Libby Doe - I Need More!

I did nothing but watch. It was his game. He had to make the move.

He did. Without a single word of acknowledgement from me, he reached across the space separating us, and slid his arm around me, pulling me close to him. He was that confident in himself. Here he was, making love to a woman twelve years older than he, and yet, he didn't hesitate for a single moment.

He drew my face to his. His mouth was open, and he forced his tongue between my lips. My mouth molded itself against him, and I accepted his tongue. It snaked into my mouth, bringing with it a hot, squirming fire that lashed against my own tongue, and licked at my teeth.

He kissed well. That same self-assured confidence pressed against my lips, rotating slowly, pressing down with just the proper amount of pressure and abandonment. I sensed his technique had been well perfected.

His hand moved to my breast. He had large hands, and his fingers tightened around my flesh with ease and sureness. For a moment I thought I felt his hand tremble as it touched my breast. I don't think he had realized that I hadn't worn a bra. His gaze had only discerned that I wasn't wearing any panties.

He squeezed my tit appreciatively, pressing the flesh down against my body, and moving his hand in small, rotating pressures. He pinched inwardly with his fingers and palm, catching the nipple against the material of my dress, and causing it to grow hard and stiff. He ran his index finger across the tip of my tit, brushing the erect nipple back and forth through the dress.

His tongue continued to move in my mouth, wetly, hotly.

I remained passive, allowing him to kiss and touch me.

I think he sensed this, and decided to make his own moves. He took his hand from my breast and picked up 'my hand. He brought our hands down to his crotch, and he wrapped my fingers around his erect cock. Then he put his hand back on my tit.

His cock was hard. And long. My fingers weren't passive as they pulled at his cock through his pants. I ran the palm of my hand down the length of his cock, from his belly to the tip. His cock was very thick, and I could feel the heat of his body generating up through the rough material of his pants. I squeezed down at his flesh, wrapping my fingers under the material so that I was holding his cock up, off of his body. I squeezed it again. It was as hard as a rock.

Encouraged, he began to unbutton the top buttons of my dress. His fingers moved steadily and surely down until he had me naked to my navel. He slipped his hand into the open dress, and continued his massage against my naked tits. His hands were cool against my hot flesh.

Without wanting to, I began to moan. Regardless of what I thought of his personality, he was good. The moans came out wetly, escaping from our open mouths and hot, wriggling tongues.

I could almost feel his confidence growing under my fingers. He pulled his lips from mine, and put his mouth down against my tits. He used the same slow, sensual kissing movement against my breast as he had against my mouth. Moving slowly, wetly, lashing his hot tongue across my nipples. I could feel his teeth biting into the flesh of my tit, grinding pleasurably down in small nibbles. I felt him suck my nipple up into his puckered lips. My tit tingled excitedly against the wet suction of his lips.

With the hand that had been on my breast, he moved it across my stomach, then down between my legs. He guided his hand slowly, allowing me to savor the intent of his movement. I parted my thighs to permit him entrance, and he slid his hand up under my dress, and touched the wetness of my naked cunt.

His fingers curled around the mound of my cunt. His hand rubbed against me, pressing upward. I heard the scratchy sound of my hair against his hand. The noise excited me.

He began to slide his middle finger up and down the slit of my cunt. The finger separated the thick outer lips, and began to play in the moist slickness between, spreading the wetness of my excitement up and down the length of my cunt.

He lifted his face from my tit. "Take my cock out," he commanded.

I fumbled with his zipper and pulled it down. His cock popped out, naked. At first I thought he had worn no underwear, but then I felt it under my hand. I realized that he had his cock pulled out of the slitted opening of his shorts. He had arranged it that way before he'd come here. He was that sure of himself.

I moved my hand up and down his cock.

He put his mouth back on my nipple, and began to circle his probing middle finger around the outside of my cunt hole. His finger was barely inserted into the hole, and he moved the tip of his finger around slowly, letting it squish through the wetness, pulling the entrance hole tightly and tautly with his rotating hardness. I found it excruciatingly exciting.

His cock was thick and long. I squeezed its round, uncircumcised head under my fingers, and I felt him tremble under the pressure. I pulled his balls free from his shorts, and they hung down the outside of his open zipper like twin sacks.

He inserted his tip of his finger into my cunt, down to the first joint, perhaps half an inch. He continued to move the finger in the same circle, stretching the lip of my cunt hole until I felt the trembling excitement of pleasure from the caress. I could feel the wetness of my body dribbling down against his finger.

"Suck my cock!" he said. He thrust his finger up into my box. His finger was long and hard, and I felt a swell of pleasure push outward from his jabbing movement. I felt the lips of my cunt clutch close involuntarily around his finger, catching the knuckles of his fist in the soft, outer thickness of my cuntal lips.

"Suck my cock!" he said again.

It hadn't been necessary for him to repeat it: I had every intention of sucking his cock. My mouth was watering in expectation of swallowing his long, thick hardness.

With his finger inside of my cunt and his lips back on my tit, I bent forward and put his cock in my mouth. I guided him in with my hand, still on his cock from before, pulling his thickness into the wet anticipation of my mouth.

His cock was hot in my mouth. I closed my lips against the sides of him, pressing the flat part of my tongue against the underside of the organ. I let my saliva dribble down his cock, and I began to pump my head up and down his length in a bobbing motion. I slid him down until I could feel the cool scrape of his open zipper against my lips. Wiry blond pubic hairs, standing stiffly out from between the open flap of his shorts, tickled my nose each time I slid down his cock and buried my face into his hot crotch.

His finger in my cunt became a piston. He pushed it in and out with a frantic tempo. I felt the walls of my passage way opening and closing around the bluntness of his pushing finger.

"Suck it, baby!" he moaned. "Suck out my come!"

I remembered then what I had told Lynda about the pleasures of swallowing come from a hot cock. The idea sounded exciting then, but now my cunt ached for a good fucking. Reluctantly, I pulled my lips away from his cock.

"Fuck me," I said. My eyes were closed, and my body was alive with raw sensation from his rapidly thrusting finger.

"What did you say?" he asked. Without looking, I knew he was smiling. "Fuck me," I repeated. "Say it louder… and better."

"Fuck me… please."

"Louder!" His confidence made me squirm. The supreme ego: the male with the golden cock. "FUCK ME!"

He slipped his hand from my cunt and began to undo the rest of the buttons. His hand was wet against my body. The dress fell loose, and I shrugged out of it. I was naked now.

He pushed me back on the couch. I lay flat, with one leg dangling off the couch, and the other up against the back cushions. My whole cunt was exposed to his view.

He leaned forward and began to lick at my cunt. His tongue was hot and he slid it into my box as though it were a wet cock. I felt him slide up inside of me.