Brad Harris: Caged virgin

Her skirt rustled gently over her hose. Her tits heaved luxuriously beneath the shimmering peach satin blouse. Her brilliant green eyes sparkled at him. Brill watched her, unable to comprehend why a girl so willing to dress herself in such a totally provocative outfit, would be so reluctant to let him take her back to her bedroom. He had been disturbed about that for four months, ever since he began dating the luscious young woman.

She wasn't frigid. He was sure of that. When they kissed, she was anything but hesitant. Her tongue always met his in eager play. Her tits thrust firmly against him as he held her. She enjoyed dancing with him, enjoyed tormenting him by dragging her thighs upward between his legs. No, he was sure that she wasn't frigid. She was as hot a piece of pussy as he had ever met. He just hadn't worked out the right approach to her.

She was worth taking the time to figure out. Brill was certain of that. The young executive was sure enough of that to pass up the dozen girls eager to get his cock in their cunts. He had been spending almost all of his free time with Lynda. Tonight he intended for his patience to pay off. This was the night he intended to score. His hands trembled at the thought of getting his prick into that gorgeous body.

"Thank you," he murmured to her as she handed him his drink and sat closely beside him.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?"

"A dozen times," she smiled back at him. "At least that. Don't stop, though. If you say it often enough, I might believe you."

"You'd better believe me," he assured her, placing an arm about her and drawing her closer as they relaxed and listened to the lush, sensuous strains of a Stravinski number playing on her stereo. "You'd sure better believe me. You'd better get used to my saying so, too."

She laughed and nestled against him. Her ripe, firm tits rubbed against him. Her long, lithe leg pressed tightly against his own. He tingled all over from her touch. The light, exotic smell of her perfume sent his mind reeling. Damn! Everything about her sent him reeling. He had to have her. He had to feel those legs wrapped around him while he pumped his cock into her soft, tender pussy.

Her lips were moist and inviting as she smiled up at him. Brill slowly brought his mouth over those luscious red lips and felt her body tremble beneath his embrace. He sucked deeply at her breath, then ran his tongue inside her mouth as she parted her lips willingly. The tip of her own tongue teased and taunted as they clung tightly together. He turned her so he had her back between his body and the cushions of the couch. His hand caressed up her waist from her hips to her side, feeling the swelling flesh of a luscious tit. He turned her body enough to bring her tit squarely into the palm of his hand.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, arching her back and thrusting her tit into his excited caress. "Mmmmm, this is nice."

"Sure beats a movie," he admitted breathlessly. "No need to watch others do it when we can do a little of it ourselves."

Her eyes were misty, glowing dreamily at him with deep green fire. He kissed her again, laying her down onto the soft couch and caressing her lovely tits. He felt her nipples harden beneath the delicate satin of her blouse. He felt her gorgeous breasts swell in the rise of her passion. He lifted his lips from her mouth and kissed along the neck of the soft blouse, moving over the swollen flesh of her tits while his fingers teased about each nipple and areola. Her buttons stood out plainly as they thrust tightly against the blouse.

"Ohhhhh, sweetheart," he moaned. "You're beyond description. You're just too beautiful!"

He dropped one hand down her leg and lifted her skirt as he caressed up her thigh. His breath was coming in short gasps as his hand traveled over her thigh. He brought his fingers inside her thigh and pressed against the mouth of her pussy. She stirred in his arms, her body pulsing at his slow, deliberate strokes. Her eyes were still smiling at him. Her lips were closed and smiling, moisture glittering across their sensuous shape. Her eyes narrowed as though with exquisite pain each time he rubbed at her pussy. Her tits heaved, rubbing against his chest, rubbing against the hand that remained upon them.

His cock throbbed inside his pants. He glanced down and watched as it swelled, filling any looseness that his pants allowed. He took one of her hands and laid it against the hot crotch. He pressed her lovely fingers into the pulsing, throbbing cock and watched the smile of pleasure deepen on her delicately shaped face.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Mmmmmm, I like what I feel. Don't you think we'd be more relaxed in my bedroom?"

He looked at her in surprise. Hell yes! He could scarcely restrain his excitement as he slipped off the couch. He got his hands beneath her and lifted her in his arms. She was surprisingly light as he carried her back to the room.

"That door," she whispered. "The bed is waiting for us."

The satin sheets on the bed dominated the soft, feminine bedroom. The heady scent of her perfumes mesmerized him as he walked to the bed and laid her across the shimmering gold sheets. She smiled up at him, more breathtakingly beautiful than he ever dreamed a woman could be. The young executive sat beside her and began slipping her blouse off her shoulders. Her bare tits were beyond resistance. Brill kissed and sucked on her fantastic breasts as he unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it down her legs. Lynda held his face against her tits and rubbed them over his mouth and cheeks. She shivered at his kissing, releasing her hold on his head to take off her hose and panties. She lay naked, waiting for him as he quickly removed his own clothing and came back to the bed, his cock lunging frantically about in the air.

"Here," he told her. "Here's what I've been trying to give you for months."

He put her hand on his cock, closed her fingers around the hard, pulsing rod. She caught his prick in her hand and began to pump him slowly and sensuously. Brill shuddered at her touch, leaning back to suck at her tits while he ran a finger into the lips of her pussy. He stroked slowly at her pussy, easing his finger inside and teasing her clit until she was writhing about the bed.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed. "Oooooo, I've wanted this! Oooo! I hoped you wouldn't give up!"

She fondled back into his balls, her fingers playing about his nuts while he gasped for breath with surging passion for her. Brill rubbed her clit harder, delighting in his ability to make her body leap about in trembling delight. He pushed his finger deeper into her pussy, letting his knuckles rub against her clit while he finger-fucked as far into her as he could reach.

His tongue lapped at each nipple. He sucked each tit into rolling pleasure. She was beginning to lubricate, beginning to pump her fluids lushly over his pumping finger.

"Ohhhhh, my sweetheart," he murmured. "I'm crazy to get my cock into that lovely little pussy."

"Yes!" she answered him. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Brill, please fuck me!"

The brunette shuddered with her own surging passion. She gasped in delight as he mounted above her. His luscious cock drove at her cunt, parted the lips of her pussy and embedded itself into her. Their bodies trembled together as he rubbed his cock head just inside her cunt, sending fantastic sparks of ecstasy through her clit. The young woman moaned, rolling her head from side to side as she felt her body leap about with deep, sensuous spasms. She humped her cunt along his gleaming shaft, taking more and more of the thick, juicy cock up her pussy. She wrapped her legs about his waist and humped rapidly, deliriously onto him as he fucked her in slow, deliberate thrusts of his maddening cock.

"Ooooooeeeee!" she panted. "Ooooo, fuck me! Fuck me, Brill! Oooooeeee!"