Mouth-To-Mouth : First Timers 24 (Virgin Erotica Breeding Erotica): First Timers, #24

By Tori Westwood

When I came to I was a different woman.  My eyes opened and I spluttered, staring at the tender, panicked face of Mr. Paxton, my swim-coach, whose lips were wrapped over mine.  The pang of lust inside me rang out loud – I wanted more.

He's concerned and I'm determined to prey on his weakness to fulfill my fresh desire to have him inside me and be my first.  Take me, Mr. Paxton.  Show me what it's like.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Nov 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393408055

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Show me, I said simply.

Show you?  Show you what?

I nodded to his shorts.  Show me.

Gina, this is crazy.  You need to rest.

Show me, I repeated.  I’m not going anywhere until you show me.

What exactly do you want to see?

Your cock.  Show me.

He shook his head.

Go on, I said, sterner now and with more confidence.  I almost died today.  I don’t think it’s too much to ask.

Mr. Paxton sighed and unfastened his shorts.  He dropped them quickly, showing me the long, flaccid length that lay beneath, then he brought them quickly back up and started to tie them again.

Was that it?

Huh?

Show me again.

Gina, I really think—

Show me!

He stopped fastening them and pulled them down again, keeping the waist just above his knees so that I could study him in greater detail.

My eyes locked on it, fixated on the forbidden, mature cock that hung in front of me, close enough to touch.

Fuck, I whispered, and everything else dropped away.  His hair was kempt, shaved in a kind of trapezoid above the hilt of his cock.

Is that enough?

Bring it here.

He opened his mouth to speak but I shot him a look.  Instead of talking he took another step towards me.

I reached my hand slowly out from my side, moving closer to his cock and marveling as his balls rolled magically beneath.

Gina, this is dangerous, he said.

I didn’t take my eyes off my target.  Only if we get caught.

I stroked the tip and watched it move under my command.  His cock pressed in and then swung subtly back out, resting over his ball-sack until I gave him another tickle.

I smiled at it, biting my lip and becoming more adventurous.  My fingers wrapped around him, holding him in my palm and tugging him gently.

We really need to be careful,