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I decided to take things a lot further.
"Does Louise suck you off Peter?" I asked casually. He passed in his rhythmical stimulation of my prick and I squeezed his balls warningly again. He hurriedly resumed the delicious stroking but did not answer.
"Well?" I asked again, this time squeezing his balls more firmly he gasped with pain and flashed me a glance.
"Sometimes she does," he said almost inaudibly.
"And do you enjoy it?" I asked. He just nodded.
"Well I like it as well and since Louise isn't here, you can suck me off." I felt him stiffen with shock and his hand stopped its rhythmical stimulation.
"Oh God, I couldn't," he gasped, "please don't force me. It is so horrible."
"You certainly can Peter darling" I said with a smile, putting one hand round his shoulders and moving his face towards my groin, "you don't think it is horrible when Louise does it to you, do you?"
He still tried to pull back as he smelt the male tang of my sweat but I just squeezed his balls a little more firmly and soon I felt his breath on my balls and the softness of his tongue as he began to lick me. I put my hand on his soft hair and pressed his head into my groin.
"Lick me harder," I said, "go all over my prick and balls". I relaxed back, enjoying the sensation while the plump girlish-looking young man licked all round my balls and stiff prick with his reluctant tongue. I noticed that he although he had accepted licking my balls and the shaft of my prick he was carefully avoiding the threatening swell of my knobhead. I squeezed his balls to get his attention and he looked up at me, not daring to pause in his work.
"Kneel between my legs facing me," I said quietly. He knew better than to hesitate and scrambled down kneeling between my spread thighs as I released his balls. I looked down at the submissive young husband kneeling in his sexy slip between my spread thighs. To my pleasure, as he bent forward, I could see down the front of his slip to the suggestion of a slight cleavage caused by he prominent breast mounds as he hunched his shoulders.
"Now take the end of my prick into your mouth and suck me off." He looked hopelessly up at me and bent forward. I watched with pleasure as he took a prick between his lips for the first time. I reached down and put my hand on his soft hair pushing his mouth firmly on to my prick.
"Wank me gently into your mouth," I ordered, "and suck my prick as you wank. Look at me while you are doing it and don't dare move your eyes from mine. Just keep on sucking me off until I tell you that you can stop."He got the message very quickly and before long I was looking down at my new little cocksucker with his soft wet lips firmly closed around my thick shaft, his wide eyes fixed on mine, tossing me off into his mouth and giving me a really pretty competent blowjob.
"Every so often, Peter, pause in sucking but keep on wanking. Draw your lips back so that only about an inch of my prick is in your mouth and run your soft tongue over the bottom rim of my knobhead." He did as he was told without hesitation and a delicious wave of sensation flooded through my whole body from my prick and balls washing up my back and down my legs.
"You are a really good little cocksucker Peter," I said cruelly. He mechanically went back to tossing me off into his mouth drawing my stiff prick deeply between his soft wet lips and sucking me off with just the right degree of suction as the blush deepened on his cheeks. I just lay back and watched him humiliating himself as he sucked off a man for the first time enjoying the distaste in his eyes. He was doing such a good job that I could feel the pressure beginning to build in my balls. In spite of his lack of experience and his repugnance he was such a natural cocksucker that I knew that I would not last long. As I felt the pressure continue to build in my balls I held his head with both hands and pushed my prick deeper towards the back of his throat. My prick hardened more and I came in a shattering ejaculation which flooded my body with waves of sensation. I felt the jets of hot cum drowning his mouth and throat as I held him firmly on my prick.
He gave a loud gasp as he felt the hot cum and blushed deeply more deeply with shame. As I came into her husband's mouth the door opened and Louise came in. She took one look at the scene on the settee and went pale as she saw her young husband on his knees sucking off a naked man. "Oh my God!" she whispered. I held her husband's head firmly for a moment my softening prick still between his lips and then I moved his head back gently so that he released my shaft. A thin trickle of white cum ran from the corner of his mouth highlighted in the roseate blush of his embarrassment. He rubbed his mouth furiously with the back of his hand and remained on his knees obviously waiting for instructions.
Being compelled to suck me off appeared to have destroyed the last vestige of his resistance. "Get on and open the wine for your wife and I," I ordered, "go and clean your teeth and then be ready to serve us our supper." He struggled to his feet went to the kitchen where he opened a bottle of white wine and put it in a wine cooler. Then he crossed to the door to the hall passing Louise without a glance as he went to the bathroom. I looked at her as she stood just inside the door. She was wearing a pale peach coloured low-cut virtually transparent baby-doll nightdress just long enough to reach her hips and a pair of high-cut matching, very skimpy panties pulled right up into the groove of her cunt. The bodice was very simple and fitted to her firm full bosom and so low-cut that more than half of her creamy breasts were on display. There was no lace on the very simple garment but on her well- rounded figure it was stunningly effective. To complete the effect Louise had left her hair loose and it fell in sexy blonde waves and curls to the bare velvety flesh of her shoulders.
"You look absolutely sensational, Louise darling," I said sincerely. She glanced quickly at me and blushed. I patted the settee beside me.
"Come and sit down," I smiled at her. With noticeable reluctance she crossed the room and gingerly sat beside me, instinctively pulling down the inadequate hem of her nightie.
I let her see me looking appreciatively at her, running my eyes up from her knees to the junction of her closed thighs so inadequately concealed by the tight panties. She blushed as she followed my eyes. Just then the door opened and Peter came in. I looked at him. "You can serve us our supper now. We will have it here. Pour us some wine first." He brought a long coffee table and put it in front of the settee and then poured a glass of wine for his wife and I.
"Now you can serve the supper," I said. The humiliated husband served a light supper for his wife and I and I kept him kneeling on the other side of the low coffee table with his thighs spread and his hands behind him, only allowing him to move when I needed him to bring something from the kitchen. He was obviously uncomfortable kneeling on the carpet and kept fidgeting but I ignored him as I enjoyed my supper. Louise ate very sparingly, continually glancing at her husband who did not meet her eyes. The supper must have seemed endless to him but at last I finished and told him to clear it away. He rose from his knees but I stopped him with a gesture. "I am going to take your wife to bed now," I said casually, "take the wine upstairs and pour us a glass and then come down and do the washing-up." The pair both gasped and just looked at me but I stood up and without giving Louise time to object I took her hand and with gentle persistence, pulled her to her feet ignoring her husband. I walked to the door and went straight up the stairs drawing the reluctant young blonde after me. I entered the bedroom and looked around. The room was dominated by a large bed and was lit by subdued concealed lighting. There was fresh flowers in vases on each of the small bedside tables and the room was filled with their scent. I nodded approvingly.
"Very nice," I said quietly, almost to myself, "just right." I went and lay down on the bed and motioned for Louise to join me which she reluctantly did. I could feel how tense she was by the rigidity in her muscles. The door opened and Peter entered carrying the wine cooler and two glasses. I looked across at him over his wife's reclining body. "Pour us both a glass of wine and go and do the washing up. When you have finished, come back in here and sit in that chair over there until I tell you to move." I said quietly, indicating a chair with a good view of the bed. He gulped nervously, poured our wine and left the room. I listened with amusement to his high heels as they receded down the stairs and turned to Louise, who glanced at me anxiously and then dropped her eyes quickly. I ran my hand gently up her thigh towards the hem of her nightdress and with a great intake of air, she gasped and blushed bright red. I removed my hand from her thigh and smiled into her anxious eyes. "Prop yourself up a moment darling," I said quietly and she raised herself obediently on her elbows. I positioned the pillows so that she was slightly propped up and with slight pressure on her shoulder, moved her so that she was lying on her back. I looked into her eyes and put my hand on the inside of her thigh just above her knee. I could see her lower lip trembling and she was gently shaking with nerves.
"Pull your heels up to your bottom and spread your thighs," I said quietly. She just looked at me and did not move. I sighed and hooked my hand behind her knee and drew it upright, pulling her heel up the bed so that the ball of her heel brushed her pantie-covered bottom. "Now the other one," I ordered and, looking up helplessly at the ceiling, she obeyed without hesitation. She was now lying on her back, propped up on the pillows with her heels against her bottom and her thighs firmly together, upright and tightly closed with her knees touching. The short nightie had slipped down her thighs leaving them bare but was lying in folds concealing her pantie-covered cunt. I put a hand on the inside of each knee and gently but firmly spread her thighs. She made no real effort to stop me but gave a little sob as she looked up into my eyes. I lay on one elbow looking back into her cloudy blue eyes and, without shifting my gaze I reached for the hem of her nightdress and folded it across the plump feminine curve of her belly at about the level of the cute indentation of her navel where it was caressed by the elastic at the waist of her tight panties. Her cunt was covered only by virtually transparent tight-fitting peach-coloured nylon and I looked at it with pleasure as the embarrassed girl blushed furiously. Her tight panties moulded closely to the plump fleshy outer lips of her well made cunt and the gentle swell of her mound was decorated by an attractive little blonde fleece, clearly visible through her panties. I smiled into her eyes and gently ran my finger along the gaping groove of her cunt feeling her through her panties. She sighed deeply, a sigh that progressed to a deep sobbing intake of breath. I began to play gently with her cunt through her panties as I looked into her eyes, moving from the delicate area behind her slit along her groove until I could just flick the prominent bud of her clitoris.
Despite herself she began to breathe more heavily and I felt her hips twitch as I felt her cunt rapidly moistening under my fingers and the dark stain of her reluctant excitement was obvious on the thin nylon covering of her twitching cunt. I began to feel her more deliberately and her hips, despite herself began to squirm a little on the bed as she moved under my fingers and her breathing began to quicken. I carried on working her up with my fingers and then, smiling down into her eyes, I slipped two fingers up the leg of her panties and began to slowly and deliberately explore her bare wet cunt. She gave another deep gasp and her breathing became more ragged. She screwed up her eyes, overcome by the sensations flooding her from the centre of her being. Her whole world seemed to have contracted into the waves of sensation emanating from her hot wet cunt. I slipped two fingers straight into her and began to gently finger-fuck the shaking young girl. She gasped, tensed and blushed more furiously but was unable to control the movement of her hips as, despite herself, she began to become aroused as I began to finger her more deeply. I could smell her reluctant excitement. I bent and brushed her lips with mine and her eyes widened. I slipped my fingers from her clinging cunt and put my hand down the front of her panties and gently cupped her as I looked into her eyes and said quietly.
"Take off your panties Louise." Her hands went to her waist and as she looked into my eyes she hooked her fingers into the waist of her panties and, lifting her bottom slightly from the bed supporting herself on her heels raised her parted thighs so that they were more together and pointed at the ceiling. She slipped her panties up her thighs to her knees and then I took over sliding them down her calves and off over her pretty feet. I looked into her eyes with a smile as I put the delicate wet fabric to my face and breathed deeply in her feminine essence. Her eyes widened again as she watched me and I dropped her wet panties on the floor beside the bed. I looked down at her and put a hand on the inside of each knee and gently but firmly spread her thighs again. The pink slit of her pretty cunt gaped widely again and the wet sheen of her excitement was very evident in the subdued lighting.
"Give me a nice wank Louise, and get me ready. I feel like a nice slow fuck". She gasped with shock looked up at me, bit her bottom lip and said quietly, "Pleased don't. I have never been with anyone except Peter." I looked down at her and smiled as I slipped my hand between her spread thighs. I slid my middle finger from the back of her slit along the smooth flesh of her perineum to the dimple of her ass which I gently pressed. She flushed even deeper but I did not persist, drawing my fingers back along her firm flesh to her cunt and sliding two fingers straight up her. I began a gentle but firm and deep finger-fuck brushing the firm nub of her engorged clitoris with the ball of my thumb. She gasped again and her eyes widened and her hips began to twitch on the bed again under my tormenting fingers. "Get on with it," I said curtly. She gave a deep sigh, and reaching out tentatively, wrapped her small fingers around my semi-hard shaft just below the crown of my knob-head and began to wank my prick nice and firmly. I rapidly became stiff and I looked mockingly down into her eyes as I played with her pretty cunt and enjoyed the feeling of her hand on me.