By Louisa May
“Taste your wonderful self…” and I sank my tongue into her opening mouth, swirling her salty, musky juices around, feeling her own little tongue dart and quiver passionately with mine. She sighed, and panted, taking little sips and gasps of air as we kissed and kissed; her little hands all over my back, and neck, and lustrous dark hair. And the feel, too, of her extraordinarily pliable pelvis beneath me, spreading those hot thighs almost perpendicular to my belly, which kissed her warm, sticky little slit, open at my navel. Her legs splayed beneath me.
After a completely unknown period of time, I leaned up slightly, a skein of spit hanging between us. Her eyes were open, glazed; her chipmunk cheeks glowed pink. “I want to see those beautiful Julie-boobs,” I murmured.
Amazing to watch a blush within a blush. She had a gift. But of course her fingers moved to the back of her neck to untie the top.
As she rose slightly to get a better purchase, I ran a finger along her soft shoulder. “You were always so shy about showing these treasures in the dressing room…”
She made a face. “Mary always made fun of them.”
She reached between her shoulder blades to untie the lower string.
“Hmm. Any jealousy there, do you think?”
Her brows rose. “Maybe. I guess.” And she pulled the halter off.
“Ohh, baby…” Such beauty. These gorgeously virginal breasts, so full, yet still obviously growing; white, white, with such a perfection of pink, aroused nipple. Ohhh, dessert! I reached out slowly, and cradled each in my palm, carefully, as one would fine art. For they were.
I looked her in the eye; she seemed to hold her breath upon approval. “Your breasts are absolutely beautiful, Julie.” And her smile appeared like a rheostatic light, brightening as I continued. “I thought so in the dressing room, when I could sneak a peek,” she giggled, “but my oh my…” and I squeezed them gently.
“You really like them?”
“Are you kidding?” I twisted a pink, distended nipple lightly. She shuddered. “I have to kiss them.”
And I leaned in to do so.
“Oh, gosh, yes, Nora…” as I opened my lips to suck a nipple into my mouth, “ohhhh…” she petted my hair… “oh my gosh… I thought of you doing this when I was in my bed…”
I slid my hand down her soft belly, down to the tender opening of her still-warm, wet slit. I felt her hips rise, and her thighs part further as my fingers began sliding, playing with her swollen labia, circling upon her hot, unhooded clit.
“Mmmmm… ohhHHHHhhh, I’m mmelting again… !”
she breathed as I ran my tongue around and around her sweet nipple, sucking, nibbling…
And I raised my face to hers as I felt her starting to come again, and held the back of her soft neck, and thrust my tongue into her soft open mouth, as I frigged her quivering pussy faster.
“MmmmmmMMOHH, OHHHhmmmmmm, nnnnggggGgg!!!” she gulped and gasped as my little Julie had her second Norgasm. Ohhh, so so hot, to have her, to hold her and devour her as she lost all control, and abandoned her little spasming body to me…
And after, she held me, just held me tight, whispering, murmuring love into my neck, and chest, and breasts, kissing little kisses, and lickings, and sighing a lot.
I lifted her now permanently-blushed face. “Want to make me feel like that?”
She nodded. “I could never make you feel… like that. But,” and she ran her little palms up and down my arms, “yes, yes, I want to. Tell me how. Tell me what to do.”
I smiled. Her eyes were so huge, blue, trusting. Loving. “OK, little love. Lie down.” She did so. “Now,” as I straddled her, “you won’t have to do a whole lot, honey. Just kiss and suck me here,” and I helpfully opened my full pussy lips to her, “just like we kiss. I’ll do all the moving around and stuff. Would you like that?”
Julie’s eyes were glistening. “You’re so beautiful, Nora… I can’t believe…”
I leaned down and kissed her, a simple, loving kiss. “Baby… I’m the lucky one. Believe me.” Then I rose back up and shifted forward to straddle Julie’s pretty face. I looked down at those huge eyes. “Don’t worry if I get kind of crazy. I won’t smother you.
Okay?”
A smile. “Okay.”
“Okay, baby. Here I am,” and I lowered my trim- haired, ripe pussy onto her mouth. I watched her open her mouth, and felt the warm honey of her tongue brush my lips. “Mmmmmmm… that’s good, Julie… flatten your tongue, just lick lick lick like a big old ice cream cone… ohhhHHHh, yeah, baby, yeah, that is good…”
And she was working it, her head bobbing back and forth, and I felt the stirrings of that big warm wave. “Put your hands on my bottom, honey, play with my ass…” I felt her little hands grasp my cheeks, stroking, squeezing like dough. I looked back, and saw her thighs opening and closing to the rhythm of her mouth, and then saw our reflection in the mirror on the wall by the foot of the bed. GOD. To see Julie’s small hands on my naked, squirming ass, to see her bare, slick and reddened slit move with her thighs…!
Now I began to really grind myself into her mouth, her face. I felt my clit slide and bump against her button nose…” OhhhHHHHHH GOD, Julie, OH my GOD! Oh, Baby, I’m coming, honey… mmMMMMMmmnn GOD, put your finger in my asshole, baby, push it in… ooooOOOOOHHHH Yes, YESS GOD, YESSSS!!!!” And I held her head against my ravening pussy and ground her into me, sliding, riding, hearing her bubble and gasp against me, aware of her, of her safety, but just, as I fucked my little girl’s shining face hard. She whimpered, and gurgled, and licked and licked and licked, and drove that little finger of hers deep into my asshole, my good girl!
Lying with her head in my neck… my hand travelling lazily up and down her warm, smooth body… a knocking.
“Julie? Hey, Julie? I know you’re in there…”
Continue on to Chapter 3
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