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A matter of perspective

... had reached down to her breasts. Her nipples were soon fully erect and she breathed raggedly as he rubbed them roughly through her dress and bra. Jack could tell from her manner that despite her normal reserve, she was starting to give in to her lust, lust that he had kindled! She might be a good girl in her daily life, but clearly she had sexual thoughts and, if treated gently and tenderly, could be drawn out into expressing them. With a fear of startling her with the force of his own lust, he gently caressed her left breast as his left hand caressed her hip and side. He reached around to unzip her dress in the back and stood up slightly at the same moment she reached up as if to push him away, and her hand landed squarely on his throbbing cock. She looked up at him as he froze, and his heart leapt for joy when she didn’t pull away. She ran her fingertips along the bulge in his pants and squeezed as he pulled down her zipper. Her dress opened around the collar and she let him pull it down to her waist; once it was down she grasped his cock again firmly and began stroking. Soon she had unzipped him and he had undone her bra. It fell away to show him her small, firm breasts and pink erect nipples, and suddenly he overflowed. He held he shoulders as his first spurt hit her neck; she stared in awe as stream after stream of white fluid landed on her breasts and said, “My God.” Only after it was over did he realize how vigorously she had rubbed him; she had ridden the wave of his ...

... lust without trepidation or hesitation. He looked down to see her watching him with a slight pursing of the lips, ropes of cum on her breasts and neck and in the cups of her bra hanging by the straps at her elbows. He pulled out a handkerchief that he handed to her. “Thank you,” she said with a touch of playful pique as she wiped up. He sat down next to her and kissed her neck. She did not respond at first, but soon she returned his kisses and rubbed around his body. As he started sucking on her breasts, she sighed and caressed his cock; when his hand reached under the hem of her dress and up her thighs to her panties, she spread her thighs wide and leaned back so he could reach inside. Her pussy was drenched and flushed. She stood to remove her dress and laid it on the grounds. He pulled down her panties so he could see her trimmed thick dark bush and inner lips open and dripping. He pushed down on her hips and she sighed, “All right,” and lay back on her dress for him. He lay atop her and pushed inside. She breathed out in a gasp and put her arms around his neck as he plunged back and forth in inchoate desire. He felt her cunt envelop him with each thrust and he looked down to see her face in a grimace, eyes firmly closed as she bit her lip. He felt her body underneath him, tight and firm and creamy-white, and gloried in the feel of it responding despite her reserve. Clearly she had little experience, though equally clearly she was not virginal, and triumph flooded him as ...