Becky, My Hill Country Redhead, #3
David has sex with his beautiful redhead, Becky.
Becky, My Hill Country Redhead, continued from #2:
With Shirley on the way home, we retrieved our clothes and quickly dressed. No sooner had I backed out of her driveway and parked across the street, I watched Shirley pull up in her car. I watched her walk in her front door and leave a few minutes after arriving.
As soon as she left, I moved my truck back beneath the carport. Becky straightened her clothes and her hair to make herself look more presentable. Blushing a little, as if embarrassed that she didn't want Shirley to know that she was sexually entertaining me, she greeted me with a kiss.
I stood facing Becky with my big, erect cock bulging in my jeans. Never has my dick felt as big and as hard as it had when I'm with my beautiful redhead. She stared down at my bulging prick that pushed out my jeans before staring up at me. Not done sexually surprising me as much as she sexually excited me, Becky stared up at me. She took a nervous breath and said something that I had never expected her to say.
"David, you're the first man that I invited home," she said, staring up at me before staring down at the big bulge in my jeans. "I don't know what has come over me, but I've never felt this way about anyone and as quickly as I have for you."
I took a deep breath. Hoping that she didn't say it, I was expecting her to tell me that she loved me. Too soon for that, I surely didn't love her, but I liked her an awful lot.
"I feel the same way about you, Becky," I said.
We hugged and then we kissed. We moved back to the bed. We were both ready for sex.
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Becky, My Hill Country Redhead, #3
Now that Shirley wouldn't return until sometime tomorrow, she took me by my hand and led me back to her bedroom. Something that I usually don't do, I relinquished sexual control. I allowed her to push me back on the bed. Instead of rushing as we had done earlier that day, I took my time with the intention of making love to her rather than simply fucking her. Not wanting to be like most insensitive men, being with her was more than about sex. I hoped that this was the beginning of love.
I slowly and tenderly kissed her lips. I loved kissing her. By far, she was the best kisser. She softened my heart and quicken my pulse with her every kiss. I nibbled on her ears and lightly kissed her freckled neck. In the way that she shuddered, I sent shiver down her spine. She wiggled and grabbed the bedclothes in erotic bliss.
Whatever I did, I did it right. She moaned with sexual delight. Instead of lifting up her shirt and pulling it off over her head, I took my time slowly removing her shirt. Unbuttoning one slow button at a time, I stopped to look what each button revealed before unbuttoning the next button. Finally, I removed her blouse and casually tossed it to the side.
As if seeing them for the first time, I marveled at the sight of her bra-clad breasts. I loved seeing her in just her sheer and sexy, low-cut, white, lace bra. With the promise of what it held; I couldn't wait to remove her brassiere. Yet, with us having plenty of time, not wanting to rush, as if she was an expensive Christmas gift to unwrap, I still wanted to take my time undressing her.
Once again, I continued to kiss a spine tingling trail down her neck, her throat, and down into her freckled cleavage. She shivered again as her breathing became somewhat unsteady. She seemed to enjoy my soft kisses as much as I enjoyed kissing her everywhere.
Not speeding up my loving assault upon her breasts, I felt her breasts through her bra. I fingered her erect nipples through her bra. Then, I reached around and unclasped her bra. Becky's beautiful, green eyes sparkled with lustful anticipation as I slowly slipped her bra from her shapely shoulders. Then, I removed her bra straps from her arms and her bra cups from her breasts. I finally exposed her beautiful, naked, natural breasts.
I stared at her shapely, naked breasts as if I had never seen naked breasts before. She definitely had a full C cup. Her big breasts filled my big, horny hands perfectly. I loved feeling the weight of her breasts in my hands. I slid slow fingers across her erect nipples.
I admired her firm, beautiful and shapely breasts. I stared at her freckles. She had freckles everywhere. I stared at her silver dollar sized areolas topped with stiff, eraser sized nipples. I had already fingered them though her shirt and her bra when I made out with her as we left the danced and I walked her to her car.
This time, I fingered her naked, erect nipples. I pinched them. I pulled them. I turned them and I twisted them to her obvious sexual delight.
I couldn't wait to enjoy those delectable treats by sucking them while fondling them. I lovingly cupped her breasts and began to lick around her areola. Avoiding her nipples for the moment, I sexually teased her. As if she was cold instead of being sexually aroused, I was fascinated to watch how her areola shriveled up when I licked around it. Finally, I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked it, first one and then the other.
Her nipple erected bigger and grew harder. Teasing her with my tongue, I switched my tongue's attention to her other breast while continuing to massage and fondle her firm breasts. Continued pinching, twisting, turning, and pulling her nipples before sucking her erect nipples. Seemingly, just by my nipple play, I drove her crazy.
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Then, surprising me as much as she sexually excited me, without warning, while she arched her back, her whole body stiffened. As if she was cold, she shivered. Only, she wasn't cold. She was sexually aroused. She had what was to be her first, small, sexual orgasm.
"Oh, David. What are you doing to me," she said in a whisper while softly moaning? "My God, you're giving me such sensual pleasure."
Her orgasm wasn't earthshaking, but it was a start of things to come. Continuing to erotically tease her, I traced little kisses from her breasts down her stomach. Then, I circled my tongue around her navel which caused her hips to move up as if she wanted me to fuck her navel with my tongue. She laughed because my tongue and my touches were tickling her as much as they sexually aroused her.
"I don't know what you're doing but whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it," she said with a little laugh. "Don't stop," she said running her fingers through my blonde hair. "Please, don't stop," she said again.
Then, she arched her back and stiffened her legs again as if she was having another small, sexual orgasm.
"I love how that feels. What you're doing is really turning me on. You're doing things that no other guy had ever done for me," she said lifting her pretty head up from her pillow to stare down at me.
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Feeling her beautiful, freckled body, my hands slowly moved up and slowly moved down to lightly stroke, feel, and fondle the sides of her body from the sides of her big breasts to her shapely hips. I continued kissing her lower stomach. Then, I unbuttoned her shorts and slowly eased down her zipper. I stared at the top of her light green, sheered panties. Showing her what was to come, I continued kissing her just above the waistline of her panties.
Something that I loved doing, I slowly undressed her. I lifted her hips and raised them slightly to remove her cutoff jean shorts. I left her light, green, sheer, bikini panties in place for the moment. I tossed her shorts to the floor. I stared at what I could see of her trimmed, red pussy through her sheer panties.
Ignoring her naked breasts and her panty clad pussy, I turned my attention to her legs. Starting at her toes, I kissed them. I massaged them. Seemingly, with her not expecting me to do that and, perhaps, never having had anyone do that, I sucked her toes. While touching, feeling, fondling, and massaging her feet, I slowly inched my way from her feet up her shapely legs.
I paid particular attention to the, seemingly, sensitive backside of her knees. Whenever I touched them, felt them, and massaged them, she wiggled with pleasure. Again, as if I was tickling her, and with her favorably responding to my touches, I found it quite erotically exciting to have my erotic fun with her legs.
Stopping just short of her panties, continuing to sensually tease her, I paid particular attention to the sensitive area inside of her upper thighs. From that point, she shivered and moaned as I began the same process all over again on her other leg. As if her body was a priceless work of art, paying homage to her nearly naked body, I loved touching, feeling, and fondling her everywhere.
This was similar to me giving her a bed bath. My dad was a hospital corpsman in the Navy and told me that when giving a bed bath, what he did was to wash down as far as possible. Then he washed up as far as possible. Then, he washed the possibilities. Certainly, I wasn't giving her a bed bath. I more gave her beautiful legs an erotic massage.
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