MY YOUNG SEDUCER


"I can see that you want me to fuck you!" All I could
do was gasp an
unconvincing rebuff as his broad and handsome face
closed to mine,
sharp blue eyes twinkling with lust and confidence
looked into mine.
I backed up until I felt the kitchen units to my
bottom, I was
trapped. I closed my eyes and prepared my lips but he
did not kiss
me, his hands just rested on my breasts. Slowly he
pressed his palms
against my breasts through the thin pullover and my
nipples grow hard
in the cups of my bra.

For a moment he just held me like that, then he slowly
rotated his
plams, I trembled with excitement. In a easy but swift
movement, my
pullover was up under my armpits and his hands were on
my naked belly
then under my bra. I gasped with the sensation on his
large ruff
hands pressed against my stiff naked nipple. I let out
a deep grown
and rolled my pelvis forward when he enclosed my
cherry sized caged
stiffness between thumb and forefinger.

I opened my eyes to look into his still blueness, the
beads of exited
perspiration trickled from my every poor. His cool and
dry fingers
teased my hapless hard nipples until every tiny bud of
them was
erect. I felt that I had been dropped again from a
great height, as
in one flowing movement, he stopped the wonderful
torture and
slipping over my nakedness, pulled my jumper and bra
away from my
acing, stiff breasts. I lent back as his lips found my
taught little
buttons and lashed them with his tongue.

What sensations his fingers had achieved where nothing
compared to
the new passions radiating from my hard... very hard
nipples. How
could one so young know so much about... give so much
pleasure? I
wanted him, I wanted his naked, manly flesh on mine. I
ripped at his
shirt until it lay on the floor with buttons scattered
about it.

I fell into him, our lips meeting in a gasping rasping
kiss as his
hands found my bottom. My breasts felt so soft when
crushed against
his hard muscular chest. In a rapid gathering movement
behind me, my
skirt was tucked into my waist, exposing my bottom,
now naked but for
the thin panties. His hands entered the back of my
panties as if he
has done this to me a million times before.
Instinctively I pressed
into them.

Cupping and squeezing my bum cheeks, he made me
grinned my pussy into
his groin. I felt a glow of pride, feeling his
stiffness there and
knowing I had done it. His fingers tickled the
sensitive inner crack
between the buttocks then moving his hand lower, found
my most
sensitive of holes and teased it.

"Please stop teasing me." I wanted to draw my thighs
together to
somehow relieve the itchy, clammy feeling in my cunt.
But his mouth
went to my nipples again and I had to spread my legs
to brace myself
against the unit.

I felt the cool air to my belly as my skirt was tucked
into the
front. Now both pussy and bum was his to take. His
hand pressed to my
stomach then slipped down and into the tight elastic
of my panties. I
arched backwards and spread wider as he ran his
fingertips, through
the pubic down, onto my moist, yearning pussy lips.

Slowly rubbing, the lips yielding to his fingers. One
found my
emerging clit, another slipped into my vagina. At the
same time his
mouth teased and devoured my nipples and a finger
worked its way into
my little hole. Just a few minutes of his young
expert hands
and mouth sent my body into blissful
convolutions...exploding into
waves of almost painful release.

He did not stop until I sank down on to him, panting
with the effort
of so many waves of pleasure. Our mouths met, tongues
darting and
lashing like fighting snakes. With my hands I felt
every rippling
muscle in his back as I pressed myself hard into him.
My naked legs
rubbed against the ruff jeans, my pussy pressing
against the trapped
joy giver.

"Oh! fuck me...I want your cock...fuck me now...take
my
cunt...please!" My whorish words shocked me, never in
my thirty-six
years had I begged for sex and never had I been so
graphic. Nor had I
ever ripped at a man's trousers like I was, junking
them open and
pushing them to the floor. He was naked in my arms,
his big hard cock
pressing into my belly like burning truncheon.

In one swift and firm action he had me face down over
the kitchen
table, one foot on the floor and with the other, knelt
on the chair.
I cried out in joy as my panties were pulled to one
side and his
manhood pressed into my cock hungry cunt. I was so wet
that despite
his size I took his whole length in the first
penetration.

With each thrust the massive rod his balls bumped
gently against me.
He pressed his hand into the small of my back so that
I arched my bum
more towards him meeting every powerful shafting. I
felt my quim
start to tremor, soon my body was shaking in a
gorgeous orgasm. The
intensity of my come seemed to multiply into an all
embracing body-
quack as he pushed his thumb into my anus and finger
fuck it in time
with his cock.

I was sobbing for breath and shouting out obscenities
when his body
went very taut against me. I felt his cock swell then
pulse as he
paid me the final complement and filled my depths with
his hot come.
I just slumped onto the cold table, panting like a
sprinter as my
head made its way back into my body.

He had not shrunk much when he pulled out. Slowly I
pulled myself
from the table and onto a chair. I looked at the
massive glistening
rod standing between his legs. Had I really had all
that in me? I
stood, pulled my clothes over me and walked to the
lounge; I needed a
drink. He followed me and as I sipped my brandy, he
pored a very
large whisky and downed it in one.

"Get your clothes off." His voice was that of 'He who
should be
obeyed' and were all the more powerful for being the
first uttered
since he started my seduction.

Item by item found the floor until I stood naked in my
own lounge, my
heart pounding, my blood racing as a man half my age
beckoned me to
him. I went to him, my mouth dry, feeling as if I were
a whore.

His mouth found the most sensitive parts of my belly,
my husband had
never kissed any other part of me than my face so the
newness of his
tongue drove me wild. I opened my thighs as his finger
slipped over
my clit making it swell to a new hardness. I reached
for his cock, it
was wet with my juices. This was another first because
my husband had never
let me touch him there.

As I slowly wanked, it grows hard against my palm. It
felt so big in
my hot hand. He looked into my eyes and smiled lustily
as his hands
gripped my big bottom and pulled me to him. I spread
my thighs to sit
astride his lap, holding his to my cunt entrance then
sinking,
impaling myself on his wonderful joy-bringer.

The beautiful hard cock pressed deep into me, filling
again. His
mouth found each nipple in turn and brought it to an
exited hardness.
Almost involuntarily, I rode up and down his love-rod,
growing every
time I sat down. I, for the first time ever, was
fucking a man and I
loved it.
The noises of our lovemaking filled the room. I do not
know which was
the more deliciously disgusting; his lips and tongue
lapping at my
nipples; the slurping of my cunt as it filled and
emitted of his cock;
or my grows and moans mixed with obscenities I did not
think I could
say.

Suddenly he rolled us over, his full weight pressing
me into the
sofa. He plunged in and out of me, hard and fast. My
body rapped into
his pushing up to meet his harder and harder thrusts.

My climax swept through me like a bush fire, causing
my body to go
rigid and my mouth to gulp great chunks of air. It was
as if I'd
entered another dimension where the only sensation was
sexual
pleasure.

I was lost in a haze of exquisite sensations that
swept through my
body from head to toe. It was timeless and I wanted it
to go on
forever. Suddenly, as this wonderful sensation started
to die away, I
felt him leaving me and I cried out in anguish. He
lifted me like a
rag doll until I knelt between his leg, my face just
an inch or two
from the great glistening pleasure post.

He took my hand and guided it to the wet flesh. I
wanked him slowly,
hoping that he would enter me once more, fill me with
his pleasure.
But what came next I was not prepared for. He held my
head between
his masterful hands and guided me to the big hot cock.
I pulled back
but he pushed my face into contact with his throbbing
manhood.

"Suck..." I kept my lips tightly closed, I had liked
our love-making
so far but I was not going to do anything as perverted
and disgusting
as that! He rubbed the tip of his glistening rod
against my lips,
leaving a trail of our love juices smeared on my lips.
The taste and
the smell made me heady. Holding my head with one
hand, he wiped the
soft shin of its shaft over my cheeks then against my
throat and
neck. The silky sensation started me feeling hot for
him again. This
was brought to an almost unbearable intensity when he
ran the velvet
underside over each of my sensitive nipples.

Again he pressed the monster to my lips, rubbing it
back and forth. I
had to let him have what he wanted or he would not
give me any more.
Slowly I let it pass first my lips then my teeth,
until the tip
entered my mouth. Each time he pulled me to his groin,
he forced more
of the invader past my lips. It tasted salty but not
unpleasant. The
sensation of its smoothness slipping on my wet lips,
it pulsating on
my tongue and the hardness of it gave me a lustful
thrill. His cock
begin to swell back to it's full size.

I begin to suck willing, now loving it. We both rock
and sway to the
beat of my gobbling motions. lust was taking me over,
I was is wanton
common whore, willing to do anything.

I found myself nibbling at the tip of his excess skin.
My tongue
finding its way into the little hole and explore the
inner rim around
this glorious joy- bringer. I ran my tongue around and
around it also
wanking the shaft. Moans escape from his very sole as
I plunged mouth
down to take as much as possible. To get to the parts
that I could
not slip between my lips, I licked its entire length
and sucking his
balls.

He spread his legs wider and lifted up from the sofa
as I took his
length into my mouth again. He grabbed hold of my head
and pressed
his swollen cock deep into my mouth and held me there
as he spurt his
come. So much came from him that I could not swallow
it all and some
trickles from my lips and ran down my chin.

My seducer had used my body to give himself pleasure
and I had loved
it all. It will not be the last time for me.
