Dancing Into Her Knickers Pt. 02

He got the signal and his heart pounded when he knew that the moment had arrived.

He slid down a few inches, but then he remembered.

"I'm not wearing anything Mons, is that ok?"

It had not occurred to her to worry about protection, that was just not on her radar screen and at such a time she could not concern herself with it.

"Yes of course it is my darling," she whispered stroking his long hair. "I want you so badly," she groaned.

He moved a little further so that the naked head of his uncircumcised cock pressed right against the soaked lips of her cunt.

"Oh Mons it can be nowhere near as badly as I need you and have since I was a kid."

"Have you really Charles?" Monica asked feeling surprised.

"Yes since I was at fucking boarding I have wanted you."

"Well now, you can have me can't you."

"It's a dream come true," he sighed into her ear.

"Then Charles," she whispered gripping each of the cheeks of his bum and pulling. "Make the dream come true and fuck me."

It was as good as the perfect fuck for both of them.

Although Charles was hugely aroused and wanted desperately to crash himself in and out of Monica as hard and as fast as could, he was patient. He started slowly. Acutely aware from being told by other woman that his thickness was well above the average, he did not surge quickly up her. Instead, when her wonderfully erotic words 'and fuck me' rang in his ears he eased himself through her lips and slid slowly up her sensitive cavity. When in her as far as he could go he stopped and remained rigid still buried deep in Monica's pussy.

Lying with Charles in her arms the head of his cock pressed against her lips, Monica had no vision of how she wanted him to make love to her. Her thinking did not extend beyond the words she had whispered to him. 'Make the dream come true and fuck me.' Being fucked by Charles had been on her mind for so long now and when she had recently masturbated about him, he had fucked her in pretty much all positions, so now it was happening it was the fuck that was important not the how and in what position.

As it slid through her lips she had a moment of panic. Always when having sex, Monica felt her lips being stretched; her gynaecologist had told her that she was not very big down there. As Charles' beautiful monster stretched her, it felt as though her lips might not be able to expand to accommodate his serious girth and she felt a searing pain just like in childbirth or anal sex. She could not stop grunting and saying. "Ouch."

"Does it hurt Monica, sorry," he whispered back staying still. He knew that in all probability once the bulbous head had passed through her lips things would be better for her and they were.

"It's ok now," she replied as the head passed deep into her and the thickness of his shaft filled her to overflowing. Now that she had got over the initial shock of the pain the feelings were wonderful. As Charles slid deep into her and then held himself still she savoured the sensation of feeling filled to overflowing or, as she thought to herself. 'Being well and truly stuffed.'

"Ok luv," he whispered running his hand down her back and finding one of her pert cheeks.

"Oh yes Charles, it's wonderful."

He then started to move, slowly and carefully. In and out and up and down with each movement sending violently erotic sensations through Monica.

"Yes Charles, yes," she groaned as her climax built up. "Hurry, please hurry."

"I won't last long," he replied surprising her as he had cum only thirty or forty minutes ago. He started to thrust himself up and down her faster and deeper. She found his rhythm and moved with him in perfect synchronisation as both of them moved from that plateau and roared towards the peak.

Their orgasms burst at the same time. Her hands were gripping his back and his were holding the cheeks of her arse pulling that up from the bed and forcing her pussy more firmly against his cock. And then they were both cumming and Monica was moaning and sighing through as strong an orgasm as she could ever remember having.

He stayed in her after he had cum, something Bruce did not do that. Always, he seemed to want to get away from her as soon as he could after sex and directly he had cum his tenderness towards her subsided even more quickly than his cock went soft.

In bed, in Charles' arms, with his cock still buried deeply in her as it slowly deflated, it certainly was not like father like son other, that is in the proportions of their well-endowed dicks. Holding her tightly and caressing her back and arms he covered her face and neck in little kisses and licks as he told her how wonderful it had been. Monica felt as though she was in heaven. The feelings of guilt and remorse she imagined she might have in that often retrospective period immediately post sex, just were not there. She felt ecstatic, joyful and happy and full of affection for her step-son. She loved his tenderness and intimacy, the way he was still loving her and what he was saying about how marvellous it was that at last they had made love.

"And Mons, it really was making love and not just fucking wasn't it?"

"Yes Charles, yes it was she gushed kissing him on the lips. "It was much, much more."