She was realizing the effect she could have, whenever she wanted to. “So, um, are you hard now?” She was examining her fingernails closely, trying to appear casual, as though the question was purely conversational. “No,” I lied. In fact, I was about 40% hard, and rose to about 50% at the question. With one deft motion, and without any warning, she unbuttoned and took off her shirt. I think I gasped a little: there she was, stripped to the waist. Her young breasts, bigger than a handful on each side, stood pale and proud in the warm light of our bedroom.
Her rosy pink nipples were perfect, and had been pressed flat by the shirt. They were not erect, but her breathing, shallow and quick, told me she was excited, or scared, or both. Her smile was quivering, her gaze steady. I wanted to touch her so badly. My dick had sprung stiff and straight as a steel beam. Her titties looked so inviting, and I could not tear my gaze away from those nipples. “Anu molaee,” I whispered. “This is really not a good idea…” “But does it make you hard?” she asked, her voice strangely gentle. “I mean, is this enough to do that, or do you need to see my poochy too? My pussy, I mean.” My hands were shaking. For some reason, I glanced at the clock – it was 9:30. Her parents would not be home until midnight or 1:00am.
I wanted to see her little pussy more than I wanted to take another breath. I wanted to run from the room. I did not know what to do. Some sort of instinct had taken over in Anu. There was no way she knew how I was feeling, and yet somehow she was compelled into action. I was still staring stupidly at the clock, terrified that I was about to come in my pants. She stood, walked into my field of vision, blocking my view of the clock, and dropped her dress to the floor. No panties either. When I had glanced at her light blue panties before I had seen little hairs poking out from around the elastic. Now I could not find them. She had a little swirl of pubic hair, high on her Venus mound, then a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of her pussy folds, just barely visible as she stood. Nothing more.
Her young thighs fit smoothly together as she stood heels together, hands behind her back. I stared – what else could I do? She was my every wet dream come true. It was like she was waiting to be inspected, approved. Touched, may be. “What about now?” she said so quietly that I would not have heard if my nervous system had not been running on overdrive. “Are you hard now?” “Yes,” I croaked. I could not seem to move. My desire for her crept into my muscles, my nerves. Even my eyelids began to tingle. I began to realize that I was losing control. “Can I see?” I looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming rapidly. Her skin had flushed. She was scared, but she really wanted to see. What could I do? I’m only human. Without a word I leaned back on the pillow, lowered my zipper and drew my manhood from my pants.
It stood absolutely stiff, throbbing with my pulse. I could not believe I was doing this. But there she was, and I could not stop myself. “It’s moving,” she said, her voice a whisper. She bit her lower lip, surely not realizing how sexy that looked, and took a half step closer. “With my heartbeat,” I said my voice much calmer than I was. A little drop of pre-come oozed from the slit, and her eyes opened wide. “What’s that?” “Just another sign that you’re turning me on, Anu molaee,” I said. The moment seemed to freeze then. She was staring at my cock, mesmerized. My gaze darted from her face to her tits to her pussy and back again, over and over. My dick throbbed like a conductor’s baton. Unconsciously, her index finger traced a line along her hip, and I knew she was getting turned on too, even if she did not know it.
After what seemed like hours, I said “you can touch it if you want to.” I could not believe I had said it. My mouth was dry, and the back of my head started to itch. She took another step, and then reached forward awkwardly, her fingers coming within a fraction of an inch of my cock. “It’s all right?” she asked, still whispering. “No, it’s not all right. But I don’t mind.” Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real recognition. We were doing something `naughty’ – but she wanted to. She took my cock in her hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, and slid to her knees before me. Her young breasts flattened against the insides of my thighs. Her hand was warm and soft, and almost by instinct she gently jacked the shaft, sliding my taut skin over the firm muscle of my dick. Pre come dribbled out and rolled down over her thumb.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Is this right? Something came out… Did I do that?” Her enthusiasm and interest was so insanely sexy. “That’s fine – yes, you made that come out. It’s…. uh….. Pre come fluid. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come for real.” I was close, so close, but trying to hold back. She slowed her stokes to almost nothing. “What’s that mean?” “White stuff will come out – a whole lot of it. It’s called semen.” “My mom had some stuff like that on her face when I saw them doing it. Is that what will happen if I put it in my mouth?” She almost giggled, and then bit her lip again. She was talking about sucking me off in the same tone she might have used to discuss about. I felt like my brain was going to melt. “Yes, it sure will. Do you want to put it in your mouth?” Please, oh please, my mind screamed.
I no longer cared about much of anything except her mouth and her pussy and what they would feel like around my cock. Looking back I can see I was shamelessly leading her on, but at the time I was simply lost to the passion of the moment. She nodded, opened her lips, and leaned forward. For the rest of my life I will remember that moment. It was simple a thing – my dick slid into her mouth, and I could feel her lips, her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth. She took it about a third of the way down, and then slid it back out and looked at the wet shaft. She knew nothing about sucking a cock, of course, and had merely taken me in and slid me back out. But it was perfect. “Should I do it again?” she asked, grinning. “Yes,” I said, barely able to speak. “Leave it in, then bob your head up and down. Lick and suck. Like a lollypop.
Just like a lollypop.” She must have eaten a lot of lollypops in her life, because she took right to it once I gave her that analogy. She sucked, actually sucked at the skin as she slid my cock into and out of her mouth, like it was giving her a flavor, which I suppose it was. She would lick up and down the shaft, fervently, like she was catching the drips of a melting treat, which I also suppose she was. She kept her teeth away, as you do when you are eating a lollypop. She slurped and licked and bobbed her head, sucking my cock with energy and enthusiasm. It was a perfect heaven. I felt my come rising. “It’s coming, Anu. Swallow as much as you can.” She lifted her mouth to say “OK,” just as the first spurt came; it leaped up and hit her in the chin. She giggled like a kid playing with a kitten and quickly took my cock back into her mouth and began sucking and swallowing.
Her eyes were looking up into mine, questioning… Is this OK, Vinu uncle? Am I sucking it right? Her throat gulped with every pulse of my cock as she, incredibly, swallowed every drop of my come. I felt as if the world had fallen away, and there was nothing but she and I, suspended in that easy chair, my cock in her sweet little mouth. She kept my cock in her mouth as it shrank, and then grew again almost immediately. She was very excited about having felt that. She drew her mouth away, smiling, the come glistening on her chin and chest. “It got small again, and then grew in my mouth, Vinu uncle!” “Yes. After a man comes he usually shrinks back to normal size for a while.” I smiled to myself. “Usually it takes 15 minutes to a half an hour before it can get hard again.” My dick was stiff and pulsing as though I had not come at all.
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Her rosy pink nipples were perfect, and had been pressed flat by the shirt. They were not erect, but her breathing, shallow and quick, told me she was excited, or scared, or both. Her smile was quivering, her gaze steady. I wanted to touch her so badly. My dick had sprung stiff and straight as a steel beam. Her titties looked so inviting, and I could not tear my gaze away from those nipples. “Anu molaee,” I whispered. “This is really not a good idea…” “But does it make you hard?” she asked, her voice strangely gentle. “I mean, is this enough to do that, or do you need to see my poochy too? My pussy, I mean.” My hands were shaking. For some reason, I glanced at the clock – it was 9:30. Her parents would not be home until midnight or 1:00am.
I wanted to see her little pussy more than I wanted to take another breath. I wanted to run from the room. I did not know what to do. Some sort of instinct had taken over in Anu. There was no way she knew how I was feeling, and yet somehow she was compelled into action. I was still staring stupidly at the clock, terrified that I was about to come in my pants. She stood, walked into my field of vision, blocking my view of the clock, and dropped her dress to the floor. No panties either. When I had glanced at her light blue panties before I had seen little hairs poking out from around the elastic. Now I could not find them. She had a little swirl of pubic hair, high on her Venus mound, then a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of her pussy folds, just barely visible as she stood. Nothing more.
Her young thighs fit smoothly together as she stood heels together, hands behind her back. I stared – what else could I do? She was my every wet dream come true. It was like she was waiting to be inspected, approved. Touched, may be. “What about now?” she said so quietly that I would not have heard if my nervous system had not been running on overdrive. “Are you hard now?” “Yes,” I croaked. I could not seem to move. My desire for her crept into my muscles, my nerves. Even my eyelids began to tingle. I began to realize that I was losing control. “Can I see?” I looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming rapidly. Her skin had flushed. She was scared, but she really wanted to see. What could I do? I’m only human. Without a word I leaned back on the pillow, lowered my zipper and drew my manhood from my pants.
It stood absolutely stiff, throbbing with my pulse. I could not believe I was doing this. But there she was, and I could not stop myself. “It’s moving,” she said, her voice a whisper. She bit her lower lip, surely not realizing how sexy that looked, and took a half step closer. “With my heartbeat,” I said my voice much calmer than I was. A little drop of pre-come oozed from the slit, and her eyes opened wide. “What’s that?” “Just another sign that you’re turning me on, Anu molaee,” I said. The moment seemed to freeze then. She was staring at my cock, mesmerized. My gaze darted from her face to her tits to her pussy and back again, over and over. My dick throbbed like a conductor’s baton. Unconsciously, her index finger traced a line along her hip, and I knew she was getting turned on too, even if she did not know it.
After what seemed like hours, I said “you can touch it if you want to.” I could not believe I had said it. My mouth was dry, and the back of my head started to itch. She took another step, and then reached forward awkwardly, her fingers coming within a fraction of an inch of my cock. “It’s all right?” she asked, still whispering. “No, it’s not all right. But I don’t mind.” Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real recognition. We were doing something `naughty’ – but she wanted to. She took my cock in her hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, and slid to her knees before me. Her young breasts flattened against the insides of my thighs. Her hand was warm and soft, and almost by instinct she gently jacked the shaft, sliding my taut skin over the firm muscle of my dick. Pre come dribbled out and rolled down over her thumb.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Is this right? Something came out… Did I do that?” Her enthusiasm and interest was so insanely sexy. “That’s fine – yes, you made that come out. It’s…. uh….. Pre come fluid. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come for real.” I was close, so close, but trying to hold back. She slowed her stokes to almost nothing. “What’s that mean?” “White stuff will come out – a whole lot of it. It’s called semen.” “My mom had some stuff like that on her face when I saw them doing it. Is that what will happen if I put it in my mouth?” She almost giggled, and then bit her lip again. She was talking about sucking me off in the same tone she might have used to discuss about. I felt like my brain was going to melt. “Yes, it sure will. Do you want to put it in your mouth?” Please, oh please, my mind screamed.
I no longer cared about much of anything except her mouth and her pussy and what they would feel like around my cock. Looking back I can see I was shamelessly leading her on, but at the time I was simply lost to the passion of the moment. She nodded, opened her lips, and leaned forward. For the rest of my life I will remember that moment. It was simple a thing – my dick slid into her mouth, and I could feel her lips, her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth. She took it about a third of the way down, and then slid it back out and looked at the wet shaft. She knew nothing about sucking a cock, of course, and had merely taken me in and slid me back out. But it was perfect. “Should I do it again?” she asked, grinning. “Yes,” I said, barely able to speak. “Leave it in, then bob your head up and down. Lick and suck. Like a lollypop.
Just like a lollypop.” She must have eaten a lot of lollypops in her life, because she took right to it once I gave her that analogy. She sucked, actually sucked at the skin as she slid my cock into and out of her mouth, like it was giving her a flavor, which I suppose it was. She would lick up and down the shaft, fervently, like she was catching the drips of a melting treat, which I also suppose she was. She kept her teeth away, as you do when you are eating a lollypop. She slurped and licked and bobbed her head, sucking my cock with energy and enthusiasm. It was a perfect heaven. I felt my come rising. “It’s coming, Anu. Swallow as much as you can.” She lifted her mouth to say “OK,” just as the first spurt came; it leaped up and hit her in the chin. She giggled like a kid playing with a kitten and quickly took my cock back into her mouth and began sucking and swallowing.
Her eyes were looking up into mine, questioning… Is this OK, Vinu uncle? Am I sucking it right? Her throat gulped with every pulse of my cock as she, incredibly, swallowed every drop of my come. I felt as if the world had fallen away, and there was nothing but she and I, suspended in that easy chair, my cock in her sweet little mouth. She kept my cock in her mouth as it shrank, and then grew again almost immediately. She was very excited about having felt that. She drew her mouth away, smiling, the come glistening on her chin and chest. “It got small again, and then grew in my mouth, Vinu uncle!” “Yes. After a man comes he usually shrinks back to normal size for a while.” I smiled to myself. “Usually it takes 15 minutes to a half an hour before it can get hard again.” My dick was stiff and pulsing as though I had not come at all.
(TBC).....