Shawana
of
Kiarra Beautiful
genre
incest
It's after midnight now, and I'm sitting at the top of the stairs, looking down the stairwell to the couch in the living room where she is laying asleep (or is she?). Shawna is stretched out on her back, peaceful and serene: one arm crossed across her belly, her head turned towards the living room window. The curtain is parted, allowing a shaft of pale moonlight to illuminate her face and upper body. She's wearing her favorite Mickey Mouse night shirt, but sometime during the evening she kicked off the comforter I gave her, leaving it in a heap at the foot of her makeshift bed.
Getting to my feet I take the first step down the stairs. God, I am SO horny! It's been three weeks now since I first touched her, three weeks since she allowed me to accidentally-on-purpose slip my hand between her legs while we wrestled on the living room floor. I was *totally* scared, ready to jerk away at the slightest hint of protest, but this cute neighborhood girl knew exactly what she was doing. With a shy, almost embarrassed smile, she giggled then started rocking her hips up and down, pressing the moist heat of her crotch against my palm. It was like...I don't know...a dam breaking, I guess. Within minutes (and with her active cooperation) her panties were around her ankles and I was fingering the tender, smooth folds of her naked pussy.
For her part, Shawna had both hands wrapped around the shaft of my equally naked (and impossibly hard) cock. Since then I have been barely able to keep my hands off of her. She knows it too. When she visits she runs around the house, giggles as she flirts with me, jumps off the bottom stairs (which she knows isn't allowed) then asks me with an oh-so-innocent smile if she can have a glass of water. More often than not she follows me into the kitchen, rubbing her body against mine. She has me wrapped around her finger. She knows it. Oh please, I hope she is awake. At the bottom of the stairs I pause, then walk to the couch and ever so slowly kneel beside her head.
As my knees contact the floor a joint pops -- loud in the silence and my breath stops. It seems an eternity before Shawna opens her eyes. "Hi ya," she says softly. "Hi ya," I answer back. I gaze directly into her face, into those big, soft brown eyes. There is no fear there, no unease. Just….expectancy? Excitement? Both? Yeah, a little of both. "I couldn't sleep." Silence. She looks back at me, waiting. I reach for her, brush a strand of hair from her forehead. She sighs. "I couldn't either," she answers. That's all the permission I need. I want very badly to kiss Shawna, to put my tongue inside her mouth, but she doesn't like that.
No, for her our sex play is just that -- play. I can touch and lick her most private her girlie places -- her vagina, her clitoris, even her anus (once, after she got out of the bath) -- but she doesn't want any 'mushy stuff'. I have to stick to a routine, 'the script' as it were. Still, I sneak a quick kiss on her cheek. God, her skin is so soft! As I trail my lips across her throat I catch a whiff of her shampoo, then the aroma of her body. It's clean and floral, tinged with the heavier, sharper odor of her sweat. I can't help but touch her -- placing one palm over the top of her head I caress the incredibly fine, soft hair while I slide the other down the front of her slender, coltish body.
Stopping at mid-chest I massage the small, hard points of her cloth covered nipples, then move (rather impatiently, I know) to the hem of her nightshirt. Without a word Shawna raises her bottom off the couch, allowing me to pull it up over her hip. She then rolls to her side, allowing me to finish pulling the night shirt up to the top of her chest. Her nipples are a deep, dark red, contrasting sharply with the white of her skin. So lovely, so erotic, but my gaze is quickly directed down -- to her completely bare midriff? My eyes widen in surprise. She always wears underpants, even with pajamas. "Where are your panties?" I whisper. "Oh -- I took 'em off. I was...you know, playing with myself." Oh wow! I LOVE the taste of her pussy after she's been masturbating.
It's stronger than normal; spicy but still sweet. Its a big turn on for me, and I think Shawna knows it. "Where are they now?" I ask, referring to her underwear. "Right there," she answers, motioning to her night bag. "Don't worry, I hid 'em." She sounds defensive, so I give her my best reassuring smile, and after a bit she acknowledges it with a giggle and conspiratorial grin of her own. Oh yes. Shawna knows we have to hide our activities, and it only adds to the illicitness of our sex play. God, her innocence is so sexy! I'm still kneeling by her chest, so I quickly shuffle down her body, bringing my face even with her crotch.
Leaning over I gaze at her mons. It's a plump, ripe, peach of a mound, bisected by a deep cleft that disappears between her thighs. "Spread your legs," I whisper. Slowly, Shawna raises one knee into the air and holds it there, exposing the rest of her pre-teen sex to my lustful gaze. Her pussy lips are slightly parted (from her earlier masturbation session, no doubt), revealing the moist, inner folds of her cunny. Despite her youth she can, and does, get wet. I lean closer still, inhaling the sharp, musky fragrance of little-girl pussy, then place a trembling hand across her inner thigh and caress the incredibly soft, warm skin.
As I move my hand I allow my fingers to brush against her pussy lips. Shawna draws a sharp breath. "I...uh, I wiped myself real good today." She pauses. Then, as if that wasn't a big enough hint, adds: "You can...you know, kiss me down there if you want." Man, she must be as horny as I am! She always wants at least a few minutes of masturbation and nipple sucking before we get down to the main action -- me feasting on her delicious pussy. Not this time however. Her breathing is quick and ragged and the tone of her voice leaves no doubt she wants it BAD. I am only too happy to oblige. Extending my tongue, I lick the top of her bare, hairless mons. "No. Down more." She wiggles in anticipation, spreading her legs even wider. I turn my head sideways and duck in between her thighs.
My nose is directly over her pussy now -- the smell is intoxicating, fueling my lustful, nasty desires. Abandoning all restraint I push my tongue-tip between the lips of her cunny, searching for the small bud of her clit. Shawna gasps softly, followed by a low excited moan. Oh man, she tastes good! Using the broad flat of my tongue I lap the entire length of her outer lips, savoring the delightful mixture of pussy juices, musk, and (faintly) her pee. Bringing both hands up and around, I spread her pussy lips apart, fully exposing the tender flesh of her cunt. At last! Resting my cheek against the silky soft skin of her thigh I cover Shawna's small, hairless genitals with my open mouth and start licking.
My nose is pressed up against her asshole but I don't mind -- I just gotta eat that pussy! "Easy!" Shawna whispers. Man, I *am* out of control. I stop, my tongue resting against her vaginal opening, the flesh of her mons pressed hard against my chin. "Wait." Her voice is soft. "Let me..." she pauses, and then she shifts, pulling her pussy away from my open mouth. As I lift my head from between her legs she rolls onto her back and wiggles her butt, nestling her body into the couch cushions, "...here, let me get set." Bringing her feet up to her bottom, she spreads her knees in a wide 'V', opening herself as much as possible. "All right." Then, in a curious, almost hopeful voice: "Do you wanna...you know...climb on top?" "Huh?" "You know...so we can do each other."
Her voice now held a touch of impatience at my slowness -- as if doing a sixty nine with a virgin teenage girl on my living room couch were an ordinary and every day occurrence. I wish! Once again, I get to my feet and stand trembling over Shawna's recumbent body. My breath comes in short, quick gasps -- I'm controlling the urge to simply jump on top of her, but it's not easy. As for Shawna, her eyes are glued to my jockeys, staring at the outline of my erection. I know that look. She is staring in anticipation, waiting for me to strip.
"C'mon," she urges. Grabbing the waistband of my underpants I bend over and jerk them down my legs, allowing my rigid cock to spring away from my stomach. Untangling my legs from my shorts, I hurriedly climb onto the couch. My knees sink into the cushions, and there is one awkward moment where she has to grab her hair and bunch it behind her head lest I kneel on it. "Okay hon," I whisper as I bend my head towards her moist, pink, and very open pussy-slit. As soon as my tongue touches her clit I feel two small, soft hands grasp my cock shaft. She holds my dick as if she were holding a soft, furry mammal; firm yet gentle.
The thumb of one hand glides over the underside of my cock head, sending waves of pleasure into my groin, while the fingers of the other curl around the base of my prick, squeezing it gently. Yes, Shawna knows exactly what it takes to bring me off -- and if she keeps it up I'm going to spray my jizm all over her cute sexy face. But tonight (for the first time) my dear, sweet, Shawna wants more than to simply jack me off while I pleasure her. As my tongue delves between the lips of her feminine sweet notch Shawna pulls my prick downward, bending it towards her own mouth. "YES!" my mind screams. What comes out is an indistinct "suck it!", the sound being muffled by Shawna's cunt. At first, Shawna just holds the head of my engorged penis between her lips. The sensation is almost indescribable -- warm, damp, and oh so soft -- and I (once again) have to consciously restrain myself from collapsing on top of her. Instead, I freeze in place, my mouth covering her pussy.
After a moments pause Shawna starts licking at my glands; it's as if she were capturing the pre-cum as it drools from my cock. She still has one hand wrapped around the base of my penis, and as I recover enough to lick back at her pussy my teen lover gently but steadily pulls at my dick, guiding more and more of my hard, adult erection into her pink mouth. When she has a good third of it between her lips she tightens her mouth around the shaft and starts sucking. I can't help myself -- a full throated groan escapes my lips. God, she is good! Mine may be the first cock Shawna has ever tasted but she knows *exactly* what to do. Her tongue never stops moving, matching every lick I deliver to her clit with one of her own to the sensitive place under my cock head.
I am doing my best to eat her out (I want to make her cum first) but then, in her rising excitement, Shawna starts jerking and squeezing my dick. Shit! I am very close to the edge as it is, and when one hand leaves my cockshaft to cup my balls, I can no longer hold back. "Shawna," I moan into the dampness of her cunt "I'm gonna..." I never get the last word out. Shawna's small, hot hand cupping my testicles is too much. They tighten, and before I can raise myself off her body I start cumming, filling Shawna's mouth with fresh, hot semen. She gags -- but she doesn't release her grip! With one hand she keeps my dick head in her mouth, (the other is still cradling my balls) and when I fire a second shot into her mouth the gagging noise is replaced by the unmistakable sound of her swallowing.
She's drinking my cum! Again I ejaculate, and it's almost painful in intensity -- I can actually FEEL the semen as it leaves my testicles. Two more times I fill her mouth with my jizm, and again I here her gulp it down. At last Shawna releases her grip, allowing me to pull my spermy, wet dick from her lips. Sitting back on my haunches I gaze into her face, gaze into those huge brown eyes. A thin trickle of semen runs from either corner of her mouth. Her lips are shiny; slick with my ejaculate. "Oh, my precious..." I whisper.
She raises a hand to her left cheek, tentatively fingering the clear, slick cum trail along the side of her face. I reach out and take her hand in mine. I know she's not going to like this, but... I have to. Placing my hands on either side of her face I lean forward and press my lips against hers. She jerks her head sideways, sliding her cheek across my lips, and in the process I receive a small taste of what she has taken a whole mouthful of. My cum. It's salty, stronger than I *ever* remember it. I try and pull her head around towards mine, gently at first, then harder, but she won't let me.
We struggle for a few seconds, but I haven't the heart. OK. It was enough just to taste. I release her head. Immediately she stops struggling, pauses, then ever so slowly tilts her head back. Silence. "Would you do me now?" she asks softly. When I came much of my lust for her was drained right along with my balls, but I can't leave her unsatisfied. Not now, not after what she did for me. Slowly I climb off the couch, stand, then walk to the end and kneel before my young lovers feet. Taking one ankle in each hand I spread Shawna's legs as wide as possible, draping one foot over the top of the couch as I push the other to the floor.
With her legs splayed thus Shawna's tender sex is completely exposed and vulnerable. Even her pussy lips are fully flowered, revealing her (so far) un-violated cuntal opening. "So beautiful..." I whisper as once again I scoot between her thighs and lower my face to her wet, fragrant crotch. I'm in no hurry -- it takes but a few minutes of direct clitoral stimulation to make Shawna come -- and I want to savor the taste and smell of her hairless sex for as long as I can. Resting my nose in the crease of her mons (all the better to inhale her sweet, musky scent) I lick her like a dog; flat tongued, drawing the small bud of her clit against my upper lip on each stroke, using a technique that Shawna herself taught me.
Softly she moans, tensing her legs every time I complete a lick. After one particularly hard shudder and moan I look up to see her tugging at her pink breast buds. Her long, delicate fingers form inverted tents above her swollen nipples as she twists and pulls them in time to my oral ministrations. My right hand creeps up her body until I can cup her hand in mine. As I take over she slips her hand from under mine and jambs the back of it into her mouth, stifling her moans. "Uhhh...Ummm...Ummmmm..." her voice is a soft, high pitched mew, and when she arches her back I know it's only a matter of seconds before she will come. I give her clitoris a final lick, then suck the tender sex button between my lips.
"AAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.......Ooohhh" She wailed and locks her legs around my head, frantically pumping the wet folds of her cunt hard against my chin. It's all I can do to keep my mouth in contact with her cunny as her body clenches and clenches again in repeated orgasms releasing her girlie juices on my face and for it’s like ambrosia for a dying person. When she finally relaxes, it's with a long, high pitched, long girlish moaning sigh. As she exhales, she drops her legs from around my head, allowing me to finally pull my face from her crotch. "Wow," I breathe as I sit up and french kiss her on her lips . She smiles weakly in reply. Later, after a long cuddle, I leave my now-sleeping lover and sit at the bottom of the stairwell, looking up the stairs to a cold, but not empty, bedroom.
Getting to my feet I take the first step down the stairs. God, I am SO horny! It's been three weeks now since I first touched her, three weeks since she allowed me to accidentally-on-purpose slip my hand between her legs while we wrestled on the living room floor. I was *totally* scared, ready to jerk away at the slightest hint of protest, but this cute neighborhood girl knew exactly what she was doing. With a shy, almost embarrassed smile, she giggled then started rocking her hips up and down, pressing the moist heat of her crotch against my palm. It was like...I don't know...a dam breaking, I guess. Within minutes (and with her active cooperation) her panties were around her ankles and I was fingering the tender, smooth folds of her naked pussy.
For her part, Shawna had both hands wrapped around the shaft of my equally naked (and impossibly hard) cock. Since then I have been barely able to keep my hands off of her. She knows it too. When she visits she runs around the house, giggles as she flirts with me, jumps off the bottom stairs (which she knows isn't allowed) then asks me with an oh-so-innocent smile if she can have a glass of water. More often than not she follows me into the kitchen, rubbing her body against mine. She has me wrapped around her finger. She knows it. Oh please, I hope she is awake. At the bottom of the stairs I pause, then walk to the couch and ever so slowly kneel beside her head.
As my knees contact the floor a joint pops -- loud in the silence and my breath stops. It seems an eternity before Shawna opens her eyes. "Hi ya," she says softly. "Hi ya," I answer back. I gaze directly into her face, into those big, soft brown eyes. There is no fear there, no unease. Just….expectancy? Excitement? Both? Yeah, a little of both. "I couldn't sleep." Silence. She looks back at me, waiting. I reach for her, brush a strand of hair from her forehead. She sighs. "I couldn't either," she answers. That's all the permission I need. I want very badly to kiss Shawna, to put my tongue inside her mouth, but she doesn't like that.
No, for her our sex play is just that -- play. I can touch and lick her most private her girlie places -- her vagina, her clitoris, even her anus (once, after she got out of the bath) -- but she doesn't want any 'mushy stuff'. I have to stick to a routine, 'the script' as it were. Still, I sneak a quick kiss on her cheek. God, her skin is so soft! As I trail my lips across her throat I catch a whiff of her shampoo, then the aroma of her body. It's clean and floral, tinged with the heavier, sharper odor of her sweat. I can't help but touch her -- placing one palm over the top of her head I caress the incredibly fine, soft hair while I slide the other down the front of her slender, coltish body.
Stopping at mid-chest I massage the small, hard points of her cloth covered nipples, then move (rather impatiently, I know) to the hem of her nightshirt. Without a word Shawna raises her bottom off the couch, allowing me to pull it up over her hip. She then rolls to her side, allowing me to finish pulling the night shirt up to the top of her chest. Her nipples are a deep, dark red, contrasting sharply with the white of her skin. So lovely, so erotic, but my gaze is quickly directed down -- to her completely bare midriff? My eyes widen in surprise. She always wears underpants, even with pajamas. "Where are your panties?" I whisper. "Oh -- I took 'em off. I was...you know, playing with myself." Oh wow! I LOVE the taste of her pussy after she's been masturbating.
It's stronger than normal; spicy but still sweet. Its a big turn on for me, and I think Shawna knows it. "Where are they now?" I ask, referring to her underwear. "Right there," she answers, motioning to her night bag. "Don't worry, I hid 'em." She sounds defensive, so I give her my best reassuring smile, and after a bit she acknowledges it with a giggle and conspiratorial grin of her own. Oh yes. Shawna knows we have to hide our activities, and it only adds to the illicitness of our sex play. God, her innocence is so sexy! I'm still kneeling by her chest, so I quickly shuffle down her body, bringing my face even with her crotch.
Leaning over I gaze at her mons. It's a plump, ripe, peach of a mound, bisected by a deep cleft that disappears between her thighs. "Spread your legs," I whisper. Slowly, Shawna raises one knee into the air and holds it there, exposing the rest of her pre-teen sex to my lustful gaze. Her pussy lips are slightly parted (from her earlier masturbation session, no doubt), revealing the moist, inner folds of her cunny. Despite her youth she can, and does, get wet. I lean closer still, inhaling the sharp, musky fragrance of little-girl pussy, then place a trembling hand across her inner thigh and caress the incredibly soft, warm skin.
As I move my hand I allow my fingers to brush against her pussy lips. Shawna draws a sharp breath. "I...uh, I wiped myself real good today." She pauses. Then, as if that wasn't a big enough hint, adds: "You can...you know, kiss me down there if you want." Man, she must be as horny as I am! She always wants at least a few minutes of masturbation and nipple sucking before we get down to the main action -- me feasting on her delicious pussy. Not this time however. Her breathing is quick and ragged and the tone of her voice leaves no doubt she wants it BAD. I am only too happy to oblige. Extending my tongue, I lick the top of her bare, hairless mons. "No. Down more." She wiggles in anticipation, spreading her legs even wider. I turn my head sideways and duck in between her thighs.
My nose is directly over her pussy now -- the smell is intoxicating, fueling my lustful, nasty desires. Abandoning all restraint I push my tongue-tip between the lips of her cunny, searching for the small bud of her clit. Shawna gasps softly, followed by a low excited moan. Oh man, she tastes good! Using the broad flat of my tongue I lap the entire length of her outer lips, savoring the delightful mixture of pussy juices, musk, and (faintly) her pee. Bringing both hands up and around, I spread her pussy lips apart, fully exposing the tender flesh of her cunt. At last! Resting my cheek against the silky soft skin of her thigh I cover Shawna's small, hairless genitals with my open mouth and start licking.
My nose is pressed up against her asshole but I don't mind -- I just gotta eat that pussy! "Easy!" Shawna whispers. Man, I *am* out of control. I stop, my tongue resting against her vaginal opening, the flesh of her mons pressed hard against my chin. "Wait." Her voice is soft. "Let me..." she pauses, and then she shifts, pulling her pussy away from my open mouth. As I lift my head from between her legs she rolls onto her back and wiggles her butt, nestling her body into the couch cushions, "...here, let me get set." Bringing her feet up to her bottom, she spreads her knees in a wide 'V', opening herself as much as possible. "All right." Then, in a curious, almost hopeful voice: "Do you wanna...you know...climb on top?" "Huh?" "You know...so we can do each other."
Her voice now held a touch of impatience at my slowness -- as if doing a sixty nine with a virgin teenage girl on my living room couch were an ordinary and every day occurrence. I wish! Once again, I get to my feet and stand trembling over Shawna's recumbent body. My breath comes in short, quick gasps -- I'm controlling the urge to simply jump on top of her, but it's not easy. As for Shawna, her eyes are glued to my jockeys, staring at the outline of my erection. I know that look. She is staring in anticipation, waiting for me to strip.
"C'mon," she urges. Grabbing the waistband of my underpants I bend over and jerk them down my legs, allowing my rigid cock to spring away from my stomach. Untangling my legs from my shorts, I hurriedly climb onto the couch. My knees sink into the cushions, and there is one awkward moment where she has to grab her hair and bunch it behind her head lest I kneel on it. "Okay hon," I whisper as I bend my head towards her moist, pink, and very open pussy-slit. As soon as my tongue touches her clit I feel two small, soft hands grasp my cock shaft. She holds my dick as if she were holding a soft, furry mammal; firm yet gentle.
The thumb of one hand glides over the underside of my cock head, sending waves of pleasure into my groin, while the fingers of the other curl around the base of my prick, squeezing it gently. Yes, Shawna knows exactly what it takes to bring me off -- and if she keeps it up I'm going to spray my jizm all over her cute sexy face. But tonight (for the first time) my dear, sweet, Shawna wants more than to simply jack me off while I pleasure her. As my tongue delves between the lips of her feminine sweet notch Shawna pulls my prick downward, bending it towards her own mouth. "YES!" my mind screams. What comes out is an indistinct "suck it!", the sound being muffled by Shawna's cunt. At first, Shawna just holds the head of my engorged penis between her lips. The sensation is almost indescribable -- warm, damp, and oh so soft -- and I (once again) have to consciously restrain myself from collapsing on top of her. Instead, I freeze in place, my mouth covering her pussy.
After a moments pause Shawna starts licking at my glands; it's as if she were capturing the pre-cum as it drools from my cock. She still has one hand wrapped around the base of my penis, and as I recover enough to lick back at her pussy my teen lover gently but steadily pulls at my dick, guiding more and more of my hard, adult erection into her pink mouth. When she has a good third of it between her lips she tightens her mouth around the shaft and starts sucking. I can't help myself -- a full throated groan escapes my lips. God, she is good! Mine may be the first cock Shawna has ever tasted but she knows *exactly* what to do. Her tongue never stops moving, matching every lick I deliver to her clit with one of her own to the sensitive place under my cock head.
I am doing my best to eat her out (I want to make her cum first) but then, in her rising excitement, Shawna starts jerking and squeezing my dick. Shit! I am very close to the edge as it is, and when one hand leaves my cockshaft to cup my balls, I can no longer hold back. "Shawna," I moan into the dampness of her cunt "I'm gonna..." I never get the last word out. Shawna's small, hot hand cupping my testicles is too much. They tighten, and before I can raise myself off her body I start cumming, filling Shawna's mouth with fresh, hot semen. She gags -- but she doesn't release her grip! With one hand she keeps my dick head in her mouth, (the other is still cradling my balls) and when I fire a second shot into her mouth the gagging noise is replaced by the unmistakable sound of her swallowing.
She's drinking my cum! Again I ejaculate, and it's almost painful in intensity -- I can actually FEEL the semen as it leaves my testicles. Two more times I fill her mouth with my jizm, and again I here her gulp it down. At last Shawna releases her grip, allowing me to pull my spermy, wet dick from her lips. Sitting back on my haunches I gaze into her face, gaze into those huge brown eyes. A thin trickle of semen runs from either corner of her mouth. Her lips are shiny; slick with my ejaculate. "Oh, my precious..." I whisper.
She raises a hand to her left cheek, tentatively fingering the clear, slick cum trail along the side of her face. I reach out and take her hand in mine. I know she's not going to like this, but... I have to. Placing my hands on either side of her face I lean forward and press my lips against hers. She jerks her head sideways, sliding her cheek across my lips, and in the process I receive a small taste of what she has taken a whole mouthful of. My cum. It's salty, stronger than I *ever* remember it. I try and pull her head around towards mine, gently at first, then harder, but she won't let me.
We struggle for a few seconds, but I haven't the heart. OK. It was enough just to taste. I release her head. Immediately she stops struggling, pauses, then ever so slowly tilts her head back. Silence. "Would you do me now?" she asks softly. When I came much of my lust for her was drained right along with my balls, but I can't leave her unsatisfied. Not now, not after what she did for me. Slowly I climb off the couch, stand, then walk to the end and kneel before my young lovers feet. Taking one ankle in each hand I spread Shawna's legs as wide as possible, draping one foot over the top of the couch as I push the other to the floor.
With her legs splayed thus Shawna's tender sex is completely exposed and vulnerable. Even her pussy lips are fully flowered, revealing her (so far) un-violated cuntal opening. "So beautiful..." I whisper as once again I scoot between her thighs and lower my face to her wet, fragrant crotch. I'm in no hurry -- it takes but a few minutes of direct clitoral stimulation to make Shawna come -- and I want to savor the taste and smell of her hairless sex for as long as I can. Resting my nose in the crease of her mons (all the better to inhale her sweet, musky scent) I lick her like a dog; flat tongued, drawing the small bud of her clit against my upper lip on each stroke, using a technique that Shawna herself taught me.
Softly she moans, tensing her legs every time I complete a lick. After one particularly hard shudder and moan I look up to see her tugging at her pink breast buds. Her long, delicate fingers form inverted tents above her swollen nipples as she twists and pulls them in time to my oral ministrations. My right hand creeps up her body until I can cup her hand in mine. As I take over she slips her hand from under mine and jambs the back of it into her mouth, stifling her moans. "Uhhh...Ummm...Ummmmm..." her voice is a soft, high pitched mew, and when she arches her back I know it's only a matter of seconds before she will come. I give her clitoris a final lick, then suck the tender sex button between my lips.
"AAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.......Ooohhh" She wailed and locks her legs around my head, frantically pumping the wet folds of her cunt hard against my chin. It's all I can do to keep my mouth in contact with her cunny as her body clenches and clenches again in repeated orgasms releasing her girlie juices on my face and for it’s like ambrosia for a dying person. When she finally relaxes, it's with a long, high pitched, long girlish moaning sigh. As she exhales, she drops her legs from around my head, allowing me to finally pull my face from her crotch. "Wow," I breathe as I sit up and french kiss her on her lips . She smiles weakly in reply. Later, after a long cuddle, I leave my now-sleeping lover and sit at the bottom of the stairwell, looking up the stairs to a cold, but not empty, bedroom.
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