"Hhmmmmm," she murmured.
"Oh, baby," Kurt sighed, "nothing's changed. I still want you so much."
He went on kissing her, and Michelle felt his hand creeping under her jersey. Just like the old days. Every time they dated, every time they parked, Kurt would be trying to cop a feel, go a step farther, get her so excited that she'd forget all her moral scruples. Well, let him go ahead and try again-only tonight, though he didn't know it, he was going to succeed.
His hand fumbled blindly around under her tight jersey and found her left tit. She heard him breathe in sharply with excitement when he found she wasn't wearing a bra. His hand closed hotly over her large round breast and began squeezing it gently and rhythmically. Yes, it was just like old times-she felt an answering warmth in her cunt every time he squeezed.
"You didn't get seduced by any of those big shots at the hotel, did you?" he said jokingly.
"Why, Kurt, of course not," Michelle answered.
It was true-she hadn't been seduced. It hadn't been necessary, because she was so eager. And now for the fourth time that day she felt her eagerness building up again. She was pawing deliciously horny as Kurt held her, kissed her, and played with her soft silky tit. She didn't tell him she was horny, though. She wanted him to work for it.
"I'm glad, Michelle," he said, moving his hand onto her other breast, "I'm really glad you didn't make it with any other guy. You're my woman, you know. I wants be the first."
Oh-oh, thought Michelle.
Well, it wouldn't do any good to tell him that
she wasn't a virgin any more. Maybe he wouldn't notice when the time came. She just smiled and kissed him, and Kurt, who hadn't changed a bit, used the opportunity to push her jersey up over tits, exposing them to the bright moonlight. As they broke the kiss, he hungrily ogled the big round pale globes.
"Oh, baby, I can't keep my hands off you," he moaned.
He half fell onto her, easing her don onto the seat of the car, and the next thing she knew, he'd pulled her jersey off over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up. Then she felt his hot wet mouth closing over her right nipple, sucking the little pink cone inside. Michelle moaned happily That was one of the things she liked best, having her tits sucked, and Kurt was very good at it.
"Ummmmm, nice," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.
Encouraged, Kurt sucked harder and hotter on her tender nipples, bringing them quickly to erection. Michelle lay back and sighed blissfully while he aroused her tits, and her excited cunt started spurting hot juice which moistened the crotch of her panties. It reminded her of a lot of dates with Kurt when he'd gotten her so horny she could have screamed. Well, if was going to be a lot more fun tonight, because she wasn't going to go home horny.
Kurt made naughty wet slurping sounds as he sucked busily on her nipples, moving back and forth between them, lashing the sensitive erect nubs with his tongue. He was doing his best to get Michelle hotly arousal. little did he know that she
was already powerfully horny… She didn't enlighten him, though. She pretended it was just like all their other dates where he tried to seduce her and she resisted.
"Kurt," she said finally, "you said you wanted to talk to me about something'?"
He raised his flushed face from her wet gleaming nipples, and far a moment he looked blank. Then he said, "Oh, yeah, yeah. I almost forgot. I was thinking, honey, we could get married right away, tomorrow if you want. With my raise, there's no reason for you to work at that hotel any more. And if we get married right away, well, there's no reason why we can't start balling right away, is there?"
So that was it.
This whole date-the apologies, the roses, -the proposal of marriage-was a big plot to get into her pants. She should have known. Oh, he'd marry her, all right, but the main thing was to fuck her. Poor Kurt, what he wouldn't do to get laid! Well, she'd play along for awhile. She'd pretend to be innocent, pretend that he was talking her into it.
"Wow, Kurt," she said brightly, "I just can't believe it. I mean, like tomorrow at this time I could be your wife?"
"That's right, baby," he said with a broad grin, "or whenever you want. So there's no reason for us to wait any more, is there, Michelle? Hell, if we got married tomorrow, there'd be no harm in balling tonight."
Before she could answer, he was easing down on top of her again, his chest flattening her plump naked tits, his mouth closing hotly over hers. His
tongue tickled between her lips as he kissed her feverishly. That was supposed to distract her while he got his hand up her skirt-he'd tried it a hundred times. Only this time she had a surprise-she just let him do it and didn't protest.
Kurt gave a muffled gasp of surprise and excitement as he slid his hand under her skirt and met with no resistance. Usually Michelle would tell him to stop. Now she just went on kissing him, so Kurt took advantage of her submission and quickly moved his hand all the way up to the moist crotch of her panties. He wiggled a finger inside and touched the fluffy curls of her pussy.
Michelle was trembling with lust by now, hardly content with just kissing, and when he began to rub her swollen horny pussy lips, she mooned and creamed onto his finger. Kurt responded with more rubbing. She could imagine how excited he was, how proud of himself. She'd never let him do that before.
"Oh, Michelle," he sighed, "you want me, don't you, honey?"
"Of course, Kurt," she purred.
"You just tell me what you want, baby," he said eagerly, "and I'll do it for you. Whatever turns you on.
Michelle saw her chance for some real fun. "Kurt," she said innocently, "I know something I think would really turn me on. I was reading about it in a magazine. That is-well, if you wouldn't mind too much."
"Mind?" he said. "Hell, I wouldn't mind anything that got you hot, honey. Just tell what it is."
Michelle suppressed a wicked chuckle. "Well," she said, frying to sound bashful, "first you take the rest of my clothes off."
"You bet I will," Kurt said eagerly.
He had her skirt and panties off in no time and was gawking at the silky blonde triangle of her bush. Michelle tugged at his clothes, giving him the hint, and he hurriedly got out of his jeans and t-shirt. He had a nice body, she couldn't deny it. He'd always been attractive to her.
"Now what?" he said eagerly.
"Well, it's called giving head," Michelle said timidly. "I mean you use your tongue on my clit and stuff. Gee, Kurt, I hope you don't mind."
He did look pretty surprised, almost shocked, that his innocent fiance would all of a sudden ask him to eat her pussy. He stared at her in amazement for a long moment, then got his act together and flashed her his best smile.
"Honey, I don't mind," he said. "I've been wanting to do that for you for a long time, only I didn't think you'd go for it."
He eased himself down to kneel between her legs, gently pushing her thighs open. Michelle recalled that although he'd frigged her once with his fingers, he'd never gone down on her and never really examined her pussy because she wouldn't let him. She really had been silly in those days. Now she willingly parted her legs and let Kurt have a full uninhibited view of her crotch.
"Oh, Jesus," he sighed.
He stared for a long time at her tiny red clit, her puffed pink pussy lips, and the small recessed mouth of her cunt. He'd been working for four
years to get at that gash, and at last it looked like it was his. His cock, lying flaccid and pale on his Thigh, suddenly lurched into taut erection. Michelle tried not to laugh.
Poor bastard; he probably just wanted to jump on her and fuck her silly but she was going to make him work for it. She still pretended to be the shy and reluctant virgin. Kurt touched the big hard tip of his cock to her moist pussy, but she gave a squeal of alarm. He sighed and moved his cock away. With a reassuring smile he slipped his hands under her small round ass and lifted her up, bringing her steamy pussy to his lips.