wearing a blue and green dress that had large white buttons that ran down the front. He attacked the buttons quickly, and after a moment, the dress was parted to my waist. The material fell open, and my breasts, still encased in my covering bra, jumped out like frightened animals.
I sighed audibly as his hand went up to my bra. He caressed one breast with a sudden, quick squeeze, then slipped his hand up to my shoulder, and drew the bra strap down. He tugged at the twin cloth cups until they slowly unpeeled from my tits. My naked breasts popped out, and Adam pushed the discarded bra down to my waist.
His hand tightened over my breast, and shivers of warm electricity made my body feel as if it had been short-circuited. The nipple of the tit he was playing with was hot and stiff, and I felt the warm film of perspiration on his palm as he closed his fist over the fleshy orb. His fingers tightened into the firm mound, and the nipple grew harder and hotter, swelling like a balloon, ready to pop.
I broke my mouth away from his kiss, my eyes still closed, my thighs parted even wider than before, still humping uselessly against the cool night air, and I said: 'Suck them, Adam. Put the nipples in your mouth and suck them. Pleaser
Adam slid his open mouth wetly down the length of my neck, licking at my hot flesh with his darting tongue. He moved his mouth over the bone of my chest, then down to the base of my quivering breast I was trembling with anticipation, but he moved slowly, sensually, teasing me with the wet, erotic kisses he was placing all over my nakedness. I could feel his hot breath as it snorted from his nostrils, spreading a thick layer of humid air across the quaking, puckered flesh of my pink-tipped tit. His mouth moved to the nipple, and his tongue stabbed out
'YesF I cried, excited beyond control. I moved my hands to his head and I tangled my fingers in his hair. I pulled his mouth down upon my tit. 'Suck it! Suck it! Suck it! Lick it, Adam! Lick my tit!'
His tongue unwinded from his parted lips, and he flicked the stiff nipple with a short, hot slapping caress. I moaned and hunched up, trying to stuff the rest of the tit down his throat. He pulled back, teasing me, touching the explosive nipple only with the tip of his tongue. He used his tongue as an artist might use a paint brush-dab, slurp, flick-until my nipple was cokted with his saliva, and it ached with so much pleasure I couldn't think straight.
'Oh, oh, oh,' I moaned. I put my hand down between my legs and cupped my own cunt. The heat of my excitement radiated up, even through the thickness of my dress. I nipped the skirt up, and pulled at my pantyhose until it came away from my waist. I slid my hand over the top of my cuntal mound, still outside of my wet panties, and I could hear the soft crushing sound my hand made as it pressed the silky material down against the hair on my cunt. I cupped jthe swollen mound in my hand, squeezing it tightly, and pleasure, like dancing flames, licked hotly up between my legs.
Adam, meanwhile, continued to work deliberately on my tit. He started his tongue at the base of the nipple, and from there he stroked it wetly up. He flattened his tongue against the stiff nub, and flicked upward, vibrating the nipple, until it shuddered with excitement. He continued to roll his tongue over the trembling bud until he was on the other side of the nipple, and then he reversed the slow, tortuous procedure, flitting the nipple back the other way. The slowness, the deliberateness of his strokes was driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
My clitoris felt like a pounding pulse under my curled hand, and I pressed my fingers hard against my cunt to still its erotic throb. My panties were so wet and sticky that I could feel the whole outline of my crotch through the damp material. The lips were opening and closing spasmodically, and the clit was like a small hot pebble between them. Down, underneath the curve of my body, the entrance hole to my cunt was open, like a smotheringly hot mouth, and it was oozing a thick, wet discharge. I pulled the crotch-piece of the panties away from my cunt, and I attacked the naked flesh with my trembling fingers.
'Oh, suck my tits hardT I cried, fingering the quivering lips of my own cunt with my fingernail. I pulled Adam's face down against my swollen tit with my other hand. 'Suck my tits,' I moaned again, 'before I go madF
Like a drawstring on a closing purse, Adam's Kps came down and tightened around the trembling nipple. His lips were hot and wet, and the contact was so intense I pushed my. finger up into my cunt without hardly realizing that I was doing it. He sucked the nipple up into the pool of wetness that was his mouth, drawing the bud to its full length, pressing hard into it with his lips, and then he began to Ijck the top of the nipple with the flat part of his tongue. I groaned with excitement, and I thrust my cunt up against my whole hand, burying my probing finger in the wet tunnel of my cunthole.
'Oh, God-yesr I moaned. I thrashed my head from side to side on the back cushion of the sofa: my long blonde hair spilled out like dirty sunlight in the shadows. 'Do it to mer Adam. Do it to me!'
I pulled the finger from my cunthole. The finger was all wet and slimy with the juices of my excitement. I slid the sopping finger up to the edge of my cunt, parting the damp hair, and opening the sticky-wet labia. The pounding throb of my clitoris jumped under my finger, and I pressed it down, back into the. excited, swollen flesh of my hairy cunt. The wash of pleasure it produced made my knees go weak, and my legs slid straight out in front of me, my thighs parted, and my pantyhose slid down to my knees. I began to twirl the bud of my clitoris with the familiar expertise that comes to any person who has ever masturbated. The pleasure began to mount in critical leaps and jumps, and I felt myself brimming with orgasm.
Adam slurped the one nipple until it dripped with his saliva; then he turned his attention to the other tit. His mouth closed over it, and he licked it wetly, sucking it up, beating it with his tongue, and suddenly, unbelievably, I began to come.
The orgasm began at the tip of my spine, curved around my crotch, and stabbed into my cunthole like some thick, invisible cock. My cunt clutched tightly in a spasm of ecstasy, and I continued to roll the exploding bud of my clit, round and round and round, as wave after wave of pleasure broke wetly against my cunt. Tm coming, Adam!' I cried. Tm comtngr
My words excited him, and he removed his tongue and lips from my breast. He sat back on his haunches, away from me, and watched in fascination as I administered pleasure to myself. The sight must have stimulated him, for he dropped his hand to his zipper, and he pulled out his long, thick cock. He jerked the organ up and down several times as he watched me rolling my clitoris, and I thought he was going to masturbate himself to orgasm.
But he didn't; instead, with his free hand, Adam began to work intently on the rest of the buttons on my dress. A moment passed, and my dress was completely open. nooked down at my body, my eyes dimmed by 14 the trembling orgasm that still assailed my flesh. My bra was still clasped closed, but it was twisted around and pulled insideout as it went around my waist. My shallow white hand was inside my panties, still moving. I could hear the wet, slippery sounds my hand was making as I parted the folds of my cunt with the rolling pressure of my finger. My pantyhose was at half-mast, like a boundary line stretched across the middle of my widely-spread thighs.
After the dress was open, my pantyhose was the next thing Adam grabbed for. He tugged at them until he pulled them over the bump of my knees; then he dragged them down the rest of my legs. He slid off the sofa, with his cock stiff and erect and pulled from his gray trousers, and he climbed down between my open legs. I felt his hot hands running up and down my legs, moving from the sweaty inner softness between my thighs, over my knees, down my calves, until he was touching my feet. He pulled my shoes off, then pulled the bunched-up pantyhose down over my feet, discarding them in the darkness behind him.
The next thing Adam reached for was my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, and he tugged them down. I had to lift my ass for him to get the flimsy white panties past the cushion of the sofa. The movement of the silky material was cool and erotic, like the chilled night air kissing at my nakedness. I could see my own naked cunt in the dim light as I looked down. My hand was buried against my crotch and the blonde-splash of pubic hairs covered my belly like a thick yellow rug. My thighs were pale white, spread in a wide V, and my panties were a receding slip of softness trailing down the long distance of my legs.
Adam slipped the panties off, then leaned forward and put his mouth between my legs. My orgasm was just ebbing when his tongue opened the lips of my cunt, parting it with the same ease that a hot knife cuts into soft butter, And he began to lick at my clitoris. Immediately, the bud forgot its momentary exhaustion, and it began to build again towards a new orgasm, as if the one that was just over had never happened. Going crazy with passion. I began to moan.
'Eat me!' I cried. I squeezed my breasts as I watched Adam's head disappear between my thighs. I screamed obscenities because it seemed like the thing to do; because my mood was so wild, so raunchy, so erotic, so sexy that it seemed the only thing I could do.
