Continued from Part 1. Please read that first then come on back!
Kristin and I had slept together for the first time yesterday, meaning we'd fucked. We had slept in the same bed a few times but yesterday was the first time I'd really had her. And when we were done, I had her again. I woke up bright and early the next day and the sunlight was streaming into my room giving everything a warm, beautiful tone, including my lover's face. Her long, blonde hair fell about her shoulders and I looked at her with yearning.
We had decided to give into our feelings of love and lust and pursue a relationship, despite two major obstacles. The first problem was that she was 20 years old and I was more than twice her age. The second and more complicated issue was that I had known her parents Bill and Kate since before Kristin was born, and they remained my best friends. The friendship went beyond normal acquaintance, they were my family, which is part of the reason I had been wracked with guilt and worry all through my wonderful courtship with Kristin over the last few months.
But love conquers all, or so we hoped. All these thoughts, mixed with the fresh memories of our love making raced through my mind as I watched my girl sleep. My heart swelled for her, and I vowed that no matter what happened, I would put her needs and feelings first and try to protect her from hurt. I left her to her slumber, quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast and coffee.
I had started the coffee maker, cut some bread for toast and put out a little selection of jams and jellies for her delectation, when I heard footsteps approach from behind. I pretended not to notice and let her come to me. I had my back to her as I felt her body against mine and her arms wrap around me. I was only wearing briefs and it felt like she wasn't wearing much more as her nipples brushed against my back. I felt a surge of electricity run through me as her skin rubbed against mine. Her hands wandered over my shoulders and chest and she whispered in my ear, "Hi, baby."
I melted with her touch and put my head back on her shoulder. She was wearing one of my shirts but it was unbuttoned in the front. My hand dropped down and found her thigh which was circling around my leg. "Hello, sweet love," I whispered back. Her hand moved down my body, cupped the lump in my briefs and gave me a squeeze.
"Mmmmmmm," she uttered softly in my ear and I inhaled sharply at her touch. She continued playing with my cock and balls through my briefs and I let the sensation wash over me as she pushed her breasts into my back. The thought crossed my mind as to what I had done to deserve this perfect moment of peace and ecstasy, but couldn't form the words to speak. "Sir, I do believe you have an erection," she whispered in my ear playfully. I just groaned in reply. I felt her hand pull down my briefs and I understood that she wanted some play time before breakfast.
"Hungry, baby?" I asked her with a tease in my voice.
"You could say that," she replied as our lips met. I turned around and our bodies collided. She was naked under my big shirt and the loose clothing only accentuated her curves and the feel of her soft skin. I put my hand on her waist as she removed my only piece of clothing. "You're so hot, Mr. Bailey," she whispered with some urgency through our kiss. She pulled my cock towards her pussy lips and started rubbing me against her. We both giggled and groaned.
I flipped us around so she was against the counter, then turned her so she was facing away from me and I could enter her from behind. "Mr. Bailey!" she said with mock offense as I pushed my cock between her legs and teased her box.
"Want this before breakfast, sweetheart?" I asked her. I didn't want to be presumptuous.
"Stick that cock in me right now, Mister," she ordered breathlessly as I gave her my tip. She lifted one leg on the counter spilling a pot of strawberry preserve. I dipped my finger in the jelly and fed it to her as I penetrated her sweet young flesh with my hard cock. "Oh yeah, babe, give it to me...mouth and pussy...do it," she told me as I fucked her. I took more jam and fed it to her. She sucked on my sticky fingers and I held her around the waist as I drove my cock deeper into her.
I soon forgot all about the strawberry jelly as I felt the cum rise in my cock. I started ramming her hard and I was quickly past the point of no return. "Don't come yet, babe," she asked me but it was too late. I grabbed her round the waist and exploded inside her.
"Sorry, honey, I..."
She turned her head and kissed me. "It's OK, I understand I'm too hot to resist," she said and laughed.
"I'll take care of you, don't worry."
"I know you will," she said with a smile, turned around and sat on the counter. She took some of the strawberry jelly, spread it on her little strip of soft pubic hair and opened her legs. I knew what I had to do. I licked at her greedily and she caressed my hair in appreciation. It wasn't long before the jelly was gone, her juices were flowing and she was bucking her hips as waves of pleasure washed over her. I furiously licked at her clit as she moaned and groaned. "Oh fuck yeah...oh...uh..." she said as her voice rose in pitch and volume and she started to come. I would never, ever get tired of making this goddess reach orgasm.
She pushed my sticky face in her pussy as she hit her climax, screaming my name and wriggling around in ecstasy. I sat there on my knees in front of her as she got her breath back, gently kissing her flower. "Babe, thanks," she said and hopped off the counter, pulling me up. "Now, you go and wash your face and I'll finish up breakfast. Still hungry?" she said with a smile.
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After what felt like eons of flirting and playing games, the cork had been removed from the bottle and all our passion was set free. With all that pent up frustration and desire unleashed, we made up for lost time and had sex constantly, multiple times a day, everywhere we went. Kristin sat on my knee in the back row of a half-empty movie theatre and insisted that I give it to her. She hitched up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and I entered her from behind as she watched the movie. The next day, she sucked my cock in the bathroom at a concert venue when we went to see a band. We couldn't help ourselves.
The weekend after our affair was consummated, Kristin and I went out to the country again to take more photographs of her. I was a keen amateur photographer, my subject was exquisite and it was a beautiful day. The last batch of pictures I had taken had been a hit with everyone, except for the saucy ones which we'd kept to ourselves, and a few people had encouraged her to take steps to being a model. "It's not want I want to do with my fertile mind, but it could be a means to an end," she had said, then suggested that it made her horny to be photographed by me.
The last time we had done this, our relationship was in an uncertain place, but now there was no doubt about where we were. Again, we planned a picnic in our special spot and I snapped pictures of her while we ate. She looked like an Edwardian lady with a delicate sun hat and long white dress with lace trim, but it didn't take long for her to unbutton her top a little to give a glimpse of her luxurious bosom. I leaned over and kissed her plump cleavage and felt the warmth of lustful desire rise inside me again.
"You could take me right here, right now, Mr. Bailey if you wanted me," she said with heat in her eyes.
"You want me to make sweet love to you in this secluded meadow, Ms. Anderson?"
"I'm just saying that you could and there's nothing I could do to stop you."
"With only the bees and the butterflies to observe our coupling?"
"And maybe a few fortunate bird watchers if they chanced along," she replied teasingly.
"Do you remember the last time we were in this place, Kris?" I said, only partly changing the subject.
"How could I forget, Michael? If I remember correctly, you fed me lots of exotic food and then took advantage of my vulnerability but ravaging my breast."
"That's not exactly how I remember it, but in essence, yes, that was it."
"And you wanted to steal my virtue but I refused and had to take my glove to your cheek." We both laughed.
"I seem to remember you sitting against me..." Kristin moved over and sat in the same position as before, between my legs, her back to me, recreating the scene.
"Like this, Mr. Bailey?" she said flirtatiously.
"Precisely."
