Page 11 of Forbidden Fruit (Sweet Treats 7)

But still. I feel fucking awful, and instead, decided to be alone for a bit, if only to calm down. I shouldn’t go back to Dads and Daughters red-faced and irritated. The pitying glances and slaps on the shoulder would probably cause me to fly off the handle, come to think of it.

Instead, I wandered to the lower level of the hotel, which fortunately consists of a series of deserted ballrooms. It’s so quiet that it’s almost eerie, and I try to let the silence calm me down. It’s a long shot, but I’m halfway to my goal of lowering my heartrate when I see her. This luscious, creamy teen girl who’s currently allowing me to enjoy her body. What am I doing? I shouldn’t offer to take her cherry. I should pat her on the head and then send her on her way with a smile and a comforting word. But instead, I’m stroking the curvy girl’s assets while making her moan. Shit, I need this. This is as much for her as it is for me, and I intend to make the most of this indescribable opportunity.

The girls moans again as I suckle her tip, and I can’t resist. I need more than this. Slowly, I reach around and unzip the pink dress so that it falls away to her waist. Her ivory tummy is exposed, soft and a little poochy. But that’s okay because I prefer bigger girls. I’ve never been a man for sticks and bones because I like my women generous and lush.

“Let’s get you out of this,” I rasp, breaking free from her breast. “I want to see you nude, sweetheart.”

She looks at me with those big brown eyes, and my heart almost breaks at her beauty. But she nods and softly slithers off my lap so that the dress drops to her feet before pooling to the floor.

Oh shit. She’s so lush and curvy, and she’s wearing only a tiny, hot pink g-string that disappears into her ass crack. My shaft jerks and literally spurts a bit in my pants, and groaning uncomfortably, I shift in my seat. But I can’t let it out yet because it would scare her. This is her first time, and she needs to be petted and loosened before taking a man deep.

“Should I take this off?” she breathes, fingering the waistband of her g-string.

I nod wordlessly, unable to speak. With a hesitant smile, the girl hooks her thumbs into her waistband and slowly pulls the fabric down her legs. My pole jerks again, hard this time, because the crotch of her panties is absolutely drenched, and her cheeks flare as she slowly disentangles her legs from the lace. Soon, she’s dressed in nothing but a pair of pale pink heels before me. Her long legs are bare, lengthening to become curvy, thick thighs. There’s a sweet slit at her vee, the lips already moist with need. And then those huge tits beckon to me again, swinging a bit.

“What should I do next?” she asks uncertainly, trembling on the carpeted floor.

I groan. Oh shit. I can’t wait very long, and the time has come. This is going to scare her, but she’s got to get used to it sooner or later.

“Sweetheart, come unzip me,” I say in a raspy voice. “Set me free, baby girl.”

Her cheeks flush again, but she nods and comes to kneel between my legs. I almost cry at the tableaux. I have a sweet, creamy, totally nude teen girl kneeling before me, lush and ready to give me her cherry. This night has done a one eighty, and I’m the luckiest man in the world.

Looking up at me uncertainly, the girl bites her lip. But then with trembling fingers, she unbuttons and then unzips my tux pants, letting my huge member out. It literally pops out from all the strain, and almost hits her in the face. The enormous shaft sticks straight up, gleaming at the tip as veins pulse along both sides.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, unable to tear her eyes away.

“I know it’s big,” I manage in a scratchy whisper. “But I promise that when I take your cherry, it will feel good.”

She nods wordlessly, still staring at the pulsing shaft, and swallows audibly. But then her eyes flick to me and she whispers, “Can I taste it?”

I almost let out a moan.

“Yes, please do, sweetheart. Give it a good tongue bath.”

The girl looks down at my shaft again, her perfect pout parting. Then her lips surround my head and I let out a deep groan of pleasure. Oh shit, this feels so good. Her tongue swirls around my tip before gently probing the opening. She tries to push as much of her tongue as possible into the hole, but then backs up and begins to suck heavily at the dripping purple helmet.

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