Sonya's Siren Song – Part 1

A middle-aged man finds out his stepdaughter is more grown-up than he thought

It was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door. The weather was still warm, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a pink sleeveless top, and as she jumped gracefully into the air to take a shot, I thought, She moves just like her mother.  

She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to face me, smiling happily and dribbling the ball on the spot, as I put the car into Park and switched off the engine. “Hey, Leon,” she said, as I got out. She always called me by my first name.

“Hi,” I answered, as I shut the car door.

“Did’ya have a good day?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was good. Productive, too,” I replied.

“Well, I’ve been productive, too. Dinner’s in the oven,” she said, “It’ll be ready in about half an hour.”

“Sounds good,” I said, catching the ball as she tossed it to me, “What are we having tonight?”

“Lamb roast,” she said, with just a hint of pride in her voice.

“You’re too good to me,” I said, with a smile.

“No, I’m not,” she said quickly, with a little shake of her head, “You look after me, so I try to look after you, too.”

“And you do a good job,” I said.

Her smile widened a little, and she added, “Well, I am the lady of the house, these days.”

She walked ahead of me towards the back door, and I couldn’t help noticing how grown up she was looking lately. Then I caught myself looking at the sway of her hips in those little blue shorts, and I told myself, Don’t look down there. She’s your daughter, or at least, she may as well be.

We went inside, and Sonya made me some coffee, and as I sat at the table and drank it, I watched her buzzing around the kitchen, preparing for dinner, and I thought, She looks so confident, so poised.  

That was the word: “poised”. Her mother, Joanne, was many things, but if you had to come up with one word to sum up everything she was, to define her, that was the word. Joanne had poise.

Sonya asked me if my coffee was okay, and went on with what she was doing, and as I watched her moving around, once again, it occurred to me how grown up she was becoming.

Sonya, I thought to myself. It always seemed such a grown-up name for a little girl. It was a name that seemed like it should have belonged to a sophisticated woman of the world, not a skinny, pig-tailed little streak of activity, who always had a smile on her face. Then again, I guess even sophisticated women of the world have to start somewhere. Lately, it was almost as though Sonya was finally growing into her name.

Yes, things were good now, but it wasn’t always this way.

I had moved in with Joanne, Sonya’s mother, when she was 26, and I was 32. Sonya had been eight years old then, being born when her mother was just 18, and fathered by a total loser called Jeremy, who promptly disappeared off the face of the earth when he found out Joanne was pregnant with his child. Sonya had never met her father, and then when I came along, she had been the only child of a single mother all her life, so the adjustment wasn’t easy in the beginning. I got a lot of attitude, and a lot of, “You’re not my father!” and, “You can’t make me do that!” for the first couple of years, but over time, things got better.

A big turning point was when Sonya was about ten. She was always afraid of thunderstorms, and whenever there was a storm at night, she would come into our bedroom and climb in between Joanne and me. In the mornings, she would always be asleep, cuddled up to Joanne in the bed, but one night, during a big storm, she came into our room as usual, and in the morning, she was cuddled up to me, sound asleep.

“I think you’ve won her heart,” Joanne said, smiling at me in the bed.

Things were a lot better from then on, and I found the best way to work things out was to give Sonya her own space, and to try to be the father figure, but not necessarily the father, if that makes sense, and we had a pretty happy family.

Joanne and I tried to have more kids, but after three years of trying, the doctor told me I could never father a child of my own, and in his words, I “only shoot blanks.” Still, we had Sonya, and we were happy.

I must have asked Joanne to marry me at least a dozen times over the years, but she would always say something like, “Why do you want to risk ruining a great relationship by getting married?” or “We’re really happy the way we are. There’s plenty of time for that later on. Let’s just leave it for now.” She probably had her reasons, but then Joanne was very much her own person.

I finally got her to come round, after nearly seven years together, and she let me slip an engagement ring on her finger. Then, within months, she was gone.

Toxaemia, was the cause, the doctors said, brought on by an infected cyst, and aside from the grief, I just couldn’t understand how, in this day and age, medical science couldn’t save her, but just like that, my beautiful, smart, funny, witty, intelligent Joanne was gone forever, and at nearly forty, I was left with a fifteen-year-old girl, on the very verge of womanhood herself, to bring up on my own.

Now, a little over a year later, Sonya was sixteen and a half years old, and was definitely growing into the beautiful young woman she was to become. She was about five feet, five inches tall, with a slim build that had only developed some womanly curves over the past few months. She had wavy, ash blonde hair, growing to just past her shoulders, blue-grey eyes, a pretty face, and a fair to medium complexion. Her breasts were still fairly small, but pert, rounded and well-shaped, and her bottom was cute, round, and getting more perfect by the month. Her shapely legs were starting fill out as well, so in a couple of years, she was probably going to be a stunner, but then, so was her mother. We had one solitary picture of her father, the “sperm donor,” as Sonya referred to him, that her mother had kept to show her what he looked like, but really about the only resemblance was in the shape of her head, and when she had certain expressions on her face, you could see Jeremy’s eyes.

Sonya was a remarkable girl, really. Although I tried to help around the house, my work sometimes involved long hours, so in addition to keeping the house in order, she still kept her school work on track, and managed to find time for a social life, and she kept herself fit with regular basketball.

After I had lost Joanne, a lawyer friend of mine had told me that, theoretically at least, if Jeremy ever came back on the scene, he could have been given custody of Sonya after her mother’s death, but this possibility seemed as remote as me becoming King of Denmark, and as Sonya herself had said, she would be eighteen years old in three years time, and legally an adult, so we decided it wasn’t an issue, and we left things the way they were.

Over dinner that night, Sonya and I chatted about my day at work, her day at school, and the comings and goings of her friends, and after I helped her to clean up the kitchen, we watched some TV in the family room. We watched a new detective drama, both of us chuckling at the over-acting, and the absurd storyline, and after the late news, I decided to go to bed. I said goodnight to Sonya, kissed the top of her head as she sat on the couch, and retired to my bedroom. I had an en-suite bathroom off my bedroom, and after a quick shower, I put on some short summer pyjamas, and got into bed.

I lay in the dark, and I could hear Sonya in the shower down the hall. As I lay there, I had a pleasant train of thought going through my head. My love life, of course, had been zero since I lost Joanne, and it had been over a year now. I had not been with a woman in that time, although to be honest, my right hand had been getting some action, but I was thinking that this might change soon. One of my clients had an office assistant, good-looking and aged around her mid-thirties. There was no sign of a ring on her finger, and over the last month or so, she had been sending me signals, and making it clear she was available and interested, each time I visited his office. In fact, on my last visit, the previous day, she had given me her private phone number, “just in case” her boss was unavailable after hours.

As I contemplated where this might lead, if I followed her up, I began to hear the first sounds of rain outside. Oh well, the farmers will be happy, I told myself, lying there in the dark.

Then, after a few minutes, I heard the first crack of thunder, and I saw flickers of light through the gap in the curtains, signalling that there were more to come. A second crack of thunder came, rolling and booming off into the distance, and a moment or two later, I heard Sonya’s voice at my door. “Leon,” she called in the dark, “can I come in?”

“Yeah,” I said, flicking on the bedside light. Sonya came into the room, wearing a very short, pale blue silk nightdress, with ruffled sleeves and a low v-neck, trimmed with lace.   She walked to the left side of my bed, and said, “Can I get in with you? That thunder’s a bit scary up in my room.”

I took note of what she was wearing, and said, “Look, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” she asked right back.

“Umm, I think you’re a little old to be getting in here with me,” I said, trying to make it sound non-negotiable.

“Come on, Leon,” she continued, undeterred, “Can you hear that outside?”

“Look, I know, but…,” Suddenly, there was a huge clap of thunder, that seemed to go straight over the house, shaking the ceiling, and rattling the windows and pictures on the wall. In a flash, Sonya dived under the covers, next to me. I gave up, lying there on my left side, and I said, “Okay, but stay over on your side,” and just for a laugh, I added, “and no snoring.”

“You ought to talk,” she smiled, “ Some nights I can hear you up in my room. Anybody’d think you were revving up a chainsaw in here.”

“You’ve always got an answer, haven’t you,” said, flicking off the bedside light.

“All depends on the question,” Sonya answered, still smiling, but giving no clue what she really meant. I turned over on my right side, with my back to her, and said, “Good night.”

“Night, Leon,” she answered, as we lay there in the dark, with the rain hammering down outside.

I must have dozed off fairly quickly, and I don’t know how long I was asleep, but it probably wasn’t long. When I woke up, I was on my back again, and I found that Sonya was lying on her right side, on my left, with her left leg over my hips, and her left arm over my chest. My left shoulder felt like it was in between her soft breasts.

Immediately, my cock went hard. At forty, I no longer had the hair trigger, crystal-hard erection I had at eighteen, but spurred on by this lovely female body wrapped around me, and the sweet, girly smell of her skin and hair, my cock felt harder than it had been for years. Worse yet, it was poking into her leg, or at least I was hoping it was only her leg.

Thank God she’s asleep, I thought to myself, but as I was about to gently move away from her, my heart sank when I heard her say, “What’s that?”

Her voice was wide-awake, and she sounded like she was smiling. “Nothing,” I said.

“That’s not ‘nothing’,” Sonya said, “I can feel it.”

I started to turn myself, to move my hips, and to stop my hard tool from pressing into her, and she said, “What are you doing?”

“Just getting comfortable,” I said, my voice a little strained from the effort.

“No you’re not,” Sonya said, still with that smile in her voice, “You’re moving so that thing won’t stick into me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea for you to get in here with me.”

“You don’t have to apologise. It’s only natural,” Sonya said brightly, “You’ve got a girl cuddled up to you, and your hormones took over. You can’t help it.”

“But you’re, …” I started, but Sonya cut me off.

“Your daughter?” she began, “No, I’m not. In fact, I’m really not even your stepdaughter.” Sonya paused to let that sink in, and continued, “You and Mum were never married, and you didn’t adopt me, so technically, you and I are just a girl and a guy living in the same house.”     

  “Well, technically,” I said, mocking her tone, “I’m still your guardian.”

“Just because you’re my guardian doesn’t mean you have to be an angel,” Sonya replied, smugly. As I had said to her earlier, she had always had an answer.

I reached over with my right hand and flicked on the bedside light. Fortunately, I could reach it without moving. “Look,” I started, “this has gone far enough. You better get off me and go back to your room.”

“Or what?” Sonya said, mischievously, “You’ll put me over your knee?”

“Maybe I should have done that a long time ago,” I said, trying to sound serious, “Now come on, hop up.”

“You want me off, you’ve gotta get me off,” she said, pausing and adding, “And when I say ‘get me off’, I mean ‘lift me off,” pausing again, and smiling, “not the other kind of getting off. You know what I mean.”

I chose to ignore that, and said, as seriously as I could, “This has gone a bit too far. Now come on, you’ve gotta get out of here.”

Sonya was still wrapped around me, her left thigh over my hips, and she said, “It hasn’t gone anywhere, yet.” Her smile was very mischievous.

“Come on, get off me,” I said, determined not to play around with her. Sonya had never done anything like this.

“I’ll consider getting off, if you answer one question, truthfully,” she said, looking me in the eyes.  

“Anything,” I sighed.

Sonya continued looking me in the eyes, and said, suddenly very serious, “Leon, have you ever thought about me in a sexual way?” She kind of sounded like she expected me to answer ‘yes’.

“No,” I said, truthfully, giving my head a little shake. I will admit that I fantasised about some of her friends from time to time, but in all honesty, the closest I had ever come to having a sexual thought about her was that afternoon, when I caught myself looking at her bottom in her little shorts, and I really didn’t think that counted.

“We’re not really related, you know,” Sonya said, “and if we did anything, you know, like, having sex, you couldn’t get me pregnant, either.”

“I know that,” I replied, “but it just wouldn’t be right.”

“Why not?” she persisted.

“Because it just wouldn’t be right,” I said.

“You’re talking in circles,” Sonya said, “That’s not like you.”

“Look,” I said, thinking I had an answer that would shut her down completely, “I’ve lived half my life already. You’re just starting yours. Besides, what girl wants to lose her virginity to her stepfather?”

“Who says I’m a virgin?” she answered, meeting the challenge head-on.

That was news to me. “Oh,” I said, “I didn’t know that. You’re more grown up than I thought, then, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to know how many times?” she asked, with that mischievous smile.

“I think it would be inappropriate if I asked,” I said, flatly.

“Inappropriate,” Sonya repeated, her smile even wider, “Leon, that’s so cute! Look at me! Look at us! And you don’t want to say anything inappropriate.”

I didn’t answer. I was still coming to terms with the fact that Sonya had already had sex.

“Anyway,” she said, proudly, “I’ve done it a grand total of seven times.”

“Son-ya,” I said, “I hope you were safe.”

“Safe sex all the way,” she answered, “We both had crash helmets on.”

“Come on,” I said.

“No, seriously, we used condoms, so it was all good. Except, he couldn’t make me come,” Sonya said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world for her to say something like that to me. Maybe I’d kept the lines of communication a little too open in the past.

“Too much information,” I said hastily.

“Well, it’s true,” Sonya said, still undeterred, “It felt like there was more to come, but it never happened.”

I sighed, and seeing that Sonya had raised the subject, and showed no sign of being swayed off it, I said, “Maybe what you had was an orgasm, but you expected more.”

“I know what an orgasm feels like,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

I didn’t answer, but just raised my eyebrows at her. What could I say to that?

“Leon, I’ve been playing with myself for ages,” Sonya went on, once again as though this was normal conversation material, “and lately, it’s started getting better and better, and better, until it was fan-tastic!” She paused for effect, and said, “So, I know what an orgasm feels like, okay.”

All this conversation had at least made my erection subside a little, but it was still making its presence known. “Go to bed,” I said, sternly.

“I am in bed,” she smiled.

“Go to your own bed,” I answered, “Now.”

Then, Sonya moved her head from the position she was in, still with her thigh draped over me, and kissed me on the mouth. I remained still, with my lips tightly closed, not responding in any way. She drew back from the kiss, and I said, “Sonya, go to your bed now.”

Sonya moved her left hand up from under the covers, and she gently touched the centre of my forehead with her index finger. “Up here,” she said, “you want me to go.” Then, she moved her hand down, and touched my erect cock through my pyjamas, and she said, “Down there, you don’t.”

I could feel myself wanting to give in, but I remained motionless, and I said, “Please go.”

Sonya kissed me again, but I refused to respond in any way, keeping my lips closed, my face stony. She drew back from the kiss again, and said, “Leon, I love you more than any other person on earth. I know what it’s like to be fucked by a boy. Now I want you to show me what it’s like to make love with a man.”

I swallowed. That was the moment I gave into the siren song that Sonya had sung to me. She kissed me a third time, and I kissed her back, tasting the sweetness of her beautiful mouth. Was I wrong? Probably, but I was only a man, and I couldn’t help but surrender to the surge of love, lust, desire, and intense hunger for this beautiful girl who was wrapped around me.

“If you want me to stop, or you start to feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop,” I told her, my voice rasping. “I’m not gonna stop you,” Sonya answered, solemnly.

I moved my right hand up from my side, under the covers, and I placed it on her bottom. Her short nightdress had ridden up, and I felt that her smooth, firm buttocks were bare. “You’re not wearing any pants. You planned this, didn’t you?” I said, her face still close to mine.

“No,” Sonya smiled, “but I came dressed for the occasion, just in case.”

I kissed her again, the first time our kiss had been initiated by me. She offered me some tongue, and I accepted. The kiss was exquisite. “I want you, Leon,” Sonya whispered.

I decided that if I was going to make love to this beautiful girl, it would be a crime against nature if I didn’t allow myself to taste her all-but-virginal pussy. I gently turned her over onto her back, on my left, and I moved my hand up her thighs to her pussy, feeling her pubic hair, and the warm, slick wetness of her inner lips. “There seems to be a lot of wetness down there. I’d like to do something about that,” I said.

The look on Sonya’s face told me that she didn’t know what I meant, but she was willing to let me proceed anyway, so I pulled back the covers, and gently lifted her nightdress to expose her pussy for the first time. It was breathtakingly beautiful, with a neat triangle of pubic hair, about a shade darker than the hair on her head, and the inner lips pink and pretty, just slightly swollen. I kissed her softly on the apex of her triangle of pubic hair, and I gently inhaled the sweetish, tangy scent of her pussy. “You’re going to go down on me, aren’t you?” Sonya asked, quietly, biting her lip.

“Yes,” I answered, “if that’s okay.”

“Nobody’s ever done that,” she said, “I’m glad you’re the first.”

Very gently, I parted Sonya’s thighs a little. Their skin was incredibly soft and smooth to my touch, and I kissed her inner lips, just below the hood of her clitoris. Then, I used my tongue to taste her left inner lip, and the fluid that was oozing from her. I brushed her little clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and she flinched, and then I probed the entrance to her pussy with my tongue, tasting the inner walls. Sonya had entrusted this part of herself to me, and I fully intended to give her as much pleasure as I could, before taking my own, but truly, I was so excited, I could have simply mounted her and fucked her without any further foreplay, at that moment.

I was very conscious of that fact that, although Sonya’s pussy had been tried and tested, the limits of the pleasure her body could give her were yet to be explored. I began to gently brush her clit with my tongue again, and she responded by moving her hips, and giving out a gasping sigh. I started to very gently suck on her clit, moving my lips back and forth slightly, and Sonya began to move her hips again, making a whimpering sound, “Oh-oh-oh-oh…..,” her voice wavering, then she said, as her chest began to heave, “Leon, that’s beautiful. Don’t stop!”

I kept going, and with her hips gyrating, Sonya clenched both fists across her belly, and said, “Ohh, I love that! I love that!” then after a ragged intake of breath, she called out, “That’s so much better,” pausing for a gasping breath, “than it is when I do it!”

Suddenly, her whole body shook, she lifted her thighs, and bent her knees, and I had to hold her pelvis down to keep my mouth on her clit. With her arms and hands clenched across herself, she made a sound like a small scream, gritted her teeth, and her whole body spasmed once, and she relaxed with a long sigh. I released her clit from my mouth, and looked up at her face.

“Kiss me,” Sonya said, taking a quick breath, “Let me taste myself on your mouth.”

I moved up to kiss her. It was a deep, wet, sexy kiss, as she used her lips to take as much of her juices from mine as she could. Then, with our faces still close, she said, “You know how I told you I knew what an orgasm feels like?”

I nodded, and said, “Yes.”

“Well, that was much better than the do-it-yourself version,” Sonya said.

“I’m not finished yet,” I said.

“Help yourself,” Sonya answered.

It was now time for me to fuck Sonya. I slipped my pyjama shorts off, revealing my hard tool. Sonya looked at it, and then back at me. “That looks big,” she said, rather seriously.

I moved between Sonya’s thighs, and I saw that the opening of her tight little pussy was pouting just slightly, and glistening with moisture. She was looking at my face, waiting for me to enter her. I placed my cock at her entrance, and eased it in a little way. She took a sharp breath, and said, “Keep going.”

I took about six gentle thrusts before I was fully inside her snug, wet pussy, and the inner walls moulded themselves to every contour of my cock, like a silken glove. The slightest movement inside was ecstasy for me, and she said, “That feels huge, Leon.”

“It’s a very snug fit. That’s why,” I said, as I took the weight on my elbows, and moved down to kiss her sweet little mouth. I started to move, with just slow, shallow thrusts, allowing Sonya to get used to the feelings before I picked up the pace. She wasn’t moving her own pelvis at all, but that was okay because she was only new at this.

“Leon, this feels so good. Is it good for you?” she said, looking up at me.

“It’s lovely, Sonya,” I said, swallowing, “Just lovely.”

“Are you gonna come soon?” she asked.

“Probably,” I said, “You’re so tight, I’m not sure I can last,” I said, truthfully. The snug fit of her beautiful pussy was affecting my self-control, and the feelings were starting to build up inside me.   I wanted to make her come first, but she was so incredibly beautiful, and her pussy so tight, wet and warm, that I wondered how long I could last.

“Just go for it,” Sonya said, with a little strain in her voice, “I’ve already come. I’ll be okay” She took a shuddering breath, and said, “We’ve got all night anyway.”

I had wanted to hold on, to let her experience an orgasm from a man making love to her, but now that she had invited me to take my pleasure, I increased the pace of my thrusting just a little. I didn’t want to hammer her tender young pussy before it was ready for such treatment, but my own body was taking over, moving of its own accord towards the sexual release I was craving. I was thrusting moderately fast and hard, probably harder than I had planned at first, but Sonya seemed okay with the way things were going.

“Are you gonna come soon?” Sonya said, her voice becoming urgent.

“I think so,” I said. My own breathing was becoming ragged.

“Leon,” Sonya said, her voice a little louder, “I think I am, too. I think I’m gonna come again!”

“That’s good! That’s great!” I answered. I could hear the strain in my own voice.

“Leon, I can’t control it!” Sonya cried.

“Don’t try,” I said, “Just let it happen.” The pleasure was building up inside me.

I kept on thrusting, and Sonya started to make that whimpering sound again, “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…” her voice wavering, and catching when she took a breath, her face starting to twist a little, then her eyes widened, and she made that little sound like a little scream, again. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, and she began to move her own pelvis to meet my thrusts, crying, “Ohhh, Leon!”

Sonya’s pussy was tight enough as it was, but it began to spasm with her climax, and that was it for me. My own orgasm burst and ripped through me, as I spurted my seed into Sonya’s beautiful pussy. The hot wave of pleasure that surged through me was almost unbearable, and more intense than any orgasm I had felt for years. I kept thrusting hard into Sonya, as that oh-so-sweet feeling ran its course, and I came back to reality, and she pulled me down to kiss me hard on the mouth.

Her voice was shaky, and her breathing was rapid, but she said, “We came together, Leon. That was perfect.”  

I could only nod. I could barely speak.

“Hold me,” Sonya said, “Hold me, Leon. Hold me all night.”

I rolled over to my left, on Sonya’s right, in my big double bed, and I put my arms around her lovely body, holding her to me as we dropped off to sleep, and that was how we spent the night. Two people, a girl and a guy who lived in the same house, a beautiful young siren, and a guardian, who was certainly no angel.

Sonya's Siren Song Part 2 - Educating Sonya

In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she awoke, but just in case, I quietly slipped out of the side of my bed, and put my pyjama pants back on.

I looked down at the still-sleeping Sonya, lying with her back to me, and I remembered that under the covers, she probably still had her silk nightdress pulled up, and would be naked from the waist down. It was an arousing thought, and of course, my body responded. I crept to the en-suite bathroom, closing the door to avoid disturbing her, and I cleaned my teeth and washed my face with cold water.

I crept back to the bed, and slid carefully in beside Sonya, who stirred anyway, and then turned to look at me. She blinked, and her face brightened, and she said, “So, it wasn’t just a sexy dream.”

I shook my head, not entirely sure what to say. “No, it wasn’t a dream.” Then, I added, “You okay?”

Sonya stretched, and said, “Mmmmm, very much so,” and then she rolled over and put her left arm around me in the bed, with her face close to mine.

“I mean, are you okay with what happened last night?” I said.

“I wouldn’t change a thing,” Sonya answered, looking me straight in the eyes, “What about you? Are you okay?” she asked, a little seriously.

“I’m great,” I said, smiling.

“I know you’re great,” she said, smiling back playfully, “and I’ve still got the tingly feelings inside me to show for it.”

Sonya moved her face closer, and kissed me, and said, “Hey, you cheated! You’ve already brushed your teeth!” She pulled her face away, and said, put her hand over her mouth, and said, “I’ve probably got an advanced case of Dragon Mouth!”

No,” I said, “There’s nothing wrong with your breath!” I kissed her again, to show her it was true.

Sonya looked toward the door of the en-suite, and said, “All this kissing has given me an idea,” looking back at me, “Leon, does your bathroom have room for two?” Her smile was mischievous again.

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried to find out,” I answered. I had a feeling I was going to like where this was leading.

“I always thought you were more adventurous than that,” she said, obviously making plans in her head. She got out of the bed on her side, stood up, shaking her silk nightie back down, not that it covered much of her, and said, “We should get ourselves cleaned up, so you can give me some revision on some of that tutoring you gave me last night.” She ran her fingers through her hair, to smooth it back out of her face, and said, “If you’re not in there in two minutes, I’ll start without you.” She headed towards the en-suite, and just before the door, she peeled her nightdress over her head, and the last thing I saw was the wiggle of her pert little bottom, as she walked in and turned left to get in the shower.    

I got out of bed again, as I heard Sonya turning on the shower, and I walked to the en-suite. Sonya was in the shower recess, already soaking wet under the shower. I took in the vision of her lovely body, with her slim, but curvy shape, and those modestly-sized, but perfectly-shaped breasts, their nipples a dark shade of pink, and her patch of pubic hair, now slightly darker than usual because it was wet.

My cock hardened even more at the sight. Sonya smiled, and opened the glass door, and she stepped closer to me in the opening. She put her hands on my shoulders, and pulled me down to her, and kissed me on the mouth. It was a soft and sexy kiss. Then, holding my gaze, she started to unbutton my pyjama shirt, which was getting wetter as I stood there.

“Take off your P.J.’s and come in with me,” she smiled invitingly, speaking in a soft voice.

I peeled off my now-wet pyjama top, and dropped it on the floor, and then I took off my pyjama shorts, dropping them with my shirt. My cock was hard, and inspired by the sight of Sonya, and the feel of her in my arms, I have to say it was pretty impressive for a guy my age. Sonya used the soap to lather up her hands, and with her right hand, she took hold of my cock, and began washing it in a slow wanking motion.

The feeling was delightful, and I shuddered, and made an involuntary hiss through my teeth. “Don’t come in my hand,” Sonya said, looking up from her work, “I’ve got plans for this.”

Sonya reached up and detached the showerhead on its flexible hose, from the hook on the shower recess wall, and rinsed the lather off my cock. Then, only after she had replaced the showerhead, she took me in her arms again, and said, with a bright smile, “All fresh and clean and ready for action.” She kissed me again, another slow, soft, sexy kiss, and said, “I’ve never been taken from behind, Leon. I think it’s time for you to show me what it’s like.”

This time, I bent down myself, and kissed her on the mouth, starting slow and soft, but then pressing her lips to mine, holding her there for a moment, and then breaking the kiss to say, “Well, I am responsible for your education.”   The look on her face showed she was ready to take instructions.

I took hold of her shoulders, and gently turned her around to face the tiled wall of the shower recess behind her. “Just put your hands out and lean against the wall,” I said, and she did so, and I knelt down, and gently moved her legs apart. I could have simply asked her to spread them, but it was a good reason for me to handle her lovely thighs. Before getting back up, I gave her a soft kiss on her left buttock, and stood up. She had her head turned back over her left shoulder, so on the way up, I kissed her again, soft and slow, on her mouth, and I said, “Just bend forward a little.” She bent as I asked, presenting her beautiful bottom, and the entrance to her and pussy, to me.

I put my left arm around her and across her belly, and I used my right hand to guide my hard cock to the opening of her pussy. The slick wetness of her pussy opening was in contrast to the warm water that was running onto us from the shower head, and she flinched a little as the head of my cock entered her. Knowing how deep a man goes into a girl’s pussy from behind, I took about half a dozen gentle strokes before I was fully inside her, and I heard Sonya say, “I feel really full when you do it like that.”

I started a gentle fucking motion, holding Sonya steady with my left arm, and bracing myself against the wall with my right hand, taking it nice and steady. It was only a few moments before she arched her back, and bowed her head, and said, “Every time you move, it feels so good I can hardly stand it!”

I stopped my gentle thrusting to give her time to relax again, and adjusted my stance slightly, so I wasn’t going in as deep. “I’ll just try it like this,” I said, as I began to move inside her again. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and said, rather breathlessly, “Oh, that feels so good!” I kept the movement just like that for a minute or two, with neither of us saying anything, but I could hear Sonya’s breathing becoming faster and deeper. Her snug, wet little pussy was fitted perfectly to my hard cock, and I began to increase the pace a little, as Sonya turned her head over her left shoulder to kiss me deeply as we fucked in that position, under the warm water from the shower.  

Then, Sonya’s whole body stiffened, and she made a little, constricted, squealing noise in her throat, and her whole body seemed to go a little limp. I took her weight in my arms and she turned her head back again to kiss me, and said, “That was so good, I can hardly stand up!”, smiling and breathing hard at the same time. I took my still-hard cock from her pussy, and I turned her to face me.

“You better dry off and sit down,” I said, but Sonya answered with, “But you haven’t come yet.”

I was about to say that was okay, but she said, “Let me get down on all fours and you can keep going. I want you to come, too.”   How could I argue with an invitation like that?

I let go of her shoulders, and she got a towel from the rack, and got down, putting the towel under her knees on the tiled floor, so her pussy and bottom were just inside the shower recess. Taking her cue, I knelt down and gently slid my rigid cock into her welcoming pussy, once again, taking a few strokes before I was right inside. I started to fuck her gently, from behind, and with every few strokes I could feel the sensitive head of my cock touching right up inside, probably moving against her cervix. “That feels,” Sonya said, with a strain sounding in her voice, and pausing to swallow, “totally full.”

“I always goes in deeper this position,” I said, as I gently fucked her, revelling in the feel of her snug little pussy around my cock. Sonya flinched, jerking her whole body, and said, “I think you’re getting my G-spot,” with a voice a little louder than I expected. I started to move the head of my cock right to the opening of her pussy with each out-stroke, watching the lips of her pussy closing around it, and then thrusting back inside gently, but as deeply as I felt I could without making her uncomfortable.

Sonya bowed her head again, and stiffened her back, saying, “Again! I think I’m gonna come again!” She took another ragged breath, and said, “Leon, I think I’m gonna come again! I can’t believe it!” Her voice was already wavering.

I was also getting closer to orgasm, and the sight of Sonya’s body as she started to come, and the ecstatic sound of her voice, were making it more difficult for me to hold on, but I tried to last just that little longer.

Sonya adjusted the position of her hands on the tiled floor, and tilted her little pelvis slightly, allowing me to go just that little deeper inside her. I was holding her by the hips, taking slow, but deep thrusts into her beautiful pussy, and with the change in the angle of entry, I felt I could speed up the pace. “That’s it, Leon,” she said, speaking rapidly, with urgency in her voice, “That’s it! That’s it! That’s beautiful!” and her back arched, her hands clenched, and she made a long, “Ohhh-oh-ohhh!”

My own orgasm burst again inside me, and for the second time, I came inside Sonya’s precious pussy, feeling the waves of liquid pleasure course through me, thrusting harder, as my body lost control for those few seconds, conscious of little more than my cock plunging in and out of Sonya’s body. After Sonya’s orgasm passed, her whole body relaxed with a gasping sigh, and she put her head on her forearms on the tiles. With my own breathing rapid and gasping, I took her by the left hand and said, “Here, I’ll help you up,” and I helped her to stand up. She turned as though she was a little giddy, her legs still shaky, holding onto me for support, and I bent to kiss her sweet mouth.

After the kiss, she looked up at me, still breathing a little heavily, and said, “We’re getting good at this, Leon, aren’t we?”

“Experts,” I said, smiling, “We’re getting to be experts at it,” kissing her again.

After that, when Sonya had got her breath back, and regained her balance, we took turns at washing each other under the warm shower. I paid particular attention to her breasts, pussy and buttocks, and Sonya did the same for me, paying special attention to my cock and balls. We took our time, making sure the job was done properly, and then we used fluffy towels to dry each other thoroughly, once again paying special attention to those same areas.

After we’d finished, and wrapped towels around ourselves, Sonya looked up at me with a smile, as she dried her hair, and said, “It’s Saturday. We’ve got the whole day to ourselves. No work for you, no school for me, just you and me together.”

“What have you got in mind?” I asked, although I had an idea.

“Lets spend the day pleasuring each other,” Sonya answered, still smiling.

I loved the way she put it, not “making love,” or “having sex,” or even, “fucking,” but, “pleasuring each other,” but I had to say, “Sonya, I’m forty years old. I don’t think I can keep up with you.”

She bit her lower lip in thought, but still kept the smile on her face, and looked at me, raising one eyebrow, and saying, “That’s okay. Any time we’re both horny, we can screw each other’s brains out, but if I’m horny and you’re not, I can take care of business on my own.” She made eye contact, and continued on with, “And you can watch if you want to, and who knows? You might get inspired enough to join in and take over.” Her smile was even wider. “I’ll be happy to let you do that,” she added.  

Sonya walked back into the bedroom from the en-suite, and said, “Let’s get dressed and I’ll fix us some breakfast. All this hot sex is giving me an appetite.” She walked out of the room, and up the hall to her own room to get dressed.   I put on some jeans and a sports shirt, went to the kitchen to join her.

Sonya came back to the kitchen from her room, wearing a short, sleeveless cream coloured summer dress, with a neckline that showed off a little cleavage, but not too much. After all, she was still only sixteen. Even so, I could see she had a sexy pink lace bra on underneath.

As usual on a Saturday, we collaborated over cooking breakfast, and it was just like any other weekend, as we sat and talked, taking our time as we ate. Sonya told me about goings-on at school, a movie she had seen with her friend last week, and I told her about things that had gone on with my work, as though nothing out of the ordinary had gone on last night. After breakfast, we did our usual Saturday morning household chores, and in the mid-morning, we had a coffee break.

I sat on the couch in the living room, with some coffee, and Sonya sat next to me on the couch, sipping her lemon tea. We had been close since long before we lost her mother, so it was not unusual for her to sit right next to me like that, but as we sat and talked, I found myself looking at her pink bra. “Are you looking down my dress?” Sonya asked, with the hint of a smirk.

“Actually, yes,” I admitted.

“Good,” Sonya smiled, “I’d be a little disappointed if you weren’t.”

Sonya leaned forward, and placed her cup on the coffee table. She sat back, with her head on my left shoulder, looking up at me, and said, “Got any plans for the next hour or so?”

“No,” I answered, “What about you?”

Sonya swung around to kneel between my knees, so her face was close to mine, and I could smell her sexy, girly scent. “Last night, you went down on me,” she said, meaningfully, “and it was fantastic,” she finished enthusiastically.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I answered, thinking this was only going to get better. I was expecting her to ask me to do it again, and I would have found that quite delightful, but she said, “How about we go into your room and you can let me try it on you?”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said.

“I’d love to try it,” Sonya said, dropping her gaze to my crotch and then looking back up, “I’ve never done it before, but when I was washing you in the shower this morning, I thought ‘I’d like to put that in my mouth.” She smiled brightly, stood, and took my left hand in her right, and said, “Come on, lets go and have some fun.”

I stood up, and followed Sonya to my bedroom. I felt a cold wave of excitement as watched her sexy walk from behind. Inside my room, she turned to me and pressed herself against me, looking up and saying, “I’ve never done this but I think I can work it out,” Her voice seemed slightly husky, or at least had an edge to it. She smiled a little hesitantly, and glanced at my bed, saying, “I guess it starts with you on the bed.” Her smile widened.

I got on my bed and lay down on top of the covers. Sonya kicked off her sandals, climbed on the bed, and got between my legs, on all fours. “Let me do this,” she smiled, and she undid my belt, and zipper, and then gently removed my jeans and underwear. My cock was moderately hard already, and I looked at the position Sonya was in, head down, and her bottom up, for a moment I thought of what she would look like from behind in that short, cream summer dress. My cock felt a little harder at that thought alone.

“If you want me to stop, or you start to feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop,” Sonya said, smiling ironically, as she mimicked what I had said to her the first time I went down on her the night before.

“I won’t stop you, either,” I said, as the excitement began to mount in me.

Sonya stroked my cock a couple of times, very gently, with her right hand, and said, “I don’t know what it’ll be like if you come in my mouth, but just do it and I’ll see what it’s like. Okay?”

I nodded. My mouth was feeling a little dry already. Sonya put her mouth close to my cock, and I could feel her warm breath on the head. She softly kissed the head, and then licked it gently a few times with her tongue. She licked it like an icecream cone, and the feeling was exquisite, almost unbearable. Then, she put her mouth over the head, and stroked her head up and down a few times, stimulating the most sensitive part with her lips, and the inside of her mouth. She hadn’t even started with her tongue yet, but I flinched, as she attended to my hard cock with that pretty little mouth. It was so sexy watching this little novice, as she gently licked and sucked my cock, and now and again made eye contact with me, her lips working on the head of my tool.

“You’re doing really great,” I said, reassuringly, with a slight waver in my voice, “but sometimes I have trouble coming in a girl’s mouth,” I said. “I don’t know why, but sometimes I can’t come when a girl goes down on me.”

Sonya took her mouth from my cock, and said, “That’s okay. If I can’t make you come in my mouth, we both know I’ve got somewhere else you can do it.” Her smile was both sexy and mischievous, and her warm breath on my wet cock was delicious. “Satisfaction guaranteed,” she added.

She was about to put her mouth back on my cock, but she stopped and said, “It tastes kind of, I don’t know, exciting. I can’t explain it, but I can feel myself getting wet.”

“Most girls get wet when they do that,” I said. I couldn’t help smiling.

“Well, you might have to help me out with that when I’m finished with you,” Sonya answered, looking me in the eyes.

She put her mouth back on my cock, first taking in the head only, but then moving her mouth down further. She used her lips to spread her saliva around it, and then started to use her tongue for the first time, adding immeasurably to the pleasure I was feeling. Her tongue was rubbing against the sensitive area under the head, and all I could do was let the feelings course through me, but I could not feel an orgasm starting.

Sonya took a little more of my cock on her mouth, and it looked as though she had as much in there as she could fit. She was gently moving her head up and down, and every few strokes she would move down quickly, just one quick stroke, and then back to the gentle motion. It felt incredible, but I was not even close to coming.

She kept on for a little longer, occasionally moving her mouth back up so she had just the head inside, using her tongue to work on the sensitive parts, and then after a while, she gently released my still-hard cock from her mouth. She licked her lips, and said, “What do you think? Do you think you’ll come if I keep going?”

I didn’t want to disappoint her, but I said, “I told you I sometimes have trouble coming in a girl’s mouth, so it’s not your fault. You were doing really well.”

Sonya got up from the bed, and stood next to it, on my right side, still smiling, and not discouraged at all. “Fortunately, I’ve got a place specially designed by nature, just to make you come. Time for plan B,” she said, enthusiastically. From under her short dress, she took off a pair of sexy lace panties that matched the bra I had seen down the front of her dress, and handed them to me, as I lay on the bed. I looked at them, and I noticed the cotton gusset was damp with her juices, and I gently inhaled the aroma, and looked up at her. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, with that impish smile.

“It’s guy thing,” I said, as I put them on the bed next to me.

“Probably lesbians, too,” she giggled.

Sonya lifted her dress over her head and took it off, in one movement, and tossed it on the floor. “Bra on or off?” she said.

“Leave it on,” I answered, “It’s kind of sexy,” looking at the sheer pink lace bra, holding her pretty breasts in place, “Not that I don’t want to look at your naked breasts, but there’s something very sexy about that bra,” I smiled.

Sonya started to climb on the bed, but she stopped with one leg on it, with her sweet little pussy open, exposed, and glistening with moisture. It looked so inviting that I considered asking her if she’d like me to go down on her again, but she seemed to have her own plans in mind. She looked at me and said, “Can I get on top this time?”

“Be my guest,” I said .

Sonya straddled my thighs, and my hard cock stood in front of her, looking big next to her petite body. I remember thinking it must go pretty deep inside her, and she said, “So far, Leon, you’ve given me four fantastic orgasms. This time, I want to give you one.”

“I’ve been coming too, you know,” I answered, smiling back at her.

“I know, but this time I want to give you one,” Sonya continued.

Sonya took my hard tool in her right hand, and with her left hand she opened her pussy lips and fed my cock into herself. She sank down on my cock, taking a deep breath and half-closing her eyes, as I entered her. Once again, I could feel the snug walls of her pussy hugging my cock, and she moved her pelvis up and down a couple of times, and then she lay forward on me, and began to fuck me from above. After only about two strokes, she flinched and buckled, as though someone had tickled her ribs.

“Oh!” she said, laughing, “that gets me right on my clitty when I do it like this!”

She settled down, and adjusted her pelvis slightly, and began that slow fucking motion once more. A moment or two later, she made that explosive giggling sound again, flinching, and saying, “I can’t do it! It’s too sensitive like that!”

Sonya looked at me as though she expected me to be disappointed, or frustrated, but I said, “It’s okay, just try and adjust your position a bit.” I put the palm of my right hand on her buttocks, caressing them very gently, and said, “Sex is meant to be fun, anyway.”

“You sure you don’t want to get on top and finish the job?” she asked, a little more seriously.

“No, keep going,” I said, “We’ll get there.”

Sonya kissed my mouth again, and said, “You’re so patient.”

She sat back up, still impaled on my cock, and said, “Just a minute, while I get my act together. I can do this.” She adjusted her legs a little, and then leaned back down to lie on my chest, and began to fuck me from above, while I tilted my pelvis to meet her with each stroke. It felt incredible, and we got into a nice, sexy rhythm. “This is great,” she said, looking at me, “I can feel you going right up inside.” Then, she gave me a deep kiss, with plenty of tongue, then drew back from the kiss, with her face close to mine, saying, “I’m gonna make you come, Leon.” She said it like it was a statement of fact.

I was holding Sonya with my arms around her back, but only gently, so I wouldn’t restrict her movement. She wanted to make this happen her own way, and all I had to do was enjoy it. I could feel the pleasure building up, and seeing her closing her eyes, and just riding her own waves of ecstasy was making me even more excited.

“You gonna come soon?” Sonya asked, a little breathlessly.

“I think so,” I said, “You’re making it hard to hold on.”

“Don’t,” Sonya replied, “Just do it. Just let yourself come. I want to make you come.”

“It’ll be all over if I do,” I said, my voice becoming hoarse, as I matched her rhythm with my own thrusting.

“That’s okay,” she said, speaking a little faster, “I’ll take care of myself afterwards. I want you to watch me.” She was speaking faster, and fucking me a little more vigorously, but she still gave me a mischievous smile, and added, “I want to put on a show for you.”

“You’re amazing!” I said.

“Do you want me to go faster?” Sonya asked, her voice getting more breathless.

“Just keep going the way you are ” I said, “It’s perfect.”

Sonya kept her beautiful fucking rhythm going, lying on top of me, riding my cock in full-length strokes, and I moved my hands down to rest them on her buttocks, feeling them clench with each thrust of her pelvis. I was getting to the point of no return, and I knew I was going to come soon.

“Am I making you come, Leon?” Sonya asked, her voice rapid and urgent, “I think I can hear it in your breathing.”

“I’m not far off,” I said, in a hoarse whisper.

“You gonna go for it?” she asked.

I only nodded; I could barely speak because the first twinges had started. I felt the orgasm start at the base of my cock, and then it burst and spread through me in a ripple of incredible pleasure, as the walls of her pussy hugged my cock, milking my orgasm from it.

“You’re coming, aren’t you?” Sonya said, “I made you come!”

“Yes!” I cried, my voice strained, and louder than I expected. It was all I could say.

My pelvis started to thrust back harder, pushing my hard cock deeper into Sonya, momentarily beyond my control, as I started to spurt into her. She had a look of triumph on her face, but suddenly, her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she said, “Oh, Leon! I’m coming too!” Her arms gripped me tighter, and she started to thrust her own pelvis harder, faster, forcing my cock even deeper into her snug little pussy, testing it to its limits. We had been meeting each other’s thrusts perfectly, but lost in our own orgasms, we got out of sequence, thrusting and thrusting at each other, both gasping, both breathing hard, both of us giving and taking sexual gratification in equal measure.

My orgasm was subsiding, but Sonya was still in full cry, thrusting her pelvis, her upper body shuddering, her breath ragged, her eyes focussed in the distance. All I could do was hold onto her, as she rode her orgasm to its finality.

Sonya’s thrusting lost its even rhythm, and she started to thrust in random strokes, deep, shallow, fast, slow, all at once, as she immersed herself in sexual pleasure. Then, at the end, arched her back, and threw her head backwards, her face looking almost as though she was in pain. She made a throaty, gasping, “Ahhhhh!” sound, and then relaxed, and lay on my chest, panting for breath.

I could feel the film of sweat on her back, as I gently ran my right hand from her shoulders to her buttocks. My cock was still inside her, still half-hard, and in a breathless whisper, she said, “Just hold me here for a bit, Leon. Just hold me while I lie here.”

I didn’t feel like moving, either, so we both lay there like that for a few minutes, with Sonya on top, and my spent cock still nestled inside her sticky pussy. Eventually, Sonya rolled over onto the bed on my left, and lay there on her right side, facing me. As if deep in thought, she placed her right arm under my neck, and took hold of my softening cock, in her left hand, looking at it intently, and saying, “Every time I get near this thing, I come all over the place.” She looked up from it to meet my gaze, and smiled.

“You looked like you enjoyed that,” I said, also smiling.

“Am I that transparent?” she smiled back, “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”

Sonya moved up to kiss me on them mouth, a long and sexy kiss that excited me, even though she had only just fucked me to an incredible level of satisfaction a few minutes ago. “Wanna see how I make myself come?” she said, with her impish smile, after breaking the kiss, “I told you I’d put on a show for you.”

“Only if you want to show me,” I said, smiling back, “but I thought that was only if I came and you didn’t.”

“Well, you did say sex was supposed to be fun,” she answered, “and I think it’d be fun to show you.”

I turned over on my left side to watch her, and Sonya, still wearing nothing but her pink lace bra, began to wiggle her pelvis around as she lay on her back. “First off,” she started, looking at me, “I like to get comfortable. Normally, I’d have to take my pants off, but I’m not wearing any today.” The smile she gave me was almost ridiculously sweet, under the circumstances.

After making herself comfortable on the bed, Sonya spread her legs, and she put the first finger of her right hand in her mouth, and wet it, then she put it between her legs, touching herself just below her clit. “I usually lick my finger to get it wet, and then I start to gently stroke my slit, like this,” she said, demonstrating for me. “That helps to get me nice and wet down there, but with all that come you just left inside me, I’m already on a bit of a roll,” she smiled.

“Your come might not be any good for making babies, but it’s nice and slippery,” Sonya went on, as she gently parted her inner lips with her finger, pushing it in a little further, “and it’s giving me a head start.” She took a deep breath, and moved her finger down a little, and said, “Every now and again, I like to run my finger down to my opening, and spread a little of my juice up on my clit, to keep things going nice and smoothly.” She paused, but kept her fingers going, and said, “I’ve got this down to a fine art.”

She then used her left hand to very gently part the outer lips on either side of her clitoris, and started to touch herself under the hood with the first finger of her right hand. I saw her swallow, and take a quick little breath, and she said, I've got a confession to make.” She dropped her gaze, for a moment, as if she could be any more candid than she already was, and, still gently touching her own pussy with her right hand, she said, “Over the last couple of months, when I do this, I sometimes close my eyes and imagine it’s your hand down there.” She looked back up to see my reaction.

Now I was the one who had to swallow, but I was a little lost for words. “You’ve got beautiful hands, Leon,” Sonya said, “strong, but beautiful and soft.”

I looked at my own right hand without thinking. I’m not a big man, so my hands are not what you would call chunky, and I have long fingers, but I was surprised to hear Sonya complimenting me on them like that. “Made’ya look,” she said, smiling, when she saw me looking at my hand. Her own hand was still gently working on her pussy.

“I never thought of them like that,” I said.

“Seriously, Leon, they are beautiful,” Sonya continued, “Sometimes, when you kiss me good night, you put them on my shoulders and kiss me on the top of my head, and I can feel the strength in them, but they’re so lovely and soft. You’ve got loving hands,” she said, still gently stroking her pretty little pussy in front of me on the bed.   Her voice was taking on a dreamy quality.

“In fact,” Sonya started, “It’d be really nice if you touched me with your hands while I do this, Leon. I’m doing it for you, but if you touch me gently, it’ll be even better for me.”

My throat felt a little dry, as I swallowed, and I said, “You seem to have things under control down there,” looking at her hand between her legs, as her finger gently rubbed her clit in a circular motion, “so where would you like me to touch you?”

Sonya still had that dreamy expression on her face, and she took a deep but gentle breath, and said, “Well, you could take off my bra and play with my boobs, you know. They’ve never been touched by a man,” pausing to make eye contact, “although I like to play with them myself sometimes, when I do this.”

I moved over, so I could put my arms in an embrace under Sonya’s back, to undo her bra as she lay on the bed. While our faces were close, she lifted her head from the pillow, and gave me a long and soft kiss on the mouth. “Got it?”, she asked, as I undid the catch, and she relaxed back on the bed.

I gently pulled her pink lace bra away, so she could take her left arm out of it, and then I slid it along her right arm, down to her pussy. She took her hand away from her pussy, so I could slide the bra off, and she put two fingers of her right hand into her mouth and licked the juices from them. “You and me mixed together,” she whispered, smiling, as she went back to gently rubbing her pussy and clit.

I kissed her mouth again, so I could taste what she was describing, and then I looked at her exposed breasts. Sonya was not a big sun-worshipper, so she only had very faint tan-lines on her breasts, but they were beautifully shaped, round and perky, with nipples a darkish-pink colour. I put my right hand on her left breast, and gently caressed the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her own tender ministrations of to her pussy had already made them slightly hard, but I felt the nipple harden even more at my touch. Sonya gently bit her lip, as she looked down at my hand on her breast, and she said, in a breathy voice, “Would you like to kiss my other one?”

“I think you read my mind,” I said, smiling as I moved down and gently kissed her just above her right nipple, while I still caressed her left breast. Then, I placed my lips over her right nipple, and gently sucked, feeling the nipple harden even further in my mouth. Sonya took another deep breath, and I turned my head slightly, still with her nipple in my mouth, and I watched her right hand moving between her legs, as she gently stroked and fingered her pussy. I felt her left hand on the back of my head, gently stroking my hair, and then she said, “Leon, I’m close.” Her chest heaved twice, and took my mouth away, and looked at her pretty face, as she tilted her head back, and closed her eyes, and took another deep breath.

I took my hand away from her left breast, and gave her right nipple one last gentle kiss, and then moved back, to let her come by her own hand, as she had wanted to show me. Even though it was only a short time since I had come inside her beautifully snug pussy, the same pussy that was now being stroked, fingered and gently massaged by her own hand, I felt my cock begin to harden again, at the sight of this lovely young girl, pleasuring herself in front of me.

Sonya’s right hand began to move a little faster, and she took a deep breath, and began to make that whimpering sound she made sometimes, when she was close to orgasm, “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” and she started to move her hand up and down between her clit and the opening of her pussy. Then, she put her left hand between her legs, and began to finger-fuck herself with the first finger, while her right hand worked her clit and slit. She shut her eyes, and bent her legs at the knees, drawing her legs up, and continued with the whimpering sound.

Even though I had only just come a short time before, I could feel my own desire uncoiling inside me at the site of Sonya, as she brought herself closer to a shuddering climax, but I remained as I was, letting her finish what she had started. My own throat was dry, and I had to swallow, as Sonya bent her head back, with her eyes shut, and made an, “Uh, uh, uh!” sound, her belly contracting sharply with each groan, and she started to thrust her own pelvis, as she fingered herself to ecstasy.

“Leon! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she cried, “ Ohhhh, Leon! Ohhhhh, Leon! That feels so good!” Then, with a groan from deep in her throat, she relaxed on the bed, and exhaled with a long sigh.

I waited a moment, to make sure she was really finished, and I took her right hand from her pussy, and licked her juices from her fingers, while she looked at me with a dreamy smile. Sonya then reached over and took my right hand with her left hand, and pulled me, so I took the hint and rolled toward her. She hugged me to her, but my now-hard cock poked her thigh, and she looked down at it, and said, in a slightly breathless voice, “What happened to the forty-year old guy who didn’t think he could keep up with me?”

She gently took hold of my cock in her left hand and said, “Let me help you with that,” and moved her pelvis towards it.   My cock was by no means the mythical “eight inches of pink steel” you read about in porn magazines, but even so soon after coming, it was hard enough for me to make good use of it. I got onto my knees between Sonya’s legs, to enter her and I looked at her ravaged pussy. Her pubic hair was matted with a mixture of my come and her own juices, and the inner lips were swollen and purple, but the entrance was a welcoming pout. I slid my cock into Sonya, feeling the now-familiar sensation as the walls of her pussy hugged my hard cock. After a few gentle strokes to get the motion going, I began to thrust a little harder, and Sonya hugged me to her, and said, “Fuck me deep, Leon, do it like I’m a woman, not a girl.”

I responded by fucking her a little deeper, but I was conscious of not pounding her little pussy unmercifully. I just couldn’t bring myself to do that. Sonya took a deep breath and said, “Satisfy yourself, Leon, just let yourself come. I’m here for you, just like you’re always there for me. Just do it.”

My own orgasm came faster than I expected, probably because I had been so aroused by Sonya’s solo performance, and I felt the first twinges beginning, as Sonya’s exquisite pussy worked its magic on my cock. Sonya hugged me to herself, and kissed   

Me, and said, “This one’s for you.” She wrapped her legs around me, and said, “I’m not letting you go until you’re finished.”

“It won’t take long,” I said, with my voice straining. I felt myself starting to come, and Sonya hugged me even closer, as I began to thrust harder into her. It was so soon after I had come the first time, that my second orgasm was so good, it was almost painful, as I spurted a second measure of seed into Sonya’s welcoming pussy. For those few seconds, all I knew was the feeling of my climax, and the sensation of Sonya’s pussy, working my cock, extracting every ounce of pleasure that our coupling was capable of giving. Then, totally spent, I relaxed, supported only by my elbows, so I did not let my whole weight rest on Sonya’s petite body.

After a couple of moments of silence, as we both got our breath back, Sonya said, “This could be habit-forming.” I rolled over onto the bed, on her left, and she then rolled over to lay her head on my chest. We lay there for a while, hardly speaking, until we dropped off to sleep, our arms wrapped around each other, in my bed.

I was now enthralled by Sonya, the beautiful siren, and I would never be the same again.