The Awakening

I’m lost for several minutes with my attention focused both on what he’s doing at my ass entrance and my attempts to accommodate and suck on his cock. How long has this gone on? How much longer? How much arousing pleasure can I get? Can I give?

He turns me on my belly along the couch, with him sitting beside my waist. I don’t know where they’ve come from, but there is a string of attached condom packets on the coffee table and a bottle of what I assume is lubricant. I’m still trying to regularize my breathing, but I just can’t bring it under control.

I watch him in fascination as he opens a packet, extracts a condom, and rolls it on his cock. “Yes, going to do you real good. Fuck you to heaven. Beautiful young body,” Mr. Crabtree is muttering as he slathers lubricant on his sheathed cock.

This isn’t helping to regularize my breathing.

He’s going to fuck me. With that huge cock. “Jump up and run!” I hear the voice of my Grandma. “It’s not too late!”