by Abie
A finger slipped in and she shuddered only slightly. She was happy to kiss and suck on my breasts and nipples for several minutes. I kept my finger working in and out and she seemed to move up me just a bit, letting me enter her now very wet vagina even further. On a sudden whim, I reached for my bedside table and opened the drawer. I took my slim travel vibrator and debated turning it on. Deciding not to, I just moved my hand to her vagina and touched the smooth tip to her entrance. She just arched again, inviting the penetration. I eased it in and even though it was a slim vibrator for a woman, it must have felt thick for her. She didn't flinch, just held still as I slowly moved it in deeper. She sighed and relaxed a bit, her back now less arched but still completely okay with the adult toy in her young, adolescent vagina. She turned her head and just let it lie between my breasts again. She was ready for me to play with her.
I wondered if she and Maria had played like this. Perhaps Maria's sister had a toy or two. It didn't matter. Isabella knew what was going on and was content to let it happen. I worked the toy in and out, gently and slowly. She sighed and settled closer. I held her head tenderly as I toyed with her, not concerned about her age. She wanted me to do this and I was more than happy to oblige. She started to rock a bit, up and down on me. Her firm adolescent breasts were like love apples, moving against me. Her small hard ass cheeks felt the same under my hand. I moved the toy in rhythm with her, so it was going almost out and then in as deep as I dared. She was making soft sounds now and I could feel the toy being clamped on by her vagina as she responded to the stroking. I wasn't going to tease her this time. I wanted her to come for me and hopefully return the favour. I said, "Isabella, you're going to feel a wonderful thing. Don't be afraid," and I turned on the vibrator, keeping it at its lowest setting, not knowing if she had ever experienced this before.
She gasped and went taught. 'No', I thought. She was only uncertain for a moment, then she went relaxed again, drinking in the vibrations in her vagina. "Kathy....Kathy....its ...it's.......special.... I like it...don't...don't stop..."
She did like it. She held herself still for a moment then resumed her rocking. As I moved my hand up to get the vibrator pointing down and to her G, she arched again and helped. With the tip on her G I let it stay for a few seconds and then moved it away. Alternating like that, she was soon on her way again. She lifted her head to look at me. I was looking at an expression of pure sexual adventure, at a young girl who was experiencing something wonderfully new. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was open as well, as if she was amazed that anything could feel that good. I could feel her vagina clamping and releasing, as she tried to keep the tip at her most sexually delicious vaginal place.
Her eyes closed as I put the tip on her magic spot and kept it there. Her mouth was clenched and her back was arched completely. She stopped rocking and just held position. She was climbing fast, faster than she had ever climbed before. Her face was now a picture of intense sexual sensation and she held still, her body now almost contorted with her arching.
A few quick gasps, a deeper gasp and then she shook, and shook some more. No words but spurted gasps were coming from her mouth and she exploded. She almost went off me as her body shuddered and kept shuddering. I kept the vibrator working at her for as long as I dared, slipped it out and just held her. She was now crying out with foreign but well understood words. She bit her hand to stop and she fell against me and held me like she was still falling. I moved her face to mine and kissed her like I would kiss Sarah after she came for me.
Isabella kissed me like that right back. If she had never done that with Maria, she was a quick study. We locked lips and moved sweaty, slippery bodies over each other. She was still straddling me. She shifted her body and a hand went for my vulva. I felt her hold me and her hand was rubbing me passionately. My wetness had spread out over me and her hand glided over my shaved pussy like I was covered in oil. She kissed me one more time and moved down quickly to get between my legs. I opened then wide, and moved a knee up and to the side. Isabella went straight for me, her mouth open and over my clit. She then showed me she had done this before.
What she lacked in skill, she more than made up for in youthful enthusiasm and her sexual attraction. I knew she wasn't doing this for the first time but I felt like I was the one, her first sexual conquest. Her mouth kissed and sucked, with no apparent pattern but it felt heavenly. It felt like innocence and lust, purity and depravity, and I relished the child woman's mouth at my open and offered forty year old pussy, my clit, my vagina, my aching to come cunt.
'My cunt.' I mentally said it again. 'Cunt'. My wet and almost flowing cunt. Isabella, the virgin child was lapping at my cunt. Never had I thought of my vagina as my cunt but now it seemed appropriate. Kurt had given me intercourse in my vagina. But now, Isabella was lapping at my cunt.
'Cunt.' I mentally said it once more. "Girl...I want you to fuck my cunt!' I pulled both of my nipples, hard, and felt the pain flow to my child kissed clit. It rebounded and went to my brain and burst into lights. I couldn't remember thinking these thoughts before. My vagina had never been my cunt. Yet I was exalting in the image of my vagina being a cunt hole to be pleasured, abused and filled. Here was Isabella, the innocent child slut, lapping at the entrance to my fuck hole, my upper fuck hole. I immediately thought of Kurt, and saw him pounding into my lower fuck hole and heard him cursing me, cursing the anal lust I had driven him to. I was descending into a sexual pit of dark desires, forbidden lusts and I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted Isabella to see me degrade myself and I wanted her to be degraded as well. I reached for the still buzzing vibrator.
I shifted a bit onto my side, still letting Isabella have ample access to my wet and swollen sex. My lube was out of reach without getting up so I just put it in my mouth, delighted in Isabella's taste, ran my hand over the wetness Isabella had created and moistened the vibe. It put it to my lower fuck hole and paused, wondering if Isabella would be scared off. She just kept her mouth and tongue to my vagina, my wet and slippery upper fuck hole and I eased the vibe into my ass. It was moist enough that it slipped in as if it was dripping with lube. I moved it in and out gently and delighted in the sensation of pleasures coming from both of my tingling, exposed and willing fuck places. Isabella paused and then spoke.
"Kathy....sometimes when Hector....he wants to...you know....put his....his penis....in ...I say 'no'...and he puts it....well......where you...." I had to stifle a surprised laugh. Isabella, the little child teen, was getting anal sex from Hector! The image of a young boy with his adolescent cock up Isabella's tight ass was delicious. I could almost see him bucking and heaving as his adolescent cock spurted cum into her tight, pink, lower hole.
Where this was coming from, I did not know. Why I now thought of Isabella, the teen child as Isabella the teen whore, was beyond me. I just wanted to be fucked by this teen whore. I turned the vibrator up. It wasn't going to take a lot of time to get what I wanted. Between the attention from Isabella, the image of her on her knees as Hector got off in her ass and my own ass getting vibe fucked, I was soon moaning and writhing. I forced myself to imagine it was Kurt giving me the anal dilation and I felt the familiar rising pressure coming from my well stimulated centre of sex. I could almost feel Kurt's throbbing cock, deep in my ass, as it gushed cum.
I started to vibrate myself and then, with several hard body spasms, I came. Almost involuntarily, I pushed Isabella away, closed my legs and squeezed them together. Leaving the anal buzz to carry on until it hurt, I then pulled it out and bit my lip to keep from screaming. I lay there, gasping and heaving, then collapsed onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
I was afraid to look at Isabella, not wanting to see the expression on her face for fear it was shock or fear. I was immediately put at ease as she moved up and lay on top of me. My skin was dripping with sweat and she slid easily as she settled on me and put her head between my rising and falling breasts. I wrapped a leg around hers and held her. I wasn't sure who I wa
s anymore but Isabella recognized me. "Kathy....Hector never...never made me to do...feel the...what you..."
I gave her a firm hug and said, "Don't worry, Honey, don't worry. In time....when you're a woman....it will get better." I meant it.
After several minutes of lying and recovering, I glanced at the clock. It was now five-thirty. It was time to get going in case Kurt got back early. "Isabella, we need to shower and get you back." She simply nodded and got up. We went back to the bathroom and we got into the shower stall, which was conveniently made for two. As I washed the sweat and sex from her body, I realized what I had really been doing. Now that my passion was spent, Isabella was again an eighteen year old girl and emotionally challenged at that. Despite her sexual explorations with Maria and Hector, she was emotionally a child. I felt like a child molester. Although Isabella was at ease with our sexual relationship, I was now very ill at ease. I knew I must say good bye to her at the market and never look for her again.
As we towelled off and I dried her hair, she now looked like the innocent young girl I first saw her to be. How I had come to see her as an object of my passion and darker lust, was beyond me. Perhaps it was the whole sexually charged atmosphere of this vacation. Perhaps meeting Sarah and all the sex she had provided for me, both masculine and feminine, had led me to go where I never would have gone otherwise.
Even as I tried to rationalize my behaviour, I knew I was only fooling myself. I was the only one how had seduced Isabella. Even if she had, in her own way, seduced me, I was the adult. She was the child. When her hair was dry, she casually got on her clothes as I got on mine and we went out into the room. There was uneaten pizza and Isabella just looked at me with her eyes asking the question. "Yes, Honey, finish it off." She did, all the while chatting as if we had just come back from a long walk, instead of having had woman-girl sex. I tried to keep up with her little girl chat but my heart was no longer in it. I felt ashamed of the feeling, but all I wanted to do was see Isabella walk away.
We held hands on the way back to the market. When we were close, Isabella said, "Please, Kathy, please don't tell auntie. Please!"
Feeling like a criminal conspiring to hide my guilt, I said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. And you must not tell anyone either. Not even Maria....or Hector." She smiled and said, "I won't," and she was off. I watched her happily walking along and felt a wave of remorse. I walked back to the resort feeling like I had betrayed my very soul.
Back at my room, I removed all of the evidence. The room service tray got put outside a door down the hall. I cleaned and put away my vibrator, wondering if I would ever want to use it again. I called housekeeping and they came with fresh towels and straightened out the bed and made up the room. It was seven and Kurt would be back any minute. I thought about my life, how I had let work consume me to the point my marriage had failed, two boyfriends had walked and I was so emotionally burned out I had allowed myself to get lost in this sexually charged holiday resort. I took stock of my behaviour, starting with Mr. Disappointment, Sarah, the beach shop girl and through to the group sex and most of all Isabella. The only sexual connection I was really happy with was Kurt. The phone rang.
It was Kurt. "Kathy, I'm sorry but this joint research proposal meeting is going into overtime. We have to finish a draft proposal tonight as a few key players are gone tomorrow. I doubt I'll be back before about ten or so. I really do apologize but it can't be helped. There are budget and inter country political issues that I wasn't really expecting."
I was actually relieved to have more time before he got back, but managed to sound just a little disappointed. "Well, as long as you don't make a habit of it, I'll accept it this time."
He laughed. "Don't worry. If there is another meeting like this, I'll bring along an accountant, a lawyer and an expert in Foreign Affairs. Better yet, I'll let someone else handle it."
"You do that, Kurt, and we'll both be happy."
"Okay, I get the message. And I'll give you a call as soon as I get back." I wasn't hungry, didn't want to drink anything alcoholic and didn't want to meet up with Sarah, so I went for a walk on the beach. The tropical evening breeze felt like it was washing away my many sins. What had happened during this vacation was a wake up call. My life was completely out of balance. My job was not important to me any more. The money didn't make up for the cost it was taking out of my happiness. I knew I was going to quit. I also knew that if Kurt would have me, I would move to Boulder in a heartbeat. Even if it didn't work out between us, living in a place like that was far better than carrying on in L.A.
I began to realize that deep down, I hated my job. The thrill of success had long since vanished and all that was left was the constant struggle to perform, make money for the company and put up with the ever present glass ceiling. I knew that if I stayed with the company I would make senior management but only at the lowest levels, and I would stay there. I was sure I would rather move to Boulder, live with Kurt and do something else, as long as it didn't consume my life. I wanted Kurt to do that.
I walked along, deep in my thoughts and almost stepped on Mr. Disappointment. He was lying on the beach, catching the last of the evening sun. He looked up at me and his face was a mix of anticipation and scorn. "Still by yourself, Kathy? Tired of sleeping alone?"
Inwardly, I laughed, thinking of the deluge of orgasms I had experienced since his pathetic efforts. Outwardly, I smiled wistfully. "Yes, Phil, I'm tired of sleeping alone. If I don't hook up with someone at the nightclub tonight, I can always remember your Casanova skills and let the memory of them keep me company all night long."
Phil may have been a hopelessly incompetent lover but he recognized sarcasm when he heard it. "You miserable.." I cut him off with a deft kick of sand into his face. With several couples nearby, I felt safe enough doing it.
Back in my room, I called room service and ordered some dinner, wanting to be alone for a while. I turned on the TV and went to the selection of regular movies, chose what looked to be an upbeat comedy and watched it. By the time my dinner arrived, the movie seemed boring and I called Sarah.
"Hi nympho, I've missed you," she said. "What you got going tonight?" I told her that Kurt was held up and wouldn't be back for another hour or two.
"Things working out between you two?" she asked. "So far, yes. I really have a good feeling about this one." She laughed. "Well, don't forget you are both on vacation. Lots of guys seem great on vacation. Doesn't mean they will want to talk to you next week, though."
I smiled. Sarah likely had been ignored next week a lot. But for a reason I couldn't quite pin down, I thought that Kurt and I might have a chance. "Well, Sarah, if he doesn't call in an hour or so, you might find me knocking on your door."
Sarah laughed again. "If I'm there," she said. "If I'm there." "I hear you, nympho," I replied. "I hear you." We said goodbye and I ate some dinner and waited for Kurt. I hadn't waited for a guy for a long time. They were always waiting for me. Now I knew how they had felt. The boring movie was better than pacing and I forced myself to watch.
It was almost midnight when Kurt called. "Sorry, Kathy, I tried to get the meeting wrapped up but there were just too many unexpected problems. I almost wish I hadn't agreed to attend in the first place. Hold it. If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be talking to you right now."
I giggled. "Kurt, stop talking and pour me a drink. I'll be right there." And yes, he said, 'Works for me.' I added a few condoms to my clutch, touched up my make up and brushed my hair. A small bit of my Chanel and I was walking to Kurt's room. I felt I had to open up to him, be honest and tell him of how deeply I had fallen into the free and casual sex that the resort offered. Not right now, I decided. Tomorrow maybe.
Kurt had a glass of white wine ready for me. He looked beat. He had a shot of bourbon on the go and he looked at me and said, " Honest to God, I couldn't wait to get out of there and back to you. Research and discovery are great but a woman like you isn't something I come across every day."
; He looked sincere and I gave him my best wicked smile. "I'd rather you come in me than across me." He shook his head in amazement. Without a word, he got up, took my hand and we went to his bed.
"Promise me one thing," I said. "Don't leave without saying goodbye." He looked at me and in a sure and certain voice said, " I think it's going to be au revoir, until we meet again." My heart felt like it was living again. He took me in his arms and we gently fell onto the bed. "I'm tired," he said. "So take it easy on me." I did.
We kissed and fondled, slowly rolling around and then I went to remove his pants. His penis was semierect and I slipped off his shorts and settled down to give him a reason to get fully erect. Still in all of my clothes, I took his penis in my mouth and started to work my tongue around him and gently cupped his balls. Kurt sighed deeply and relaxed into the bed, happy to have his manhood in my mouth and hands. As he got fuller, I just kept up the slow pace. "This is all for you, Kurt. Just go with it and enjoy."
I gave him slow, sensuous deep throats and as I pulled back, my mouth tight around him, he started to moan in the exquisite pleasure. He was now fully erect and his cock felt hard and thick in my mouth. Gently moving his balls around, I licked his shaft up and down, then settled over his head and slowly lowered until I was close to gagging. I could feel his cock twitching as he groaned and took my head in his hands. He didn't force me in any way, just held me gently and moved his fingers through my hair.
I backed up to get some deep breathes then descended, hoping to go all the way over him. I almost baulked, but my throat accepted his cock head and I was down to his body. He just sighed and said, "You are incredible."
I was able to do that several times and he was close to coming. His hips were rolling and his moans became short gasps. I took a deep breathe and took him in all the way, trying to swallow him. The reaction was perfect. He started to jerk and then he stiffened. I felt pulses in his cock and then spurts of cum shot down my throat. I swallowed and he gasped again. I was able to stay there until the spurts ended and then came up for air.
