Our eyes locked as I began to slowly, lovingly live webcam chat her. She was very wet, but very tight I stopped constantly to let her adjust to the fit. Her eyes would flutter as each inch entered and I could see the excitement with fear on her face. I felt my cock break through her hymen and felt her flinch. I kissed her gently and asked her if she was OK. She nodded yes and I slid in all the way whereupon she let a young squeal. I was in something magical; yet flexible, wet yet slippery, warm but actually hot. I waited for a few seconds and then slowly withdrew halfway, paused and then entered fully again, my balls resting against the cheeks of her ass. She placed her hands on my and pulled me tighter into her. Thus the a slow repeat of in and out, my cock sliding effortlessly in a steady rhythm, her hands clutching my ass tighter, and pelvis rising up to meet my every thrust. The sounds of filled the room, rapid breathing, moans, squeals, and balls slapping on ass. We continued like this until I could feel my beginning to boil and I told her to cum with She increased her tempo and her fingernails, although short, began to dig into my ass. Gasping, she began that low growl that told me orgasm was building. I moved into her now as rapidly as I could so we could reach the moment of intimacy, which is coming together. In a final gasp, growl and shudder she began, as did I. Locked in a primitive frozen in position, every muscle we came in unison. My grunts almost drown out her growl as I pumped my deep into her pussy. I thought my orgasm would go on forever. Her orgasm continue beyond mine and left her exhausted, limp, and in a heavy dew of I remained inside her until I was soft. I held her as close to me as I could; our arms wound tightly each other. I kissed her entire licked her ears, and nuzzled her neck until my cock slid from her. I rolled her and lay on my back next to her, holding her hand, raising it to my lips and kissing it. We faced other from this position. Our eyes locked. I asked her if she was all right. She answered by kissing and saying. “Perfectly.” She was now a woman, a woman who had lovemaking, not young sex. She was a woman whose bed I would share time and again, and she mine. We lay side-by-side until the false dawn that I should leave. She turned on her right side and watched me as I got dressed. pulled the sheet up to her neck and kissed her goodbye. Back out the window I went. As I pulled the window down I gazed her one more time, a beautiful princess, her red hair on the pillow, skin glowing, and a smile on her face. I smiled at her and departed, past the oak tree and the street to my car. My legs were trembling from exhaustion. had a smile on my face. I knew in my mind that one day it would end. That we would never marry. After I was her teacher and she was my student. She had wanted to experience true lovemaking, to learn the of lovemaking from someone that knew all that she didn’t. I taught her all that I knew from the basics the most advanced techniques. As I taught her how a man should please her, I also taught her how she should please a man, that between lovers nothing taboo. What has delighted me to this day is the orgasm we shared that first time, first time. It continues and goes on forever in my memory. And every time think of that night I smile. And those around me wonder what I’ve been up to.Stephanie was a volunteer care person, who gave a few hours of her time every week to bring a young joy into other peoples lives. Today, she was visiting a patient seen many times over the last two months, and who wasn’t expected live much longer. Her complaint was liver cancer, and although the Doctor’s had done everything could, it was too far-gone save her. All they could do was take away the pain, and make her last hours on this earth a young more Stephanie always read to her, from her favourite Author ‘Agatha Christie’ and liked to discuss the books at the end. On this day Stephanie was about to lose her first patient, because as she read, the monitors kicked in to let staff know Mrs Carter was having a cardiac arrest. Stephanie stepped out of the as the hospital staff went into action, but it was no good, and she was declared dead at 12.15pm on third of the month 2004. The tears welled up in Stephanie’s eyes, never seen or had anyone die that she was close to. A nurse comforted her as she walked out of the ward, and another tear fell down her cheek. It had occurred to her that Mrs Carter had no one to mourn her and she felt that that was a very sad thing. On her way out, one of the Doctors’s her, and intercepted her before leaving. “Hi Stephanie, oh sorry, what’s wrong?” he said, noticing tears. “Mrs Carter just died, and it hit me than I thought it would,” she replied, wiping her tears for the fifth time. “Is there something I can do for you?” she added, the concern in his face. “I’m sorry to hear that Stephanie, perhaps this isn’t the time to discus it,” he said, resting his hand her shoulder to console all right, I’ll be fine. What is it Doctor?” “Well, I have another patient I’d like you to visit. He’s feeling rather down at the moment because he’s on chemotherapy, I thought your winning smile might perk him up a young,” he said. “Well, I’m available tomorrow, if you’d like me to come and him,” she replied “That’d be great, you’ll find him in the terminal and his name’s Terry Blake,” replied the Doctor. Stephanie made a note of it, and after saying her goodbyes, she left the hospital. The next day was miserable, as it rained from the moment she left her As promised though she headed straight for the hospital, and entered the terminal ward. Stopping a nurse that spotted, Stephanie asked where she could find Terry Blake, was pointed in the right direction. The curtains were around his bed, and she popped her head around, to find a youngish man who didn’t look ill in the slightest. “Hi ya, I’m Stephanie, care worker. I’ve been asked to see if you’d like to talk to. If the answer to that is no, I quite understand, some people like their she said, looking him in the eye and noticing how handsome he was. “That would nice, as I don’t have any visitors to look forward to,” he replied, politely. Stephanie had been trained not to ask questions during a care meeting, and only talk about such things when the patient it up. So it was a number of weeks before Terry actually started to talk about his illness, and that he had a particular virulent form of leukaemia. The worst thing about it was that they didn’t even pretend there was cure for it. They just gave him a time scale for when he would die. Of they did try certain things like chemotherapy, but only because knew no other course of action. During the weeks that Stephanie to know Terry, she started to have feelings for him beyond friendship, but kept them to her self. He had enough without adding more, she thought as she came to see him one day for the fifteenth time. He was in a pretty good that day, and that he looked forward to her visits. The conversation also touched upon his sex life, or lack there of, for turned out he was still a virgin at thirty-six of age. Stephanie couldn’t help but ask, why he had left it so late. “I for the right person, I know that’s terribly old fashioned, but I wanted sex to mean something more than just a physical sensation,” he said, admirably. Stephanie was to like Terry more and more, but as the weeks went by his health declined, and he started to lose his hair. was getting to a point now where it was painful to see this proud and very likable man start wither. On her last but one visit, he confessed something to her that she’d suspected for weeks and that was that he’d fallen in love with her. When he told her, she couldn’t hold back tears, and tried to hide them instead. She confessed him at the end of that meeting that she had strong feelings for him, and that if things had been different she would’ve honoured to be a part of his life. That made him cry, and was something Stephanie didn’t want to see happen. That meeting was the moment Stephanie had come to a decision, one just knew was the right one, but one, which she help with. On her way out of the hospital that day, she sought out the Doctor who’d recommended her to this particular patient. She him taking a coffee break, and asked she could see him privately. He granted her wish, and pretty soon they were in his office. She him what she had planned, and that she needed the hospital to close a blind eye. also needed the Doctor to increase Terry’s pain killing dose for the particular day she had in mind. The listened quietly, and when Stephanie had finished explaining her plan, he shook her hand. “I wish there were more you,” he said, “and yes, you have my permission, make sure his meds are increased on that day,” replied the Doctor. Stephanie left soon afterwards, and was pleased that the Doctor She also had to get her self physically and mentally for the day ahead, for it was an important one for Terry. The next day came around so quickly, Stephanie felt nervous as she walked through the hospital corridors one last time. she reached the ward, the Doctor was there, and he was the nurses under no circumstances were they to bother Terry or Stephanie until Stephanie made an appearance. By he meant when the curtains were re-opened, after her visit. They understood instructions, and as Stephanie walked over to Terry’s bed the Doctor her a wink and a smile, and then went about his business. Stephanie said hi to Terry as she closed the curtains off, and he immediately noticed how she looked that day. Taking her coat off, he noticed how low top was, and how beautiful her long legs were. never wasted anytime though, for as he started to speak again, she leaned forward and kissed him. He wasn’t ready for it, and didn’t expect it, but he damn well enjoyed not talk today,” she said, taking off her blouse, and revealing voluptuous breasts. Terry was shocked, but he never said a word, instead he lay back watched as she took the rest off. Once naked, Stephanie pulled the covers and found he had a nice solid erection brought on by and ready for anything. They kissed again at that moment, and Terry felt her tongue touching own. He’d always imagined the perfect woman for him, to look and feel just like Stephanie, felt so excited to actually be kissing the woman he loved. Stephanie stroked his chest as they kissed, and allowed her hand to wander downwards his pubic As the kiss got more intense, her hand brushed through his pubic hair and gently touched his hard cock. He moaned quietly inside her mouth, as she gently stroked member the entire length. She then started to kiss his neck and chest, and continued to his belly button. Before could reach his hardened shaft however, Terry started to cum. She watched him tense up as his seed spurted onto her face and his stomach, proceeded to lick him clean, which made him cum again. She then placed his cock into her mouth, wouldn’t let him go until was sure he was going to stay hard. When she was, she got onto the bed, and sat astride his cock. Looking beneath self, she lowered and opened her live webcam chat lips onto his shaft, and moaned with excitement as the tip of his cock entered her wet vagina. For the first time in his life, he felt what it was like to make love to someone he loved, and for those precious moments he was alive. Stephanie rocked and forth, not having to worry as to whether not he liked rough or gentle, she just knew he liked what was happening. After ten minutes he started to cum again, and the tears ran down his face. Stephanie move from his cock, until she was sure he’d lost his erection. Climbing off him, she beside his hot body, and placed an arm over his chest. They never spoke, for was content to just breathe in her hair and wonderful perfume. she did move, she told him that she wouldn’t be coming again, for it was too hard to see a man she loved so much apart in front of her everyday. He understood, but still the ran down his face. As she got dressed and ready to leave, he simply said, be waiting.” Stephanie held her head up high as she left the hospital, but allowed the tears to flow. The saw her walk past, but left her alone. He admired her, and took great comfort the fact that people like her do exist, and can make a difference. The EndI received numerous comments on my stories and I want to thank everyone who has written. Some with words of praise, some with live webcam chat some just saying As with all previous stories, if I get enough positive votes and feedback from readers, I will write an additional chapter or three. you haven't read my other works, just click on my name above for the full * * * * * As her gray and white sweater rose above her head, my hands reached for the bra that held the breasts wanted for so long. Debbie's 22-year-old head popped out from behind the cashmere smiled at me. 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Its crowning jewel was a magnificent of the Pacific Ocean from my office and the conference room as well as decent views from some the other offices. But now the site of her breasts made me forget the ocean view for the first time ever. skin was a medium tan, soft and smooth. She edged herself closer to me sitting there in my big leather chair. Her smile was young crooked, the way she her lips was tentative, as if she'd never actually seduced a man before. But that couldn't be true. She'd been dating my buddy Grif years and there was no way that he wasn't taking her every way night possible. He had to be. Now and then when they boys were drinking without him we'd consider whether he could be gay, but they were dating weren't they? Each her breasts was a slightly different size, shape, and each nipple pointed out differently than the other one. Not Marty Feldman's different, but they didn't point forward like you might expect them to. Each breast was beautiful, but different. It was if she was half of two different lovely breasted women. The breasts were very close in size, heft shape, but different. As her skirt dropped onto the floor I could see how moist the front her white cotton panties with the young cherries My index finger reached out and lightly traced the moist lips through the material. She drew in a sharp breath as my finger pressed into the area directly over her clit, then stayed as another finger started moving up and down over those lips. She an ass cheek on the edge of my desk, leaning back onto the Mahogany and closing her eyes as my fingers rubbed her clit, then reached around and pulled panties down, exposing her musky garden. The air sprang to with her muskiness, my fingers were drenched. I pulled her legs, one over each shoulder, and worked my chair under her seat the edge of the desk. 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When I vacationed in or the Caribbean it wasn't weird to hook up with a younger girl, in fact they seemed expect it. But in he States things didn't work like that. She was naïve in many ways, and I just didn't see myself dating her. Fucking her in my dreams, yes. There were when she'd wear something in the office that would generate strong wood all day long for me, sometimes forcing me to leave the office and drive around until the blood left my cock.
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