Walking Home (Decadence and Candira)

Keith followed behind her, catching up so he could embrace her waist with his arms. He slowed her down to his pace, lightly dragging her back so she could feel his long cock burning for her; he snuggled his thick shaft against her ass, nestling it in between her buns.

As they neared the door, he reached out and found the garage door switch, pressing it. The garage motor whirred, shutting the door closed, enshrouding the two of them in darkness. Even though he was sharing the umbrella with her, Keith was still damp from the rain...but he was feeling warm thanks to Sophie being so close to him. He shuffled his shoes off his feet before making his way inside with her. He shifted up against her ass as he bent his legs and moved. He held her close to him, nuzzling into her dampened neck while his hand clasped her tummy. Another hand went up and cupped one of her breasts, clawing at a nipple with his nail. He tried his best to feel her with that single hand, but she was so big, that he had trouble covering her size with a single palm.
 
Sophie smiled as he put his arms around her from behind. He slowed her to his pace, and she smiled, leaning back into him. She held the umbrella as he shut the garage door and shivered as she felt his erection pressing against her ass. She grinned as he walked with her up to the door and took off her shoes as well, pushing them inside with the side of her foot. Once they were in, she closed the umbrella and put it aside, letting him nuzzle into her as he held her close to his body. She tilted her head to give him more access to her and shivered as his hand started to play with her breast.

A quiet groan escaped her and she leaned back into him. "Mmmm, that feels good." Her eyes closed for a moment and she let him continue to touch her this way before she started to turn to him, hoping to return his affection.
 
His wet clothes stuck to his skin, stretching alongside it while he felt her up. Keith decided to be more upfront about things as his hand slipped under her damp shirt, groping her breast, feeling whether she had on a bra or not, and what it felt like while wet and clinging to her skin. He gave her another squeeze, feeling for her nipples to harden.

The head of his cock was already protruding from the top of his pants, but it wasn't visible because his shirt was still covering it. He sensed her trying to find his lips with hers. Keith responded by diving down her neck, biting gently, while sucking at it. He then forced her up against the wall with her back still facing him, pressing his warm cock against her ass, sliding up against her slowly. He wasn't going to let her turn around that easily.

"Hmmm, feels good?" He spoke into her neck, cooling it with his breath. He then found her ear, running his tongue around its curve, before licking the loose flesh of her earlobe.
 
Sophie never left the house without wearing a bra, and today was no exception. She blushed as he gave her a squeeze, her nipples already hard from earlier, and the coolness of the wet material she was wearing. Her bra was more silky, less lacy today, but it still felt good to her.

She could feel how hard he was from the way he pressed against her, but she wasn't aware just how erect he was. When she tried to turn, he pushed her against the wall, and she put her hands up to keep some space between her and it. She shivered and groaned, still feeling the way his teeth and tongue felt as he played at her neck. Shivers spread up and down her spine, her whole body tingling in pleasure. "Mmm, better than good," she said with a smile.

The redhead moved against him, a little, trying to give him a little pleasure as well.
 
It was still hard to accept the fact that Sophie, who once looked so plain and studious, had morphed into what she looked like now over the summer. It was safe to say for Keith that she looked good enough to be in a porn herself. And she could most likely draw a bigger crowd than he could.

Her red hair was spread all across her back, facing him. Those curls made them look messier than straight. With her arms held up high, he went ahead and unrolled her shirt up. It was a little difficult to at first, because of how much it clung to her skin because it was so wet, so he had to literally peel it off of her like a second skin. He exposed her moistened back, noticing the back of her bra strap.

Keith went ahead and unbuckled his belt, shaking himself out of his jeans, which were even more difficult to remove than her shirt. After some tugging, he managed to get down to his gray boxers. The head of his cock peeked from the tight waistband. He slipped his socks off as well.

With his other hand, Keith then took Sophie's left hand and made her feel his cock bulging from his shorts. As he did that, he began showering kisses over her cheek while the hand over her breast gave her another nice, hearty squeeze.
 
It was difficult to think of Keith as a porn star. After all, he was her childhood friend. Sweet and protective. It was difficult to place him in the adult film world. But then again, recent experience told her that he was pretty perfect for that field, actually. Her curly hair was messy as he moved her arms and pulled off her shirt, though it was difficult to remove, since she was so soaked. Suddenly she was glad she hadn't worn white today. She turned a little bit to look over her shoulder, her hands on the wall, again.

She watched him struggle to get out of his jeans and socks, smirking, though he was faster than she thought at first, and he looked amazing. And then he was back at her. She decided not to turn around, letting him guide her hand to his erection. Blushing softly, she moaned as he squeezed her breast and kissed her cheek. She smiled and turned to look at him, capturing his lips with hers as she let him hold her there.
 
He steadily slipped his tongue into her mouth as she met his lips, groping her breast in circular motions, feeling for any nipple hardening through the bra. With his other hand, Keith continued to maneuver her hand over him, so she could feel how thick he was and how much he throbbed for her; his underwear could hardly contain his length. He slid her hand up several inches so she could wrap her fingers around his wrapped up package, moving up so she could feel the portion of it that protruded from out of his boxers like an overgrown plant. His glassy-looking, bulbous head yearned for her.

Sophie was his childhood sweetheart, after all.
 
Her lips curved into a smile as she pressed against him and kissed him, letting his tongue dance with hers. Soft sounds of approval escaped her as he groped her breast, the pink bud of her nipple hardening quite a bit. The cold wetness of her bra only added to that feeling. She kissed him passionately as her hand moved up and down his shaft, blushing softly as she felt the portion that stuck out from the waistband of his boxers.

After a long moment, she pulled away from his lips and looked into his eyes with a hunger that was rarely seen. She seemed to have flipped the switch from sweet to sexy, and slowly she turned a bit more to face him, still holding his cock.
 
Taking the lead, he let her turn completely into him so she could face him. As she turned, he gently transitioned, with his hand still over her breast while his other hand was guiding her. He played around with her tongue, coiling around her and swirling into her velvety tip. Keith then led her away from the wall and began to take steps forward, backing her towards her bedroom. The hand which was over her hand moved to her hip, where he felt her skin curve down, hiding under her jeans. His lips smacked against her while his head tilted to realign their deep kiss.

That look in her eye. It was something Keith hadn't expected from Sophie, and made him that much more eager to reach her bedroom so they could have some space to maneuver. He kept his body pressed close against her. His hand over her breast clawed down at her bra cup, bringing out her nipple, which felt so prominent and perked. He pinched at it with his fingers, then rolled his thumb over it to bend it forward before pulling it back with a nail, feeling every tiny bump and rough edge around her areola.

He moaned in her mouth, sending a low groan contained within their kiss. His lips spread and moved according to hers, and a little bit of their saliva smeared from the corner of his mouth. His cock throbbed in her hand, flexing its inner pressure for just that small moment when it chose to contract. He wanted more of her around him. "Don't be shy," Keith murmured between their kisses, nibbling on her lower lip.
 
The last thing she intended to be at this moment was shy. After all, at this point he'd seen her naked already. Nothing to be nervous about anymore. She let him find her lips again and keep them connected with a kiss. The redhead could feel the cup of her bra coming down of her perky nipple and she shivered as his fingers pinched it. She felt more aroused as he teased her nipple alone, but the fact that they were both wet and half naked (though Keith had a bit of a lead on her) and that they both wanted each other so badly was not unnoticed.

The gorgeous girl he'd loved since he was little was a full blown woman in his arms, and she was definitely ready for him. She intended to please him as much as he pleased her. As he led her toward her bedroom, she kissed his lips and closed her eyes, holding him tightly. Her free hand reached around him to rub up and down his back slowly, kissing him deeply and passionately.
 
Once they entered her bedroom and neared her bed, Keith briefly broke away from the kiss to take a step back. He gave her a stern smirk, as though he was about to do something naughty to her, but there was also a hint of sweetness thrown in as well. His arms crossed over him as he gripped the hem of his shirt, peeling it up off of him. The wet fabric stretched up over his face, clinging desperately, but it had to go, once he pulled it off his head, leaving him topless. Keith's firm, chiseled torso was in plain view now.

He then proceeded to undress her, starting with her jeans. She looked so hot standing there with her nipple hanging from her bra. His fingers worked on the top button of her jeans before unzipping them. He saw her panties emerge from behind the zipper, feeling his cock getting harder at the sight of them. With his hands gripping the top of her pants, he then unpeeled them off her like a sleeve. The denim stuck to her, so it took some effort. Keith's arms tensed up, highlighting the cut muscles cording up as he undressed her. He had to crouch lower so he could remove it off of her.

Afterward, his eyes shifted up at her. He grabbed her by the calves and lifted her, so she could fall back over the bed with her legs up.
 
Sophie panted softly as she watched Keith pull away from her, her eyes smoldering. She watched as his toned arms moved, wishing they had never left her. The look in his eyes was teasing, but somehow still sweet. It only made her want him more. Not because she thought it was somehow sexier, but because she truly cared for him.

She watched as the fabric clung to his sculpted body, much the way she intended to until it was gone. It was all she could do to stay still and watch. Letting him undo her jeans, she took the opportunity to remove her bra. Once he peeled the material off of her, she let him take her calves, gracefully tumbling back onto the bed. Naked but for a pair of black lacy panties and a pair of socks, wet, and horny, Sophie looked up at him, licking her lips. Her legs spread in the air, she waited for the one person she could never forget.

"Keith..."
 
The moment was almost surreal. She was laying with her legs spread out for him, and her bra was already off. And she was licking her lips. Keith took a moment to gaze at her, staring at her large breasts, her creamy skin, her red hair, and her gray eyes. The black panties she still had on stuck out from the light tone of her skin, noticeable, and got Keith just a little more excited noticing it. With her socks still on, it made things look a little messier; disorganized. It just didn't seem like Sophie to be like this, but it had been less than a week, and they were learning more about each other.

When he heard her utter his name, he looked straight in her eyes, smiling. He hooked both thumbs under his waistband and pulled down his boxers, causing his erection to wobble from its base as he stepped over his underwear. He always felt his cock was heavy, and he liked how much of himself he could feel using one single grip. He just hoped that it wasn't too much for Sophie to handle.

He crept over the bed, crawling towards her on all fours. He lowered his head down between her legs, sliding his arms around each of her thighs, pulling her silken-covered pussy up against his mouth. He sucked on her for a moment, sucking the rain from between her legs, as well as anything else her body gave off. It felt slick against his lips, and he liked how much his lips slipped against it. Then he gripped the slippery panty with his teeth and began to pull it off of her, resorting to moving his mouth up to her waistband. After some resistance, he slid her underwear down her legs, leaving her naked with her socks. Keith then exposed her feet right after, squeezing her ankles before moving to grip her calves. Now they were both naked, and Keith stared at her pussy before lifting his green eyes to meet hers.
 
Sophie felt her heart beat faster as Keith looked at her like that. She must have been quite a sight to behold for him to take his time like that. She realized she was still wearing her socks and her panties, and was about to remove those, but he came closer to her and took off his boxers. She practically drooled when she saw the way his arousal wobbled. She wondered if she would be able to take it all... there was so much of him...

He crept closer to her, and looked something like a wolf coming for its prey. Little did he know she was of the same mind. She let him position himself between her thighs, moaning as he sucked on her damp panties, the taste of her mixed in with the rain. She moaned as he played with her before he pulled it off with his teeth. Her wet, sweet pussy waited for him, the small, triangular patch of neatly trimmed red hair guiding him there. They were both naked now, the gloomy light of the stormy day illuminating her creamy skin and fiery hair as though she were underwater. She looked up at him, grinning as he checked her out.

"Keith...I need you..."
 
"And I want you."

Keith crawled atop her until he loomed over her. His dark brown hair stretching downwards towards her face, thick and messy from the rain. Some of it brushed against her face as his lips curled up at her. The spike in his lip moved alongside his smile.

He lowered his lips onto hers, closing his eyes as he settled his taut, glistening body over hers. His ten inch dick settled right over her red, triangular patch, extending up to her navel where the heat from his shaft transferred over to her like a curling iron. His tongue moved into her mouth, and he wanted to meet his want with her need. The throbbing felt in his dick throbbed further.

He nestled himself onto her, feeling comfortable situated in between her legs and arms, feeling her breasts mash against his tight chest. He took both of her hands, stretching them up over her head, while he lay on top of her, finding her lips, seeking more of her.
 
Those four words sent a chill down her spin, though in the most pleasant of ways. She watched as he crawled over her, her eyes staring into his as he came to her. Smiling as his damp hair brushed against her face, she let his lips find hers, closing her eyes as he settled onto her. The heat she could feel against her cool skin made her melt inside. She blushed just a little as she felt the sheer size of him again. Would she be able to take it all? She wasn't sure, but she was willing to try if he was willing to take his time.

The head that settled from her hot and bothered sex spread up to her belly with the help of Kieth's member. It only made her skin take on a rosier tint as she warmed up from the rain as well. She could feel him throbbing against her as his tongue entered her mouth and she parted her lips for him. Her tongue immediately greeted his, playing with it as he got comfortable, her soft, slightly sticky breasts pressed against him.

She let him guide her hands up and over her head as she kissed him back, a soft sound, almost like a purr, escaping her as she played with his tongue, her body arching against his just a little bit, wanting to feel him pressed against her like this. She squirmed a little beneath him, though not because she was uncomfortable. It was because she was so thoroughly being pleased.
 
Every sound that came out of her fueled his lust. He scooped her tongue with his, swallowing her juices as their lips pressed onward. His arms were outstretched with hers over her head, placing a lot of his weight over her torso.

"Sophie..." Keith whispered, moving his lips towards her neck. He sucked the skin there, kissing, nibbling her. He wanted the both of them to feel uninhibited. His hands let go of hers and swung back down towards her hips, where he felt alongside her thighs.
 
Sophie's heart skipped a beat as he said her name, the sound of it doing something to her that screamed for action to be taken. His kisses sent pleasure trailing to every part of her. Electricity arced through her as he started to suckle her neck, drawing a gasp from her. She exhaled sharply and arched her back, squirming a bit as he stopped holding her down, and moved down to her hips. For the time being she left one of her hands above her head, the other moving down to his hair, playing with the wet, thick mop.

She felt herself parting her legs a bit as he touched her thighs. Her body was incredibly responsive for lack of touch there for some time. His hands brought an incredible flame to her body. It felt amazing. It just made her want him more. "Mmmm, that feels so good..." she groaned.
 
Feeling her body arch up against him felt so damn good as well. Keith flexed his abs to alleviate the pressure of his weight pressing down over her torso since his arms were still around her thighs. One of his hands trailed down the inside of her thigh, towards her juicy center. He played with the folds of her pussy, strumming the tight lips before massaging it with two pressed fingers moving in circular motions. He did this while tonguing her some more, feeling another set of lips at the same time.

"Then feel some more of me," he gasped between kisses. With another hand, he took her arm that was above her head and swung it down to his cock so she could touch him there again, so he could feel her slender fingers over his swelling dick. Its girth was wide enough for her to barely wrap her fingers around it, with veins coursing along the side, and it was throbbing enough to support a very stern shape, with its bumps and muscle-like ridges.
 
She moaned into his lips as he tongued her, his fingers stroking her sweet, hot sex. Her arousal increased with each touch, her pleasure quite apparent. Sophie was very open to suggestions, and took his to heart, letting him take her free hand and bring it down to his monster cock. She wrapped what she could around him and started to stroke his length, moving slowly to memorize it and imagine what it would feel like inside of her. This, of course, only made her more wet than before.

Her kiss-swollen lips sucked at his bottom lip, nipping it before going back to playing with his tongue, moaning as she felt her desire rise. He felt amazing in her hand, on her body, against her lips, and at her core. She wanted more.
 
His fingertip traced the vertical line of her slit a few times, before easing his longest finger into her. He felt his middle finger slowly sink inside her, pushing aside folds of flesh that felt like small tongues. He hooked his appendage slightly, massaging her with repeated soft thrusts. After a moment, he let his index finger join the fray, widening his penetration a bit. His thumb tried to find the small bulb of her clit, rubbing at it.

His other hand went up and cupped her breasts, scratching at her nipple so he could feel how stiff it'd get with some teasing. The tongue in her mouth wrestled with hers, moving alongside his body's movements. After another smack of her lips, he began to nibble her lower lip, moving down to her chin. "Are you ready?" He whispered, slowing the fingering of her pussy to a painful grind. He slid the bottom of his shaft over where her clit was, resting it there, readying to pull it back and use it.
 
Sophie was about as slick as she could be as he slid his fingers into her, making her gasp and moan, squirming and arching in pleasure. Her tongue continued to dance with his as she was incredibly pleasured. The hand in his hair, slid down to his back, her nails digging into his skin just a little. Her hand stroked him a little faster, squeezing him tighter as she did so. She was determined for him to enjoy himself as well.

He was great at making her moan, however. He proved it by cupping her breast, teasing her nipple to the point of being rock hard. As their tongues did battle for dominance, she let him pull away and suck at her full lip. His whisper made her pause as she realized what was happening.

The sexy redhead didn't particularly care that he wasn't wearing a condom. She could cross that bridge when they got there. For now, she wanted him and she wanted him badly. "I'm ready," she moaned, looking up at him, her eyes burning with need.
 
He moaned from all the multiple sensations, from her body writhing under him, murmuring cries of pleasure. When the nails dug into his back, his shoulders tensed, like a wolf readying to pounce.

Keith gently put a halt to their kiss, backing his face away so he could look into her eye when he heard her say that. It was going to be their first time doing it, and he was treating it as though it were his first time. The fingers in between her legs slipped out, going around his cock to ready it while he shifted his body back. He blinked at her with his green eyes before lowering it down to her pussy.

It was Sophie's vagina. The thought made him hesitate for a bit as he examined every bump and fold in her gaping aperture. It was becoming surreal now, and at the same time felt so sacred. His breathing ragged, heart thumping, he neared the shiny tip of his member towards the pink folds, touching her, feeling her juices sluice around and soak the purplish head.

He entered her slowly, feeling everything grow warmer as he slid inside her. Slid inside Sophie. The pretty little girl he used to walk home with and had the biggest little crush on, and broke his heart on Valentine's Day...without realizing it. A misunderstanding. The pretty little girl which became the object of his burning animosity, and who was fun to pick on, even though he felt a little guilty about it in the process. Then she suddenly attained a late growth spurt, and now he came full circle, pursuing her once again, protecting her, now lusting for her.

The head of his cock sank into her. Keith edged deeper into her, breathing heavily enough to sound like he was gasping. His hands rested over the inside of her thigh, and they tightened. He was inside her now, and she felt amazing wrapped around his thick cock. He brushed aside wet folds inside her as he slid in deeper, closing his eyes, listening to her. Sensing for her to tell him to stop. He kept going, inch by inch, until he was literally buried inside her. He would go all the way unless she stopped him.
 
She felt him tense, her body readying itself for him, heating up, quivering in anticipation. Sophie stared up into his eyes as he broke the kiss and moaned as he pulled his fingers out of her, feeling them replaced with his bulbous head. As he paused at her slick entrance, she remembered everything about him--the good, sweetness that she'd come to love so dearly, and the bitter memories that made her appreciate what she had with him now. He was her protector, her lover, her friend, and a pain in the neck all at the same time.

She wouldn't have it any other way. Her grey eyes stared into those green orbs of his as he slowly pushed into her, the gentle tenderness of it all making her heart beat faster. He wanted this to be special, she could tell. He was taking his time, a rarity for him. "Keith," she groaned.

And then he was pushing into her, stuffing that monstrous thing into her tight pussy. She felt her body stretching to fit him inside of her. She closed her eyes and arched her back, her full, pale breasts pressing against him, the pink rock hard buds brushing against his skin.

She panted softly as he pushed into her her body twisting. "Oh, God," she whimpered. Her hands left his shoulders, going to her bed, her fists clenching the bedspread as he held him. "So big," she moaned, letting him keep going, the slow pace helping her get used to him as he went. When most of him was inside she had to stop him to get used to the size more fully. "Oh, God...Keith..."
 
He reversed his penetration, gently pulling back, easing her. He breathed out, feeling the walls inside her; slippery; wet. He leaned over her, resting atop with his hands planted beside each side. She sounded so cute crying out his name that he wanted to force himself in again. Was she a virgin? Virgin or not, she made it feel like it was her first time, and it made him move even more, gently thrusting back into her, pulling back when he felt like he was about to go too far. He slipped in and out of her; slow, deliberate. The slowness was becoming excruciatingly hard to bear. He wanted to go faster, but he didn't want to hurt her at the same time, so the sweet, romantic rhythm remained.

Keith lowered his head, kissing her, pressing his lips against her again, probing inside her mouth uncontrollably. His hips moved again; this time, he pushed farther, testing her limits, nestling that huge cock inside her so he could spread her walls wide. He grunted, clenching his buttocks to add just a little more pressure behind his thrust as he made love to her. "Oh, keep talking," he said, eyes closed, curling the corner of lips far enough to show some teeth. He continued to move, keeping a steady pace, neither moving too fast to seem invasive, or too slow to indicate he was stopping. Just moving enough to seem like he was gauging her, exploring further, yet feeling the strong urge to go faster, but when he felt that urge, he held back.
 
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