Teasing Steve Part 2

 Regular Becomes an Obsession

From the time that I first gave into temptation and screwed my nineteen year old neighbor, Steve, until he left for college was a scant two weeks but it was easily the most sexually active two weeks of my entire life to that point.  Steve was caught up in the excitement of his first sexual conquest as well as conscious of our dwindling window of time together.  He seemed absolutely determined to cram as much into that time (and me) as he possibly could.  He also seemed unable to grasp the fact that there could possibly be any time or place when I would not share his ardor so he kept me very busy and very satisfied.

I am not complaining, mind you, as I was coming off a long dry spell and never really did anything to discourage his advances for very long.  I also have to admit that there were days at work when I would get my panties wet at the very thought of my young lover showing up "unexpectedly" when I would get home that evening.  Still, it did interfere with the normal household chores.

On the afternoon of our "fourth day anniversary" I arrived home to find him sitting on my patio.  Doing a quick mental calculation I determined that in the preceding three days we had fucked seven times and I had sucked him to orgasm once.  Still, I managed to give him a friendly greeting and after unlocking the door invited him in.

Once in the house he did his usual kissing and groping but I managed to fend him off and said, "I'm going to go change.  Won't be a minute."

Steve didn't take the hint but followed me right back to my bedroom.  I kicked off my shoes and, noticing his presence, asked for some help.  "Since you are here, would you mind getting my zipper?"  Steve quickly unzipped the back of my dress and I drew it over my head and hung it up.  "Okay," I told him, "can you be a dear and get the bra too?"

He was getting very good with bra clasps and undid it deftly.  Slipping it off I put it on the dresser, pulled out a long t-shirt, and without turning to give him a look at my breasts I pulled on the t-shirt.  Turning toward him I said, "Much better, thanks for the help."

Steve looked disappointed and blurted out, "You are leaving your panties on?"

"Yes, I'm afraid if I take them off you will be trying to poke me with something and I have things to do."

Steve laughed.  "Okay, but I am going to do that later anyway.  What do you need to do?"

Ignoring his comment about "later" I replied, "Well, the back yard isn't going to mow itself and I don't have a goat...."

Steve looked instantly contrite and began to apologize, "I'm sorry, Debbie, I should have seen that and already done it.  Don't worry about it.  I will get both the back and front while you are at work tomorrow."

"You don't have to do that," I told him.

"I know, but I have a lot of time during the day and don't mind, I really don't."

"Okay," I replied, "that would be a big help.  But I still need to water out there."

Steve followed me to the back door and stripped off his shirt before we went out.  I grabbed the hose and turned it on then started watering the flower beds.  When I got to the canna beds that I keep to bring in hummingbirds I saw that there were some dead leaves to remove so handed Steve the hose.  After I had removed the dead stuff I turned around and he sprayed my chest with a diffused stream that soaked my t-shirt immediately.

"Ah," Steve exclaimed jubilantly, "there they are!  Looking gorgeous too!"

"Okay, Smartass!" I shot back, "You can finish watering the cannas while I go get a dry shirt!"

Steve grabbed me around my waist as I turned and easily held me.  "Don't bother," he retorted, "when I am done with the watering you won't need a dry shirt, or any shirt at all."

I struggled playfully to get away, without really trying, until he tossed the hose down and steered me back to the house.  Once inside he became very considerate.  "Gee," he said in mock concern, "we don't want you catching cold.  Better get that wet shirt off."

He had it around my shoulders before I knew what was happening and then it was off and I was left standing there in my panties.

Steve looked me up and down then grew serious.  "Deb," he began, "there is something that I have been wanting to try.  Is it okay with you if I do?"

"That depends," I started to say, but was suddenly swept off my feet when he put one hand behind my back and the other behind my knees and lifted me into his arms.  I instinctively put my arms around his neck and found myself being carried toward the bedroom with my boob pressed against his chest.

"You're not doing badly so far!", I managed to tell him before we reached the bedroom and he laid me on the bed.  He sat down next to my thighs and began stroking my belly.  He kept glancing down toward the pussy that was barely covered by my panties but made no attempt to pull them down.  After rubbing my belly for a bit he leaned forward and began kissing it.  Not sure where this was going I stroked his shoulders and the back of his head.

He kissed his way to the waistband of the panties, which was not too far above the lips, then sat up and looked me in the eyes.  Without a word he began to lower my panties and I lifted my hips to allow him to remove them.  He looked down at my exposed pubes then lowered his face and lips and continued kissing.

The penny dropped!  Steve was trying to work up the courage to eat my pussy.

Wow, this was very flattering.  He was trying to do something to make me feel good and I felt a surge of tenderness.  I continued rubbing his shoulders and head as he gingerly worked his lips down my body to the juncture of my lower lips.  The problem was that his position had him going in from the front instead of from underneath.

I let him continue for a moment then eased my right leg out from under him and over his shoulder.  He saw the improvement immediately and lost no time slipping his right arm and shoulder under my left leg so that his head was nestled between my thighs.  He was still just kissing though and, while that was pleasant, it wasn't going to get me where I wanted to go.

Realizing it was his first attempt I tried to let him find his own way until he had covered my entire breasts, lips, and inner thighs with kisses at least twice.  After an encouraging "Oh, Steve, that feels so good!", I reached down with my hands and parted my lips.  My breath caught as I felt the kisses on the tender flesh within the lips and when his tongue tentatively flicked out for a taste of the juices I softly moaned, "Oh yeah, Steve baby, do that!"

Steve did.  As his confidence grew he began exploring further and I felt his tongue probing my vagina.  I knew that at this point he must be engulfed in the scent of ready pussy and felt him becoming hesitant again as my juices filled his mouth.  Reaching down I drew his head upwards and begged, "Find the spot, lover, find the spot."

There was a delicious sensation as I felt the tip of his tongue slither upwards between the swollen lips and then flick inquiringly at my clitoris.  "Oh yes, baby, that is it!" 

My hips began to rock slightly as he centered his attention on the engorged little pleasure spot and I resumed stroking his head and shoulders.  His hands were caressing my thighs and belly and I reached down and led one of them to my breast.  Tender strokes of the rounded flesh soon concentrated on the nipple which stiffened in response.  His other hand found my other breast and both nipples were soon standing up and begging for it.   I laid my head back and closed my eyes as I felt the sensation of orgasm rising within me and when it came I gasped out a series of small sharp yelps of pleasure. 

Steve wasn't sure when to stop so I let him continue until his tongue flicks no longer produced spasms.  I drew him up from my crotch while sighing, "Oh God, Steve, that was wonderful!"

Steve started to wipe his mouth on the sheet but I pulled him over me and kissed him deeply with my fresh juices still on his face.  Looking deeply into his eyes I softly asked, "Thank you, Steve, what would you like to do now?"

Steve responded, "Well, uh,....can I, you know, put it in?"

I smiled up at him and teased him.  "Do you mean that you want to fuck me?"

"Um, yeah", he said turning nearly scarlet.

"Okay," I laughed, "so tell me what you want to do."

Steve looked back into my eyes and said, "I want to fuck you, Debbie.  I want to fuck you really hard."

"Better get your shorts off then," I chuckled. "It will be much easier that way."

He lost no time in getting the athletic shorts off and positioning himself between my thighs.  I guided him inside with one hand while drawing his face to mine with the other and whispered softly, "Ride me, Steve, slip in and ride me!"

Steve had learned a lot in just a few days.  Gone were the urgent stabs of a kid getting his rocks off in a woman for the first time and in their place were long slow thrusts calculated to give us both pleasure.  "I have taught him well," I thought to myself, then concentrated on the act that we were both performing. 

He began to get a bit impatient at one point but I used my hip action to slow him down and we got back into rhythm.  When the time of release arrived we were bucking and writhing against one another, kissing frantically between moans and breaths, as I felt fountains of hot semen being pumped into me.  Steve had had a good one and was spent.  I cradled him against my breast, giving him soft kisses, until he finally shrank and rolled off to the side.

The whole thing had taken more time than we had thought and it was time for him to leave.  I lay there still spread out and happy watching him dress.  "Better wash your face before you leave," I told him.  He looked at me quizzically and I laughed.  "We can't have you going home smelling like pussy!"  He turned red again but went in and washed up.

I knew that our time together was growing short so didn't even bother to dress as I followed him to the back door.  As we kissed goodnight I could feel his cum running down my legs and wondered how many more times I would be able to enjoy that strong young body.

Epilogue

Steve left for college a bare week and a half later.  Before he did we packed every available moment into sexual memories.  I even took a couple of precious vacation days so that he could come over in the morning and we could spend the whole day together naked and loving.  We made love in the bedroom, in the shower, in the backyard in broad daylight, and even once while I was bent over the dryer in the laundry room. 

He went from a shy kid that didn't know what was where to a confident lover that knew just when to touch what to give both of us satisfaction.  Instead of shyly asking to "do that" he progressed to telling me what he was going to do and then doing it.  I have always liked a man in control of me and Steve fulfilled that role well.  He had grasped the basics so I taught him variations.  There were different positions to try; there were forms of 69 to try, there were a myriad of places that we hadn't done it and  we tried to catch them all. If Steve wanted to undress me, he undressed me.  If he wanted me to strip while he watched, I stripped. Everything that he asked for he got, and I enjoyed the giving as much as he enjoyed the getting.

When his last day finally came I took a day of vacation figuring that he could come over after his parents left for work and we could spend some unhurried hours of fulfillment.  Boy, did he surprise me!

It was still dark and I was asleep, nude as usual, when I became aware of a lean muscled body sliding into the bed and pressing against my back.  I sleepily pressed back against him and felt an arm slip around me and cup my breast.  I stretched with a contented sigh then felt lips on my shoulder softly kissing me.  I was waking up but the sensations were too delicious to interrupt so I stayed as I was.

Steve traced down my back and side with his lips, kissing lightly, until he reached my behind.  Drawing back the sheet that covered us he kissed my rounded butt cheek and worked his way to the crevice between them.  After kissing down the length of the crack once he returned to the top and gently lifted the upper cheek exposing the area between them.  Lips and tongue traveled the length from top to bottom stopping only to swirl around my sensitive anus and softly probe it. 

My pussy was starting to release its juices as he lifted my leg, turned the corner with the kissing, and proceeded up the front.  Using his nose as a sort of plow he spread the lips making way for the tongue.  He was in no hurry and took his time getting to the pleasure bud.  Once there he took it firmly between his teeth and bit it gently while flicking it with his now practiced tongue.

My reaction was immediate and I came fully awake to the beginnings of an orgasm.  Roving hands found my breasts and nipples, teasing them to an almost painful stiffness.  I was begging for release when he moved a hand underneath me and slipped a finger into my anus.  The nipple rolling and pinching of the other hand, his now expert tongue flicks on my clitoris, and the swirling finger in my asshole drove me over the top and I came with unmuffled moans of pleasure, digging my fingers into his shoulders.  It took a long time to subside and left me covered with a light sheen of sweat.  Catching my breath I tried to draw him upwards so that I could fuck him in appreciation.

Steve laid his head on my thigh and looked up at me.  "Not yet, Debbie," he said with a smile.  "I love the smell and taste of your sweet, sweet pussy and want some more of it.  I promise that after that I will fill you with hard cock and give you the fucking that we both want!"  With that he dropped his mouth back to my pussy and began again.  His words had me excited before he started and I was quickly back to moaning and rubbing his head and shoulders.  The second one was not as strong as the first but left me ready for a little more.  Once more I tried to urge him upward and once more he took his time.

After a couple more kisses on my now tongue battered clit he left a trail of kisses from my pussy lips to my chest, leaving a wake of my juices to mark their progress.  The lips hungrily sucked both nipples before following my neck to my cheek then fastening firmly on my own.  My smell and taste was strong on him but it only served to increase my excitement.  I tore my lips from his as I positioned him within me and gasped out, "Put it in, Steve, all the way in!  I want you to fuck me, I want to feel you shoot your load inside me!  I want to give myself to you and want you to take me!  Do it, Steve, do it now!"

Steve had finally learned how to be vocal during our lovemaking.  He teased me a little with the head of his dick just within the lips.  "Do want my cock, Debbie?  If you really want it say 'please'!".

"Please, Steve, please give me your cock!  Please fuck me!  Please!"

Steve gave a low chuckle.  "I would love to, Debbie, But I need to know that you really want me to."

I was grabbing at his buttocks trying to pull him in but he was still teasing me.  "Goddam it, Steve!  I want it, I need it, Take me now, lover, please take me now!"

Steve slowly slid the head of his penis past the lips into my well lubricated vagina.  The shaft followed and I felt the pleasure cavern opening to allow his penetration.  Every nerve fiber was at a fever pitch of sensitivity and all I wanted was to feel that magnificent cock slamming into me.  Steve was still in a teasing mood it seemed.

He would give me several long slow strokes and then pause with the head between the lips while I frantically tried to reestablish the rhythm.  In the beginning I had had to control him, but now he was controlling me, making things last, taking me to ever increasing levels of excitement but not letting me finish.  "Please, Steve," I begged, "I need you and want you, fuck me now, hard!"

"This is for all the times this summer that you teased me showing me your body but not letting me have it" he whispered.  "I wanted you so bad!  You knew what you were doing to me and thought it was funny."

"Yes," I whispered back, "but if I hadn't done that I would never have finally given myself to you.  Wasn't I worth the wait?"

"Yeah, you were.  I guess we're even now.  So, are you ready to get really fucked?"

"God yes, Steve, I am ready!  I need you to fuck me, I need to feel your dick inside me, I need to feel you shooting your load in my pussy!  Give me what I need, Steve,  please, fuck the shit out of me!"

Steve did.  I lost all control as he repeatedly slammed into me, meeting every thrust of his with one of my own.  I vaguely heard myself grunting and moaning before finally screaming out when I felt the blast of hot semen erupt within me.  I nearly passed out from the release of passion and while our pace slowed we kept pumping against one another until there was nothing left to pump.  Steve lay on top of me a moment then whispered in my ear, "Damn, Debbie, that was good!"

I couldn't answer him but kissed him tenderly and held him.  As we lay there in contentment I felt his cum leaking out around his shrinking dick, trickling down the crack to my anus, and forming a growing wet spot on the sheet.  Finally we rolled apart and after another kiss and a few caresses I slipped out of bed and into the shower.

As I washed my body I thought about the summer, Steve, the excitement of teasing him, how the game had become serious, the really fabulous sex that we now shared, and the sweet release that he always gave me.  I dried off and went back in the bedroom.  I started to put on a robe and Steve suddenly asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to fix some breakfast," I replied.  "You can't keep this up on an empty stomach and we have a lot of the day left."

Steve laughed then said, "Okay, but don't get dressed.  I want you naked all day long."

"Yes, master," I said jokingly while hanging the robe back on the hook.  As an afterthought I added, "And thank you, master, for fucking me!"  I stuck my tongue out at him and headed for the kitchen in my birthday suit.

Breakfast was nearly ready when Steve emerged from his own shower and joined me in the kitchen.  He came up behind me, cupped both breasts and kissed my neck and shoulder.  I could feel his dick, semi-hard against my ass so wiggled my bottom up against him.  He gave me a playful swat on the right cheek then said, "Breakfast first, you can have desert later."

I fixed two plates and we went out to eat on the patio.  Sitting there eating in the nude we didn't talk much but did a lot of looking at each other and giggling.  The sky had clouded up overnight and one of our infrequent summer rains was falling softly.  I started to gather the dishes when we had finished but Steve embraced me from behind then turned me to face him and kissed me.  Without a word he slipped an arm around my shoulder and began steering me out to the backyard.

The cool rain felt good on bare skin as we walked out into the grass.  Steve stopped and kissed me again.  "Time for desert," he said while drawing me down onto the wet grass.  We made long slow love in the rain.  The eager frenzy of the early morning was gone and this time we fucked slowly with tenderness.  We were both soaked when it was over and walked back into the house arm and arm.  We shared a shower, dried one another off, then cuddled on the bed before dozing off for a nap.

There is not much left to add about the rest of that day.  We made love off and on, but none of those matched the sheer passion of the first one nor the shared tenderness of the second.  When it was finally time for him to go I lay there on the bed and watched him dress.  "Aren't you going to dress?" he asked when he had finished.

"No," I replied, "you wanted me naked all day and I want to be naked with you as long as possible.  I want to savor the feeling of you looking at my nude body and want you to remember me forever just as I am right now, naked boobs, shaved pubes, and the first woman you ever fucked.  It is the last thing that I can do for you."

I rose to walk him to the door.  We stopped at the patio gate and I put both arms around his neck, pressed my body tightly against him, and gave him a final kiss.  One last time I felt his hands roam my body, revisiting my boobs, butt, and mounds.  "I will never forget this summer, Debbie, thank you so much for the best experiences of my life."

"I know you won't," I told him while choking back tears.  "I will never forget it either.  And thank you, it was delightful!"

The tears that I had choked back ran silently down my cheeks as I watched him walk away and out of my life.

Submitted by Deb