Make Dawn Cum

Dawn's nylons were too restrictive. So I pulled my hand free from her underwear which caused a disappointed groan from the fallen-angel on my lap. But Dawn then giggled as I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of both her knickers and tights as pulled them half-way down her nubile thighs.

She looked so **** as she lay on my lap with her legs spread that little bit more. I watched in awe as Dawn raised a finger to her slightly parted mouth, and pulled down her lower scarlet lip, clearly caught in the moment.

Never had I seen such beauty.

My hand slipped down between her legs, tracing the contours of Dawn's soft warm skin. My fingers then touched her smooth, delicate lips. But I paused. However, Dawn rested her hand on mine. "Go on. Please."

I did so. Pushing my fingers past Dawn's welcoming lips, and into her tight, loving pussy.

I began to slide my two fingers in and out of Dawn's moist pussy, while gently rubbing her clit with my thumb... something I'd once seen in a 'how to' video.

Dawn writhed around on her back, her body contorting and flexing with my every touch. I finally felt in control. The fact that I was stirring such a reaction in Dawn filled me with such sordid excitement.

Dawn always held the stronger set of cards in our relationship, but tonight I was the one in charge. More confident than ever, while finger fucking Dawn, I placed my free hand on her left breast. The red dress was tight fitting and underneath she was wearing a bra. So all I could do was feel through the fabric. It was the first time I had groped her tit. It felt soft but firm, sort of like the small sandbags you get during Sports Day at primary school. Having a slender elegance, her tits possessed a modest charm. A handful but nothing more. But it was enough.

Dawn must have been nearing the point of no return. She dug her fingernails into my knee. "Harder, Dan."

I did as I was told. So, maybe I wasn't in complete control. But I wasn't complaining. I slipped in a third finger, sinking it deeper to open her up. She grimaced in protest as I stretched her a little more than she expected. But my thumb continued to play her clit, sending Dawn further into ecstasy. Her pussy throbbed around my fingers, almost sucking them deeper with contractions.

Dawn began to repeatedly cry. "Oh, God!"

Dawn spread her legs as wide as the stretched crotch of her tights allowed, pushing herself into me as she coated my fingers in a warm but welcoming juice. I kept my fingers inside Dawn, wanting to feel her natural love pass over my own skin.

I have lived each moment, each touch, each drop of sweat - a thousand times since.

Finally, I slowly pulled my fingers out of her pussy, leaving Dawn panting on my lap. Raising my hand to my face I sniffed my finger. To be blunt it smelled of cider diluted with piss. But I still tasted my finger which caused Dawn to tut in disgust. Yet, it seemed the natural thing to do. The whole episode was most erotic to me. I almost felt like cumming myself but wanted Dawn to repay my efforts.

With Dawn's head still resting on my lap and my rock-hard cock pushing against the denim of my jeans, it must have been prodding against her cheek.

I wanted Dawn to suck me off... did I dare ask?