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WARNING The following material is of an explicit sexual nature
and intended for adults only. If you are not an adult, if you
think you might be offended, or live in a country/state which
prohibits such material, please leave this site now.
______________________________________________________
This story is copyright to Pee J and is covered under the Berne
Convention and international copyright laws. This story may be
NOT be posted or used on any commercial or pay site. For any other posting
please first request permission which will probably be given. Reposting
without permission is expressly forbidden. Where reposting permission is
granted, all titles and headings including this one must be included.
Contact me at PeeJ102@hotmail.com
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M,F mast voy oral
"Bella's Persuasion"
by Pee J
Copyright Pee J 2000
Bella is a twenty-five-year-old former colleague. She had worked for me
since she was nineteen and she seemed to look on me as some kind of mentor.
Our relationship was never more than that of being good friends, although
sometimes we would flirt mildly. Even though it was obvious from her
comments that she was no virgin, I soon realised that she was not very
experienced sexually. She would however, eventually, give me an
unforgettable experience.
She is dark haired and has a pretty, oval face with lovely green eyes. She
has a particularly smooth neck, beautiful shoulders, and above all fantastic
boobs. Unfortunately, however, she usually seemed rather self-conscious
about them, and almost always tended to wear loose-fitting blouses or
sweaters.
After she left and started working for another company we retained our
friendship and fairly frequently we would meet up, have a few drinks or go
out to dinner. That we get on so well was somewhat unlikely, as I am quite
a lot older than she is. What with office politics, problems about sexual
harassment, there was never any question of my making advances to her and
anyway she had a boyfriend.
I was never sure if she realised that I was strongly attracted to her, or if
she thought that I merely looked upon her semi-paternally. Either way she
kept any thoughts to herself, whilst often my own libido ran riot simply
thinking about what lay under those loose blouses. The only hint of their
magnificence came when she stretched. Their exact proportions were then
vaguely outlined and showed that they were certainly a good size and as far
as I could make out, a perfect shape, round and very firm. Many of my
fantasies focussed around those fabulous twin peaks.
On this particular evening she was due to come over to my place as we were
going to the local theatre to see some Spanish dancing, something that
particularly interested her. We had a quick meal in a local restaurant
beforehand, and then after the show we had a couple of beers at a local
hostelry. We returned to my house and as she had agreed to stay over,
something I was really looking forward to, we would have plenty of time to
chat. There was never any question of her spending the night anywhere but
in the guestroom - alone.
We got stuck into a few strong German lagers, and soon both of us were
feeling pretty content. We were never at a loss regarding what to talk
about, nattering on as usual, and from time to time returning to our
favourite subject - sex! She would often go into the most intimate detail
of her own love life, which I have to admit I found a great turn-on. She
was that delightful ingenuous mixture, part young, earthy and streetwise,
part naive. It was an appealing and even heady combination.
One aspect of our relationship was that she would often question me on
aspects of lovemaking. For instance, she had once asked me to describe, in
minute detail, how to give a good blowjob. At the time, we were sitting in
a restaurant with other diners around, which only seemed to heighten my
latent excitement with the possibility that we might be overheard. Needless
to say that when we stood up to leave, I wondered if the physiological
manifestation of the inevitable rise in my blood pressure would be evident
to any of the other diners. There were similar occasions - for example, had
I ever done anal intercourse? What was it like? Would I describe it, and
so on. In spite of all our erotic chat, the relationship was and always
had been entirely platonic.
On this particular evening the subject somehow got round to masturbation.
Like most women on the subject, she started with, "Well, all men do it,
don't they?" Noncommittally I answered that probably a lot did. Not
surprisingly, she was not going to be satisfied with that.
"Do you do it?" she wanted to know. Slightly taken off guard, I admitted
that I did. "How often," she pressed.
"Well," I said, "it varies."
"Yes, but on average, how often?"
I didn't know what to say to her. Being, from her point of view at least,
somewhat long in the tooth, I guess my sex drive was probably not that of an
18-year-old, but nonetheless I still considered myself pretty hot-blooded.
In the end I decided to answer truthfully, "Sometimes not for a couple of
weeks, very occasionally twice or very rarely three times in one night, but
on average maybe two or three times a week. Then she wanted to know where
and when I did it. "Mostly on or in the bed, usually at night."
She pondered this for a while and then said, "I have never really seen a man
wank."
I wondered where the conversation would go from there, and taking advantage
of the pause, I went and got another couple of beers.
When I got back to the sofa, we sipped our beers in silence and then she
leant against me, and provocatively cocking her head slightly, said, "Pee J,
if I asked you, would you do something for me?"
Unwittingly, I responded that I probably would if I could. Pressing closer
to me she asked, "Would you let me watch you wank yourself off?"
I was absolutely flabbergasted and couldn't reply immediately. She turned
towards me and nuzzled her face into my neck, making it impossible for me to
ignore the feeling of one of those fabulous breasts being pressed into my
arm. She had never done anything like this before, and then her hand
touched my knee and then moved up the inside of my thigh. I knew that with
my gathering excitement, increasing in tandem with my erection, that at that
moment I doubted that I would have been able to refuse her even the theft of
the Crown Jewels.
She continued to nuzzle me and her hand moved in slow circles on the inside
of my thigh, but kepting well clear of my crotch. "Please, Pee J, you will
won't you - please?" I think I must have nodded weakly. "You'll go all the
way, won't you? I want to see you come."
There was no question about it, I was in a complete daze, but she knew I
would do it, and to give me some encouragement she started to undo my belt.
"I think you'd be more comfortable in the bedroom." I nodded again
weakly, and, taking my hand, she pulled me to my feet and led me on wobbly
knees to the bedroom. As we got there, she faced me, glanced down, and
taking my zip between her thumb and forefinger, pulled it down. As she did
her fingers just brushed my erection senting waves of hot pleasure coursing
through me. As my trousers fell to the floor, she unbuttoned my shirt and
slipped it off. Placing her hand on my chest she gently pushed me backwards
onto the bed.
As I lay on my back, the bulge of my hardening cock was tenting my briefs.
"Go on, go on," she urged. I tentatively slid my hand over my briefs,
pressing my palm hard down on my cock, slowly rotating it. "Get it out and
let me see it," she insisted. It was almost as though I was in an advanced
state of intoxication, with all my natural inhibitions and reluctance
rapidly disappearing. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs
and raising my hips, began to slide them down. My prick sprang free,
pointing upwards at over ninety degrees. I could hear Bella's breathing
becoming harder. I kicked off the briefs and, almost in a trance, my right
hand returned to my cock. My fingers closed round the shaft and I began to
massage it, mainly just using the pressure of my thumb and forefinger. I
began pulling the foreskin in an upward direction, but only slightly drawing
it back down. I often use this technique as I find it extends the
pleasure, as it avoids stretching the opening ring of the foreskin over the
swollen knob. Gradually I increased the length of the stroke, exposing more
of the purple head, revelling in the sensation of the tip of the foreskin
being stretched. Bit by bit I pulled back the foreskin more and more. The
slit-eye in the centre glistened and let out a large droplet of precum,
which with each stroke spread over the exposed knob, smoothly increasing the
lubrication.
With each stroke I pulled back the foreskin further and further until I had
the exquisite sensation of feeling the ultimate friction as the foreskin was
stretched to its maximum, and at last fully exposing the glans. Through
half closed eyes, I stole a glance at Bella. Her eyes met mine and then
quickly returned to my prick. My hand movements increased in tempo. The
feeling in my prick was fantastic. I was in an amazing state of arousal;
this was one of the most sexually charged experiences I could remember. By
now, not only had I lost any lingering inhibitions, I was being
indescribably turned-on knowing that I was being watched.
Through half-closed eyes I heard Bella whisper, "Go on, go on, come for me."
I prised my eyes open. The flies of her jeans were open, revealing her
white panties, and in the exposed triangle below her belly button, I now
saw, through the thin cotton, the outline of her hand working furiously.
The sight of her masturbating herself was altogether too much for me. This
image proved to be the catalyst to trigger the crisis somewhere in the deep
centre of my body. It began almost in slow motion, and then from the depth
of my loins, gathered momentum and sped with increasing and unstoppable
speed all through the length of my cock and finally erupted. As it did I
let out a scream of infinite pleasure, at what was one of the most vivid
climaxes of my life. The viscous white fluid fountained inches into the
air, and fell back onto my stomach, whilst my cock continued to pump and
jerk as the last drops spurted out.
Opening my eyes I saw that Bella was in the final stages of her own
paroxysm, and closing her eyes, throwing back her head and with heaving
breasts, she too let out a long cry followed by a series of sobs, gently
subsiding as her fingers slowed their movements under her panties, now
revealing a gradually increasing patch of dampness.
"That was fantastic," she said, and taking her hand out of her panties she
held out her fingers, gleaming in the dim light with her juices. She
looked up at me, and then down at her hand again. She said no words; her
deep green eyes said everything. I sat upright, leaned forward and took
her fingers in my mouth closing my lips around them. There was a taste
vaguely familiar, certainly erotic, of her own unique nectar. As I sucked
and licked, she slowly pushed her fingers deeper into my mouth, then
slightly pulling them back, repeated the motion. There was no mistaking the
symbolism of her actions.
She stood beside the bed, as I rested slightly raised, on my elbows. Her
hands went to the buttons of her blouse and undid them one a time. I knew
what she was doing and I waited in feverish anticipation. Was I really
going to see those fabulous breasts? Those mounds that I had lusted after
for so long? She slid the blouse from her shoulders and let it slip to the
floor. There they were, the beautiful hemispheres, which for so long I
craved for. That they were encased in a white lacy, low-cut bra, for the
moment hardly seemed to matter. I could easily discern the outline of her
hardened nipples - all this was a first. The superb curve from her
shoulders down to the swell of her breasts once more set my pulse racing.
She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, and shrugging her
shoulders forward, let the bra shuffle down her arms and fall to the floor.
For a second my eyes followed the trail the bra was taking until, with a
start, I realised that she had now revealed herself for my benefit. I was
not disappointed with what I was seeing. Surely those boobs were the
ultimate in shape and size. There could not be any more perfect examples.
Her slightly olive skin created nuances of soft shadow, producing a
roundness and perfection of form, that even the models for Canova's
sculptures would have envied. Then, in a darker tone than the rest of her
skin, situated plumb in the middle of each orb were the aureolae, quite
large and surmounted by even darker, pert, erect, acorn-size nipples.
This was my nirvana, my portal to a visual heaven. I had waited quite a few
years for this moment, one that I never ever expected to arrive. My eyes
were riveted to them. From the periphery of my vision, I could make out a
slight smile on her lips. She knew the effect she was having on me, and I
somehow think she had known all along just how much I lusted after her
boobs.
She pushed me back on the bed, scooped the jizz from my belly, and proceeded
to rub it into one of her nipples. She now reached over and taking my cock
between her thumb and forefinger, squeezed out the remainder of my come and
applied it to the other nipple. Then leaning over me until a breast was
immediately above my face she said, "I bet you want to have a taste of
these." To say I didn't need a second invitation was the mother of all
understatements. I couldn't wait to get at them. One pressed onto my
mouth, I gobbled it, sucked it, flicked the nipple with my tongue, pulled at
it, scraped my teeth along the hardened nub and revelled in its delight.
My other hand reached up and clasped the other. What joy, what pleasure!
They felt as good as they looked. The wetness of my come on her nipples
provided superb lubrication for my fingers to circle and rub those
protrusions, and judging from the sounds she was making, I had no doubt that
she was enjoying all these sensations as much as I was.
Her jeans had slipped down to her thighs and, kicking them off, she dropped
them to the floor. At the crotch of her panties, the distinctly wet patch
around the gusset was by now slightly transparent, and I could even make out
the dark hairs of her bush. I could feel that I was definitely stirring
again. My desire was once more increasing. She offered me her other breast
and I swapped my hands over.
She knelt on the bed and, pressing my arms into my side, straddled me, one
leg on each side of my body. Leaning back on her heels, her thighs parted
wide showing her bikini pants stretched tight across her crotch. My eyes
were glued to that spot. I could feel her bottom pressing against my rising
cock. She arched her back, pulled herself to an upright position making the
fabric taut across her pubes, which by now were only a foot or so from my
face. She shuffled slightly nearer then leant forward resting her arms on
the headboard. By now the gusset of her panties was just above my face.
She lowered herself to a position that was just a fraction above my nose.
I breathed in the distinct aroma of female arousal. I raised my face to make
contact, and my nose brushed the wet material. I rubbed my nose along the
cotton, and my actions were met with soft moaning and increasing pressure on
my face. I ran my tongue along taut cloth between her thighs. Saliva from
my tongue further soaked the gusset of her panties.
She then seemed to come to a decision. Her desire overcame her inhibitions.
She stood up on the bed, her feet still on either side of me, and with one
hand holding on to the headboard she used the other to pull down her
panties. She raised one foot, released one leg then the other, and now she
was towering over me, totally naked, legs parted providing me with an
unhindered view of her entire flushed and engorged labia. "Now let's see
if you're just all talk or if you really know how to do it." She returned
to her former position, giving me the perfect close-up of her moist
love-nest as it hovered just above me, the swollen crimson lips wet from
love juices. I knew that I was going to savour every second, and that I
was expected to give a virtuoso performance.
Still straddling me, she dropped to her knees again and this time those
nether lips met mine, and her juices mingled with my saliva. My tongue
first thrust inside, penetrating her dark tunnel, then with my nose pressed
against her pubes, I found her love bud and let my tongue flick, lick,
caress, and finally suck at it. As I did so, she leaned forward and by
looking down and occasionally raising herself slightly, she could see my
tongue and mouth at work on her.
All the while my cock had been gathering strength and rising slowly. The
realisation that she was getting a real thrill from watching herself being
sucked off, finally bounced my prick back to its full hard throbbing self.
Bella's breathing became faster and then, first crushing herself onto my
mouth, then going rigid, she let out a strangled cry and I knew my tongue
had achieved what she - and I - had hoped for.
After a few moments she lifted herself off, and turning the other way round,
she laid her cheek on my thigh, and looked directly at my very erect prick,
just inches away. She slipped her hand around it and caressed it gently.
I clenched my muscles and it kicked slightly. The caressing became firmer
and more insistent. She retracted the foreskin - it did not return. She
directed my prick towards her face. She extended her tongue and flicked
its end. She ran it around the fully exposed glans. Her fingers worked on
the base of my shaft, squeezing and massaging. She leaned closer and
closed her lips round my cock. Her tongue raced round the knob. She was
doing everything I had previously recommended to her. I felt her apply
suction, just as I had said she should. She took me deeper into her mouth.
Her lips closed tightly round the shaft. She began moving her head up and
down, mouth fucking me. Seeing her lovely face doing that to me filled me
with wonder, and then the sensations started to take control and began to
overwhelm me. Her hand was rubbing me quicker; her mouth was bobbing
faster. My pulse was racing and my prick felt so big that I knew it was
about to explode. I knew my big moment was beginning. It started coursing
through my whole being. I thrust frantically in time with her head
movements.
"I'm going to come," I screamed, "I'm going to come," I repeated. She
didn't falter, her head kept going up and down as fast as she could. My
climax exploded into her mouth. The feeling was ecstatic, wonderful,
fantastic. Her head movements gradually slowed. Her tongue gently
circled my highly sensitive glans. My prick began to wilt and she looked
up at me smiling. She twisted round towards me. I reached out to feel
those fabulous breasts again. She placed her mouth on mine, and as our
tongues intertwined, I savoured the texture and the slightly spicy taste of
my own come.
This naive young woman had proved beyond all doubt that she had finally lost
her innocence! Over the course of time we have had several other quite
lustful experiences, which I will relate on later occasions.
Copyright Pee J 2000
Any comments would be welcomed and appreciated.
PeeJ102@hotmail.com
WARNING The following material is of an explicit sexual nature
and intended for adults only. If you are not an adult, if you
think you might be offended, or live in a country/state which
prohibits such material, please leave this site now.
______________________________________________________
This story is copyright to Pee J and is covered under the Berne
Convention and international copyright laws. This story may be
NOT be posted or used on any commercial or pay site. For any other posting
please first request permission which will probably be given. Reposting
without permission is expressly forbidden. Where reposting permission is
granted, all titles and headings including this one must be included.
Contact me at PeeJ102@hotmail.com
______________________________________________________
M,F mast voy oral
"Bella's Persuasion"
by Pee J
Copyright Pee J 2000
Bella is a twenty-five-year-old former colleague. She had worked for me
since she was nineteen and she seemed to look on me as some kind of mentor.
Our relationship was never more than that of being good friends, although
sometimes we would flirt mildly. Even though it was obvious from her
comments that she was no virgin, I soon realised that she was not very
experienced sexually. She would however, eventually, give me an
unforgettable experience.
She is dark haired and has a pretty, oval face with lovely green eyes. She
has a particularly smooth neck, beautiful shoulders, and above all fantastic
boobs. Unfortunately, however, she usually seemed rather self-conscious
about them, and almost always tended to wear loose-fitting blouses or
sweaters.
After she left and started working for another company we retained our
friendship and fairly frequently we would meet up, have a few drinks or go
out to dinner. That we get on so well was somewhat unlikely, as I am quite
a lot older than she is. What with office politics, problems about sexual
harassment, there was never any question of my making advances to her and
anyway she had a boyfriend.
I was never sure if she realised that I was strongly attracted to her, or if
she thought that I merely looked upon her semi-paternally. Either way she
kept any thoughts to herself, whilst often my own libido ran riot simply
thinking about what lay under those loose blouses. The only hint of their
magnificence came when she stretched. Their exact proportions were then
vaguely outlined and showed that they were certainly a good size and as far
as I could make out, a perfect shape, round and very firm. Many of my
fantasies focussed around those fabulous twin peaks.
On this particular evening she was due to come over to my place as we were
going to the local theatre to see some Spanish dancing, something that
particularly interested her. We had a quick meal in a local restaurant
beforehand, and then after the show we had a couple of beers at a local
hostelry. We returned to my house and as she had agreed to stay over,
something I was really looking forward to, we would have plenty of time to
chat. There was never any question of her spending the night anywhere but
in the guestroom - alone.
We got stuck into a few strong German lagers, and soon both of us were
feeling pretty content. We were never at a loss regarding what to talk
about, nattering on as usual, and from time to time returning to our
favourite subject - sex! She would often go into the most intimate detail
of her own love life, which I have to admit I found a great turn-on. She
was that delightful ingenuous mixture, part young, earthy and streetwise,
part naive. It was an appealing and even heady combination.
One aspect of our relationship was that she would often question me on
aspects of lovemaking. For instance, she had once asked me to describe, in
minute detail, how to give a good blowjob. At the time, we were sitting in
a restaurant with other diners around, which only seemed to heighten my
latent excitement with the possibility that we might be overheard. Needless
to say that when we stood up to leave, I wondered if the physiological
manifestation of the inevitable rise in my blood pressure would be evident
to any of the other diners. There were similar occasions - for example, had
I ever done anal intercourse? What was it like? Would I describe it, and
so on. In spite of all our erotic chat, the relationship was and always
had been entirely platonic.
On this particular evening the subject somehow got round to masturbation.
Like most women on the subject, she started with, "Well, all men do it,
don't they?" Noncommittally I answered that probably a lot did. Not
surprisingly, she was not going to be satisfied with that.
"Do you do it?" she wanted to know. Slightly taken off guard, I admitted
that I did. "How often," she pressed.
"Well," I said, "it varies."
"Yes, but on average, how often?"
I didn't know what to say to her. Being, from her point of view at least,
somewhat long in the tooth, I guess my sex drive was probably not that of an
18-year-old, but nonetheless I still considered myself pretty hot-blooded.
In the end I decided to answer truthfully, "Sometimes not for a couple of
weeks, very occasionally twice or very rarely three times in one night, but
on average maybe two or three times a week. Then she wanted to know where
and when I did it. "Mostly on or in the bed, usually at night."
She pondered this for a while and then said, "I have never really seen a man
wank."
I wondered where the conversation would go from there, and taking advantage
of the pause, I went and got another couple of beers.
When I got back to the sofa, we sipped our beers in silence and then she
leant against me, and provocatively cocking her head slightly, said, "Pee J,
if I asked you, would you do something for me?"
Unwittingly, I responded that I probably would if I could. Pressing closer
to me she asked, "Would you let me watch you wank yourself off?"
I was absolutely flabbergasted and couldn't reply immediately. She turned
towards me and nuzzled her face into my neck, making it impossible for me to
ignore the feeling of one of those fabulous breasts being pressed into my
arm. She had never done anything like this before, and then her hand
touched my knee and then moved up the inside of my thigh. I knew that with
my gathering excitement, increasing in tandem with my erection, that at that
moment I doubted that I would have been able to refuse her even the theft of
the Crown Jewels.
She continued to nuzzle me and her hand moved in slow circles on the inside
of my thigh, but kepting well clear of my crotch. "Please, Pee J, you will
won't you - please?" I think I must have nodded weakly. "You'll go all the
way, won't you? I want to see you come."
There was no question about it, I was in a complete daze, but she knew I
would do it, and to give me some encouragement she started to undo my belt.
"I think you'd be more comfortable in the bedroom." I nodded again
weakly, and, taking my hand, she pulled me to my feet and led me on wobbly
knees to the bedroom. As we got there, she faced me, glanced down, and
taking my zip between her thumb and forefinger, pulled it down. As she did
her fingers just brushed my erection senting waves of hot pleasure coursing
through me. As my trousers fell to the floor, she unbuttoned my shirt and
slipped it off. Placing her hand on my chest she gently pushed me backwards
onto the bed.
As I lay on my back, the bulge of my hardening cock was tenting my briefs.
"Go on, go on," she urged. I tentatively slid my hand over my briefs,
pressing my palm hard down on my cock, slowly rotating it. "Get it out and
let me see it," she insisted. It was almost as though I was in an advanced
state of intoxication, with all my natural inhibitions and reluctance
rapidly disappearing. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs
and raising my hips, began to slide them down. My prick sprang free,
pointing upwards at over ninety degrees. I could hear Bella's breathing
becoming harder. I kicked off the briefs and, almost in a trance, my right
hand returned to my cock. My fingers closed round the shaft and I began to
massage it, mainly just using the pressure of my thumb and forefinger. I
began pulling the foreskin in an upward direction, but only slightly drawing
it back down. I often use this technique as I find it extends the
pleasure, as it avoids stretching the opening ring of the foreskin over the
swollen knob. Gradually I increased the length of the stroke, exposing more
of the purple head, revelling in the sensation of the tip of the foreskin
being stretched. Bit by bit I pulled back the foreskin more and more. The
slit-eye in the centre glistened and let out a large droplet of precum,
which with each stroke spread over the exposed knob, smoothly increasing the
lubrication.
With each stroke I pulled back the foreskin further and further until I had
the exquisite sensation of feeling the ultimate friction as the foreskin was
stretched to its maximum, and at last fully exposing the glans. Through
half closed eyes, I stole a glance at Bella. Her eyes met mine and then
quickly returned to my prick. My hand movements increased in tempo. The
feeling in my prick was fantastic. I was in an amazing state of arousal;
this was one of the most sexually charged experiences I could remember. By
now, not only had I lost any lingering inhibitions, I was being
indescribably turned-on knowing that I was being watched.
Through half-closed eyes I heard Bella whisper, "Go on, go on, come for me."
I prised my eyes open. The flies of her jeans were open, revealing her
white panties, and in the exposed triangle below her belly button, I now
saw, through the thin cotton, the outline of her hand working furiously.
The sight of her masturbating herself was altogether too much for me. This
image proved to be the catalyst to trigger the crisis somewhere in the deep
centre of my body. It began almost in slow motion, and then from the depth
of my loins, gathered momentum and sped with increasing and unstoppable
speed all through the length of my cock and finally erupted. As it did I
let out a scream of infinite pleasure, at what was one of the most vivid
climaxes of my life. The viscous white fluid fountained inches into the
air, and fell back onto my stomach, whilst my cock continued to pump and
jerk as the last drops spurted out.
Opening my eyes I saw that Bella was in the final stages of her own
paroxysm, and closing her eyes, throwing back her head and with heaving
breasts, she too let out a long cry followed by a series of sobs, gently
subsiding as her fingers slowed their movements under her panties, now
revealing a gradually increasing patch of dampness.
"That was fantastic," she said, and taking her hand out of her panties she
held out her fingers, gleaming in the dim light with her juices. She
looked up at me, and then down at her hand again. She said no words; her
deep green eyes said everything. I sat upright, leaned forward and took
her fingers in my mouth closing my lips around them. There was a taste
vaguely familiar, certainly erotic, of her own unique nectar. As I sucked
and licked, she slowly pushed her fingers deeper into my mouth, then
slightly pulling them back, repeated the motion. There was no mistaking the
symbolism of her actions.
She stood beside the bed, as I rested slightly raised, on my elbows. Her
hands went to the buttons of her blouse and undid them one a time. I knew
what she was doing and I waited in feverish anticipation. Was I really
going to see those fabulous breasts? Those mounds that I had lusted after
for so long? She slid the blouse from her shoulders and let it slip to the
floor. There they were, the beautiful hemispheres, which for so long I
craved for. That they were encased in a white lacy, low-cut bra, for the
moment hardly seemed to matter. I could easily discern the outline of her
hardened nipples - all this was a first. The superb curve from her
shoulders down to the swell of her breasts once more set my pulse racing.
She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, and shrugging her
shoulders forward, let the bra shuffle down her arms and fall to the floor.
For a second my eyes followed the trail the bra was taking until, with a
start, I realised that she had now revealed herself for my benefit. I was
not disappointed with what I was seeing. Surely those boobs were the
ultimate in shape and size. There could not be any more perfect examples.
Her slightly olive skin created nuances of soft shadow, producing a
roundness and perfection of form, that even the models for Canova's
sculptures would have envied. Then, in a darker tone than the rest of her
skin, situated plumb in the middle of each orb were the aureolae, quite
large and surmounted by even darker, pert, erect, acorn-size nipples.
This was my nirvana, my portal to a visual heaven. I had waited quite a few
years for this moment, one that I never ever expected to arrive. My eyes
were riveted to them. From the periphery of my vision, I could make out a
slight smile on her lips. She knew the effect she was having on me, and I
somehow think she had known all along just how much I lusted after her
boobs.
She pushed me back on the bed, scooped the jizz from my belly, and proceeded
to rub it into one of her nipples. She now reached over and taking my cock
between her thumb and forefinger, squeezed out the remainder of my come and
applied it to the other nipple. Then leaning over me until a breast was
immediately above my face she said, "I bet you want to have a taste of
these." To say I didn't need a second invitation was the mother of all
understatements. I couldn't wait to get at them. One pressed onto my
mouth, I gobbled it, sucked it, flicked the nipple with my tongue, pulled at
it, scraped my teeth along the hardened nub and revelled in its delight.
My other hand reached up and clasped the other. What joy, what pleasure!
They felt as good as they looked. The wetness of my come on her nipples
provided superb lubrication for my fingers to circle and rub those
protrusions, and judging from the sounds she was making, I had no doubt that
she was enjoying all these sensations as much as I was.
Her jeans had slipped down to her thighs and, kicking them off, she dropped
them to the floor. At the crotch of her panties, the distinctly wet patch
around the gusset was by now slightly transparent, and I could even make out
the dark hairs of her bush. I could feel that I was definitely stirring
again. My desire was once more increasing. She offered me her other breast
and I swapped my hands over.
She knelt on the bed and, pressing my arms into my side, straddled me, one
leg on each side of my body. Leaning back on her heels, her thighs parted
wide showing her bikini pants stretched tight across her crotch. My eyes
were glued to that spot. I could feel her bottom pressing against my rising
cock. She arched her back, pulled herself to an upright position making the
fabric taut across her pubes, which by now were only a foot or so from my
face. She shuffled slightly nearer then leant forward resting her arms on
the headboard. By now the gusset of her panties was just above my face.
She lowered herself to a position that was just a fraction above my nose.
I breathed in the distinct aroma of female arousal. I raised my face to make
contact, and my nose brushed the wet material. I rubbed my nose along the
cotton, and my actions were met with soft moaning and increasing pressure on
my face. I ran my tongue along taut cloth between her thighs. Saliva from
my tongue further soaked the gusset of her panties.
She then seemed to come to a decision. Her desire overcame her inhibitions.
She stood up on the bed, her feet still on either side of me, and with one
hand holding on to the headboard she used the other to pull down her
panties. She raised one foot, released one leg then the other, and now she
was towering over me, totally naked, legs parted providing me with an
unhindered view of her entire flushed and engorged labia. "Now let's see
if you're just all talk or if you really know how to do it." She returned
to her former position, giving me the perfect close-up of her moist
love-nest as it hovered just above me, the swollen crimson lips wet from
love juices. I knew that I was going to savour every second, and that I
was expected to give a virtuoso performance.
Still straddling me, she dropped to her knees again and this time those
nether lips met mine, and her juices mingled with my saliva. My tongue
first thrust inside, penetrating her dark tunnel, then with my nose pressed
against her pubes, I found her love bud and let my tongue flick, lick,
caress, and finally suck at it. As I did so, she leaned forward and by
looking down and occasionally raising herself slightly, she could see my
tongue and mouth at work on her.
All the while my cock had been gathering strength and rising slowly. The
realisation that she was getting a real thrill from watching herself being
sucked off, finally bounced my prick back to its full hard throbbing self.
Bella's breathing became faster and then, first crushing herself onto my
mouth, then going rigid, she let out a strangled cry and I knew my tongue
had achieved what she - and I - had hoped for.
After a few moments she lifted herself off, and turning the other way round,
she laid her cheek on my thigh, and looked directly at my very erect prick,
just inches away. She slipped her hand around it and caressed it gently.
I clenched my muscles and it kicked slightly. The caressing became firmer
and more insistent. She retracted the foreskin - it did not return. She
directed my prick towards her face. She extended her tongue and flicked
its end. She ran it around the fully exposed glans. Her fingers worked on
the base of my shaft, squeezing and massaging. She leaned closer and
closed her lips round my cock. Her tongue raced round the knob. She was
doing everything I had previously recommended to her. I felt her apply
suction, just as I had said she should. She took me deeper into her mouth.
Her lips closed tightly round the shaft. She began moving her head up and
down, mouth fucking me. Seeing her lovely face doing that to me filled me
with wonder, and then the sensations started to take control and began to
overwhelm me. Her hand was rubbing me quicker; her mouth was bobbing
faster. My pulse was racing and my prick felt so big that I knew it was
about to explode. I knew my big moment was beginning. It started coursing
through my whole being. I thrust frantically in time with her head
movements.
"I'm going to come," I screamed, "I'm going to come," I repeated. She
didn't falter, her head kept going up and down as fast as she could. My
climax exploded into her mouth. The feeling was ecstatic, wonderful,
fantastic. Her head movements gradually slowed. Her tongue gently
circled my highly sensitive glans. My prick began to wilt and she looked
up at me smiling. She twisted round towards me. I reached out to feel
those fabulous breasts again. She placed her mouth on mine, and as our
tongues intertwined, I savoured the texture and the slightly spicy taste of
my own come.
This naive young woman had proved beyond all doubt that she had finally lost
her innocence! Over the course of time we have had several other quite
lustful experiences, which I will relate on later occasions.
Copyright Pee J 2000
Any comments would be welcomed and appreciated.
PeeJ102@hotmail.com
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