The Seduction of Arbione
This story is a tribute to a young beauty who desires to know the true touch of a gentleman…..
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I do not usually kiss and tell, but Arbione is a special case. She contacted me not long ago. She had been reading my stories. She said she wanted to feel the touch of an older man who understood what it took to make a woman feel like a woman. When she said that she was 26 and had only touched a single cock in her life once, I smiled. She said it was a six inch long circumcised prick and that it had left her wondering. There had to be more to all of this than just the in and out thrusting, tensing and muttered words as a man dressed and left.
She asked if I would show her.
I agreed to meet and to discuss it.
When she walked in, dressed in a skirt and crisp white top, stockings and sensible shoes, I smiled. I was certain she was lying. She was beautiful! Of average height, her sharp features, gray eyes flecked with green and thin smile that showed perfect white teeth could not have gone unnoticed for 26 years. Yet I believed her. I brought her into my home and led her down the hall to my daughter’s former bedroom. I waited for her as she went to the restroom. And now it was time to show her how passion could be built, stoked, fueled and burn. I looked forward to it.
Parts of me were already rising to the challenge!
We kissed and my arms pulled her to me. I could feel the matronly strapless bra pushing into my chest. With practiced movements, my left thumb slid to the seam, fingers reached to the other side, pinched, lifted and all of the hooks were undone. Those beautiful eyes flew open and looked into mine as I smiled. My right hand felt the lace of her garter belt and the straps extending down over the creamy white expanse of her ass, still hidden beneath her skirt. I squeezed her bottom and said, “Relax, you did not really think we would make love without getting naked, did your?”
Her face flushed and she looked down to my chest. She glanced up after a moment and said, “So I guess I should show you.”
“No, let me show you. Come with me.” I took Arbione’s hand and walked her around the bed to where the cheval floor mirror stood just outside of the walk-in closet. Moving her to face the mirror I looked over her shoulder and quietly said, “When you look in the mirror, you see every flaw, every scar every imperfection you have ever thought you had. I see a woman that is beautiful!”
Kissing my middle and index fingers on my right hand I gently touched one eye as it fluttered closed and then the other. “I see eyes that could steal the heart of a man and hold him captive in forever fantasies of love, lust and sin. I see lips, soft, sensuous inviting, guarding the gates of pearl and a mouth of such possibilities, tenderness and potential talent that I can scarce breathe!”
Pulling her hair to the other side of her neck, I leaned down and nuzzled her neck. I stepped up to her and while taking hold of her left hip pressed myself firmly against her. Usng the same two fingers, I stared into her eyes in the mirror as I slid those fingers into my mouth and then slowly traced a path down the front of her throat on the other side, kissing and nibbling down the back on my side. She shuddered. “See? You are not cold; you only need someone to light the candle of desire. You have within yourself, all that is needed to make it into a firestorm that consumes all else!”
My fingers slowly played across the expanse of her chest as it rose and fell. I could feel her heart pounding. I also felt her body melt back into me, accommodating the bulge of my manhood in the cleft of her ass. Moving my other hand around to her flat taut belly I whispered. “Put your hands on mine. Let me show you how tantalizing you are. You are a Muse, a Temptress. You are the breath of life the beauty of nature! Let me show you how to reveal that essence from within you!”
She placed her hands lightly on the backs of mine and watched as I moved my hands slowly over the front of her breasts. I squeezed and pulled her breasts together, then slid them lower to cup and press them together. “See how much larger you are when you believe?” Indeed her breasts appeared to have swollen. We both knew it was as much an effect of the loosened strapless bra no longer pressing tight against her and yet that did not lessen the magic of the illusion! A few more squeezes and the cups fell loose from their charges. I lowered my hands down to the hem of the long flowing blouse and gathered it in my left hand before sliding our right hands beneath the thin material
Her warm flesh felt as soft as velvet. I could sense her breath catch as my fingers slowly climbed the warm soft skin of her abdomen and took hold of the loosened restrictive garment. Pulling out and down, it was quickly freed and I dropped it to the floor at her feet. “Now, see what a man sees when he looks at your feminine charms!” I whispered. Cupping first one breast and then the other lightly and giving each nipple in turn a small twist; her nipples poked boldly into the soft fabric, lewdly sending out a beacon call warning of arousal and desire. I slid my hand slowly down.
As my hand began to cross the waistband of her skirt, her hand tried to stop it and re direct its path. She looked back over her shoulder at me and kissed me on the lips. Gone was all of the hesitancy. The tentative nature of our earlier embraces had been banished as lust flared within her breast! I did not reject her kiss, but pulled her more tightly to me, refusing to allow her to redirect my hand. “Patience my dear. In good time.” I smiled then looked at our image in the mirror.
She looked incredible!! Nipples pushing through her top,, the look of lust on her face. I watched as her hips moved back and side to side against me. Raising our hands, I covered the front of her breasts and hooking the stretchy top I pulled it lower and lower, a fraction of an inch at a time. Her cleavage looked so sexy, starting as a shadow and then deepening as the rise to the summit of her breasts was conquered. “My god you make me look so sexy!” She breathed.
“You are sexy!”
She took her hands off of mine and quickly pulled her arms out of the puffy sleeve bands so that only the single fragile band of elastic kept her breasts captive. As she placed her hands back on mine I nibbled her ear and said, “Do you have any idea how badly I want to see those breasts? To see with my own eyes how delicious you are?”
She shuddered and then pulled my hands down to her hips.. “I think I do!” she replied in a coy breathless voice. Slowly she then pulled the band over one nipple and then back up; then the other and back up. She kept the palms of her hands over the hard flesh teasing me and allowing me only the briefest of glimpses of her darker flesh! I pulled her hips back into me and pressed myself more firmly into her cleft. Then with a wicked smile, she said, “Say please….”
“Oh my god, yes! Please show me those fabulous nipples of yours!” I moaned. She laughed and pulled the fabric down and then cupping the bottom of her breasts, pushed the soft round globes together. They were capped with perfectly round dark circles out of which in the very center a button proudly jutted forward. They were not the nipples of a woman whose breasts had been used or played with much. In fact, they reminded me quite a bit of those of a young woman barely aware of herself! But this woman was beautiful, mature and she was intensely sexy as she squeezed and pulled on her nipples in a manner of lascivious debauchery that I doubt she had indulged in much before!
My left hand felt the tab of the zipper to her skirt and as I watched her play with her breasts, I slowly pulled the tab down and over the swell of her hip. She watched my eyes as I then flipped the clasp open. She reached up and behind her to hold my head to the side of her face and shoulder as we together watched my fingers push the skirt over her hips. I pulled my hips back from hers and watched as the black band of material slowly receded, revealing her creamy flesh and the black lacy belt for her stockings.. . The royal blue and matching black lace panties that barely covered the swell of her pubic mound and below appeared damp with arousal.. I smiled.at the sight of the little black bows on the belts holding up her stockings. Then the skirt dropped completely. With her arms wrapped up above her shoulders, she was the very epitome of femininity. The creamy long neck gracefully flowing into wide, strong shoulders which then tapered to a narrow waist before flaring out for hips prepared to bare
c***dren. Her long legs tapered perfectly and she even had a small thigh gap! I was truly in awe of her revealing!
My thumbs slid inside the lace elastic of her panties and slowly moved back and forth across the area where they were suspended between hip bone and pubic mound. She was the lurid embodiment of sexuality! My fingers played across her thighs as she turned her head and we kissed with desire and need fueling us with the passion of youth!
Before my fingers could explore more, she stepped away from me and said, “My turn,: Quietly she took my hand and said, “kneel down, please.” I did, facing the same mirror. She stepped behind me and leaning over me, kissed my head and then reached down and began unbuttoning my blue dress shirt. I watched as her breasts swung freely and I reached out and stroked first one leg and then the other as she slid a hand inside my partially unbuttoned shirt.
She had learned quickly! With a lacquered fingernail she traced one nipple and then the other, causing them to harden. Her handful of claws lightly carved scratches across the expanse of my chest before returning to the task of unbuttoning my shirt. Soon she had to tug it out of my slacks to get the final buttons undone as I undid the cuffs.
Moving behind me, she had me rise up onto my knees as she leaned to nibble and whisper obscenities into my ears. Her breasts swinging freely were many times more hypnotic than any magicians watch. Then she stood up right and pressed her stocking covered legs against my back and her pubic region to the back of my head. I could smell the scent of her arousal as she would raise a foot and rub her inner thigh over one shoulder and then the other. Then she moved a little to my right lifted her right leg over my shoulder. I felt the moisture from the thin fabric of her panty as she pressed it against me. She began grinding her pussy against me and the intoxicating aroma filled my senses with lust! I held her ankle with my left hand and ran my right hand up the outside of her thigh and cupped her ass. She moaned. I smiled and repeated the action a few more times!
Dismounting me she said, “I want to see your cock. Hold it, no. I don’t want to see your cock, I want to fuck it!” She said moving to in front of me.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. She separated her legs, though she had a thigh gap without doing so. The gusset of her panty was soaked as I pushed my lips and face into her nether regions and with hands entwined in my hair she pressed my face into her. She smelled so fresh, clean and virginal that my mind was flooded with desire to throw aside my plans and just take her! I wanted so badly to just go ahead and fuck the living daylights out of her. But when I heard her beg me to do exactly that, I knew I had to slow down.
Rising to my feet I lead Arbione to the bed and laid her on the clean sheets. Then pulling a sl**ping mask from the night stand I covered her eyes. Picking a long stemmed rose from the vase, I held it beneath her nose and she smiled as she drew in the fragrance. I drew the petals slowly and gently down over her lips, chin and throat, letting it rest between the twin swells of her breasts. Leaving it there, my hands traveled to her hips and when she felt them begin to pull on her panties, she moaned and raised her bottom. I removed them easily down the stocking clad length of her legs and over her shoes. I savored their scent before dropping them onto the pile of her skirt.
Picking up the rose, I began to kiss her flesh with it. The soft petals causing shudders and squeals as they circled her nipples, slid over her belly, circled her navel, ran up her side to her armpits and across her collar bone and throat. She was moaning for more and when I asked where, she answered by digging her heels into the mattress and raising her hips toward the ceiling. I smiled. I was wrong. She could be a slut. She could be my very own private slut!
Running the rose over her nipples again, as it travelled lower, this time it did not rise back after reaching her waist, but this time traveled a path across the outside of her hips, to the side of her ass, down her thigh, then over her knee the floral kisses spread along a path that was obvious if not direct! Her legs widened and I could really see just how excited she was, as the moisture gathered in the folds of her sex was more than just a dew, she was a soaking! She was literally dripping and running with need and lust! My flower desperately desired to give her what she wanted and more. But instead I played the petals softly across her flesh, touching, tracing the petals of her lurid labia with the red petals, now moist from her as well. When the blossom lingered at the top of her bare cleft and I twisted the stem, she shook once more, only this time her hips rose off of the bed once again and I marveled to see the thick streams of need well up and spill over the depression of her pussy and run dow
n her ass and into its cleft as she trembled a little more before falling back to the bed, her chest heaving as if just having finished a race! The twin nipples pointed toward the sky like miniature Washington Monuments, defying gravity with the bold pride and beauty!
Laying aside the rose, I undid my pants and pushed them to the floor. My cock eagerly tented my underwear out and the stain of precum was large and evident near the waistband. I removed them as well. Reaching down into the ice bucket, I quietly fished two cubes from the water, then carefully I positioned both of the cubes over her nipples. The first drops from each fell nearly simultaneously and Arbione squealed as the cold drops splattered on her highly sensitive warm flesh! I popped one of the cubes into my mouth and held it against my lips with my tongues as I now dripped chills over the giggling and squirming form of my young charge.
She reached out to push me away and her hand contacted my erection. In that moment she stopped. Cautiously she moved her hand back and found my turgid rod with her fingers as the cold melting drops began falling on thighs and hips. “If this is your cock… you are so much thicker than the one I have had,” she said in an almost reverent tone. I smiled as she began wrapping her hand around its shaft and giving me tentative tugs.
The ice was nearly gone in both my fingers and my mouth. I dipped my face down and blew my cold breath across her moistened pussy lips. Her moan made me smile. Her squeal as my nearly ice cold tongue delved into the folds protecting her precious button made my dick jump in her hand! Her hips bucked up into me, the fingers of her free hand grabbed the back of my head. “Jesus Christ, what is that?” She asked. I chuckled and then wrapping my lips around her clit, gently sucked it into my rapidly warming mouth!
For the next several minutes I gave her the female equivalent of a blowjob. I sucked her nub in and out of my lips, circling it and flicking it with my tongue as I moaned and hummed, turning my mouth into a seductive vibrator. After her third orgasm I slid two fingers into her swampy wet cunt, allowing my littlest finger to slide up and down the crease of her round ass crack. Each time my fingers pulled out, a trickle of thick pussy honey escaped and ran to her bottom. My wandering finger began working it deeper and deeper into the back crack.
My lips were still hungry so as my fingers worked between her thighs I kissed her on the mouth, knowing she was tasting her own need, desire and unabashed evidence of pleasure on my lips, tongue and chin. Tentative at first, she became crazed with lust, her tongue and mouth ravaging my own mouth as my fingers drove her to yet another orgasm! When it passed, she begged me to stop. I laughed. Then I kissed my way down and began sucking her nipples!
Her hand was now slick with my pre-cum and she was building my own need higher and higher. I had had plans to tie her down. I had planned to put a vibrator in her cunt and take her virgin ass for my own. I had thought of using the rose stems as whips and stripe her ass and thighs. As I sucked on her nipples and realized that the walls of her pussy were in a continual motion of rolling squeezing, body shaking quiver, I realized I would be cheating myself of near perfection to not feel her passion wrapped around my cock!
I turned her so she was lying across the bed. I pointed the tip of my cock between her glistening sex folds. And I pushed the thick head of my cock in until it felt the firmer wall of her enterior portal. I pulled back and smiled at the thick shining coat of girl goo that now covered my cock head. Her pussy was open and almost seemed hungry to pull in any stray passing victim. I teasingly plunged in and out a half dozen times, savoring the moans, whimpers and quiet cries my young toy gave to me.
But the ache in my balls was rising as well. I was nearing my own critical point as I felt the tremors wracking her body with pleasure and desire. I pushed in. And then I pushed into her deep cock gripping tunnel of raging need! Slowly my cock continued its unstoppable journey to the core of Arbione. She arched her back as the thick throbbing wedge of my cock opened her and split her open. She was tight, god was she ever tight!!! She was also wet beyond anything I have ever before experienced! In fact, as I neared burying the entirety of myself into her, I thought to pull back and found I nearly could not! The combination of her tight pussy and the displaced thick lotion of her need formed a vacuum seal that locked me into her and she moaned. I did not fight it. I pushed forward until my cock tip met something firm and my balls were tightly trapped between me and her ass.
I cannot begin to do justice with words, the sensations she squeezed into my prick! The rippling tremors, the tight squeezing pulsing need of a pussy being filled completely for its first time had sent her vagina into a state of erotic elation that had wave after wave crashing through her and building the experience higher and higher! The result was a vibrating, stroking and squeezing wall of sultry hot flesh continually pulsing and rolling up the shaft and head of my cock! I heard myself groaning as I stroked only the tiniest bit in and out, my body feeling her fingers now vigorously rubbing her clit where the two of ust were joined.
With a thrust that nearly broke my back, curving my skull back toward my heels I pushed every bit of me as deeply as I could fit it into her pussy. My balls twisted into deliciously painful knots of contracting pleasure as I knew I was shooting my cum all over the walls and flooding her womb with man seed! Her one had grabbed for my shoulder and raked down my flesh as if she were trying to shred me in order to pull even more of me into her core! With each twitch one of us had, the other felt it and reflected back the amazing hurricane of pleasure that swirled and crashed over each of us!
Barely able to hold myself up over her, I felt our ardor finally begin to wane. The spasms and tremors continued but became less intense and frequent. I felt the walls of her fabulous cunt begin to relax and in reponse my cock began to release its stiffening agent and need.
Arbione reached up and pulled off her mask. Looking up into my eyes with those beautiful glazed doors to her soul, I saw a girl becoming a woman in mind and in lust. She smiled, “I had heard sex could be like that, I just thought there was something wrong with me.”
Dropping down on the bed next to her and feeling her sweat covered body roll against mine, I leaned over and kissed her on the nose. “Trust me my dear, there is nothing wrong with you!”
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So my dear Arbione, would you care to go for more? Would you care t otaste what a cock freshly pulled from the inferno of your cunt would taste like? Would you like to experience the passionate giving of fluids pouring out of your well fucked pussy into the greedy mouth of a demented man.?
Are there women here who would enjoy the favors of an older man showing her the pleasures she has been denied?
Are there men here who would love to teach the women of this generation what passion is like?
Leave me a note if you have a thought or comment. Leave me a vote if you wish you could have an experience like this as well!!!