Andrea Herty - Chained To Desire

She obeyed, lapping hungrily and appreciatively and swallowing from time to time, until he instructed her to stop. He noticed then that her hand had dropped to her vagina. Yes, she had spread her knees on the floor slightly, put her hand up under her dress and had begun manually stimulating her cunt while licking his prick. He wished there was some way to rub her love nub while she sucked his rod, but that was not possible because he wanted her down there in front of him on her knees. That would come later. Yes, he would tongue her cunt.

He had never before felt the urge to dominate a female, to play "master," but for some inexplicable reason Ellen brought out some new and dormant need. "Don't make yourself come," he ordered. "Leave that to me!"

"Yes," she answered, her facial muscles twitching.

He raised her chin and stared into her pleading eyes. "Now I want you to suck my rod," he said. "I'm going to fuck your mouth nice and slow. You're going to be my cocksucker before we fuck, all right?"

"I told you before I want to do anything, everything," she said. "You can come that way if you want," she said. "I-I want you to. Go ahead and come in my mouth if you want to, hmm?"

"We'll see," Vern said. "There's plenty of time for everything. Right now just go ahead and suck it for a while. We'll see."

Vern ran his fingers along her scalp, holding her head firmly, and began easing his bulbous cockhead between her willing, swollen lips. She took to cock-sucking beautifully, as though she had been practicing all her life on knockwurst. He feasted his eyes on her hollowed cheeks as she dined mewingly, taking more and more of his flesh wedge into her mouth. like an eager horse, he let her have a little at a time, feeding it to her until half of his wanger was inside the gulping mouth, nearing the back of her throat, brushing the sides of the saliva-wet cavern. And then it was in as far as it would go, jabbing at the back of her throat while she grunted for more and kneaded his scrotum as if to coax forth the sperm in readiness there. Twice she took his prick from her mouth and drew his testicles slowly, gently, lovingly, inside her mouth, too.

Finally, when the tempo on his stalk became too frantic, and the sight of his prick worrying the inner folds of her mouth too stimulating for safety, he forced himself to withdraw completely and raised her to her feet. "Not in your mouth," he gasped. "Not yet!"

She protested briefly, begging him to come in her mouth, but she quieted when he spread her legs wide and slid his prick between her legs, so that it protruded beyond her ass and she could ride it and apply prick pressure whenever she pleased. Her skirt and panties were still on and Vern savored the feel of the silken, wet panties between his swollen flesh spear and her cunt and rectum.

He let her ride him that way, making a pleasure rail of his erect meat as he rubbed and sucked her tits. Finally, abruptly, he denied her his shaft, hastily stripped her naked, placed her left leg up on the chair arm, palmed her dripping labia and continued to suck her tits.

Her ecstatic groans rose incredibly, delicious to his ears, and gradually he traced the outline of her hole until his middle finger exerted pressure. She threw her head back, bucked involuntarily, then grabbed his wrist. He had not been able to tell if she was a virgin, and it occurred to him that he would not know for sure even if she was. He had never fucked a virgin before, so how would he know?

"Please, Vern!" she said. "I told you-this is my first time. I'm not scared exactly, but will you go easy?"

"Of course," he said. "Trust me. I won't hurt you. HI just play with your clit for a while and then-"

The thought of the tight, virgin cunt filled his mouth with saliva. Suddenly he dropped to his knees and began gorging himself on the tight, young snatch. Gulping, he licked her fiercely from tailbone to clit while her nails dug into his scalp, his back.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she pleaded through clenched teeth. "Don't ever stop! Gawd, don't stop! Ohhhhh, kiss it… Make love to it!"

He was concentrating solely on her clitoris now, wagging his head from side to side, his tongue tantalizing her nerve center. Then, slowly, he eased his middle finger into her tight channel as he licked the expanded love nub harder, harder. The eager, dripping twat clenched his finger like a rubber band. He felt no barrier, no virgin membrane. Yes, she could be a virgin. It was un-likely that a twenty-eight-year-old virgin would retain such a membrane. There was horseback riding, the possibility of an experimental finger, all the things he'd heard…

What the hell was he thinking of, he asked himself. What the hell difference did it make anyway? Still, he found himself asking in the middle of finger-fucking this delectable female the telltale question. "Has anyone done this to y-you before? Ever…done…it…to yourself?"

It was a stupid question. He was surprised she answered it. "Yes…a long time ago…just playing around with a sorority sister…didn't mean anything…wanted a man, but I-I was afraid. I wanted a prick, Vern. Your prick, Vern. Give me your prick…now!"

The thought of his prick up inside Ellen's tight cunt was driving him mad. He had never felt such fierce need to imbed his prick into a cunt before. At the same time, though, he wanted to make this first fuck for Ellen an experience she would treasure for a lifetime. Control yourself, Vern, he told himself. Just a bit more foreplay on the bed, and then you can give her the fucking to end all fucks. No, the fucking to begin all fucks! Stay in control, boy…stay in command.

For the first time in his life, he carried a woman. He carried Ellen to the bed, hastily stripped her naked, undressed himself, then lay down on the bed beside her. They lay on their sides, facing each other. Vern's pole still stood straight, rock-hard, throbbing, and instantly Ellen's soft hands grasped it. He let her jack on his rod while he nursed on her heaving tits. His right hand teased her clitoris while his left hand roamed over her back and tensed buttocks. Over and over again, she murmured groaning tributes to his beautiful prick and his skill as a lover.

She lunged with her mouth for his cock suddenly and he let her munch on it for a full minute before he pulled her back up, facing him again. He rubbed her clit harder now as he continued nursing lovingly and thoroughly at her breasts. The nipples were enormous now and he took his time, making a meal of them, twirling his tongue and drawing each one alternately deep into his mouth.

Suddenly she grew very tense and began trembling violently. He knew that signal and immediately ceased fingering her clit "Almost came, huh?"

"Oh, yesss," she said breathlessly. Then, "It's heaven almost coming, but not quite. It makes the coming so much more intense when you go to the brink a few times first."

"True," Vern said. "But how does a virgin know that?"

She gave his balls an affectionate squeeze. "I may be a virgin, but that doesn't mean nobody ever touched me there before. Also, I-I have a right hand, you know."

Vern had to smile. For some reason, the thought of females masturbating had always intrigued him. He reached down and manipulated his rod so that the head entered her hot-slick channel just a bit. Then he moved his prick so that it pressed against her love nub.

"Umm," he said. "I love the preliminary sampling. Yes, you're quite right, Ellen. Fucking is a lot better when you fool around for a long time first." He wiped his prong lingeringly along the length of her vagina. "Men love that pussy heat," he said. "Men will do anything for that bee-uht-eefull heat."

"I understand," Ellen said. "With me it's the boobies. Play with my breasts long enough and I'll follow you anywhere."