Okay, I’m lying. It was actually about the nicest thing I’ve ever felt, though I was lost in Marcus’ eyes and I’m pretty sure the world could have been burning and I’d have found it a pleasure.
“You’re staying for a long while, then?” I asked, cautiously.
Marcus smiled at me so charmingly and leaned in closer, his hand reaching out for my thigh in such a way that it compelled me to uncross my legs and let his fingers sink in around my flesh.
“I think I’d like to stay for good,” he said, head tilted as he hovered over my lips. “Maybe… start up a life for myself here… with a special lady,” he said, then did something I didn’t expect. Though perhaps I should have. He pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me so sweet and softly, letting his tongue lash along my two lips.
My eyes widened, but he tasted of sweet wine and warm tenderness, and I felt my inhibitions slipping away just a little bit, even as my nerves felt frayed and worn. I’d never kissed someone before, and my lips parted slowly, a bit awkwardly, and I flushed bright red.
He did things with that tongue of his that I didn’t know were possible, but then there was his cousin… Jordan pressed in, his lips touching my neck, adding to the sensations as the two men pressed in around me, touching me so softly with their strong, masculine hands. They were hard men, both of them. Two tall, strong guys that would’ve made any lady interested, and they both wanted me.
I even felt one of their hands brush against my breast just lightly, and I thought it was Marcus, but in truth it was Jordan. Perhaps I just wanted it all to be Marcus.
In the end, it didn’t matter, because I was swept up in the moment, my head too light for me to think straight, tinged with lust and yearning as I moaned and whimpered. I pulled back, slightly, my lips feeling so tingly and warm as I squirmed.
For a second, I wanted to leave. To bolt to the door, to find my way out, eager for the fresh air.
But it quickly passed, my curiosity and desire growing too much before I glanced away.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whispered.
“I know,” Marcus said to me with a sweet smile as his fingers trailed along my inner thigh so lovingly. He was such a miracle worker with everything, an amazing cook, an even better kisser, and the mere touch of his fingers brought such electricity to my skin. “You’re such a perfect girl for me though. So why don’t you let me be your firsts,” he said it more than asked, and leaned in, kissing me on the lips again as he brought his hand up my thigh further, further.
Maybe I should have felt a bit worried about that, but I took him at face value, wanting so desperately to believe that there could be something more between us. It wasn’t even about getting pregnant, being bred, like all the other women in town. It was about the intimacy, the realness to it. That’s what made his touch so exciting.
My legs parted, gently, tentatively, wanting to feel that buzz further and further up my skin as I sucked in a breath through my nose.
As his fingers moved up my inner thighs to the damp warmth of my cunny, our lips lightly smacked and his tongue lashed at mine, beautifully teasing my moist muscle. I wasn’t like the other women in town, I told myself, where they just shacked up with any of the boring local boys. At least I was with an interesting, crazily handsome man from away. And his cousin.
Though as Jordan kissed down my neck to my shoulder, and let his hand gently fondle my breast, my mind couldn’t separate those actions from what Marcus was doing. It was all him, and how much I wanted him.
The feel of Marcus’ finger stroking over my panty-covered slit made it simply impossible to quibble over things like which of them was fondling my breasts.
My legs spread wider, the skirt of my dress stretched over my hips, and I thought I was nearly going to explode then and there, with how excited I was. The butterflies in my chest had been replaced by birds, flapping noisily as my arousal grew and my mind went hazier.
I leaned back on the couch, looking at Marcus with such awe as I bit in my lower lip, gnawing upon it n
ervously, my hands limply at my sides.
His eyes remained locked with mine, those glimmering emeralds fixated on me as he reached both hands up my dress, curled his digits into my panties and slowly tugged them on down my thighs. He removed them with such grace, slipping them over my bare feet then lifting them up to his nose to inhale my scent, the look on his face like it was a drug.
“Mmm, you smell divine Lynn,” he said so genuinely as his cousin continued to kiss at my neck and shoulder, his fingers working at my breasts as Marcus leaned back in for another locking of our lips.
It was so embarrassing but also the biggest turn on I’d ever thought of, and my brain felt like it was going mad with lust.
I wanted him, bad, and my hips began to rock against the couch.
I’d always been such an innocent girl, but even innocent girls have needs, and mine were reaching the boiling point with Marcus. In truth, I’d do anything he asked of me in a heartbeat.
His hands slid up the outside of my thighs, feeling my smooth, nubile skin, on up to my hips. It exposed my bare, glistening cunny but I could barely spare a thought to be embarrassed. Not as I was so entranced by him, and every little motion and act he made.
Marcus reached back to his own clothes, and very slowly began to undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing his lean, well-muscled chest. Then lower, those stony abs… on down, down…
He undid his pants as his cousin lowered the shoulder straps of my dress, letting my breasts spill out at the same time Marcus’ cock sprang free. So thick and hard, throbbing just for me. It was gorgeous, more wonderful than I dreamt a man’s shaft could ever be! I wanted to touch it so bad, but he brought it to me as the two men positioned me, letting me sink back into the couch as my hips were drawn nearer to the edge of the sofa.
I kept staring at that shaft, but I couldn’t help but be a little confused. It was so... big. I didn’t know how he could possibly make it fit within me, and I wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t frighten me a little. My eyes widened, even as I squirmed against the edge of my seat, my own sex puffy and slick in anticipation.
My nipples were so hard atop my bare breasts, the little pink peaks pointed skywards as the warm air brushed against them, causing me to suck in a deep breath.