She draws back immediately, eyes wide.
“Did that hurt?” is Lily’s whisper. “I’m so sorry, Shaft.”
The anticipation is practically killing me. But this girl is so sweet and beautiful that instinctively, I know I have to go slow.
“No honey, that didn’t hurt,” I say reassuringly. “The opposite. I liked it. Do you think you could do that again?”
She nods, still staring at my cock. And then slowly, her finger traces the head again, the touch so light yet so tantalizing that my cock jerks this time under her digit.
“Oh!” she cries out. “I’m sorry, that must have hurt!”
Shit, Lily is so naïve. So I go with it, instead of trying to play it off.
“It didn’t hurt exactly,” is my rumble. “But you know what would make it feel even better? If you licked it a little. Would you do that for me, baby girl?”
She gasps, eyes round. But then slowly, the brunette nods.
“Yes, I’m sorry for hurting you,” she mewls. “Just tell me how to make it up to you.”
She’s playing right into my hands. With a swift motion, I pull the waistband of my shorts down, letting my cock pop out to its full glory. And shit, but it’s fucking intimidating. Ten inches long, the pole’s veiny and hard, pulsing with a deep pink color.
But Lily’s not scared. Instead she takes another deep breath before dropping to her knees in front of me. Her curves quiver as those big brown eyes look on hungrily.
“Like this?” she says, leaning forwards, about to take the head in her mouth.
But at the last minute, I pull away so that the glans grazes her cheek.
“Naw sweetheart, not quite yet. I like where you’re headed but I have a rule for all girls who move down this path.”
She rocks back on her knees, looking up at me.
“What is it?” Lily asks, biting her lip. “What do I have to do? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you’re fine,” I say soothingly. Shit, the ache in my balls is so fucking painful now that it’s surprising that I’ve even lasted this long without blasting. But a lot of work goes into training a new girl, so I look her straight in the eye, imparting the seriousness of the matter.
“Honey, all girls that taste my dick have to be nude,” I say matter-of-factly. “Or at the very most, in their panties only.”
She gasps, cheeks flushing wildly once again.
“I’m sorry?” is her refrain. “D-do you really mean it?”
I nod solemnly.
“Oh, I mean it baby girl. Believe it. So if you want some of this,” I say gesturing to my bobbing cock, “Take it off sweetheart.”
She colors.
“But this is wrong,” she whispers, looking at me before quickly looking at the floor again.
“It is,” I agree amiably. “But honey, we’ve already come so far. Why don’t you take it off and let those curves get some air? The spandex is tight, gym clothes can be uncomfortable sometimes.”
And I can tell she agrees. After all, Lily is a big girl, and this stretchy shit can be fucking annoying sometimes. So she bites her lip, just thinking for a moment. But then those small hands reach down to grab the edge of the loose t-shirt, slowly lifting it.
“That’s it,” I say encouragingly. “Take it off, sweetheart. I’ve already seen what you’ve got there, and it’s beautiful. Take it off.”
With slow motions, she lifts it over her head, shaking those brown curls free once it’s finally off. God, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Her boobs jiggle and bounce naturally, the bright tips a cherry red now from arousal.
Unable to control myself, I lean forwards quickly and lick one, biting it before standing up once more.
“Oh!” she cries out in surprise, hands flying to her cheeks. Oh god, that felt good!”
“I know,” is my low growl. “But we’re not done yet. No gym shorts, sweetheart. Take those off too.”
And slowly, she gets up and begins pulling the spandex material down. It’s like watching the curtains draw open over heaven. Lily wiggles and jiggles, struggling to get the fabric over her hips.
“Sorry,” she pants, “they’re a little tight.”
I sit back and watch, my cock appreciating the sight. Because the little filly’s literally doing a dance in front of me, her boobs flying up and down as she jumps, trying to get the tight material off.
“No worries, sweetheart,” I manage to choke out. “Take your time.”
And finally, it’s off. Oh shit, she’s gorgeous. Lush and big everywhere with a huge rump, the white cheeks bisected by the tiniest strip of purple silk.
“G-string hmmm?” I say, slowly fisting my cock as I take in that beautiful body. “You like teasing guys, don’t you?”
She flushes once more, the red running down her neck to spread beautifully over her breasts.
“No, it’s not that,” she protests breathily. “They’re more comfortable, I swear. Especially when you have tight shorts on. I don’t want there to be a panty line.”