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- Feb 14, 2010
This is my first story, please tell me if you like it or not, and if not, please tell me how I can improve. Enjoy. 
A Secret Love
Celeste awoke with a damp sweat not knowing quite where she was at first. It wasn't her room, but it was a familiar site over the last couple of weeks. Glancing over with her crystal green eyes, she saw George, the middle age form of a man with little to want, a slight ponch to his stomach, but second glances would say that he exercised on a regular basis, as underneath the slight layer of fat, there was a mass to his muscles that couldn't be ignored.
He was the mysterious man in the upper floor of the apartment complex, a man with a taste for slightly younger girls, which was why Celeste was of interest to him. She was an aspiring gymnast, strong arms, thick toned thighs from all of the jumps and flips that were required of her, red hair and pale complexion. And she was sixteen.
Celeste was what you would call a normal although slightly closed off girl when it came to the social scenes. She had little friends due to her parents disposition for both being of the type to get high every other day, and being overly harsh on Celeste, out of fear that a potential friend will rat them out. But not George. He was gentle, always had time for Celeste, never pushed any problems of his own nor involved her in anything she didn't want to be a part of.
So it was what happened two weeks ago. She had recently been hit by her father, and she had retreated into the silent comfort of George, pouring out her conflicted emotions to him. It had happened rather innocently at first, with the soft touch, warm hug, comforting reassuring. Then she was naked. Then he was in her, then she was wrapped up in his arms and legs, the noticeable odor of sex in the air and the sheen of sweat drying on her skin.
Once again she looked over George as he lay there, his eyes softly opening at the sound of thunder, the recent forecast calling for rain and thunderstorms. Their eyes met faintly as George reached over, softly gripping her upper arm as he rolled from his position, laying her back against the bed, his hand releasing her arm to reach down to hook the undersides of her knees.
There were no words spoken as he worked his way back down on the bed, lifting and spreading her legs as his head dropped between her legs, softly licking her shaved folds with a few soft touches, each lasting not more than a second, just to see her squirm, before he set into her, spreading her lips warmly open with broad strokes of his tongue, tasting the delicate sensitive flesh beneath.
Celeste was amazed at how fast he could take her breath away, as she was soon panting softly, her average sized breasts rising and dropping in accordance to her breaths, her legs squirming as they were held in place by his firm grip. Green eyes closed as she felt the swirling twirls of his tongue as they were at her entrance one moment, then working up under the hood of her clitoris, never staying in one place long enough to realize it was there, only feeling the aftereffect.
George stopped a couple of seconds, just enough to look down at his 'handiwork', seeing the obvious wetness of her sex as it created a reflected sheen in the dim light coming through the outside windows. Apparently satisfied, he rose from his position, softly licking his hand ever so gently, before spreading some of his own saliva along his growing erection.
He was not 'hung like a horse', not by any means. In fact, he was just a bit shorter than what was expected, but boy was he wide. It was his one 'redeeming feature' as a few had told him in the past, but he didn't let Celeste reflect on the thought, as he smoothly placed himself between her legs, mounting her in one firm, yet gentle, motion. It was no doubt a practiced move, as he groaned softly at her youthful tightness, hilting himself with little hesitation, his hips staying there for several seconds as he let her muscles argue over the physics of it for a moment or two.
Celeste of course tried to brace herself, yet found her breath snatched from her in one firm outburst of her vocal cords, toes curling as her legs were kept held up, feeling his wide member seat itself into her sex. It took a second or two till her breath regained itself, feeling the quivering spasms of her muscles trying to push back to their original positions, settling after a couple of seconds.
George, always a man that likes to see the fruits of his labor, smiled as he watched Celeste's facial expressions of his mounting, leaning down to softly kiss her forehead before he started to withdraw and thrust in practiced movements, his hips rotating as to give the full effect of his girth along her vaginal walls, grinding the head of his cock along her walls to stretch her in ways that most ignored.
Quickly starting to blush in embarrassment, Celeste tried to muffle her outcry’s of pleasure, as she learned in the last two weeks that she was rather vocal in their lovemaking sessions, and even though the ceilings, floors and walls of the apartment complex were well insulated from noise, and despite being in the penthouse, she was afraid she would be heard. Hips shifted from side to side as she tried to escape his expert ministrations, feeling his length work her over quite well, as she often tasked herself if he personally made it his goal to bring her to orgasmic bliss in a quick and efficient manner.
George knew the value of pleasing his partner first, and himself second, for someone could just be in it for themselves, but have sex maybe once or twice a month. But if you left the partner breathless, then sex was much more guaranteed. So it was that he continued his rotations into his each of his thrusts, leaning forward as he brought Celeste's hips up off of the bed, hooking her legs on his shoulders, the sounds of his flesh slapping against her flesh quickly filling the room between thunderclaps.
Celeste, her mind very much taken off of her place in that darkened room, and the storm outside, bunched the sheets up in her hands as George set into her. Her pretty voice burst in a continuous outcry, her sex clamping down in powerful spasms as she was brought to orgasm as George made love to her, her legs tightening along his shoulders as she looked at the intent in his clear blue eyes.
George knew what he wanted, and he knew she would allow it, as he watched her spiral into the throws of orgasmic bliss, started to direct himself towards his pleasure. Hips sped up in their thrusts, at first paced and smooth, now rapid and strikingly hard, eyes closing in effort as he let out a few groans, feeling the powerful grip of her sex as it worked over his invading cock. It didn't take long till his body's wants were given, his thrusts suddenly slowing as he felt the powerful tug in his gut and balls, his cock jerking powerfully within Celeste.
Celeste realized what was about to happen, watching George as he had her pinned in bed, hips uplifted, her weight on her upper back and shoulders, feeling the fast thrusts before the sudden slowing prolonged thrusts, hearing his own quieter outcry's. Right hand released the sheets as she stroked the side of his head, feeling his hips come to a stop inside of her, releasing he had came into her once again. She had no protection, nor did he. But something about his acts towards her told her that it was part of his plan, that he planned to have her in every way conceivable.
Celeste awoke with a damp sweat not knowing quite where she was at first. It wasn't her room, but it was a familiar site over the last couple of weeks. Glancing over with her crystal green eyes, she saw George, the middle age form of a man with little to want, a slight ponch to his stomach, but second glances would say that he exercised on a regular basis, as underneath the slight layer of fat, there was a mass to his muscles that couldn't be ignored.
He was the mysterious man in the upper floor of the apartment complex, a man with a taste for slightly younger girls, which was why Celeste was of interest to him. She was an aspiring gymnast, strong arms, thick toned thighs from all of the jumps and flips that were required of her, red hair and pale complexion. And she was sixteen.
Celeste was what you would call a normal although slightly closed off girl when it came to the social scenes. She had little friends due to her parents disposition for both being of the type to get high every other day, and being overly harsh on Celeste, out of fear that a potential friend will rat them out. But not George. He was gentle, always had time for Celeste, never pushed any problems of his own nor involved her in anything she didn't want to be a part of.
So it was what happened two weeks ago. She had recently been hit by her father, and she had retreated into the silent comfort of George, pouring out her conflicted emotions to him. It had happened rather innocently at first, with the soft touch, warm hug, comforting reassuring. Then she was naked. Then he was in her, then she was wrapped up in his arms and legs, the noticeable odor of sex in the air and the sheen of sweat drying on her skin.
Once again she looked over George as he lay there, his eyes softly opening at the sound of thunder, the recent forecast calling for rain and thunderstorms. Their eyes met faintly as George reached over, softly gripping her upper arm as he rolled from his position, laying her back against the bed, his hand releasing her arm to reach down to hook the undersides of her knees.
There were no words spoken as he worked his way back down on the bed, lifting and spreading her legs as his head dropped between her legs, softly licking her shaved folds with a few soft touches, each lasting not more than a second, just to see her squirm, before he set into her, spreading her lips warmly open with broad strokes of his tongue, tasting the delicate sensitive flesh beneath.
Celeste was amazed at how fast he could take her breath away, as she was soon panting softly, her average sized breasts rising and dropping in accordance to her breaths, her legs squirming as they were held in place by his firm grip. Green eyes closed as she felt the swirling twirls of his tongue as they were at her entrance one moment, then working up under the hood of her clitoris, never staying in one place long enough to realize it was there, only feeling the aftereffect.
George stopped a couple of seconds, just enough to look down at his 'handiwork', seeing the obvious wetness of her sex as it created a reflected sheen in the dim light coming through the outside windows. Apparently satisfied, he rose from his position, softly licking his hand ever so gently, before spreading some of his own saliva along his growing erection.
He was not 'hung like a horse', not by any means. In fact, he was just a bit shorter than what was expected, but boy was he wide. It was his one 'redeeming feature' as a few had told him in the past, but he didn't let Celeste reflect on the thought, as he smoothly placed himself between her legs, mounting her in one firm, yet gentle, motion. It was no doubt a practiced move, as he groaned softly at her youthful tightness, hilting himself with little hesitation, his hips staying there for several seconds as he let her muscles argue over the physics of it for a moment or two.
Celeste of course tried to brace herself, yet found her breath snatched from her in one firm outburst of her vocal cords, toes curling as her legs were kept held up, feeling his wide member seat itself into her sex. It took a second or two till her breath regained itself, feeling the quivering spasms of her muscles trying to push back to their original positions, settling after a couple of seconds.
George, always a man that likes to see the fruits of his labor, smiled as he watched Celeste's facial expressions of his mounting, leaning down to softly kiss her forehead before he started to withdraw and thrust in practiced movements, his hips rotating as to give the full effect of his girth along her vaginal walls, grinding the head of his cock along her walls to stretch her in ways that most ignored.
Quickly starting to blush in embarrassment, Celeste tried to muffle her outcry’s of pleasure, as she learned in the last two weeks that she was rather vocal in their lovemaking sessions, and even though the ceilings, floors and walls of the apartment complex were well insulated from noise, and despite being in the penthouse, she was afraid she would be heard. Hips shifted from side to side as she tried to escape his expert ministrations, feeling his length work her over quite well, as she often tasked herself if he personally made it his goal to bring her to orgasmic bliss in a quick and efficient manner.
George knew the value of pleasing his partner first, and himself second, for someone could just be in it for themselves, but have sex maybe once or twice a month. But if you left the partner breathless, then sex was much more guaranteed. So it was that he continued his rotations into his each of his thrusts, leaning forward as he brought Celeste's hips up off of the bed, hooking her legs on his shoulders, the sounds of his flesh slapping against her flesh quickly filling the room between thunderclaps.
Celeste, her mind very much taken off of her place in that darkened room, and the storm outside, bunched the sheets up in her hands as George set into her. Her pretty voice burst in a continuous outcry, her sex clamping down in powerful spasms as she was brought to orgasm as George made love to her, her legs tightening along his shoulders as she looked at the intent in his clear blue eyes.
George knew what he wanted, and he knew she would allow it, as he watched her spiral into the throws of orgasmic bliss, started to direct himself towards his pleasure. Hips sped up in their thrusts, at first paced and smooth, now rapid and strikingly hard, eyes closing in effort as he let out a few groans, feeling the powerful grip of her sex as it worked over his invading cock. It didn't take long till his body's wants were given, his thrusts suddenly slowing as he felt the powerful tug in his gut and balls, his cock jerking powerfully within Celeste.
Celeste realized what was about to happen, watching George as he had her pinned in bed, hips uplifted, her weight on her upper back and shoulders, feeling the fast thrusts before the sudden slowing prolonged thrusts, hearing his own quieter outcry's. Right hand released the sheets as she stroked the side of his head, feeling his hips come to a stop inside of her, releasing he had came into her once again. She had no protection, nor did he. But something about his acts towards her told her that it was part of his plan, that he planned to have her in every way conceivable.
