1. 1 The days of my youth [pt 1]


    Date: 10/1/2017, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Author: alibodge, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    breasts will go with me to my grave. Judy, enjoying my reaction, entreated me to be gentle and take my time. I slowly woke from my fondling trance, her nipples as stiff as my prick now. I suddenly realised there was still more to unwrap, her skirt quickly dropping away to reveal panties and a garter belt matching the, already shed, bra, perhaps a little impatient now she undid the garter belt and began unrolling her stockings. I turned her to face me, knelt down and began slithering the nylons down her long shapely legs, my face now was at the height of her damp panties, the scent of her wet sex and her perfume a stimulation of their own, so I soon began to gently ease those tiny red wisps from her hips, to reveal her neatly trimmed pubic hair pointing the way to the damp lips of her womanhood. Gently I swung her down on her back on her bed, she kicking off the remains of the stockings and panties from her feet as she went, her legs splayed apart revealing her wet, open slit. It was all too much for me, as urgently now she pulled me onto her body with a suddenness that showed she could read the needs of my body and with the urgency of youth I could contain myself no longer, our coupling was short lived, my seed spraying into her almost as soon as my rigid cock entered her body. Again she instantly became as patient as a teacher with an infant on his first day which in reality I was. Cuddling me to her, despite her own needs not having been satisfied, she gently told me the ...
    recovery time of youth would soon restore things and to slow myself down, gently allowing me to use my hands to explore the contours of her body, the soft folds of her sex both fascinating, and stimulating very quickly restoring my libido if indeed it had ever gone away! Her hands I suddenly noted were clawing at the bedclothes in an attempt to keep them from me in the full knowledge that it was my first and most memorable time of my young life and that she was making this about me rather than her. My stiffness having returned and with her gentle instruction`s whispered in my ear I was soon back in the saddle, my prick feeling as if it was gripped by the softest of damp silk cloths, something that I had not noticed in my first most urgent charge, a slow regular instinctive movement began, the pace began to quicken gently, she began to lift her hips thrusting herself forward at every stroke, urging me onward, begging me to give her more, her quiet voice beseeching me not to stop until she told me to cease. Her head now bobbing from side to side, her sex gripping me strongly, her legs about mine, her hands on my shoulders I was aware of her nails digging into my flesh, I hardly cared, “do whatever you need my lover “ she whispered as I emptied another load deep into her body. With a great heave she came, screaming, gasping, and moaning, an automaton taken by the moment, then suddenly to my consternation, collapsing as if in a faint. Stillness returned, that gentle quiet stillness ...
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