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Continued:
You can get just that little bit bigger for your honey. Yes.
Looking good, baby. Here, rest it right here. That’s it. So good! Now push.
Just a little. Gently. Inch at a time. That’s it. Ooh. All the way in. So good!
Now fuck me. Faster. Slowly. Round and Round. Now pull out so I can watch you.
Oh, baby, you’re cock looks so hot going in and out of my pussy. Look at it.
You see it getting bigger all the time? You see how I’m stroking my clit? Yes,
feels good. You do it. Yes, yes, yes! Just like that! Ooh! Now harder. Harder,
damn it. I’m coming. I can’t stop it. Oh God. Yes. Coming…’ He was an A-plus
student.
Then there was Henry who couldn’t get it up unless he was
actually wearing her underwear. The first time he’d disappeared into her
bedroom, closing the door behind him, ordering her not to come in until he was
ready, Ruby had been intrigued, her anticipation mounting as she imagined the
excitement in store. They’d both laughed when he emerged, her black satin
basque tight around his chest, the laces straining at the back. But as
he lounged on the sofa, his legs wide apart, she was
mesmerised by
the sight of his testicles, seemingly huge as they strained
against the sheer lace of her knickers, his cock quivering as he watched her
looking at him. He beckoned her closer and she edged nearer, as if mesmerised.
There was something hypnotic about the huge, hairy thighs emerging
from the delicate lace, the round, trapped balls, the dark red tip of his cock
peeking from the waistband. Ruby was transfixed as his hands delved inside the
panties and cupped his testicles, caressing them, leaning back, his legs
splayed wider and wider. She was unable to take her eyes from him as his mouth
opened in a gasp, his head fell back and he freed his thick prick, grasping it
with his fist, sliding his hand slowly up and down. Up, ever so slowly. Down,
forcing the skin back tight, thrusting the bulging head towards her. Over and
over as she silently crept nearer. Unable to resist the temptation, she pushed
his hand away, lowering her head until she took him in her mouth, savouring the
salty tang of the bead of cum. She swirled her tongue around the head, round
and round, gently teasing the warm flesh as he shifted in the seat. She took
her mouth from him and gently ran her tongue down the shaft, following the
outline of the throbbing vein. Then up again. His cock in her mouth again.
Again and again until he held her head, orchestrating the rhythm, pushing deep
into her mouth. Then, all at once, he was forcing her away and she sat back,
curiously disappointed but fascinated, excited as he took hold of himself
again. First one hand sliding up and down, then two, grasping himself. The
sight of his growing cock emerging from the clenched fist, the thick, dark
head, the rippling length aroused her until she thrust her finger inside her
pants, rubbing, following his lead, his rhythm, the excitement rising as his
hands moved faster and faster, his breathing deepened and he was suddenly still
and she watched the spurt of white foam as he strained to extract the last
drops of pleasure and she stiffened against her fingers, satiated.
That relationship lasted, safe and strangely satisfying,
until her most expensive Rigby & Peller underwear began to disappear.
© Isabel Baptiste
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