This is not a story about a relationship although I had known the young lady in question for several years, quietly keeping her in my fantasies. Her name was Debra but that’s not at all important to the story. All you need to know is that one Saturday night we found ourselves alone together, perhaps for the first time ever. A friendly neck rub led to a friendly kiss. Before I realized what was happening, her tongue was stretching its way down my throat. Oh, there were murmurs of “No, we shouldn’t” and “This is wrong” but these were half-hearted attempts that convinced no one, sandwiched as they were between deep soul kisses, wet and quite literally sweet, like a glazed doughnut. In all my life, I had never known anyone whose kisses were truly sweet! Without any warning, her hand fumbled for my zipper.
My own hand had it easier. As I rubbed her mound through thick pullover pants, I noted a finger-sized hole right at the crotch. Soon my index finger was rubbing the crease of her pussy, right through her silk panties. The wetness increased quickly and the aroma of her sex began to fill the room.
Meanwhile, her efforts had freed my straining cock, already harder than hard and throbbing in deep anticipation. She grasped it enthusiastically but she stroked it all wrong, clearly not having a lot of experience. I nervously took her hand and wrapped it around my member, showing her the best way to stroke it. She pulled off her pants and dropped her soaking panties to the floor. Insistently, my dream girl placed my hand on her lightly fuzzed pussy.
She had a very prominent clit, proudly standing up to meet me. My fingers began massaging it, occasionally darting in and out of the tightest hole I could have ever imagined. She attempted to jerk me off but soon stiffened up, losing track of everything but the sensations I was causing between her legs. She smelled sweetly of pussy juice now and began making little cries from the back of her throat. With my sticky finger held tightly between her legs, she began to moan and shake. Over the next few minutes, she shook and shook as I pushed her button over and over again. Finally, she had to force my hand away and pull her legs in, still trembling. I asked if she was okay and she purred “Oh, yesssssss, honey.” I licked her juices greedily from my finger.
She started in on me again after a minute, this time stroking correctly. I retrieved her discarded panties from the floor and sniffed them excitedly. She plucked them from my hand and wrapped them around my hard-on, rubbing rhythmically. “Come.” She whispered. “Come in my panties.” She jerked faster and I felt lightheaded. Pouting like a little girl she added, “Pleeeaaassseeee. For me?” I was a goner. She stared in fascination as hot loads of my cream burst into the cotton crotch of her underwear. She laughed as I collapsed in a heap onto the floor, my dick sticking to the panties.
After long minutes of just listening to our breathing return to normal, she said, “We have to go clean up, now.” She took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I fumbled an apology but was quietly rebuffed when she put a finger to her lips. She pulled off her top and stood naked before me. She was slender and had tiny breasts with huge, pointed nipples sticking straight out. Her light brown pussy hair was slightly matted from all the sticky finger play.
After she turned on the shower and climbed in, I sat on the toilet seat, fisting my cock to the sight before me. “You don’t have to settle for that anymore,” she cooed through pursed lips as she beckoned me to join her. I stepped into the stall and our tongues met again, long and deep, back and forth. Under the warm water, I held her as close as I could, my hands clasping her tight butt cheeks. She moaned as I nibbled on her neck. “I have to feel you inside me.” As we exited the shower, she fell to her knees, taking the tip of my ever-hard dick into her mouth, licking swiftly and wetly. I could feel a drop of pre-cum surge up while I was deep in her mouth, her tongue roughly flicking it. She rose to her feet, leaving a trail of wetness between her lips and my cock and playfully stuck her tongue in my mouth, allowing me to taste myself.
“Now that you’re all wet, I want you to fuck me in my ass.” she said confidently. I was astounded. She bent right over the edge of the sink, wiggling her butt up at me with a smile. “Come on,” she pleaded. “I know you want it. I’m sooooooooo tight!” I reached under her and fingered her cunt, then rubbed my juicy fingers around the dark, wrinkled rosebud of her anus. I was able to work in a finger with no problem and the sight was nearly enough to make me cream. Finally, I had three fingers loosening up her hole. “Keep going,”she said through clenched teeth. “You are not hurting me!” I pulled out and watched her cute little sphincter tighten right back up. I put the head of my cock against it and pushed. She pushed back, too, but all I did was slide off. I leaned down and licked her asshole wetly before trying again. Each time I pushed, though, my cock, larger than it had ever been, just slipped right off of her tight, tight hole. Finally, in supreme frustration, I lowered my sights just a tad and my cock slipped easily and deeply into her pussy. In the mirror, I saw her eyes pop out as she realized what I had done. I quickly rammed it to the balls, in and out as she began a non-stop moaning. After only a minute, though, the excitement had me ready and I pulled out. “Shoot your cum on my leg!”she begged breathlessly. I did, leaving a sticky viscous trail from her thigh to the floor. She rubbed it into her skin sensuously. The bathroom reeked of sex!
