MY WICKED, WANTON LIFE
PART XI
I lowered her gently to the bed so that she sat with her legs dangling over the side. I parted her knees, knelt between them and studied the rapid rise and fall of her pert breasts. Before I had time to do more than that, she raised her legs, encircled my waist with them and pulled me towards her. I came to rest on top of her, my cock perfectly placed on top of her pubic mound, my mouth hovering over hers. Heat from her vagina radiated through the material of my jeans. This was as close as our genitals had ventured in over six months, and I was almost ready to burst. I ground my crotch against hers and kissed her full on the mouth.
“I want to see you naked,” she said, when the kiss ended.
I rose to my feet, unfastened my jeans and stepped out of them. She watched, licking her lips, but I knew from previous conversations she would be reluctant to take my penis into her mouth. Because her husband had forced her to perform this act, I was anxious to demonstrate that all men weren’t animals, that sex was above all a consensual act. Slowly I slid my jocks down my legs, my cock leaping to attention. A drop of pre-cum glistened on its head. Her eyes widened, and she reached out to touch it.
I brushed her hand aside, stepped out of my jocks and cast them aside. “Not yet,” I said, grinning. “You’ll get your turn once I’ve devoured those panties.” I dropped to my knees again and lowered my face towards her pussy. A hot, musky aroma wafted into my nostrils.
“Wait.” She placed a hand on my head and prevented me from touching her. “I’m scared.”
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?” I caressed the insides of her thighs.
She trembled. “No, it’s not that.”
“What then?”
“No one’s ever done anything like this to me before.”
“Not even your husband?”
“He didn’t like looking at my... down there.”
“Relax.” I removed her hand from my head and kissed her fingers. “I guarantee you’ll love it. Either that, or I’ll give you a refund.”
She chuckled and relaxed a little. “How could any woman refuse such a romantic offer? Please continue.”
“Your wish is my command.” I lowered my head and began running my tongue along the inside of her thigh, just below the panty line. I felt her tremble, but she didn’t stop me. Drawn to the musky odour emanating from between her legs, I began licking the narrow strip of taut material covering her most secret location. The panties tasted of strawberries. I pushed with my tongue, forcing the material inside her.
“Oh, God! That’s incredible!” She entangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my face closer against her crotch.
Encouraged by her words, I began nibbling at the sopping material against which my mouth was pressed. She raised her legs, placed them on my shoulders, and entwined them behind my neck. I was trapped. I couldn’t move away even if I wanted to. But I had no plans to do anything of the kind. Besides, her actions had provided greater access to her fanny, and I increased the force and frequency of my nibbling. Soon, I’d bitten a hole in the crotch of the panties, and I pushed my tongue through this opening, sending it darting into her cunt. It was lush and wet and tasted salty and sweet at the same time.
Her fingers gripped my hair fiercely, and she began pulling and pushing my head so that she now dictated the rhythm of my tongue as it plunged into the wet, hot opening between her legs. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop until I come.”
I raised my head a little. “Your wish is my command.” Not waiting for a response, I began tearing at the strawberry-flavoured material with my teeth. Soon, the panties were in tatters and I explored her pussy with my lips, tongue and teeth. She writhed and thrashed about on the bed as if in the throes of a seizure, but she didn’t ask me to stop. When I felt a shudder run through her entire body, I raised my head, slid forward until I was on top of her and, without using my hands, guided my cock inside the wet, slick opening between her legs. If I believed in Heaven, this is what it would feel like.
“Was that as good as I promised?” I placed a kiss on her lips and studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wide and wild. Her long, auburn hair--fanned out on the bedclothes like a cluster of autumn leaves--was now mussed and streaked with sweat.
“Better.” She batted her eyelashes and bit her bottom lip. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”
“Then your husband obviously didn’t know what he was doing.” I flexed my hips ever so slightly so that my penis performed slow, circular movements inside her.
She sighed. “I’m beginning to think you’re right. He only ever seemed interested in pleasing himself, never me.”
“More fool him.” I kissed her again and began sliding my erection in and out, taking it slow, making sure she felt every thrust, no matter how small. I didn’t want to rush this part of our coupling. For one thing, I didn’t want to come too early. For another, I wanted to extend her pleasure as long as possible.
When the kiss ended, she licked her lips. “So that's what I taste like... down there. I’ve always wondered.”
“Why don’t you call it by its proper name?”
“You mean...?” She shook her head and lowered her lashes. Her cheeks grew even more inflamed. “I can’t use that kind of language.”
“Why not?” I increased the in-and-out motion ever so slightly.
She gasped. “Because... because it’s not ladylike.”
“Neither is what you’re doing right now.”
“I guess not, but this is... this is different somehow.”
“So, what do you call your pubic area?”
“If I call it anything, I’d call it my vagina, but it’s not something....”
“That’s a good start. Tell me what you’d like me to do to your vagina.”
“Make it come again.”
“Make what come again?”
She hesitated for the briefest moment, her eyes holding mine. “Make my... make my vagina come again.”
“I guess that’ll do for today.” As a reward for her efforts, I grabbed her by the waist and thrust into her as hard as I could.
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I lowered her gently to the bed so that she sat with her legs dangling over the side. I parted her knees, knelt between them and studied the rapid rise and fall of her pert breasts. Before I had time to do more than that, she raised her legs, encircled my waist with them and pulled me towards her. I came to rest on top of her, my cock perfectly placed on top of her pubic mound, my mouth hovering over hers. Heat from her vagina radiated through the material of my jeans. This was as close as our genitals had ventured in over six months, and I was almost ready to burst. I ground my crotch against hers and kissed her full on the mouth.
“I want to see you naked,” she said, when the kiss ended.
I rose to my feet, unfastened my jeans and stepped out of them. She watched, licking her lips, but I knew from previous conversations she would be reluctant to take my penis into her mouth. Because her husband had forced her to perform this act, I was anxious to demonstrate that all men weren’t animals, that sex was above all a consensual act. Slowly I slid my jocks down my legs, my cock leaping to attention. A drop of pre-cum glistened on its head. Her eyes widened, and she reached out to touch it.
I brushed her hand aside, stepped out of my jocks and cast them aside. “Not yet,” I said, grinning. “You’ll get your turn once I’ve devoured those panties.” I dropped to my knees again and lowered my face towards her pussy. A hot, musky aroma wafted into my nostrils.
“Wait.” She placed a hand on my head and prevented me from touching her. “I’m scared.”
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?” I caressed the insides of her thighs.
She trembled. “No, it’s not that.”
“What then?”
“No one’s ever done anything like this to me before.”
“Not even your husband?”
“He didn’t like looking at my... down there.”
“Relax.” I removed her hand from my head and kissed her fingers. “I guarantee you’ll love it. Either that, or I’ll give you a refund.”
She chuckled and relaxed a little. “How could any woman refuse such a romantic offer? Please continue.”
“Your wish is my command.” I lowered my head and began running my tongue along the inside of her thigh, just below the panty line. I felt her tremble, but she didn’t stop me. Drawn to the musky odour emanating from between her legs, I began licking the narrow strip of taut material covering her most secret location. The panties tasted of strawberries. I pushed with my tongue, forcing the material inside her.
“Oh, God! That’s incredible!” She entangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my face closer against her crotch.
Encouraged by her words, I began nibbling at the sopping material against which my mouth was pressed. She raised her legs, placed them on my shoulders, and entwined them behind my neck. I was trapped. I couldn’t move away even if I wanted to. But I had no plans to do anything of the kind. Besides, her actions had provided greater access to her fanny, and I increased the force and frequency of my nibbling. Soon, I’d bitten a hole in the crotch of the panties, and I pushed my tongue through this opening, sending it darting into her cunt. It was lush and wet and tasted salty and sweet at the same time.
Her fingers gripped my hair fiercely, and she began pulling and pushing my head so that she now dictated the rhythm of my tongue as it plunged into the wet, hot opening between her legs. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop until I come.”
I raised my head a little. “Your wish is my command.” Not waiting for a response, I began tearing at the strawberry-flavoured material with my teeth. Soon, the panties were in tatters and I explored her pussy with my lips, tongue and teeth. She writhed and thrashed about on the bed as if in the throes of a seizure, but she didn’t ask me to stop. When I felt a shudder run through her entire body, I raised my head, slid forward until I was on top of her and, without using my hands, guided my cock inside the wet, slick opening between her legs. If I believed in Heaven, this is what it would feel like.
“Was that as good as I promised?” I placed a kiss on her lips and studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wide and wild. Her long, auburn hair--fanned out on the bedclothes like a cluster of autumn leaves--was now mussed and streaked with sweat.
“Better.” She batted her eyelashes and bit her bottom lip. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”
“Then your husband obviously didn’t know what he was doing.” I flexed my hips ever so slightly so that my penis performed slow, circular movements inside her.
She sighed. “I’m beginning to think you’re right. He only ever seemed interested in pleasing himself, never me.”
“More fool him.” I kissed her again and began sliding my erection in and out, taking it slow, making sure she felt every thrust, no matter how small. I didn’t want to rush this part of our coupling. For one thing, I didn’t want to come too early. For another, I wanted to extend her pleasure as long as possible.
When the kiss ended, she licked her lips. “So that's what I taste like... down there. I’ve always wondered.”
“Why don’t you call it by its proper name?”
“You mean...?” She shook her head and lowered her lashes. Her cheeks grew even more inflamed. “I can’t use that kind of language.”
“Why not?” I increased the in-and-out motion ever so slightly.
She gasped. “Because... because it’s not ladylike.”
“Neither is what you’re doing right now.”
“I guess not, but this is... this is different somehow.”
“So, what do you call your pubic area?”
“If I call it anything, I’d call it my vagina, but it’s not something....”
“That’s a good start. Tell me what you’d like me to do to your vagina.”
“Make it come again.”
“Make what come again?”
She hesitated for the briefest moment, her eyes holding mine. “Make my... make my vagina come again.”
“I guess that’ll do for today.” As a reward for her efforts, I grabbed her by the waist and thrust into her as hard as I could.
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