Author: Elizabeth Heath
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Finally it was Saturday, Paul woke early with a his hand wrapped around his erect dick, slowly he began to stroke himself, picturing Debbie's naked curvy body next to him.
"My god," he thought to himself, "I am acting like a horny teenager." As he continued to stroke himself to orgasm.
Paul drove to Debbie's apartment at 4:30 Saturday afternoon, feeling kind of a guilty nervousness because of his recently discovered dirty old man thoughts of this young lady, he rang her doorbell.
Debbie opened the door to step out and Paul was instantly hard when he saw her. Debbie, dressed in a light summer dress that was probably a good 4 inches above her knees was a vision, her feet clad only in flip flops with her cute little toes painted a light pink.
Stammering a bit, Paul exclaimed, "Wow, you look fantastic."
"Why thank you kind sir, and you look pretty good in a pair of shorts yourself," Debbie said coyly. Watching his eyes as they roamed up and down her body, she smiled.
Paul opened the car door for Debbie to get in, as she sat, he got a nice look at her thighs as her skirt rode up a bit. His mind still lost in the sight, Debbie looked up at him and asked, "are you alright, Paul?"
With a slight shudder Paul replied, "huh, oh, yes, I am fine, just lost in thought for a moment."
As they drove, Paul kept stealing glances at Debbie, watching the bounce of her breasts with the movement of the car, looking down at her bared thighs and pretty little toes. These glances did not go unnoticed by Debbie, she purposely shifted a few times so that her skirt would slide up a little further, all the while smiling and enjoying the tease.
As they walked the streets, stopping at various fruit and vegetable stands their bodies often were touching, each slight touch of Debbie's body would send electric shocks through Paul, at one point as Debbie was slightly bent forward checking out some fresh tomatoes Paul got bumped and was pushed right up against her ass. His hands quickly went forward to steady himself landed on her hips. Debbie was at first startled but pushed back lightly and gave a little wiggle as she reached back to place her hand over Paul's, a slight sigh coming from her lips.
Paul stepped back a bit, his hands still on her hips and her hand still over his. Thinking to himself, "damn, I do hope she didn't notice how aroused I am."
After a few hours of browsing the stands and chatting about life in general they decided it was time to head off, placing their bags in the truck, Paul walked over to open the door for Debbie, as he reached for the door Debbie raised up on her toes and gave Paul a quick kiss on his lips. "Paul," she said, "that was fun, thank you for bringing me."
Paul, taken by surprise with the kiss said, "it is always a pleasure to be in the company of beauty."
Paul got in the car and glanced over at Debbie, she was taking off her flip flops and giving her feet a little rub. "I haven't walked this much in years, my feet are a bit sore, and strangely I am a bit hungry," Debbie said.
"Well, why don't we stop by my place for a quick bite and you can put your feet up for a while," Paul replied.
"Oh, that would be fantastic, I'm really not ready to lose your company just yet." Debbie said grinning.
As they entered Paul's house he took the bags of produce and placed them in the fridge saying, "go have a seat in the living room, get your poor tired feet up and relax, I'll make a quick meal and bring in some wine."
Bringing in a small plate of snacks and a bottle of wine Paul stopped and stared, Debbie was sitting on his couch her feet up on the coffee table, eyes closed and dress up almost to her panties. As he stared at her, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed his eyes devoured her body, walking around the table he looked first at the beauty of her feet and let his gaze continue up her legs, finally with a sharp intake of his breath he saw her panty clad pussy fully exposed to him. Paul almost dropped the plate of food as he stared at this forbidden fruit. Setting down the plate and glasses he poured them both a glass of wine and sat down on the other side of the sofa.
Debbie opened her eyes slowly, taking the wine from Paul took a sip and sighed, "my poor feet will never forgive me."
Setting his glass on the table, Paul says, "why don't you put your feet up on my lap, I will give them a massage, matter of fact, let me get some lotion." Standing Paul went to his room, coming back with the lotion and a warm damp towel he sat and patted his lap, "bring em on over here," he told Debbie.
Debbie lifted her feet off the table and turned her body toward Paul, gently setting her feet onto his lap.
Grabbing the warmed towel Paul first gave her feet a gentle bath with it, wrapping first one foot then the other in the warmth of the towel. Putting some lotion on his hands, Paul began to massage Debbie's feet, going from one foot to the other letting the moisturizer soak in, "You do have very pretty feet," he said.
Debbie only moaned as she leaned back to enjoy this new sensation.
As Paul lifted one of her feet to work on the bottom side, adding more lotion as it was absorbed, letting his fingers caress gently between her toes, Debbie leaned back and closed her eyes, letting this new sensual feeling relax her body. "My god Paul, your hands are amazing," she said in a low whisper, "I could take this forever."
Paul continued working tenderly on her right foot, while her left foot, still on his lap would flex and move slowly. This movement, along with the soft feeling of her other foot in his hands caused Paul's dick to start hardening under his shorts. Squirming a bit, trying to adjust the pressure in his pants only made things worse, his movements caused her foot to be rubbing gently on his ever hardening dick. "If she feels that she's going to think I am an old pervert," Paul thought to himself.
Paul then lifted her foot to his lips and gave it a kiss before laying it in his lap to begin work on the other.
Feeling Paul's lips touch her foot, Debbie felt her pussy actually tingle. "My goodness, I am getting turned on by a foot kiss," she thought to herself with surprise.
As Paul changed feet Debbie felt his hardness under her freshly loved foot on his lap, bending her leg slightly she rested the arch of her foot directly over Paul's hard on and rubbed a little. Causing a light groan to escape Paul's mouth. Even through his shorts the feeling was incredible.
Hearing his moan Debbie began to feel herself moistening, her pussy started to tingle as the touch of his hands on one foot and the feeling of his hardness under the other sent uncontrollable feelings through her body. Debbie began rubbing her foot in his lap up and down his dick, not only did the feeling of his shorts sort of tickle her, the feeling of his hard dick turned her on, feeling his hands grip the foot he was massaging, suddenly Paul's hold on her foot tightened, she could feel his hips lift slightly and could hear his breathing become more rapid and deep. The next thing she felt sent her over the edge, Paul lifted her foot to his mouth and began to suck her toes, her hand went straight to her pussy on its own as she came, feeling Paul's tongue on her toes she felt his hips pump, and his dick pulse under the pressure of her foot.
Looking up at Paul, she saw her toes in his mouth and his eyes closed as he grunted and came all the while dancing his tongue around her toes. "My god, I made him cum in his pants with just my foot," she thought. Realizing that now Paul's eyes were open and his gaze was directed at her hand over her pussy. Slowly Paul lowered her foot from his mouth, leaning over he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it, licking her fingers and tasting her juices. Paul then lowered his face to her wet pussy, kissing through the panties, her back arched and shoved her pussy into his face. Lifting his face, Paul reached up and lowered her panties, revealing for the first time her beautiful young treasure. Staring deeply into Debbie's blue eyes, Paul began to lower her panties down her legs, Debbie lifted to allow them to be removed, lowering his face while staring into her eyes, Paul's tongue went deep into her open pussy.
As Paul continued to push his tongue inside her pussy, Debbie draped her legs over his shoulders, Paul's hands slide under her butt as he lifted he to his
mouth, his tongue darting in and out of her pussy, never had she felt such a strong orgasm as she came in Paul's mouth. The feeling of his large hands on her ass, pulling her body up to his mouth, her hands on his head pulling him closer and deeper. Debbie moaned loudly as the last waves of her orgasm subsided and her body relaxed. Paul began kissing his way up her body, reaching her lips Paul kissed very gently, Debbie could taste herself on his mouth as she parted her lips to his invading tongue.
Paul was removing his pants as his mouth was on Debbie's, his soft kisses caressing her lips as their tongues danced together, both moaning into each other's mouths as Paul slid his dick deep into Debbie's wet tight pussy in one thrust. Never letting their lips off each other, Paul began to slowly pump into her. Their arms wrapped around each other holding like they had been lovers for years, Paul began to pump faster and harder, he was about to cum again, Debbie could feel his thrusts quicken and his muscles tighten as he buried himself deep inside her, moaning into her mouth Paul let himself go as he shot his load into her. Their kiss continued as Paul's dick began to go down while still buried inside of her.
Slowly their lips parted and Paul lifted his face to look at her, Debbie's face was slightly flushed, their eyes met, both speaking the same word at the same time, "wow."
Paul sat up, reaching for the wine glass he handed it to Debbie, "that was amazing," he said.
Debbie looked at Paul, sipped her wine and said, "I think we have some exploring to do." Setting her glass back down, she stood and removed what little was left of her clothing then leaned over Paul and began unbuttoning his shirt. After removing his shirt, leaving both totally naked, Debbie sat in Paul's lap and wrapped his arms around her, and whispered, "Paul, you are only the second man I have been with, and you have brought feelings out in me I never knew were there, a world of discovery that I would like to pursue."
"Debbie," Paul quietly said back, "I didn't know myself how I felt," kissing her lips gently he continued, "I haven't been with a woman since my divorce 15 years ago, you have brought out feelings I never knew I had either, I would enjoy for us take this journey together."
This is the first of I hope to be many stories to come detailing the discoveries that Paul and Debbie share.
The End.
A Lesson Learned
He walked in the door with that smile on his face. I'm going to call it his handsome devil grin. He immediately pushed me against the wall, put his strong hand on my throat and kissed me breathless. My body came alive as he choked me and pressed hard against me. I knew right there I wanted him in me. I just didn't know where specifically. I don't even know if I cared.
I reached down, trying to work my hand between our body to feel his sex. I desperately needed to feel him grow in my hand. I didn't accomplish my desired goal. He quickly grabbed my hands, put them above my head and held them there firmly.
"Do not move, " he stated gently.
Biting my lip, I looked up at him and nodded slowly as a whimper escaped. He left me leaning against the wall and I closed my eyes trying to focus. Not moving is a difficult thing for me sometimes. I fidget and squirm and often have a strong need to have a finger in my mouth to chew on. But I didn't want to disappoint him and for the moment that conquered my itch to move.
Just as I opened my eyes, I see him taking his belt off. Watching intently, I wonder if he's getting undressed or if he has other things on his mind. He has never used a belt on me before. Surely, he isn't. Right... Wrong! I could tell by the gleam in his eyes. Will it hurt? How hard will he swing it? Oh, goodness... where will he leave his marks?
Trailing it gently along my leg, he moves in closer, smiling that devilish grin and nips at my neck. Once, twice, three times harder. I fight to move and despite my uncertainty of what he has planned, I remember the trust I have in him and feel a strong urge to touch him. But I don't.
"You can move your arms now. Get undressed for me. Completely."
All at once I am self-conscious. I remember every flaw, every stretch mark and wanted to hide. He senses my nervousness. "Go on, baby, " he whispers softly.
I pull my t-shirt over my head and reach to push down my shorts and panties all in one motion. Tossing them easily to the floor and pushing them aside, I start to fidget, lifting up and down on my heels and wringing my fingers. His eyes are like fire on my flesh. When he takes my hand in his I feel the fire spread throughout my body and settle in my sex. Sir, oh, Sir.. what are you doing to me??!!
He guides me slowly into the bedroom. He turns on the light and my eyes blink, adjusting to the brightness. Wary, curious... I watch him as he sits down on the edge of the bed. Quickly he pulls me across his knees and I gasp in surprise.
"Hey, what are you doing.. I mean, Sir....," I stammer.
"I'm going to remind you to answer your phone when I call."
"But.. I couldn't. I didn't do it on purpose. Please, Sir," I beg.
"Hush NOW."
He runs his hand over my bottom and I forget briefly the real reason I'm across his lap. His hands are soothing yet scorching my skin and I just want more. Then all of a sudden his hand is gone and coming down hard on my left cheek. I feel the sting and am startled. I shift on his thighs and he places a hand on my upper back firmly. Then I feel it again, this time harder. The next time still harder. The heat is spreading across my cheeks and down my thighs.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his leg. I bit my lip and want to fight the tears he has brought on. I sniffle a few times.
"Are you going to answer your phone next time, baby?" he asks.
"But I couldn't..." My words are cut off by another stinging smack. And another. I reach up and wipe the tears.
"Are you going to answer your phone next time, baby?" he repeats.
"Yes, Sir," I whisper.
"Good girl," he states, rubbing his hand over my bottom soothingly before pulling m up on his lap. Curling up close to him, I let him feel the lingering tears as I lean my head on his chest.
He allows me that comfort for several minutes before pushing me to my knees in front of him. I don't know how but in seconds his dick is out and in my mouth. My green eyes widen as I look up at him, my lips wrapped firmly around his sex. Right then he grabs a handful of my hair and starts fucking my mouth. His hunger obvious as he thrusts and gags me. He repeats this over and over, each time going deeper and keeping it there longer. My body shivers and I scoot on my knees closer.
He pulls out, smacking my face with his thickness and I squirm more. I want him back. Before this thought is barely out, he is ramming back in my mouth, forcefully feeding me his dick. He is relentless, breathing is difficult, tears are flowing. For a second, I think of what a mess I am. That thought is fleeting and replaced with the strong desire I have for his dick.
He grunts and talks low. I hear random words - baby.. suck this dick.. my mouth. All words that inspire me to want to please him. This continues for a long time. He switches from demanding to gentle and allowing me more control. I suck him and stroke him at the same time, taking advantage of the moment to breathe. better.. better...I can breathe again. Until he hungers for his dick deep in my mouth again and grabs my head, holding it firmly and feeds it to me roughly. oh, go...d... I can't breath again... but I just might cum if he continues this.
In and out, over and over, he shows very little mercy and becomes so hard. His thickness and urgency have my jaws hurting, but I will not stop. I want his pleasure.
But he stops and demands, "On the bed, spread wide.. Now, slut!"
I'm breathing and moving and there I am as he demands. He grabs my legs, pushing them up and over my head. He slams into me with a fierce determination. I put my hand in my mouth, biting a finger hard. He pulls out and leans up watching me.
"Please, Sir.. please..."
He watches me intently and slams back into me, hitting deep. My eyes widen in surprise and I squirm, lifting, meeting him, whimpering.
"Fuck me, Big Daddy.. please.. please"
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nbsp; He puts all of his weight on me and gives it to me hard. I release and my entire body is jerking as I melt beneath him in an incredible orgasm. My muscles tighten around him and need more and more as I spasm. He grunts loud, almost a growl, and spills himself in me. I cling to him.
"Fuck, baby. I love being deep inside you." His statement is a low stammering whisper, making me smile. He moves off of me, pulling me over next to him. I'm breathless... and sore already.
"Now what was tonight's lesson, slut?" he asks.
"That your dick is a God and fits me perfectly," I giggle out.
He smacks my ass bringing back the sting and just looks at me.
"The lesson is that I shall answer my phone so you don't worry and have access to me. Sir."
"Right. Good girl."
The End.
Pull Over, Peach!
Peach Powell was 26 years old and was just beginning to get over her shyness. At 5'6" and weighing 300 pounds, she was a very big girl. She had been teased a lot about her weight and the size of her enormous breasts as she grew up. She developed early and filled out a 46HH bra by the time she was in high school. She had had the nicknames "Beach Ball" or "Beach Balls" since elementary school. That being said, she was extremely pretty. She had a beautiful face with flashing blue eyes and chubby cheeks, and a teensy little nose that upturned at the tip. Her hair was blond and slightly wavy, and it hung about her shoulders.
Peach had just started working at an important engineering firm as an executive secretary a month ago, a job her father had gotten her. Since she had recently established a "very special" working relationship with her boss, she found herself with all kinds of expensive new clothes, a new apartment, and as of last Friday, two days ago, she found herself the proud owner of a brand new Porsche 911 convertible.