“Oh, God, honey…”
My fingertips dug into the firm muscles of his ass and held him to me, marveling at how wonderful it was to have a man on top of me, making love to me. I’d waited for him to be the first, because I knew it would be amazing. I had yet to be even remotely disappointed in my older lover. He slid out of me, unexpectedly.
“What?”
“Turn around.”
I was confused. “Why?”
“Lay on your stomach. I’ll do you from behind, but finger yourself.”
Now I understood. I rolled over and offered him an unobstructed view of my bottom. His hand was on me in a flash.
“This is so nice.” He massaged my ass, kneading and pushing the globes together. “It’s the nicest I’ve ever seen. Cheerleading agrees with you.”
I slid my hand down my belly to my clit, where I rubbed myself like he had instructed. He leaned over me, prodding me with his huge cock. I closed my eyes expecting pain, but instead, he slid right in. Then he began to thrust back and forth, filling me completely each time. This new position had him hitting something sensitive in the inner reaches of my pussy. Tingles burst in my core, spreading out to my tummy and beyond. My fingers rubbed my moist clit, teasing and encouraging the edges of release, which threatened sweetly.
“Is this better?” he gasped.
“Yes. I…love it.”
“I bet you do, you naughty girl.”
He increased his pumping, working me harder. From this angle, his cock didn’t plunge quite as far, which was a relief. It was the perfect length now, bringing me closer to the promised land of sexual gratification. My body tensed, preparing to purge itself of a much-needed climax. The slow build began to compound alarmingly, to such a point, my ears rang and my body flushed. I thrust my ass up, matching his movements, and together we danced rhythmically in perfect unison, until I grasped the sheets and stifled a scream as wave after wave of blissful release had me shuddering and convulsing beneath him.
“Oh, Stephen!”
“What a good girl. Cum on my cock.”
I moaned into the bed, stunned by how incredible that had just felt. Tiny beads of sweat had formed on my forehead, and exhaustion overcame me. Stephen slid out, leaving me dripping with the moisture of my own arousal.
His hand was on my ass. “You want to suck this, honey?”
“I’d love to.”
Chapter Four
He lay on the bed, and I took him into my hands, marveling at how wet he felt. I smelled myself on him, which was naughty.
“You’re wonderful, Emma.”
I took him into my mouth, and he groaned. I sucked the engorged tip aggressively, pushing against him with my tongue. Knowing that I wasn’t a virgin anymore thrilled me to the core. I felt like a woman for the first time in my life. I knew what it was like to have a man’s cock buried deep, pleasuring me. I hoped my stepdaddy would fuck me often from this day forward. I wouldn’t even need a boyfriend now, because I had my father to take care of that. Oh, that’s a dirty thought.
Inhaling him whole, I gagged, taking him to the back of my throat. His hands went to my head, pushing me lower. A rush of saliva rose up as tears filled my eyes. I tamped down the gag reflex and continued to devour him as best as I could.
“Oh…God…that’s nice.”
His tummy tensed and released with each of my sucks. Wet, squishy sounds filled the room, and saliva gushed down the length of his shaft.
“Honey!” He pulled himself from my grasp and pumped the end. “Do…you can eat it, if you want. Open your mouth.”
I’d tasted spunk before from a previous boyfriend, so I wasn’t unprepared for the salty quality of such an offering. I waited for it to breach the threshold. The end suddenly erupted with a stream of hot, white fluid, which squirted into my mouth and pooled on my tongue.
“Oh, shit! Ooohh…Emma…ooohhh…”
He smiled at me tiredly, and I opened my mouth to show him the fruits of his labor. I was filled with his warm cum, which I swallowed.
Stephen collapsed on the bed. “I’m…that was so amazing.”
I snuggled into him and laid my arm across his chest. “It was very nice.”
He drew me to him. “We have to keep quiet about this. Your mom would be so hurt if she knew.”
“I know.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this again.”
“Why not?”
“You know why not.”
I glanced at him to find him looking guilty and worried. “It’ll be fine. I won’t say anything. We’ll be very careful.”
“This could be a vacation thing; a vacation weakness thing. Like people who do stupid stuff when they travel to other countries or something.”