Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Savannah 4:2 - The Boy's First Lesson

"Are you sure you just want to watch me?" Gwen asked, her fingers clasping the zipper of her dress.

The boy nodded and licked his lips. Gwen turned from him and slowly started to pull down her zipper. The dress was short, but the zipper ran the full length from neck to just above her heart-shaped ass. She turned back to the boy, once she reached the bottom, she slipped the dress from her shoulders. Pushing it down to her waist, she wiggled slightly to push it the rest of the way over her hips so that it could fall to the floor. She was left with a lavender silk and black lace bra and matching panties. She complemented the set with a black lace garter and stockings. High, sexy stilettos completed the outfit.

The boy gasped and licked his lips again. Gwen could see the hard bulge beneath his jeans. She needed to remember to take it slow. She walked to the bed and crawled over the boy to straddle him. He sat there looking at her, a glint of uneasiness in his eyes.

"It's ok," she said and gently kissed him on the lips. "I'm yours tonight. You can say anything to me and do anything to me that you desire."

His eyes met hers. He hesitated for a moment before lifting his hand to brush across her breasts. His other hand trailed gently up her thigh.

"I can't believe you're so beautiful," he stammered, "You have perfect breasts and amazing legs and your lips, oh I love your lips."

For his words, Gwen used her lips to kiss him again. "And how do I make you feel?"

The boy looked at her questioningly.

"Of course a girl loves to hear that she's beautiful, but she also loves to hear that she inspires something in you."

His cheeks flushed red and he looked down. "I didn't think she'd need to hear that sort of thing"

"That she drives you crazy with lust, that you want her, that you desire her, that you can't wait to feel her body beneath your fingers, that you can't wait to touch and kiss and lick her, that you want to take her orgasm from her?"

He nodded.

"On the contrary, we very much love to hear those words. It also makes us feel desired."

He opened his mouth and then closed it. Gwen waited him out. He opened his mouth again and barely whispered. "I want you." His cheeks flushed a bright red but he continued. "I want to kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples. I want to run my fingers all over you.. I want to feel between your thighs and I... I want to know what it's like to have sex with you."

Gwen smiled at him. She took his hand and brought it up to her lips. Parting them, she drew his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over his skin as she sucked on them. Pulling them slowly out, she directed his hand down to her breast. Pulling the bra fabric aside, she guided his now wet fingers around her hardening nipple. He took the direction as the invitation it was and ran his fingers over her. A spark of arousal ran down her belly to her cunt as his fingers played with her nipple. She slid her fingers up through his soft hair and tugged his mouth to her. Their mouths met hungrily. The boy's desire finally came to the surface. As his mouth assaulted her, his fingers pinched and rubbed at her nipples. Gwen became aware of the growing wetness between her thighs.

She reached her hands behind her and unclasped the bra. She quickly stripped it from her body. She need to feel his hands on her. The boy broke their kiss first. His lips trailed down her neck, down over her breasts. He sighed heavily before pulling her nipple into his mouth. Gwen's back arched at the sudden pleasure rippling through her body. His tongue swirled over her as he teeth gently bit her taught nipple. She gasped as he repeated the same on the other side. Her hands grabbed at his back, pulling him tighter to her. The aching in her cunt intensified as his assault continued.

He pulled from her, his breathing slightly quicker. "Do you like that?"

"Oh yes," she practically growled. She took his hand again and guided it down to her soaked panties. "Does it feel like I enjoyed it?"

The boy groaned and slid his fingers back on forth over the wet silk. "I want... I want... to feel you. I want to feel how wet you are."

Gwen smiled. He was a quick study indeed. She climbed of his lap and stood by the side of the bed. "Pull off my panties."

He didn't hesitate this time. Taking a hold of both sides, he slid the fabric down over her legs leaving Gwen in just the garter, stockings and shoes. His hands slid back up the inside of her thighs and she spread them for him. His fingers slid up further, touching her wetness, sliding through it. He gently moved back and forth along her slit before slipping a finger partway inside her. Gwen rewarded his with a soft gasp.

"I want you to taste me."

He turned red once more. "I've never done that."

"That's alright." She took his fingers and slid them along her slit until they reached her clit. "Do you feel my clit? Lick gently around there, I'll guide you."

She spread her legs more as he leaned forward and tentatively licked her. He did it again and moved closer. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and she drew him closer still. He took the hint and opened his mouth to her cunt. He licked slowly at first, but as Gwen began to grind her hips to him, his began to lick her in earnest. She barely needed to guide him. His tongue swirled, sucked and licked at her and Gwen found herself close to orgasm quite quickly. His hot tongue burned against her. On instinct, his fingers found her wet cunt and pushed his fingers inside her. Gwen's legs trembled, barely able to keep her standing. Her fingers clutched tighter in his hair and his mouth barraged her with pleasure.

Surprised at the intensity of arousal he brought to her so quickly, Gwen groaned, her breath came in gasps. "That's it," she gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

The boy groaned his response and continued to lick her. Her muscles tightened around his fingers, milking them. Heat spiraled from her core and she suddenly began to come. She cried out as her body flooded the boy's fingers with wetness. Her cunt pulsed and clutched at him as his tongue brought her over the edge. Her head fell back as her body writhed in pleasure. She held on to him, grinding into him until the last waves of her orgasm subsided. Gwen's legs finally gave out and the two tumbled onto the bed. Gwen breathed heavily from the pleasure and watched in amusement as the boy yanked down this jeans and boxers and crawled onto the bed between her thighs.

"Such an eager boy," she said as she moved from him. "Just because I came doesn't mean I'm ready for you to fuck me. There's more pleasure to be had before we do that. I do believe it's my turn to lick you."

to be continued...