Short Story Sunday 3/12/2017 Hustle in Paris (an excerpt)

I trailed a finger down his chest to his dick, which to no surprise was just waiting to burst out of his pants.

“I…I’m a virgin,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”

Unzipping his pants, I pulled his dick out. He gasped and stiffened, looking at me. I stroked him softly and he put his hands on my ass, unsure if it was okay. I knelt down and licked the pre cum off his tip.

“You have to breathe or you will pass out.”

He let out a breath and relaxed. I sucked him fast and hard. He screamed as he let out the first nut, probably his first nut ever.

“Oh, fuck!” he said in French.

I pushed him against the wall, turned around, lifted my dress, grabbed his dick and pushed it in me. I bounced back and forth on him as he moaned and gasped. He grabbed my hips.

“Pull me faster,” I said. For a scrawny boy, he had some strength. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls.

“Ah, ah, fuck!” he screamed.

I pulled his dick out and led him back to the dining room. I pushed him in a chair and straddled him. He started to get the hang of it and pulled my breasts out, sucking on them. I bounced harder and faster. I reached behind to grab his balls, making sure he didn’t come in me. Just what I would need, a baby by a baby.

His balls were hard and I knew he was on the edge. I got up and sucked him dry, him screaming again. To my surprise, he got up and lifted my on to the table on my back. He spread my legs and sucked and licked me like a pro. This, he had most definitely done before.

He circled and sucked and licked and took all of me in his mouth. I came over and over. I screamed when he shoved his dick in, this time, him taking complete control. He breathed fast and hard and grabbed my breast, fucking me like his life depended on it. In so many ways this was wrong, but he was legal and it felt so good. Guess I can add cougar to my repertoire.

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