Sneak Peek Forbidden Fruit
In this excerpt, Owen teaches Kristy about contraception.
I’m halfway to my goal of lowering my heart-rate when I see her .
This luscious, creamy teen girl who’s currently allowing me to enjoy her body.
What am I doing? I shouldn’t offer to take her cherry.
I should pat her on the head and then send her on her way with a smile and a comforting word.
But instead, I’m stroking the curvy girl’s assets while making her moan.
Shit, I need this. This is as much for her as it is for me, and I intend to make the most of this indescribable opportunity.
The girl moans again as I suckle her nipple, and I can’t resist. I need more than this.
Slowly, I reach around and unzip the pink prom dress so that it falls away to her waist. Her ivory tummy is exposed, soft and a little poochy.
But that’s okay because I prefer bigger girls.
I’ve never been a man for sticks and bones because I like my women generous and lush.
“Let’s get you out of this,” I rasp, breaking free from her breast. “I want to see you nude, sweetheart.”
She looks at me with those big brown eyes, and my heart almost breaks at her beauty. But she nods and softly slithers off my lap so that the dress drops to her feet before pooling to the floor.
Oh shit. She’s so lush and curvy, and she’s wearing only a tiny, hot pink g-string that disappears into her ass crack.
My shaft jerks and literally spurts a bit in my pants, and groaning uncomfortably, I shift in my seat.
But I can’t let it out yet because it would scare her.
This is her first time, and she needs to be petted and loosened before taking a man deep.
“Should I take this off?” she breathes, fingering the waistband of her g-string.
I nod wordlessly, unable to speak. With a hesitant smile, the girl hooks her thumbs into her waistband and slowly pulls the fabric down her legs.
My pole jerks again, hard this time, because the crotch of her panties is absolutely drenched, and her cheeks flare as she slowly disentangles her legs from the lace.
Soon, she’s dressed in nothing but a pair of pale pink heels before me.
Her long legs are bare, lengthening to become curvy, thick thighs.
There’s a sweet slit at her vee, the lips already moist with need.
And then those huge tits beckon to me again, swinging a bit.
“What should I do next?” she asks uncertainly, trembling on the carpeted floor.
I groan. Oh shit. I can’t wait very long, and the time has come. This is going to scare her, but she’s got to get used to it sooner or later.
“Sweetheart, come unzip me,” I say in a raspy voice. “Set me free, baby girl.”
Her cheeks flush again, but she nods and comes to kneel between my legs. I almost cry at the tableaux. I have a sweet, creamy, totally nude teen girl kneeling before me, lush and ready to give me her cherry. This night has done a one eighty, and I’m the luckiest man in the world.
Looking up at me uncertainly, the girl bites her lip.
But then with trembling fingers, she unbuttons and then unzips my tux pants, letting my huge member out.
It literally pops out from all the strain, and almost hits her in the face.
The enormous shaft sticks straight up, gleaming at the tip as veins pulse along both sides.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, unable to tear her eyes away.
“I know it’s big,” I manage in a scratchy whisper. “But I promise that when I take your cherry, it will feel good.”
She nods wordlessly, still staring at the pulsing shaft, and swallows audibly. But then her eyes flick to me and she whispers, “Can I taste it?”
I almost let out a moan.
“Yes, please do, sweetheart. Give it a good tongue bath.”
The girl looks down at my shaft again, her perfect pout parting.
Then her lips surround my head and I let out a deep groan of pleasure.
Oh shit, this feels so good. Her tongue swirls around my tip before gently probing the opening.
She tries to push as much of her tongue as possible into the hole, but then backs up and begins to suck heavily at the dripping purple helmet.
“Mmmm,” she moans, the vibrations going through her mouth to run up my member. “Yesssss.”
Without prompting, the pretty brunette begins to take more and more of me down her throat.
Her jaw stretches almost comically as her cheeks bulge, but she’s a pro.
She breathes through her nostrils, straining, and is able to get just about all of my man meat down her gullet.
Holy shit. How is this possible? Does she not have a gag reflex?
But eyes watering, the girl amazes me again.
Inhaling deeply, she squeezes my balls and then finally, pushes forward once more so that my entire thickness is buried in her throat.
It feels so good, and she begins sucking for all she’s worth, her delicate lashes floating shut to rest on those cheeks.
“Mmmm,” is her incoherent mewl of pleasure. “Unnnh.”
My head drops back as my body flames. Holy shit. I thought she was a virgin, and yet she’s giving me head like a professional. How is this possible? I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations for a bit, as my body begins to peak.
But as much as I want to explode in her mouth, this isn’t the right time because I promised to take her cherry.
Slowly, I pull myself out of her mouth, and she gasps and coughs a little once I’m all the way out.
My deep pink member is dripping and wet, and the girl merely slides another hungry glance at it, desperate to have it in herself.
But I stop her.
“Sweetheart, we need to use protection,” I say. “Are you on anything?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head, her brown eyes so soft and sweet.
“No, I’m not,” she whispers. “We had rubbers up in the room. I could go get them, if you want.”
I shake my head.
“No need, baby girl. I have some on me.” With shaking fingers, I reach for my wallet and pull it open. Fortunately, there’s a condom there from god knows when. It’s not expired, but I never expected to be using it now.
I meet her eyes again, my blue eyes seizing hers.
“Baby, do you know how to put a sheath on a man?” I ask gently. My voice is low and raspy, but I hope it’s understandable.
Her cheeks flush and she bites her lip while shaking her head.
“No, Daddy. Can you show me?”
I smile at her, shifting a bit in my seat because my arousal is almost painful at the moment.
“I can, baby girl. Now, I want you to take the rubber out,” I say, handing her the foil packet. With trembling fingers, she takes the square out of my hand and rips the packet open. Then she pulls the circle out and stares at it, eyes still wide.
“That’s the tip,” I say, indicating with a motion of my head. “Now roll it down my length, sweetheart. Slow and steady. You can do it.”
She gasps, her eyes still wide.
“Will it fit though? It seems too small!”
I laugh hoarsely.
“I got a Magnum, sweetheart. It’ll fit. Just go slow, and you’ll see.”
Biting her lip again, she lines the rubber up with my throbbing pole and begins rolling it down my stiff shaft. Oh fuck. Her hands are so soft and gentle, and the sweet, stroking motion almost makes me lose it. But I have to hold on because this is not the time to explode.
Finally, she gets the rubber all the way to my base and licks her lips.
“Like this Daddy?” she asks innocently.
I nod, jerking my chin.
“Yes, but now take it off.”
She gasps, staring at me again.
“But you said we needed protection!”
My shaft jerks, dripping uncontrollably inside the latex material.
“We do, sweetheart, but not tonight. I need to feel you on me, skin to skin. I need to sample that pink sweetness bare and raw. Can you do that for me? Please baby. I need it so bad.”
I can’t believe I’m begging because I’m not a man who begs.
I’m a man who commands and asserts himself.
Sometimes, I’m even dominating in the right circumstance.
But somehow, this sweet, creamy teen has me doing things I’d never thought I’d do.
My pole quivers between us, the tip seeping into the well, and she bites her lip with hesitation.
But then she nods.
“Okay, but do you promise to pull out when the time comes?” she asks in a whisper. “It’s the only way to be safe.”
I bend and capture her mouth for a kiss. The curvy brunette tastes like strawberries with wine, and I can’t get enough.
“Of course, baby girl. I’m more than happy to pull out when the times comes. It’s going to be fine.”
With that, she nods and slowly strips the rubber off me. Oh god, it feels even better coming off as her small hands slick against my throbbing shaft, and I let out a deep, guttural moan.
“Now sweetheart,” I say. “On your hands and knees. Are you ready?”
She blushes and bites her lip again, but her curves tremble entrancingly. Then she turns and gets onto her hands and knees just as commanded.
“I’m ready, Daddy. Do with me as you wish .”
To be continued …