Please - Don't Make Me Do It - Final Part Thr - Relatos Eróticos

Please - Don't Make Me Do It - Final Part Thr

... flinched and made her whimpering noise of pleasure. His finger probed and separated her lips, finding the cream of her longing seeping from her. He circled her, searching her, finding her. She felt the pressure of him as his finger demanded entry, demanded her total surrender. She tensed as she felt the tightness of her resistance forced into submission, and the hardness of his finger entered her. She closed her eyes as he worked his finger, stimulating her nerves and the flow of her message of capitulation. She swayed, open legged, unsteady in her growing lust. She reached out and put her hands on his shoulders, feeling the linen of his shirt under her hands.“I said keep your eyes OPEN Carol”. She looked at him, still smiling, the tip of his tongue between his full lips. “You are doing very well Carol. I am very pleased with you. Good girl Carol.”“Take off your gowns” he said. With no resistance left, she opened her robe and dropped it at her feet. She lifted her nightie and pulled it over her head. She heard his gasp as he saw the smooth female body, heaving panting breasts, curling soft dark hairs, the enticing gap in which lay his goal for absolute victory. He turned her around and with her back to him, he smoothed the tightness of her globes. She felt his hands on her cheeks, felt him pull her apart so as to see her wrinkled tight most private of entrances. He again pulled her legs wide and she felt a hand between, seeking her wetness, drawing the slippery fluid and ...

... rimming her tiny tightness with it.“No please don’t not there please” she gasped. He ignored her plea and fingered more wetness over her place, and then the pad of his finger was pressing for entrance. She tensed, resisting, refusing him. “NO, NO please don’t put it in me there, please not there” she begged.He stood and guided her towards the bed. As she reached it he pushed her making her fall forward. “Lie as you were when I came in” he said. She knew what her fate would be as she stretched out on her tummy, her tight rounded cheeks swelling before him. She heard the rustle of his clothing as he undressed, then the springs yielding to his weight as he lay beside her. His hands were again stroking, gentling her, making her shiver with the knowledge of his lust. His hand on her bottom cheeks, parting, feeling and then finding her wetness. The fingers again coating her then pressing for entry. She flinched and resisted, but the pressure increased and she felt the stabbing pain of his entry. He worked her gently, and the pain receded, only to return as he withdrew but then inserted a second finger, stretching her tightness. He continued parting her and moving within her, making her ready for him in his priestly role.“Stay quite still and don’t move” he ordered. He got off the bed and searched her dressing table, finding the cold cream of her toilette. He came to her and she felt the cold creaminess of her moisturiser as he gently coated her. His fingers were again inside, her ...