Sexy Stories-Amelia's Starring Role

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Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis was so full now he felt as though he'd explode. "Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!" he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else. Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement. Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with a determined look, she reached down to Patrick's shirt and started to unbutton it. Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over the bulge she'd thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it. Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick's other nipple, his entire body now sensitive to her every move. Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him. She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible things to him with those luscious lips! With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was the one who'd initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement that she realized he was shaking and - 6 - whispering her name... "Patrick? Are you alright?" she queried with a bemused smile. "Dear God, Amelia, you don't know what you've done to me! I'm an old man, remember? I don't think I can move." he breathed as he collapsed onto the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you won't have to do too much." With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to follow right behind her. "Here, isn't this better?" She held out her hands to him and pulled him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts. Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were having -- Amelia's mouth was drawn into a small "o" and her eyes were tightly closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. Amelia's eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting her hips out and opening herself to Patrick's exploring tongue. She wasn't expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows, which were atop Amelia's thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this game too soon...there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her to reach her climax. Read more: 1 2 3 4

Amelia's Starring Role (chapter 3)
- 5 - Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis was so full now he felt as though he'd explode.
"Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!" he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else.
Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement. Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with a determined look, she reached down to Patrick's shirt and started to unbutton it.
Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over the bulge she'd thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it. Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick's other nipple, his entire body now sensitive to her every move.
Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him. She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible things to him with those luscious lips!
With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was the one who'd initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement that she realized he was shaking and - 6 - whispering her name...
"Patrick? Are you alright?" she queried with a bemused smile.
"Dear God, Amelia, you don't know what you've done to me! I'm an old man, remember? I don't think I can move." he breathed as he collapsed onto the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
"Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you won't have to do *too* much."
With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to follow right behind her.
"Here, isn't this better?" She held out her hands to him and pulled him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts. Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were having -- Amelia's mouth was drawn into a small "o" and her eyes were tightly closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Amelia's eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting her hips out and opening herself to Patrick's exploring tongue. She wasn't expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows, which were atop Amelia's thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this game too soon...there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her to reach her climax.