Strange charity service in the Neighborhood door – 04



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I stretched out in the middle of her bed, and watched her crawl to my waist, move between my legs and look up at me before lowering her mouth to my pulsating rod. She licked me, examining me, stroking me with her hands, kissing my cock with her warm, tender lips. Staring into my eyes she lowered her lips over the purple helmet and took most of my length into her mouth.

It felt so damned incredible I moaned loudly.

She pulled up and pressed her fingers against her lips. “Shhh. We don’t want to wake anybody.”

I mimed zipping my lips closed, barely containing another groan when she took me in her mouth again.

She sucked me as if she were on a mission. Her hands worked me just below where her mouth took over. I reached down and brushed her bangs aside so I could watch her. That was enough encouragement for her to pick up the pace, pistoning her face onto my stiff pole, gasping when she pressed too hard.

“Victoria,” I started to warn her.

She held out her palm to me, sucking with complete abandon. I didn’t say another word. I let her draw my juices up and out, and moaned softly when I finally achieved my much needed release, erupting between her lips.

She was breathing hard through her nose, holding me in her mouth, taking all I had to offer and gamely swallowing it down. She sucked softly when I was done shooting, and I could feel the pulses of tightness while she swallowed repeatedly. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be concentrating hard on completing her mission.

When my hardness started to wither, she took me in her hand and stroked me, her mouth tenderly sucking me, carefully tugging on my shaft, her tongue massaging the tender head. I relaxed on the bed and enjoyed her attention, concentrating on the amazing feeling around my waist. The idea of getting hard for her and continuing our play was combined with her devoted attention, and I finally responded after a few minutes, hardening in her mouth.

That seemed to be a signal to her and she sat up, sucking me more aggressively, restoring the steel to my cock, until it could stand on its own, full and ready.

Victoria moved up my body, straddled my waist and slid my trouser soldier back home. She slowly worked her way up and down my cock until I was completely sheathed once more. Then she settled all the way down and stretched. It was beautiful to see, her slender body straining upward, her arms reaching to the sky, her head leaning back, the curve of her rib cage accentuated by the hollow of her belly, her perfect little breasts standing out brave and eager, the pretty pink tips showing hard little caps.

After a few moments in that pose she relaxed with a sigh, settling back down and leaning forward until her hands were braced against my chest.

“Thanks for the meal,” she said with a teasing smile.

“You are amazing,” I confessed.

She gave me a sad little smile. “It’s nice to hear someone say that. It’s been a long, long time.”

I reached out for her and she slid down to my chest, while I wrapped her in my arms. “That’s a shame. You are so beautiful.”

“You don’t have to say that,” she said into my shoulder.

“But you are.” I held her, pushing with my hips, slowly screwing her while I held her.

“I’m not. I know it. It’s Ok.”

I reached down and lifted her face so I could lean forward and kiss her.

It was a long tender kiss, and afterwards I just held her. I kept my hips moving gently, not wanting to lose contact with her, staying hard and filling her.

“Just hold me a bit, Ok?”

“As long as you’ll let me.” I assured her, and I engulfed her in my arms, clutching her as if I’d never let her go.

I could feel her trembling, her arms holding me tightly. Her back was rising and lowering spasmodically, and I heard the tiny gasp of her crying against me.

I didn’t try to quiet her or comfort her. I just held her, raining kisses down onto the top of her head, holding her tightly, and easing my cock back and forth into her.

We spent several long minutes like that, until she slowly relaxed and her death grip on me eased. I loosened my own grip, allowing my hands free rein in their exploration of her body, stroking her, fondling her, holding her tight little butt in my hands and pushing up into her. She slowly responded, pushing back against my strokes, her tits pressing into my chest.

I pulled her tightly to my body, rose up on one arm and rolled over, lifting her body off the bed, and settling it down below me. On top of her now, I let go, raising my torso the length of my arms and thrusting into her with long slow strokes.

She looked so small and vulnerable underneath me. I leaned down and kissed her, and she grabbed my head and kissed me back eagerly. She finally let me go and I resumed fucking her, happy to be right where I was. I gazed down at her, wondering how I’d failed to notice how pretty she was right from the start.

“Stop staring.”

“I can’t help it. You are so beautiful. I want to memorize everything about you.”

“I’m not too skinny?” she asked.

“Nothing a few more meals can’t fix,” I teased.

I fucked her in silence for a bit, then rose up to pound her more thoroughly, opening her legs up for better access. She pulled her legs back, holding her own ankles nearly parallel with her head.

I spread my legs and straightened them, raising my hips high before plunging down into her. She gasped and I smiled, pummeling her from above, fucking her fast and hard, her wide open pussy screaming out to be filled.

For the first time that night I felt her responding deeply, shivering. She released her feet and clutched her legs behind her knees, her shins bracketing her pretty face.

I rose up to my knees, leaning over and pushing down on the back of her legs, screwing her as fast as I could, feeling the need to cum growing in me.

“Harder,” she gasped, “harder.”

I slowed down just a bit and put some more weight behind my strokes, pulling her forward to meet my onslaught. She was gasping continuously, her toes curling up and her feet stretching out. I watched in delight as her head tilted back and her eyes rolled back into her head, while she came on my cock, her entire body quivering, her chest blushing bright red.

Just as she appeared to be settling back down, gasping hard, I grabbed her thighs and fucked her as fast as I could, feeling my own need peaking. I couldn’t hold back any longer and buried myself deep inside of her, shooting hard, my hips jerking forward of their own accord, filling her.

Victoria cried out, releasing her legs which kicked out and trembled while she came with me.

I stretched out over her, while her legs slowly wrapped around me. Her eyes were large, staring at me in ego-soothing wonder. I kissed her softly.

“You are amazing,” I told her.

She blushed. “I…I never…not like that,” she murmured.

I was exhausted, from head to toe, and my legs and arms were trembling from my exertion. The front of my hips were sore from pounding against her, and my cock felt like it had been run through a wringer. I rolled off of her, lying on my back, breathing hard. She rolled over and leaned her upper body into mine. I reached around her, holding her close.

There was so much I wanted to say, but I didn’t know how, or where to start. Instead I just kissed the top of her head while she held me. I reached across with my opposite hand and stroked her side before allowing my hand to settle over her breast, holding it gently, my fingers idly toying with her nipple. She moved closer, lifting her leg over mine, laying half on top of me. It allowed my arm holding her to wander, touching her, feeling her. I could feel the wetness of her crotch pressing into my hip, cold and wet.

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