Sinful Deceit by Ray Gordon Read Free Book Online

and forth along his veined shaft, over the rim of his swollen
glans. His sperm would jet from his slit, gush in his orgasm. And,
with split-second timing, I'd punish him.
    "God," he
breathed, rocking his hips and fucking my wet mouth. His silky
glans gliding over my snaking tongue, his shaft like granite, his
body became rigid. Breathing heavily, he took my head in his hands,
repeatedly thrusting his swollen knob in and out of my wet mouth as
his orgasm neared. "Coming," he finally gasped. I tasted the salt
of his sperm as the first globule of orgasmic liquid issued from
his slit. He shook in his ecstasy, gripping my head as he was about
to fill my thirsty mouth with his seed. His orgasm exploded, his
sperm coursing along his shaft towards his slit.
    Pulling away,
I sat on the bed and watched his sperm shoot from his knob-slit in
long, pearly strands. His glazed eyes staring at me as threads of
sperm jetted from his glans, splattering the melons of my breasts,
he grabbed his penis. Working his foreskin back and forth over his
swollen knob, he grimaced in his coming. Gasping, his head hung,
his legs sagging, he brought out his sperm as I watched him
masturbate with glee in my heart. I'd never had my mouth fucked. I
wanted to suck his throbbing knob, fill my cheeks with his flowing
sperm. But my satisfaction was his dissatisfaction.
    "Kirsty," he
gasped as the last drops of sperm dribbled from his knob and landed
on my leg in milky pools. "Why did you...?"
    "I wanted to
watch you wanking," I grinned. "I've never seen a man wank
before."
    "I wish you'd
stop using dreadful words like that. Anyway, I had no choice," he
complained, tucking his saliva-wet penis into his trousers and
pulling his zip up. "That wasn't very nice of you."
    A wave of
excitement rolled through me as I came up with an idea to shock
him. "David," I murmured.
    "What?"
    "Will you lick
me?"
    "Not now,
Kirsty." He spoke to me as he would a demanding child. "I must get
to work."
    "I'll tell you
what I've always wanted you to do."
    "What's
that?"
    "I'd love to
feel your tongue licking my bottom-hole."
    He frowned and
shook his head. "Where have you got all these ideas from?" he asked
accusingly. Perhaps he thought that I'd been reading dirty
magazines. In truth, the ideas had risen from the secret depths of
my girl-mind. "Something's changed you, Kirsty. Never have I heard
you use expletives or suggest..."
    "I want to
live, David. I want to experiment with sex, discover the many
pleasures kinky sex has to offer."
    "Kinky sex?"
He sat on the edge of the bed. "OK, let's talk about this," he
sighed. "What's happened to make you like this?"
    "I..."
    "What is it
you want?"
    "What is it I
want?" I echoed.
    "Getting me
round here this morning, using terrible words and suggesting...
suggesting that we do things I thought you knew nothing about. And
then there's this ridiculous holiday idea."
    "What's
ridiculous about staying with my uncle for a couple of weeks?"
    "It's not just
staying with your uncle, Kirsty. It's going off to some Greek
island with Sharon without even asking me."
    "I'm sorry. Am
I missing the point here?"
    "Yes, I think
you are."
    "Forgive me
but, I thought this was my life. I thought that, at
eighteen-years-old, I'd be able to have some fun. Of course... You
don't have any fun, do you?"
    "I enjoy my
work, the theatre, meals out and..."
    "But that's
it, David. There's no spontaneity, no laughs, no real fun. It's
your work, the theatre and meals out. Oh, and fucking me when you
feel the need."
    "We're working towards our home, our marriage. People who
waste their time and money when they're young by having fun , as you put
it... Don't you see? They never get anywhere in life. I know a chap
who's the same age as me. He spends his evenings sitting in bars or
clubbing. He has no savings and drives a clapped-out Mini. I have
savings and drive a BMW. OK, it's not new but..."
    "I'd rather
drive a Mini."
    "Now you're
being silly."
    "Am I? If the
choice was