With one hand on my waist, he takes the other to my hair, grabbing it viciously. He pulls my head back and, leaning toward me, starts kissing down my chin toward my neck; once there, he starts nibbling at the soft skin gently. I close my eyes as I feel his lips against my neck, my rational mind slowly drowning in an ocean of pleasure.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you,” he whispers into my ear, a shiver going up my spine.
“I know,” I tell him, grinning. “Do you think I don’t know what you were doing when you went to take a shower?”
With jerking movements, I tug on his shirt and make the rest of the buttons pop out. I run my hands over his chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. It's absolute perfection. I just want to feel every single inch of his body and surrender myself to him. And there’s no stopping me now. Screw the consequences, whatever they might be.
“What I was doing…?”
“Yes,” I continue, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling it down his shoulders and throw it to the floor. Grinning, I take one hard look at him, my eyes wandering over his chest once more. I can’t even hear my own thoughts over the loud drumming of my heart. “You were thinking of me, weren’t you? Thinking of bending me over and having your way.”
“What if I was?” he asks me, breathing heavily. “You wanted me to be thinking of you…”
“Yes… Yes, I did.” Smiling, I let my hands slide down his chest until they meet the hem of his pants. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, sliding my hand down his pants and caressing the bulging shape that’s tenting his underwear. I start stroking him over the fabric, my fingers curled tight around his cock. He’s gigantic, his member pulsing against my hand in such an intense way that my insides clench in anticipation. But what else was I expecting? A guy with a reputation like Lance.... Bad attitude and a huge cock; it seems like these two things go hand in hand. And he’s still so young, so delicious ...
Leaning into him, I lay my lips against his, and then start kissing down his jawline. I trace the contour of his neck and go down to his chest, feeling his hard and ripped muscles against my lips.
Guided by unconscious cravings, I go down on my knees then, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down as I do it. I want to see what he’s hiding between his thighs. His cock springs free in a heartbeat, jumping eagerly into my hand. My fingers curl around it once more, feeling its warmness against my skin. A shiver goes up my spine as I realize how big he really is, my delicate fingers barely able to grip him. But I start stroking him all the same, my eyes locked on his as my hand goes back and forth at a low teasing rhythm.
I open my mouth wide, leaning forward and taking his glans in my mouth. Sucking on it, I let his flavor—a salty and manly one—inundate me. My eyelids droop, and before I even know what I’m doing, I’m moving forward, his whole shaft sliding inside of my mouth. I start to suck, bobbing my head back and forth and twirling my tongue around his glans. It tastes amazing, the scent of manhood crawling up my mouth and lodging itself on my brain like a perfect blanket.
Cupping his balls as I suck him, I caress them and roll them over my fingers. Then, as he kicks off his shoes, I push his pants and underwear all the way down and throw them into the corner. Pulling back for an instant, I stroke him as hard as I can, my eyes widening as I try to comprehend the huge member right in front of me; it simply goes beyond anything I have ever imagined… For once, real life is better than any late-night fantasy. I can’t help but wonder how well a young guy like Lance can wield such a huge cock.
My skin prickles as, slightly leaning forward, he places both his hands on my shoulders and, very slowly, slides them to my back. My skin prickles as I feel the warmness of his fingers; then, finding my bra’s hook, he unclasps it, letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. There’s no need for instructions; the moment my naked breasts come into view, he grabs them gently, his fingers brushing over my hard nipples.
I lean forward so that I can start sucking him again, his shaft rolling over my lips easily. With my hands on his buttocks, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can; matching my own rhythm, he starts thrusting, his fingers running through my hair as he ravages my mouth. I close my eyes, half-expecting him to not resist the way I’m sucking him. I wouldn’t complain if he came inside my mouth, not at all. But, of course, young men like Lance are never satisfied with one simple blowjob. They still have so much energy inside of them… They want more, always more. And that’s exactly the kind of attitude I need right now.
“Stop,” he says suddenly, the word coming out of his lips like a groan. He grabs my wrist, making me stop my stroking motion, and gently pushes my head back. I let his cock slide out of my mouth, and then allow him to pull me up to my feet. “My turn,” he says curtly, placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me back against the wall. I go willingly, simply looking at him as he pushes his body against mine, his naked chest pressed against my breasts. We kiss again, our tongues dancing around each other as his hands go up and down my side, exploring the curves of my body as if I was the most wonderful woman on Earth. And, the way he touches and kisses me, I just know that he’s never been with a woman such as myself. A woman my age. Oh, sweet Lance, he’s just now realizing that he has wasted his time with the girls his age…
I part my legs slightly so that he can fit betwe
en them, his hard throbbing cock pressed tight against the front of my skirt. I hike it up to my waist as his hands go up my leg, his fingers caressing my inner thigh and dangerously reaching for my thong. The moment he presses his hand against my pussy, the wet fabric of my thong the final frontier, a violent shiver of desire goes up my spine.
“Like it?” I grab his wrist and make him press his hand on me harshly, my pussy becoming even wetter as I succumb to that sweet pressure.
“I fucking love it,” he blurts out. Taking the lead, he flicks my thong to the side and, kicking patience to the curb, slides one finger inside of me. I feel a scream climbing up my throat, but I grit my teeth and stop it just in time, remembering where I am. I can’t even begin to image what Michael’s reaction would be if Lance and I were caught right now; he’d go insane, knowing he had a scandal on his hands. He just doesn’t see that scandalous things are the best ones. His wife fucking his son… I can already imagine a vein popping in his brain.
Lance brushes his fingertip against my G-spot, darts of pleasure hitting each and every one of my nerve endings. My eyes are closed, and I can’t hear a sound; my brain can only process one thing, and that’s the pleasure he is inflicting on me. Which is exactly what I want. I need all of my brain power to be solely devoted to pleasure right now. After all, why would I want to focus on anything else when I have Lance right here? He’s so much younger than me, and so eager to please me… When pleasure knocks at your door, you answer it, especially if you’re in a situation like mine, one where pleasure has became a distant friend.
I place my hands on his back, sliding them down to his buttocks and grabbing his ass hard, my fingers digging into his flesh as his cock pulses against my body. As I feel the perfect curves of his ass, he starts to slide his finger in and out of me at a vicious pace. My pussy is boiling, an eruption of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. Actually, it isn’t a threat: it’s merely a fact. I know it’s coming. And when it does, I don’t even have time to moan. I simply surrender to the avalanche that overtakes me and pulls my rational mind down into the depths of a decadent and sinful world.
My fingers turn into claws and I hook them in his buttocks as I come; driven by instinct, I bite down on the tender flesh of his neck, my whole body twitching from the sudden orgasm. He keeps going, sliding his finger in and out of me, without even allowing me to catch my breath. Stopping for one second only, he uses it to grab my thong and pushes it down my legs; he then does the same with my skirt, leaving me naked against the wall. He takes one step back, his hungry eyes wandering over my body, and I shudder in anticipation. It's amazing what two people can do in such a tight space.
“You look even more beautiful than I imagined…” He says, a hungry smile dawning on his face. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Then don’t,” I tell him with a wicked grin, anxious to feel his mouth against my wetness. Leaning in, he starts kissing my neck, his lips tracing a downward line over my body. I feel his mouth between my breasts, and then his lips wrap themselves tight around one nipple. Arching my back, I let a low moan tumble out of my lips as his mouth moves down to my stomach, laying gentle kisses over my navel as it continues its downward trajectory.
Much in the same way I did before, he goes to his knees, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy. He starts to kiss my inner thighs, teasing me mercilessly as I squirm. God, I want to feel his mouth on my pussy, his tongue on my clit… I want him to eat me, to devour me as if I were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his whole life.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and reel him in, forcing him to press his mouth against my wetness, his tongue lapping at my clit eagerly. I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder, allowing him to easily fit his head between my thighs. Opening his mouth wide, he sucks my drenched folds, taking my juices in his mouth as his tongue starts to jab at me, parting my inner lips and sliding in and out at a maddening pace.
I rest my hands on his, feeling dazed by the way he moves his head. Grabbing locks of stray hair, I keep pulling him into me violently while I thrust my hips against his face, rubbing my pussy all over his mouth. Relishing it, he redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking in a way that turns a never ending sequence of hushed moans into a long drawn out one. I have to bite my lips and remember where I am, trying to focus so that I don’t moan louder than I can. I’m actually surprised I haven’t lost all semblance of self-control. But I’m close… Really close.
The moment he focuses on my clit, his lips wrapped around it as he presses down with his tongue, my whole body shakes as I come. I pull on his hair as hard as I can, throwing my head back as I grit my teeth, suppressing a wild scream of savage pleasure.
I’m still shaking when he slides two fingers inside of me, moving them in and out in a matching rhythm to that of his tongue. He’s not even eating me out; he’s fucking me with his mouth. And it feels so right… After months of frustration, this seems like Heaven on Earth.
I don’t even know how it’s possible, but the first orgasm still hasn’t died and I’m already coming again, cresting the peak of pleasure’s mountains as my body is consumed by burning intense pleasure. My limbs are flailing and I’ve lost all control of my body. I’m like a puppet, carnal pleasure pulling the strings and guiding me toward another dimension… One where only ecstasy matters.