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Up until now he had been tantalizing her by doing everything but sucking her.

But the more he kissed and caressed her young upswept breasts, the more she wanted him to suck her nipples, and suck them hard! It was just the kind of thing he wanted her to do: beg him! So she fought and fought against it.

His tongue curled around her throbbing nipples until she thought she would die of the craving. She panted and tossed her head from side to side, trying to think of something besides his fantastic mouth on her breasts.

“Isn’t there something you’d like me to do?” he asked softly.

Don’t say it! She told herself. Oh, don’t let him make you say it! “No!” she gasped.

“Are you sure?”

He pushed her firm breasts together and flicked both of her swollen nipples with his tongue at the same time. Amy could barely stand the pleasure.

“Ohhnnnnn! Yesssss!” she sighed, unable to stop herself.

“What?” he prompted her.

“You know,” she panted.

“But l want to hear you say it.”

“Suck me,” Amy gasped. “Suck my titties.”

“Ummmm,” he grinned. “Like this?”

He took one of her thick aching nipples into his mouth and nearly swallowed it.

Amy almost went out of her mind. Flames of sexual pleasure spurted through her body.

“Ohhhbnnnnn! Ohhnnn god!” she moaned.

He sucked both of her nipples until they were engorged with blood, stiff and throbbing wildly. Amy made no move to resist him. Instead she chewed her lower lip and tried not to moan. God, I wish it didn’t feel so good! She thought.

It’s so wrong! Why does it have to feel so good? “Come on,” Aston said. “Let’s go in your bedroom and take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see if the rest of you matches these beautiful boobs.”

“Oh, not in there, please!”

“Of course in there,” he said firmly, pulling her towards the bedroom.

Oh god, not on the same bed where Tom and I…

“But my husband…“ she said.

He walked over to the king-size bed and pulled down the covers. Then he walked back to Amy and put his arms around her, kissing her mouth for the first time.

She tried not to respond, but his tongue and lips were very skillful.

The kiss was so good that she hated herself for liking it. His tongue explored the warm wet crevices of her mouth. Her body grew pliant and yielding in his arms.

“Mr. Aston, please,” she finally gasped, breaking away from the kiss.

“Don’t you think you’d better call me Brad?”

“Okay then, Brad. Do we have to do it on the same bed where…”

“Where you do it with your husband?” Amy nodded.

Brad smiled. He unzipped the pants she was wearing and pulled them down her hips, tugging her nylon panties down at the same time. When. be kneeled down to slip them off her ankles, he began kissing her bare legs at the same time. Amy had never felt anyone kiss her legs. She shivered with pleasure.

“Why, of course we do,” Brad said, answering her question. “You want to be able to compare, don’t you?”

“N-no.”

“Of course you do. God, you’ve got an absolutely luscious body, Amy.”

His lips were on her inner thighs, rising. Oh god, Amy thought wildly, he’s going to eat me there!. He’s going to eat my cunt! Something Tom will never do.

Something I don’t know how to ask him to do. Now Brad’s going to do it without me even asking. And it’s so wrong. So wrong. I can’t let myself like it. I just can’t.

Suddenly his tongue flicked the moist lips of her pussy. Amy thought she would faint with pleasure.

“Oohhnnnn!” she moaned.

Brad pushed her down on the bed on her back. Quickly he stripped off his own clothes. Amy watched with excited fascination as he pulled down his shorts. The thick thundering shaft of his cock sprang up throbbing. She nearly gasped. It was so much bigger than Tom’s!

God, it’ll split my cunt in half, she thought. She knew she was not altogether upset at the idea, but that made her blush with shame.

But before she could think of anything else, he was on the bed with her. He was kissing the smooth sleek skin of her flat tummy. His hands slid under her ass-cheeks and squeezed them as his mouth slid lower. Amy could hardly bear the anticipation.

“Aanngghh!” she gasped with shocked pleasure as his lips finally found the simmering wet groove of her cunt.

He kissed her cunt as if it were her real mouth. His tongue explored the tingling folds of her pussy-lips before burrowing deep into her slit. Amy hadn’t believed that anything could feel so good. But he seemed to be very skillful at it, as if he had had lots of experience.

He sucked and lip-chewed her cunt-lips until she was almost ready to scream with pleasure.

“Ohhhnnnnn, don’t stop! Don’t stop,” she moaned, tossing her head wildly as his clever tongue probed her.

Her excitement pleased him. He slurped her juicy slit more passionately, now tickling her clit with his tongue, stroking it, driving her crazy. Amy was nearly out of her mind with delirious pleasure. Oh god, I want him to fuck me! she thought. But I can’t say it! I can’t! I swore I wouldn’t let him do this to me!

But she couldn’t think of anything but that big jackhammer cock of his, how it would feel if he put it where his tongue was now.

“Oh… oh god,” she panted. “Please… please don’t do this to me!”

She could hardly stand the intense pleasure. The way he was eating her throbbing pussy aroused an insatiable lust that coursed through her whole writhing body.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No,” she gasped. “Oh no, no, don’t stop!” He splayed her thighs and pushed her legs up so that they were draped over his shoulders. Then he buried his mouth again in the wet pink furrow of her aching cunt. He stabbed her deeply. with his tongue and sucked her clit so sharply that hot helpless gags of lust came from her throat.

“Ungghh! Uhhgg!” she gagged.

Oh god, I can’t stand it any more! she thought. He has to fuck me! I need him to fuck me! “Please… do it to me now,” she panted. “Please.”

“Do what to you?” Brad asked slyly.

“You know,” she gasped.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Make… make love to me,” Amy whimpered.

“Make love to you? You don’t want me to do that. That’s what you and your husband do, isn’t it? You want me to…" “Oh, please don’t make me say that,” she pleaded.

Suddenly she felt him leaving her. He dropped her legs to the bed, rolled away, and stood up. His huge stiff cock bobbed and twitched as he looked down at her.

“Oh, I won’t make you say anything,” he grinned. “Why don’t you just do it yourself, if you’re so eager to have it done to you. Whatever ‘it’ is,” he added sarcastically.

Amy couldn’t take her eyes off the long jumping pole of his prick. He held the enormous shaft in one hand and gently stroked it with the other, smiling at her.

“This is what you want, isn’t it,” he murmured.

Amy nodded solemnly, her eyes glazed, her lips parted. Her body burned with need. Instinctively her hands went to her dripping, oozing cunt, trying to replace the sensations he had taken away. She slid her fingers into the slimy aching trench, fucking herself pathetically, grinding her hips.

She was frantic, almost out of her mind with the need to come. It was no good to try to masturbate, not with him glaring down at her, holding his massive cock out like bait for her. Her whole being was centered in her wildly pulsing slit. He had what she wanted, and she couldn’t deny it any longer. She wanted him to shove that huge fleshy piston into her, rip her with it, cram her full of it!

She pulled her knees up against her heaving breasts, spreading her thighs, showing him the red wet gash of her open pussy. Her eyes begged him, but she wouldn’t say it. Don’t you want to fuck it?

She undulated her hips in sensual fuck-motions. With her fingers she pulled apart her soupy cunt-lips, inviting him to spear the puckering wound of her pussy. Please, please! she begged with her eyes.

But he wouldn’t give in. Amy couldn’t stand it any longer. The horrible itch in her cunt had to be satisfied.