He moved his mouth away. She gave a stammering cry. Was it no? Yes? Don’t?
Even she didn’t know.
“We can try fuckin’ again,” he
whispered, his mouth against her ear.
“Oi’ve bain thinkin’. With a
dude, if he’s toight, ya gao more gently.
Ya use a lot of lube.” He kissed
her cunt again, and then her belly button, and then so gently it almost
tickled, he bit softly down onto her nipples.
“Ya wanna troi?”
She nodded.
“Turn soideways,” he whispered. He
snuggled up against her. She heard the
sound of the condom packet tearing and then the snap as he put in on. A bottle top clicked, and she felt his hand liquid
with lube start to stroke her. His
finger penetrated her and it was so slippery and so gentle it was inside her
before she had time to tense up. He
continued moving it very slowly in and out of her, each time softly rubbing her
clitoris. She did not know whether to
lie still or give in to the overpowering urge to writhe helplessly as pleasure thrilled
through her body.
Keith inserted a second finger and
then a third, and still she did not clamp tight. She was surprised to find herself weeping
silently, but could not have said whether it was from happiness or sorrow. She felt the head of his cock press against
her. He pressed it against her opening,
but moved no further. He pulled away,
and she waited, trusting him now with every cell of her body. She heard the squirt of the lube bottle, and
then once again he was pressing against her.
He slid gently into her, and started slow and cautious thrusting. Once or twice she thought of her father and
she inadvertently tightened on him, and one of those times, Keith squeaked in discomfort. But she drove her father from her mind, and
when she climaxed and then felt him make a final deep lunge into her as he too
came, her mind was empty of her past.
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