Being m*****ed by Allison - Sex Stories

Being m*****ed by Allison

... wipe the cum off her hands and off my cock. "Did you like that?" she said. "Yeah." "Would you rub me? I'd like to feel good like that too." "Ok." She lay down on the bed next to me and spread her legs. She took my hand and led it to her pussy. "Here, rub me in my slit, down here. Just move your finger along it, pushing just a little." To this, I certainly complied and watched as her skin became more flushed and breathing deepened. "Oh, yeah, you're doing great." I could feel her stiff little clit and she was getting more and more wet. "If you push farther down, you can put your finger inside me," she said. I moved down and pushed my finger into her vagina, pushing up to my second knuckle before hitting the top. Obviously, someone had popped her cherry. "Oh yeah. That's really good," she said. I kept on finger fucking her a little faster. "Oh, that's really good." My cock was hard again against her thigh. She took my hand and started directing my movement as she started to hump. She was beginning to sweat and her eyes had a far away look. "Rub faster!" she said. Only a few seconds later, she shuddered as an orgasm flowed over her. She moaned and caught her breath, gasping several times before it passed and she sank back down onto the mattress. She pushed my hand away and sat up, still panting. "Oh darling, that was wonderful," she ...

... panted. Then, quite suddenly, she got up and grabbed her discarded nightgown. She looked around nervously, then stuffed it under the bed. She went over to her drawers and took out a pair of panties, put them on, then put on a tee shirt. Then she came over and picked up my undershorts, holding them open for me. "Here, we need to get you dressed before Mommy gets home." I was amazed. I hadn't had anyone dress me like this since I was a c***d. I put on foot in, then the other, and she pulled them up to my knees. "Come on, honey, stand up," she said. Soon I was dressed again. "Honey," she patted the bed next to her again. I sat down. She looked at me with a very serious expression. "Honey, we have to keep this a secret, ok?" "Why?" I asked. "Well, if people, if Mommy, finds out what we did, they won't let us see each other any more." She paused, "You'd be sad if that happened, wouldn't you? If we couldn't go to the movies or to the park any more." "No, I'd hate that," I said. "Don't worry, I can keep it secret." "That's good honey," she said. "Do you want some desert before bed?" "Yeah!" We went out to the kitchen and changed roles again as I served her ice cream. A little later, as we sat watching TV, we heard Martha at the door, getting home from work, she put her finger across her lips and said quietly, "Remember, it's our secret."