Breaking His Cherry by Desiree Steel Page B

just can’t get the image out of my mind, I mean, you felt so good inside me, so good…”
        As she allowed her voice to trail off she locked eyes with him and standing from her chair she leaned over him in his, dropping her hand to his lap and feeling his cock pulse hard and ready in his pants despite him shaking his head and trying to tactfully disentangle her hand from him.
        “Like I said it will be the last time, and you can’t tell me you don’t want to!”
        Dan really was having a hard time telling her he didn’t want to.  The memory of them locked together, her sweaty cum-covered body writhing in pleasure underneath him filled his mind as the closeness of her body filled his senses with her smells and desires.  She stroked him gently, and he could only moan softly “We can’t…”
        “Yes, we can …” Stacey said and planted her lips on his softly as she grabbed him firmly between her hands and messaged him. 
        Despite himself he was kissing her back passionately and accepting her tongue into his mouth as he moaned low denials of his desires.
        “That’s it baby,” she cooed knowingly as she stroked him through his pants.  “This will be the last time.  There’s nothing wrong with it.  We‘re both adults.  Just slide your pants off now.”
        She undid his fly and belt and he was powerless to resist her as she pulled his pants and underwear off him and he raised his ass to free them to be dropped around his ankles.
        “This is so wrong,” he moaned with pleasure as he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it firmly through her thin blouse, feeling her nipple harden instantly with pleasure under his thumb.
        “That’s what makes it so good,” she moaned back into his ear as she licked his neck and grasped his rod firmly with her hand as it stuck straight up against his belly.
        Then they were no longer able to speak as she straddled him while he sat in the chair and all of his denials were gone as he gripped her firmly around her waist and pulled her down on top of him.
        “Yes!” she moaned low in his ear.  “That’s the way I want it … yes, like that, fuck me deep daddy!” Stacey cried out as she rode him wetly.
        There had been no real foreplay, just her straddling him with her skirt and blouse still on as he grabbed her hips and ground her nubile cunt mercilessly with his cock.
        “That’s it daddy, don’t stop!” she sobbed gratefully as she felt her orgasm rushing up on her and then it was upon her and she was screaming and clawing his back through his shirt as she bucked and came uncontrollably.
        It was enough to send Dan over the edge and hitting the table next to the chair hard enough t o knock over his drink, he dumped his seed inside Stacey with a grunt of satisfaction.
        As they clung together and tried to catch their breaths a voice startled them from the doorway, “That looks like fun, mind if I join?”
        Dan whipped his head around with a startled expression and would have jumped to his feet if Stacey hadn’t anticipated this and locked him under her in the chair by grabbing the back and forcing his to remain seated.
        “What the hell?” he sputtered indignantly.
        “It’s alright baby, just relax and let me explain,” Stacey tried soothingly.
        He wasn’t having any of it however and with a nudge managed to push Stacey off him and rise to his feet.  Still looking at Jenna standing in the doorway he frantically tried to pull his pants up while cum still dripped off his pussy juice slick cock.
        Jenna was dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl to the T.  She had on the knee high white stockings, the cotton ankle socks and black patent leather shoes.  Her green plaid skirt and white cotton button down blouse were immaculate, and she even held an armful of books to complete the fantasy.
        Her hair was done modestly and aside from