“Oh, yes.” He reached out to her, but she half turned away.
“Why don’t you help me with the hooks, Lover.”
He was trembling so badly it took him a couple of tries to unhook the two snaps on her bra. Then he was sweeping the straps off her shoulders to ravish her lovely mounds with his hungry eyes.
“You like?”
“You’re gorgeous.” And he cupped one handfilling beauty, hefting it and gently pinching the bright pink bud.
“I love your touch, darling.” She reached up to kiss him softly then pressed her cheek against his. “And most girls love it when their men kiss and suck and lick and bite and pinch their titties.” She was almost lost in her excitement when she remembered her role. As he leaned down to kiss her, she covered her breast with her hand. “Don’t rush it, Darling. Make her want your kiss. Hunger for your kiss.”
Confusion clouded his face.
“Kiss my face and ear, Darling.” And she closed her eyes as he followed her instructions. “Now my neck and shoulder…while you squeeze me…and my collarbone…now kiss my chest, Lover. Then let your tongue tickle the valley between my titties. And nip at me…and tease my nipple with your tongue. Oh, yes, Lover. Yes. That’s it. IIove it…And suck…like that. Oh, yes, Lover, bite my tittie.” She was thrashing on his lap and couldn’t believe he had her on the edge of a crashing orgasm. “Harder, Bobby, Harder.” And, as he bit her almost painfully, the wave flooded over her and left her sobbing and trembling in his arms.
Bobby didn’t know what was happening. “Are you alright, Darling? Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously.
She took a minute to recover, then looked up at him. “Oh, no, Darling, you didn’t hurt me. You gave me an orgasm, one of the nicest I’ve had in a long time. You did a wonderful job.” And she beamed at him before settling against his chest again.
After a few minutes, she pushed back and looked at him. “What would you like to do next?”
He knew with any doubt. “Could we do that again?”
She knew he was a keeper. “Oh, yes, Darling. I’d like that, too.
This time he delighted her without any instructions, squeezing her other breast…licking and sucking and biting and twisting and wringing sobs of pleasure from her as he covered almost every inch of her beautiful chest with his lips and tongue and cheeks and fingers. Building. Building. Until she was on the tip of the mountain again and falling into the well of wracking pleasure with a resounding scream.
As she lay in his arms, bathed in the afterglow, she couldn’t help thinking of The Prick, as she thought of her former husband. In four years of marriage he had never given more than passing consideration to what she wanted. What she needed. All he could think of was his own cock. He had persuaded her to swap with another couple and then left her for the other woman. Now she was in the arms of a boy who seemed intent on pleasing her…and it was heaven. Then she thought of the ultimate revenge. “Do you need to go to the bathroom as much as I do, sweetheart?”
Bobby was obviously relieved. “I sure do, Cindy. You go first.” He watched fascinated as she rose from his lap, her lovely breasts dancing for his pleasure. Her beautiful bottom wagging delightfully as she walked into the bathroom. And he rose to rearrange his rampant cock. What a relief.
When she returned she gave him a warm kiss. “Your turn, lover, but hurry, please.”
He was so erect he had to sit down to keep from splattering all over the floor. Then he was back beside her and her arms circled his neck as she kissed him hard. “Let me get this shirt off so I can feel you against my titties, Bobby. And her fingers made quick work of the buttons and peeled his shirt off.
“You’re a wonderful lover and you have a great body, too,” she beamed sweeping him with her eyes from shoulder to knee and noticing the obvious swelling at his groin. “What would you like to do now?”
“I’d rather know what you want to do now.”
She almost laughed. “You may be the first man in years to ask me that.” Then she circled him with her arms, flattening her full breasts against him and feeling the heat of his cock against her stomach. “What I’d like to do, my sweet, is help you with that problem.”
“What problem?”
She pressed her palm against his chest and ran it down to his waist, over his belt and onto the hard length of him. She squeezed him firmly as she smiled up into his face. “It has to be uncomfortable.” She could almost feel him blush.
“A little,” he admitted.
Cindy kissed his chest as she used both hands to unbuckle his belt. In a minute his trousers were down around his ankles and she was kneeling in front of him, helping him step out of the trousers. Then she was unsnapping his boxers to release his throbbing cock.
“Beautiful, Darling,” she smiled up at him, and she was caressing his length with her fingers and with her cheek. “What a nice cock, my dear. May I kiss him?”
“Oh, please,” he sobbed. And he watched with amazement as her lips kissed him from the base of his rod to the tip. She made the trip again after licking her lips to wet them. The third time she lapped him with her tongue…circling and lapping…and soon she had him dripping wet from her attentions. He caressed her head and shoulders and let his fingers tangle in her blonde curls. “That feels so wonderful, Darling.”
“There’s more,” she smiled. And she opened her lips to let them engulf the tip of his prick. He could feel her surrounding him with warmth, her tongue caressing him eagerly. And she bent lower to take an inch of him inside her mouth. “Wonderful.”
Slowly, slowly she played with him. Licking and sucking…enjoying the flavor of him. Pinching and biting gently while her fingers cupped and caressed his balls and the length of his rod. She had loved doing that with The Prick before he began cheating on her. Then she was taking Bobby deeper, bobbing her head up and down slowly to enjoy the feel of him. Knowing the pleasure she was giving him. “Delicious,” she smiled up at him.
Then Bobby moved his hands from her shoulders to hold her head. “God, Cindy, I’m about to come.” He might have pulled her head away, but she circled his thighs with her arms and kept her mouth firmly on his cock. And when she began to bob her head again, Bobby changed his grip to encourage her as he began to push in and out of her loving mouth. When he came he sent jet after jet of cum into her eager mouth and he almost fainted when she made a show of savoring and swallowing his seed.
Cindy was delighted to know that the taste of warm cum was still so exciting for her. And, as Bobby sagged back on the couch, she washed him gently to be sure she had harvested every delicious drop. She stayed on her knees between his legs while he recovered from his fantastic cum.
When she looked up at him, Bobby caressed her cheek. “My darling,” he said with growing confidence, do you know what I’d like now?”
“No,” she brightened, “tell me.”
“I’d like to see more of your beautiful legs.”
“Oh you would, would you?” she teased.
“May I?”
She rose to stand in front of him then reached for the hem of her bright blue skirt. She raised it slowly across the tops of her stockings…across the cream flesh of her thighs until he could see just the hint of her lips covered by the lacy panties. “Is this what you had in mind, kind sir?” And before he could do much more than nod, she turned. “Or was it more like this?” and she continued raising the skirt until his eyes could feast on the firm globes of her beautiful ass and the deep crack between them.
Bobby didn’t even try to resist. He leaned forward to run his hands over her thighs and rump before pressing his lips hard against her firm cheek. “Wonderful. Wonderful. Better than my wildest dreams.” And she was leaning back, lost in the pleasure of his attention.
When she turned again, the skirt was still up almost to her stomach so he could see all of the bright blue triangle of fabric that covered her. He could see the blonde curls that crept out from under the lacy fringe. And the moist spot between the lips of her puss. His cock was as hard as it had ever been. And he couldn’t keep his hands off her legs and her hips and her stomach and her beautiful rump. And he pulled her close to cover her stomach with kisses as his fingers continued to squeeze her cheeks.
“Do you suppose you could help me with these damp panties, Darling?”
He could and he did, stripping them gently down to her knees and then off her feet one at a time while keeping his gaze on the warm mound almost touching his nose. It was his first look at a real, live pussy in all his 19 years and seeing it and smelling it had him almost faint.
“See anything you like, fella’?” she teased.
“I like everything I see, beautiful.”
Cindy turned and sat that wonderful bottom down on his thighs. His hands immediately found her breasts and pinched and squeezed before moving to caress her stomach and hips and thighs.
She reached for his hand and kissed it. Then she took one finger into her mouth and licked and sucked it for a minute before moving his hand down between her thighs. “Can you feel this little button, Lover?” she asked as she presed his finger between her moist lips.
“Oh, yes.”
“Well, that’s my clit. And most girls can’t resist a man who pays attention to her clit.” He was a fast learner and was quickly caressing her love button so enthusiastically she was almost faint.
Bobby almost panicked when she half rose from his lap. But then he felt her hand reaching between her legs to grip his prick. In a moment she had aimed it at her love nest and was sinking slowly, her heat engulfing him.
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