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First, she’d had me strip for her,
slowly, leaving my briefs on. She made
me flex my muscles and pose for her
while she touched and stroked me. Her
eyes glistened as she pushed down my
briefs. When she saw my erect penis –
she insisted that it must be called a
‘penis’ and never some four-letter
vulgarism – she’d drawn a quick breath
and reached out tentatively to touch it.
She shed her nightgown, held me by the
waist and stroked me very slowly until
I gasped, “I don’t think you want me
going off this soon.”
She stopped stroking, and said,
“Tim, I don’t intend to let you go off at
all. Will you let me get away with that?
I wonder if it will excite you half as
much as it excites me?”
I turned to whisper in her ear, “You
can do anything with me that you want,
and you know it.”
“Yes, I can, can’t I?”
“Oh!” she cried, grabbing at my hand
and pulling it between her legs. “Touch
me! Touch me! Quick!” I grasped
clumsily at her. She shook and panted
and gripped my shoulder as if her legs
were going to give out.
slowly, leaving my briefs on. She made
me flex my muscles and pose for her
while she touched and stroked me. Her
eyes glistened as she pushed down my
briefs. When she saw my erect penis –
she insisted that it must be called a
‘penis’ and never some four-letter
vulgarism – she’d drawn a quick breath
and reached out tentatively to touch it.
She shed her nightgown, held me by the
waist and stroked me very slowly until
I gasped, “I don’t think you want me
going off this soon.”
She stopped stroking, and said,
“Tim, I don’t intend to let you go off at
all. Will you let me get away with that?
I wonder if it will excite you half as
much as it excites me?”
I turned to whisper in her ear, “You
can do anything with me that you want,
and you know it.”
“Yes, I can, can’t I?”
“Oh!” she cried, grabbing at my hand
and pulling it between her legs. “Touch
me! Touch me! Quick!” I grasped
clumsily at her. She shook and panted
and gripped my shoulder as if her legs
were going to give out.
| Excerpt from Chapter 8 For Mature Readers Only |
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First, she’d had me strip for her, slowly, leaving my briefs on. She made me flex my
muscles and pose for her while she touched and stroked me. Her eyes glistened as she
pushed down my briefs. When she saw my erect penis – she insisted that it must be
called a ‘penis’ and never some four-letter vulgarism – she’d drawn a quick breath and
reached out tentatively to touch it. She shed her nightgown, held me by the waist and
stroked me very slowly until I gasped, “I don’t think you want me going off this soon.”
She stopped stroking, and said, “Tim, I don’t intend to let you go off at all. Will you
let me get away with that? I wonder if it will excite you half as much as it excites
me?”
I turned to whisper in her ear, “You can do anything with me that you want, and you
know it.”
“Yes, I can, can’t I?”
“Oh!” she cried, grabbing at my hand and pulling it between her legs. “Touch me!
Touch me! Quick!” I grasped clumsily at her. She shook and panted and gripped my
shoulder as if her legs were going to give out.
muscles and pose for her while she touched and stroked me. Her eyes glistened as she
pushed down my briefs. When she saw my erect penis – she insisted that it must be
called a ‘penis’ and never some four-letter vulgarism – she’d drawn a quick breath and
reached out tentatively to touch it. She shed her nightgown, held me by the waist and
stroked me very slowly until I gasped, “I don’t think you want me going off this soon.”
She stopped stroking, and said, “Tim, I don’t intend to let you go off at all. Will you
let me get away with that? I wonder if it will excite you half as much as it excites
me?”
I turned to whisper in her ear, “You can do anything with me that you want, and you
know it.”
“Yes, I can, can’t I?”
“Oh!” she cried, grabbing at my hand and pulling it between her legs. “Touch me!
Touch me! Quick!” I grasped clumsily at her. She shook and panted and gripped my
shoulder as if her legs were going to give out.