Carlotta Graham - A wild yearning

"Mmmm, Arnold, darling, you're really getting excited quickly tonight," his mother-in-law whispered, compounding her error.

"But I'm…" And then his jaw fell slack and open. For the teenage temptress on the stage had taken off her long, shining black gown, revealing lengthy, well-rounded legs and high firm young breasts encased in black lace. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with the cream-white ivory of her succulent teenage skin.

Then there were sighs of delight from the audience as the girl's bra was unlocked and dropped to the floor of the stage beneath the burning spotlights. The full beauty of her firm, ripe young breasts swung and jiggled their way to freedom. They stood high and proud, topped, with quivering, turgid strawberry nipples atop luscious secondary mounds half-spherical in shape and form. The bulbous peaks of her gorgeous young breasts mingled with the effect of her long red hair to create a supremely erotic effect. She raised her arms, then, high up over her head, pulling her long red hair up, then releasing it to cascade softly down over her nakedly alluring shoulders.

Now the half-child was clothed just in black patent leather heels, dark hose, garter belt, and the thinnest wisp of see-through panties. Steve breathed hotly as he glimpsed the soft, rounded pubic mound and the thinly glistening little hairs curling out through the elastic crotch band of her panties. Then she turned and bent over slowly, her back to the audience. She drew the black silk panties tantalizingly down her hips and buttocks – brushing them sensuously against her thighs and calves, and discarded them at her feet. Then she stretched languidly, jiggling her firm, gravity-defying breasts, and teasingly turned frontward…

All of her smooth, delicious nudity was revealed now, from her round firm breasts to the soft orange triangle wherein nestled her slickly moistening young womanhood.

Steve didn't know what to concentrate on first – this gorgeous young girl on the stage, or his mother-in-law's hand, which was incessantly teasing at the relentlessly growing bulge in his trousers, mmming and aaaaahhhhhing as her hand gently fondled him, as if she had suddenly discovered the most wonderful male treasure in the whole world.

By now every urge on his part to inform her of her mistake had evaporated. Especially as his father-in-law had now returned and was concentrating avidly on the floor show on the other side of him. The embarrassment and shame a public argument might cause would be unbearable. No! Unthinkable!

Although it was remarkable, he reflected, that his own fortyish mother-in-law even did such things. He had always regarded her as so terribly strait-laced and untouchable.

"Mmmmmmm, Arnold," she whispered again, moving her head to his shoulder and gently licking at the lobe of his ear. "You have such a beautifully growing cock tonight, dear."

Steve gulped in the darkness. Now he was really becoming lost. Everything had gone altogether too far. His rod jerked wildly as she blew in his ear and licked it. His balls throbbed hotly, building and growing with their overload of orgasmic liquid.

Now the girl on the stage was squeezing her nudely exposed breasts in her hotly working hands and moaning softly, her eyes tightly shut. Then her fingers came up to tweak at the pulsating, blood-hard nipples. Her lovely tanned legs opened and closed slowly, exposing the young, sparsely hair-fringed slit of her vaginal lips, so quiescent but inviting between the fleecy thin curls of her red pubic hair. She sat down on the bed with an ecstatic gasp and began to tease two fingers in and out of it as the audience panted with passion and delight at seeing this beautiful young creature play so shamelessly with herself.

By now the teenage girl's buttocks were twisting back passionately against the sleek satin sheet of the bed, her body surrounded by the multi-colored pillows. Gasp upon gasp broke from her ecstatically working lips. It could be seen readily that her vaginal slit was moistening rapidly and wetting the tops of her thighs as her fingers worked back and forth between them.

By now Steve's breath was hitching spasmodically in his throat. Sarah, his mother-in-law, was still massaging his groin maddeningly, and cooing soft nothings in the darkness. He wanted to say something – but he was desperately afraid that all he was capable of was a desperate request for her to open up his trousers and really begin to play with it!

The young girl on the stage lay back ecstatically on the nest of thick, soft pillows, her long red hair fanning out, her desire-hardened breasts pointing skyward and not drooping in the slightest. Her fingers were continuing to slither in and out of her openly spread vaginal mouth, and everyone now could see it glistening, full of folds, in the bright spotlights that covered the stage. Her legs were scissored wide on the gigantic round bed and she gurgled ecstatically with each thrust and twist of her hungrily working fingers. Sharp little cries began to break involuntarily from her lips as her lovely head strained back and she dreamed of her imaginary lover.

Before long the girl was writhing lasciviously in the grip of her obscene, public display. Her hands ran, fondling, all over the delicious contours of her sleek young body, then plunged again into the bottomless well of her eagerly working young cunt. When she did caress herself, her hands ran over her body as if out of control with lust, her fingertips dancing erotically over the flat, ivory belly, digging greedily into the exquisite roundness of her firm young breasts, then finally plunging again into the hair-fringed cuntal slit up between her open legs.

She groaned and pulled her knees up until they almost touched her breasts, the juices from her hotly glinting cunt moistening the mattress and pillows all around her loins. Then she straightened her legs abruptly and let them fall out at a wide angle, revealing again the pinkly glistening crevice between. Her fingertip crawled like a spider to the soft, hair-covered lips and spread then apart until the wetly pulsating inner flesh was fully visible to the audience, the oval, fish-like mouth of her vaginal orifice opening hungrily. Then she groaned again as she plunged her fingers deeply into the boiling cauldron of her lust. Her face contorted as she violently fingered herself, and she began mouthing hideous, loin-tingling obscenities, the shining half-moons of her buttocks clenching around the hot, avid crevice between them. A gasp rose from the audience as her tiny, tightly flexing anus lifted upward into the light, puckering open slightly as if with well-used practice.

Steve gaped with disbelief as the girl stroked her hair-fringed pussy folds, swiping up fingertips of moisture and then pressing them down into the crevice between her widespread ass-cheeks, her tiny clitoris standing out high and hard above the desperately working hand.

By now Steve could feel his penis almost boiling over with little drops of cum at the head of it, and his testicles felt as if they were being tightened in a vice. But he still couldn't bring himself to say anything. His eyes rolled frustratedly in his head, and a great wash of perspiration had broken out on his forehead. Sarah was still gently massaging his cock, but she hadn't moved to do anything further. For a moment he was afraid he might slip and groan out from the pain building in his overheated groin, which felt as if it were throbbing like kegs of gunpowder about to explode.

The girl on the bed fingered her anus, then came back up to the wetly gleaming slickness of her open vagina again. Her hungrily probing fingers worked up inside the pink, wet folds, widening them out. Then she slipped two fingers smoothly in and out, groaning excitingly all the while. Her legs jackknifed back again, knees pressed tightly against her youthful breasts and her soft rounded pelvis worked demonically all around her rapidly finger-fucking fingers.