Delicate Morgan pt. 2
I was so taken by her, and having so much fun toying with this cute little weenie that I didn’t notice that poor Morgan was getting weak in the knees. Just when I realised that she was trembling she said, “Stacey, I need to sit down.”
“Of course my dear.”
I gently guided her over to the edge of the bed. “Here,” I said, “why don’t you lie down.” When she lay down I climbed onto the bed and lovingly glided my hands over her sylphlike body. She was so slight, and her silken skin as white as milk. Urges within me that I hadn’t felt in years suffused throughout my body. I thrilled at the sensation of her ribs between my fingers as I ran my hands over chest, touching and teasing those enticing eraser-sized nipple tips, then down to her flat stomach and lightly protruding hips, to her temptingly slender thighs and that enticingly wide gap between them. I kissed my way down to that gap and placed my mouth over that tantalising little boy-clit and enveloped it with my lips. I could feel it resurrecting in my mouth. When I realised it was as hard as it could get. I decided to give her an experience she may never have had, until now. Now, an honest woman knows it’s not the size, but the positioning, that makes all the difference; and, she can do a lot to help that.
With that in mind, I said to Morgan, “I want to make love with you.”
“But, I…”
“You just let me take care of that. You just lie there and let me begin.”
I straddled myself over her and gradually placed myself onto her little, still very erect, penis and got it to slide into me (it was very easy considering how aroused I was); and, YES, I could feel it touch my clitoris! I began to move around on it, and Morgan responded by pushing her bony little pelvis against me. As my excitement grew she became more adamant, pushing as hard as her frail body would allow. It was wonderful! As if she knew instinctively where to focus that little thing. It felt like when I masturbate with a finger. The intensity grew and grew. I held her down by her soft, spindly arms as I gyrated over her meagre body. The passion grew and grew until I could stand it no longer.
“Oh Morgan, Oh my God!” Suddenly I felt this surge, this flood, of erotic energy rush through my body like a tidal wave as I exploded into an orgasm; one hadn’t I experienced in very long time.
I collapsed on top of her exhausted. She put her arms around me and whispered, “That was simply lovely.”
We quietly lay there in each other’s arms for a moment when I sensed that “it” had gone limp and slipped out. I then realised that she still hadn’t had “the pleasure,” so to speak. So, after I collected myself I got up and started looking around. Ah! There it is, a tube of lubrication (I knew I could always count on my friend Josie to be prepared). Then I looked around in some of Josie’s drawers, and — yes — a dildo (actually several, of various shapes and sizes. I love you Josie!) I picked out the smallest one.
“What are you looking for?”
“Oh little something for later,” I smiled. “but first, let’s make your little friend happy again.”
I climbed back onto the bed and began teasing her finger sized weenie. After a Iittle while I could feel it gradually begin to stiffen, at which point I, at first, lightly kissed it, and then put my lips around it and began to suck on it. I felt her tremble a little.
“What are you doing Stacey? It feels so — so amazing!”
Apparently this was a new experience for her. “I’m going to suck on your little penis for a bit, and then, I'm going to jerk you off. We might even use this if we need it,” I smiled holding up the toy. “Don’t you ever masturbate?”
“No, not generally,” she said sheepishly. “Sometimes I play with myself. And it feels nice, but that’s about all. I’m sorry if seem naive, but this is a whole new level of pleasure for me. Oh, oh! That feels incredible!”
I could see that her delicate body was getting warm as her pale skin began to take on a faint pinkish glow. Her tiny erection was so cute, barely more than three inches, but had become as stiff as a pencil. So, I moistened it a little more and continued to stroke her between my thumb and first finger. She began to squirm. “Ooo,” she cooed, “that’s feels wonderful!”
After a few minutes of her “ooing, and aahing,” I took the little toy (it was about the size of a hotdog, perfect for her), lubricated it and slowly and very gently inserted it into her tight little bum. I continued to gently stroke her precious little weenie as she writhed with pleasure.. Then I sensed her body stiffen as if something was about to happen.
“Oh Stacey, Stacey! I feel it! I feel it coming! Oh Stacy, Oh! Oh! My God...”
“Of course my dear.”
I gently guided her over to the edge of the bed. “Here,” I said, “why don’t you lie down.” When she lay down I climbed onto the bed and lovingly glided my hands over her sylphlike body. She was so slight, and her silken skin as white as milk. Urges within me that I hadn’t felt in years suffused throughout my body. I thrilled at the sensation of her ribs between my fingers as I ran my hands over chest, touching and teasing those enticing eraser-sized nipple tips, then down to her flat stomach and lightly protruding hips, to her temptingly slender thighs and that enticingly wide gap between them. I kissed my way down to that gap and placed my mouth over that tantalising little boy-clit and enveloped it with my lips. I could feel it resurrecting in my mouth. When I realised it was as hard as it could get. I decided to give her an experience she may never have had, until now. Now, an honest woman knows it’s not the size, but the positioning, that makes all the difference; and, she can do a lot to help that.
With that in mind, I said to Morgan, “I want to make love with you.”
“But, I…”
“You just let me take care of that. You just lie there and let me begin.”
I straddled myself over her and gradually placed myself onto her little, still very erect, penis and got it to slide into me (it was very easy considering how aroused I was); and, YES, I could feel it touch my clitoris! I began to move around on it, and Morgan responded by pushing her bony little pelvis against me. As my excitement grew she became more adamant, pushing as hard as her frail body would allow. It was wonderful! As if she knew instinctively where to focus that little thing. It felt like when I masturbate with a finger. The intensity grew and grew. I held her down by her soft, spindly arms as I gyrated over her meagre body. The passion grew and grew until I could stand it no longer.
“Oh Morgan, Oh my God!” Suddenly I felt this surge, this flood, of erotic energy rush through my body like a tidal wave as I exploded into an orgasm; one hadn’t I experienced in very long time.
I collapsed on top of her exhausted. She put her arms around me and whispered, “That was simply lovely.”
We quietly lay there in each other’s arms for a moment when I sensed that “it” had gone limp and slipped out. I then realised that she still hadn’t had “the pleasure,” so to speak. So, after I collected myself I got up and started looking around. Ah! There it is, a tube of lubrication (I knew I could always count on my friend Josie to be prepared). Then I looked around in some of Josie’s drawers, and — yes — a dildo (actually several, of various shapes and sizes. I love you Josie!) I picked out the smallest one.
“What are you looking for?”
“Oh little something for later,” I smiled. “but first, let’s make your little friend happy again.”
I climbed back onto the bed and began teasing her finger sized weenie. After a Iittle while I could feel it gradually begin to stiffen, at which point I, at first, lightly kissed it, and then put my lips around it and began to suck on it. I felt her tremble a little.
“What are you doing Stacey? It feels so — so amazing!”
Apparently this was a new experience for her. “I’m going to suck on your little penis for a bit, and then, I'm going to jerk you off. We might even use this if we need it,” I smiled holding up the toy. “Don’t you ever masturbate?”
“No, not generally,” she said sheepishly. “Sometimes I play with myself. And it feels nice, but that’s about all. I’m sorry if seem naive, but this is a whole new level of pleasure for me. Oh, oh! That feels incredible!”
I could see that her delicate body was getting warm as her pale skin began to take on a faint pinkish glow. Her tiny erection was so cute, barely more than three inches, but had become as stiff as a pencil. So, I moistened it a little more and continued to stroke her between my thumb and first finger. She began to squirm. “Ooo,” she cooed, “that’s feels wonderful!”
After a few minutes of her “ooing, and aahing,” I took the little toy (it was about the size of a hotdog, perfect for her), lubricated it and slowly and very gently inserted it into her tight little bum. I continued to gently stroke her precious little weenie as she writhed with pleasure.. Then I sensed her body stiffen as if something was about to happen.
“Oh Stacey, Stacey! I feel it! I feel it coming! Oh Stacy, Oh! Oh! My God...”
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