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Not only mature women seducing younger girls porn her cunt getting tighter around his cock, which made Sarah like he was going to rip her apart, but he was pounding deeper and deeper into her the same time, pushing his cock all the way in until his balls were slapping her ass with each thrust. could feel him pummeling the depths of her body as he fucked her harder and harder, his orgasm. Just remembering how feverishly Jacob had pounded away at her inexperienced body all those years pushed Sarah over the edge as she rubbed her hard clit in the hotel bathroom. She felt a of pleasure work its way from the center of her being and spread her legs, pulsing in the throbbing flesh of her pussy as she remembered how she had screamed out night when Jacob pounded into her, depositing his cum deep within He had slowed his rhythm and eventually pulled his massive prick from her tender pussy and her. As Sarah brought herself back to reality by looking at her watch, she panicked realizing that he was due to the lobby at any moment. She grabbed at the toilet paper on the roll, pulling a big strip off and cleaned herself up. She felt herself blushing as she came to the conclusion that she had just off by herself in the bathroom of some hotel just off the highway. adjusted her panties, lowered her skirt and exited the stall to finish up. She washed her hands, reapplied her lip gloss and checked to make sure everything was in order. As she finished she once again blushed hoping he wouldn't be able smell the scent of her cunt when he hugged her. Sarah pushed open the door walked toward the lobby just in time to see Jacob standing at the hotel counter checking in the concierge. His back was to her, so she paused for a moment to steady herself and then approached hoping that he was ready for the gift she was going to give him that night. A was definitely too long to go without feeling that cock.I was as prepared as I would be. Two heavy petting sessions in the school grounds, kind of abortive, as my fears had me when he tried to slip a hand into my knickers. The open mouthed kisses had taken me by surprise, feelings I was still trying to deal with. I ached to give him what he and when he told me how he had managed to acquire the key to the currently unoccupied teachers accommodation - it seemed be the perfect opportunity. was determined to let it happen, go all the way if that was what he desired. I was going shamelessly prepared, breast feeling large and pendulous without my bra, and sneaked after prep to meet him at the top of the long school driveway. The cool evening air touched me like it had before. I could feel the strange concoction of anticipation and terror flowing in my bloodstream. felt wanton and wild, and not a young terrified. Gatehouse cottage looked dark and rather spooky. He produced the door key with a flourish and opened it without problems. We were far enough from the buildings, and well screened enough, from the and school, that with the curtains drawn we felt safe with the lights on. The furnishings rather threadbare, but the sofa was fairly new. A single large fluffy cushion seemed to be the sole decorative of the room. He hugged me in his way, an bear hug that crushed me comfortably, weakening my knees. His hands wandered down to caress my behind, squeezing, He guided me towards the sofa and he sat, motioning me to join him. steeled myself and complied, rather stiff, knees together and my hands clasped in my lap. He wasted no time on small talk, we knew why we were there. His left arm around my shoulders, and he turned his body slightly to face me. He nuzzled neck, and moved on to my ear and cheek, much like before. This time I was more than ready for open mouthed kisses. His right hand gently turned my face to his, and he caressed me gently. liked the way he did that, and I could feel the stiffness leave my body I relaxed. It felt good, I enjoyed his obvious pleasure in touching me, lips tenderly kissing mine, brushing my eyes and running over my skin in kind of tactile worship. He seemed know what effect he had on me, nibbling an ear lobe, warm breath raising the hairs on my neck. hardly noticed when he unbuttoned my blouse and slipped his warm hand in to cup and fondle my unfettered breasts. He found my nipples hard to his and when he them with his circling palm I found the sensation more than pleasant. So far, this all familiar territory. Time to move on. His hand dropped into my lap, and began to stroke my knees, just below the hem of my skirt. I closed my eyes, thought to myself, this is it. This is really happening. A moment later I opened again as I felt my skirt being up over my knees and thighs. He is going to find out that I have no knickers on, I thought. What would he think about my hairless mound? Momentarily I cursed my mother, her insistence it was the proper way to be. I had heard, and ignored, the odd snigger in the girl's dorm, on the rare that we glimpsed each other's naked form. How I suddenly envied them their curly tufts and concealing fuzz. he find my smooth, hairless sex a teenish affection that would damn me in his eyes? And the fact that I had my pants screwed in my mature women seducing younger girls porn pocket? Would he think me a cheap young tart? Or would he understand, be pleased by the clear signal I would be giving him? Had I left them on, would I have found the courage to let him remove them? To him to remove them? The words stop him, stop this happening, died unspoken. I was going to go through with this, I wanted this to happen. It both excited and depressed me. It was exiting I realised I'd have to deliver I was promising, and depressed because I wanted him to know what a great leap into the unknown I was taking with him that night. My skirt inched higher I tensed at what his reaction would be. What he eventually did, removed all my and made me aware the first time in my life what power we women can wield. His reaction? He gasped. That's all. He just gasped. He'd inched my skirt right up to the top of my legs and felt how his fingers trembled when he came to the smooth flesh of my inner But then came the moment when he pushed skirt that extra inch and he revealed at last, the fine butter smooth skin of my puffy sex, my mound, as bald as new born baby, and just the very beginnings of my cleft. And he gasped. I opened my eyes watched him then, and let me tell you - the look of adoration on his face. You'd think he was being led the treasure cave of his dreams - which guess he was. Me being the treasure. I mean. look at your own pussy, down there, and what do you see? Skin and hair, no hair in my case, . a bit of a bulge. the beginnings your furrow. Big deal. But a randy male looks at it - and remember, that's all he can see, yet - you haven't opened legs - he can't see the gates of paradise - all he's seeing is mound, groove - a bit of it - but just watch his eyes almost pop out! Listen to gasp. Feel the shiver in his body. Hear his breathing go all to pieces. I turned into a goddess at that moment. I felt an urge to strip my clothes off then. I felt as if I could kill him with visions of ecstasy come! But, of course, I just lay there, stupefied, really, by the weight of his adoration me. And feeling superior, too - because, although I'm as fond of looking at sexy men as the next girl is I could never go into that trance of worshipful adoration. He carefully folded skirt into a rumpled belt around my waist, and I lay bare and vulnerable before intense, worshipful gaze. Tentatively he reached out with a shaky hand, his fingers trembling as he the smooth, sensitive skin of my He seemed to be afraid it might vanish in a puff of smoke. His touch tingled, electrifying me. I had the urge to grip his wrist and force his hand hard against rubbing the places that I suddenly wanted rubbing. just lay there, of course, unable to move or speak and let him gently, oh so tenderly stroke my pussy, until it was me trembling tension and anticipation. knew all about my "young man", working a moist fingertip lightly over the spot. Involuntarily my thighs sagged open, parting slit, inviting him in. and he took up the offer. I think I heard my own as he curled a finger down my cleft and probed the mouth of my virginal opening. He slid into me and I feel the pressure inside me as he explored the barrier of my hymen, stretching narrow opening wider than I had ever dared. The thumb remained over my button its steady, circling pressure as a second finger squeezed in beside the first. Feelings, sensations to make my head reel and I started to panic a young. Then he leaned further over and covered my mouth his. I was busy sucking on his insistent, probing tongue he began to work his two impaling fingers deeper into me, his palm now enveloping my sex, ball of his thumb pressuring my clitoris rhythmically. I know felt his third finger, down near my anus, slick with my own juices. frankly, by then, I really didn't give a damn. I did not orgasm, still too tense, too fearful. It was all too new, overwhelming. Sounds crazy, but I do not really know what happened for a while. When my head cleared a young, mouth was gone from mine, and I was kissing his hair, as he suckled on tingling nipple. His fingers still moved in the depths of my sex, deep and probing. Technically, I suppose I lost my maidenhead to his fingers, but my clearing knew that the loss of virginity involved a young more than a couple of fingers. Bold with passion found the words I had longed to, but dreaded to, say. "Fuck me. Please do it." My shaky voice, the forbidden sounded quite alien to my ears. His laugh froze the blood in my veins. My heart felt as if it had stopped. Then he spoke, warm and gentle, a hint of that seductive laughter. "Uh uh. I think I'd rather make love to you." The bastard! Silver-tongued devil. Golden tongued would more apt. I'd have bent over and taken it up the ass there and then if he had asked. Instead stole my soul and heart, along my mouth, my ass and my willing cunt. He slipped to his knees and positioned himself between my thighs. I was suddenly very again, at his proximity to my most private parts, exposed and shiny wet as were. I was also suddenly icily aware of my own aroma. and suddenly tried to close my thighs - stupid with torso in the way. That damming laugh and words to charm the birds from the trees. "God, you are beautiful. Don't ever change." as intended, relaxed me once more - long enough for him to suddenly, shockingly, raise my knees part my legs, folding them up and spreading me like a gyno exam. I gasped a pointless "No!", far too late. He had neatly pinned. I wriggled ineffectively, and exposed in a way that I could never have imagined. Then once more, his rapt, adoring, expression - as he feasted his gaze upon my smooth, sex, relaxed me. Until, that is, I realised how this position my anus to his hot gaze. If I had been free to move I would have curled up with embarrassment. tensed all over again as he lowered face to the juncture of my thighs, then yelped as his stiffened tongue parted my labia with hot wet lick and into my vagina. I died of shame, of pride and of pleasure. My fears and restraints evaporated as he ate me, inhaled with such obvious joy. I was lost damned for all time from that moment on. He showered me with kisses, nibbling bites and sensuous upon my bare mound and damp furrow. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. He flicked, and licked and suckled on my aching clit. His golden tongue stiff fingers plunged deep into my pussy. I whimpered moaned when he forced a finger into my juice filled asshole, I urged him on like a well-paid whore. Just imagine - a modest, properly raised, Indian girl who say 'penis' without blushing or giggling - banished at the flick of tongue. I came this time. Wild and and it just seemed to go on and on. I heard my own voice, like a distant loudspeaker, echoing my head. 'Fuck me', 'eat me', 'suck me'. The timeless litany of pleasurable sex. Then was a mere finger or two to stir the honey pot, as he rose and leaned over I had not heard him undo his trousers, or free the ridged bar of flesh thus exposed I guess I had been otherwise engaged. Cock, penis, dick, hardon. was not really what I expected. Curly snails on statues, anonymous outlines textbooks. Pale, and veined and throbbing with life. The glans, smooth, aerodynamic bugle with its single eye. I would in time, come to know well. This night I met a stranger, pressed to my open, panting mouth and I welcomed with all of my inexperienced enthusiasm. I was vaguely aware of the size of him, the hardness slight salty flavour. In the days, and nights to come I would learn more this throbbing stranger, and discover the fact that this was a circumcised variety, at the curious furry pouch of his testicals and how that young ridge of tissue beneath the flared head could drive him For now he contented himself with a few gentle, shallow pokes into my open mouth, distending my cheeks and me snuffle awkwardly through my nose. It was only a brief taste, pun intended, of reciprocated pleasure. But I loved his rapt expression, the tension in his restrained movements., this an act I vowed to master. I could feel control I had over him, for the first time, I could feel the power me, the power to bend him to my will, to my desires. He withdrew, all too soon, and I felt cheated my chance to savour that power longer, to return the pleasure his tongue had given me. He knelt once more, and raised my thighs as before. The this time was the ridged, upward curving hardness nuzzling the fleshy gates of my flower. He took his time, the slippery length rubbing back and forth along cleft, clearly enjoying feel of me. His face was intense, rapt - as if he was trying to burn the memory of me in his synapses - to replay at his leisure. I was with anticipation, with a hungry longing that is impossible to put into I found my voice, a slurred and throaty stranger's voice, and whispered, "Please., please hurry. I want you." could feel the hot burn as my ears coloured at those wicked words. Then the blunt wedge him was pushing past my over lubricated pressing into me, filling me. Belatedly, fear blossomed in my traditionally heaving once more. He was too much, it was going to hurt. What if he got me pregnant. God., what a time to think about the practicalities. "Don't", I sobbed and paused. Brows furrowed in concern. I panted, gathering my courage. I wanted this. Of course will fit, I was made for this. The tip of cock throbbed and burned at the very mouth of my vagina. don't cum in me.," I managed to whisper. His smile was one of relief, of concern. His voice was warm, serious. worry - not a part of my master plan." His impaling spike pressed deeper. I whimpered, feeling body tensing around him and he would again, his hands and mouth caressing me, and as I relaxed a young, he slipped deeper. I was stretched and filled with an alien hardness, and he took a lifetime enter me that first time. Every nerve ending I possessed seemed be concentrated between my thighs. was no pain, a moment or two of mild discomfort, my body did what it was designed do. And then my concentrated senses felt the feathery brush of curly hairs as his balls tickled my ass - and he was hilt deep inside my body. I six inches of hard cock snugly buried inside me for the first time. and it felt good. damn good. "Don't move. Let feel you." I whispered. Then giggled as I felt his length pulse inside me. "Did you do that?" "Hm", he grunted softly as he did it again. I loved that sensation. tensed myself and tried to squeeze him "Feel that?" He kissed me, then whispered, "Just don't have a coughing fit". I found that and laughed aloud. I could feel myself clench around him and it made him groan theatrically. Then, in one smooth motion withdrew from me, almost fully outside me, forcing a whimpering moan from it felt like., like a yawning emptiness, like hunger., or if he was turning me inside out., I just started to speak, to tell him to stay in me when he filled me again. His length sliding deep into me, his swinging to thud gently against my exposed bottom. My words vanished in a gasping rush of expelled air. Then he stilled, and throbbed, basking in my liquid "Do it again." urged in a whisper. And he did., Oh God he did. Again and again and My world dissolved into sensory overload once more, as hunched over me, driving his hardness into me. I remember my thighs to lock around his my heels drumming against him. I remember the steady slap of his balls against me, his thumb on my clitoris, his mouth clamped over one nipple then the other. I at his hair, groped for his ass and drummed fists on his shoulders. He paused, deep in me. New tempo, shallower, gentler., now pressing kind of a twisting motion that seemed to churn my insides into knot of pleasure. Then the angle changed, plunging in more vertical, then shallow, touching different places inside me. Then back into the steady back and forth, full length plunges that made my head feel like it was going to explode.
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