missionary position

The temple to Sarlene was by no means the largest in the district; the minarets of the temple of the Sun God cast their shadows over it during the morning. But it was one of the more beautiful, at least if you preferred graceful lines over austere majesty. Green vines ran across the outer walls, twining between the bas-relief carvings. The carvings were not, as in some other parts of the world, openly erotic; they showed scenes of marriage and demure affection, all of which were, of course, well within the goddess’s purview.



It was not the common reputation that the temple had, of course. Many assumed that it was a place of debauchery, at least when regular marriage services were not being conducted there. But that view was mistaken, for while Sarlene was, among other things, a goddess of passionate sexuality, such things were not a part of her regular worship services. Impromptu, private, worship services, though… well, that was a different matter.



It was the last free day before the exploratory mission into the subterranean caverns beneath the city. Tomorrow, the adventurers would make their final plans, have a good night’s rest, and then, perhaps, finally learn what was really going on under their feet. Dolrim and Vardala were staying at the villa, while Calleslyn paid a visit to her friend Messandra – Almandar wondered how many of the others had worked out the truth of their relationship, but had no intention of talking about it himself.



Lady Tarissa, who, out of all of them, would have had the most difficulty understanding such things, had instead chosen to spend the evening praying at the temple of Pardror, god of paladins. There was nothing unusual in that, for she always did so before any of the party’s expeditions. But it had given Almandar the idea of paying a visit to the temple of his own preferred deity, the goddess of love.



The truth was, he was not a regular worshipper at the temple itself, although the goddess’ free-wheeling nature meant that that was also true of many of her other devotees. But, he reflected, Sarlene had been very good to him since he had returned from the last expedition, and where better to say his thanks than in her own home?



As he stepped through the stone archway into the cool interior, he reflected on some of the goddess’ recent gifts. He remembered Helsa’s smile, and the feel of her breasts, Lyrette’s sensuous lips sliding over the shaft of his cock, and his hands caressing Ashabi’s mahogany skin. He thought of the taste of Ansreal’s wet pussy, and the expression on Ostrid’s face as she had cried out in the throws of her passion. Oh, yes, he had much to be thankful for.



Inside the temple was a long hall, evening sunlight shining down from the windows up above and catching on the rippling water of five fountains. Alcoves led off to the side, and devotional artwork decorated the walls and the altar at the far end. The artwork here was a little more risqué than that on the exterior, but not by much; the people depicted were scantily clad, but not exposing themselves. A huge tapestry image of the goddess herself hung behind the altar, an image of idealised beauty clad in diaphanous rose-coloured robes, smiling and opening her arms in welcome.



There was only one other person visible at the moment, the priestesses evidently about their business elsewhere. Almandar had seen her before, although he was uncertain how regular a worshipper she was. She was a short woman, perhaps a couple of inches over five feet tall, with long sandy hair that fell to her mid-back. She was turned away from him, sitting down by one of the pools, but even so, he could admire the tightness of her lavender-coloured dress, and the shapely curves of one partially exposed leg.



He searched his memory, and recalled that her name was Ravette. They had spoken before, a couple of times, but had never been more intimate than that. This was, he reflected, something of a pity, for she had magnificent breasts, their large size belying her short stature. Nonetheless, she was obviously busy, lost in her own reverie, and now was not the time to interrupt her. Besides, he had business of his own to attend to.



He knelt down beside another of the fountain pools, resting his knees on the soft and coloured cushions that lay around them. In the centre of the pool stood a statue of a naked couple entwined, pressed against each other to hide any indecent details. He looked down into the water, admiring the way the evening light caught its surface, a sunbeam shining down from up above.



Reaching into a small bag he gently removed some flowers that he had bought that afternoon, carefully resting them on the surface of the water, watching them bob about and move with the cycling of the fountain water. He held out his arms above them, mimicking the welcoming gesture of the goddess on the tapestry – not for Sarlene the closed hands of prayer favoured by some other deities.



He chanted the familiar words of the prayer of thanks. They were hundreds of years old, and still spoken in an archaic dialect of Common, yet they had changed enough down the years to remain perfectly understandable. Sarlene was free with her gifts, understanding and openness key parts of her theology.



As the flowers swirled in the water, curling filigrees of silver mist began to rise from the surface, twining around them. For Almandar, the rest of the world floated away, his senses now focused solely on the pool before him. The sounds of the outside world ceased, and instead he could hear, just at the edge of perception, achingly beautiful music. The tune was elusive, never quite clear enough to recall or reproduce, yet always somehow familiar.



The mist enclosed the flowers, like miniature vortices in the air, wafting their fragrance to his nostrils. It was sparkling now, a strange internal light, steadily brightening to shield the blossoms themselves from view. A sense of peace and harmony enveloped him, a momentary communion with the all-embracing love of the goddess. Then, with one final burst of light, the mist and the flowers were gone, and he was back in the real world, the blooms transported elsewhere, left with the memory of Sarlene’s presence.



As always when he used these magical pools to offer sacrifices to the goddess, he was unsure of how much time had passed. But at some point during the experience, a woman had come over to kneel close to him, a quarter of the way around the fountain’s circumference. He did not recognise her.



“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, her voice quiet, yet rich in timbre, “I saw you sitting here, and became entranced by the flowers… they have joined the goddess?”



He nodded, reflecting that she could not be a regular worshipper. But people, of course, came to the temple all the time, out of curiosity or from a genuine need for the gift of love. She was slender, in a dark green dress, and aged, he thought, in her mid twenties. Her hair and eyes were dark, the latter wide and giving her an air of vulnerability. Her skin looked soft and unblemished, her lips pale and thin, her cheekbones high.



“I am new here…” she said, “to the temple, I mean. But I needed to pray to the goddess… I suppose I shouldn’t trouble you with it, but the pool looked so serene, and the flowers, and…” she stumbled over the words, glancing down at the water instead of looking straight at him, “and I think I may need a little guidance. You obviously know the prayers… if you wouldn’t mind?”



“Of course,” he said, holding out a hand, “I’m Almandar.”



“Jiranda,” she said, taking the hand and squeezing it in greeting. “And thank you.”



“So, let’s begin. You hold your hands like this,” he demonstrated the gesture, “and keep your eyes on something that shows beauty – the water, the statue, the tapestry, whatever makes you feel most comfortable. The petition itself can be spoken out loud, but it is just as common to say it silently. But there are some prayers that we commonly use. They don’t have to be word-perfect; Sarlene is a forgiving goddess. But let me teach you some of them…”



They remained there for a little while, he reciting some of the shorter prayers of petition, she repeating them, stumbling over the words a couple of times at first, but picking them up quickly. She chose to look, he saw, at the statue, with the lovers entwined, but he also noticed a couple of glances in his direction, to which he responded with an encouraging smile. The goddess of love was not jealous, and he knew committed partners who prayed facing each other.



When they had finished, she put her arms down by her sides, and turned to face him directly. “Thank you,” she said, simply.



“I hope you find what you asked for,” he said. She had chosen to do that part in silence, so he had no idea what it was, and would not enquire.



“Yes,” she said, “I need a change in my life, something to take me away from… well, let me just say from past mistakes. Hopefully this is a beginning in that direction.”



“The goddess welcomes people at any time.”



“She seems a very free goddess,” said Jiranda, “not one to get held up on rules. She doesn’t seem to mind what you do.”



“So long as you do it in the right frame of mind, and with the right intentions,” agreed Almandar, “obviously, she frowns on acts of evil, or intentional ugliness – anything that takes love away from the world.”



“You hear, though…” Jiranda paused, as if looking for the right words, “that there are other ways of worshipping her. Apart from the temple.”



Almandar knew, of course, exactly what she referred to. And, given her glances earlier, he felt he could be open about the possibilities, if he phrased things right, and got through her uncertainty.



“Private means of worship, you mean,” he said, watching her face intently for her reaction, “commune with the goddess through physical expression of affection.”



Jiranda nodded, “if you do not mind me asking… how does that work?”



“Any time you make love,” said Almandar, “you approach the goddess, whether with intent or not. You can say prayers of thanks – they can even be silent – if you want to show your gratitude for her gift, but otherwise, it is the act of love herself that pleases her, and your knowledge of where it comes from.”



“But it is not communion in the way that your flowers in the pool were?”



“It is not a sacrifice, but it is a communion, albeit of a different kind. Worshippers believe that the moment of, shall we say, the peak, is a contact with the eternal power of love, the touch of the goddess. Obviously, as a goddess of love, she prefers two people to reach that point of communion together.”



Jiranda nodded, then blushed slightly, opening her mouth as if to speak, before falling silent again.



“If you are free tonight,” said Almandar, grasping the opportunity, “I would be willing to show you that form of worship as well. If you wish it.”



She reached out and patted his hand, then took a deep breath, nodding decisively. “Yes, I think I would like that. I think it may be just what I need to start afresh. I shall thank the goddess again tonight,” she added, with a knowing smile.



“After the communion,” he said.



She leaned forward, whispering in his ear, “you mean, after you drive me to orgasm?” He said nothing, feeling no reply was needed to that. But then she leaned back, her expression suddenly changing, “oh – I’ve just remembered. I had plans… nothing important, I can change them. But I have to go, just for a moment, to let my sister know…” she got to her feet, “I’ll be back, just in a few minutes. Don’t move! I won’t be long… just a couple of moments. Don’t go.”



“I’ll be here,” he replied sincerely.



She half ran from the temple, looking a little flustered. Her sister had to be waiting outside, he assumed, wondering how she would explain her absence for the evening, when they had presumably planned some other activity. Probably not with the truth, he thought, or she would not have worried about taking him with her. He got to his feet, and headed for the entrance himself, deciding to wait just inside the archway until she had returned.



“Almandar,” said a chirpy voice, “has the goddess been good to you recently?”



He looked around to see Ravette approaching, until she stood next to him. This could be a little awkward, he reflected.



“She has, indeed,” he said, “in fact…”



“Well, we wouldn’t want to break that lucky streak, would we?” she replied, before he could explain further, “I’m alone tonight, with nothing to do, and you and I have never seemed to be free at the same time.”



She leaned forward, pushing out her chest provocatively. And what a chest it was, he reflected. The fabric of her lavender dress strained to hold her bulging breasts in, her short frame making them appear even larger, her figure a perfect hourglass. Her blue eyes were wide, watching him intently. At any other time, he would have been more than willing to oblige her.



“I really appreciate the offer,” he said, reluctantly, “but I am afraid that I have a prior engagement. Luck is not on our side, perhaps. And not for the next few days, either.”



“Really?” she looked deflated, pouting in disappointment, “there is something more important?”



“It’s not that, it’s…”



At that precise moment, Jiranda returned, looking a little flushed, as if she had been running. She flashed a grin at Almandar, perhaps having half-expected him to have gone, but then noticed Ravette, and took a small step back, looking a little embarrassed.



“Jiranda – Ravette. An acquaintance of mine,” he turned back to the shorter woman, “it was nice to meet you again, but I must be going.”



“So this is your prior engagement?” said Ravette, perking up again slightly and eyeing Jiranda, as if comparing her charms against her own.



“Yes, so…” Almandar held out an arm to Jiranda, and made as if to move away. Ravette should understand, being a fellow worshipper.



“Well, I’m game if you are,” said Ravette brightly.



It took a second or two for Almandar to grasp her meaning, but then the light dawned. “I… uh… I’m not sure that would work…”



Jiranda frowned, looking from one to the other as they spoke, apparently still trying to divine what they were talking about. “Is there something I’m missing here?”



“I thought I might join you,” Ravette told her, “if you like.”



“Oh…” said Jiranda, suddenly flustered, “I don’t think you… you see we were going to… I mean, it wouldn’t be…”



“I know,” said the other woman, “I didn’t mean to intrude.”



Jiranda’s eyes widened, and her mouth formed an ‘O’ of surprise as she evidently realised that Ravette had known all along what she and Almandar had been going to do, and what the nature of her offer had been. She stood there in shock for a moment, and Almandar mentally sought for a way to defuse the situation; Ravette had been too forward, and now the promise of the night seemed to be crumbling before his eyes.



But then the taller woman braced herself, taking a long deep breath, and speaking, her voice barely more than a squeak. “All right. Yes.”



As soon as she had spoken, she seemed shocked, as if she could hardly believe what she had just said. Ravette grinned, bouncing up on her toes, making her breasts jiggle beneath the tight dress. Almandar looked again at Jiranda, but she nodded firmly, unable to speak for the moment, but her mind apparently made up.



A couple of seconds ago, he had thought the night was already over. Now he realised that it had only just begun, and should very much be a night to remember…



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“This is my bedroom,” said Jiranda, opening the door and gesturing within as if she was showing off her house to a regular visitor. Although she had shown no signs of changing her mind or backing down, she did look a little nervous, uncertain as to what to do. She held the door open, so Almandar stepped inside first, and, when she still didn’t move, beckoned to her to follow him.



She did so, hands fluttering first against the door handle, and then fidgeting at her side. She glanced around as Ravette stepped into the room beside her, the smaller woman’s movements confident and eager, her face visibly flushed with anticipation.



Jiranda took a moment to calm herself, and looked straight at Almandar. She took a few deep breaths, steadying her nerves, “I’ve not done anything like this before,” she said, somewhat needlessly, “just so you know.”



“Well, actually…” said Ravette, closing the door softly behind her, “neither have I. Not quite like this, anyway. But I have thought about it a lot,” she added with a sly grin.



Almandar reached over with one hand, gently pulling Jiranda toward him for a kiss. Her lips were soft, hesitant at first, but soon melting into a long and passionate caress as she pressed her body into his. Her initial hesitancy seemed to be fading as his hands traced out her flanks and her slim, tight, buttocks. She ran her fingers through his hair as they continued to kiss, her other arm wrapped around his back.



Behind him, he could hear Ravette beginning to undress, and the thought made his kisses more passionate, running over Jiranda’s cheek, ears, and neck. His hands sought out the fastenings at the back of her dress, untying them with experienced deftness, and slipping underneath the fabric to feel her back through her shift.



He gripped one buttock, pressing her hips into his, his hard erection straining against the material that separated them. He rucked her skirt up, but the hemline normally reached to the middle of her long calves, so he could not reach down far enough to feel her legs. She was murmuring as they continued to kiss, momentarily oblivious to the rest of the world.



That oblivion lasted only until Almandar felt Ravette beginning to pull his shirt free from the back of his trews, lifting up both it and his tunic, to run her hands up and along his back. Her legs pressed against his, and her hands wandered forward, over his belly, brushing against Jiranda’s in the process.



With a slight gasp, the taller woman stepped back, out of his embrace, her dress half-falling off one arm to reveal the short-sleeved white shift beneath. Behind him, Ravette pressed herself into his back, her face against his shoulder blades, her large breasts squashed against him as she continued to stroke his stomach, lifting his shirt and tunic up higher as they went.



Jiranda stood watching them both, her eyes wide, and her face flushed. She remained rooted to the spot as Almandar helped her remove his upper garments and one of Ravette’s legs rubbed against an outer thigh. The shorter woman moved round then, so that he could see her properly, swishing her long hair. She was still wearing her shift, but it had a low cut front that exposed the upper curve of her bosom, and barely reach to mid-thigh, showing off her shapely legs.



She reached a hand up, pulling his head down into a kiss, and he gripped her flanks through the thin cotton, feeling their tight inward curve. She leaned into him, breasts straining against the fabric that still separated them from his naked torso. Her buttocks were rounded, larger than Jiranda’s, yielding pleasantly to the press of his fingers.



He glanced up at the other woman, hoping that she had not finally taken fright. But, instead, she seemed to be gazing at the pair of them in rapture, watching their every move. She even squeezed one of her own small breasts as she did so, her mouth part open, her breathing heavy. However she had expected herself to react, it was clear that she was now finding the sight of two semi-naked people caressing to be one that was deeply arousing.



Catching his glance, she quickly began to undo her girdle, removing her dress and pulling it down over her slender hips. Her shift was even shorter than Ravette’s – or so it seemed against her long legs – revealing a beautifully creamy skin that seemed clear of any blemish. He could see her dark nipples through the cotton, poking against the material. She moved back towards the bed, sitting on it with legs slightly apart, and Almandar made to join her.

This is the last edition of my continuing story between a 36 year old man and Chelsey, a 19 year old girl. It is a little long, but I hope it is worth the read to you. I hope you enjoy.







I woke up Tuesday morning and headed to work with a smile on my face that would not go away. The work day seemed to last forever. It was finally time to head home. I didn’t know whether Chelsey would be home or not. Her car was in the driveway, so she was either home or with her boyfriend.



I walked into the house and set my bags down. It felt hotter than Hades in my house. Chelsey came scampering out of her bedroom and running towards me. My eyes bulged out of my head. My eyes locked on her bouncing chest. She was wearing only a pair of pink panties with white lace borders and naked up top.



She gave me a big hug and kissed me then pulled back and said, “Welcome home!!!”



I couldn’t help but smile. “Hello Chelsey. Why is it so hot in here? Is there something wrong with the heater?”



“No. Nothing wrong with the heater”, she said. “I just thought you would like to join me in wearing little to nothing. This way we won’t get cold.”



“You are so silly, I replied while laughing. “You will be paying the heat bill overages next month”.



She continued hanging onto me with her arms wrapped around my neck. She leaned in and gave me a seductive kiss that made my groin stir. I put my hands on her warm, bare hips and gently pushed her away from me.



“You have a boyfriend remember?”



She just laughed as she pulled my shirt over my head. I could tell I had created a monster. This was going to be a long rest of the week.



“There, now you shouldn’t be so hot.” Chelsey said in a sweet, playful tone.



my eyes gravitated to her bare breasts. This was the first time I had seen them in the light. Her nipples were pointing straight out at me.



“Wanna touch them? You can if you want.” she said as she arched her back and thrusted her chest out towards me.



“You are such a tease right now. Your boyfriend?” I reminded her.



“It doesn’t have to be teasing you know.” she stated with a grin on her face.



I could feel sweat forming on my face. It was so hot in the house. I side-stepped her and headed for the thermostat. It read 80º. I bumped it down to 72º and walked back to the other side of the family room. Chelsey grabbed my belt buckle.



She began unbuckling my belt. “You should take these pants off, then you wouldn’t be so hot.”



“I will go change into a pair of shorts. Thank you.”



She grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on her breasts. I couldn’t resist squeezing them for a few seconds before pulling my hands back.



Chelsey looked down at my crotch and smiled. “Looks like you enjoyed that.”



I smiled as I turned and headed for my room to change clothes. I threw on a pair of basketball shorts and headed back to the family room. Chelsey was sitting on the couch preparing for the start of a movie.



“Wanna watch a movie with me tonight?” She asked batting her eyes.



“Only if you put a shirt on first.”



It is too hot for a shirt” she pleaded. “Besides, you don’t have a shirt on. That would be unfair!”



I gave her a stern look. In return she asked a double-edged question. “You don’t like looking at my bare body?”



How could I say no and not regret it later? I sat down beside her next to the arm of the couch. She lay down on her back, spread across my lap and looked at me with puppy eyes. So was so damn gorgeous. She took my hands in hers and placed them on her stomach.



“Feel how hot and sticky my skin is.”



This girl was relentless. I was getting payback for the teasing I had given her the last few weeks. I looked down and smiled at her as my eyes gravitated towards her heaving chest. Her breasts were so firm and supple. I wanted so bad to place them in my mouth.



The movie started and she rolled to her side towards the television. It was only a few minutes before I could no longer resist touching her breasts. My hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts. I slowly kneaded her breasts as we watched the movie. Her breathing increased as she was getting turned on.



“Can I sleep with you tonight?” she shyly asked.



“Not tonight hon. As much as we may want to, it is not next week yet. That was the agreement.”



She huffed and puffed then started moving her head up and down my crotch. I could not help but get hard. She was relentless tonight. It was hard to concentrate on the movie with this vixen teasing me.



“How about now?” she asked.



“You are driving me crazy girl.” I laughed. “What is your boyfriend up to tonight?”



“He is playing video games with his friends tonight. He asked if I wanted him to come over. I told him he could visit tomorrow. I wanted to spend the night with you.”



The movie ended and we went to our own rooms. It wasn’t a few minutes before I heard a familiar buzzing noise followed by moaning. Her moans were getting louder and louder. She was definitely making sure I could hear her. It was impossible to go to sleep so I masturbated to the sound of her moaning.



I worked late the next day. I came home and heard voices coming from Chelsey’s bedroom. Her boyfriend was over. I made myself supper and decided to go to bed early. I climbed in bed and began to fall asleep when I was awakened by the sounds of her bed squeaking, followed by grunts and groans and lots of moaning. She was driving me crazy. I never imagined this would be so much torture. Perhaps I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into. I was starting to regret having made this deal with her in the first place.



The next day I arrived home from work early. I decided it would be a good idea to get out of the house for awhile. I took a shower and met a friend at a local mexican restaurant. We had a good time chatting.



I headed home and went to bed. Again, I woke up to the sounds of moans. This time I heard Chelsey instructing her boyfriend to go down on her. I heard him tell her he didn’t do that. They ended up in a fight leading her to kick him out.



Saturday rolled around and I was feeling more comfortable about being at home. It had been a few days since Chelsey and I had watched a movie together. I passed Chelsey’s room and headed into the restroom. I noticed her door was only halfway closed.



I exited the restroom and took a peek inside her bedroom. Chelsey was sleeping in her bed. She was wearing a baby t-shirt with a sheet lying across her waist. I watched her chest rise and fall for a few moments before heading back out to the family room. I opened a bottle of wine and searched through the television channels for something to watch.



Chelsey walked out into the family room. She looked groggy. She half smiled at me and asked if she could have a glass of wine also. We sat and enjoyed two glasses of wine while we chatted about our week.



Chelsey told me a stories about her friends. I was interested in hearing about the fun adventures of a teen. It had been awhile since I had participated in such silly events.



All the sudden Chelsey began crying. I wasn’t sure where this emotion came from. I pulled her close to me and wondered if she had drank a little too much wine. It killed me to see a woman cry.



“What is wrong Chelsey?”



“I broke up with my boyfriend.”



“What? Why?”



“Because he told me he would not eat me down there. I told him that I would not give him blowjobs anymore if he wouldn’t go down on me also. He started cussing me out. He wanted to know why I had this sudden obsession with him going down on me. I was fed up and told him we were done.”



“I am so sorry. It is hard to walk away, but I think you did the right thing. A beautiful girl like you can do much better than him.”



“Like you?” she asked.



“You can do much better than me also.” I replied.



“What if I don’t want to do better than you?”



“Chelsey, I am flattered that you would want to be with me. Ten or twenty years from me when I am really old and you are just becoming my age you will have wished you were with a younger man.”



She did not respond. She drank her half glass of wine in two swallows and refilled her glass. Soon the wine was starting to affect her speech. She was beginning to slur her words and laugh at everything.



She started to become frisky. Her hands brushing my ears, her lips kissing my neck. I was at a crossroads. Did I give in and let her have her way or did I stick to my guns and wait until next week. Next week was only a day away.



“Take me now you silly fool.” she said to me while looking at me with puppy dog eyes. She then began to laugh uncontrollably. I had uncaged the lion.



“Tomorrow Chelsey. You can sleep in my bed tomorrow. You are drunk tonight and I don’t think that should be the way we spend our last night in bed together.”



“Last night huh?” she began to giggle. “You think you are going to be able to keep me off you after one more night? You think you will be able to resist this?”



She finished her words and began stripping naked. She dropped her clothes to the floor and stood just inches away from me. She propped her left leg up on the couch and put her right hand over her crotch. Her fingers began to massage her pussy.



Another first for me. This was the first time I had full view of her pussy in full lighting. Again, she shocked me with her bold actions. I put my hand on her hand and held it.



“You are silly, Chelsey. Put your pants back on.”



“No way!” she demanded with a stern, playful look on her face. “You make me so damn horny. If you are not going to do it then I will do it myself!”



I stood up and pulled her close to me. I held her tight and lowered her left leg to the floor. She began to aggressively kiss my neck. I pulled away and told her it was my bedtime. I told her we would talk tomorrow.



“If I am not good enough tonight, then I am not interested tonight.” With that she stormed off to her room.



I felt bad for turning her down. I knew it was just the alcohol in her system talking. I curled up in bed and fell fast asleep. A few hours later I felt movement on the bed. I opened my eyes to see Chelsey crawling over top of me and sliding into bed next to me.



“What are you doing hon?” I said in a groggy voice.



“It is next week officially. I am sleeping with you tonight.”



“Hon it is way too late to do anything. We both have to work early in the morning. This is does not count as your fourth night.”



“I don’t care about our damn agreement anymore. I am cold and lonely. I want you to hold me.”



With that, I curled up to her and and fell back asleep. We both woke early and dressed for work. She asked if she could ride to work with me since we worked next to each other and had the same work schedule.



After work Chelsey asked if we could go to the movie theater. I bought us tickets and we took seats in the center of the movie theater. We watched the newest action/drama involving wolves and things of that such.



I didn’t find much interest in the movie, but she was excited to see it. During the movie, she reached over and held my hand. I was impressed by how well behaved she acted. I anticipated her to want to participate in more risky actions while we were in the dark.



I took her to dinner afterwards. She could not stop telling me about her favorite parts of the movie. I couldn’t help but smile as she talked. She was going a mile a minute as she talked. I just enjoyed looking into the most beautiful face I knew and staring into her deep, brown eyes. My mind began to drift to sexual thoughts of her.



It was dark outside when we arrived home. I unlocked the door and opened it, taking a step inside. Chelsey shuffled beside me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She pushed me through the dark to the couch. She shoved me down on the couch and jumped on my laugh. We both started laughing.



She straddled my legs and pressed her lips to mine. We kissed passionately for several minutes. Just as quick as she jumped on my lap, she slid back off my lap and disappeared into the darkness. I heard her say, “Thank you for a wonderful night.” as her voice drifted away from me.



I stood up and turned the light on low. I was thankful to have the next day off work. Tonight had the makings of a magical night. Chelsey came bouncing out of her room wearing tight black stretch shorts and I tight, white baby t-shirt that was practically see through. She had her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.



“How do I look?”



“Stunning. Absolutely stunning. I could ravish you right now.”



“Oh no, no” she said laughing. “You have to be a good boy until I sleep in your bed.”



“Would you join me in bed tonight?”



“About fucking time you ask me!” she half shouted. “This is going to be the best night of your life mister. After tonight, you won’t be able to say no to me ever again.”



I laughed and shook my head side to side. “You are definitely a silly one.”



“That is why you love me.” she quipped.



“Oh yeah?”



“From the first time you set eyes on me.”



I was loving her cockiness acting as confidence. She sat in the recliner chair next to the couch for the first time since she had moved in and draped her left leg over the arm chair. Her legs were spread and her crotch was staring right at me.



I could see the outline of her labia pushing against her shorts. Her nipples were hard and sticking out through her shirt. She was running her hand through her ponytail.



I walked over to her and leaned in kissing her. While we kissed I slid four fingers of my left hand down her crotch. Her hips jumped and ground against my hand. She moaned and smiled at me.



“Let’s go to bed.” I whispered in her ear.



We stood face to face in front of the bed slowly undressing each other and making out. I ran my fingers over her breasts as I lifted her shirt over her head. She made sure to fondle my dick as she removed my pants.



I pulled her close to me and put my hands on the small of her back. My hard penis slid between her legs and rested against her crotch. I leaned in and planted kisses along her neck up to her ear. She lay her head back, giving me free access. I grabbed her small butt cheeks in my hand and squeezed them causing her to giggle.



“You make me so hot.” She whispered.



I ran my hands up and down her back before spinning her around. I pulled her close to me once again and slid my dick between her legs. I bowed up, the tip pressing against her lips. My hands moved underneath her arms and caressed her breasts once more. I rolled her hard nipples between my thumb and pointer finger. Her moans filled the air. I kissed the nape of her neck sending chills through her body.



My left hand moved down to her mound and began massaging her labia. Her legs spread out opening her lips. I slid my finger up and down her slit. I held her waist with my right hand as her knees began to weaken. I lifted her left leg and placed it on the bed. Her wet pussy was now spread wide open. I inserted a finger tip inside her and moved it around, teasing her. I pulled my finger out then slowly slid it in up to my second knuckle. She cooed for me.



I began sucking on the back of her neck as my finger slid up her slit and softly made circles around her clit. Her knees almost gave out.



“Let’s lay down” she urged.



I slowly turned her and helped her to sit down on the bed. She paused and slowly stroked my dick with her hand. I put my hand on her shoulders as she leaned in and sucked the tip in her mouth.



She pulled my dick out of her mouth briefly and asked, “Do you like that?”



“Very much”, I replied as she continued.



My knees were beginning to weaken themselves. My hips began to gyrate, helping her with a rhythm. Her right hand slid down to my testicles and began massaging them. I moaned softly as she brought pleasure to my body.



She took my length slowly in her mouth and deep throated my dick a few strokes then leaned back on the bed and grabbed me by the hand. She pulled me down on top of her.



We readjusted and lay on our sides, facing each other. She was slowly stroking me while I massaged her inner walls. Our breathing increased as we kissed passionately. I wanted to taste her so bad. I was ready to make my move when she beat me to it. She slid down the bed and rolled me on my back. I spread my legs as she lay across my legs and began giving me a blowjob.



Her tongue and lips were skillful for such a young girl. I wondered how much experience she had gained already. My hips began to bounce of the bed. For several minutes she alternated methods, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm.



“Ohhhh that feels so good. I am going to come.”



“Give me your tasty sperm” she whispered.



She began bobbing quickly until she sent me into spasms. I was falling for this girls skills. She took all my sperm in her mouth and swallowed it. I lay on the bed exhausted. She rested beside me kissing my nipples until I regained my strength. I was ready to repay her.



I lay her on her back and began sucking on her breasts and licking her nipples. She played with my hair as my lips and tongue teased her body. After a few minutes she pressed down on my head.



I ran my tongue down the middle of her breasts, past her navel, over her mound and down her slit. She propped her legs up and spread them wide. I kissed the outside of her labia and felt wetness on my skin.



I could tell she was soaking wet already. I spent a long time alternating between licking her inner walls and teasing her clit with my tongue while sliding my finger in and out of her honey pot.



Her moans made me want to please her forever. I loved hearing the sounds of her joy. I increased the pace of my thrusts inside her as I began to quickly lap her clitoris and inner walls. Her hips were dancing all over the bed. My right hand rubbed her mound and helped to keep her hips towards the bed as I drove her mad with pleasure.



“Enough teasing.” she moaned. “Please don’t stop. Ohhh! Don’t stop!”



Her walls were crushing my two fingers as they slid in and out of her. My face was buried in a pool of her delicious juices. The heat radiating off her body could have cooked an egg.



Her body glistened with sexual desire. There is nothing like watching the skillful dance of a woman on the verge of an orgasm.



I felt my dick grow back to life as it pressed against the bed. My fingers locked deep inside her as her hips thrust up, pushing my face away. Her body shuddered like an earthquake before collapsing and melting into the bed. She continued to coo for minutes after her initial orgasm.



I continued to slowly slide my fingers in and out of her while lapping up her juices and kissing her pussy until it was safe to push her over the edge once more.



It took but minutes for her to experience what I believed to be her first multiple orgasm. She gasped for breath over and over, moaning and groaning in between gasps as my tongue pleased her.



After her second orgasm I moved up her body and slid my dick inside her pussy. Her hips bucked against me upon entry. I kissed her sweaty breasts on my way up. God had sent me an angel named Chelsey.



I slowly began to rock my hips against her body which lay exhausted on the bed. Her breathing was heavy and short. Her moans long and loud. I lay my head next to her’s as I continued thrusting my dick inside her hot, slick walls.



“I don’t think I can take anymore.” she exclaimed. “I can’t breathe.”



I slowed down my pace and gave her a chance to breathe momentarily.



“God it feels so good inside of me. Can’t it just live here.” she asked.



We both laughed. I kissed her and asked, “Are you ready now.”



“I don’t know.” she replied before thrusting her hip up, lifting mine off the bed.



A few strokes and our hips found a rhythm. Our bodies danced in the dark. Our lips meshed. Our hips clashed. Our chests melted together. The world seemed to melt into a pool of pure pleasure.

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