We arrived home. She rushed to the bathroom. I waited for her. By now I knew she’d be mine, and the only question was WHEN. I was determined to let her set the pace. Pushing my luck too soon could cause her further anguish.
Elena came out 20 minutes later. I sat nonchalantly in front of the TV set, pretending to watch a stupid sitcom. She crossed before me as if to look through the window and then strolled back to the kitchen. I didn’t move.
“Hunter, I owe you something. I just can’t remember what.”
“Come here, and we’ll try to remember together.”
She sat on my right and gave me her beautiful smile. I gave up. Games are useful up to a point. She was ready, and I was anxious to take what I could without resorting to playing hard to get.
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips very gently, whispering, “Honey, this one is to remind you I can be tender. But the next one will reveal what I really want.”
She shivered slightly, hugged me, closed her eyes, and pouted her lips.
My lips spread hers, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. I milked it gently and then penetrated with mine, licking her palate and then letting it perform a loving dance with Elena’s. She moaned, and her hand trailed my chest.
I continued French kissing her, and my hand covered her left breast. I began tweaking her heavy mammary. She groaned louder into my mouth, and her fingers started fumbling with my shirt’s buttons. It served as permission for me to do the same.
My hand found her robe’s opening, and I touched her bare skin. She trembled, and her lips clung harder to mine. My fingers moved down slowly, feeling her heart rate shooting up and chest heave. Shortly after, my fingers met her bare breast. It was smooth, warm, and felt like nothing I had ever felt before. I traced her nipple, and she shook violently in my arms.
I let my lips leave hers, and I whispered in her ear, “Elena, that’s OK. I am with you. I won’t do something you feel uncomfortable with. I just admire your heavenly body. I love to touch your huge tit. It’s soft and firm at the same time. It’s every man’s dream! May I suck it, pretty please?”
Her shaking diminished slightly. Elena did not respond, but she arched her back forward, and her chest moved toward me. I gingerly loosened the belt, and her divine tits faced me in an unbelievable view. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to lick, suck, knead, or devour them. I just wanted to drown between her twin beauties.
But it was Elena’s first time with me, and she was scared, behaving like a bird trapped in a cage. I massaged her supple breast gently and then leaned my head and licked the nipple. It immediately contracted and hardened. Elena’s moans grew louder as her hand moved from my pectorals south toward my muscular tummy.
I milked her left nipple, and my hand tweaked her other tit. She started whimpering, and her hand caressed my covered erection.
I moved to kiss her again, and her lips latched to mine as her hand massaged my tumescent prick harder. My hand moved to her flat, soft tummy. Her breathing turned fast and shallow. I continued downward, reaching the waistband of her low cut panties. When my fingers began trailing toward her mound, Elena’s fingers started unzipping my fly. I felt her soft bush hair over her thin panties and gradually descended to her covered vulva. The material was soaked! I massaged her moist labia, and she spread her legs for me. I moved the cloth sideways and touched the drenched lips. Her mouth sucked my tongue hard as her palm found its way to my free pole. She rubbed, squeezed, and then bobbed her tiny hand on it.
I inserted my forefinger into her pussy, moving it slowly in a circular way and then in and out. A second finger followed. Elena’s body continued trembling as our mouths and hands explored the other’s body.
At one point, both of us were very aroused. She reluctantly let me remove my lips from hers, and I said, “Elena dear, Let’s move to bed.”
I carried her to the king size comfortable bed and laid her gently on her back. I parted her legs and moved in between. Then I bent, kissed her lightly, and murmured, “May I eat you?” She whispered, “Please, don’t. I don’t want you to hate my smell or taste. I want to feel you inside. I miss the feeling.”
I began penetrating her snatch, feeling her tight canal. The large amount of self-lubrication made it more pleasant, and soon, my 7″ was buried in her cunt. My hands started massaging her tits and gently pinching the nipples as my tool plowed her pussy. Elena’s orgasm started when my pace was still slow. It was expected since her vagina had suffered a long drought and was very hungry.
As Elena’s shaking became wilder, I accelerated my pace and shoved my cock more powerfully into her. She began crying and mumbling incoherent words and half sentences, “Pleease, I caan’t. Oh goddd… Nooo! Haarder!”
I ignored her pleas, knowing her brain was floating somewhere else. I intensified my drilling to the highest level, feeling my climax was rapidly approaching. At the last minute, I pinched her left nipple roughly, moved my other hand to knead her clitoris, and rammed my cock into her savagely. I was sure her screams could be heard all the way to Canada, but I couldn’t care. As her spasming cunt milked my rod, I erupted deep in her pussy, filling her with my hot lava. When I was done, I rolled to her side and kissed her forehead. She was out. Her respiration and pulse gradually returned to a normal range, but her eyes were still closed.
I kissed her lips and whispered in her ear, “I know you can hear me now. Honey, I love you more than anybody in the world.” Her familiar smile appeared, and she mumbled, “If I survive the walk to the bathroom, I’ll tell you how much I loved the way you handled my body.”