When I felt her hand upon mine as it rested lightly on her waist, I thought for sure she was about to force it away, thus ending our kiss which for me became the most intense experience I had ever had in my entire life. I was dead wrong of course, and thankfully so. As her hand covered mine, I felt it lifting me, not moving me away from her, but upwards, until it rested even more lightly against the firmness of her cotton covered breast. Like a cat kneading some downy covering, my hands and fingers flexed, digging softly into her flesh, eliciting a soft mewling sound from her as they did.
I heard more than saw the door to her bedroom opening. In the next instant, I was floating along side her as we somehow managed to move without breaking just inside the door to her room. Only then did I glance up into her face, seeing the expression of desire in her eyes that I had only fantasized and imagined in the privacy of my own bathroom.
I didn’t know what to tell her, what to say. I could merely stammer out my fear and lack of experience regarding women in so few words.
She didn’t seem surprised by that. A knowing look, a gentle touch as she led me further into her bedroom. Guiding me like an experienced dancer across the room, I felt myself gently pushed down onto the end of her bed were I collapsed unceremoniously, still staring at her as she reached down grabbing the waistband of her sweatshirt, pulling it up and over her head in one fell swoop.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, the words sounding far away as though someone else had actually spoken them.
As though in slow motion, I first saw the gentle swell of each rounded breast come magnificently into view. Time stood still as that sensual female flesh appeared in small increments until those caramel colored nipples were suddenly revealed, each capped by a taut, deliciously well rounded nipple. By the time she had finished removing her entire shirt, I felt like I had lived and died a thousand life times. Then, just like I had seen her do before, she cupped each within her hands, massaging the flesh, but unlike before, this time she did so with the intention of caressing herself, and not as though massaging out some hidden ache or pain she’d been nursing. As she crossed her arms, each hand finding a swollen nipple, she pulled them, pinching them until they were even harder, firmer than they had been if that were possible.
“Oh my God Karen!” I heard myself saying in repetition. “You truly are beautiful!”
Though the color had remained within her cheeks, it became quickly apparent it was no longer from shyness or embarrassment, but from pure unadulterated lust and desire. Without so much as a single breath, she pulled down the hem of her sweatpants, rolling them gracefully down her legs, revealing as she did that she had likewise removed her panties before putting them on. Revealed before me, another sight I had never before seen, a thin carefully manicured strip of fine downy soft hair reaching upwards from the apex of her sex towards the most sensual looking naval imaginable.
Mesmerized, held in a hypnotic trance, once again in slow motion, I watched as her hand traveled downwards between her legs as she parted them ever so slightly, a finger disappearing from view momentarily, motion, then withdrawal as she lifted it upwards towards her face. I watched as her fingers sought out her mouth, parting her lips like a welcome lover as she tasted herself, sucking the abundance of juices she found there with a degree of ecstasy and delight that triggered a release of wanton lubrication from my straining, still confined penis.
As she continued to lick whatever residue of her femininity she had found there, her other hand made the same trip downwards, until it too had sought out and found the nectar that existed between her legs. This time however, as she withdrew her hand, rather than reaching up to repeat the erotic performance I had just witnessed, she crossed over towards me, holding out that tantalizing finger. As she did, I took it as delicately as though she’d offered me some sort of fragile flower in danger of falling apart within a sudden unexpected breeze. Slipping it into my mouth, I lost myself in the fragrance of her musky smell, delighted at the sweetness that assailed my taste buds, short-circuiting them momentarily as I became intoxicated, drunk in the essence of her soul.
Sitting as I was, when Karen stood next to me, her breasts hung invitingly at eye level. After savoring her sweet tasting finger, it became natural to me to reach out, cupping her perfect twin globes within my hands. I drew each of her hard nubs in turn within my mouth, paying equal homage to them, sucking, licking and causing her knees to weaken as I drove her passionately towards bliss.
As excited as I was, I couldn’t quit shaking however. Every nerve ending in my entire body was aflame. The fact that I was sitting here caressing and kissing the first breasts I’d ever seen, let alone touched, had overloaded my senses. When I felt Karen pull away, forcing me to relinquish that soft female flesh, I thought briefly that this magical moment had come to an end. Karen knelt on the floor before me, her eyes sweeping across my face in wild desire. As her hands began to fumble with my belt, then tugging at the zipper on my jeans, it finally registered as to what she was doing.
“Lift your ass up,” she whispered, instructing me.
I closed my eyes. As strange as it may sound, the gentle coaxing of her voice as she helped me remove my pants reminded me a little of my mother helping me to undress when I had been a much younger child. And though the comfort of that soothed my nerves, the last thing I wanted at this particular moment was to be reminded of my mother! That concern melted like ice cream on a hot summers day however as I felt the coolness of the air within the room suddenly envelope my prick as it burst free of my jeans and shorts, both of which now entangled themselves around my ankles. The touch of Karen’s hand about my swollen member sent a series of shock waves coursing up and down my spine. With my eyes still shut, now feeling as though held that way with glue, I sensed a differing feeling, unlike anything I had ever known before.
“Chad. Lay back honey, relax!” she spoke hypnotically to me.
I felt Karen’s lips gently working the super-sensitive tip of my prick, her tongue lightly dancing along the shaft of my cock. I kept my eyes tightly closed, almost afraid that if I opened them, she would dissolve in front of me like some sort of mirage, waking to find myself in bed, alone…dreaming.
But it was real. Her mouth softly devoured me in ways that I could never have imagined. Her hands gently caressed my arousal in slow gentle strokes that accompanied the teasing, tantalizing manipulations of my tightened balls as one hand cupped, caressing and kneading them.
“Does it feel good honey? Do you like that?” she asked, the sound of her voice dream-like as she spoke.
I could only moan, uttering unintelligible sounds and emotions as they all fought for the right to escape my lips in some effort to assure her that I was indeed enjoying the incredible onslaught of my tingling prick.
I felt the smile on her face surrounding my hardness as she accepted that, drawing me inside even deeper than she had been. I felt the warmth of her throat, the gentle caress of her tongue as she all but swallowed me, felt my ball-sack tighten in anticipation of release, suddenly aware of that possibility. My eyes opening in bewilderment, near panic as I fought briefly to sit up.
The sight of Karen kneeling before me, my prick disappearing in and out of her mouth as her head bobbed in lusty playfulness quickly dispelled any fear or anxiety I might have had. Seeing her, watching her, was the most erotic, joyful thing I had ever witnessed.
Karen drew my orgasm from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I wasn’t really aware it had begun, as my entire body was one simultaneous climax. She knew what was happening however, coaxing my balls with her hand to release the pleasure that had been building there. Her mouth lovingly sucking the head of my prick as the first glorious jettison of my ecstasy began filling it with sweet tingling sensations of pleasure that threatened to rob me of my sanity.
The two things that took me by surprise more than anything else, was the intensity of my orgasm, and the fact that I was spending myself inside Karen’s mouth. In all the years since I’d first learned to masturbate, I had never experienced such a pleasurable orgasm such as this. And watching as Karen’s succulent lips continued to drain my seemingly continuous jettison of cum was beyond my wildest expectations. Though she didn’t actually swallow my cream, as she allowed it to flow back out from the corner of her lips, the visual knowledge of what she had done for me as it poured from her mouth sliding back down the side of my shaft sent additional spasms of pleasure throughout my entire body. As the force of my climax ebbed, she continued stroking my shaft, now using the slick pearly substance of my cream to further pleasure me with. Only then did she look up into my face, smiling with the faint traces of my sperm clinging to her lips in a decadent, yet sultry display that once again took my breath away.
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