EXCERPT “You have the most beautiful cock, Mr. Morgan,” she said.
Her mouth opened wide and closed over the end of it. He groaned. This was a
really bad idea. He looked to his right. The blinds over the large, panoramic
front windows were open. That was a bad idea, too. Anyone who walked by could
see that he was getting his cock sucked.
He looked down at her sweet, blissful face. Her head was moving back and forth
and her lips were stretched around his shaft. He didn’t have the heart to make
her stop for something as important as that.
She had no problem with his size, as if she’d done this a hundred times with a
hundred different guys. For all he knew, she could have blown twice that many
guys.
He let her continue for a few minutes before he pulled her up to her feet.
“I gotta get you home now. Your Mom’s gonna kill me for this,” he said.
Rachel flopped on the sofa and spread her legs.
“Do you wanna do me now?” she said.
He was standing in front of her with his cock hanging out and her legs were
spread and she stuck her hand down the front of her jeans. He was frozen to
that spot, staring at her crotch. How easy would it be to fuck her right there?
He never got a better invitation.
“You never had your pussy licked?” he said.
She shook her head. He swallowed hard. How harmless could it be? It wasn’t
like he was going to get her pregnant.
He knelt between her legs. His cock swung in front of him like the trunk of an
elephant. She was watching him with an anxious, nervous smile. Her belt and
zipper were still unfastened. He grabbed her jeans by the waist. She lifted
her ass off the sofa. It was a tight fit, and he tugged one side then the other
to get them past her hips. He pulled them all the way down to her ankles and
pulled her feet out.
Her panties were little more than a thin, flimsy strip of fabric that barely
covered her crotch. These were the panties of an experienced woman who knew
what her overt sexuality could do to a man whose passions had been driven
dangerously high, not of an inexperienced girl who knew nothing of the danger
she put herself in by tempting the desires of a man whose strong passions were
in a desperate need of release. With a gentle tug, they slipped off her hips
and down her legs. He held them between his thumbs and index fingers, like a
delicate piece of tissue.
She squeezed her legs together, as if she was trying to conceal her most
private place now that the last bit of protection had been removed. Her eyes
were wide and her chest rose and fell. He suppressed a grin. For all her
teasing and flirting, the reality of sex made her frightened.
He pried her knees apart. Her resistance gave out with a faint gasp. Her
pussy lips were pink and a little puffy, with a touch of moisture and barely any
hair to hide it. He lowered his head and licked her slit.
“Oh my God,” Rachel said.
She flinched and her whole body lifted off the sofa. Roy licked his lips. He
stuck his tongue between her pussy lips. She groaned and her back arched and
she grabbed the top of his head with both hands.
He bent her legs back farther and pushed his tongue deep enough to touch her
hymen. He hesitated. That was strange. He’d never done that before. Was it
disgusting? He ran his tongue up and down her slit and pushed it deep to touch
her hymen again. No, it wasn’t disgusting.
She was thrashing and he squeezed her thighs to keep his tongue buried in her
pussy. Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out other than quick gasps for
air. It was hard for a girl to fake it when she was cumming that hard.
Her legs went limp in his hands and her body flopped on the sofa. He kept
licking, just running his tongue lightly over her pussy lips. She lay still for
a while, panting. When he lifted his head from between her legs, she
laughed.
“Oh my God. That was like the best ever. I’m like, I didn’t even know it
could be that good,” she said.
He straightened up and wiped his mouth. Her sweet juices were all over his
lips and chin.
“You’re too young to know the stuff you know. You should still be playing with
dolls and stuff,” he said.
His cock brushed the inside of her soft thigh and throbbed. He couldn’t
remember when it had been so hard, or looked so big, and it had been that way
for a few hours.
Rachel giggled.
“I never played with dolls, Mr. Morgan. I always liked to play with boys.”
He slid his hands up her thighs to her waist. Her nipples were hard points
under her shirt, begging to be touched.
“Yeah, that was my problem, too. I liked to play with girls more than I played
with boys,” he said.
She reached down between her legs and closed her hand around his cock.
“I bet there were plenty of girls who liked to play with you,” she said.
He closed his eyes. She touched the tip of his cock to her warm slit. This
was wrong and it should not be happening. But he didn’t have the will to make
her stop. His thumbs pushed under the bottom edge of her shirt and pushed it up
over her breasts. He prayed silently to God to forgive him. There was no going
back now.
He bent forward and licked one of her nipples. Rachel’s giggles stopped. The
room became very quiet, and the soft smack of his lips on her nipple became very
loud. He leaned forward and the shaft of his cock pressed into her moist
crotch. She sucked in a sharp breath and pushed against his chest with both
hands.
“Mr. Morgan? What are you doing?” she said in a soft, girlish voice.
“I don’t think I can stand it any longer,” he said.
His voice was harsh and forced.
“Can’t ... Can’t stand what?”
He lifted his head. His saliva left a wet ring around her nipple. He rocked
his hips and slid his hard shaft along her wet groove. She bit her lower lip
and groaned.
“I’ve tried very hard. I swear to you I have. Every time you flirted with me
or came on to me the last year or so I tried very hard to ignore you. But
you’ve made it so difficult. I’ve known you since you and Angela were little
girls. But you’re not a little girl anymore, are you?” he said.
Rachel shook her head. He pressed his hips forward, rubbing his shaft harder
along her moist slit. She groaned again and bit her lower lip, and her forehead
wrinkled like she was fearing for her life.
“What are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna give you what you’ve been asking for.”
“Oh God,” she said with a whimper.
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Children`s Fiction
Erotica Fiction
