Dasha’s Training by sleakstryder

Dasha’s Training by sleakstryder

“Arch your back, angel. This requires your help. That’s a good girl.”

She took his long thick cock out of her mouth and obediently, eagerly turned away from him and arched her back just as he’d told her. “Is this right, John?” she asked innocently. He grunted, then said in her ear, “Call me master, my sweet little angel.”

GOD! She loved this. Her pussy fairly twitched at the command to call him master. She was living a dream come true.

It was sweet young Dasha’s first time. She was 18 and learning how to fuck a real man — her next door neighbor, John. He was so experienced – a much older man. She felt so lucky, hot little Dasha, as she pliantly knelt on all fours on a beach towel, her most private areas totally exposed to this amazing sex god behind her.

In moments, he had his finger inside of her pussy, probing and prodding, praising her wetness, running his thick manly digits along her wet, smooth slit and then diving back in. He admired the clean, hairless, puckered little asshole above where he fucked her with his fingers. His mind began to work, and his mouth began to water.

She was glad she’d gotten that waxing a few days ago. Not that she was very hairy – her tender age and light complexion meant her little blonde muff was fine and slight. Still, she was glad she’d gotten it all fixed up for her master. She was hoping it was to his liking. Just then, “You have a beautiful cunt, baby,” he huffed in the sexiest voice she’d ever heard. “So smooth and perfect.”

“Thank you, master.”

Her cunt gushed right then and there. And she didn’t know why, but she loved being on all fours with this handsome older man behind her. She felt sexy and beautiful and wanted, to be sure. But she also felt naughty, and she really liked to feel naughty!

She knew one thing for sure: she’d never been touched like this by a boy at school! They just jacked off onto her pretty dress, or pulled her dress up and pawed her little wet pussy through her wispy, delicate lace panties. It always seemed like fumbling, though, and sometimes it even hurt. She never came that way, not like she did in her bedroom while fantasizing over her teacher, Mr Smith. But that was another story…

They’d grab her delicate hands and lead them to their hard cocks, have her unzip them, hold their taut shafts in her hands and stroke them. They would swoon, moaning how good it felt. The hand jobs did excite her, for sure, and the boys never failed to shoot off all over her pretty little dress, and that was kind of hot. But they weren’t very interested in pleasing her.

John, on the other hand, was older and more experienced. He was taking it slow, and has taking care of her! Wow! He was really working her with his fingers, and she was really liking it!

Suddenly she felt a prodding, wet finger against her tight virgin anus. OH My! That was not a finger! That was a tongue! She was more than a little shocked – he had bent down, and now tongued her ass while fingering her. It made her jump. She’d never imagined! And those boys – they’d NEVER do that! The feeling was amazing, especially when he got enough tongue up inside her to be able to push it in and pull it out like he was fucking her with it.

Slightly, charmingly shy, she nonetheless began to move herself against this man’s fingers and tongue. That was making her lovely doe eyes roll back in her pretty little head. And she deduced that he was clearly enjoying it himself as well, based on the sounds he was making as he thoroughly licked her behind. She felt like she’d unearthed his animal nature, and that was so exciting. There was that naughty feeling again!

She imagined, just for a moment, returning the favor – kneeling behind this incredible man, spreading his taut, cute cheeks, with her pretty slender hands, and licking him THERE, right on his hole, while petting those huge balls hanging below his cute, tight behind…. now THAT was a naughty idea! The thought sent her into another intense orgasm, making her hips buck in the process. She cried out as he lapped at her sweet hole and pinched her tense throbbing clit.

There was a break in the action behind her. His tongue left her tight hole, and the wetness there felt hot, especially when she could feel the coolness of his breathing hit his copious saliva that fairly dripped from her precious asshole.

Suddenly his cock was at her mouth again. “Suck it, angel. Make it wet for your stud so he can fuck you. There’s a good girl.” He bucked his hips as she pliantly accepted his phallus. She was a good girl, indeed. She clutched his balls gently and hefted them in her hands, feeling the weight of them, and thrilling at it. He MUST be a real stud, she mused, his balls are huge! He drew his cock out of her mouth, patted her on the head and kissed her deeply.

Then he reached down and was spreading her pussy lips – swollen and plump with her charming arousal. The feel of her slippery, velvet slit made his cock twitch.

She gasped as she felt John’s cock — so large, but thoroughly lubricated — bump against her smooth young pussy, which was aroused and open like a lovely flower. Slippery with her saliva as well as the slick ambrosia that seemed to fairly drip and gush from her pussy, it hurt a little but felt amazing as it began to work its way into her.

“Oh, angel, arch your pretty back for me, baby. You are so fucking hot.”

Her back arched pertly, like a kitten being petted along its spine. She gazed behind her to see her towering, powerful lover. She thrilled at the gentle rubbing his thumb was giving her anus. Giddy with schoolgirl lust, she wiggled her little ass instinctively.

The look of her shaking her sweet behind was beguiling. Yes, he thought, he liked it when she did that, and asked her to do it again. She did, and he groaned in pleasure. “Are you alright?” She asked. “Mmmm, I’m more than alright, angel.” He switched thumbs on her anus, licking the one that had just left it to whet it, and replacing the second again.

She was in heaven. She smiled, and felt as happy as she’d ever been. It wasn’t just the cock, either: she loved the feeling of having this powerful, older man behind her, mounting her and dominating her. She liked being taught how to fuck, and told what to do, and this guy did that.

He came down on his hands, arms on either side of her slender torso. His head was over hers, and he let his face fall into her beautiful blond hair… he smelled fruity shower gel, lip gloss – girlish, feminine things. Just the sweet young scent of her made his cock twitch, made him want to thrust home, deep into her little cunt.

He did give a short fucking thrust, but just a little one: he didn’t want to hurt this precious angel in the least. She wasn’t quite ready for a real, rough fucking. Not yet. There would be time.

He balls swayed full and heavy behind him. They dangled against his upper thighs. He wished he had a girl behind him to lick his balls and play with her clit. Another time…

His cock throbbed again. “I wish you could like my balls while I fuck you, angel.”

She couldn’t believe how hot this talk was. She turned back toward him, said, quite honestly: “I wish I could lick them too, master. I wish I could take them into my little mouth one at a time and suck them.”

“That’s a good girl. I’d really like that, baby. You have a very pretty mouth. You can lick and suck my balls any time you’d like.” She moaned in thrilling pleasure at his words and at his big cock pushing further into her.

He was very pleased to be training this young lady how to fuck. There was definite pride on his mind, for having caught this wild little angel for himself. She was perhaps the prettiest, and youngest, he’d ever had, at least since he’d been 18 himself – which was a while ago! Lucky? Fuck yes. And so is she, he thought with a smile. She would have agreed.

He nibbled at her ears gently and growled like an animal. He licked her ears and moaned, the sound of a desperate beast, rutting, needful, just like he was. He moved his cock a little bit more into her tight virginal cunt. He loved how she kept turning back at him and moaning, looking smokey-eyed.

Standing, she might have come up as high as his chest. Petite. Perfect. She was half his size, it seemed, and his athletic body, muscular and full, was in sharp contrast to her teenage frame, shapely but slight and thin in all the right places.

Narrow waist, delicate shoulders, smallish breasts with little nipples, now larger than ever due to her intense arousal, but small nonetheless. He pulled on them as he pushed further into her. She liked how he pulled on them roughly, pinched them, and squeezed her nipples hard.

She loved it all – the way his body covered hers, the way his arms rested on her back, his hands going through her hair, the way he lightly rubbed the ring of her anus, the way he pulled her hair to bring her lips to his and kiss and tongue her pretty mouth while he slid a little more of his big shaft into her, the way he pushed his middle finger between her pouty lips and fucked her mouth with it.

He was definitely in charge, and that made her pussy drip with excitement. He’d told her to arch her back again and again, so she made sure her little ass was pointed up and her pussy thrust back toward him as much as possible. When she’d re-check her back to make sure it was arched, he’d praise her. “Good girl,” he’d say. And she loved it.

Being fucked doggie style felt so hot too – it was like the way animals mate, and that was exciting. She felt like a lucky little cave girl being taken by the clan’s top alpha-male; or the newest harem girl being trained by the handsome sheik; or the cutest cheerleader being fucked by the hot coach (she’d already had the quarterback at school groping her; he was a loser).

A few minutes earlier John had cradled her head in his hands and fed her his cock. She sucked the big bulbous head, and felt the thick veins and throbbing shaft pulsating in her mouth. He loved the sensation, no doubt – but he loved the site as well – this petite young lady, the height of class, her cheeks bulging, desperately taking as much of him as she could. A dear, sweet site indeed.