Norma Egan: The curious maid

perfectly round firm milky-white globes capped with small nub-like pink nipples. Her nipples always went erect when she got horny.

"Oh, baby," Kurt moaned.

He pressed his face against her naked boobs, his skin hot and glowing. He kissed all over her tender tits, and then his tongue flicked out. Michelle felt another hot burst of cream in the crotch of her panties. He was going to lick her nipples… Just the thought of it drove her wild.

"Kurt, no, maybe I better go home," she gasped. He paid no attention. His slick gleaming tongue flicked teasingly back and forth over her left nipple, gathering speed and pressure. Michelle felt electric jolts of pleasure radiating out from her breasts and down into her crotch. She tried to contain her excitement, but it was hopeless, just like all the other times. Her panties were soaked by now with her hot sticky cunt juice.

"Ohhhhhh, Kurt," she moaned.

He knew her well enough by now to tell when she was getting horny. That slightly husky edge to her voice told him that she was getting really turned on by his tongue flicking wickedly back and forth over her sensitive nipple. He pressed his mouth onto the taut pink cone and sucked it swiftly inside.

"Oooooo," Michelle wailed. "Kurt, baby, please. Be careful."

She was creaming a steady flood now, both her panties and her slacks soaked with it, and her pussy was swollen up tight and aching. It was times like this when she wished she didn't have all those moral scruples. She'd never had an orgasm in her

life, but she knew she needed one. If it weren't for her silly principles, she'd fuck Kurt-or masturbate. Anything to get some relief.

But her old-fashioned parents had raised her strictly, and she couldn't let herself go, couldn't allow herself to experience any sexual release till she was married. She loved it when Kurt aroused her, but she hated the hours of frustration afterwards when she tossed and turned alone in bed and tried to ignore the yearning in her cunt. If she could only frig herself, like some of her friends said they did-but even that was evil, according to her parents.

"Ohhhhhh, God, darling," Michelle whined, "please, please stop. You're making me too hot."

He was sucking on her nipple like a greedy baby, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her body. When she pleaded with him, he finally released her left nipple-only to suck in the right one and mouth it wetly, sending her off again on a dizzy course of pleasure. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it.

She and Kurt had been going steady for two years now, and they'd been hotly attracted to each other since the day they met. Their relationship had started with hours of wet drawn-out kisses and had quickly progressed to touching each other all over-with their clothes on. Michelle wouldn't go any farther than that, until a few months ago when she finally allowed Kurt to remove her blouse.

She knew Kurt was far from satisfied with that little victory, however. He was a healthy young male, and he wouldn't rest till he had his cock in her. She understood and couldn't blame him-but

he had to respect her feelings, too. She just couldn't live with herself if she surrendered her virginity before marriage. At least that's what her conscience said.

Her pussy said something else entirely-and Michelle knew it all too well. Her wanton pussy had no morals, no scruples. It had nothing but desires and it wanted to go wherever Kurt led. Right this moment, as he loudly and wetly sucked her tits, her pussy was creaming furiously, aching for him. She must resist it.

"Kurt, that's enough," she said firmly. "Please take me home."

He raised his mouth from her gleaming spit-soaked nipple, but he didn't get off her. She was pressed down by his lean hot body, and the pressure was making her so horny she could have screamed. Somehow tonight was worse than the others. She seemed to be homier than she'd ever been in her life. It would be a very good idea to go home, get away from temptation.

"Please," she repeated, "please take me home now, Kurt."

"It's early yet," he said hoarsely.

"I know," Michelle sighed, "but, darling, I just don't know how much longer I can control myself. I'm not kidding, Kurt. It's really bad tonight. Don't tempt me, please."

He looked at her, his eyes hot, almost gassy with lust. His voice was husky with stored-up need for her. "Baby," he said with difficulty, "I promise you I won't go all the way. Just let me bring you off some other way that's all. It won't hurt anything, Michelle. You'll still be a virgin. At least

let me show you what it's like."

Michelle wavered. She knew it was wrong, and that even if she remained technically a virgin, she'd still have gone too far. But she didn't know how much longer she or Kurt could stand the terrible frustration of never coming with each other. Perhaps this was a way out, a way to make this year more bearable.

"All right, Kurt," she sighed.

"Oh, baby," he said eagerly, kissing her, "you won't be sorry-I promise."

Then he was reaching for the zipper of her pants.

Michelle blushed hotly. She'd never allowed Kurt to touch her below the waist before and now he'd not only touch, he'd see. She couldn't stop blushing and trembling as he unzipped her pants and tugged them off. When he touched her panties and started to pull them down, she gasped.

"Easy," he said. "I gave you my word, honey-we won't go too far. Just relax. This is gonna feel great, Michelle, I promise."

That was just the problem. No matter what Kurt did to her, it always felt great-too great. She was always so tempted to go just one step farther. But tonight her need was so strong, she decided to take that dangerous step. She'd just have to trust Kurt's word that her virginity wouldn't be affected. She tried to control her trembling as he took off her panties and looked for the first time at her naked pussy.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, "you're beautiful there, too; I knew you would be."

Michelle felt hideously embarrassed, but terribly

excited, too. She had her eyes dosed, ashamed to meet his gaze, so she didn't know just what he bad in mind till she heard another zipper being undone and Kurt's ragged breathing as he shucked his own clothes. She was alone in the car with a naked man, naked herself. Her eyes fluttered open shyly.

She'd never seen Kurt naked before. She'd never seen a cock before, never even touched one in the dark. She couldn't help gawking. Kurt's body was beautiful, as she knew from seeing him in a bathing suit, but now all her attention was focused on his erect cock.

It stood straight up, stiff and swollen, springing from a nest of reddish brown curls. His balls, a deep glowing red, were swollen, too, taut round bags that crowded his crotch. Michelle's wandering eyes ran up the pale fat stalk of his prick and onto the knob-like purple head. She was trying to decide if cocks were ugly or beautiful, when a glowing sensation in her pussy answered the question for her.

"Touch it, Michelle," Kurt said softly. "It won't bite. Come on, honey, I want you to touch my cock."

She had no intention of doing so, but he took her hand and brought it over and laid her fingers against his stiff cock. She hadn't known what to expect, and she was pleasantly surprised to find it smooth and silky and warm, nice to touch. He let go of her hand and, without urging she began to pet his stiff prick, running her fingers shyly up and down the hot throbbing pole.

"Wrap your fingers around it, honey," he said huskily. "Give me a little more pressure. Yeah,

that's it. That's nice, Michelle. Just keep doing that, pumping my meat."

He settled back against the seat with a sigh, a lusty grin spreading over his face. Michelle dutifully curled her fingers around his fat rock-hard cock and pumped it steadily, up and down, applying just the amount of pressure he wanted. Almost immediately she saw bright bubbles of juice coming out of the little slit mouth of his cock-head. So guys got juicy, too.