I awoke Monday morning to the incredible sight and feeling of Dottie's mouth wrapped around my dick. Her lips slid slowly halfway down the diamond-hard shaft, paused, then worked their way back up to the head. She repeated the pattern slowly, her tongue in constant motion. Her right hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, her left carefully massaged my balls. She rose up again and pulled her mouth off my dick and gave the frenulum a long, soft lick. She put just the head in her mouth and lashed her tongue back and forth, then let her lips begin their slow descent.
The feel of her mouth working my dick was exquisite and, though I was trying to remain still and not distract her, I gasped. Dottie looked up at me through her gorgeous brown hair hanging in front of her face, her lips closed around just the crown. She kept me in her mouth and smiled. Somehow Dottie, completely naked in my bed and giving me head, still managed a look and smile of radiance and sweetness and love.
She released my balls and pulled her hair away from her face and flipped it over her shoulder. She locked her gray eyes with my blue and started her slow descent down my rigid cock. She got halfway down again, paused, then pulled completely off. She smiled, still looking into my eyes, and tapped the head softly against her lips. She covered it in gentle, loving kisses. She had never looked more beautiful.
"I'm practicing," she said matter-of-factly. Her voice was music.
"I think you've mastered." My voice was grinding gears. "Please don't stop."
She smiled and rubbed my dick against her cheek. "I can only get about halfway down and I've been working on it for 20 minutes!" She stuck the head in her mouth again and suckled. Pulling off, she said, "It took you forever to wake up."
"I guess I didn't want the dream to end."
She began to slowly, lovingly stroke my cock. "This is really fun. I wish we could stay in here all day." She licked all around the head. "I want to be the best you've ever had."
I chuckled. "I don't think anyone will ever complain about your skills."
Dottie laid my painfully stiff dick down and slowly slithered her way up my body. She straddled my hips and sat her naked butt on me. I could feel her moist labia sliding around my shaft. She lay down across my chest, slowly moving her hips back and forth, stimulating my cock and her clit. She kissed my chest. "No one will complain?" She slid up further and looked me in the eye, her face just inches above mine. "There is no one else." She planted a loving kiss on my lips. "There will only be you."
She lay down, her face in my neck, her large breasts squished against me and sighed. "I plan on working on that a lot. Hope you're okay with that. And when we have more time there are a lot of things I think you can show me." She looked up and kissed the light stubble on my chin. I could never grow much facial hair. "When you get home later can you take me out to dinner? Maybe I can dress pretty for you."
"That would be great but I'm broke. Uncle Paul won't pay me until Friday. And we won't get Dad's money until next week."
"It's okay," Dottie said, slowly and gently sliding herself over my aching cock. "I have some left over. You would, too, if you didn't always just blow it on liquor and drugs and prostitutes."
"Well, a man's got to have his hobbies." I thought for sure she was going to slide my cock into her pussy but she didn't, just continued to slowly move on my dick, getting it wet and keeping me hard.
She sat up then, giving me my first full, uncovered and well-lit view of her breath-taking form. Her round breasts were rising and falling with her excitement, her nipples hardened with arousal. Her face shone with happiness and contentment, her gray eyes sparkling with love and lust. Her hair, while a little disheveled, was thick and healthy. Her slim waist and flat stomach led down to a small patch of hair above her pussy. I could see her small clit just poking out of its hood as it slid up and down over my hard dick. Her knees were bent and straddling my hips. She was now very wet and her actions were well lubricated. I so badly wanted to just grab her hips and push my way into her but that's just not who I am. Besides, this delightful teasing was heavenly agony.
"Wouldn't this just be the best time for Aunt Dorothy to walk in on us again?" she asked through labored breath.
I groaned. "Oh, please, let's not talk about Aunt Dorothy right now."
She looked down to where our bodies met. "Your dick is doing delightful things to my little nubbin' right now." She continued her slow ride, sliding pleasurably back and forth, back and forth. "See? We don't even have to have sex. This is pretty good, right?" She smiled knowingly down at me. Sometimes when Dottie looked at me, I was absolutely blown away as to how beautiful she was. Her eyes and smiles were two things that made the space between her and other attractive women seem like a gaping chasm.
"Oh, I think we do."
She placed her hands down on my chest. "It's hard to believe that the entirety of my sexual experience has been in the last 36 hours. It's all been a whirlwind."
I put my hands on her thighs, stopping her movements. "We don't have to do this, if you feel rushed."
She smiled and moved my hands off her. "Oh, I think we do." She continued our mutual stimulation. "Peter, I think we fit perfectly together. I'm a little bit nervous how you're going to squeeze this thing into me," she said, squeezing the crown of my cock. "Mollie told me that it hurts the first time and she said the guys she's been with were pretty average sized. Your monster is really thick." She leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. "You'll take it easy on me, won't you? I want my first time to feel good, not hurt." She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. "I know you'll be gentle.
We lay like that for a few minutes, with her flat against my chest, face nuzzled up into my neck. I had one hand on her back, the other lightly caressing her butt. I exulted in the feel of her perfect body against me.
It can't possibly be any better than this.
"Ree habba goder tool," she said with her mouth against my neck.
I laughed. "Come again?"
She lifted her face off me. "We have to go to school." She glanced at the clock on my night stand. "Mollie will be here in 30 minutes and you have to be out the door in 45." She peeled herself off me.
"Nooooo..." Anxiety began to invade my mind, in anticipation of my first college final exam. I slowly climbed out of bed and followed Dottie out of my room.
Dottie took Mom and Dad's shower and I used the one across from Dottie's room. I spent most of that time trying to will my poor, confused dick down. I'd been so hyper-stimulated this morning that I considered giving myself some relief but time was short. I needed to get dressed and out the door.
I returned to my room and rummaged through my closet for something to wear. I heard Dottie's footsteps outside my door. I turned and saw her standing in my doorway, wearing just a pair of lacy pink panties and a smile. She was carrying a short blue skirt and white top draped over her arm. Her hair was still wet and hung straight down her back. Her skin was red from the shower and glistened enticingly. Was there nothing this girl did that wasn't arousing?
