Page 46 of Dizzy

Then his slippery fingers move back again, and I sidle my legs into a wider stance. His thumb keeps the attention on my clit while his first two fingers ease into my tight hole. It’s been a while. Years. I satisfied my curiosity that summer before tenth grade, and I haven’t been tempted since.

Until now. This moment. I am so tempted. I want this. More. Dizzy’s nibbling my neck, and shivers are shooting everywhere, zinging down my spine.

I love it. I moan.

Then his ring finger’s pressing at my bottom. I squeeze tight. I still don’t know about that.

“Let me in, baby.” He circles, insistent. “It’ll feel good. I promise.”

I pant, relax for an instant, and he slides in, filling me. I moan. It’s so dirty. He has total control of my body. I can’t do anything but open for him. Let him do what he wants.

It’s strange, and it hurts a little bit, but he’s right. It feels good.

My swollen tits are smooshed against the warm glass. The machine vibrates and hums, teasing my aching nipples. Dizzy’s at my back, all around me. I’m in his hands, and I’m safe. I’m the center of his attention. It feels amazing.

“You getting close?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“You gonna cum in my hand?”

“Yes.” I buck. He takes the cue and pumps his fingers harder.

He nips my neck, his beard tickling my shoulder. Then his soft lips brush my temple, my cheek. He takes my jaw in calloused fingers and turns my head. Kisses me. Sips from my lips. Gently.

Oh.

I like that.

He tastes me again, his beard scratching my chin. He sucks my bottom lip. It’s different now. My pussy’s fluttering, and I’m on the edge, ready to cum, but these kisses are so sweet. I want more.

He eases his tongue between my lips and licks me, exploring my mouth, almost tentative. I open up. These kisses aren’t wet and gross and pushy. They’re tender. Perfect.

I always wanted to be kissed this way, but I figured men only did it like this in movies.

I let my brain disconnect and float as he works me into a frenzy with his fingers and soothes me with his mouth. I’m getting higher and higher. Closer and closer. My insides are coiling, stomach muscles tightening.

“Dizzy, I’m gonna cum,” I wail.

“Say my name again, baby,” he groans against my lips.

“Dizzy!”

And I’m there, tumbling over, my pussy pulsating around his fingers, my asshole constricting so tight I force him out. I go rigid in his arms as I flush hot and break out in sweat. I’m tumbling and then I’m slowing down and then there’s random zings popping off inside me like the last fireworks before the drunkest folks turn in.

“There it is.” He wraps both arms around me, cuddles me to his chest.

Instantly, I’m hit with a wave of embarrassment. My face burns.

I’m buck naked. He’s totally clothed. His finger was in my butt. I stiffen.

He drops a kiss in the crook of my neck.

“Don’t move.”

He drops me, walks over to the utility sink and washes his hands. I squat, grab the sweats, wriggle them back on.

This is so awkward. What am I doing? I’m not my sisters. I don’t get boy crazy and lose my mind.

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