Taboo

Keywords: Exstacy!, Ch., 07,

"Of course, you do not have to take part in any of these, if you don't want to. If you feel uncomfortable with anything we can try an alternative, or skip it altogether. And you can leave the programme whenever you like." The hand continued to move, pushing her skirt higher. Stacy swallowed, whimpering softly.

"We're going to start with something simple," Cornelius said softly, as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and pushed her down into the soft folds of the bed. "I'm going to have sex with you."

With some hesitation, Stacy allowed herself to be lowered onto the bed, raising her arms so that Cornelius could lift up the front of her t-shirt. Working one handed, his other hand still on Stacy's leg and pushing her skirt up even higher, he revealed her smooth, pale belly and the slight, gently rising mound of one breast. The hand on her thigh had reached the waistband of her knickers, slipped inside, and was now moving round to her crotch, groping between her legs, warm, gentle fingers exploring the soft, silky fur at her entrance. Stacy moaned and arched her back, lifting her upper body off the bed and bringing her naked breast closer to Cornelius's face. Looking down, she saw how close her nipple was to the older man's mouth, and she thrust her chest out the extra few millimetres. Accepting the invitation, Cornelius's tongue slipped out of his mouth and began to lap at her areola. The girl sighed and shuddered as her nipple hardened and he sucked it in between his lips. At the same time he removed his other hand from her crotch and used it to push up the other side of her t-shirt, exposing the rest of her upper body. The hand was wet from the juice of her pussy, and as he moved it over her body it left a glistening trail, up her belly and across her breast to her nipple.

Stacy lifted herself up from the bed a little so Cornelius could pull her t-shirt up over her head. Then she lay back down on the bed and spread her arms above her head. Cornelius let the small, pink top drop to the floor, and returned his attention to Stacy's body. Beginning with the valley between her breasts, he kissed his way down her chest and along her belly. Occasionally his tongue poked out between his lips to lick at her soft, smooth skin, making her squirm and giggle. Finally, she felt his hands at the waistband of her skirt. His fingers pulled the zip down before she could do anything. In an instant the skirt was half way down her legs, and his hands were back at her waist, this time ready to pull away her knickers. Stacy's flesh went cold. So far this stranger had touched her, caressed her with his hands and his mouth. But now he wanted unlimited access to her most private place, her intimate core. She shuddered and quickly reached down, hooking her thumbs below the waistband of her panties and holding them up as Cornelius tried to pull them off.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, looking up from between her legs and bringing his eyes to meet hers. His hands still gripped her underwear, but he was making no effort to force them off.

"I ... I'm ..." she mumbled, but other than a whimper, nothing else came out.

Cornelius released his grip on Stacy's underwear, and got to his feet. Slowly, he began to undo the buttons of the black, long sleeved shirt he was wearing. A firm, toned torso was revealed underneath, a few grey hairs on his chest and around the nipples. Nipples that were already growing to points from the excitement of Stacy's young body. As he slid the sleeves down his arms and pulled them off, Stacy noticed the tip of her tongue had started darting in and out of her mouth, moistening her lips then slipping back inside. Still, she kept a firm grip on her knickers. Without taking his eyes of Stacy's face, Cornelius dropped his shirt in a crumpled heap on the floor, and lowered his hands to the crotch of his jeans. With a quick snap he released the button, then pulled down the zip. Stacy bit her lip and stared wide eyed at the bulge showing through the man's underwear. Cornelius lowered his boxers, and his long, thick phallus sprang out like a jack in a box. Stacy's mouth dropped open. If that thing managed to force it's way inside her, it would either kill her, or give her the best sexual experience of her life. With her mouth still hanging open, and her eyes still locked on Cornelius's massive cock, Stacy slowly released her grip on her knickers.

Keywords: Exstacy!, Ch., 07,