Monique St. Pierre was standing before the elegantly etched
mirror; she was topless. Her plump rear was visible under the
sheer blank lingerie she tugged up so as to stretch the flimsy
fabric over each cheek accentuating their tight round shape. She
looked at her bottom as she shook it playfully at the
Miss November turned around and looked at her creamy, pear shaped breasts. The areolas were bright red and the nipples pink and firm. Her eyes, deep brown and mysteriously almond shaped, blinked seductively at the glass and she ran her delicate pink tongue over her parting lips.
"Hold it," the assistant AD called out.
The photographer stopped shooting and Monique stood up straight and peered out at the crew. She could not see much beyond the glare of the spotlights. She sensed the shadowy shape of a crowd gathering around the photographer. She could hear voices talking urgently; she sat down on the elaborate silver couch and crossed her arms demurely over her scrumptious breasts.
It seems that some celebrity had arranged to visit the fancy department store at the same time Playboy had arranged to shoot part of Monique's Playmate of the Year layout.
The lovely centerfold sat patiently when a familiar figure stepped over into the lights and sat next to her. Monique gulped realizing that she was sitting next to Barbra Streisand.
"You're..." she managed to gasp.
"Yes, I am. And you are?" Barbra held her hand out to shake.
Monique put out her hand while shyly keeping her bosom covered with the other arm. "I'm Monique, Monique St. Pierre. And Miss Streisand, may I say.."
"Call me, Barbra, please," the singer interrupted, still holding Monique's slender hand; it was moistening with sweat. "Monique St. Pierre? Sounds French. You don't look French, sweet heart."
"I'm German, actually.' The beautiful playmate's white skin was turning a sexy bright pink as she blushed in front of the celebrity.
Barbra was used this sort of reaction and soon put the pretty young girl at ease. In fact, the two sat there and chatted, making a peculiar picture for the waiting crew. Monique was completely naked except for the black lingerie barely covering her hips and black mesh stockings with high heels.
In their private conversation which the crew couldn't hear, Barbra asked Monique to do a special favor for her, an outrageous favor, and amazingly Monique agreed.
This is the story of that favor.
Later that night Monique stood nude in front of another mirror. She was in a large bedroom in a mansion in Malibu. The full moon glowed over the dark ocean filling the bedroom with a deep blue light. The soft glistening highlighted the silky sheen of her straight blonde hair framing the flawless features of her face. Every curve of her warm and supple body was etched in the soft blue light as if the man in moon were kissing her all over.
With slow and languid gestures Monique began to dress. She tugged some white sheer stockings up her athletic legs; her smooth skin glowed against the silky sheen. The white panties were silk too. Monique loved the feel of cool silk against her warm moist flesh. Even now her thighs got pretty little goosebumps as she slipped the flimsy lingerie up her legs; it barely concealed her full dark bush and her round plump bottom.
The cool white silk chemise made her nipples jut out. Then she pulled the silk white dress over her head. She stepped into black pumps and twirled in the mirror. The short skirt lifted up and showed her rear nicely.
She descended the stairs looking like a model on a runway, or a beautiful star stepping up for an Academy award, or maybe she looked like the most dazzling concubine descending the palace stairs to be ravaged by the king.
Monique had been waiting anxiously in the singer's mansion in Malibu. She was alone in the house waiting for a certain eighteen year old man to show up; he was the son of Barbra Streisand's chiropractor. Barbra couldn't do without her chiropractor; the chiropractor's son had a problem, and Monique was here to solve that problem and she had the run of Barbra mansion to do it in.
As instructed the son had let himself into the mansion and it's when Monique heard him enter that she had gotten dressed. Now she locked her eyes on him as she wriggled sexily down the stairs.
What she saw was a man complete bamboozled. He looked younger than his years and very shy. He was slim and tall and extremely nervous. Monique was nervous too; she wasn't sure she should be doing this.
What he saw was a siren gliding towards him with golden blonde hair falling straight to her soft shoulders where it gently curved up to accent her long and luscious throat. Her ruby red lips were parted ever so slightly with ends turned up just barely, but revealing the delight she felt in seeing him. Her eyes though, her eyes... They were dark, almost black but they smoldered and gleamed with life, yet they were soft and gentle, questioning and hoping. Their slight almond shape gave her the air of exotic mystery but the warmth of her rosy cheeks and her soft smile were so inviting.
"Aunt Barbra ... I mean Barb-- No, Miss, Miss, Ms, right, MS Streisand sent me over to meet you here. Miss ... No.... Nov... No! Miss St. St. Miss St. Pierre! She said..."
She stopped his chatter by gently laying fingers across his mouth. "You are a cute one, aren't you?" She smiled, noticing his washed and combed hair, crisp clean clothes, a hint of cologne. "Won't you sit down? And please, call me Monique."
He audibly gulped, but bravely returned her smile as she removed her hand. He said, "I..,I..,I'd love to."
She brought him a Coke and sat him on the couch.
"I am attractive, yes?" she laughed with a mock French accent.
She did a pirouette for him and virtually answered her own question with the display of her gorgeous figure.
"Y...yes...." he got out in a croaking voice.
"And you like my outfit, my hair?" She flashed a camera ready smile.
Monique let out a delightful laugh as she sat next to him on the couch. She took his hand. "Now, let's get to know each other."
They made simple conversation until he began to relax and open up (eventually he stopped stuttering). They discovered a shared love for Chinese food, college basketball, Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Wonder. They liked the same jokes, same movies, and many of the same books.
Monique was enjoying herself immensely. She flirted just a bit; she didn't want to make him too uncomfortable but she did notice he kept eyeing her long legs.
As she brought Ben another drink he suddenly jumped to his feet.
"I'm sorry, Miss St. Pierre, I mean, Monique. I can't believe how long I've stayed. I probably should go."
She stood as well. "Ben," she said. "I'm having a wonderful time." Placing her hand carefully on his arm, she met his eyes. "Please stay." Her heartbeat quickened, and his cheeks flushed slightly as her hand traveled slowly from forearm to bicep.
Stamping down the little voice in her head that yammered what are you doing? she stepped closer to her young guest. He was taller, so she had to look up in order to see his face.
"I'm very glad you're here." She said, caressing both his arms. He stood stock-still, a bit nervous, but she could easily see he was incredibly aroused.
"Do you know what I'm thinking about you right now?"
Attempting to find his voice, he rasped, "What?"
"I'm imagining you. Touching me." She lifted her slender hand to her pear shaped breast." Here."
He couldn't help licking his lips.
Monique continued in a soft voice, "And here, " she said, pressing her flat belly. "And here." Her hand was between her legs. "I'm imagining you upstairs. In bed. With me."
And then she stepped into his arms. Leaning up, she gently kissed the corner of his mouth, again and again, and then took little nibbles until she reached the center of his lips.
He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him; she unashamedly pressed herself against his body. Her softness yielded to his hardness as they kissed with increasing passion. When she slid her tongue into his mouth his body shook just a bit.
She pulled back and softly inquired, "Ben, you've never done this before, is that right?"
To his credit, he shook his head, smiling slightly, "No. No, I haven't."
She leaned in again, gently nipped on his neck, and her hands grew busy on his jeans. Undone, unzipped, his legs trembled slightly as she carefully tugged them free.
"You don't wear underwear?" She asked, amused.
"W-what? Oh!" He opened his mouth to speak but found her tongue there instead. Still kissing him she managed to unbutton his shirt; he pulled it off quickly, tossing behind him. She let her hands travel down his naked back, stopping at his ass. Cupping his firm cheeks with both hands she delighted in his groans.
She let her hands follow as she slowly pushed the jeans down his muscular legs. Leaving them tangled at his ankles; she felt herself flush with desire at the sight of his lean body. His erection was solid, pointing almost to his belly, and she smiled as she carefully handled his hot flesh.
Playfully kissing his mouth, chin, neck, she slowly shimmied her way down his hard body. She teased his nipples, licked his navel, and lower still, as his skin jumped excitedly at her touch.
On her pretty knees now, she looked up at him, smiling, brown eyes warm.
"I've been looking forward to this all night." She glanced at his throbbing shaft and then back up at him. Again he sank into those mysterious glimmering pools of light. "I'm going to have you, my sweet boy. In my mouth. But I want you to let yourself go. It's OK, it's good to do it in my mouth right away this time. Will you do it, my love?"
Ignoring his gasp, she gently engulfed his rigid cock in her warm, wet mouth.
She bobbed her head a few times, and then began to suck him with increasing vigor. He was so hard, so young, she knew it wouldn't be long; he was already thrusting uncontrollably into her mouth. She grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled, throating him deeply. He gripped her hair while moaning, grunting, and sliding his thickness in and out.
"God, Monique. I'm-"
She guided him with excited whimpers and those sweet eyes on his, she silently begged him to come in her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" He groaned as he exploded. She swallowed, and swallowed again, as he tensed and shuddered. He stood tall with weakened knees, panting from exertion. Keeping her hands on his ass for balance, she licked her lips as the last of his seed filled her mouth.
She slithered back up his body happily. She kissed him, thinking he'd be shy or embarrassed, but he kissed her back with intensity, hands fisted in her hair, darkly excited from kissing this woman that has just swallowed him.
"Let's go upstairs."
Nodding, he stepped out of his shoes and kicked his jeans aside. Standing proudly naked, he offered her his arm, and together they went to the bedroom.
He didn't notice the soft lighting, romantic music or the inviting bed. She completely filled his mind, and he immediately drew her into his arms. But she pulled back with a naughty smile and pushed him gently forward to sit at the edge of the bed.
Delicately backing away, eyes on him, Monique slowly lifted the hem of her dress, unveiling herself as a work of art. She pulled it high over her head, her arms stretched over her, then she tossed it away, letting it fall in a silky pile. She was suddenly so nervous she could feel her heart pounding.
Taking a deep breath she turned her body away to coyly peek over her shoulder. His eyes gleamed as she slid the strap down one bare arm, and then playfully, the other. She smoothly eased the chemise down her lush body with her hands. It halted momentarily on her full ass, but then slid all the way off, leaving her topless in her silk panties and stockings.
Coyly crossing her hands over her chest, Monique turned to face him. He watched intently as she teasingly pulled her arms away, baring her breasts. Pretty peach-colored nipples hardened under his gaze as she thumbed the erect points mischievously, enjoying the lust on his face, in his eyes.
Turning away again she bent over slightly, spreading her long legs. She hooked fingers in her panties and slowly slid them down, exposing ample cheeks, round and smooth and delectable. Her panties were on the floor and she stepped back, stepped around, showing him her secrets, offering him everything.
"Monique. You're so beautiful."
She felt beautiful as she walked to him now and stood between his legs. He pulled her tightly against him and she began kissing him fiercely. Remembering her new role as teacher, she cupped her breasts and offered them to him.
"Use your tongue on my nipples, Ben. Lick me, nibble me, please."
Grinning, he noisily attacked her warm skin, laving kisses and sucking passionately. She sighed, pushing herself against him, wanting more, needing more; with one hand she pressed her left breast up from the bottom and held it against his hungry mouth surrendering her flesh to him. His teeth nibbled avidly and his tongue was firm against her straining nipple.
He licked his way to her other breast, letting his hands pleasure her wet flesh. Her nipples were so sensitive and she moaned as she wriggled her body between his legs in arousal.
"Monique, may I, c..ca ...can I lick you? Let me tongue your pretty pussy."
Shivering in response, she pulled away to climb onto the bed after she kicked off her shoes. The thud they made when they hit the floor stunned both of them. It was like a door slammed closed and there was no turning back from what they were about to do.
She lay back on her pillows, smiling seductively as her young lover joined her. She shot one leg straight in the air and pulling on the toe of the stocking, slowly unveiled the smooth beauty of her long legs; she tossed the silk into his face with a teasing laugh, then did it again with the other stocking.
In a burst of fury Ben dove into the naked playmate. He started with her now familiar nipples and began to lick a path to her dripping wetness. She spread her legs for him, quivering with anticipation as he finally reached her pussy. Hesitantly, hands on her thighs, he touched her lightly with his tongue. As she encouraged him with sighs, he licked again, and then again with determination.
"Oh, yes," she murmured. "Yes, all around the little folds. Mmmm. Just like that."
His tongue wandered to where her scent was the sweetest, and he carefully slid in while she squealed in delight.
"Ahhh! Oh yes. Yes, lick out my pussy. Lick up all my juices."
He lapped vigorously, probing, tasting, and exciting her incredibly. She writhed uncontrollably on the bed, begging for more. Bolder now, he spread her legs wide, exposing her completely, and began to feast again.
"Yes! Upwards just a bit, find my clit. Yes, it's right at-Ohhh!" as his clever tongue pounced.
He left her throbbing clit briefly to slather moisture all around her pussy and then attacked it again.
"Mmmm, Ben. I love, oh, ah, yes, finger my pussy, oh, god, lick me!"
He smiled nervously but with determination and trailed a finger around her opening. Carefully, he slid into her drenched hole, and as she moaned, added another.
He fucked her with two fingers while he pleasured her clit. He thrilled when her cries increased in volume and intensity, her body thrashing on the bed. He sped up his penetration and became almost rough on her clitoris; he heard her whimper and felt her clench and shudder under his mouth. He kept licking, a bit unsure, but as she jerked in sensitivity he stopped.
"Ben, oh God, that was incredible."
He climbed up next to her, kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips. She wrapped her arms around him and he almost crushed her in his excitement. He was hugely aroused and at the proper angle for penetration.
"Make love to me."
"Now, Ben. Balance yourself on your hands and knees. Slide your beautiful cock in me and take me."
He adjusted position, felt her hands helping guide him, and then pushed forward slightly, impaling her with the thick head of his cock. Damn! She was so tight, so warm. He tried to go slowly, but he couldn't control himself and forced himself all the way into her willing wetness.
"Monique-are you? Is everything?"
"Don't talk now, Ben. Love me. Love me now!"
She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips up high as he began a rapid in and out. At her caution he slowed his pace, taking deeper strokes. Much better. Her sensitive tissues couldn't tolerate much more stimulation. It wouldn't be long; she could feel another orgasm already beginning.
Biting her lip, "Ben-"
Whimpering now, she gasped as she gripped his broad shoulders. "Don't stop, yes, oh yes!"
Her head fell back, eyes closed as she felt herself go, moaning, calling his name. Grunting now, he pummeled harder until he felt her clench and spasm round him.
"Fuck!" He roared as he followed, his seed splattering into her, and he continued to slowly move his hips before laying his head next to hers.
Still wrapped tightly together, still shaking, both were lightly covered in perspiration. They felt their heartbeats thudding in unison, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
Ben rolled carefully onto his left side, still embracing, wanting to keep her with him. He kissed her again, feeling strong, powerful, and deeply protective.
"Thank you," he murmured.
"I think," she said, snuggling happily, feeling protected, loved, "that the pleasure has truly been mine. But I only wish-"
"I wish you would stay here with me all night. It would be wonderful to wake up together, in each other's arms. That is if we get any sleep," A wicked smile came over her face and she looked at him with half-closed eyes. "There are so many other things we need to try."
Ben wrapped her in his arms as they lay face to face on their sides and they kissed, gently at first, light little butterflies flickering over Monique's pale soft face. He breathed in the scent of her hair. His lips brushed against hers and her pink tongue darted out. He continued his rapid teasing, kissing all over her cheeks and ears and throat. Monique sighed melodiously. His lips passed hers again and again her sweet tongue shot out; this time it pried open his lips and dug deep into his mouth. Now they were kissing wildly, eagerly consuming each other and writhing against each other's body.
Her slender finger tips glided down his back. The touch was so light yet full of an electric charge. He could feel the tips slide down his ass and reach between his legs and tickle his balls. He swooned as they came around his front and down his belly. Her hand gently but firmly stroked his shaft and it immediately sprang to life.
"Is that for me?" she giggled breathlessly.
He responded by pushing her onto her back and impaling her. Her vagina was around his penis like a tight, warm, slippery glove. He sucked in air then rammed in deep and hard.
Monique's body arched and her head snapped back. She let out a scream followed by a series of deep groans.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked in a panicky voice, starting to pull out.
"Uh-ahhhhhh...no....", she whispered. "Oh, baby, don't stop!"
Monique pulled him down to her and looked deep into his deep, blue, ocean of eyes. She slowly began to make love to him, keeping her eyes locked on his. Her eyelids fluttered as the tip of his cock pushed all the way inside of her. She pulled his torso to hers, and she shuddered at the warmth emanating from his body. She was filled with love for his cock, as he gave himself over to her: his body, his innocence, his love. They struggled to hold onto each other as their bodies slipped, becoming sweaty in their fervent passion.
Monique was stroking his sides with her bare feet, sending even more waves of pleasure into him.
He awkwardly and gently kissed her neck and whispered, "I love you, Monique" in her ear. He kissed her cheek. She was so touched that she began to cry. She held him tightly against her and whispered back, "You're so sweet Ben." He pushed into her slowly and deeply. Their bodies were as close as possible, each squeezing the other almost to the point of being painful. He unleashed the full force of his passion upon her. She held onto him, her nails raking across the skin on his back.
Suddenly he stopped, his legs were tensed, his mind felt like it exploded into oblivion as the surge of pleasure quaked through his body and he held Monique as tightly as he was able. He felt the release and he whimpered into her ear softly. She felt his body heave against her in his moment of climax. He was so vulnerable, so tender. She held him closer (if it was possible) as he collapsed onto her. He panted. Rolling over onto his back, he took her into his arms and she snuggled up against him. They both basked in the warmth of each other's love as they looked into each other's eyes and kissed slowly, sweating and gasping for breath.
Ben sat up and pulled her legs out straight and pulled her arms straight out over her head. He just wanted to gaze at sensuous goddess spread out before him.
He looked down at her body glistening with the sweet sweat of their sexual exertions. She gazed at him with her half-closed eyes and a blissful trusting look on her face. Then she giggled and wiggled her toes. Ben reached down and kissed each toe and Monique squirmed and writhed with delight. Her laughter was silly and sexy at the same time.
Slowly he began to massage her feet, seeming to seek out each muscle, each bone, each layer of flesh and giving every inch of her special attention, digging in firmly with his hands. He had never massaged a girl before but Monique's warm body was so irresistible and every touch sent a charge through him and started the process of reawakening his shaft.
His fingers worked up her ankles, her calves; he spent a long time stroking and her inner thighs, teasing her. He ran circles over her flat belly and then his fingers found her ribs and drew firm lines up to her creamy breasts.
Monique sighed as he drew circles around each lush mound and then spiraled up to the nipples standing erect and eager. He squeezed the two delicious breasts together and covered her left nipple with his mouth.
Ben was sucking as much of her flesh into him as he could. She felt her breast being pulled in and nibbled and his tongue flicking rapidly over the nipple. She groaned and arched her back to feed him more. He came up for air, gasping but immediately attacked the other breast with the same treatment.
Monique was shaking with pleasure and moaned when he stopped but then sighed with satisfaction when he continued his firm and deep massage over her chest.
Then he flipped her over and began to knead her plump rear. He was almost hypnotized by the beauty of her skin as he stared at the expanse of nude flesh across her lovely shoulders and down her back. Her pretty ass was turning pink from the pleasurable manhandling. Now his hands were working up her spine, again searching out every bone, every muscles, like he was memorizing her body with his hands. He massaged her head and she turned over again and his fingers delicately massaged her lovely face, drawing circles around her eyes.
Finally his fingers ended up in her mouth and she sucked them avidly while signaling her arousal with her eyes.
Monique's eyes were wide and gleaming. The deep brown seemed endless, a tunnel into her soul and as he fell into those eyes he felt his whole body engulfed by her lust. Her sweet tongue was taunting his fingers, rolling and writhing over them, covering them with her moisture.
Smiling her wicked and angelic smile, Monique took his hand from her mouth and with excruciating care she slowly used his hands to draw a wet line down her torso past her navel and finally at the very edge of her throbbing pussy.
She whispered softly, "I want your fingers in me. Please put your fingers in me."
Ben complied eagerly tickling her lips and clit at the same time. Monique was writhing and trashing under his hand; her hips flew up into him and she pounded the bed with her sweet ass. She screamed with joy as her body slammed up and down on the bed. Abruptly her spine snapped straight and her head flipped back tossing her golden hair in the air. Her thighs squeezed against his hand and she rattled as glorious spasms overtook her.
Like a tide going out, her orgasm slowly diminished until she just lay there whimpering meekly.
Ben lay down next to her. "You are beautiful," he whispered.
She had turned her head and his lips brushed hers, "thank you for being so nice," he cried.
Monique looked into his blue eyes and started to wilt. Ben leaned in again to kiss her. This time their lips met and her mouth opened.
He panicked. She's getting ready again, he thought as her hands came up around his back and pulled him closer. He hesitated before letting his tongue creep into her mouth. His cock lurched when her mouth and tongue welcomed him.
Her sweet breasts were pushed hard against him, her hands were stroking his back, her tongue was active in his mouth. His cock responded, it stood up hard. He could feel it jammed between their bodies.
Monique too could feel Ben's cock growing harder and pushing into her stomach. His is insatiable she thought, as her pussy tingled with anticipation. She held him tight and ran her hands down his backside pulling him hard against her so she could check out his erection.
Ben felt her hands on his bottom. If she can do that so can I, he thought. He ran his hands up under her arms. He wanted to play with her breasts again but their bodies were close together and it was too difficult.
Monique realized what Ben wanted but squeezed him tighter to tease him. He moved his hands up her back to her neck. Holding her head in his hands, he used every kissing technique he had learned from his few girlfriends.
He ran his hands down to her butt. Monique smiled dreamily, this young stallion's really getting horny. She shivered when his hand touched the cheeks of her backside.
Ben lay there facing her with his hands on her bare backside with his cock pushed hard against her stomach. He kept kissing her, his lips sliding from her mouth to her neck.
Monique had to push him away for a moment so she could catch her breath. As soon as their bodies separated he saw her lush breasts spread out and offer themselves.
"I love these," he groaned as he lifted them in his hands. When she did not object, he ran his fingers under them and moved up to play with her nipples. Her nipples stood out like golf tees. He held them between his finger and thumb rolling them lightly, reveling in the sensation of possessing such a beautiful captive.
He gently rolled her nipples between finger and thumb, gasping, as he felt them grow hard.
His heart beat wildly as he kissed down to lick around a nipple. He smiled and took more of her breast in his mouth when he heard her groan of pleasure.
He was breathing heavy, using his tongue and mouth.
He gripped her nipple between his teeth pulling it until she groaned.
Monique could not believe how Ben's tongue licking her nipples was turning her on. She relaxed and enjoyed the gentle suck of his warm wet mouth.
He surprised her by stopping. She watched as he held her breasts in his hands and looked at them. Slowly his long tongue licked up from under her nipple causing the most exquisite feeling in her pussy.
Her body jolted as a mini orgasm hit her. "Oh my God," she whispered. She ran her hands through his hair and held his head. She had never had an orgasm caused by a man kissing her breasts. She shook her head, not just her breasts. In all her lovemaking, she had never become so hot and agitated from any man's mouth.
Ben grunted when her hands ran through his hair and held him by the ears. He held his breath waiting to see what she would do. He gasped for air when she moved his mouth to her other nipple. "Do them both darling," she moaned, "do them both."
Monique moved her legs wide inviting him to run his hands up her legs and caress her pussy. She was very wet and her pussy itched for his fingers or his cock again.
She was putty in his hands. Lying nude on the satin sheets, she was prepared to do anything he wanted to do. "Yes anything," she whispered as his head bobbed up and down sucking her nipple. Monique pulled his head down to her breasts, "yes anything."
She squirmed down, wriggling her sweaty hot body against his; she stretched her arm so her hands could reach his cock.
Ben held his breath as Monique slid her slender hand down and inspected his angry rod. He blushed when Monique looked up at him. "I knew you would be ready again," she growled as she ran her tongue out and licked her lips. Her shapely hips were already gyrating in anticipation of the drilling she was hoping she'd receive in a minute.
Ben stopped licking her nipples. He watched transfixed as twenty-five year old Monique maneuvered her body on the bed until her mouth could close on his eighteen-year-old cock.
She started to lick along his shaft. Then her mouth opened and swallowed the head, taking it in, until he though he could feel the back of her throat. While she mouthed his cock, her hand started to move up and down his shaft. Her dark eyes never left his face as her mouth sucked him deeper.
It was only minutes before he felt a massive heat wave shoot through his body. "I can't ..," he whispered as he felt his come start to spurt.
Monique's mouth worked wonders, swallowing his spurts while her hands milked his cock until there was none left. She pulled back and smiled at him. "Did you like that darling?"
Ben bent down and kissed her on the lips. "I can't wait until you do it again."
Monique laughed, "You are a naughty boy! Now lover, it's your turn, kiss me," she groaned.
Ben looked at her pussy and he gingerly ran his fingers over the moist patch of hair. Monique could not wait. She took his hand and pushed it down on her pussy. "Open it with you fingers, and then kiss it," she whispered.
Ben found her slit and slipped his finger inside. It was warm and wet. His cock immediately grew hard and erect. "I want to fuck you," he growled.
"Kiss me first," Monique moaned. "Then we can fuck all, all night."
Ben held her pussy lips open and saw a little white nub behind some flaps of skin. He ran his finger up to the nub and caressed it lightly. His tongue followed his finger. He licked the little nub as if he was licking an ice cream. Immediately Monique's body bucked up into his face. Her hands grabbed his head. A low moan escaped from her mouth.
Ben felt her reaction and realized that he had done something she liked, so he did it again and again. Every time his tongue touched the little erect nub, Monique's body jolted up against his face. He kept it up, flinching as her fingernails gripped him tight.
She started to whine when what was obviously an orgasm hit her. Her reactions made his cock harder. It felt as though it was about to explode. He tried to push up and watch her body as its jolting intensified.
Without any warning, Monique grabbed his head and pulled him back into her pussy. Her legs came up around his ears and squeezed him tight.
He found it hard to breath. His nose was now in her pussy surrounded by the smell and taste of her juice.
Ben leaned back gasping for air and looked at Monique. She was flushed. She was breathing heavy, her mouth hung open. She was hot. He felt his cock move and looked down. It was standing out as if straining to reach her. Now, he though, now.
His cock slipped into her and she moaned and thrust into him eagerly. In fact, she rolled him onto his back and kneeled astride his hips. Her weight shoved her brutally down onto his shaft; like a steel battering ram it rushed deep into her smashing her insides with bolts of ecstasy
Monique's body twisted and writhed, impaled on his shaft; she was screwing the rod deep inside her. Then she paused and her head dropped back, draping her lovely hair down her shoulders and spine. She cupped her breasts as if to hold in the paradise growing inside her. Her mouth was open in a silent cry of bliss and her eyes were closed tight but lights were bursting all through her trembling body.
Monique held her body stiff quivering into the electric throb of his shaft, savoring the pulsing beating within her. All her muscles and nerves were tightly coiled around his cock.
Rising slowing up off her knees, she let her pussy lips slurp along the cock torturing him with pleasure. Then she floated down, flooding his shaft with her hot juices. Up and down she danced, ever so slowly at first, more and more heat burning between them.
Quietly the pace quickened; she began to moan and whimper; he kept thrusting. Soon she was bucking and thrashing like a ravenous beast. Her hair twisted and bopped rhythmically; and her eyes remained tightly shut in the glory of her bliss. She locked her thighs around him as he grabbed her slender waist.
Suddenly a conflagration exploded inside her; a lighting bolt shot out of the tip of his shaft and burst inside her skull, Behind her closed eyelids she saw red, then yellow, then white. Salvo after salvo blasted up her spine, jamming his seed into her. She kept pumping as he drilled up into her, firing off another load with each thrust.
Each blast set of another outburst of warm liquid bliss coursing through every nerve of her body. Each orgasm burst out of the impossible height of the last. Monique twisted and thrashed one last time before her whole beautiful and delicious body froze in hot fire and she fell forward. They trembled together as their ecstasy spiraled down. They eased into blissful dreams as their breath slowly returned.
Monique awoke an hour later and looked up into the satisfied smile on his sleeping face. She turned her pretty eyes down and they widened when they saw his cock standing straight up. She licked her luscious red lips and squirmed her head towards it.
Monique St. Pierre was standing before the elegantly etched
mirror; she was topless. Her plump rear was visible under the
sheer blank lingerie she tugged up so as to stretch the flimsy
fabric over each cheek accentuating their tight round shape. She
looked at her bottom as she shook it playfully at the