“Go on, Emma,” was his only reply.
And in that moment I felt the burning heat of an unparalleled orgasm exploding from my pussy. With legs quivering and pussy spasming around his thick cock… my cum, something I’d never even seen, burst from my lips and out onto his delicious sex. I looked down, panting hard, watching with fascination as the liquid dripped out – a frothy white mixture of who knows what.
“Good, Emma!” Mr. North intoned. “Now spin around here and wipe it off, finish polishing this clean thing.”
And so I somehow managed to lift myself from his cock, falling to my knees, and inserting that gorgeous cock into my mouth… tasting the liquids I had just expelled. I couldn’t believe how good I was. Maybe it was Mr. North’s precum I craved, but whatever it was, I couldn’t get enough. I polished his dick from top to bottom, licking it clear of all the debauchery which had taken place – my legs and pussy still reeling with untold pleasures.
“Rub it, Emma, rub it!” Mr. North roared.
I took hold of his cock with both hands, stroking rapidly, feeling the increasing, ever growing throbbing of his pleasure pole. And suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, I witnessed an eruption of white, goo fire from his cock. It shot at least three feet into the air. Big squirts, three or four of them, and as I kept stroking, three or four more little ones shooting several inches into the air came about before falling back down onto his cock and coating my hands…
He moaned loudly, leaning back in the chair with a sign. I, on the other hand, fell forward face first into his lap. Letting my head rest on his inner thigh, not caring that his cum would be sticking to my hair (despite all the horror stories I’d heard of this).
We stayed like this for perhaps a minute or so, breathing heavily, and yet entirely satisfied. At least I thought so… but the sound of Mr. North’s voice greeted my ears as he spoke a sentence which not only frightened me, but excited me beyond all reason.
“Uh oh, Emma,” he said, taking a long pause between the words as I cocked my head upward to stare into his eyes. “Now you’ve gone and made a real mess!”
I think I’ll try to be late every night…
The End
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“I’m not sure what to make of it,” Margery said to her attractive best friend, Carrie Cumm.
“What do you think is the problem?” Carrie asked in turn, a puzzled look on her face.
“Well, I don’t know if it’s anything to worry about… I mean she’s just nineteen years old,” the concerned mother, Margery, shook her head doubtfully.
“You can tell me,” Carrie smiled, rubbing her best friend’s shoulder with an encouraging hand.
“Well, she’s just not shown any interest in boys yet. Do you know what I mean?” The distraught Margery cast a pleading look toward Carrie. “She just does girly kinds of things still. She’s never been on a date that I know of, never gone to a dance with a boy, never had a date to the prom! It’s almost as if she’s still just a young girl, you know, before they start thinking about boys.”
“Oh…” Carrie smiled reassuringly. “That’s not such a big deal, is it? She’s still young and has lots of time to develop those little romances.”
“I know…” Margery whispered. “It’s just… it’s just…”
“What, you’d rather she just jump right in, Margery!” said Carrie – a middle aged woman who was still packing a youthful dose of sex appeal in every curve of her sculpted body.
“No, of course not Carrie! It’s just that some times I wonder, you know…”
Another pleading expression gripped her face.
“Oh…” Carrie nodded. “You think she might, uh, fancy the finer gender?”
“No, I’m not saying that!” Margery shot back. “I’m just… Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying! I just worry about her, that’s all. I’m her mother. That’s my right, isn’t it?”
“She should be so lucky!” Carrie gushed. “Your little Roxanne will be just fine, I’m sure. Some times it just takes a girl a little while longer to find themselves. You know how that can be.”
“I suppose…” And here Margery brought a finger to her mouth in thought. “Still, maybe you could talk to her Carrie? I mean you’ve always been close to her.”
“Me?” Carrie reeled her head back with shock.
“Yeah, you’ve been on camping trips with her and family events. She thinks of you like a cool older sister. I’m just her crazy old mother! And it would be way too awkward if I tried to say anything like that to her… We haven’t even had the talk… ever!”
Carrie laughed aloud, patting her best friend on the shoulder.
“Okay, Margery, okay! Well let’s not make a big deal out of it yet. I’ll ask her to come over on the weekend for a girl’s night and I’ll see if I can bring it up during the conversations. But I don’t make any promises!”
“No, of course not!” Margery beamed, rushing over to hug her friend. “Thank you so much for this, Carrie! It would just give me so much peace if someone spoke to her about this kind of thing. Not that I don’t think she knows about it already, but… oh, I don’t know!”
“It’s perfectly okay, Marg.”
Carrie leaned forward to return the hug, as a wry smile slithered across her lips and a debauched thought swirled about her head.
“I’ll get to the bottom of your little girl,” the curvy Carrie intoned.
***
***
Carrie Cumm heard the knocking upon her front door in the early afternoon. She rose from her chair with a wide and eager grin, sauntering over to open it up. As the door swung ajar, the open space revealed a young and very attractive girl. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty and shapely as could be. Rather on the petite side overall, but very voluptuous for her size. You could tell a woman’s body had blossomed for a good many years already. The girl, Roxanne, daughter of Carrie Cumm’s best friend, stood in the doorway, wearing a taut tank top with thin straps and a pair of unfathomably tight black yoga pants. Her toned thighs were being exhibited quite boldly.
“Roxanne, so happy we could do this!” Carrie Cumm exclaimed, bending out the doorway to hug her youthful friend.
“Me too, Carrie. I’m really glad you called. I think I’d just be stuck home all weekend if you hadn’t,” said the syrupy Roxanne. Her face was like a fine painting, everything in perfect proportion, and what an enticing appeal it possessed.
“No hot date?” Carrie laughed, giving the girl a poke in the ribs as they walked inside.
“Uhh, nope,” Roxanne giggled. “Not had any of those.”
“Well that’s okay, we can have a fun girl’s night, can’t we?”
“I hope so, Carrie! That’s why I’m here!” the beautiful Roxanne snickered.
“Well then, let’s get to it girl!” Carrie shot back, rubbing her hand down along Roxanne’s spine. And here the older woman took note of her plump booty, held wonderfully in place by those black pants.
“Wow, I just love your yoga pants!”
This comment allowed Carrie a few extra seconds of gawking, as the younger woman peeked over her shoulder and down at the round ass.
“Do you really?” Roxanne questioned in
a humble tone.
“Yeah, your butt looks amazing! I’m definitely jealous of that.”
This caused Roxanne to give her booty a little jiggle action, bouncing up and down slightly where she stood. The two cheeks rose and fell in rapid succession. And oh man, did it ever look good… Roxanne then grabbed the waistband of her pants and gave them an upward tug, which only served to pull the material even tighter (if at all possible) around her tempting body.
“Don’t be so modest, Carrie. I saw you that last day at the beach we did. Your ass is pretty perfect, I’d say. You know, for an older gal!” Roxanne laughed, quickly scooting away to avoid any wild swing Carrie might throw in her direction.
“Those are fighting words, Roxanne! Besides, you know this body is too hot to handle. Everybody hits on this.” Carrie commented with a smug expression.
“I’m just kidding, Carrie! You know you’re gorgeous,” the young Roxanne paused for a moment. “But… do you get hit on a lot?
“Are you kidding? Do you not see this body, Roxanne!? Of course I’m getting hit on all the time,” now it was Carrie’s turn to laugh.
“Like by how old? How old are the guys?”
“From teenagers to old perverts. And not just men, either,” the mature woman winked.
“You get hit on by women too?!”
“Of course. Women can have good taste, can’t they?” Carrie shrugged playfully, pushing her ample chest out a little farther and giving it a shake. “How about you?”
“Do I get hit on?” Roxanne questioned meekly.
“Mmhmm.”
“Well… I don’t think so. I mean, I don’t know. I never know what to say so people just think I’m boring and uninterested. I don’t think I ever get hit on.”
“Roxanne,” her buxom friend Carrie extended a hand to note the serious nature of her upcoming statement. “With a body like yours, specifically that bubble butt you’ve got, I’m sure you’re giving out more neck cranks than a pro wrestler!”
“Haha, oh shut up Carrie!”
“I’m being serious, Roxanne. You’re absolutely stunning. I mean, if I was a guy, I’d be clambering all over you – hopping over walls, climbing buildings, and shoving old ladies to the floor just to get a glimpse of you.”
Ms. Cumm raised her eyebrows, scanning over Roxanne’s body once again in an exaggerated and overt manner.
“You’re such a dork,” Roxanne snorted, although inwardly a rush of excitement seemed to sweep through her body. Everybody loves a compliment – and when it came from her mature, sexy friend, it was even better. The young girl began to strut that rump of hers in a provocative manner with each step she took, feeling more confident with every motion.
“But I’ve never had a boyfriend…” Her confession was abrupt and sudden.
“Not even a little middle school romance?” Carrie questioned.
“Nope. Nothing. I’ve never even kissed a boy.”
“That’s not so bad,” her friend replied, putting a hand on the shoulder of Roxanne. “You’re still young yet… but, how about any girls!”
Both of the women laughed in unison, although the younger of the two seemed to hold a little more nervous energy in her voice.
“No, nope… No girls either. My friend did want to practice kissing with me once or twice. I always turned her down. It would have been too weird, don’t you think? Kissing a friend?”
Carrie smiled pleasantly, casting her gaze down to the exposed cleavage of the nubile girl before her.
“Well Roxanne, I guess that depends on what kind of friends you are. The close sisterly kind of friends, the friend friends, or perhaps something a bit more.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Roxanne commented. “She was just my friend friend, though. I thought it would be too uncomfortable.”
“She didn’t do anything for you, did she?”
“No, not like that Carrie! Christ, c’mon!” Roxanne shook her head side to side, letting out several laughs.
“Ok, ok!” Carrie giggled a little herself, giving Roxanne a gentle shove. “No boys ever tried to kiss you? I find that hard to believe, Roxanne. You’re a knockout, 10/10 easily.”
Roxanne simply shrugged with a subtle shaking of her head.
“I’m serious, Carrie. I never have. Not that I haven’t wanted to… I mean, I guess I’m just scared, you know? Like what would I do?”
“Oh Roxanne!” Ms. Cumm gushed, wrapping her arms around the beautiful girl. “You silly little girl! That’s perfectly understandable. It is kind of a scary thing. I remember my first time and it definitely was a bit nerve-wracking. ”
“Really?” Roxanne leaned in closer – you could almost see her eyes perk up like an excited dog resting on the porch. “How old were you?”
“Right around your age. Maybe even the same age or a year younger.”
“You were a late starter too, Carrie?” Roxanne asked disbelievingly.
“Late?! That was plenty early enough for me, Roxanne! I think that’s just about the perfect time, actually. Your body is reaching maturity and your emotions are getting past the teenage-girly infatuation stages. You start to develop real intimate and powerful thoughts.”
“Hmm,” Roxanne nodded, almost to herself as it were, “I guess that’s accurate… What was it like, Carrie?”
“My first time?” the elder woman responded, letting her mind drift back to the past, but all the while keeping a keen eye glued to the body of her young and perky friend.
“Yeah, how was it? What did you do? Who did you do it with? All that good dirt,” the lovely Roxanne prodded her friend.
“Are you trying to make me feel old!” Carrie cackled before continuing on. “Well, it was with my high school boyfriend. Just some hunky guy that I used to date, I guess you’d say. One of those lame school romances that never go anywhere – just somebody there so you can point to him and tell your girlfriends that you have a guy of your own. And they get jealous and talk bad about you behind your back… but anyway!”
“Yes, please Carrie, get to the good parts! The juicy stuff!”
“Oh I was juicy alright…” the mature gal giggled.
“You’re so dirty,” Roxanne laughed, trying to pretend that she didn’t like it. “Tell me more!”
“I’m trying to!” Carrie Cumm threw her hands in the air. “Here, let’s have a seat on the couch there and I’ll show you what happened.”
“Okay, great! Let’s do it step by step. Show me what happened,” the eager young Roxanne said, sprinting over to the cushions and plopping down, spinning around to wave her sexy friend along.
“Hurry up! I’m a horny teenage girl about to have her first sexual encounter and you’re my big sexy boyfriend who’s been waiting months to take my body!”
“Sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this…” Carrie joked.
“Well, I do have a lot of free time now,” the seated girl blushed. A magnificent red color tainted her cheeks for just a moment, before returning to their natural creamy tone. Carrie loved knowing it made her young friend nervous. She wanted to entice the girl, to thrill her.
Carrie Cumm moseyed over toward the couch, widening her shoulders to simulate a big football player’s physique. She spoke with a deeper, comical tone. “I’m the big, strong boy of your dreams and I want to put my penis in you!”
“No! That’s not what he said!” Roxanne laughed. “Is it?!”
“Well, almost,” Carrie returned the guffaw. “We started like this.”
And here Carrie repositioned Roxanne on the couch to have her facing forward, her legs slightly spread.
“I was sitting like this when he came over,” Carrie said.
“He came on you like this?!” Roxanne sputtered.
“No… no, Roxanne… Not quite that soon,” the older woman laughed. “He straddled me like this – now, we didn’t really say much. We just locked eyes like this.”
And here Carrie Cumm gazed right into the lascivious and dilated pupils of the at
tractive girl sprawled out on her couch. Roxanne returned the stare, a growing excitement and enthusiasm burning in her loins.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Just like this,” Carrie replied. “Then he put his legs over mine like this. So both of my knees were between his thighs, and he had me pushed back on the couch like you are. Then, without saying anything, he bent forward and kissed me on the side of the neck like this.”
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