Sixteen Years

The feeling of squeezing her breasts was almost as exciting as the view I had over her shoulder watching same. Oh, how I had wanted to touch them...and the night had barely begun.

As I kissed her neck and moaned, my hands left her gorgeous breasts at the same time and began a slow journey south -- down her flat stomach, across her navel, until they were resting innocently at the top edge of her lacy panties.

"Hannah," I whispered, with a combination of admiration and desperation. As my left hand lay on her lower tummy, my right turned downward and slowly slid over her lace encased mons. I heard the softest gasp as I curved my palm and cupped the mound I had lusted after on so many occasions. As it lay there, my middle finger came to life and began to push her thong into her soaking wet groove.

"Oh, Michael. Please...."

It was not a "please stop it"....it was a "please keep going," as I had every intention of doing. I reached lower and finally came to appreciate the true wetness of my partner. Her panties were absolutely soaked. I pressed silk against her clit and massaged it in slow circles, whispering her name as I did. I could feel her body bucking and squirming, both from need and desire.

She quickly spun to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing me in for a kiss. As if it had been choreographed, we both almost immediately slowed down and focused on the kiss. It was a soft wet kiss so full of promise. Our lips barely grazed, but my hot stiff cock was resting against her belly as we bussed. Tongues emerged, teeth bit softly, then retreated. The passion in the kiss increased exponentially and soon I was reaching around to cup that tight bubble of an ass and pull her against me - again. She was panting when our kiss ended and she held my head in her hands and looked me in the eye.

"I want your fuck, Michael. I want you to fuck me," she seethed. Even after lusting for her for 16 years, to hear her talk this way sent a shiver down my spine. I was going to reply, but decided to respond with action instead of words. I pushed her slowly toward the bed and gave her a light shove backwards onto the mattress. She smiled at the move and started to scooch back a bit.

"Hold on," I commanded. I reached down and pulled her black panties off -- down her long lean thighs. Her smile got bigger as she grabbed a pillow, put it under her head and lay back. With little fanfare I knelt down at the edge of the bed as she unceremoniously pulled her legs back -- and spread them.

"Oh, Hannah. My God...."

Laying before me was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Hannah's pretty pussy was now splayed out inches from my face. Her luscious pink lips were gaping slightly and her inner lips were glistening with arousal from the last twenty minutes of play -- or perhaps going all the way back to dinner. Her outer labia were a bit plump for such a thin girl, and her lovely inner lips were open like a delicious spring flower. I just knelt and gazed at her beauty for a few moments. Her scent wafted up into my nostrils and made my head swoon.

I placed my hands on her inner thighs and pushed her legs even wider....and then slowly pushed them back so her knees were back by her shoulders. She was truly gaping now and her juices were flowing nicely. Even the tight light brown rosebud of her anus was exposed. She had the most beautiful slit, extending from her anus to the hood of her clit -- one long wet pink slice of paradise. We smiled at one another. Time felt like it was standing still as I leaned in even closer.

I made like I was coming in for a taste, but stopped short to just breathe in her scent. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply -- like I was wafting the nose of a fine wine. She smiled down at me and lifted her hips as if to say, "Eat me." I didn't need much encouragement.

I leaned closer and gave her a long wet kiss on each upper thigh. I continued that approach, back and forth, closer and closer, until my nose was grazing her wet hairless lips.

"Oh, Michael," she whispered. "Yes...I need."

I dropped down low and started licking at her perfect little asshole...and went slowly and surely up into her groove before stopping, just short of her clit. And then I paused and lifted my head.

"You need what, baby girl?"

"Your tongue, daddy!" she moaned.

I returned to the bottom and made several runs north, before veering away from her clit at the last minute. She was bucking her hips with anticipation and trying to guide my head where she wanted it to go. I knew.

On my last pass, which I slowed down to a crawl, I eventually pulled my tongue out of a deep sea dive inside her dripping hole and wiggled it slowly toward the top of her wet bulging groove.

"Yessss....there!" she implored.

I'd tortured the poor girl long enough. As my tongue slithered up through her buttery slit for the last time, I used both hands to carefully part her lips. I slowed to a snail's pace before finally wiggling my tongue up and over and around her exposed clit. It was swollen -- a hard pink nubbin of raw nerves -- and she growled and grabbed my head as my tongue tip surveyed her sex.

I wiggled my tongue until I could feel her beginning to grasp the sheets, then I stopped and puckered my lips to suck her into my mouth. After a few seconds of rhythmic sucking I returned to lashing her clit again with soft ferocity. Hannah arousal was rising fast. She was grabbing my head and making sure it didn't stray too far from its present location. As I teased her clit playfully, I positioned a hand down below and barely penetrated her pussy with my middle finger.

"Oh, yes, Michael...yes, baby...please..."

As I continued my gentle oral assault on her clit, my ring finger joined my middle and in tandem they began a slow penetration of Hannah's oozing pussy. My God, this young lady was wet -- and so very tight. She was bucking her hips and doing her best to grind her pussy into my face. Some of the noises she was making were truly unintelligible. But I didn't need an interpreter to tell me she was getting close to an orgasm.

I continued to slowly push my wiggling fingers in and up as I never let up with my tongue. The slight come hither movement of my inserted fingers was making a wet squishy sound that was unmistakable. Only fingers deep in a very wet pussy make that sound. And as her gasps started to reach a crescendo and her body was wracked with per-orgasmic spasms, I continued to stay steady with my approach. I could feel she was moments away and I stayed the course. I was moaning myself, only to discover my moans were muffled by the sheer swollen wetness of her pussy.

It was a subtle shift, but I felt it -- and heard it. She was silent for a moment and her body went stiff. And then she cried out.

"Oh fuck, Michael. Fuck! I'm coming -- I'm fucking com......mmmmmmff."

Her entire body was wracked with a climax that she probably hadn't had since well pre-covid. I held tight and her thighs trembled. She let out an animalistic growl as a powerful orgasm swept through her body like a runaway train.

As I felt her peak and start to slow, I eased my pace and began to pull back -- gradually extracting my fingers from her depths and gently kissing her labia in retreat.

"God damn, Michael. Fuck!" was all she said. I smiled and slowly disentangled myself from between her legs. I scooted up to be parallel with her and pulled her to me in a post orgasmic snuggle. She settled right in and we just lay there in silence for a few minutes.

She turned to me and lifted my chin. "Michael. Wow. That was.....amazing...baby," she smiled. She allowed herself another few minutes of recovery and then began to stir.

"Hmmm, so what do we have down here?" she questioned, pulling away from our embrace with an evil smile. I turned to lay back on the pillows to see what she had in mind as she re-positioned herself. God, her naked body was so outrageously hot -- it almost felt wrong to look at it. She had one of those natural torsos that has a grace and elegance that can be taught, but seems almost inbred with certain body types.....like Hannah's.

The change in focus was all it took to feel blood flowing downward. Hannah had a smile on her face. I could see her brain working and deciding on her approach. She didn't waste any time. She knelt between my legs, which I had spread for her, and leaned forward. The shape of her breasts was so nice -- the way they hung and swayed just a little as she reached for my cock.

Her hand slid under my shaft and lifted it to her mouth, smiling into my eyes just before doing so. One thing became immediately apparent: Hannah had sucked some serious cock in the past. She seemed to have me dialed in with the perfect approach. She was gentle and soft and handled my quivering cock with a feathery touch. She traced her fingertip along the underside of my shaft and smiled as she saw it throb.

"This cock is going to be fun," she whispered softly.

"And why is that, babygirl?"

She licked around the head a few times -- her tongue swirling around the glans. Then she paused and encircled her manicured thumb and forefinger around my thick shaft. As she gently jerked me off for a few strokes, she replied. "Because you're gonna fuck me with it, Daddy."

I groaned at that comment and lifted my hips to meet her oral assault. She began to suck the tip of my cock with nice determination -- she was getting so worked up having me in her mouth. She kept looking up and smiling.

Then with a grin that only meant one thing, she held onto my shaft gently as she descended to my balls. "Nicely manicured cock, Michael. You thought of everything." With that comment she began to worship my balls as I winced in pleasure.

"Ayyye, yesss. Suck me, Hannah!"

She made love to my testicles. She swirled them with her tongue, kissed them with pursed lips and opened her mouth up wide to take in one at a time. She let each one drop out with a pronounced pop followed by a giggle. There is something about having a ball in a warm wet mouth and feeling a swirling tongue at the same time that has always driven me wild.

"Hey, those aren't a laughing matter, down there," I offered.

"No one down here is laughing," she countered. And with that she went even lower and circled my ass. My God. She teased for just a minute -- kind of saying, 'just swinging by for a minute, but I'll be back.'

She returned to savor my balls like there was not another place she'd rather be than right there. I was blazing hard -- almost frozen stiff. She kissed her way up my shaft, gave the tip a little kiss and a smile, then moved up to straddle me.

"I need this dick inside- me, baby," she cooed. I gazed at her beauty. She still had this air of innocence, yet her body and demeanor were so sinful. She knew the power of her beauty -- there was no question.

"Then make it so," I urged. She was going to mount me -- sink down on me. But I wasn't going to be a passive bystander. I'd done that before. I was going to lean up on my elbows and watch her and speak to her as she sunk her hot young body down my mast.

She reached between her legs for my cock and looked down at me. She paused and smiled, then leaned in for a passionate kiss before returning to her move. She angled me to her entrance and I felt her rub my head through her folds -- collecting her own juices on the tip. After a few passes, she settled me into her entry and pushed down.

This was going to be sweet and deep. She started moving right away and began dropping inch by inch. I leaned up to watch her close her eyes and her breasts sway sweetly.

"Mmmmm -- sink down on that cock, Hannah. I want you to impale yourself on me," I demanded.

"Fuck, yes...." she seethed. Deeper she sunk, deeper still, until her public bone slammed into mine. Once she hit bottom, I retaliated straight up, taking her by surprise.

"Oh, fuck," she exclaimed as I started to ram her with sharp upward thrusts. She froze for a moment in her crouched position -- and I just pummel fucked up and into her taut frame. "Jesus," she gasped.

I didn't have all that many upward thrusts in me, but I had enough to call attention to the fact that I was deep inside her now and could exert power from below. For a moment I lay back again and let her groove. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open with a beatific smile on her face. She began to do this grinding thing backwards and forwards. It looked so sexy and felt even better -- like she was doing some twerking dance on my cock.

I let her play for a few more minutes. She'd squeal every so often when my cock hit a particular place. She was just in a heady groove -- enjoying a soft fuck. But, I had other things in mind. And with no warning -- none -- I grabbed her by the ass and rolled her right over onto her back without pulling out. And just as abruptly, I began to fuck her. And I mean I was fucking her like I'd lost my mind.

"Yesssss!" she screamed and grabbed my taut glutes. I spread my legs and anchored my knees for maximum thrusting power. I moved up so I was above Hannah and driving her straight down into the bed. I grabbed both legs and pushed them back. She had a wild look in her eyes -- a mix of surprise and total lust. I didn't diddle around. I began to power fuck Hannah. I started with deep long strokes, making sure to bottom out on each one. She was so tight and our connection was slippery, but solid.

As I got into a nice steady pace I felt her relax a little and get into the motion. We were fucking nice and deep, but I picked up the pace and she was right there with me. She had a sexy way of moving underneath me -- tilting her hips to give me maximum depth and a perfect angle.

I could feel she was getting into this and might be close to coming again. I was determined to finish with her face down, so I got an idea. I started thrusting into her with speed and intensity.

"Oh, yeah, fuck, give it to me," she muttered through clenched teeth.

I reached a kind of crescendo of thrusting and then pulled out, quickly rearranging myself on the bed to her right side. My right hand quickly slid two fingers inside the dripping hole I had just vacated. She looked up at me with a smile as I leaned in for a kiss. I began to finger her. She was so soaking wet and ready. I'd taken a chance pulling out and ruining the moment, but the change felt almost seamless.

I pushed two fingers deep inside and used my thumb to rub her clit. She smiled at me and rolled her hips. "You fucker." I pulled back from her and knelt by her side. I moved my left hand over her mound, placing my fingers on her clit...as my right hand began to penetrate her with a growing intensity.

"Oh, my God, Michael," Hannah stammered.

"I'm gonna finger fuck you, Hannah. Right here. Right now."

With that I began a steady relentless pumping into her pussy with two fingers. She was so wet that my hand made wet slapping sounds as I slammed it home. Her clit was swollen and emerged. I got into a steady rhythm and played her body as I determined how fast -- how hard -- I should go. Her response dictated and I found myself ease into a nice rhythm with both hands. I felt like I was playing a human instrument and she was in perfect tune.

She was not using words anymore -- only these kind of huffing breaths as she chased her orgasm. She just gave up her body to the moment and my fingers. I felt her creeping closer and I increased my speed to my limit.

"Oooohhh...." she cried in a trembling voice. "Oooohhhh...." she cried even louder. She was on the brink and it almost felt like her body was going to break. And then with a guttural cry that came from some deep dark place, she let out a scream that coincided with her body shaking like a leaf in a strong breeze.

Everything was so wet. Either Hannah has squirted or she had just gushed one of her biggest orgasms ever. I could feel her body spasming as aftershocks rippled down her spine. She curled into a fetal position and I leaned down to kiss her cheek gently.

"You are one amazing woman, Hannah."

She didn't respond, only smiled, as she breathed heavily and regained her composure. After a few minutes of repose she turned to me with a smile.

"Well, Michael, you continue to score, but we still have a big problem here," she said, reaching down to fondle my cock. "I loved your tongue -- and your fingers -- but I want this." She had the most amazing touch and just a couple strokes of her gentle fingers had me back at full strength.

"What do you want, Daddy?" she whispered softly.

"Oh, I have a plan, Hannah. I just wanted you to be a few orgasms in before we started." It was time to take control. I instructed her to lay down on the bed with her head at the end. I stood and moved around the bed to face her. My God she looked so hot -- her pale slender body splayed out on the bed for me.

I arranged her so her head was just off the end of the bed and she smiled at what I was about to do. "Is this what you want?" she asked, opening her mouth.

I smiled. "For starters, yes."

I rubbed my cock all over her delicate face as she stuck out her tongue and tried to lick the thick moving target. There was something about seeing my hard cock against the face that I had fantasized about so many times that made me throb.

After a few passes, I moved up slightly and fed her my cock. She took it eagerly and with a soft moan. I love hearing that "mmmm" from a woman when you can tell her mouth is stuffed. I moved slowly -- feeding her an inch at a time -- as I propped myself up with one arm and reached down to touch her perfect body.

I caressed her lovely breasts and her flat tummy. I let my hand rest on the bare rise of her lovely mound. And I lightly fondled the pussy I had just fingered to an intense orgasm. She continued to suck with no hands, enjoying the feeling of being touched and sucking at the same time. I finally pulled out and tapped her face with my thick meaty shaft as she giggled.

"Turn over and around, Hannah. Face the pillows." She complied immediately and looked back over her shoulder with a smile. I loved watching her naked body move with such incredible feline grace. A body -- a woman -- that I had dreamed of for so many years was now at my disposal and the one thing we really hadn't done yet was fuck to completion. That was about to happen.

I arranged her as I wanted her -- face down, arms out straight above her head, up on her knees, that beautiful ass up in the air. I climbed onto the bed and immediately grabbed both cheeks and spread them. Her perfect little asshole blinked at me innocently. Below her pretty inner lips protruded slightly from the long round ridges of her outer labia. I'm not sure I'd ever seen a more lovely sight.

I made no bones about what was about to happen. I pulled her cheeks open and licked her asshole. She gasped and hissed. "Mmmmm. Daddy is a dirty boy." After a bit of gentle probing, I moved down and pushed my tongue between her wet lips, my nose now buried in her ass. "Fuck, Michael. Mmmmmf."

As I ate her from behind, I moved my thumb up from underneath and eased it into her slippery groove. She moaned into the mattress as I expertly wiggled my thumb on her clit and licked the sweet juices leaking from her soft slippery lips. I moaned, but it was muffled by pussy. I could feel her literally dripping down onto my hand and knew she was ready for the main event...as was I.

"Oh, Michael. Please...." she whispered as she reached behind for a minute to pull her cheeks apart, showing me her sweet pink treasure. I arranged myself behind her, on my knees with my hands running all over her exquisite body. The flare of her slender waist to her shapely flanks was intoxicating. I couldn't wait to be inside her.

I grabbed my cock by the root and guided the head up and down her juicy groove. The bulbous crown was soon shining with her lubrication as I settled the tip into her entrance and let go. She gasped as I pushed the first inch inside. Oh, this was going to be fun!