Often I worked nine or ten hours. It wasn’t like I normally had loads of things waiting for me after work. Today was different. I left there immediately and had to control myself to keep from speeding on the way home. I’d given Tracy my spare key so she could let herself in and out as necessary. I came in the apartment, looked around and saw no sign of Tracy.
I went in the bedroom to change and found Tracy naked on the bed with her legs spread wide and that shaved pussy inviting me in. I almost tore a button off my shirt taking it off, quickly getting naked and climbing into bed alongside her. She pulled my head to her and we began to kiss. She grabbed my dick and seemed to be trying to get that inside her.
“We have plenty of time. There’s no hurry, and we need to use a condom when we do that.”
We resumed kissing and I brought my hand up and began to fondle one of her boobs. I’d been aching to do that and I reveled in it now. They were warm and soft, though her nipples could almost have cut glass. I stroked it from the outside, working my way slowly to the nipple. As I ran my thumb across the nipple, Tracy gasped and pulled my head closer.
As I worked her breast over, Tracy pulled her head back and moaned. I took advantage of that to slide down her body and begin to kiss the breast I’d been playing with as I began to stroke the other one. I kissed the nipple, sucking it into my mouth and pulling away on it until it popped from my lips. She gasped and moaned, so I did that a few more times before licking, sucking and kissing my way around that one.
Tracy ran her hands through my hair as I enjoyed the sweetness of her titties, then I shifted to kiss the other one as I moved my hand down to her little pussy. I ran my index finger down the middle of her slit. She was wet and her labia were starting to spread slightly. I then took three fingers, one down each side and one up the middle. Tracy moaned and began to pump her hips.
I took my middle finger and parted her lips getting just inside her sweetness. I had it maybe a quarter inch in, just stroking up and down until I felt her clit start to peek out from its hiding place. I gently stroked her clit while putting my finger further in her. I fingered her as best I could while sucking on her breast.
As I stroked them, her labia seemed to get slightly puffy and spread a bit. I could hear Tracy moan and buck as I enjoyed stimulating her boob and pussy. She began to gasp and moan and I felt muscles rippling around the pussy and up into the abdomen. She grabbed my head and she was fucking my finger every bit as much as my finger fucked her.
She began to relax, and I kissed her before sliding down to kiss her pussy. I kissed and licked, paying special attention to her clit. She soon had wrapped her legs around my neck and was moving her hips, fucking my tongue as I licked her. She pulled me tight as she came for a second time. My mouth was covered in her juices as I kissed my way back up her body.
“I never imagined it could be like this.”
“I wanted your first time to be special.”
“I knew it could feel good, but not like that.”
As we kissed, she had to taste her own juices on my lips. That didn’t seem to bother her. After we kissed for a bit, she reached down and grabbed my cock.
“Would you like me to do the same for you?”
“I don’t need that. I’ve been happy with what we’re doing.”
“Do you think it’s time to…?”
“Is that what you really want, Tracy?”
“You’ve taken me in, you’ve bought me things, you’ve made me feel good. I want to do nice things for you too.”
“It should be about more than being grateful to me.”
“It is more than that. I just – ”
“If that’s what you want, I will, but we need to use a condom.”
“I understand. No babies. Not yet.”
I stopped and reached over into the side table by the bed, opened a drawer, and found the condoms I’d bought. My cock was rock hard as I opened the package. I lay on my side with my dick sticking out as Tracy watched. I put the thing on, then rolled onto my back and pulled Tracy on top of me. She squealed as I did, then smiled and kissed me.
“I want you to drive the train this time. If this is what you want, then guide it in. If you’ve changed your mind, just kiss me and roll off.”
“That won’t happen.”
She reached down and grabbed my cock and put it at the entrance of her ecstasy. She eased it in just a little, with just the head in her. She looked at me with an expression of wonder, leaned forward and kissed me then thrust her hips, burying my dick deep inside her. She whimpered just a little and closed her eyes, then opened them, smiled and kissed me again.
“It hurt, but not as bad as I thought it would.”
“Take it slowly, as it feels comfortable. We don’t need to hurry.”
I reached up and began to caress her sweet little breasts, paying close attention to the nipples. After an initial quick squeal, she kissed me and seemed to revel in it. As I played with breasts with one hand, I brought my other hand around and began to massage her ass. Tracy began to slowly move her hips back and forth. She moaned and squirmed as she did.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only a little, but it’s a good hurt.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Don’t you dare think about stopping this.”
As she got comfortable, Tracy began to pick up speed. The condom reduced my sensitivity just a little, but it still felt absolutely wonderful having my dick in her tight little pussy. I still wasn’t sure we should be doing this, but we were long past second thoughts. I surrendered myself to the feeling of my prick in her tight pussy, as my hands explored her ass and breasts.
I was glad in a way for the condom. Not only did I not want to get her pregnant, but I was so horny that I might have cum almost immediately. Instead I felt the kind of ecstasy that I hadn’t known for years. Bad girl or good girl didn’t matter. Tracy was in my bed, riding my cock and we both seemed to be lost in our pleasure.
Tracy covered my lips with kisses until she got too much into the fucking to pay that much attention. I moved from her lips to her ear lobe, kissing and nibbling on it. Tracy moaned and picked up the pace, driving my cock faster and deeper into her pussy. I kissed my way down her neck with her moaning and writhing until I got too caught up in the fucking myself.
I felt a heat rising through Tracy’s body, then her pussy tightened up around my dick even more, and she was pretty tight to begin with. I felt her stomach muscles contract as Tracy lost herself to her pussy and my cock, frantically driving me deeply into her. I could feel my own orgasm building as she seemed to lose herself to the feelings.
I felt myself start to cum and pulled her ass tightly to me as I came with my dick buried deep in her sweet tunnel. I came so hard, I almost blacked out from it, and Tracy seemed similarly lost in her pleasure. Gradually, the room came back into focus and I looked up into Tracy’s eyes. She smiled and we began kissing with my slowly shrinking cock still buried in her.
We kissed and touched each other as my prick slowly eased its way out of her. I had to be careful to make sure the condom came out of her along with my cock. I didn’t want to lose the condom in her and undo the effect of using it. We rolled on our sides and continued to kiss and caress until we both paused to catch our breath.
My stomach rumbled and I realized that I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and it seemed Tracy hadn’t either. Reluctantly, we disentangled and made our way to the kitchen, still quite naked and stopping to kiss and touch each other often along the way. I don’t know how we managed to make dinner without burning ourselves or the food, but we did.
We sat at the table, with Tracy on my lap as we ate. My cock had recovered and pressed against her cute bottom. I held her on me with one hand and ate with the other, though our eating was regularly interrupted my stopping to kiss and fondle each other. I was on the verge of cumming all through dinner as my dick sawed across her ass.
“Charles, you said you wanted to make it special, and it was.”
“I wanted it to be good for you – at least as good as I could make it.”
“I don’t know how anyone could make it better.”
“I know there are other men with more experience and better techniques than me.”
“It isn’t just what you did – it’s that I could tell you cared about me, not just using my body.”
“But I did use your body.”
“And I used yours and want to use it again, maybe lots of agains.”
“I’m an old man. I can’t get it up like a twenty year old.”
“We’ll work with what we have, and you might even surprise yourself.”
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