This was one little piece of heaven, fucking this little angel’s face. Her mouth was small and inexperienced, so she couldn’t take the whole shaft. This caused her a little distress. But John was intensely watching her and he seemed pleased.
As he stroked her gorgeous mane of blond hair, muttering, “Beautiful, perfect, sweetheart…” She sucked and moved her mouth ambitiously on his cock head – a busy little bee, she was! Coating it with a thick layer of saliva, she dutifully tried to please him as best he could.
He liked the feeling of her saliva running down the length of his shaft, hanging in a slick droplet from his cum-full balls, and splashing on her arm.
She developed a rhythmic technique – moving her mouth, sucking quick little sucks while working her tongue all around the shiny big head. Her sweet little pussy was dripping, she could feel it – it almost felt like she’d wet her panties there was so much lubrication from her constant, intense arousal – yes indeed, she liked the way this stud took charge.
He began to buck against her face and grunt, making her cum instantly at the thrill, especially when she felt his weighty orbs bump against her chin. He was fucking her pretty mouth, and that felt so hot. He stopped short of cumming, since he had other plans for this lovely lass.
He pulled his cock out of her loving wet throat and lifted himself up, bringing his taut, swaying balls to her open mouth. He held her chin firmly and brought her obedient lips to the smooth skin of his sack.
“Open your mouth wide, sweet baby,” he commanded. Feeling her panting breath on them sent him spinning. He was crazed with lust for this stunning little cock sucker, this oral princess. As his balls came to rest on her open mouth, she couldn’t believe how sexy and full they felt. They hung on either side of her open mouth. She began to work her tongue along them, savoring their salty male muskiness, yet another trigger for her dripping pussy. She licked below them a little, not too far back, just far enough to savor the musky elixir of his perineum. The slithering of her tongue just at the base of his crack thrilled him, and her as well.
As she returned to suckle the heavy eggs below his towering cock, which she gazed awestruck at, he began to whisper, in an almost incantatory way, these words… “These carry my seed, angel, and the seed is all for you – I want you to take it as a gift from me, as you please and inspire me so much. It is your beauty that causes these balls to make my seed, more and more of it. You’re an inspiration.”
Now, only minutes later, her elbows bent and legs spread, she was fully open to his rear entry. He told her to spread her pussy lips with her fingers. He was ready to start really fucking her now.
He placed both of his powerful hands on her delicate young shoulders and she could feel the thrust as he pulled her back toward him.
OH! She thought he must have slid all the way in with his massive cock, and started to piston in and out of her, the length of him seeming to take forever to retreat, and reenter, her tiny, magnificent pussy.
He was saying sexy, filthy, hot things into her ear… “Hot little slut, such a sweet ass… I wanna cum in your beautiful mouth, you sweet piece of ass….Oh my god you have a wet little cunt… fantasizing about you for weeks…”
OH! More thrusting! He took his hands off her shoulders and reached around and underneath her with one to expertly touch her clit. He told her to reach down herself and touch there, and then to reach further down and feel where his cock entered her pussy.
She was amazed at the way her little hole had stretched to accommodate him. She was clutching his cock right as it entered her, marveling at the hardness, the girth.
“Reach further back, angel.” She did, and found his swinging balls. God they were so big! They felt heavy in the palm of her pretty girlish hand. He loved her hands on his big, heavy balls; they felt so sweet and feminine. “Play with them with your delicate hands, my pretty girl.” She LOVED when he called her his pretty girl. She clutched and tugged on them gently with her sexy hand.
Then recalling her earlier mini fantasy, she explored bravely behind them a little, finding the beginning of the crease of his ass. Her middle finger wiggled around back there, sliding up and down the smooth, sweat-lubricated crack. She had loved how he touched and licked her ass.
“That’s my good little angel. Find my ass and just rub it with your finger. That’s my good girl.”
She toyed with the tight ring of his ass for a while, realizing it was clean and tight, and began pushing in to her first knuckle. She started jiggling her hand to send vibrations through her finger, into his ass and up his spine. This was the finest girl he’d ever trained. “I am a lucky man, angel. You are beautiful.” She smiled to herself and pushed further into him.
He was so kind, and wise and experienced. She wished she could really BE this man’s girl. Maybe she could. But she was, after all, only a teenager. He was, what, 45? 46? He didn’t LOOK it, but he must be that old….
He was more than twice her age, nearly three times! Dasha felt safe with and protected by him, safe in the knowledge that he was wise and knew what to do and was showing her how.
She could smell his musky male scent, stronger now that he was fucking her, thrusting his big cock into her, and she could smell her own scent, one of feminine arousal and sexual desire. She loved how the two scents mingled.
He was enjoying the view from his vantage point. What man wouldn’t enjoy this view! A slender 18 year old blond on all fours while he mounted her from behind… there just isn’t much in the world more beautiful than this, he thought, as she shook her blond mane, and as he watched the arch in her back bend more as she helped him work his cock into her, as she approached orgasm after orgasm, he could see between her ass cheeks, the hairless, clean hole, and below that, his throbbing cock and her impossibly stretched pussy. Yes, he had a great view.
She continued to think about his scent. She’d smelled him most when he’d taken her hair in his hands and brought her mouth to his cock. The way he grabbed her and forced himself into her mouth was so hot. Of course she knew he was gentle and that this was sexy and not violent. He was showing her what he liked, and showing her what SHE liked.
When he’d squatted over her mouth and told her to lick his balls, she again smelled his strong musky scent. She decided without hesitation that it was a smell she liked. She licked his balls lovingly and even drew them into her mouth. They filled her mouth and felt good…two egg shaped orbs, on in each cheek. He brought her hand up to jack him off while she suckled his amazing balls. “Good girl,” he praised her.
She was worried about how her fingers didn’t go all the way around his cock. Was she pleasing him enough even though her hand was so small? His cock looked like a baseball bat in her hand. She didn’t know it, but he loved how small her hand was as it wrapped sweetly around his cock. There was room for both of her hands and her mouth. This was a good thing.
One Week Earlier….
A hot little mouth sucking his cock. That’s what he needed. Yes: he NEEDED it. He needed his beautiful lover, resplendent in her ‘uniform’ — a naughty leather number with a little thong back, studded bra, and dog collar — servicing him as he’d become accustomed. She was a good girl, and he missed her.
She was gone. Maybe forever. He didn’t know for sure. He did know, however, that she was the best lover he’d ever had, and that she was the best-trained young lady he’d ever had the pleasure of teaching. That was his expertise: to train a willing girl how to please a man.
Longing for his lover’s tongue and hands and sweet pussy, he dozed in the hot afternoon sun. He was secluded in his backyard, unseen — or so he believed — and he lay on a chaise lounge, on his back, in a tight, revealing swim brief. Given his thoughts, his cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against the stretchy material and showed him to be well endowed and highly aroused.
And in his relaxed mental state he had no inhibitions, so he brought his hand to his cock and petted it through his briefs for a moment, pretending it was HER hand, but he didn’t begin to jack off in earnest. He so longed for his lovely girl’s trained touch, to feel her fingers, much more slender and delicate than his own, begin by petting him through the briefs, whispering to him how hot he looked in his suit.
“Oh, lover, what a stud you are in your sexy bikini. The girls on the beach would drip like slutty little angels and want to drop to their knees before you and pay their tribute; they’d want to touch themselves seeing your so clearly masculine figure. They would even check out your big balls and want to taste them, to lick them and taste their musky manly flavor, and they would love it. Their mouths, and their cunts, would moisten at the very thought of you fucking their pretty faces.”
She kissed the straining bulge. Then, pulling loose the drawstring and freeing his manhood, she’d wrap her perfectly feminine hand gently, even shyly, around his stiff shaft, to stroke him like a good girl. “Is this how you like it, master?”
He ached to have her delicate tongue dancing along his shaft, her sweet princess lips kissing his full, heavy, swollen balls, to feel her licking up from his hardness along his taut belly to his nipples, which she’d suck as she gripped his large cock with both hands and jacked him off. She’d ask him sweetly, “Can I please lick your perfect ass, master?” To which he’d say, yes, of course. She’d nuzzle down there and cum loudly as she licked between his taut, firm cheeks.
He imagined cumming in thick jets as she returned to jacking him off, their tongues entangled in a hot french kiss as his own fingers explored her pussy deeply. He loved to fuck her, she was such a perfectly fuckable, sweet sexy piece of obedient ass – but there were so many other delightful ways to spend time with her as well…
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