I was breathing fast and shallow, such was the excitement coursing through my veins. It was difficult to say whether this was excitement fuelled by the way he pulled and squeezed at my over-sensitive nipples, the way I dipped my fingers in and out of my opening, or by the thought of just what was coming next… or, as I hoped, cumming next.
In one quick movement, I switched my attention to Peter’s hard cock, wrapping my hand around his girth and pointing him towards my waiting sex. I gasped as he nudged at my apex.
Slowly I ran his head along my slick inner folds, searching for my opening. Peter was big–it was his size which I had grown most fond of, along with his youthful prowess, his insatiable appetite, and his ability to make me cum every time–but even so, I wondered if he would reach far enough to…
Peter must have read my mind as, breaking away from my breasts for a moment, he slumped down a little on the sofa. I glanced at my young lover and smiled.
“Shall I say thank you, now?” I asked.
My question was rhetorical. I had no intention other than to say thank you, and never expected any other answer from the young lad than a yes please.
I didn’t wait for any response from Peter though.
I shuffled forward on my knees, pressing my body firmly up against his. I clutched at his cock, holding him upwards, his foreskin clad head aimed directly towards my waiting sex. With my hand purely to guide him towards my opening, I started to sink down.
Slowly…
Slowly…
I inched toward his waiting flagpole. I gasped as his head nestled against my inner lips. A quick adjustment, to line him up, and then I sank a little further down on him. I could feel his girth widen as he pressed against my opening, but I had no intention of stopping.
Biting my lip, and holding my breath, I continued my slow descent. Inch by inch I felt my walls stretch tightly against his cock as I impaled myself.
Down… down… I sank.
I loved the way he made me feel.
I loved the fullness of his huge cock as he stuffed my pussy.
I loved the closeness of our naked bodies, as we sat together on the sofa.
Okay, so Peter was sitting, and I was now kneeling over his lap. I had my knees spread either side of his legs. I had my ass pressed down firmly against his naked thighs. I had my pussy stuffed with pure carnal desire. I had my mind consumed with a sense of anticipation.
Peter wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in closer still. I could feel the warmth of his body up against mine and longed to soon feel a different warmth, a warmth which started deep within. We kissed; our bodies pressed tightly against each other. Our lips were melded together in the most enthusiastic embrace. Peter pressed for an opening and I duly obliged, a tinge of excitement hitting me as our tongues touched.
As we continued to kiss, I started to move. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, I shuffled my ass against his legs. The movement was short, his cock barely sliding deep inside. All the time though, I could feel him press hard against my inner walls, and it felt so… so… good.
I continued. It was so simple. I ground my ass against him. I worked his cock ever so slightly inside my tight walls. I could feel my desires rise to the fore and, as they did, I started to pick up speed. Before long I was rocking on his lap, using my hips to leverage my pussy forward and back, but at no time truly riding him.
Peter brought his hands down to my ass, clenching at my bare cheeks, encouraging me to take him harder, faster. This was my morning though. I would take him just how I wanted… long… slow… and ever so sensually.
“Now… now… don’t be a naughty boy,” I whispered.
As if to make a point, I came to a halt, sitting atop his huge cock but working him no more. I waited for the expected objection, but it never came. Instead, and maybe Peter was learning as quickly as I was, he moved his hands away from my ass. Once more, Peter encapsulated my body in his strong embrace.
“That’s better,” I added. “Now, if you don’t mind, you’re in no position to be giving the orders.”
It felt so good. On three separate occasions, I’d let the young Peter have his way with me. Okay, so I had been complicit in everything he did. Now though, I was enforcing my own intentions. Enforcing was a bit strong, but he would do it my way or not at all. Even then, I wasn’t sure what I would have done if Peter had insisted. Maybe I would have succumbed and let him take me again. It never happened, so my fortitude was never put to the test.
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes, I remembered.
Once more, I started to grind against his lap. I picked up where I left off, gently rocking over his cock, feeling his length slide ever so slightly inside. Once more, I could feel my desires starting to simmer.
This time though, much to the delight of the young Peter, I didn’t stop. I ground against his lap. I rocked over his cock. I lifted against his hard shaft, then fell once more. It was just an inch or two. It was ever so slow and sensual, just enough to have me gasping as his hidden cock grazed against that tender spot deep inside, just enough to have Peter closing his eyes as he felt my tight walls caress his sensitive head.