Can't Stop Sex1 1f 1m sex story

I remembered Elly as I'd met her. She was mentally rather mature for her age and sold donuts at a local store, near the subway. Her poise and perception and literacy had impressed me. That made it easy to be a friend to her, to be a confident and, occasionally, an advisor because I knew I'd never be tempted to hit on her and she could sense that I was safe.

As time passed, she would sometimes call me late at night. She knew that I stayed up late and l encouraged her to call. There was something fragile about her. She needed a friend, a man whose interests weren't confined to fucking her.

After she left the donut store, sometimes we'd bump into each other. More often than not, it was at the local video store. We'd chat a bit while we walked as far as my corner (she lived much farther east, in the old end of the neighborhood) and one night we stood and talked for almost an hour. Neither of us wanted to stop sharing of ourselves.

She'd ask about my girlfriend though "main squeeze" was more like it, since my girl and I had sort of an open relationship and I'd ask what new love was in her life. She was a hopeless romantic, falling in and out of love weekly. Eventually, we simply lost touch with each other.

"David!"

I opened my eyes wider and scanned the crowded Sunday morning sidewalk. I was not all that fully awake anyhow, having finished Saturday night only six hours before.

"David!" The voice was right in front of me now. I looked down. Recognition came slowly. I blinked. "Elly?"

Darn, she looked good! Elly smiled prettily and gave me a friendly kiss catching me by surprise.

I stared at her. "You look unbelievable," I said, with complete sincerity.

I hadn't seen Elly in months. She'd just turned 19. Elly had a fine boned frame, an astonishing figure, a pretty, round face and Big Hair. Her eyes sparkled and her lips and nose were perfect for her face. But as fabulous as her figure was, as radiant as her face was, it was her vivacity that commanded attention. She was glowing and vibrant and gushing with news. She'd just signed on for a co op in Flushing and then she'd lost her job at Shearson Lehman but it didn't bother her.

Elly was looking for work as an administrative assistant and was sure she could find it quickly I agreed. Elly told me she had a job interview for Tuesday morning and could meet me for lunch when she was done. I sensed a tingly tension with her and I wanted to explore it more.

Elly called me at noon and I had her come to my office in the Village. I took her to a good neighborhood restaurant, China Bowl. Their prices were reasonable and a sign in the window proudly proclaimed that they never used MSG. Our waitress, who went by the name of Alice, was familiar to me. Alice and I had played trade smiles and try to catch the other one looking games for about three months. Alice came over for our order, took one look at Elly's bust, not too effectively hidden by a very conservatively cut neck high collar, and gave me a look that said she was sure she could never compete with THOSE. Elly and I had a pleasant lunch and I suggested that she stop by my place later in the week and see what I'd done with it.

Elly rang my bell at 8:03 on Friday and I buzzed her in. She was wearing jeans a simple, plum blouse under a loose cardigan. I gave her the two bit tour. She thought my cat was cute and she admired the photo montages of friends and family and the cat. She enjoyed the stereo and ooohed and ahhed at the little study I created; it's the place where I write. In the living room, she admired the nude torso framed on one wall. But what got her was the opposite wall: "Did you READ all of these?" I am always surprised when someone is impressed by Library Wall in the living room. I explained to her that if you read for an hour a day, you read a couple of books a week. In thirty years, that's around three thousand books. If you save some books well, you pretty quickly end up with the Library Wall, so it isn't that big a deal. But Elly was impressed.

We sat and talked. I asked after some of her friends. The talk moved on. Later, after more chatting and catching up she started examining the titles of the books. She asked if she could look at one on a high shelf. I started to get up from the couch. "I'll get it. I just wanted to know if it was okay to look at it." "Sure, help yourself." She got the little stool from the corner and set it up. She had to stand on the top. I went to steady her and as soon as I got there, she turned halfway and started toppling. I caught her, with my hands at her trim waist. Her cheeks flushed and the redness spread down her neck and throat and into the vee of pale flesh exposed by the three unfastened buttons. She put her hands on either side of my face and kissed me. Her breath was sweet and my lips opened immediately. Her tongue danced with mine, teasing, then searching and demanding. It was making me even more aroused.

Without breaking the kiss or moving my hands, I stood her on the floor. I put my arms all the way around her and pressed her up and against me. Her breasts, so full, were crushed against me. She was arching her back deeply to catch my leg between her thighs and rub her denim clad crotch against my leg. I ran my hands up and down her back, then reached down and covered her ass, one hand to a cheek. Her hips were narrow and her butt so tight that I was momentarily taken aback.

When she finally broke the kiss, she leaned back in my arms, otherwise remaining pressed against me letting me support most of her weight. Her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face. "I have wanted to do that for four years," She said. "And I've wanted you to do that, too."

Her eyes opened. "Did you know that?" I shook my head.

"And you don't remember the time I told you that one of the things I liked best about you was that you'd never tried to come on to me." Again, I shook my head.

"And you don't remember telling me that you liked me and thought I was cute." I was starting to remember something, now

"And do you remember telling me that if I was a few years older that you'd have more of a problem not making a pass at me?" "Uhhhh Well, "

Her smile widened. "I'm a few years older and just like you said, you're making a pass at me. And guess what?" "What?" "Pass received."

She brought one hand up and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. The bra she wore was so sexy. I swallowed. Her fingers went to the clasp between the two overflowing cups. Her fingers moved. The clasp released. The bra slid back partly, unable to deal with the pressure of her large breasts.

"Did you ever suspect that sometimes when I called you and asked about relationships and how they could be, I was sitting in my bathrobe?"

"No, I never "

She was shimmying her shoulders and the bra was opening wider and wider.

"Or that sometimes, when we were talking, I was getting wet and starting to touch myself, imagining what it would be like to have you making love to me?"

"Not even once."

She shimmied and the cups fell back from her breasts. They were magnificent and judging by the firmness of the tits jutting up at me, it hadn't been absolutely necessary for support, either.

"I used to imagine you kissing and licking my breasts, not like the grabby guys my own age or the dirty old guys that were always copping feels, but just sweetly, lovingly, hungrily devouring my tits Would you like to do that?"

"Guess what, Elly?"

She frowned. "What?"

"Pass received." I lifted her easily and turned, setting her butt on the arm of the loveseat, then I bent slightly and began kissing and licking her magnificent tits, trying furiously to live up to her lurid imaginings.

I tried to guess what she'd fantasized, planning to live up to it if biologically possible but abandoned that effort in, Oh five sixteenths of a second. So I just went with instinct and Me.

I bent and licked her shoulders, then down her arm. I trilled my tongue in the hollow of her elbow and watched the goosebumps rise and felt her shiver. Then I went to work on her breasts.

Big tits are required by Gravity to have some sag to them and hers weren't lawbreakers but they were bending the rules pretty good. I licked the underswells of each gorgeously curved mound and then kissed along the outer edge. Then I moved my tongue around and around, slowly, on each breast, working closer to each nipple and never quite reaching it. My saliva had coated the pale flesh of her boobies and her nipples swelled in response.

Her hands had come up to either side of my head and she was trying to force my mouth onto her nipples. I let her but my mouth draped over each one, open, and I withheld my tongue, so no matter how much she pressed my face into the firm, fragrant abundance, her nipples were untouched. She was moaning for me to attend to them, but I had another idea. I figured a girl with such gorgeous breasts probably had her nipples grabbed by every moron who got his digits near them. I also figured that absence makes the frond grow harder. So I stayed completely away from touching her nipples. It made her crazy.

But while my lips and tongue were busy with her abundant upper attractions, my hands had been steadily caressing and stroking her magnificent legs. My right hand was gently moving up and down over the denim clad chub of her mons. I could feel the heat through the fabric of her jeans and whatever else she was or wasn't wearing beneath them. I unsnapped the waistband of her jeans and lowered the zipper. I could almost feel the humid heat rising in waves from the v opening. I began kissing below her breasts, working my way down over her abdomen. I explored with my tongue, always working lower, and as my tongue finally found and reached the limits of her opened zipper, her hands came down to either side of my head, pushing me lower, always lower. As deep as the V went, it didn't reach deep enough. I couldn't even touch pubic hair with my tongue and had no choice but finally to halt and stand.

She put her legs around me, just above my hips, hooking her ankles behind my back.

"Bed?" She breathed and pulled her mouth close to my ear. Her wet tongue wriggled into my ear. "Bed?" Her breath was fire on me.

"Buh," was all I could say. I cupped her tight little jeans clad ass in my hands, one hand under and covering each cheek, and walked through my home office, down the hall and into the bedroom. She was kissing me all the way.

I bent at the foot of the bed and braced myself with my hands. She released her leglock on my waist and brought her hands down over the front of my shirt, undoing buttons as she went. When I straightened, she rolled lithely and pushed my shirt back. Her blouse and bra were in complete disarray, her lush breasts exposed and quivering. Her nipples I can't stop thinking about how her nipples looked with those nubbly aureoles and swollen nozzles.

Her hands were busy, unsnapping the waist of my slacks and dragging down the zipper. She pushed the jeans down and then my briefs and my dick popped free, standing straight out and pointing at her like some turret gun tracking its target.

Elly rolled onto her side at the foot of the bed, putting my dick almost exactly on the same level as her face. Her mouth, to be precise. She ducked her head forward and began moving her tongue around my glans, swirling. That's something you may have heard of, but let me tell you: I've been with a few women and the awkwardness of the movement usually restricts it to something that's really pleasant, but not accurately described as "swirling."

Elly swirled, moving her agile, limber, and tireless tongue around and around my dick head, all the time moving her lips closer and closer to my glans. Elly's slim fingers were gripping the base of my cock, her tongue was swirling, her lips were nearing, and from time to time she'd glance up at me and her eyes would sparkle. Her other hand was playing with her breasts, caressing them. I reached down and caressed her face. She closed her eyes dreamily and pushed her head forward a little more and fastened her lips around the head of my cock. She took about half my cock into her mouth. Her tongue did amazing things to the underside of my shaft, and her cheeks were drawn inward with the force of her sucking. I caressed her face again and she shivered slightly. I traced my finger around the side of her mouth, up her jaw to her ear, then back down to where my dick was outlined through her concaved cheeks.

Her flush had spread to her beautiful breasts. I caressed them, using just my fingertips to glide over the silken, full flesh of the undercurves. Still, when I touched her like that, she sucked even harder and her tongue did amazing and mysterious things. I brushed my fingertips across her belly, she gave a little jump and hoisted herself from my cock. I began pushing her jeans down over her hips. She wriggled smoothly, and then she wore only pale blue panties, cut high across her thighs. I pushed them down, too, and then she was naked before me on my bed. In the dim glow that filtered through the blinds, I saw that her pussy was topped with a small tuft of fine sparse curls, but the border was too uneven for it to have been trimmed.

I slid my hands under her butt. I couldn't believe how taut her asscheeks were! I began kissing and licking just above her knees. I slid my hands to the back of her knees and pulled her legs open. I pressed my lips to the flesh on the inside of one shapely thigh. My balls were starting to tighten ominously. I didn't want to cum so quickly. But Elly had other ideas. She me pulled underside her and she turned around. I felt her groaning around my turgid dong. The vibrations were excruciating on my swollen, over sensitized cockflesh.

Elly arched back and up, maintaining her lip grip on my glans and she was clamping her thighs back together as my tongue approached her cunt. I licked around the edges of her pubic hair and then pressed my tongue down between her tightly clamped thighs to brush as much of her labia as I could. Her musk was almost dizzying in fresh sweetness.

She gasped and her hands came down to push my head away.

"Stop!" She hissed. "If you keep doing those lovely things, I'm going to cum in your mouth."

"Ooooo...I hope so!"

"Stop!" She hissed again. Please! You Have to Wait!

Her hands were back on my hips, anchoring her so she could pull herself up and get my dick back in her mouth. "I want you to cum in my mouth," She breathed hotly onto my glans, her tongue flickering onto the underside of my shaft for unnecessary emphasis. "I want you to let me suck you and make you cum in my mouth"

Who was I to refuse a lady? Especially since as she talked about it her tongue touched my cock. She was, I realized with a dull thud, one of those women who gets off on sucking cock. Heh.

My dick hit the back of her throat and she groaned, backed off, then shifted her angle a bit. She took it slowly back in and kept gulping until she had her lips into the hair around the base of my cock and her nose was pressed flat against my abdomen.

This time I was the one who groaned. Elly sucked powerfully on me She began to back my dick out of her throat When only the head remained between her lips, she slowly pushed her face down again She quickened her pace slowly, inexorably. She groaned and her groan vibrated my dick, eliciting an answering groan from me, which seemed to excite her still more. She stated sucking harder and bobbing a little faster.

I felt the tingling buzz through me and whispered, "I'm cumming now, Elly."

Elly moaned loudly. She sucked hard and her hand came between my thighs. Her fingertips grazed my balls and I could hear and feel her gasp as her ass lurched and then she got my cream in her mouth. I came like a newly released convict. The stuff erupted out of me into her mouth and when the first spurt splashed into the back of her throat, she started to shaking all over. She sucked harder, almost frantically, and a second geyser flooded her mouth. She swallowed and dived her head down and back up halfway, working her throat and lips and tongue over my pulsing shaft, milking my dick and balls. As Elly drank my cum she had an orgasm.

When she got the last of my cum, she slowly relinquished my limpening dick by pulling her still sucking mouth backward, her tongue all the time working wildly on my shaft and finally on my glans. When my shriveled dick finally popped out of her mouth, she used her fingers to raise it. She lapped at my cock like the last of the milk from a saucer. When her tongue rasped over my glans, I almost screamed from the sensation; my dick was much too sensitive at that point.

She flopped on her side with her cheek on my abdomen and her face toward me. Her hips still moved languorously. I rested my hand on the side of her face and caressed her. "You had an orgasm when I came in your mouth."

Her eyes got suddenly heavy lidded. "Oh yeah, well, I really like feeling that in my mouth, all that stuff spurting so hot and thick, and feeling you moving and hearing you groan and knowing that I'm doing that to you, making you feel like that while you give me the cum right out of you, like you're feeding me."

She shivered and I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest. Her legs had parted; her thighs were opened to either side of my left thigh and she was slowly rubbing her mons up and down against my leg. Thinking and talking about sucking me off was turning her on.