Story 17 #4
Then, it was his turn. He pushed at her blouse and she slid it off for him, as though she was offering herself up to him.
He looked at her perfect body, and he wanted her more than ever.
He grabbed hold of her and pulled her to him again, kissing her again.
His hands on her body, one of them moving around behind her and grabbing her ass before pulling her skirt up and slipping in beneath it, feeling her ass through her panties and then pushing them down to get a better feel of her ass,
taking hold of all of it before sliding around to cup one of her ass cheeks.
His other hand slid up to one of her breasts again, cupping it through her bra before moving down and then pushing up beneath her bra, finding the sweet softness that he had been yearning for, his hand pushing against it, feeling the nipple rubbing against his palm.
One of her hands went to his ass now as well, and they pulled one another in closer, and she started to grind herself against the hardness that she found in his pants, and he knew that it was only a matter of time now till he had the relief that he was longing for so much.
His hand left her ass now and moved up her back, going to the clasp of her bra.
He unhooked it, and then both hands were there, pulling it away as he stepped slightly back from her, eager to see just what she had hiding in there, to see if it lived up to his wild fantasies.
In the end, it turned out that it was even better than he had hoped for. Her breasts were bouncy, full, as tanned as the rest of her, which left him imagining her sunbathing topless, and her nipples were dark, seductive circles, stiff and pushing out toward him.
He looked down at them in wonder. She was looking at him expectantly, as though offering herself up to him.
He reached out with both of his hands and took hold of them, stroking them. He lifted them and dropped them, watching them fall back into place with a slight bounce.
He squeezed them both, and then his fingers went to her nipples.
He flicked at them with his thumbs, and then he took hold of them, tweaking them slightly.
When he did that, and he heard her moan, he looked up into her face.
He could see the anticipation, the pleasure, in her features, and he looked into her eyes as he gave her nipples another tweak.
She moaned more loudly, and then he bent down to her breasts and began to suck on them.
Her moans came more and more often now, one after the other, and one of her hands went to the back of his head as he moved from one breast to the next, his lips pushing against her nipples, his tongue flicking at them as he sucked on them.
He felt her other hand moving down the front of his body, and then it went down over the front of his pants, squeezing his cock through them. Then, she was undoing them, pushing them down, and suddenly the pressure on his cock was relieved as she pulled it out.
He felt her fingers wrap around it, holding it lightly, and then she began to jerk him off, her hand moving up and down along his shaft.
“Oh, that’s good,” she moaned as she played with his cock.
One of his hands then went down her body.
She bent one of her legs up, running it along his thigh, and then his hand was there, pushing up along her stockings, finding the softness of her skin where the stockings ended, and then moving in, moving toward the front of her panties.
He pushed his fingers in beneath her panties and found out how wet she was, making him think about how desperate she must be to have his cock inside her. Not yet, he told himself, but soon.
He began to toy with her pussy. It felt wonderful, perfect, as he spread her lips, as he moved up and down her pussy, as he found her clit and rubbed at it, hearing her moans turn to high-pitched little cries of pleasure.
Then, he raised his face from her breasts and looked into her face, looked at the little O of her mouth as she cried out, and he decided that he had a much better use for that mouth.
“On your knees,” he instructed her. He wanted her to know who was boss here, after all.
Obediently, she dropped to her knees.
He looked down at her as she held his cock, and then she leaned in and slowly kissed the tip.
She pushed herself up slightly and guided his cock to her breasts, rubbing them with it, and then she moved her mouth to it again, sucking on the sides of it, sucking on his balls, and then she took it into her mouth, her lips tight around it as it moved to the back of her throat.
She held it there, as far back as it would go, sucking on it, and then she began to move her head back and forth along it.
She started slowly, but she soon built up her pace.
It was good, so good. But then he realized that maybe it was too good. He realized too late that he was past the point of no return.
“Wait, wait,” he panted, “I’m going to -”
But she seemed to understand, and she seemed to want it.
She let his cock out of her mouth and started to jerk him off, her mouth open, her face turned up to it, and then he was shooting thick strings of cum that splattered on her face, in her mouth, as she licked at her lips, wanting more of it.