting shallow, I close my eyes and start to
drift to that edge of pleasure that has been absent so long from my life. My
breathe quickens as I near my climax and I move your hand more quickly trying
to push myself over the edge and feel the waves of relief. You push my hand
away and pull me to you in a passionate kiss sliding your tongue in slowly,
taunting me-I respond in kind-exploring you with my tongue and letting my hands
roam over you without boundaries. Your cock approves by standing straight
up-hard and tight-the veins coursing with blood.

I want you now and lean back up againt the wall and put one leg on the side of
the bath and pull you to me-I’m quite agressive at this point-I want you and we
can go for a more relaxed pace later-I want you and I want you now. I reach
out and guide your member to my channel. I expericened the feeling of being
filled for the first time in years and can only let my body do what’s
natural-you feel the same way. Your thrusting in and out of me is pushing me
to the edge again-I can’t stop the waves of plearuse as they pound over me and
I feel the contractions in my snatch beginning; I’m gasping for breathe and
murmuring to you-”Don’t stop, please come inside me” As the contractions
become stronger I push back to meet your thrusts and my entire body trembles as
I start to come. You hold my waist firm as you continue to pump into me. The
tears of release are streaming down my cheeks- I open my eyes and see you
clenching your jaw as you approach coming-I slide back and forth and squeeze my
cunt around your cock-you open your eyes as I feel the first spasm of your
coming pass through your body-a wide smile comes over your lips as you push in
and out feeling the semen spurting out of your cock and inside of me. The
slippery sensation of your cock moving in and out so well lubricated makes me
tingle and gets me ready for another session. You slow your pace and just lean
up against me, the feeling of the shower cooling and relaxing to us both. I
push you back a bit and kiss you gently and enfold you in my arms. I whisper,
“Would yo like to take a nap and relax.”

You laugh and say “That took more out of me than the ride.”

“I think it did.” I reach for the shower head and move it over you washing
away the remnants of your seed. I take a finger full of your juice to my lips
and taste it’s saltiness-”Tastes good-can I have some more later?” Smiling
that smile I reserve only for attractive single men.

You snap back, “You’ll have to do something to earn it.”

small village just outside Skegness in Lincolnshire, I’d visited him before

but this was the first time I’d gone alone and as I was alone I was staying

with his family in their spare downstairs bedroom.

On the first night we went out in Skegness and got drunk. We pulled a

couple of local slappers but aside from a little kissing and as much

touching as I could get away with nothing interesting happened.

The next night Stuart, his girlfriend and I went for a quiet drink in a few

of the pubs in his village. These are proper village pubs who have no

interest or respect for the licensing laws which say they should be closed

by 11.00 PM, consequently we arrived back at his place by half past

midnight we were still surprisingly sober and planned to watch a bit of TV

before bed.

We went into his living room to find his little sister watching tv by

herself. Stuart and his girlfriend, Anna, sat on one sofa leaning against

one another and holding hands. I sat on the other sofa with Stuart’s sister

Sarah. The four of us watched the tv chatting about what had happened since

we’d last seen each other. I glanced across at Stu and Anna, she had been

getting sleepy and was now lying with her head in his lap and one arm

wrapped lazily around his lower leg. I looked towards Sarah, she was

looking at me. Without saying a word she rested her head against my arm. I

moved my arm around her shoulder letting her slide down my body until she

was lying in my lap. My hand rested naturally on the soft flesh of her

belly. As Stuart and I talked for a while longer I was gently stroking his

sisters skin, she didn’t object and I could tell from his look that Stuart

was cool with the idea of me being with his little sis.

Stuart finally decided he was tired and he took Anna upstairs to bed. He

thoughtfully closed the door so that his parents wouldn’t hear anything.

Sarah seemed to wake up just after the others left. She turned on to her

back and looked up at me.

“You were staring at me earlier,” she said. It was true I had been looking,

she was good looking and had a fantastic body. I had fancied her from the

time I first saw her about three years ago when we’d been at school

together.

“I was just looking, have you got problem with that?” I asked.

“No,” she said smiling. We looked into each others eyes, it seemed like

hours but was really no more than four or five seconds. I don’t know who

moved first but the next thing I knew she had propped herself up and I had

leaned down and we were kissing each other. It started with just soft short

kisses on the lips then it developed into more passionate and lingering

kisses and finally both our mouths were open and we were locked in a long

deep French kiss. My hand was still on her belly. I could feel her stomach

muscles tense while she was holding herself up, I raised my knees to

support some of her weight and felt her relax slightly.

Sarah was wearing the clothes she’d been in earlier that day. A loose

fitting white tee-shirt and a short black skirt. I stroked her short brown

hair while the fingers of my other hand moved cautiously under the first

couple of inches of her tee-shirt. I didn’t know what to expect when I did

that, I half thought she’d push me away and run screaming to her mum and

dad. The other half expected her to do nothing, either through being to

surprised to act or through wanting me to touch her. I thought she was

going to push me away when I felt the soft warmth of her small hands on

mine, instead she pushed my hand further up her top, revealing her young

breasts in their soft white bra.

Holding her around the shoulders and waist I gently lifted Sarah into a

sitting position. We kissed again and I wrapped my arms around her small

body to undo her bra. I tugged her bra and tee-shirt from her arms in one

go, leaving her beautiful creamy white breasts exposed.

I couldn’t resist getting up close with those pert little titties, so I

lowered my face to her chest and began to kiss her very gently on the top

of her breast. With soft slow kisses over her breast I teased Sarah’s

nipple to attention. Opening my mouth wide I took as much of her small

breast in as I could manage, then slowly I pulled my head back with my lips

firmly pressed against Sarah’s skin until just her nipple was in my mouth.

I sucked gently on it for a moment then I gave her a playful bite, being

careful that I didn’t hurt her. When I lifted my head again to look at her

Sarah wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me to her, we kissed

again.

As our tongues explored each other’s mouths Sarah’s hot hands pulled my

shirt from the waistband of my trousers, she fumbled with the first button

but soon managed to undo my entire shirt. She stroked my bare chest and

pulled me to her. The cool flesh of her firm breasts felt good against my

chest and belly. Sarah had her hands inside my shirt and was stroking my

back. For the first time I noticed that she was wriggling underneath me,

pushing her pelvis into mine, trying to rub herself against me.

“I know what you want,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear.

“Oh yeah,” she replied. “What’s that then?”

“This,” I told her pushing one of her hands down the front of my trousers

and into my boxer shorts her hand immediately found my hard cock. She felt

it for a few moments, holding it in her hand and then trying to stroke my

balls but my jeans were to tight for her to get her hand properly down.

Sarah pulled her hand out and pushed me away with both hands. I let her

stand up. For a moment I thought that I’d upset her but she was quickly

kneeling down on the floor in front of me. She grabbed at my jeans and

struggled with the buttons down the front until she had pulled them open.

Sarah’s forwardness surprised me, she’d always seemed like a shy quiet girl

until now.

“I always had you down as a shy girl,” I said. “When’d you last get any

action?”

“Never,” she replied.

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes, but you’re going to change that for me. Aren’t you?” Her sweet

childish voice sounded so sexy I just couldn’t wait to get into her

knickers.

“Try and stop me,” I said as Sarah went back to work on my trousers, she

pulled the opening apart and gazed down with a look of excitement at my

cock.

“Christ,” she murmured.

“What?” I asked.

“That won’t fit inside me.”

“Of course it will,” I reassured her. “If you relax and don’t fight it,

it’ll fit.” Now I don’t claim to have an especially big dick but I have to

write this as it happened and you must remember that Sarah was a sweet

untouched virgin and this was the first cock she’d seen for real (that said

it is an enormous cock, honest).

A little more slowly now Sarah began to play with it. At first she just

stroked it much as one might stroke a pet, she quickly got the hang of what

to do and before very long she was kissing it. Sarah kissed and licked her

way down the length of my shaft until she reached my balls, she hesitated

until I urged her to kiss them and to suck them into her mouth. She did as

I told her and did it well. She knew what to do with my cock, she worked

her way back up its shaft kissing and sucking all the way. When she got to

the top Sarah kissed the tip of my cock lightly. She must have read that

somewhere because it felt great; it had taken my last girlfriend bloody

ages to work out what to do with a cock and her mouth Sarah seemed to have

it sussed already. My cock sprung back as her lips touched it. She licked

it the next time, holding my cock still. She sat back on her heels and

looked up at me. Sarah was still holding my dick in her hands, she pulled

it towards her and keeping her eyes on my face lowered her head and allowed

my cock to slip inside her warm virgin mouth. Sarah performed a masterful

blow job using her whole body to stimulate me, she lifted herself up and

down causing her breasts to rub against my balls. I made her wrap her thumb

and forefinger around the base of my shaft and started her off gently

wanking it using slow but firm strokes. As I think I’ve said Sarah was a

natural and she had stamina, she managed to keep going for ages without a

break. I held her free hand and put one hand on the back of her head. She

had built up speed with her mouth but managed to keep the rhythm of her

hands steady. I felt that she was going to stop soon, I whispered for her

to carry on just a little longer. She obeyed and I came in her mouth.

Without any complaining Sarah swallowed every single drop that I pumped

into her and then she sucked the cum from the end of my cock causing one

final spurt to shoot out into her face. Again without complaining she wiped

it off and sucked it from her finger.

“You are good, I don’t believe you’ve not done that before.” I said pulling

Sarah onto my lap. She straddled my lap on her knees and looked down at me

to reply.

“That was my first time, babe.” She replied. “I’ll be better next time.”

“Don’t be silly, that was awesome.” I was sliding one hand under her skirt

as I spoke. I gently stroked her inside leg, working my way gradually up

towards her slit. I could feel the heat from her wet hole without touching

it. I did my best to avoid touching it, preferring to stroke the tiny area

of flesh between her leg and pussy. I kept working my way up as we kissed,

my fingers squeezed the lips of her cunt together over her clitoris.

“Please,” Sarah whispered. “Don’t tease me, I want you now, babe.”

“Not yet,” I replied kissing her again. My hand continued its slow journey

up. Using my knuckles I rubbed Sarah’s inner thigh, her skin was so soft

and smooth that I wanted to bend down and kiss it. I could sense that Sarah

wanted it to.

“If you’re a virgin, does that mean that nobody has ever gone down on you?”

I asked.

“No, never.” She sighed.

“We’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we.”

I stood up, lifting Sarah with me. I carried her to an armchair and sat her

down in it while I knelt before her. We kissed again, my hands were all

over her firm young breasts. Sarah lent back in the chair with her arms on

the chair arms and waited for me to move. Her skirt was fastened by a

single silky cord tied in a bow by her hip, I gave it a smart tug and the

bow unravelled itself, I pulled it loose and opened her skirt. I knew Sarah

wasn’t wearing any knickers, but when I lifted her skirt and saw the shaved

wet pussy I knew that I had to fuck it else I’d die.

My first instinct was to bury my face between her legs and start licking up

her glistening juices but I managed to control myself. I put Sarah’s legs

over the arms of the chair, leaving her cunt was totally exposed to me.

Sarah was now so wet that her juices were starting to run down her bum and

drip onto her skirt. I looked up at her, she was staring at me with big

pleading eyes her chest moving quickly as she took shallow fast breathes.

I lent forward and kissed the soft smooth flesh of Sarah’s inner thigh, I

knew it wasn’t what she wanted me to do but I wanted to tease her until she

couldn’t stand to wait any longer. I began to slowly work my way back down

between Sarah’s legs, kissing and sucking all the way. Again I was careful

not to touch her pussy or clit directly, although I did squeeze the lips of

her pussy together over her clit again, only this time I used my mouth to

do the squeezing. Once I reached a point half way down the length of her

slit I pushed two fingers into Sarah’s wet hole. At first I only pushed

them part way in and then withdrew them completely. Sarah went mad, her

hands were grasping at her own pussy and she was begging me to eat her

pussy. I caught both of her wrists in one hand and held her tight. With the

other hand I pushed my two fingers back into her body, this time a little

further before again completely withdrawing them. The whole time I kept my

eyes fixed on Sarah’s face, when she felt my fingers leave her again tears

formed in her eyes and began rolling down her cheeks, her eyes were closed

but she was whispering for me to stop teasing her. I released her wrists

and lowered my mouth to her tight hole. Holding her thin legs in place and

keeping one eye on Sarah’s face as I extended my tongue and gently licked

the juices from just inside her pussy. She took a deep breath and held it

for a moment before releasing it in a staccato of short quick breaths.

Very lightly at first I began to lick her clit, I gradually applied more

and more pressure using the tip of my tongue at first to caress her

delicate organ and a little later the flat top of my tongue to lap up her

juices and smother her sensitive clit. At the same time I pushed two

fingers back into her pussy and began to work them deeper into her body

using small circular movements. Sarah loved it and the movements of my

fingers quickly stretched her virgin cunt until I was able to push a third

finger comfortably into her. I fucked her with my three fingers and ate her

pussy; after a few minutes I felt the walls of Sarah’s slit squeeze my

fingers briefly and then relax again. She was about to cum, the look on her

face confirmed that for me. Sarah’s face and upper body had turned red it

started as a light pink around her breasts and became progressively darker

up her neck until her face was a deep red. Her features were contorted, her

eyes screwed tight shut, her hair stuck to her cheeks by her sweat and her

mouth open wide in a silent scream of ecstasy. My attention was returned to

what I was doing by pain in my hand. It was the pain of having my fingers

crushed by Sarah’s powerful pussy.

I stopped moving my fingers inside her, not as much from choice as from

having little alternative as her cunt gripped them tight. Sarah’s hands

were against my face trying to push me away but there was no real power

behind them, I could hear her whispering for me to stop. That was the last

thing I wanted to do. Instead of easing up I began licking her clit as fast

as I could, my three fingers were free again and were now joined by a

fourth finger which pounded into her young body as hard as they could.

Sarah’s whole body tensed, she was panting hard now and she started to rock

a little as a second orgasm swept through her body in a tidal wave of

pleasure. Once I felt the second orgasm subside I stopped, partly because

she was now begging me to stop and more importantly because she had started

to make more noise than was advisable with her parents just a few feet

above us.

Holding Sarah’s soft young hands I guided her into position above my lap

with me lying on my back on the floor. She lowered herself until I could

feel her hot cunt rubbing on the underside of my cock.

“Are you ready for that?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she replied. We kissed again and I laid back.

Sarah bent down to kiss me giving me the chance to lift my cock ready for

her to sit on. I was just able to touch her wet cunt with the tip of my

cock as we kissed, when Sarah felt it touch her she moaned softly. She

raised herself to be directly above my cock and then lowered herself onto

the entire length of my shaft in one go.

“Oh, that feels good.” She said as she became used to the sensation of

being filled up. Gently at first she bounced up and down, she became more

lively as she became more confident. Sarah rocked her hips back and forth

with my cock buried deep inside her.

I slipped my thumb onto Sarah’s clit as she rocked, the combination of

being fucked by my shaft and rubbed by my thumb quickly made Sarah cum. She

gasped for air and started to make some moaning noises, she started to get

too loud so I pulled her face to mine and kissed her pumping my cock into

her as we kissed. ‘

“That was so good,” she said as her orgasm subsided.

“I’m not finished with ya yet, gorgeous.” I told her as I rammed my hard

dick deep into her.

I told Sarah to swing her leg over and turn around without taking my cock

from her pussy. She did it. Once she had her back to me I sat up and

wrapped my arms around her waist.

“We’re going to stand up and I want you to bend over the back of that chair

without taking that out, can you do that?” She agreed to try and with a

little difficulty we stood. Sarah knelt on the armchair and leaned forwards

over the back of it. I held onto her slim waist and slowly began to fuck

her again. She loved it, I reached out to play with her breasts while her

hand played with her clit.

Doing my best not to hurt her I smeared my thumb with her juices and

pressed it against her arsehole, it slipped in fairly easily. I asked if

she was okay with it and she nodded. I used my thumb at first but then I

swapped to my forefinger and after fucking her with that I pushed my index

finger in as well. Being as gentle as possible and using as much of her own

juice as I could I continued to open her bum until it was wide enough for a

third finger. She was stroking my dick as it went into her, she even

slipped a finger into herself as I fucked her. While her fingers played

with my shaft Sarah used her palm to press against her clit, it took longer

than before but the young girl was soon cumming again, and again she was

being to loud so I had to put a couple of fingers into her mouth to silence

her.

As she was cumming I withdrew from her pussy and quickly slid my cock deep

into her tight arsehole. She squealed with surprised, but didn’t try to

stop me using her like this.

Withdrawing, I told her to kneel on all fours on the floor. I dipped my

cock into her cunt again to get as much lubricant on it as possible, Sarah

sighed. Telling her to relax I placed the tip of my cock against her arse

and pushed fairly hard into her sweet young body.

“Are you okay, babe?” I asked.

“It’s good, but be gentle,” she replied. I screwed her like that for a few

minutes, but it wasn’t easy. Sarah is a lot smaller than I am and so I was

having to force myself into an uncomfortable position to use her.

“Here, sit upright,” I told her when I finally became fed up of the

discomfort. “Right, now I’m going to sit down and I want you to sit on my

lap like we did before, okay?”

Sarah agreed. I held her tight and we kissed as she slowly lowered herself

onto my cock. It hurt her a little as the thickest part of my cock slid

into her bum but Sarah refused to stop.

“Put it all in me, babe.” Sarah said as she slid down my shaft. “I want you

to fuck my arse like you did my pussy.”

It took a while but eventually Sarah’s bum was full with the whole length

of my cock.

“I can’t move,” she said. The young girl sounded exhausted. I made her lie

back on me and then we rolled over together so that Sarah was face down on

the carpet and I was on top of her.

“Do you still want it?” I asked.

“Yes, please do it.”

I kissed her cheek and slowly pulled my cock halfway out before pushing it

slowly back into her. Sarah’s bum was really tight so I could only move

slowly, but as it went on she became looser and I was able to move faster.

I held both Sarah’s hands on the floor as I started to work up to a more

normal speed. She groaned and panted, gasping for air. I was soon pumping

her bum hard and rubbing her pussy with my fingers. Sarah came again, she

started just before I began to shoot my load into her. I emptied every drop

into her tight little arse and lay on top of her while we both recovered. I

pulled my cock from Sarah and she rolled over. Her whole front, her

breasts, belly and groin were covered in bright red carpet burns.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “You should have said something if it hurt.”

“It’s okay you didn’t hurt me.”

We kissed and cuddled for a while, it was nearly four in the morning. Sarah

and I wanted to stay together all night but with her parents in the house

it wasn’t a good idea. She crept upstairs to her bedroom and I went to the

guest room, which was on the ground floor.

We saw each other the next morning, she brought me some breakfast in bed.

Sarah was in a tight fitting white summer dress, she looked so sexy. We

kissed and cuddled for a short while, then sat and ate together.

“Are you cool with what we did last night?” I asked just to make sure she

didn’t regret it.

“Yes… it was great and I want us to do it again, before you go.”

We agreed that I would pick her up from college after I had left her house

to go home to London and we could have some fun. Her mum wasn’t feeling

very well that morning so I offered to drive Sarah in. We had a talk about

what we would do, we agreed to give the long distance relationship thing a

try. After a kiss and fondle at the college gates I watched her walk away,

not taking my eyes from her long soft white legs and her cute little bum.