She decided right then that she’d let him have a good look. She pulled her skirt up, exposing the tops of her dark stay-ups and the white thigh above.
She pretended not to notice him looking. She turned away, looked into the kitchen, and let him take a good, long look.
She couldn’t wait any longer. When she looked at him again, the erection between his legs was as complete as it would ever get with his pants on.
She shifted on the sofa and parted her legs.
—That’s better. I’m comfortable now. How are you doing?
She stretched a foot between his legs. She brushed it against his thigh and back to his foot. She used both her feet to do it the second time. Her eyes widened at the erection.
She brought up a knee and let it rest against the sofa back. Her other foot continued its ceaseless probing in it attempt to make first contact with his erection. She decided to stop being subtle and went for it.
Her foot stopped at the tip and pushed back gently. She increased pressure, and her toes slipped past the head to the shaft. She stroked with her foot, up and down the length.
He watched her foot working him. She wasn’t happy with that. She rocked her knee back and forth, exposing and covering her pantie-covered middle. She pulled up her skirt and waited for him to notice.
She had to restart to let her foot quiet down. His eyes got big at the sight she let him have. She knew the dark little bush she had grown and tended was showing through her panties. When his own foot slipped between her legs, she knew he was copying her.
She slipped her hips down on the sofa to give him plenty of room. The growing wet spot grew more noticeable.
—Take my stockings off.
She held up her leg as he leaned to reach the top. When the back of his hand brushed against her wet spot, she moaned in appreciation.
—Don’t forget the other one.
When she put her feet down, she left her thighs splayed for him. The treat was doing its job. His cock had gotten about as far down his pant-leg as it would without more help.
She slid the length of the sofa to sit beside him.
—Is that because of me?
She gripped him through his pants.
—Yes.
She took her hand away.
—Show me. Stand up and take your pants off.
He did as he was told. His swollen cock filled the front of his underwear.
Dania reached into the top of his shorts to grip him.
—I’m close. I’ll come if you keep doing that.
—Would you like me to stop?
—No. Yes. Just for a minute.
She hesitated and then withdrew her hand.
—Tell me when you get close, all right?
He nodded.
—Can I put my hand back in?
When he didn’t answer, she slipped her hand back into his shorts.
—It feels nice. You’re very hard.
She squeezed and stroked. He gasped and then moaned.
—Tell me. It’s all right. I want to know.
—I’m close.
—It’s all right.
She withdrew her hand.
—Unbutton my blouse and take it off.
He leaned over and did as he was told.
—Will you let me take off your shorts?
He didn’t answer.
Enthralled by what she knew was in them, she pulled the elastic waist out and slipped them to his knees. His cock stood at attention, hard and throbbing.
—You are close, aren’t you? I’ll take care of it for you in a bit. Would that be all right?
—Yes.
—Unhook my bra.
She leaned forward. Her eyes never left his cock. When he leaned over her, it was almost a tongue-lick away. She stuck her tongue out and touched the tip with it. He was so busy fumbling with her bra that he didn’t even notice.
She opened her mouth to engulf him, but by then he had it unfastened and was leaning back.
—Take it all the way off if you want.
Dania’s nipples had hardened the instant she saw the boy’s cock. When he removed her bra, they stood out, dark and swollen, in all their glory.
—You can touch them if you want.
She smiled at him. He reached for one.
—I have two.
Still smiling, she took both of his hands and covered her breasts with them.
—Can you feel how hard they are? They’re just like your cock.
She giggled.
—Well, all right, not exactly like your cock, are they?
—Not at all.
The whole time, the boy’s cock thickened as it throbbed.
—Come closer. I’ll take care of it for you. Or do you want to do it yourself?
—Could I?
Dania moaned at his words. Oh my god. He wanted to jerk himself off.
—I don’t know if I could keep my hands off of you if you did that. Look at you. You’re almost coming.
Precome streamed out of the tip of the boy’s cock. She went to reach for him. She wanted a taste. He stepped back.
—Can I taste?
He wiped his head and slipped the finger into her mouth.
—Mmm. Good.
She leaned back on her hands and waited for him to start. He gripped his shaft and moaned.
—Wait. Wait.
Dania pulled her panties down and kicked them aside.
—Now start. Are you close? It’s all right if you are.
—Yes.
—Has any woman ever let you jerk yourself off on her?
She already knew the answer.
—No.
He kept stroking.
—So then, I’m to be your first. Oh. Oh. Look at you. Look. Can I help now? Let me. It’s my turn.
She brushed his hand away and took over with both of hers. He grabbed her hands and lost his balance in the process. Dania managed to press her nipple into his balls and hold it there. The heat she felt from pressing into him surprised her.
At just that instant, come shot out of his cock and covered her. A huge river ran down the side of her face. She still didn’t have her hands on him. She kept pressing her breast against him.
—Oh. Look. Look at you. You’re coming. Look.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away.
—Oh god. It’s not stopping. You’re still squirting. Look. Look at it.
Hs hips continued to buck against her breast. When he pulled away, his cock had stopped its spitting.
—My goodness. Do you always come so much?
—No. Never.
—Stay right there. I want to look at you, all right? Can I touch you now?
—I think you already have.
She grinned.
—I know. I did it on purpose. Now let me hold you, okay? I just want to hold it.
His balls were soaked in the come that had managed to run down the length of his cock when it stopped spitting at her. She gripped him hard and massaged them until her hand turned sticky.
When he hardened, she gripped the shaft and started to slowly stroke him.
—My god. Look at you. You’re hard again. I’m going to stroke you. Tell me if you get close.
—I’m close.
She couldn’t believe it.
—What? Already? I don’t believe it. Show me.
She kept stroking, sensing his eagerness for her. She stopped. She waited. She kept her fingers wrapped around the boy’s shaft. She reached for his balls.
—They’re hot.
—I know. Your hand feels cool.
She squeezed. He moaned and got even harder. She went to work stroking, busying both of her hands.
When she felt the throbbing intensify, she squeezed him off. She’d make him beg or die to be fucked trying.
* * *
THE BOY STUMBLED against her in his eagerness to let her work his cock.
—Be careful. You’ll fall. Come and lie with me.
Dania rolled onto he
r back. The boy climbed between her legs. She never lost her grip on him. As he stretched against her, she guided him between her legs.
She was drenched in her own juices. They ran out of her and wet the sofa beneath.
—Slide down a wee bit. Right there. That’s it.
When he stopped, the tip of his cock was almost inside of her. She rolled her hips in an attempt to at least get the head in. She thought that was all she’d need to get her started.
He lifted himself. His cock slipped in and traveled the full length of her as she opened.
—Oh my god.
She couldn’t believe he’d got it all into her. She squirmed and moaned, hoping he could wait just a bit.
Oh. Oh. You’re all the way. You’re all the way. Did you do that on purpose? You did. Oh god. You did. Help. Help me.
In an instant, her legs went around him, her hands gripped his ass, and she was rolling her hips and squeezing her thighs against him.
Every movement she made let him slip deeper into her.
—I’m close.
—I am, too. You’re in me. You’re fucking me at last. Can you feel how wet I am? I want you to come. Don’t even try to hold back.
She stopped moving. She didn’t want to. She was so close herself. The boy was so eager for her. She had never been this sexually aroused in her life. She was just as eager to have him.
—It’s all right. I’ll join you if you can wait a minute. Can you wait just a bit? I’ll tell you, okay? You feel so good in me. Wait just a bit.
She was almost begging.
—Please. Please. Help me. I’m almost there. Wait. Wait for me. I won’t move. I promise. Just wait.
She could feel him in her. He had started throbbing in the depths of her. She knew that if she gripped h is balls that he’d go over the edge. She was oh so close herself, but she wasn’t sure that would be enough to take her over her own edge.
—Ooh god. I’m so close. Wait for me. I can feel you. I know you’ll come before me. It’s all right. Please. Wait. If you can.
She felt him struggle with it. The poor boy. He had his cock between a woman’s legs and the selfish bitch didn’t want him to come in her.
—I’m selfish. I know. You came already. Wait for me. Wait.
She felt all of him. His weight on her. His raspy, warm breath in her ear. His lips sucking at his neck. His hands under her ass.
She adjusted to take him deeper, hoping that it wouldn’t encourage him to come. She bit his neck. She dug her nails into him. She gasped. She moaned. Her journey to orgasm started.
Dania’s hips moved to roll against the boy. Her legs opened, she moved, and then he matched her moans with his own in her ear.
—Yes. Come in me. It’s all right. I’ll be right with you. I’m over the edge. I’m there. Fuck me. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Let me fuck you. I want you too. I want you. Oh god. Oh god. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
Her knees and legs went as wide as she could get them. The boy pushed against the sofa to get deep. Moaning, grunting, groaning, sweat, fucking sounds of cock in pussy, took them both over the edge almost at the same time.
—You don’t have to wait. No waiting. Fuck. I'm coming now. Go ahead and fuck me some more now. Right now. I’m there. Feel me. Hear me. God. Fuck. Just fuck me.
Dania started first. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him to come in her. Her orgasm took her completely by surprise. She didn’t hold back. She didn’t even try. Somewhere in her fucking, she knew she was going to have him anyway.
She exploded around the boy’s entire body with legs wide and pussy open and teeth biting and lips sucking.
—Come in me. It’s your turn now. Let it go. Just come. It’s good. It’s all right. I want you to. Empty yourself. Empty into me.
She came again as she sensed him squirting into her. This time, she wet herself as when came again with him. She must have.
When he finished, she was soaking wet from her stomach to her ass. He wasn’t so dry either.
—Did you pull out and come on my belly? You did, didn’t you?
—No. I slipped out. I got it back in as fast as I could.
That had to be when she felt him go the length of her again. It was when she got really wet and squirted at the sensation.
—Look at the mess you made of me. I didn’t even know. My god. You fucked me. We fucked. Oh. Look at us. We’re such a mess. Oh. You. I can’t move. What did I let you do to me?
She giggled, unable to contain herself at the sight and the sensations they had experienced and the mess they had made.
—Would you like to come into my bed?
A huge grin crossed his face.
—Do we have to go right away?
—No. We don’t. We can stay right here. Or we could get on the floor. How about that?
She pulled the pillow from beneath her hips and threw it on the floor. The throw over the back of the sofa followed.
—Okay. It’s ready.
He climbed off of her. His eyes roamed her body. She covered her breasts with a forearm and put a hand over her little bush. She was damned proud of that. It made her happy that he wanted to look at it.
—You’re ready too, I see. I’m all sweaty. You’ve made such a mess. That’s a compliment, in case you don’t know. I helped to make the mess. And I like it. So there.
She stuck out her tongue, let her arm drop, and pulled her hand away from her wet middle. She went to her knees and sucked him into her mouth.
—Tell me when you’re close. I want to watch you come again.
He began to squirt shortly after. She spit him out, pulled her hands away, and watched him erupt. Come splashed onto her breasts. Her nipples hardened at the sight of his spurting cock.
—You didn’t tell me. My god. You didn't tell me. I can’t believe what I just watched.
Her face went to his balls. She nuzzled and licked and sucked one past her lips.
—Holy shit. You’re getting hard again.
She dropped onto her back, spread her legs, and lifted to put the pillow beneath her ass.
—Go to it. Fuck me. I want to feel you come.
He began his labored grunting into her ear. By now she knew he was on the edge.
—Come on. Fuck me. You’re close. I know you now. You’re close. Come. Empty. It’s all right. I want you to. Just fuck me. I’m all yours. All. All oh god I’m going to come what are you doing I told you fuck me fuck me.
Dania couldn’t move.
—What are you doing? What have you done? I wet myself again. We’re soaked. You’re all wet. I just had one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had. My god. You’re an animal. I’m an animal. Look at us. Just look.
She couldn't stop talking. She was in some other place, taken there by this boy and his cock and his come and his urgent fucking she’d let him do to her. Somehow, they had ended up in the same place, together.
—Oh god. What have I done. Look at us. My god. My god.
She clawed at him, trying to urge him hard one more time. She needed. She wanted. She had to have.
When he stiffened in her mouth, she lay back and let him crawl over her one more time.
—Shit. Shit. You’re going too make me come. I can’t believe it. I can’t. What. What. Oh. Damn you. I have to you have to fuck me. Oh. Oh. Now now now. Ohhhhhhhhhhh
She came again. He emptied. She came as he pulled out.
—Help me up. Help me stand up. We need to get into bed. Now. Come. Come. Can you fuck me again? Can you? Hurry. Bed. Bedroom. Help me.
She dragged the boy into the bedroom, crawled in on all fours, and made sure to point her dripping middle at him.
—Take me like this. Fuck me. Now. Now. Oh god. Your cock looks so good. I want to eat it all up. Fuck me with it. Please. Oh god. Oh god. What am I doing? I’m cock crazy. I want cock. Give it. Take me. Take me.
She reached between her legs for his balls, gripped him, and pointed the tip of his cock at her pussy. She pushed back, let him enter, an
d then drove herself back to make certain he impaled her with it.
She collapsed. His cock was trapped. All he could do was pump her.
—Yes. Yes. Like that. Do it. Do me. Fuck me. Never stop. Never. Ohgodyou’refuckingmeagainI’mgoingtocome. Pull out pullout pullout. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Harder.
He pounded. She came. She wet herself. She had exhausted herself.
—Damn you. You shouldn’t be fucking me like that. What are you doing to me. I can barely move. Roll me over, would you?
She giggled as he did.
He lifted her ankles onto his shoulders and put his face between her legs.
—No. I can’t. I can’t possibly come again. No. Stop. Oh Jesus. You bastard. Stop. Stop licking at me. Stop. Please. I’ll squirt. Stop. Please. Don’t stop. Oh. Oh. I’ there.
Dania crashed into her final orgasm. She couldn’t move. She could barely breathe. She couldn’t pull him off of her. She came and came and came in a crashing frenzy of sweat and come and tongue and eager sucking at her clit.
—My god. Enough. Come up here you wonderful man. Your face is a mess.
She kissed him full on the mouth.
—You’re beautiful.
—Oh god. Don’t say that. You’re spoiling me and I don’t knew what will happen when you do that. Please.
—You are beautiful. Look at you.
—I'm a mess and you know it. In fact, it’s all your fault.
—Umm, weren’t you the one dressing for me in your bedroom?
—What? When? Was that today or last week?
—So now it feels like I’ve been here for a week?
—No. No. I didn’t mean it that way.
She kissed him full on the mouth again.
—I meant it that way.
She kissed him again, to make certain he understood.
* * *
DANIA REACHED FOR his balls and cupped them. She kept her hand still. Even so, she felt his cock stir and grow partially erect. She smiled to herself.
—Do you realize that you’ve made me completely cock-crazy for you? I can’t even think straight. Did you hear me when I came? I as babbling like a baby.
She pulled her hand away and looked down.
—My god. You’re getting hard. Again. Can I fuck you this time?
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