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Authors: Leda Swann
made way for cotton bloomers.
The bloomers would have to go. He found the drawstrings that held them closed and tugged on them to loosen them, pulling them free. She provided tacit permission by lifting her hips and allowing her undergarment to slide down her silk stockings. He pulled them over her ankles and tossed them aside.
Now that her pesky bloomers were disposed of, she was open to his gaze. Lifting her skirts, he pushed her legs farther apart. The dim gaslight illuminated her wet cunt. The fine reddish blond hair that adorned her head also provided a gold surround for her pussy. Her lips were parted, revealing the glistening pinkness inside.
He admired the sight for a few moments before moving his head closer and inhaling her heady scent. He loved pussies. He loved looking, smelling, touching, tasting them. They represented the center of a woman, the essence of what made women special.
Finally he allowed himself a taste, his tongue lightly flicking in and out of her opening.
At the touch of his tongue on her pussy she gave a start and squeaked with surprise. Her body tensed under him.
Ah, so old Mr. Clemens had not been a fan of licking his wife’s pussy. More fool him. And he had no doubt that the Captain had been too selfish a lover to take pleasure in the sweet taste of his Caroline. Their loss was most definitely his gain.
Feeling unaccountably satisfied that he was introducing her to a new game, he continued to lick her and suck at her, hoping he had not lost his touch at pleasuring a woman in this way.
Her hands were now tangled in his hair, grasping him hard, but pulling him toward her rather than pushing him away.
Encouraged by her whimpers of pleasure, he moved his lapping tongue to the center of her pleasure. Parting her cunt with his hands, he ran the flat of his tongue over and over her clit, causing her back to arch in delight.
Her gasps of pleasure grew louder and she wriggled down in the chair so her ass rested on the edge, then leaned back and held her legs open wider than before. Spread-eagled as she was before him, she offered him access to every intimate part of her body.
He took advantage of the position to move his tongue to her ass, where he tasted her sweet tight hole, his nose buried in her cunt.
His own cock was throbbing painfully. Knowing how close he was to having her completely was tormenting him, but still he continued to lick her.
He wanted to taste her orgasm before he thrust his cock into her pussy. He wanted her to come apart for him under his mouth and fingers, making her pussy drip with juice, making her soft and open for him.
With long lingering strokes of his tongue, he lapped at her, over and over. Her body tensed with desire, wound tighter and tighter with every stroke. Holding her buttocks firmly, he increased the pressure as Caroline’s breath started to come in short pants. Suddenly her entire body stiffened, the blood pulsed through her pussy in waves, and she cried out as she came.
She flopped back in the chair, panting, her face pink from her exertions. “I never knew it could be like that.” Her eyes were full of wonderment and, surprisingly, of gratitude.
His own desire throbbed urgently now, desperate to be sated.
With Caroline still seated on the chair, he afforded her no respite as he rubbed his stone-hard cock up and down her swollen cunt, making it slick with her juices. She was ready for him, and he was more than ready for her. He had been aching for her for what seemed like hours now.
Slowly he pushed into her. Though her pussy was dripping with juice, it was a tight squeeze for him.
He paused halfway, thinking he felt a slight resistance, but before he could think too much of it she pulled him close, causing him to be completely engulfed.
The deed was done. She had a man’s part thrust up to the hilt in her body, and she had felt it breaching her maidenhood. She was no longer a
The bloomers would have to go. He found the drawstrings that held them closed and tugged on them to loosen them, pulling them free. She provided tacit permission by lifting her hips and allowing her undergarment to slide down her silk stockings. He pulled them over her ankles and tossed them aside.
Now that her pesky bloomers were disposed of, she was open to his gaze. Lifting her skirts, he pushed her legs farther apart. The dim gaslight illuminated her wet cunt. The fine reddish blond hair that adorned her head also provided a gold surround for her pussy. Her lips were parted, revealing the glistening pinkness inside.
He admired the sight for a few moments before moving his head closer and inhaling her heady scent. He loved pussies. He loved looking, smelling, touching, tasting them. They represented the center of a woman, the essence of what made women special.
Finally he allowed himself a taste, his tongue lightly flicking in and out of her opening.
At the touch of his tongue on her pussy she gave a start and squeaked with surprise. Her body tensed under him.
Ah, so old Mr. Clemens had not been a fan of licking his wife’s pussy. More fool him. And he had no doubt that the Captain had been too selfish a lover to take pleasure in the sweet taste of his Caroline. Their loss was most definitely his gain.
Feeling unaccountably satisfied that he was introducing her to a new game, he continued to lick her and suck at her, hoping he had not lost his touch at pleasuring a woman in this way.
Her hands were now tangled in his hair, grasping him hard, but pulling him toward her rather than pushing him away.
Encouraged by her whimpers of pleasure, he moved his lapping tongue to the center of her pleasure. Parting her cunt with his hands, he ran the flat of his tongue over and over her clit, causing her back to arch in delight.
Her gasps of pleasure grew louder and she wriggled down in the chair so her ass rested on the edge, then leaned back and held her legs open wider than before. Spread-eagled as she was before him, she offered him access to every intimate part of her body.
He took advantage of the position to move his tongue to her ass, where he tasted her sweet tight hole, his nose buried in her cunt.
His own cock was throbbing painfully. Knowing how close he was to having her completely was tormenting him, but still he continued to lick her.
He wanted to taste her orgasm before he thrust his cock into her pussy. He wanted her to come apart for him under his mouth and fingers, making her pussy drip with juice, making her soft and open for him.
With long lingering strokes of his tongue, he lapped at her, over and over. Her body tensed with desire, wound tighter and tighter with every stroke. Holding her buttocks firmly, he increased the pressure as Caroline’s breath started to come in short pants. Suddenly her entire body stiffened, the blood pulsed through her pussy in waves, and she cried out as she came.
She flopped back in the chair, panting, her face pink from her exertions. “I never knew it could be like that.” Her eyes were full of wonderment and, surprisingly, of gratitude.
His own desire throbbed urgently now, desperate to be sated.
With Caroline still seated on the chair, he afforded her no respite as he rubbed his stone-hard cock up and down her swollen cunt, making it slick with her juices. She was ready for him, and he was more than ready for her. He had been aching for her for what seemed like hours now.
Slowly he pushed into her. Though her pussy was dripping with juice, it was a tight squeeze for him.
He paused halfway, thinking he felt a slight resistance, but before he could think too much of it she pulled him close, causing him to be completely engulfed.
The deed was done. She had a man’s part thrust up to the hilt in her body, and she had felt it breaching her maidenhood. She was no longer a
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