I Take It That's A Yes!

I can see the apprehension in Meaghan’s eyes. She’s gone out on a limb here, and, if I’m not careful, she could crash and burn. “I think they’re beautiful, Meaghan.” Our eyes still locked on each other, I lift both hands, hefting the soft, slight, somewhat pointed orbs. “You don’t mind if I do this?”

Feeling my thumbs gently rubbing her nipples, she moans, “Only if that’s all you intend to do with them.”

I break eye contact and lower my head, kissing her left nipple. A soft, chaste kiss, at least at first, but it deepens quickly, my lips covering her entire nipple. Meaghan’s moan deepens. She grabs the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her young chest. I let it go, kissing my way across her chest, into the valley between, up the other slope and repeat it to the other. “Oh God, Ben. You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this."

I look up and see her eyes closed as she revels blissfully as I suckle on her small breasts. I wonder just how long she has been thinking of this, as I let her nipple slip out of my mouth. “Meaghan—” I say, starting a sentence cut off by the girl’s lips crushing against mine. I open my mouth to say more but her tongue crashes between my teeth, filling my mouth. I suck on it, committing myself to this, wherever it may go. Her bare chest pokes against me, her nipples hard as pebbles.

Finally breaking the kiss, I ask, “Do you want to take this upstairs?” She smiles, dismounting from my lap, takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. Turning the corner into my bedroom, I pick up the petite redhead and carry her to the bed. She sits up, grabs my tee shirt and pulls it off me as effortlessly as she had shed her own. Still standing by the bedside, I unbuckle my belt, dropping my pants and boxers to the floor.

“Oh my! You are big, Ben.” She laughs, “That’s what I’ll call you, Big Ben!” As I step out of the pool of clothes at my feet, Meaghan wraps her hand around my erection and pulls me closer. I can feel her warm breath on my cock as she inspects it, kisses the tip, and takes the helmet between her lips. Slowly, she takes in a bit at a time, her lips ovalled tightly around my shaft. I want to grab her head and pull her fully onto me, but I choose not to. I certainly don’t want to scare the girl, so I drop my hands and start playing with her nipples, gently pinching, twisting and pulling. She moans again, sending shivers up my cock. My big head decides we will take our time. My little head wants gratification and wants it now. My big head wants to cum in the young girl’s cunt. My little head just wants to cum. My big head has already surrendered to my little head, giving it permission to do as it pleases. After all, we have the entire weekend.

She stops about halfway down my shaft, lifts her head off, but keeps kissing. Her tongue traces the veins travelling up and down my length. She’s not as practiced as I assumed she would be, though it feels nice so far. Perhaps we’ll get a chance to improve her skills later. Her eyes are on mine, again, silently seeking approval. I smile, lifting her face for another deep kiss.

My fingers fumble with the zipper to her skirt. It’s plaid, it’s short, it makes her look innocent, kind of schoolgirl-esque. It, too floats to the floor, leaving her in knee socks and shoes and a lacy green pair of boy shorts. I give her a quick shove. She falls back on the bed, knees apart. I notice a damp spot on her panties. I drop to my knees between her legs, looking at her face for any sign that she wants to stop. She smiles, pulling her knees up over my shoulders. I push my face into the lace gusset, breathing in her scent. My cock twitches, reminding me who’s in charge here. I peel the lacy garment off her hips, and down her smooth, freckled legs. Not knowing if this is her first time or not, I decide to take things very, very slowly. “Meaghan, are you . . . ?”

She finishes my question. “. . . A virgin?” She blushes. “Not exactly. I want you to be the first man . . . you know.”

Smiling back at the nervous teen, I gently open her legs. Alternating, one side, then the other, I kiss my way from her knees northward toward the trimmed apex of her thighs. Meaghan softly says, “This was a spur-of-the-moment idea. If I’d planned it, I would have shaved.”

“I'm glad you didn’t,” I reply as I press my lips to the lust-swollen lips of her young pussy.

A sharp intake of breath, followed by a tightening of her thighs against my head. I look up into her face, framed by her freckled mounds topped by pointed nipples of dusty rose color. She relaxes for a moment, allowing me to press closer, sliding my tongue along the crevice of her cunt. “Ohhhhhhh!” she moans as her fingers comb through my hair, grabbing fistfuls as I explore deeper.

She is so tasty. I strain my tongue to get further in, smelling and tasting her sweet essence. She is humping my face, smearing her free-flowing juices from my chin to my nose. Clamping my lips around her emerging clit, I insinuate a finger inside her, then a second finger. God, this girl is tight! And wet. Her breathing quickens, her moans get longer and louder. She is fully engaged. Flipping my palm upward, I start scratching the inner walls of her womanhood. I am relieved to find no barrier to my increasing lust, as I curl my fingers inside, as my tongue rasps against her clit. “Oh my God! Oh my God OhmyfuckingGod!” My tongue-flicks turn to full-blown doggy kisses as she gurgles the arrival of her orgasm. Her thighs clamp tight to my head, her cunt tries to milk my fingers. She is shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm zings through her body like an electric shock.

As it subsides, she loosens her legs, setting me free from her heavenly prison. Reluctantly, I pull my wet hand from between her legs, offering her a lick. She accepts, sucking the remnants of her blissful encounter with my hand from the extended digits. “Incredible! Just fucking incredible.”

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, Meaghan.”

“How the hell can you top that, Ben?”