wonderment, running his fingers more gently over the undulating slope and caressed the lovely orb rather than roughly handling it.
He lay hall-propped up by his elbows, both hands now moving over the girl's breasts. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, breathing heavily and unevenly. She kept her arms wound tightly around the man's shoulders but lay quite passively; allowing him to do whatever he wished with her body.
Erica's nude breasts jutted out from her white skin like twin pillows of satin, each topped by a hard, thick nipple. Don drew his forefinger slowly across the intriguing surface of one red nipple. The action made the girl's orb quiver, the whole milky globe shuddering in a creamy wobble.
The nipple itself swelled and grew harder under his touch. The bud rose in a provocative thrust out of the center of Erica's breasts. The man studied it for a few moments, then flicked it lightly again. Once more, the aroused nipple seemed to grow more fiery and more erect.
Don pressed his forefinger and thumb securely around It, squeezing with an insistent pressure so that the girl's bud stood out more prominently than ever. The rest of his fingers were pressing into the giving white surface of the breast itself, sinking with a voluptuous ease into the pliable flesh.
His attention was focused entirely upon this one small nipple. He seemed to be pouring all his willpower, all his soul, into the contemplation of the imprisoned nipple, the inflamed red bud which protruded so fascinatingly out of Erica's breast.
Don was looking in awe-a look that spoke of tenderness rather than lust; of gentle, mutually satisfying caresses rather than the rapist's cruel manhandling with which he had begun. Erica felt his other hand begin to play absently with her second nipple. His eyes were still burning into her right breast and out of them came an almost electric intensity, a concentration of desire that nearly overwhelmed her, so powerful and magnetic was the force of his stare.
'Beautiful!' he murmured at last. 'Beautiful… beautiful!' Don bent his face down over the nipple he was squeezing and pursed his lips. She felt his warm, moist mouth close softly around her breast and felt his teeth gently biting into the enlarged bloom.
He drew the bud slowly and carefully into his mouth, beginning to work his tongue around and around on it. It tasted like solidified honey, sweet and intoxicating, and he sucked with long, glowingly ecstatic bliss on the girl's precious nipple.
Erica was stroking his hair, running both her hands through the thick locks, holding his face down onto her breasts as if she was fearful that he'd withdraw his mouth too soon. But he obviously had no intention of leaving this inspiring soft globe until he had drunk fully and deeply of its nectar.
Don opened his lips wider, stretching them as far apart as he could; then sucked as much of Erica's breast flesh into his mouth as possible, keeping his tongue fastened firmly onto her throbbingly hard nipple. In a slow, unvarying rhythm, he tit-sucked her; and as the minutes passed, Erica felt herself growing more and more delirious, unable to control her mounting desire to be fucked!
She could feel, through his trousers, the stiffness of his prick, thrusting up against her crotch with a wild, angry potency. As unobtrusively as possible, she pushed her loins down onto it, urging the pointed cock to press more closely to her aroused crotch.
After some minutes, Don became aware of what she was doing. He at last took his eyes away from Erica's nipple and glanced down at the girl's thighs. Her blue skirt had become disarranged, showing the metal clasp of her garter where it clipped tightly into the top of her stocking. An inch of bare thigh white-and alluring-could just be seen between the hem of her skirt and the tight swath of her nylons.
Don reluctantly released one of her breasts and let the freed hand pass down Erica's body until it rested on the exposed thigh flesh. His fingers moved on the soft, delicate skin, marveling at the satin texture. So sweet and pure; so warm, he thought; his hand pressed more firmly into the girl's leg, now stroking around to the inside of her thigh.
Erica helped him by opening her legs a little wider, giving him easy access to the supple flesh of her exquisitely shaped upper thigh. He reached his fingers up under the tightness of her dress until they could feel the tingling silk of her panties, stretched tautly across the girl's hips and crotch.
On impulse, Don rolled off Erica's body, sprawling out full-length on the bed alongside her. His left hand still encompassed the warm, throbbing globe of her breasts. His right began to explore the fascinating bulge which pushed the front of the girl's panties outwards, forming a swollen mound at her lovely crotch.
His fingers probed lightly across the spot, pushing with the gentlest possible pressure. She still lay quite motionless, offering her body to his intimate inspection as though they were performing an ancient ritual.
The mound was hard and muscular, but at its very center he found a long, deep crease which gave easily under the fondling of his fingers. It was as if he had never before touched a woman between her thighs, never explored a female's hidden sex organs. With a thrilling joy that brought back to him the still vivid memory of his very first sexual experiences, Don began to lift the waistband of Erica's panties away from her hips, drawing the thin nylon over her well-curved waist and then down, down until the triangular bush of hair started to appear.
He inched the panties carefully over the girl's pubic mound, pressing her thighs together so that he could drag the strip of wadded nylon down them and off her ankles.
Don's eyes traveled slowly up her legs again, savoring the sight of her sexy stockings, until they alighted once more upon her now naked cunt. The sweet curve of the girl's mound was covered in a growth of luxuriant dark hair, through which he could just see the puffy lips.
They peeped prettily through the bushy tangle, pink and moist. He retraced his fingers up the inside of her fulsome thigh until they crossed over onto the mound itself, rubbing and fondling at the entrance to the girl's creamy pussy.
Erica moaned softly now, turning her head from side to side on the pillow and clenching her hands into tight, white-knuckled fists. Her thighs were tense, her ankles drummed spastically on the turned-back sheets.
But Don still made no attempt to speed up his seduction. He was leisurely parting the fine hairs surrounding her cunt, watching instantly as his fingers slowly exposed the puffy red opening of the girl's lips. He began at the topmost part of the slit, peeling the thick lips open to reveal the hard prominence of Erica’s clitoris.
The thick button appeared in all its sexy glory, fully erect, sticking up out of the complex of the girl's outer cunt-lips with a quivering horniness. He inserted his forefinger into the gash which he'd made and started to fondle it. The pert little clit felt alive to his touch, moving with a life of its own under his finger.
Moving his thumb downwards under the rest of his fingers, Don began to delve it firmly into the actual hole itself. The channel was so tight, the moist red walls clung so adhesively to his digit, that he began to wonder if it would be possible to insert his cock into the girl without tearing her apart.
He toyed with her cunt for several minutes, scratching softly at the tantalizing knob of her clitoris and finger-fucking her with a skillful circular motion of his thumb. Then, just as he was preparing himself to strip off his own clothes and somehow guide his prick into her, Erica lifted her head and shoulders up off the bed and threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh, darling!' she gasped. «I can't stand it any longer! I can't! Please, give it to me. Give me your cock!'
Don looked down into the girl's hot-lidded eyes. Her cheeks were stained a glowing pink, her hair was violently disheveled. He got up quickly off the bed, gently disengaging her hands from his neck.
Hurriedly, he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his trousers. In a moment, he stood at the bedside, naked except for his shorts. Erica leaned toward him, her. hot eyes riveted on the ominously thick bulge which strained upwards beneath the cloth.
Her anxious fingers reached toward the hard growth of his penis, watching it pulsing steadily in a vibrant straining against the shorts which encompassed it. The slender fingertips brushed meaningfully across the rigid length, making it leap more wildly than ever. The crested crown could be seen plainly, defined under the tight- fitting underpants as the knob rose and pulsed lustfully. Erica quickly pulled the pants over the massive dick. His cock burst into full view, a live, rock-hard prick that was red-veined and angrily stiff.
The girl fumbled the shorts down Don's legs, 1'eturning her hands caressingly over his thighs until they could close tightly over the naked prick. She stroked it soothingly, babbling endearments as her fingers petted and caressed the throbbing organ.
She pulled it nearer to her mouth, opened her lips and popped the pointed shaft between them, starting to suck greedily on the head. Her liquid tongue roamed ceaselessly over his Cock, licking and lapping at the satin-soft crown and running teasingly over the little hole at its top.
