“Sure,” I blurted, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. I was just glad she didn’t seem afraid of me now.
Running up the steps of the stoop and into the hallway, up the steps to her door, I found the soccer bag. I picked it up and couldn’t help but notice the heaviness.
The door opened, and as I picked up the bag and placed it on my shoulder, my eyes followed Kasey’s sweet, slim, toned legs up to her uniform skirt and higher till our eyes met.
“What have you got in this thing?” I asked trying to get my mind of the sweet little budding form before me.
“Shoes, balls, shin guards, uniforms, all that crap. That’s what I want your help with. We don’t have practice or a game for a few days and I want to put this up over the washer and dryer in the laundry room. Can you do it for me?”
“Sure, dear.” Not sure why I added “Dear,” but carried the bag and followed her into the laundry. I put the bag on the shelf over the washer. Seemed to me that it wasn’t all that high, but I was glad to help.
“Thanks, Mr. Martin, you’ve been a big help!” she said as she turned out the laundry room light and we walked toward the door.
“Oops, I almost forgot! Get it back down.” As I did, she went on,” Mom gets so mad when I forget to get my dirty things out of there,” she said grabbing the pack from me and turning her back. Facing away from me, she plopped the bag on the floor and dropped to her knees as she rummaged through it.
The zipper was now at the far end of the bag and she leaned forward to get it. There, on all fours, on the floor of the crowded laudry room, her panty-covered ass emerged once again as she struggled with the zipper.
“This thing always gets stuck! Give me a hand, will ya?”
I dropped to my knees behind her and tried to reach over and around her to get the zipper. Her ass now pressed against me, squarely on my hardening cock. The immediate sensation was quite overpowering and I lingered in that position for a a couple of seconds. then, as i tried to move, she seemed to counter, almost press her ass into me.
This wasn’t happening, I thought. Surely she didn’t realize what she was doing or the effect it was having on me. Then, slowly, but deliberately, she lifted her skirt higher and began to press and grind her ass in to me. I was out of my mind with desire. But guilt and propriety were winning out.
“Kasey,” I whispered, not pulling away though, “What are you doing?”
She said nothing, at first, just continued to rotate her hips and ass against my now-engorged member. Then in a hushed, innocent, almost desperate voice, “Please…I want this…I want you …”
Her hand reached for mine and she pulled it into her blouse and against her tiny breast. Her eyes rolled and then closed and she began to buck her ass against my dick. “Please….” her voice trailed off.
The wine, the teasing, and the need–mine and hers–all swelled up inside me and I found myself massaging her breasts through her bra with one hand, and rubbing her ass with the other, sliding to her crotch and rubbing back and forth, feeling her moisten.
With one hand she reached behind her to my jeans and tugged at the snap. I helped her unzip me and felt her hand searching through my boxers until my now fully hard 7 inches emerged. She wrapped one hand around it and I heard a gasp escape her lips.
“Please,” she moaned, tugging lightly on my cock. “Be my first. I want it sooo badly.”
“You mean..you’re a …you’re a vir–?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Pleeease!” She parted her thighs and pressed her ass toward my cock, rubbing up and down.
“Your first time is not going to be with a 34 year old man on the laundry room floor.”
She began to whimper. “Please….” She slid my cock between her thighs and pressed it up into her panty-clad crotch.
Even as I whispered “no,” she was totally in control at this point. She cupped her hand beneath my sensitive shaft and pressed my cock into her crotch, slowly gliding back and forth. Before I knew what was happening, I was holding her hips and thrusting my cock against her beautiful cotton-clad pussy. She was using my hard cock to masturbate herself and me at the same time and the rhythm grew faster. Her warm hand pressed harder against me and I felt myself swelling even more. My hard cock rubbing against her hot thighs and soft cotton, damp from the friction building up in her juicy little pussy was more than I could take. Watching it disappear and then reappear from her white-covered ass was as hot as anything I’d ever experienced.
Her thighs tightened around my cock and she began to buck more violently and press even harder.
“Oh damn….nnnnhhhh!” She was nearing the edge.
“Gaaa….oh f-f-fuck, yes!” she exclaimed. Her hand, thighs, and panties couldn’t have felt more like a real pussy. As she began to shudder from the power of her first cock-induced orgasm, I erupted into that warm little hand of hers. Spurt after spurt of my hot cum soaking her hand, her soccer bag, and her beautiful lacy underwear with every thrust. I had never cum so hard and so much in all my marriage and I could hear the sloshing in her hand and between her thighs. I slowed my pace as the jets of cum waned, then I slipped from between Kasey’s thighs and rested on my haunches, fairly certain of what had just happened, but unclear of what it meant or what to do next.
Kasey turned and stood on her knees in front of me, pulling my face to her and planting her moist, sweet lips on mine, our tongues entwined. Her shirt was opened and her bra still on, but pulled off and above her small breasts. She leaned back and seductively took her cum-filled hand and began rubbing my hot spew over and over her tiny breasts, licking her hand at the very last.
She kissed me again, then whispered, “I’m yours now.”
I wanted nothing more than to take her right there, and as I kissed her I felt the urge building inside me again, but I made no effort to continue.
“God, you are incredible,” I sighed.
“I’m not sure that fat monster of yours will fit in me,” she said as she began rubbing my cock with both of her hands. I wanted to leave, to stop this before it got any further. She leaned down and slid her moist lips onto my cock and in no time I was at full attention once again and completely at her mercy.
She rose slowly to her feet and pulled me to mine. Her skirt fell back over her hips and covered the pot of hot wet gold I so desired. She buttoned her top and then stuffed my cock back into my pants.
Taking me by the hand, she led me to the door and tiptoed to peer through the peephole into the hallway.
“Let’s go to your place,” she said in a low voice.
With that she opened the door and led me across the hall and into my apartment. As I closed my door behind me, I turned and saw her walking down the hall of my apartment toward the master bedroom. She paused at the door and undid her skirt, allowing gravity to let it slowly slip down her thighs to the floor. She turned and disappeared into the dark of my bedroom, her white little ass wiggling slowing into the shadows. Closing and dead-bolting my door, I shuddered, rubbing the outline of hard cock, in anticipation of what was about to happen….
To be continued….
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