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    In time, her fascination for Marc grew
beyond her ability to restrain her curiosity. Staying in his home
was comfortable, and though he was often busy and away, whenever he
was home he was affectionate and teased her in ways she’d never
experienced before. At first shy, Amiko learned accidentally that
her nudity brought her greater attention from the big man, drawing
his eyes as she walked from the bathroom to her bedroom one
afternoon when she thought he was out. She’d gone beet red with
embarrassment that time, but couldn’t seem to help herself and
found herself seeking more opportunities to tease his gaze toward
her.
    He, too, began to allow her to see him nude.
When it first happened, a blush suffused her entire body, but Ami
could not turn her eyes away. Never before had she seen a man like
that, and the differences between their genders caused her flesh to
tighten and her breath to catch. A few days later, he asked her to
come scrub his back in the bathtub, and that same tightness cloaked
her along with the irresistible entrancement.
    As she scrubbed his wide back, she’d taken
note of the firm texture of his skin, the paleness of her hands
against his olive tones. Gently, he asked her to remove her
clothing so that he, too, might admire her beauty. Caught in the
act of admiring him so openly, Amiko was compelled to comply to his
request. She peeled off her clothing and again knelt by the tub to
touch him with soap and washcloth.
    His eyes held hers intently, as slowly, he
reached forward to touch a hard-pointed nipple. Her gasp seemed to
encourage him to further touches. Amiko’s body responded to the
familiar and yet new sensations his large, hard fingers brought
about, and there was clear evidence of his desire for her. Her eyes
widened and went immediately to his.
    Wordlessly, he moved her soapy hand from his
shoulder to his raging hard-on. At first she resisted, knowing it
was sinful, knowing that it wasn’t right in God’s eyes. But he held
her hand in place on him, teaching her the stroking rhythm he
enjoyed despite her weak attempts to withdraw her hand. His
excitement wasn’t only written largely with his cock, it was also
potently clear on his face and in his eyes. Amiko found that
incredibly intoxicating—that she could produce such a reaction in
him was amazing and she wanted more!
    There was little resistance left in her.
Amiko had to encourage him to take her further, faster as his hands
moved back to her breasts. Kneading, pinching, finding her
vulnerable to the pain/pleasure principle, he brought her over the
edge with a resounding climax. Gasping with reaction, her body
still shuddering its release, he lifted her by her narrow waist and
brought her into the tub to lie atop his body.
    As his large, hard tool began to prod her
virgin interior, a tiny panic overtook Amiko. She struggled,
pleading with him to let her go, and striking his chest and face
with her fists until he caught her hands and held her still. He
simply held her there, not impaling her further until her panic
deserted her in favor of the sweet roughness of his palm stroking
her bottom. He murmured calming words, tender loving phrases
generously sprinkled with soft vulgarities which excited her
further.
    Becoming more comfortable with her body
pressed so intimately to his, Amiko raised her bottom against his
palm, only vaguely aware that she was doing so. Several times, she
forced his palm to greater pressure on her soft flesh. She moaned
with delight as he tentatively tried a single wet spank.
Encouraged, he applied a few more, then reached between her legs to
the center of her excitement.
    Whispering in her ear, he raised her hips
slightly, sliding his engorged cock along her slit as she arched
backward. She felt lithe and young, the blood-filled head of Marc’s
prick popping up between her virgin cunt lips and then out again
along her clit. Slowly, slowly, he lowered her on his phallus,
halting at the presence of