“Do I have to tell you?” I whispered languidly.
“Oh yes,” Simon said, “it’s essential. You must answer all my questions. You’ve had your own finger up inside you, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone else’s?”
“No.”
“Some toy perhaps?” he continued.
“No.” I replied.
“What, then?”
“You won’t laugh?” I moaned as Simon continued to expertly finger me.
“Never. Tell what you slid up your sweet, juicy cunt.”
“Well, I had the hairbrush over there on the dresser, the one with the most amazing handle. It was very phallic. I have used that to…oh, and a candle.” He touched me somewhere deep inside me and I climaxed onto his thrusting hand.
“Oh my luscious baby! How I’d love to see that, watch you bring yourself to a juicy spend,” Simon whispered, and then kissed me again. “But you want to take my cock, don’t you? You want to be fucked, don’t you? Oh, that’s good, stroke me, make me nice and hard.”
I loved the feel of his cock, and the purplish red plum-like head. Even in the moonlight, I could see the shiny drops forming at the tip. I wanted to suck him again, but I wanted to feel his root pushing inside me. I slipped my hands down and cupped his tight, full balls. That brought a delicious groan from him.
“Ah baby, I’m so full again. I can’t believe I’m so full of cream again but I am. And I’m going to give it to you.”
“What’s the honey stuff that drips from the little hole?” I asked, dipping my finger gently into the center of his swollen cock and rubbing the slick juice around the head.
“Oh you are such a sweet girl, aren’t you? That’s pre-cum baby. That’s what first comes out when I get excited. And it helps get my cock get all wet, just like you get wet. It helps me slide into you easier. You want me to slide into you? You want me to give this to you now?” he asked, squeezing my hand as it was wrapped around his cock, causing even more beads of pre-cum to form.
“But I think it looks really big, Simon. I know I’m not technically a virgin but I still think you’re pretty big.”
“Don’t worry, don’t you worry,” he whispered, “I know how to give cock.” He continued to whisper as he rolled on top of me and pulled my legs open. “You’re so wet,” he crooned, kneeling between my open thighs, “you’re just dripping, aren’t you?” And he slid two fingers in me again and then pulled them out, all shining with my juice. He brought them to his mouth and licked, mumbling about how sweet I tasted, and then he parted my swollen labia and found the nub of my clit again. He began to rub rhythmically, back and forth.
“Do you like that?” Simon asked, knowing full well I loved it. “Is this how you pleasure yourself? Does it feel right? Tell me, show me.” And I was way past being shy and virginal. I was only conscious of the growing need in me to reach wherever it was he was taking me. I placed his fingers exactly in the spot that I liked and moved them just how I moved them when I pleasured myself. Then my own fingers stole their way to my nipples, which I began to pinch and squeeze. In the moonlight, though I knew he could see me clearly, somehow I found that I was just as uninhibited as I was by myself.
“Oh that’s gorgeous. You have no idea how hot you look. So fuckable. Beautiful little cunt, so wet, you want cock now, don’t you? I can tell. You want cock now don’t you?”
“Oh god please, please…”
“Please what?” he demanded.
“Please Simon, please. I’m going to cum if you don’t stop. Please push it in me. Please.”
And he fell on me, kissing me as he searched for the entrance to my cunt with his dripping cock. I spread my legs wider and instinctively reached for his hard erection, placing the head between the swollen cunt lips. He began to work the round, fat head of his cock into me, and bit by bit the length followed. I felt myself opening as he pulled out and then worked back in, till I had taken all of him. He lay still on top of me, the entire length of his swollen cock embedded in me, letting me get used to the feel. I was so close to coming I felt like any movement either of us made would send me over the edge, and I had the feeling I just wanted to stay like that, full of his cock, just on the verge of exploding into orgasm. But in the end, the throbbing of his cock-head, pushing against the very depth of me, was just too much. I raised my knees up and grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him in as deep as I could.
He thrust maybe six or seven times, I don’t know how many times he slammed his full length into me before he began to spurt. But I felt every jab, every thrust, and every hot jet of his cum as I lost myself in my own pleasure. I think, in the throes of my first cock-filled passion, that I did some more begging and possibly even demanded that he fill me up. He obliged, like the true gentleman that he is. He filled me up. And he reassured me afterward that I was not to worry about arriving back in Bristol with a “bun in the oven” because he had been “fixed” before he’d married his second wife and all that delicious cream could fill me up just as quickly as he was able to manufacture it. Before falling asleep, I told him I thought that was a perfect arrangement and he agreed, as he settled in to sleep, spooning against my backside, mumbling something about other virgin territory needing to be explored…
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