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JAY

About four years ago, my sister was 34, ten years older than me. She and her husband have a daughter, my niece Candice, generally called Candy. Candy was sixteen and still in school at this particular time. I had watched Candy grow from a gangly, self-centred little kid who, when my sister visited our house, would follow me around all the time as if permanently stuck one pace behind me, wanting to know the answer to every question in the world, to a devastatingly beautiful young girl who complained incessantly that she was either too small, too thin or some other such thing that she was dissatisfied with about her body or looks, but believe me, she was, and is, perfect.

She is certainly small, a little less than 5ft, slim with small breasts and the sort of legs that a man would give up his right hand to be able to bury his face between. Her smallness is part of her attraction. She is like a beautiful, fragile doll with a flawless, pale, translucent complexion. She seems to give the impression that she would break in your arms if you were not careful, she has dirty blonde, tousled hair which falls untidily around her shoulders to frame a gorgeous face and pale blue eyes.

Whenever I would call in at my sister’s place I would feel uncomfortable. She had a way of exuding an air of playful innocence, such as throwing herself back on the sofa, seemingly unaware of the way her skirt would ride up over her legs, exposing her smooth thighs and allowing a glimpse of her black, almost transparent briefs, or throwing her arms up around my neck and giving me an affectionate, brotherly kiss on the lips when I arrived, all very well, but in doing so, because she was so small, she would invariably hoist herself up and wrap her legs around my hips so that I had to put my arms around her, my hand cupping her tight butt to support her.

I knew it was all very innocent when she locked her legs behind me, pulling my groin hard against her open thighs. Usually that sort of greeting was usually very brief, nevertheless, I could feel myself beginning to respond to the warmth of her thighs against the front of my jeans, causing me to have to stick my hand in my pocket for a couple of minutes thereafter to prevent the after effect becoming obvious.

CANDY

There was nothing innocent about it at all. I had wanted Jay for almost as long as I had become sexually aware. I knew the effect I had on him each time I greeted him and took the opportunity to expose as much of my body as I possibly could without being too blatant. I might have been young, but I wasn’t naïve. I may have lacked experience of practical sex, but I had learned enough from the porno’ magazines and movies that mum and dad believe they had well hidden in their bedroom. No. I wasn’t innocent; I had made my mind up long ago that I was eventually going to get Jay to fuck the life out of me as soon as the opportunity arose.

Jay

I had my own flat about 10 kilometres from my sister’s house which stood on two hectares of land just out of town in a rather remote area. One weekend, she and her husband were flying to Brisbane to attend a wedding. They didn’t want to leave Candy alone but Candy insisted that she would be ok, besides, she had to study for exams the following week so they let her stay on condition that she should ring me straight away if she had any problem.

I picked my sister and her husband up about 5pm on a Friday afternoon; Candy gave me her usual greeting.

“God!” I thought, “Someone is going to have to talk to this girl and tell her what that sort of effect that can have on a man.”

After making sure she had my mobile number handy, the three of us piled into the car and I drove them to the airport. On the way back home I picked up a pizza and a bottle of red.

When I arrived home I dumped the pizza and red on the table and went into the shower. It was hot, the humidity was rising and it seemed like a storm was on the way. When I dried off, I pulled a pair of loose shorts on, not bothering with underpants. I flopped on the sofa and ran through a few channels on the TV but there was nothing very interesting on. I thought about Candy and wondered if she really would be ok. That was a mistake. Once my thoughts touched on Candy, they seemed to get hooked. Her face hovered before me in my imagination. I could see her sweet, innocent smile contradicting with the anything but innocent look in her deep, blue eyes. I could see her small, firm breasts with her petite little nipples outlined against her tee-shirt, her exposed thighs and black briefs as she sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

I started to speculate about her boyfriend. I knew she had one because my sister, the ever protective mother told me about him recently and was worried that Candy was too young to be getting serious about boys. I started to wonder if she was having sex with him. Soon my imagination was running wild with visions of the two of them, naked, bodies locked together, thrusting, heaving… Fuck! I was hard. I tried to remind myself that she was my niece, and how much younger she was than me. No good, I just got harder. I was just about to slip my shorts down and get a firm grasp on the problem when my mobile rang. It was Candy, she sounded nervous.

CANDY

After Jay had left I decided it was now or never, it was the first time I had ever had the house to myself. My best friend Emma had wanted to come and stay with me for two nights while my parents were away but I had told her that I was going to try and get Jay to bone me while they were away and I would ring her later in the evening to tell her if anything had happened. Emma’s a great friend and she thought Jay was pretty cool too. Emma and I are really close, if you know what I mean, and she made me promise to tell her all about it if the plan came off.

JAY

There was a storm coming and the local TV station had just put out an electrical storm warning alert and she was scared in case it hit their place. I told her I would be there in twenty minutes. My erection subsided immediately as I grabbed a shirt and rushed to the door, picking up the bag with the pizza and red on the way out. As I drove out of town, I could see the dark, oily thunderheads with lightening flickering in their depths, coming in from the north. As I entered the long driveway to the house, the air was ominously still, the proverbial calm before the storm. Candy was waiting at the door.

CANDY

I was nervous, wracking my brain to find some excuse to get Jay over here when the storm warning came over the radio. Yes! I had my excuse. I dug out an old white school shirt and the smallest pair of white knickers I could find. I looked in the mirror when I had them on, they fitted so snug and tight, and I could see the outline of my smoo underneath them.

In case you’re curious, ‘smoo’ is a word invented by Emma. We discovered that all fashion models shaved their pubes, and, because we were convinced that were both going to be rich and famous fashion models one day, we decided it was the way to go, so, one day when I was sleeping over at her house, we shaved each other.

As usual, we were talking about sex and using all sorts of delicious, filthy words because it turns us on and she decided that we should call our vaginas ‘smoos’ because vagina sounded too proper, cunt, too common and pussy, too hairy, and, because we were now so smooth, ‘smoos’ they became. Of course we had to then formalise the re-naming by kissing each other’s ‘smoos’ with liberal amounts of tongue involved in the process.

Jay

She ran towards me. She was wearing a white short sleeved shirt buttoned at the front. It looked like an old school shirt which she had obviously grown out of as it only fell to her waist, she was barefoot and the only other thing she was wearing was a small pair of white briefs. I kept her at arm’s length by holding both my arms out, one hand carrying the pizza, the other the bottle of red.

“Sorry Jay. These storms scare the shit out of me.” she said apologetically.

“No problem,” I replied. “I’ve brought some tucker and we can eat while we sit the storm out.”

As she turned and I followed her back towards the door, my eyes were locked on her firm little butt, flexing beneath the fabric of her tight briefs as she walked. I cursed myself as I had to tuck the red under my arm to push my hand into my pocket. I should have taken the time to put some tight underpants on!

In the kitchen Candy started to cut the pizza up and told me to go sit in the lounge. I wandered in and sat on the sofa, watching the approaching storm through the large bay windows on the opposite wall until she skipped in and plonked the pizza box on my lap and the opened bottle of red on the coffee table in front of me, she took two glasses from the cabinet and leaned over the coffee table from the opposite side to pour the wine.

The top three buttons or so of her shirt were open, and when she leaned forward to pour I gasped audibly. She was wearing nothing under her shirt and, as the front of her shirt fell forward, I had an uninterrupted view of her perfect, small breasts and taut little nipples. She heard my intake of breath and looked up at me and saw the direction of my eyes.

“Ooops! Sorry.” she said as she stood up, but she made no attempt to button her shirt up.

It was fortunate that the pizza box was on my lap as I could feel myself becoming aroused. I tried frantically to will my cock not to react. Candy didn’t help matters by grabbing a slice of pizza and sitting cross legged at the other end of the sofa, oblivious to the fact that her open thighs and the front of her briefs were exposed to my full view. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I swear I could discern a slight impression of the cleft of her vagina against the front of them. She caught me looking again.

“Ooops! Sorry again. Didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable Jay.” she said, as she tried to pull the front of her shirt between her legs.

“Don’t be silly. I’m not uncomfortable.” I snapped back, a little too quickly. I tried to change the subject. I had seen some of her study material on the kitchen table when I came in.

CANDY

Of course I wanted him to feel uncomfortable. I wanted to make him feel horny. I know he is older and obviously more experienced than I am, but he really is a big, gorgeous softie who I knew I could wrap around my little finger and it was so exciting to tease him and so funny the way he held on to the pizza box on his lap like a shield to conceal what was starting to happen underneath it. I decided to deprive him of his shield, wicked little bitch that I am.

JAY

“What subject are you studying?” I asked.

“Biology.” she replied. “I have to write an essay on the reproductive habits of some strange bloody fish.” she continued.

“What’s, so strange about it?”

As I asked this, she unwound herself from the sofa and leaned forward to pour another wine, in one movement; she sat back down on the sofa, grabbed the pizza box off my lap and tossed it on the floor as she swung both her legs up and rested them on my lap. God! How embarrassing. My cock, in an early stage of erection was lying thick and heavily along the inside of my thigh and, as she placed her slim legs across me, the back of her left leg, just above her ankle, pressed down lightly against my cock which gave an involuntary lurch that she couldn’t fail to notice. Thankfully, she gave no indication that she had felt it and carried on with her explanation about the fish.

“Well. When they reproduce, the female lays her eggs under a rock, and then she sort of manoeuvres the male fish over the eggs,….”

I didn’t have a clue what she was saying. I could feel the heat and the weight of her leg across my lap. There was no alternative place to rest my right hand other than on her left leg, just above her ankle; the feel of her pale, silky flesh against the palm of my hand was overwhelmingly erotic. My eyes ran along the length of her slender legs and gorgeous thighs to rest again on the front of her briefs.

My mind was running amuck with thoughts of what it would be like to reach out to her, hook my fingers into the hem of her panties and slide them slowly down her legs. I was now approaching a full-blown hard-on; my cock was lurching and jerking in my shorts, and pressing against her leg as she continued.

“..then the female sort of jiggles herself up against the male and jerks him off until he comes all over the eggs and fertilises them. The poor female never gets fucked in her life and the best the male can ever expect is to be jerked off by a girl and come all over a rock.” Her words jolted me back into reality.

“I hope you don’t phrase it like that in your essay.” I said, “Besides, should you really be talking like that?”

CANDY

As soon as I swung my legs up on to his lap, I felt it, a warm, spongy, elongated bulge against the back of my leg. He muttered something about my biology project, but as I started talking about it I could feel his cock heaving and twitching under my calf. I could have been quoting Shakespeare for all he knew. His eyes had again travelled up my legs and were glued to the front of my panties. Fuck! His cock was getting harder by the second; it felt so huge and hot underneath my leg. I could feel a little pin-point of heat in the pit of my tummy starting to spread and send exciting little tendrils down between my legs.

JAY

“Aw come on Jay. We’re both adults aren’t we? We can talk about sex sensibly can’t we? I sometimes think that Rob is like that fish.” she said, referring to her boyfriend.

My erection was now so hard that it was hopeless to try and curtail it. To make matters worse, she was moving her left leg very slightly but rhythmically on my lap, pressing it down lightly to meet the upwards pressure of my turgid cock, although she still gave no indication that she was doing it intentionally.

“Why would he be like your fish?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

My hand, resting on her leg, had unconsciously slipped down and begun to slowly fondle and caress the curve of her small, bare foot. I had never realised how sensual the feel of a girl’s foot could feel against the hand.

“Because he always comes almost as soon as I touch him. He’s a waste of time when it comes to sex.”

I knew I shouldn’t be encouraging this conversation but I couldn’t help it. The thought of Candy’s slim fingers caressing Rob’s hard cock was turning me on beyond belief.

“So does that mean you’ve never er…?”

“Oh we managed it once, well, sort of,” she interrupted “..but it was frustrating. We were at his place last weekend while his parents were away. We got undressed and he was just about to put it in me but I wanted to feel it first and asked him to let me put it in. I stroked him for a while and was just about to put it in when he came all over my tummy. I was really pissed.”

“So he never managed to er… you know…?

“Fuck me.” she said with a giggle. “Not really. He got hard again a bit later but he was only inside me for about 30 seconds and he blew it again. After that I decided I get more satisfaction fingering myself.”

CANDY

It was true. I had been dating Rob for a while. We hadn’t got any further than some pretty heavy hand and finger work in his car. I would let him get his hand in my knickers to finger me while I stroked his cock through his jeans, but when it came to the crunch, it was a fucking disaster. It was probably my fault as much as his when he spoofed all over me; I probably got too carried away wanking him. When he tried again, he only managed to work it inside me about an inch before he started to groan and gasp.

“Sorry, sorry Candy.” over and over as he came again.

So much for losing my virginity! When I mentioned fingering myself I felt Jay’s cock lurch wildly again.

JAY

I had to stop this conversation before my commonsense was overwhelmed by the almost irresistible urge to do something stupid.

“Candy. I think this is probably a bit too much information.”

“Why?” she grinned cheekily. “Because I said I liked fingering myself?”

“Yes. I don’t think we should…”

“What?” she chipped in again, “Not talk about it. Everyone does it, don’t they? You do it don’t you Jay? By the feel of this, I’ll bet you have to do it when you get home.”

As she said this, she raised the knee of her leg which was across my pulsating cock. As she lifted it, my hard-on pushed out against the front of my loose shorts and she placed her foot gently on top of it curling her toes around the hard, swollen head.

“Candy!” I exclaimed as I grabbed her ankle, but I couldn’t bring myself to lift her foot away.

“Oooh!” she said, smiling mischeviously, “You’re ever so hard and big Jay.”

As she said this, she placed her other foot in my lap and clasped the bulge of my erection between her small feet and started to manipulate my shaft by wriggling her toes.

Both my hands were now clasping each of her feet, but against my will, instead of lifting them off me, I was doing just the opposite and gently squeezing them together, sandwiching the length of my erection between her feet. My head fell against the back of the sofa as I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I had to do something. The heat from her feet was permeating through my shorts and enveloping my shaft. She carried on talking slowly, huskily.

“You will do it to yourself when you get home, won’t you Jay? Will you be thinking about me when you do it Jay? Will you be thinking about me when you come? Will you come hard and wonder what it would be like to come inside me Jay?”

She started to move her small feet up and down against me, masturbating me slowly with her feet. I just surrendered myself to her, making no attempt to stop what she was doing. I opened my eyes and looked at her; her legs were parted as she wanked me. I was mesmerised by the way the small tendon on the inside of her groin would flex prominently, the upper part of it lifting the hem of her briefs slightly where they covered her vagina. I said nothing, and she carried on talking.

“I will be thinking of you Jay. As soon as you have gone I’ll be fingering myself and thinking of you, wishing that it was your fingers doing it to me, wishing it was you inside me; making me come and feeling you come inside me. Do you want to watch me Jay? Do you want to watch how I do it?”

As she said this, she slipped the fingers of her right hand down the front of her briefs and I could see the outline of her middle finger under the fabric of her knickers moving slowly up and down along the cleft of her vagina.

“Candy please. You shouldn’t.” I gasped loudly as I roughly lifted her feet from my cock.

I had no alternative; the movement of her feet had brought me dangerously close to shooting my load in my shorts. She pulled her hand out of her pants, drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. There was a hurt expression on her face as tears started to well in her eyes.

CANDY

It was obvious from the way his cock was twitching and jerking that the thought of me fingering myself gave him a huge buzz. I asked him if he masturbated. I moved my feet in his lap and curled the toes of both my feet around his rampant cock which had sprung up like a huge tent pole in his shorts as soon as I removed the weight of my leg from his lap. When he grabbed my feet with both hands I thought he was going to stop me, but he just pressed my feet closer together against his stiff rod and helped to work them along his cock. Christ! It felt so enormous and incredibly hard, even in his shorts I could tell that it was as long as my small feet.

Jay was groaning deep in his throat and his eyes were closed as I continued masturbating him. I told him to look at me. As he opened his eyes I slipped my hand down the front of my knickers and started to finger my smoo. Oh! It felt so good. I knew Jay liked what I was doing to him, and I knew it was really getting him going watching me finger myself, he wasn’t resisting, he had abandoned himself to what my feet were doing and his hands were urging my feet to work faster on his cock as he watched me finger my smoo.

It was only a matter of time and we would be naked, touching, kissing and fucking, so I was surprised when he suddenly pulled my feet away. I thought he had suddenly come to his senses and was going to resist the temptation to fuck his little niece.

JAY

“I’m sorry Candy, I couldn’t handle that much longer.”

“No. It’s my fault. I wanted us to do it together. I’ve always thought about you doing it to me, now you just think I’m stupid and a slut.” she said as she wiped a tear away from her cheek with the back of her hand.

“No Candy. I don’t think you are stupid and certainly not a slut. I think you are a very beautiful, sexy, irresistible girl, but I had to stop you because I was close to having an embarrassing accident like your boyfriend.”

“Really!” she said, her face brightening into a smile. “Was I nearly making you come?”

CANDY

When I heard those words, I loved him. He called me beautiful, sexy and irresistible. To think that I had almost made him ejaculate sent me over the moon. He must have to fuck now. He must want to put it in me. He must know I want him to do it.

JAY

Later, I tried to tell myself that what happened next was because I felt sorry for her, but the truth was, I couldn’t have stopped myself, I had to have her. The beautiful little vixen had turned me on beyond belief.

I didn’t reply for a minute. She was sitting to my left, bunched up at the end of the sofa with her arms around her legs. Still sitting, I reached out to her and took both of her hands in mine.

“Come here.” I said, raising her on to her knees.

She shuffled closer to me on her knees, a quizzical expression on her face. When she was close to me, I put my hands on either side of her waist, underneath her shirt and lifted her towards me until she was kneeling across my lap facing me. She felt as light as a feather as I lifted her and she was so small, my hands almost circled the circumference of her slim waist. As I lowered her on to me, I slouched backwards a little on the seat, my rigid cock trying its hardest to stand vertical within the confines of my shorts as I lowered Candy’s crotch directly on to my rock-hard bone.

Her hands were resting on my shoulders and mine had slipped down her waist to rest on the top of her smooth thighs, my thumbs touching the front of her briefs. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped as she felt my hard-on pressing up against her cunt.

CANDY

Jay lifted me on to him as if I was as light as a feather. Until now I had only hoped, but it was at this moment, when I felt the hard, urgent pressure of his battering ram pressing against the lips of my smoo that I realised it really was going to happen. The feel of his cock, and his hands hot against my naked flesh for the first time turned my whole body to water.

JAY

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked as I looked into her eyes.

In answer she just lowered her lips to mine and crushed them on to me. She squirmed her hips around in my lap and I responded by gripping her thighs and forcing my pelvis up between her legs, grinding my cock hard against her cunt as our tongues probed and twisted like two slippery snakes performing a love dance.

I lifted my hands to her shoulders and pushed her gently away until our lips parted and she was kneeling upright astride me.

“Take your shirt off Candy.” I whispered.

Her hands moved to the buttons but they were trembling as she fumbled with them. I helped her. One by one until they were all loose and I slipped it off her shoulders to expose her breasts; they were so small, pale, firm and perfect. I covered them both with my hands; her skin was smooth, silky and flawless.

She reached forward and started to unbutton my shirt. I moved my hands reluctantly from her breasts and leaned forward as she slipped it off my shoulders. Our hips had been humping and grinding continuously as she said.

“Are we going to do it Jay? Are you going to fuck me?

“Only if you tell me you really want it Candy. I have to be sure.” I teased

“Yes Jay. I want it. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me.” she giggled

“Should a young girl like you be using such language?” I teased further.

“What words do you want me to use? Make love, have intercourse, be intimate?” she quipped playfully.

I leaned forward and kissed each of her hard little nipples as she said this, flicking my tongue across them, making her groan with pleasure as she clasped her hands around my head, pulling my lips harder against her nipples.

“Of course not.” I said. “I want to hear you use whatever language you use in your imagination when you are fingering yourself and thinking about your boyfriend.”

She obviously liked this sort of talk and started to treat it like a game. She leaned forward and pressed her small breasts against my chest. Between little kisses along my neck she whispered in my ear.

“Tell me where you want to put your cock Jay.”

“Inside you Candy.”

“Where inside me?”

“I want to slip it into your sweet little cunt Candy.”

“Mmmm.” she murmured. “How far are you going to put it in me Jay?”

“All the way Candy.” I grasped her hips and thrust mine upwards hard against her as I said this.

“Ooooh! All the way to your balls Jay.”

“Are you going to come inside me Jay? she whispered, her voice sounding strangely strained.

“Am I allowed to Candy?”

“Oh Fuck! Yes. I want you to shoot your cum inside me lots of times.”

This talk was exciting me as much as it was Candy.

“Can we do it now Jay? Please. I want us to do it now.”

“There’s something I want you to do first Candy.”

“What. Tell me. I’ll do anything.”

CANDY

Never in my wildest imagination did I think it would be like this. As he touched my tits and kissed my nipples, I was pushing myself so hard down on his cock, it’s a wonder I didn’t break it. He got me to tell him what I wanted him to do and how I wanted him to come in me and we were talking like, you know, real horny, saying stuff and using words that I wouldn’t dare to use with anyone else but Emma. It obviously excited Jay as much as me talking like that, telling me where he was going to put his cock and how far he was going to put it in me. It was as if I could picture it all happening before we even did it.

JAY

I told her to stand up which she did. At the same time, I slid off the sofa and knelt before her, she was so small, and my face was on a level midway between her breasts and her navel. I put my lips to her body, slipped my hands down either side of her briefs and peeled them slowly over her thighs and down to her ankles. I leaned back as she stepped out of them and my breath caught in my throat.

She was smooth, not a trace of pubic hair to obscure the cleavage of her vagina. I wasn’t expecting someone so young to keep themselves smooth. She was a vision. I thought her the most beautiful, erotic thing I had seen in my life. I leaned forward again and placed my lips on her navel, flicking my tongue lightly in and around it. She put her hand on my shoulders and sighed heavily. I moved my lips further down along her firm tummy, covering her smooth mound with light kisses as her breathing became more laboured.

I wanted to press my face between her thighs and slip my tongue between the soft lips of her slit but she was so small that I couldn’t get my head any lower. I extended my tongue and could only press the tip against the upper part of her cleft, but it was enough to bring a long ‘Aaaah!’ from the depths of her throat as she pressed her hips forward against my face.

Candy

When he pulled my knickers down he just looked at me in silence for a while, his eyes travelled all the way from my toes to my head and back down again. I have always felt a little self-conscious about my body; I am too thin with hardly any tits at all. As Jay held me with his hands on my waist, they almost completely encircled me, I was afraid he would be disappointed seeing me naked, but he told me that I was beautiful and my body was perfect.

When he put his lips on my tummy it was like an electric shock, followed by a beautiful tingle as he moved his lips down further and kissed my smooth mound. Then he did it! He flicked his tongue out and slipped it just between the lips of my smoo. Ooooh Fuck! I grabbed his shoulders and pushed myself hard into his face, I wanted him to put it in further, but he couldn’t get his head down far enough, but for a couple of brief seconds, the tip of his tongue brushed against my clitty. It was enough nearly send me off the planet. Only Emma has ever done that with me before and it feels so fucking awesome.

JAY

I stood up and took her face between my hands, kissed her and told her how incredibly beautiful she was. As I kissed her I felt her hook her thumbs into the waist band of my shorts. She lowered herself to her knees to pull them down, but my cock was a solid, horizontal pole and she had difficulty trying to get the waist band over it. She stretched the band out with one hand and thrust her other hand down the top of my shorts and grasped the swollen head. The touch of her hand on my cock sent a tremor through my whole body.

“Oh Jay. Oh Fuck Jay!” she gasped as I stepped out of my shorts and looked down.

Her small fist was wrapped around my rigid shaft just below the head. I have never considered myself to be more than a bit above average size but her hand and slim fingers seemed so delicate and small around my cock that it seemed to exaggerate the size and thickness of my hard-on. Candy seemed mesmerised. Her jaw had dropped and she stroked her fingertips along the whole length of my erection making it pulse and jerk uncontrollably.

“I didn’t realise it was so big, so thick.” she exclaimed.

CANDY

I wanted to see it and feel it in my hand. It was a bit of a giggle getting his shorts down, the elastic waist band wouldn’t stretch wide enough to get it over the top of his cock. As soon as I put my hand inside them and took hold of it I was astounded to feel how huge he was, and when I eventually worked his shorts off, it stood out firmly in front of him, angling slightly upwards and I couldn’t restrain a gasp. It hit me all of a sudden that this was what he was going to fuck me with; I was going to feel this solid length of muscle and sinew inside me.

I held my hand around it gently at first, amazed that something so hard and solid could feel so beautifully smooth and silky to the touch. I traced my fingers around the prominent ridge and thought to myself that it looked like a menacing warhead at the end of a beautiful, sleek missile. What would it feel like as it plunged into its target and exploded? I stroked my fingers along the whole length; awed by the way it moved and jerked of its own accord. I touched his balls, running my fingertips around his tight sack and tried to imagine what that explosion would be like when it happened.

I felt along the underside of his cock, how it felt softer than the solid muscle on top and I tried to visualise the ultimate climax, the charge igniting in his balls, little muscles contracting sharply somewhere deep inside them and projecting hot flushes of cum to sluice along the inside of his cock and eject in forceful spurts from the little aperture at the tip of his warhead which I was now feeling with the end of my index finger. I mused with an inward giggle what collateral damage this missile might cause when it exploded and pictured myself being blown off the end of Jay’s cock on a fountain of cum into the ceiling fan!

JAY

I felt a moment of panic. I wasn’t sure if she was a virgin. She had said that her boyfriend managed 30 seconds inside her before he came. Fuck! He probably didn’t even get all the way inside her before he blew it. The feel of her slim fingers fluttering back and forth along my cock was sending unbelievably erotic vibrations which resonated through my groin, and as she placed the end of her index finger on the tip, and moved it in little circles around the head of my cock it started to jerk and throb spasmodically as I felt the pressure in my balls becoming increasingly tighter. As I looked down at her she resembled a cute, fragile little fairy, working her magic on my erection.

I was on dangerous ground, losing my self-control. Just looking at her caressing me and working her magic, was such a visual turn-on that I was approaching the point where restraint would be impossible. The last thing I wanted to do was to shoot a string of semen into her flaxen hair. I wanted to stay in control, prolong each sensation as long as possible for both of us.

Until that moment I had thought of Candy as just a beautiful, sexually curious young girl, and myself as a weak willed horny bastard that would take advantage of her, satisfy her curiosity by fucking her once and then regret it and be full of remorse when it was over. But as I reached down, took her hands and helped her to her feet before she made me come, I realised, as I looked at her, that I wanted to make love with her slowly, gently and in such a way that my cute and delicate little fairy would want to continue exploring her sexuality with me time and time again.

I kneeled down in front of her on the carpet and pulled two large cushions from the sofa. The carpet was rich and soft as I lay her back on one of the cushions. Lying prone on her back, her left leg flat on the carpet, her right knee raised and her thighs slightly open, revealing the delicate, smooth cleft of the lips of her sweet cunt, she was a vision.

Her small breasts were pulled tight across her chest as I lay down facing her on her left, supporting myself on my right elbow, my face above hers, my right hand resting lightly on her left breast and my thick, solid hard-on laying heavily across her tummy, almost spanning the whole width of her torso. She was biting her bottom lip as if in anticipation.

“Are you sure you want to do this Candy?” I asked as I leaned over her.

“Yes Jay. Oh Yes. But I didn’t know I would be this nervous. I’m scared that you won’t like fucking me.”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that so I just lowered my lips on to hers and moved my hand from her breast and slipped it between her thighs. She groaned into my mouth as she dropped her raised knee sideways onto the carpet, spreading her thighs wide as the tip of my middle finger touched lightly against the incredibly soft, sensitive outer lips of her slit.

Her right hand grasped my erection as I moved the tip of my finger back and forth along the lips of her sweet cunt. Her lips were smooth, silky and moist under my finger and she was jerking her hips upwards against my hand as she tightened the grip of her small fist around my cock and started to wank me urgently.

I ran my finger to the top of her cleavage and increased the pressure slightly at my fingertip, feeling her lips part as my finger slipped half-way in to her warm, moist sheath to manipulate her clit’ gently. I took my lips from hers, we were both gasping.

“More Jay, more, more, please Jay.” she groaned as she continued to jerk me harder.

In one slow movement, I slipped my finger inside her all the way, so hot, so smooth and so incredibly fucking tight. I worked my finger slowly in and out, pressing the inside of my finger firmly against her pelvic bone so that it slipped back and forth against her prominent little clit’. Her hand working frantically on my cock was pushing me towards the edge. I had to stop her. I slipped my finger out of her cunt and grasped her wrist.

“Candy. Slowly, slowly. I’m nearly coming.”

CANDY

When Jay put me down on the floor and lay at the side of me, his gorgeous cock felt like a huge, hot, heavy log resting across my tummy, and then he started to kiss and finger me slowly and lovingly. It was heavenly, divine. Shit! That sounds insipid, but I just don’t know any words to describe how it felt. Rob’s attempts were pretty unfeeling and sometimes fucking annoying. When Emma and I do it to each other it’s great fun and we can make each other come, but with Jay it couldn’t be called fun, it was, I don’t know, sublime.

He started of very gently tracing the lips of my smoo with his fingertip, the sensations rippling through my body were too intense for me to speak but Jay kept telling me how smooth and soft and moist I felt. All I could do was groan and grasp his cock, pulling and jerking it erratically as my body trembled uncontrollably each time he slipped the tip inside me to manipulate my clitty with his fingertip. I urged him to put it right inside me as I jerked him harder, but he didn’t at first, I think he was just teasing me until I begged him to do it. God! I must have been so wet, because he suddenly eased his middle finger in one slow movement up inside me to his knuckle.

I love to feel Emma’s finger in me but she has small, slim fingers like mine. Jay’s finger felt like a stiff cock as he worked it slowly in and out. Although it was only his finger, my cunt felt tight around it, but I was definitely wet and slippery because he slipped in and out deliciously and it didn’t hurt one bit, in fact I was now going off my brain, pulling his cock faster and humping my hips against his finger, trying to get his finger further inside me.

He said he was almost coming and slipped his finger out of me to grab my wrist to stop me jerking him. I could feel my own wetness on his finger as he pulled my hand away. I was desperate, I wanted to come, but Jay calmed me down by kissing me, and telling me to slow down.

JAY

“Put it in Jay. Put it in me. Make me come with you.” she gasped breathlessly.

I rolled over on my back and pulled her on top of me. I didn’t want to fuck her on her back as I didn’t trust myself not to thrust into her too hard and perhaps hurt her. She knelt across my upper thighs, her warm, soft cunt lips pressing against my balls and my cock standing rigid against her tummy.

She took my shaft in both of her hands as she smiled down at me and I felt another moment of panic. Her hands looked so tiny; one fist was wrapped around the base, the other gently stroking and teasing the firm head, and from the position I was looking, the length of my cock seemed to extend vertically higher than her navel and I doubted that I would be able to sink into her fully. Candy was obviously thinking the same thing.

“Will it hurt me a little bit Jay?” she asked nervously.

“Just come on to me slowly Candy.” I said as I placed my hands on her waist to pull her forward. “Stop if it hurts too much.”

She came forward on her knees as I supported her waist, but she wasn’t tall enough to surmount my cock while she remained on her knees. She put her left palm on my chest for balance and raised herself into a semi squatting position over my cock. Still grasping my shaft with her right hand she lowered herself down until the tip of my cock touched her soft lips.

Holy Fuck! What a mega sensation as I felt those moist, warm lips touch the sensitive tip of my cock. She was holding my cock with just her fingertips below the flange of my swollen head and moved the head of my cock, running the tip slowly back and forth along her slit until it was slipping and sliding sensually in the lubrication from both of us.

God! How was I going to hold back? I was gritting my teeth, praying that I could resist ejecting a fountain of cum all over the inside of her thighs. We were both looking down between our bodies, overawed by the visual spectacle of our two bodies coming together. Candy was breathing hard and fast but suddenly held her breath as she lowered her body a little further. We could both see, as if in slow motion, the way my thick head slowly parted the lips of her vagina and the way they closed again around the rim as the end of my cock slipped inside her.

“Oh Jay! You’re inside me darling. Ooooh! It feels so fucking wicked.”

CANDY

When Jay rolled on to his back, his cock looked even larger and longer as it stood rigid and vertical, the ballistic missile, simmering on its launch pad, ready to penetrate its target. I started to feel a little afraid. I had wanted Jay so much and encouraged him, but now, looking at his enormous erection, both of my hands wrapped around it, I was so afraid of disappointing him by being too small to take all of him inside me, but Jay was wonderful and patient, he said he wanted me to be on top so that I could stop if anything hurt me, but then we hit a problem. I was sitting astride the top of his thighs holding his cock, but when I knelt upright, I was too small for Jay to get his cock positioned underneath me, between my thighs.

Jay told me to hold it and put it in while he put both of his hands around my waist, supporting the weight of my body as I placed a hand on his chest, took the swollen head of his cock in my other hand and worked it between my thighs so that it nudged against the lips of my smoo. Yes, yes, so hot, firm and sensual it felt as the lips of my smoo gently kissed the tip and played around the head, spreading the luscious, clear, warm slippery fluid that I had noticed seeping from his cock as I positioned it between my thighs.

Leaning forward over Jay’s chest and looking down between our bodies I could see the way the head of his cock glistened as I worked it against my slit, spreading the slippery lubricant sensuously around his warhead with my soft lips, then, slowly, very slowly and hesitantly I lowered my hips slightly and held my breath as I watched my lips open to envelope the thick head and its firm ridge.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, Yea! Oh Fucking Yes! Jay was in me! He was inside me! We were fucking! I love him!..

JAY

I hadn’t expected to slip in so easily. It took me by surprise and the sensation was awesome as she moved her hips slowly up and down, slipping the head of my cock freely in and out of her as she guided it with her fingers. Sliding it back inside her she let go of my cock and placed both hands on my chest as we looked each other directly in the eyes. Her eyes had sort of glazed over and she looked almost as if she were in a trance.

“How does it feel Jay? she gasped earnestly. “What’s it feel like inside me darling?

She had started to move her hips, alternating between a slow rotation and a backwards and forwards movement as she eased my cock slowly deeper. I was almost halfway inside her and she could now support her own weight on her knees. I was resisting the urge to thrust upwards to bury my shaft deeper, instead, I just let her work my cock in with the motion of her own body, also, I knew that if I started to thrust inside her I would come within seconds.

“It feels indescribable Candy. You have the sweetest, tightest, most perfect little cunt. It feels like a soft, tight velvet glove wrapped around my cock. Is it hurting?”

“No. I just feel full. I just feel…Oooo! Jay.” she exclaimed as our pelvic bones met.

We were there. I was inside her to my balls. Her sheath was enclosing me so tightly I could feel the small rippling muscles inside her. She knelt upright, resting the full weight of her body on top of me while she continued working herTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.