The Candy Shop

And still I didn’t go soft. I had dreamed of this for years. I had been building toward this almost forever. The mere thought of Dwight fucking me kept me hard.

Dwight was covering me close from behind with me on his knees on the red satin sheets and the underside of Dwight’s hard cock stroking up and down in my butt crease, rubbing across the puckered hole Dwight had already opened and slathered with his tongue.

The moment of deflowering had come, but I gave a little laugh and turned underneath Dwight and scooted down across the sheets until my mouth found Dwight’s big, thick, hard cock. And I opened my mouth and brought my lips over Dwight’s cock and sucked him inside.

Dwight, taken completely by surprised, groaned and then moaned and then sighed as I palmed his butt cheeks and started Dwight’s hips in a languid face-fucking motion. Dwight soon took up the motion himself, slowly fucking his cock in and out of my open mouth. It wasn’t long before he started to shudder, though, and reaching down and grabbing me by the waist, dragged me back up the bed until our pelvises were in parallel.

I gave a little laugh and spread my legs, and Dwight, trembling from the effort not to spill his seed carelessly, moved his bulb to my puckered hole as I raised my hips to meet him.

The momentous occasion was too much for Dwight, though. He barely had his bulb inside my opening, with me arching my back and crying out at the hugeness of the bulb inside my virginal rim, than Dwight shuddered and came in great globs of come at my entrance.