“That feels so nice, Mr. B___” Tara whispered to me, and as she spoke, she wriggled her little bottom back towards me to get warmer. I did my best to keep my hips away from her, but the confines of the sleeping bag left me no room to maneuver. Her sweet little bum was soon pressed tightly against my stiff pole.
“Oh my … Mr. B___, what is that?” She said softly.
“Tara … I’m so sorry … it’s just … well you’re …” I whispered in desperation, thinking what would happen when she told my wife or my daughters in the morning. But, as my mind raced, I felt her small hand on my cock and she wrapped her fingers around my raging hard-on. I gasped as I felt her slowly start to stroke me.
“It’s OK Mr. B___, I think it’s kinda sweet that I have this effect on you …” She whispered. Then her other hand guided my hand to her breast and she pressed it firmly into her incredible softness. “Do you like that?”
“Tara … please … we can’t …” I tried to protest when I felt her hips move again. She had worked my cock out of my shorts and guided the head of my stiff meat to the cleft of her ass cheeks, then she slowly began to press her bottom against my shaft and it slid slowly between her thighs.
The head of my cock was instantly wet and slippery. I think her nightie bottom must have been a g-string because I felt no material between my dick and her warm flesh. Her tiny fingers continued to stroke my dick. I thought I was going to explode any second. But she let go of my dick and I felt her pull the g-string down her legs; her hand returned and grasped my erection once again.
As she guided my cock back to the wetness between her legs I felt her tilt her hips, and, before I knew what was happening, she had guided my dick to the soft velvet opening of her pussy and had slipped me inside her. As I sank into her unbelievably tight tunnel, I heard her moan softly. She continued to press her bottom against me until I was completely buried in her lusciously warm wet pussy.
My mind raced … what if Helen woke up … it would mean divorce for sure … but with my dick buried in that sweet young cunt after so many years of beating off in the bathroom, none of that mattered to me.
Tara gently took my hand that had been squeezing her breast and nipple and moved it down over her taut belly until my fingers connected with her slit. I felt no patch of hair along the way. She pressed my middle finger into her slippery cleft until it found her clit. She used her fingers to manipulate my hand and made it clear that she wanted me to rub her clit. Her hips began to gently undulate on my swollen member while my middle finger slipped back and forth over her slick little nub. Her breathing quickened, coming in short little gasps.
“Oh yes …” She whispered. It wasn’t long before I felt her whole body stiffen; she quivered as she had her orgasm. She placed her hand over mine again and made me stop rubbing her clit for a moment. I heard her rapid breathing begin to slow. When she had recovered somewhat, she started my finger in motion again over her swollen and ultra sensitive clit. In seconds, she stiffened again and I sensed another wave of pleasure course through her entire being.