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FOR THE LOVE OF CLARISSA Mg-f, nc, mast, rom
Author: Julie Hypnotic
I was about to retire from my job and was none too happy about it. At
sixty-four years old, healthy, vigorous, and suddenly alone due to the
passing of my wife a year earlier, I was in no way ready to continue my
lonely existence without the distractions of work.
My business was sales, and I traveled quite a bit. As the month of my
forced retirement approached, I eagerly took any opportunity to go on these
road trips. My route was fairly confined and I usually took a Greyhound
to
make my rounds.
It was on the last trip slotted for me that I met Clarissa. She was
traveling alone and just happened to have the seat next to mine on this,
for her, long trip from Tampa to somewhere in Rhode Island. I too was
going to Rhode Island. I was going home.
I saw her as I ambled down the passageway, a singular spot of light in
the rear of a dim, crowded vehicle. Seated in the very back row, her head
was leaned against the window and she drew circles in the condensation that
had gathered on the glass. It was humid and raining outside and the air
was damp. She was strikingly beautiful with long, sleek, nearly black
hair, and a dark complexion. She wore a blue jean skirt, a cropped orange
t shirt, and Birkenstock sandals. The contrast of bright orange against
her dark skin made her positively glow.
As I seated myself, she turned, her brown eyes luminescent in the
growing darkness, and gave me a smile. I returned the gesture and settled
down in the aisle seat, leaving the middle one empty.
Silence reigned. I stole glances at her, noting her sad eyes, the slump
of her posture, the glow of her skin. It was impossible to judge her age.
She could be a youthful twenty, or a grown up twelve, but her appearance
was so provocative that I found it difficult to tear my eyes away. I
suppose she felt my glances because once, after watching her thigh become
even more exposed as she twisted into a comfortable position, I shifted my
eyes up and found myself looking into hers. She wore a small knowing smile
and met my look head on. Blushing, I returned to my magazine and tried to
ignore her.
"Do you have a wife?" Her question came out of the blue.
"No, not anymore," I answered, still looking at the magazine in my lap.
"Did she leave you?"
"No, she died."
"I'm sorry, that was a rude question wasn't it?"
At last, I looked at her. She was sitting slightly askew, facing me
with one ankle tucked under the opposite thigh, her legs slightly spread.
I
couldn't help it because I knew what I would see; my eyes dropped down and
there were her panties peeking out from underneath the blue of her skirt.
It was difficult to tell in the obscure atmosphere, but I thought they were
white cotton. At once, my penis twitched and rose to attention.
"No, it wasn't rude," I managed to say, drawn to that secret spot
between her legs, "it was just honest." I stared, yes I stared, and the
girl shifted again, slipping her buttocks down and allowing the skirt to
ride higher. Again, a glance at her face revealed that amused, knowing
smile. I gulped.
"So, are you all alone then?" She asked.
"I have two grown children. What's your name?" My question followed a
bit too eagerly on the tail of my reply, but she only laughed a little and
continued to eye me.
"Clarissa. What's yours?"
"Thomas, but you can call me Tom." It sounded stupid to me, but the
words were just tumbling out of their own accord at that point. I was
uncomfortably aware of my erection, hoping she couldn't see it, but
guessing that she could if she chose to look. Something about her eyes
held my gaze when all I really wanted to do was stare at her golden legs
again and perhaps have another peek at those little panties.
"Pleased to meet you Tom." And she held out a small tan hand with a
large opal shimmering on the third finger.
I took her hand and quite before I could stop myself, I raised it to my
lips and kissed it, instantly feeling a fool. "The pleasure is all mine
Clarissa."
She put her hand back in her lap making no effort to close her legs or
otherwise hide herself from my stares. And stare I did, I lingered on her
crotch, that tight feeling in my pants growing proportionately to the
amount of time I spent looking at her. It was subtle, but I was sure she
once again shifted in order to afford me an even better view.
I was extremely aroused by then. Again, I wondered about Clarissa's age
but dared not ask for fear of what she might tell me. I didn't want to
know, I wanted only to continue to feast my eyes on her and enjoy the low
whispers in which she spoke.
"I asked if your wife left you because that's what my mother did. She
ran off and left Daddy and me when I was four and moved to Rhode Island.
I'm going to see her now; it will be the first time in many years," She
hung her head for a moment, something dark haunting her eyes. "She doesn't
know I'm coming."
I sympathized even while I was unsure what that really meant. Was she
a
runaway? A criminal perhaps? She seemed far too sweet to be the latter,
but the runaway image inflamed me for some reason. Without thinking, I
placed my hand on her leg and patted, assuring her that it would probably
be all right. I was hard, so hard, and her smooth skin under my palm only
worsened my condition. I stroked for a moment, lingering above her knee.
She merely looked at me until I reluctantly pulled my hand away.
"It must be hard being all alone Tom."
"Yes, sometimes it's lonely. My daughters have married and moved away
so I don't get to see them or my grandchildren very often. But I manage."
She turned and stared out the window, lost in thought and far away from
that small bus. Worried that I'd upset her, I left her in peace and
returned to my magazine, but I still felt her nearness, and my erection
refused to go away.
It must have been close to a half hour later that I looked up again.
Maybe it was her gaze pulling me, or just my own inner conscious reminding
myself that I had a lovely girl sitting right beside me and that I should
take full advantage of her beauty while I could. My breath caught in my
throat when I saw her again. She was resting quietly, her head against the
backrest, her angelic eyes open and fixed on me, her face in peaceful
repose framed by all that glorious, silky hair. Moist lips parted, she
took shallow breaths, each inhalation somehow resounding in my head with
the force of a hurricane. As my eyes traveled lower, I caught sight of her
tummy, the muscles refined and striking and calling out for a touch. Her
thighs were parted, those panties finally revealed in detail with little
blue flowers decorating them. At her sides her hands rested, palms up,
open, relaxed.
I licked my lips and allowed emotion to wash over me. I ached to touch
this girl, this creature of openness and sexuality. It was as if I were
a
youth again, excited by the presence of a female, yet it was deeper than
that also. Somehow, I felt her affection for me, though I had no idea why
or how it manifested itself inside one so young and alluring. My penis
responded with a surge and at once my pants grew tight. Involuntarily, my
hands twitched, wanting to reach out and trail a finger across those snug
white panties. To touch her would be paradise.
"Tom?" her whisper interrupted my enchantment, "Please Tom. Do it.
Touch me."
The amazement I felt over her having read my thoughts soon gave way to
the base need within me and I stretched out a trembling hand. It hovered
just over her knee for a moment, already absorbing the warmth of her skin,
then it descended as a hang glider, slowly, gently, touching down on that
coveted flesh and stroking her knee softly.
Moving a tiny bit closer, Clarissa sighed her contentment. Her face
shone with pleasure as she accepted my touch. She shifted her body down,
the movement bringing her right leg across the middle seat and sending my
palm higher along her thigh. Those panties were within easy reach, the leg
elastic just touching my finger.
I heard my breath quicken, oh God, she was so soft, and my senses were
alive in a way they had not been for a long time. Her exquisite scent
drifted up to engage me further and I inhaled quickly so as not to miss
even a hint of her smell. Growing bold, I stroked, drawing circles on her
skin much like the ones Clarissa had drawn on the window, each swipe
contacting the fabric of her panties and pressing a little higher.
She opened her mouth slowly, extended her tongue, and drew it across her
lips. They glittered in the soft light and a small moan escaped her. At
that sound, the hurricane in my head grew louder and I felt blood rush
through my temples leaving a slow pounding roar in its wake. My cock was
leaking steadily and I was certain that one touch would have me releasing
even more right inside my pants.
"Higher Tom. Please?"
Again with that husky voice, imploring me, urging me simply to touch
her, to enjoy the softness of her skin. I gulped and moved my fingers up
the length of her thigh until her panties filled the palm of my hand. She
was so hot; her heat enveloped me, turning me on, making me crave her
pleasure more than my own.
"Oh yes," she hissed, her voice a caress upon my tortured nerve endings.
Aroused beyond belief, I touched this young girl's mound, stroking
insistently, my middle finger strong and firm across the unbelievably
pliant flesh that was merely a fabric's width away.
I felt her clitoris harden under my fingers as Clarissa spread her legs
wider. Reaching up a shaking hand, I switched off the reading lamp above
us and turned all my attention onto the beautiful girl beside me. I could
not believe this was happening to me and my soul was filled with gratitude.
Clarissa was perfect in every way, at least to my inflamed mind, and I
wanted to please her more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
It felt like hours, but at the same time I was aware that time was
passing swiftly. I made no effort to take her all the way to orgasm, but
simply kept on touching her, exploring her softness through her panties.
Filled with awe, I was so afraid that I would frighten her away and I
wanted to avoid that at all costs. Although I felt I needed to cum badly,
I was prepared to leave things just as they were if that's what she wanted
from me. Simply put, I was hers and would do as she willed.
"Where are you traveling to Tom?" She asked, still in that arousing,
husky voice.
Confused, I ceased my movements at once thinking she was done with me
and wished to talk once more.
"Don't stop Tom. Please?" Although she smiled, I saw her dreamy eyes
take on a tortured look.
I thought it would be impossible to answer her question with my soul so
enraptured, but I found the composure I needed, resumed my strokes on her
damp panties, and located my voice. My answer came out stronger than I
thought it would as I whispered that I was going to my home in Newport.
Clarissa sighed and I felt her legs begin to tremble under my touch.
"That's where I'm going. What a coincidence," she said, "faster,
please."
The last syllable she spoke was raised a decibel and she caught her
lower lip between her teeth. Freezing in that tight position for seconds
that felt like minutes, Clarissa held still, then used her thighs to grind
down hard onto my fingers. She clenched her body once more and in the very
pale light, I saw her tummy tighten as a wave of pleasure rolled up her
lithe body. Was she cumming? Oh dear God, what a sexy sight before me;
my
hand caught between her beautiful legs as she almost stealthily found
pleasure in my touch.
I would never know for sure if she climaxed, but her body released a
fresh flow of heady, thick juice that caused her panties to cling to the
skin of her body. If I pressed the fabric between my fingers, a little
moisture would seep out to coat them. I was so excited that I could barely
restrain my own pleasure as my shaft throbbed and my balls ached.
Clarissa smiled at me and reached down, covering my hand with hers. She
stopped my movements and let her fingertips tickle the back of my hand as
she leaned over and kissed my cheek. She raised my damp fingers and kissed
each one gently.
"Sweet Tom." She whispered, then excused herself to go the bathroom,
which was just a step or two away from us.
While she was gone, I let out a heavy sigh and tentatively reached for
my hard penis. I squeezed gently and took a deep breath as every nerve in
my body cried out for attention. My mind floated, caught up in her youth
and beauty, and I felt I wanted to keep Clarissa with me forever. When she
returned a few moments later, I was in a reasonably calm state, but
overjoyed to see her again.
"Clarissa? Are you all right honey?" My question was valid. I was
afraid I'd hurt her self-esteem by allowing passion to overcome good sense.
This girl didn't know me and I should not have taken advantage of her
sweetness.
She fumbled in a bag at her feet and removed a bottle of water from
which she drank deeply, before offering it to me. I accepted surprised by
my boyish desire to place my lips where hers had just touched. What spell
had this girl cast on me?
"Tom, don't worry. I'm fine. Please don't feel guilty. I wanted you
to touch me; I even asked you to. Remember?"
I took a drink and looked into her eyes, trying not to notice the way
they glittered in the absence of real light. A passing semi's headlights
washed over her and I could see her smile more clearly, as well as the look
on her face. It was serene and happy. My soul rejoiced.
"I do remember, Clarissa, but I've never done a thing like this before,"
I whispered. "You're so sweet and trusting. I don't want to hurt you in
any way."
"You haven't and you won't. I can tell you're a decent man Tom,
otherwise this would never have happened. Please don't feel bad. I want
you to feel as good as I do. Okay?"
I met her concerned glance and gave her a smile. She returned it and
moved to the middle seat laying her head on my shoulder. Her lilac smell
drifted up to me and I closed my eyes as a feeling of such good will filled
my mind.
"Okay." I said, "And I do feel good, honey."
"How long do you think it will be before we get to Newport?" She asked.
"Oh, less than an hour for sure."
"Good. I'm so tired Tom. What time is it?"
"It's nearly eleven o'clock."
"So tired." Her whisper was the last thing I heard as sleep took her.
Even though I had not gotten any relief, I was blissfully happy sitting
there with Clarissa's head on my shoulder. I stroked her skin and smoothed
the hair from her face as she slumbered against me. My mind created all
sorts of interesting scenarios that featured the sexy young girl and though
I knew it was foolish to do so, I made up my mind to ask for her telephone
number. Perhaps then, if she were indeed underage, she would tell me so.
She woke as we pulled into the bus station and a moment of sharp regret
coursed through my heart. I might never see her again, and I realized that
I wanted to with all my heart. I almost cried as I saw her gathering her
things and stuffing them into her bag. Plucking up a little courage, I
called to her.
"Clarissa?"
Her eyes met mine as the driver turned on the overhead lights. I
blinked as she was presented to me more completely than ever and I thought
again how lovely she really was.
"What?"
"Well, I was thinking that if you got lonely, or bored, or anything like
that while you're here in Newport... well... I dunno, maybe I could take
you out or something. You could give me a telephone number... or I-I
could give you mine... and then, well, maybe we could go out...."
I trailed off, embarrassed and uncomfortable, but Clarissa only smiled
and squeezed my hand.
"I'd love that Tom, I really would. But...."
"Yes? What is it?"
"The truth is, I have no idea where I'm going, so I have no number to
give you. I came here ready to see my mother, but I have to find her
first, and in the meantime, I guess I'm sort of homeless. I had thought
maybe there was a shelter or some place free where I could stay until I
figure out what I'm going to do. Do you know of a place like that?"
Her explanation came out innocently, but the affect it had on me was
dramatic. I was horrified at the thought of this sweet girl left out for
the predators. Visions of her terribly molested body filled my mind, and
I
made up my mind right then and there; I was taking her home with me.
"Clarissa, please don't take this wrong, but I can't bear the thought
of
you with no place to go. I'd consider it an honor and a personal favor if
you'd come to my house and take a guestroom until you find your mother, or
until you find more suitable arrangements. It's not safe out there.
Please say you will."
I heard everything I said rush out of me, and I thought how stupid I
sounded, but it was from the heart and I prayed she would agree. She
regarded me seriously, and then nodded her head.
"One condition though, Tom."
"Of course my dear. Anything."
"You have to let me make you breakfast in the morning."
I laughed, nodded, and took her arm. We walked in single file down the
narrow passageway and finally departed the bus.
It took a little while to collect our bags and hail a cab. Clarissa had
only a single backpack and a small shoulder bag. What I guessed were her
only possessions in the world could be contained in so small a space; that
realization humbled me.
The ride home was quiet. Clarissa was thoughtful and leaned against me
for support as she stared out the window watching the city lights speed by.
When we pulled up to my house in the suburbs, she expressed her pleasure
in
a drawn out exclamation. It really was a beautiful place. My late wife
had taken such care of our home, and I had tried to keep her gardens as she
left them. I smiled and led Clarissa into my home.
She looked around as I put our things away. Out of all three empty
bedrooms, Clarissa chose the starkest. It truly was a guest room and
neither of my two daughters had ever occupied it except for the odd
occasions when our house filled with visiting guests. I marveled at the
girl's intuitive perceptions. I also admired that she respected my family
so much that she tried to keep her presence minimal.
We were both exhausted, so we had a nice, friendly conversation over a
glass of milk and went upstairs where we parted company for the night.
After my shower, I hit the bed and fell asleep immediately, feeling good
that I had helped a nice young lady out that day.
I thought I was dreaming; indeed I had great difficulty distinguishing
real life from the wispy dream like feel of a soft warm body snuggling next
to mine. When I opened my eyes, however, there she was. Sweet little
Clarissa, naked save for a small white t-shirt and fresh panties. She
smelled of Zest soap and I realized her hair was damp. She'd taken a
shower then come to me in my bed.
I shook my head at her and tried to look stern.
"Sweetheart, you don't have to do this. I expect nothing from you.
Please, go back to your room now."
The bulge in my pajamas tried to argue with me, but I remained in
control, aware of the fragile nature of this soft young body beside me.
But Clarissa only smiled.
"You didn't really believe I wasn't going to come to you, did you, Tom?
I could hardly wait until I got the water dried off to come in here and get
into bed with you. I want you. Please, say you want me too. Please?"
All I could do was stare at her. My God, she was so lovely, and the
tenderness I felt for her was unreal. I could be her father for Christ's
sake. Maybe even her grandfather. It was then that I knew I had to ask.
I
had to find out how old she was because I wanted to make love to her right
there in my bed.
"Clarissa, I have to ask, sweetheart. How old are you?"
"How old should I be? What age is all right Tom?" Her brown eyes
revealed the depth of her emotion as they bored into mine. "I think I'm
in
love with you. Please, make love to me. Please Tom."
I groaned and threw the covers back. Sitting up, I reached out and drew
my hand down her beautiful face.
"Tell me, Clarissa."
She sighed. "Okay, I turned eighteen two weeks ago. I'm sorry I'm not
older. I'm sorry I'm not the woman you need."
Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at me, her face mirroring the
pain she felt. I crushed her body to mine and held her head close to me
as
she cried. I whispered how sorry I was, how incredibly sorry. I tried to
explain that I had children older than her and even though she was eighteen
and not the child I feared she was, I just couldn't reconcile the age
difference, but she only cried harder. I left her in my bed after she fell
asleep, hesitant to disturb her, but I moved far away and thought about her
for a long time before sleep claimed my tired body.
Ham. Yes, the wonderful smell of frying ham woke me. I realized that
I
was very hungry so I dressed and went downstairs. Clarissa stood in the
kitchen whisking eggs in a large stainless steel bowl and tending the
frying pan. She was still wearing only the skimpy t-shirt and panties that
she'd slept in the night before, but the warm smile on her face lifted my
spirits.
She handed me a cup of coffee and told me to sit down and talk to her
while she cooked. I was glad to see that she felt better, but I could not
help allowing my gaze to roam her body. She was small, very small.
Standing about five feet tall, I guessed she couldn't weigh much over one
hundred pounds, if that. As she moved this way and that, scrambling eggs
and making toast, I observed her quiet grace and found myself once more
enraptured by her nearness. Her breasts were small, I could see that well
under the thin top that covered them, but her nipples stood out tall,
pressing enticingly against her shirt.
Once more, my cock began to swell and lust flowed through my veins,
invigorating me. She barely took notice of me as she was caught up in her
work. She rummaged through my cabinets, searching for this spice or that
ingredient. It was clear she was at home in the kitchen, which almost
belied her other persona of a worldly young lady, but it made me happy to
have her there.
I retrieved the Saturday paper from the porch, sat back down and began
to read as Clarissa cooked for me. At some point, she began to sing a folk
song. Her voice was sweet, clearly ringing in each note perfectly and
dropping to that husky sexual sound for the low notes. She was quite
enchanting and I found myself humming along under my breath. Every now and
then I felt her look at me and we spent the time before our meal smiling
at
each other like a couple of high school sweethearts.
At last, the tantalizing smells became real food and I ate heartily of
the meal that Clarissa had provided me. I couldn't believe how delicious
everything tasted and I enjoyed her look of pleasure as I told her over and
over how great a cook she was.
"Well, I did go to chef school in Tampa, but I've cooked nearly all my
life. After my mother left us, Daddy taught me what he knew, which wasn't
much, and the rest I just picked up over the years. I hope to open my own
restaurant one day; it's my dream, and Daddy always said if anyone could
do
it, I could."
Her eyes glowed with passion as she talked about her love of cooking,
but I was more intrigued about her father. It was obvious that she loved
him a great deal and I found it hard to believe she would just leave him
and travel so far away.
"Can you tell me about your father, Clarissa?" I asked gently.
Tears filled her eyes and I regretted my question. Apologies spilled
from my lips as I held her hand and tried to comfort her.
"No Tom, it's alright. It's just that Daddy died last month right
before my birthday and I miss him so much." She said. "He was a poor man,
though he worked hard all his life. After he died, I lived in our
apartment until most of the money was gone. I used what was left to buy
my
bus ticket and I left everything else behind with our neighbor. She said
she'd try to sell what she could and mail me a check as soon as I give her
an address."
Once more the courage of this young lady touched my heart. I gave her
a
hug, relieved when she offered me a smile in return. I rose from the table
and began cleaning the kitchen against her vehement protests, but I managed
to convince her to go and get dressed so I could show her a little of the
city.
I was just putting the last dish in the cupboard when Clarissa joined
me
again. This time she wore a pretty blue sundress and we left the house to
spend a quiet Saturday out on the town. To my surprise about the only
things she was interested in were the old churches and their lovely stained
glass windows, the parks, and the restaurants downtown. I laughed and told
her we couldn't possibly eat at them all in just one day, and she giggled
back at me and told me she just wanted to look at them.
When lunchtime came, I took her to a very quiet bistro that served
delicious and interesting foods and enjoyed watching her devour everything
on her plate. Somehow I was proud that my dining choice had impressed her
and I let those feelings fill my heart as she put her arm in mine for our
walk back home.
Home. I was beginning to think of it as her home too, which was silly
and dangerous to my heart, but I didn't care enough to stop myself.
Clarissa was a delightful woman and I found myself wishing she could stay
with me and make my home into hers as well.
It was late afternoon when we arrived at the house, and we decided to
watch a movie. She snuggled close and laid her head on my shoulder just
as
she did on the bus. Smiling inside, and turned on once more, I allowed her
to cuddle deeper into me and I let her put her hand on my chest and stroke
me through my t-shirt. Something inside me told me to stop it, but I was
helpless and she felt so good to me that all I could do was enjoy her
attention.
We dozed off, lulled to sleep by the warmth of each other, and full
bellies. Some hours later, the television showed only static when I opened
my eyes to a dusk darkened living room. I craned my neck and managed to
get a glance at my watch. It was after nine o'clock already; we must have
been exhausted. I sat still, feeling every breath Clarissa took as she
slept against me.
I believe I could have stayed there forever, her soft body cradled in
my
arms, her face pressing into my neck, her sweet breath against my throat.
But she woke up not long after I did, yawning and stretching before giving
me a dazzling smile. Her eyes were sleepy, soft, and incredibly sexy, and
my reaction was all too predictable as my penis once more began to swell.
Of course, Clarissa noticed and leaned in, bringing her face to a
fraction of an inch before mine. She placed her hand on the back of my
neck and gently tugged me forward.
"Kiss me, Tom," she breathed, licking her lips.
I couldn't stop it, and I didn't want to. I let her pull me closer,
once more afraid that if I moved she would run away like a scared fox. We
kissed, our lips barely touching. My head began to throb again, but it was
not unpleasant. Clarissa controlled the movement and I happily, eagerly,
allowed her to have her way. She snaked out her tongue and brought it
forward to trace the outline of my mouth, exploring me, her eyes open and
smoky. I moaned and struggled for composure, but she only gave a throaty
laugh and avoided my searching mouth.
"Shh," she whispered. "Do you want me?"
I hesitated. Like a fool, I hesitated. She sensed it at once and sadly
drew away, her shoulders slumping with disappointment. I could only watch
in agony as she began to withdraw.
"Clarissa, no!" I cried out suddenly, "Come here, please."
Shining with new life she turned back to me, her face expectant.
"Oh, I love you darling. I love you so much." I whispered, stroking her
dark hair.
"I love you too, Tom. Let's be happy, okay?"
I drew her back to me and this time took her all the way into my arms.
Her face was so close, so lovely, and her lips were damp and parted. I
covered them with mine and kissed her deeply. Her response was something
I'd never experienced before and it took my breath away. Hungry, and so
alive, she accepted my shy tongue eagerly. She sucked it inside herself
and teased its length with her own. Where I was tentative, she was bold,
searching for joy without restraint. I felt her adjust her breathing, her
passion coming to the surface with great vigor and before I even realized
it, she had unfastened my trousers and was pushing them down my hips.
Dumbly, I lifted and let her take them off of me. At last, my cock was
free and she stood looking at it for a moment. Her eyes were glittering
from the soft glow of the kitchen light as it filtered through the doorway;
there had never been a more beautiful or sexy creature in the world and I
truly adored everything about her. She lifted her dress and took it off,
at last giving me a look at her body almost totally nude.
All I could do was stare and breathe a little faster. God, she was
gorgeous. She was small, but she was clearly all woman. Her waist was
tiny and delicate and her beautiful breasts bobbed sexily with every breath
she inhaled. I looked at the spot where her panties dipped in to meet the
flesh of her golden thighs and I could only imagine the delights that place
held for me. My temples began that beat again and the room seemed to spin
as Clarissa looked down at my waiting body and slowly peeled her panties
down her bare legs.
"I'm going to love you, Tom. Don't stop me," she whispered, proud and
naked. "Please, don't stop me."
I nodded and caught my breath; she was approaching me now slowly. I saw
her stretch out one leg and drape it across my lap. She rose up and stood
straddling me on the sofa. Right in front of my face was her beautiful,
tiny pussy. It was almost hairless and I could see that she was aroused
and wet, her fragrance assaulting my senses until I nearly fainted with
desire.
Reaching down, she rubbed the flattened palm of her hand over her mound
until it glistened from her juices. I heard her moan, and looking up I saw
that her eyes were mere slits as she stared down at me. She began to
rotate her hips, slinging her body back and forth, then side to side in a
tantalizingly slow rhythm as she rubbed herself open. Her breaths were
coming short and shallow, and she spread herself for me as she rocked
silently.
"See Tom? Oh God, I want you so much," she groaned.
I answered with a groan of my own and tried to touch her with my tongue.
She sank down a fraction and shifting back, settled her clitoris right onto
the tip of my tongue before letting those lips close around me as much as
she could.
"Do it slow sweetheart. Lick me slowly and let me cum right on your
tongue."
I couldn't believe the words that were slipping so seductively out of
the mouth of this angel. Her voice was low and sexy, her moans
excruciatingly deep. My cock grew swiftly and I longed to push it inside
her, but she wanted pleasure from me first and she was going to get it.
I moved experimentally, my body shaking, my heart pounding. I flexed
my
tongue against her, instantly feeling her answering jolt and hearing the
hiss of pleasure that tore from her throat. Her clitoris was hard and
swelling rapidly. She whispered for me to go slow one more time, then she
completely lost herself in the moment.
It was torture to go slow, I wasn't even sure that I knew how, but
somehow I managed to control myself and spent some time exploring her with
my lips and tongue. Unable to resist, I plunged into her heat with one
movement and was rewarded instantly by a flood of sweet, thick juices as
they flowed into my mouth. Suckling now, I closed my lips around the full
of her soft lips and drank from her. She whimpered and began to grind her
pussy into my face.
"Yes," she whispered. "Make me cum."
Encouraged by her enthusiasm, I brought my hands up to cup her buttocks.
She was so firm, yet so soft, and she responded to every touch I made.
Pulling her forward with my hands on her bottom, I dared to pick up my
speed. I held her in place as she thrashed above my head, her hair
whipping about her face and her body trembling. I used my tongue to snake
up through her slippery labia, pressing it against her clitoris, lapping
at
it until she doubled over, put her hands on my back and began to hump my
face.
She was so exciting, so turned on, and she wanted me. I couldn't
believe it, and my appreciation showed in the movements my mouth made upon
her softness. I lashed at her clitoris repeatedly, supremely satisfied
when her grunts of pleasure reached my ears. She tilted back, her hips
widening just a fraction, her sex slipping open, and all I could think
about was falling into her and drowning.
"Oh Tom," she groaned, clenching her tummy tight as she began to ride
with the pleasure. "I'm going to cum."
And she did. This time, there was no doubt about her climax as she
clutched my head and rubbed her delicious pussy against my face. I sucked
up all that she could give me and tightened my grip on her waist. Easing
her down as slowly as I could, I laid her on the couch and continued to
feed from the center of her body while she trembled and released over and
over. Her whimpers began to die away as her contractions lessened and I
rested my cheek against her thigh listening to her whispered words of love.
When she had calmed, she rose up on one elbow and lifted my face in her
small hand. I saw that her eyes were filled with tears. Concerned, I
tried to question her, but she shushed me and smiled, pulling me up until
my face was close enough to kiss. Tenderly, she pulled my tongue into her
mouth and tasted herself, kissing me with gentle passion. I could only
stare at her as she pulled away.
Moving to position myself above her, I was surprised when she stopped
me, indicating that I should lie down. Like a little boy, I did, exposing
my aging body to her without fear. I could see the love that she held for
me in her soft brown eyes and I was no longer afraid.
Her hair fell forward as she took me into her hand, a soft sigh of
delight slipping from her throat. Wanting to see her, I reached down and
gathered her hair into one hand and held it across her shoulder. She
smiled up at me, sinking to her knees on the floor and tightening her grip.
I moved reflexively, the feel of her tiny hand wrapped around my large cock
almost too much to take. She pumped twice, then lowered her head and
breathed on me. I held my own breath. Was she going to take me into her
sweet, little mouth, or was she going to stroke me until I squirted my seed
onto her lips?
I had to wait an agonizingly long time as she just looked at me, testing
my hardness with alternating squeezes, and tiny little pumps. I moaned and
opened my lips to beg, but as usual, she sensed my need and lowered her
lips until they covered the crown of my hard cock.
The groan that slipped from my throat surprised even me in its
intensity. I felt my balls tighten; I struggled to move, and then reached
down to pull her away.
She knew already, but she teased me anyway with a question in her eyes.
I choked out another ragged moan before I finally found my voice.
"Don't darling. You'll make me cum too soon. I want to make love to
you."
She paused a moment, then reached for my shaft again.
"So you shall my love, but I need to taste you first."
I gasped as she swallowed my length without warning, my balls heaving
dangerously. She gripped the flesh at the base of my cock and pinched
hard, extracting a hiss of pain from my throat, but also effectively
delaying my orgasm. I watched then, content to let her do as she wanted,
but my juice started to boil again almost immediately. It wouldn't be long
before I was squirting into her mouth and the anticipation was as sweet as
the feel of her lips tugging at my flesh.
That she obviously had experience did not trouble me. In fact, I was
glad of it and still thought of her as an innocent child. Her innocence
was in her perception of the world around her and the way she looked at
everything with wonder and joy. Half the male population of the world
could have touched her and she would still have been innocent to me.
Struggling hard to retain at least a little control, I watched her head
move as she began an excruciatingly sexy up and down motion. Her lips were
like velvet, rough and smooth at once and it was as if I could feel every
pore open up to absorb the essence of myself that was now extruding from
the tip of my cock. Clarissa sucked as she moved, sighing deep in her
throat at every ounce of precum that touched her tongue.
"Mmm," I murmured, "feels good honey."
She lifted off, stared at me for a second then resumed her sucking with
fresh hunger. After only a moment of her exquisite strokes of tongue on
cock, I stiffened my buttocks and groaned as I felt the moment of orgasm
approach. Taking heed of the changes in my body, Clarissa lifted off once
more and nudged my thighs apart. I moaned in protest but did not attempt
to stop her.
She fisted my cock but did not pull. Lowering her head, she nuzzled her
nose against my balls and inhaled my scent. My thighs trembled and I
flexed, propelling my cock upwards through her slippery hand. Very slowly,
she slid that velvety tongue out, heavily wetted with her saliva and began
a torturous exploration of the tight skin that housed my testicles. I
could not contain my groans any longer and heard them thunder loudly
through the still air. My cock heaved again and she paused long enough to
sweep the fresh juice away that had seeped out and then she returned her
attention to my balls.
Every lick was like a wave of fire, every stroke a surge of new
pleasure, and all the while her grip on my cock never changed. She kept
a
firm hold as she moved her tongue all over and around my balls. I was
moaning constantly and subconsciously seeking to climax, thrusting my hips
and flexing my body, but Clarissa remained in control. She surrounded both
balls at the same time and licked passionately, her hard little tongue
stabbing at my sensitive flesh. I reached down with my other hand and
pressed her closer.
The air was thick with the scent of sex and I licked my lips, thirsty
for the taste of her. Now, she was moving faster, her head a blur of
motion as she tongued my balls over and over. I felt her teeth touch down
and nearly came when she pulled with them, stretching my skin even tighter.
Her fingers replaced her teeth, pulling my flesh taut as she ran her tongue
repeatedly over the hard little balls themselves.
Orgasm was imminent and I sought no control; I merely moaned and
shuddered as the first wave rose from my balls and traveled the length of
my hard shaft. It surprised me, but not Clarissa. Instantly she was in
place, her sexy mouth forming a perfect oval as she readied herself to
accept my juice.
"Oh Clarissa. Oh baby, I'm cumming." I groaned.
She whimpered and extended her tongue. I watched in disbelief as my cum
fired out of my cock in several long, drawn out bursts and sweet Clarissa
hungrily drank it all down. Blast after blast hit her extended tongue and
she only searched for more. When the last stream had been accepted and
swallowed, she sank her lips down and suckled while I trembled, then she
ceased her movements and simply held me in her mouth. My heartbeat slowed
eventually, my breath returned to normal, and I felt love stronger than
anything I'd ever felt before.
I reached down and lifted her up to me, kissing her deeply and tasting
my own seed. Her movements were sexual but not hungry; I could tell that
she wanted to be held and I was more than happy to comply. We rested
there, she in my arms, and me in paradise until night had fallen
completely.
It must have been fifteen minutes later that she began to stir. I felt
her stretch languidly and I heard a sigh of contentment. I hugged her
hard, then found her gaze with my own. Wondering if she could see all the
emotion I felt, I opened my mouth to speak, to thank her, to tell her I
loved her, but she shushed me with a finger to my lips.
"Shh, I know Tom. Let's get something to eat now, okay?"
Blinking in surprise, I laughed and helped her get up. We dressed, she
in what seemed to be her favorite attire, a pair of panties, and me in my
boxer shorts before we went to the kitchen together to raid the
refrigerator.
Clarissa chose cheese and leftover ham. We sat on the floor in the semi
dark and munched quietly. I stole glances at her face, looking perhaps for
regret, and was thrilled time and again when I saw instead, only happiness.
We ate from the refrigerator until our bellies were full and our bodies had
returned to normal. Clarissa leaned over, kissed me and stood up.
"It's getting late. I'm going to take a shower now. Meet you in bed?"
Smiling, I pulled my body up and gave her a hug. "Yeah, I'll grab a
shower after you, then I'll be there."
Taking my time, I locked up the house and turned off the lights and by
the time I got upstairs, the bathroom was empty. Her scent was still
there, however, and I spent some enjoyable time inhaling her fragrance as
I
started the water. My bliss was complete and even if it lasted only a
night or two, I could now die a satisfied man. As much as I'd loved my
wife, making love to her had no passion and I aimed to make up for lost
time with this sexy young girl that had somehow fallen into my life.
The bedroom was dark save for the moon shining through the window above
the bed. Clarissa lay there quietly, her long hair fanning out around her,
naked and sweet. Patterns danced across her body as the curtains billowed
gently in the wind.
"Come to me Tom, I want you so much."
Her smile was luminous. The towel wrapped around my waist fell to the
floor as I approached her. Raising her hand, she took mine and tugged.
I
felt no regret as I joined her in our bed. I stroked her tummy and kissed
her cheeks while she ran her hands up my back. She was like a soft piece
of cloth, pliable, silky, and clinging. Even now, before I had touched her
intimately, she was hungry for me and had no hesitation about letting me
know.
I let my lips trail down her neck until she moaned in my ear, my body
responding strongly to the sounds she made. She smelled like fresh air and
citrus, and her damp hair so soft in my hands. Looking at her, it was
difficult to decide where to touch her first, but her breasts beckoned, the
rosy pink nipples standing at attention, the creamy coffee color so
enticing. I took her left one in my hand. It was so small, so deliciously
perfect. I held still, allowing only my thumb to move, using it to barely
touch that gorgeous bud.
"Oh Tom," she moaned, writhing sensuously in my arms.
Moving without caution, but with extreme care, I lowered my head and
pulled her nipple into my mouth. She moaned again and moved her body
upward. My tongue caressed her, drawing sighs of pleasure from her throat
as I bathed her nipple again and again. My hand cupped her sweet flesh,
holding her breast in place as I feasted on her taste.
My other hand tickled her ribcage and she shivered in my arms. Slowly,
I stroked down her tummy again, delighted at her softness. Lower still,
I
moved to her inner thigh and felt her flesh give way as her legs parted for
me. I had touched this thigh before, on the bus, but it was even sweeter
here in my own bed. In our bed.
Her other nipple begged for attention and I leaned over to give it the
same treatment. Clarissa twisted her fingers in my hair and gasped. Her
body was trembling uncontrollably and her labored, excited breathing
aroused my body to extreme proportions. As she tugged at me, and begged
for pleasure without words, I enjoyed the feel of her body in my arms and
the sound of her moans in my ear.
She was urgent now, pushing at me, leading me down the path of her
desire. I met the challenge of her ferocity with my own hunger, rising up
on one elbow to drink in her beauty before lowering myself once more to
attend to her needs.
"Tom, I need you. I want you inside me. Please, fuck me."
My heart lurched and my body trembled at her words. I rose up once more
and kissed her, my tongue firmly seeking entry. I would not be denied and
she surrendered underneath me, groaning into my mouth as she tongued me as
passionately as I kissed her. When I made to leave her lips, she caught
my
lower lip in her teeth, biting down gently and then she was sucking on me,
teasing me, arousing me.
Her juices were really flowing now, the aroma exciting me as much as her
body did. I leaned down and looked at her sex in the moonlight. God, it
was so beautiful; she was so beautiful. Moist, and open, her labia were
fragrant flowers, their petals as silky as the finest rose, and her clit
shone like a hard, shiny pebble. My temples began to throb and my cock
released a stream of precum as Clarissa shuddered beneath me.
....I have to taste her again. Her sweetness, her cum....
And I leaned closer and opened her up with shaking fingers. Her growl
of pleasure was incendiary, inciting my own lust to fiery heights. I saw
her juices shimmer in the light and my mouth watered to taste her.
Groaning loudly, I licked her pussy. I drove my tongue in deeply and
lapped like a starving child. Earlier, she had been in control, but now
it
was my turn and I vowed to myself to feel that hard clitoris convulse on
my
tongue.
"T-Tom, oh god."
"Shh, I love you... let me love you."
And she was lost, thrusting her trim body with strength that amazed me.
I stabbed at her pussy, inserting my tongue then withdrawing it coated with
sweet, female pleasure juice. She whimpered and pumped, searching for my
tongue, finding it, and then clamping down until I pulled away.
I placed my hands under her buttocks and easily lifted her closer. Her
legs fell apart gracefully and she was completely vulnerable to me, her
body poised and tight, yet relaxed and accepting. I could not get enough
of her and used my tongue to dig deeper, feeling her muscles contract
around me and draw me in even more.
Again and again, I sucked at her pussy, my lips surrounding her clitoris
and holding it still to accept the assault of my tongue on her hard flesh.
....cum for me angel... fill my mouth....
Her moans became wails of pleasure and I knew she was on the verge. I
knew that she hovered on the precipice and only needed me to send her into
the deepest of pleasure. I reinforced my tongue with my fingers and slid
them inside her cavity. It was so tight, so soft, and so hot. Like lava,
she surrounded my fingers with firm heat and milked at them as my tongue
began to sweep her clit with strokes of lightening.
"Mmm," she wheezed, "yes... oh y-yes!"
Faster now, I licked, I sucked, I ate. I wanted to consume her from the
inside out and I craved the sweetness of her explosion into my mouth.
Suddenly, a deep, low-pitched wail began to rise from her chest. She bore
down on me and I felt her pussy give way. Amazed and turned on beyond
belief, I felt her muscles seize, then relax again and again as my angel
began to cum.
....oh god, oh yes, cum baby... cum....
"T-Tom... I'm cumming...." and that was all she could manage as her
words dissolved into helpless moans.
Clenching the sheets beside her, she heaved in my arms and filled my
mouth with a steady flow of girl cum. I lifted my eyes and watched her
tight tummy roll upwards in the finest dance a woman can perform and my
cock ached to slip inside her.
When her convulsions died away, I lifted my body and got on my knees
between her thighs. Her face was a mask of pleasure, but need was still
there. She wanted me inside her. She wanted me to make love to her
gently, then fuck her relentlessly.
I felt her grasp my hips and draw me closer. I felt her take my cock
into her shaking hands and rub it down the length of her still oozing
pussy. I heard her groan sharply and I fell against her, the first touch
of
her wet pussy against my hard cock making my head spin with lust.
"Oh... Clarissa... oh baby."
"Love me Tom."
I wriggled until I felt her lips begin to spread. She melted and
hummed, opening her legs wider and tossing her head against the pillow.
"Tom, yes darling. Please?"
I throbbed and pressed.
"Ohhhh..."
I pushed again, her pussy so tight, so hot. Working hard, I eased my
cockhead in a fraction at a time and Clarissa whimpered her delight. She
came alive beneath me, moving upwards ever so gently as she sought to fill
the void within her. Moving my hands down to her thighs, I held her open
and still as I pumped just the head of my cock in and out of her pussy.
.... Oh, she's so good, so hot....
Denied for so long, Clarissa could no longer contain herself. The
muscles in her legs and belly began to work hard as she slid up and
imbedded my cock into the liquid heat of her pussy. I moaned aloud and
clutched at her legs, but she only moved faster. It was as if I was lying
still and she was fucking me and once more, I knew little control as little
Clarissa pleasured herself with my body.
Sweat broke out on my forehead and I felt myself spinning. Looking
down, I saw how pretty she was, how incredibly sexy with those smoky eyes
and that grimace of lust locked into place. My body made its move,
drowning willingly in her heat, and I began to fuck her. My hips pushed
up
and down and my lips searched for any part of her skin to attach themselves
to. I licked and sucked at her neck, them drove my tongue into her mouth
as she fucked me right back with as much energy as I could match.
Grunting and whispering my lust aloud, I pulled out and slammed back
inside. She sucked me right in and pumped at me with her pussy. When I
could no longer move fast enough, or deep enough to please her, she locked
her legs around my waist and moved like a piston swallowing my length, then
falling off again only to repeat the movement.
The walls of her pussy tugged at my cock, massaging me with her
mysterious textures and urging me to deposit my seed inside. I was
approaching orgasm swiftly, and from the increasing tightness of her pussy,
I knew she was also.
"Fuck me Tom. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god, just fuck me and love me and
cum in me."
I groaned a final time and drew out almost completely. She drove
herself up hungrily and took me back into place and I surrendered without
hesitation, knowing she was there herself. Each time I pulled out, the
urgent caress of her pussy took me one step closer to orgasm and she worked
hard to make it for both of us.
With a growl, I held still, determined to stave off my climax, and
Clarissa moved once more with speed that astounded me. She grasped my
buttocks close, letting her feet find purchase, then she tumbled us both
over until she was sitting completely on all of my cock.
Before I could even move, she planted her feet beside us, her body in
a
crouch, and began to ride my cock hard and fast. Her hair flew around her
as she pumped her body repeatedly. My cock was in sweet agony, feeling
every muscle, every groove, every contraction as her pussy clamped down
like a milking machine. Guttural cries flew from my mouth and I held on
to
her hips, my seed rising in sharp, powerful, insanely pleasurable bursts
from my throbbing balls.
"Yes, Tom... yes darling fill my pussy. Give me your cum."
And then she lost control, her entire body quivering, cumming so
strongly that I felt as though I was trapped in velvet vice. As she
writhed above me in orgasm, I emptied my balls deep into her belly,
whimpering, groaning, and loving her completely.
Still at last, Clarissa lay draped across me. I cuddled her tenderly
and together we drifted to sleep. I realized that no matter what the
future held, I was content to love her forever.
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