Untamed Passion

PLEASURE’S EDGE

It had been a great evening. Sawyer had enjoyed the dinner and the dancing, but the best part was driving Carly home. Carly was sweet and demure, and had a body that was out of this world. He did his best to

conceal his appreciation for her physical beauty…she was eighteen, but he was pretty sure that was young enough to qualify him as a dirty old man.

At forty one, Sawyer was trim and fit, and had a full head of thick sandy blonde hair with no trace of gray in it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Carly’s classic features. The girl’s slender profile was draped in a cotton sundress and her perfect wavy hair cascaded down over her shoulders in a cloud of light gold.

“I’m surprised a pretty girl like you is babysitting on a Friday night instead of out on a date,” he said by way of small talk.

“I don’t really date much,” Carly said, “Most of the guys I know are eighteen like me, but they act like they’re eight…they just aren’t worth my time.” She said it shyly, coloring a little as she spoke.

“So what do you do about…” his voice trailed off.

Her violet eyes swiveled around to meet his directly, seeing him in a new light, and the change in her demeanor was marked. “You mean about sex?”

Sawyer was nonplussed by her directness and her sudden animation as the subject turned to something he had desired but never intended. “Uhhh, yeah, I guess that’s what I’m asking.”

Carly seemed amused by his embarrassment. She shifted around in the front seat, the skirt of her dress rising high on her thighs as she regarded him, and giving him a shadowy glimpse of panties between her silky thighs. “I’m no virgin Mr. Thorpe. I fuck some of the more mature men I know, and when I can’t I use one of my toys.”

Sawyer choked on his own saliva and nearly had to pull over to the side of the road before recovering. He didn’t remember any woman being so direct in response to his probing questions, and to have an eighteen year old girl

speak this way to him was, well…eerie. His cock was suddenly pushing hard against the zipper of his trousers and nearly rubbing against the steering wheel. There was no doubt in his mind that Carly could see it, and his embarrassment increased. He fumbled with the tilt steering control and raised it away from his lap.

Carly laughed. “Don’t be such a fuss budget Mr. Thorpe, that’s not the first hardon I’ve seen.” He turned his head sharply back to the roadway, partially to hide his shock at her directness…and his further arousal. He heard her low chuckle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“I’m sorry too Carly. In my day young ladies weren’t so direct when talking about stuff like sex…it sure as hell would have made my life less complicated.” He grinned self-consciously. “I apologize for coming across like a dirty old perv, too.”

“I don’t mind at all,” she said, her thighs spreading apart even wider and causing the dim light to show more of her sheer panties. “It’s kind of nice to be appreciated by a mature man instead of awkward guys my age who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” She gave him a more direct look.

Sawyer nearly missed her driveway turn in, and his tires squalled as he made the sharp turn and came to a halt. Carly leaned across the seat, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the valley between her breasts and placing her hand on his erection. “It’s almost as frustrating though, when an older man I really find attractive won’t put his hands on me at all.” She leaned forward even further and kissed his lips, her delicate tongue slipping between them for just a moment. Then she climbed out of the car and walked up to her front door before turning to wave at him.

Sawyer backed into the street and then pulled to the side of the road. He unzipped his pants and masturbated furiously until he came all over the steering wheel.

It was another week before he saw Carly again. His wife Helen had called him at work and told him her mother was going into the hospital in

Montgomery, a hundred and seventy miles away, and that she was going up to stay with her until she could get around by herself. “I know you’re tied up on the Dawson deal dear, and won’t be keeping regular hours until it’s over…so I’ve contacted Carly’s mother and arranged for her to stay in the guest bedroom until I get back…she’ll be there when you get home tonight.” Helen paused for a second. “Todd’s excited about it.” Todd was their four year old, and he loved Carly almost as much as he loved his mom.

It was almost eight o’clock before he even left the office, and he was nervous about going home to Carly. His cock still burned from the pressure of her hand on it when he had dropped her off at home last week, but by now he had convinced himself that it had been an innocent accident, a mistake he had blown all out of proportion. The last thing his ego needed right now was another embarrassment.

She met him at the doorway wearing only a thin tee shirt. Standing on her tiptoes, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and told him his supper was ready. She was bubbly and ebullient and it cheered him up enough that he couldn’t refuse her when she offered her hand to him and led him to the table.

The meal she had cooked was simple but good and she had him laughing as she told him about her day. She had crossed her legs and the hem of the tee shirt had risen dramatically on her tanned thighs…Sawyer carefully averted his eyes to avoid embarrassing himself again.

After dinner, he sat in his recliner and watched as she lay on the floor in front of the television doing her homework and talking on her cell phone with her friends. When she lay on her stomach and raised her feet in the air behind her it was clear to him that she had no panties on beneath the tee shirt. He couldn’t concentrate on the television, and in spite of his best efforts, his erection grew harder and harder.

As it got later and Carly spent more time with her books and less time on the phone, her legs spread wider and her shirt rose higher. Some time around ten o’clock, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him. “What do I have to do?” she asked.

Startled, all Sawyer could manage for a response was “huh?”

Carly sat up cross legged and lifted her tee shirt over her head. She was completely nude and she was incredibly beautiful in the dim light. Carly crawled over to the recliner and put her hands on his erection, stroking him through his pants. “I want you,” she said simply, “and I was hoping you wanted me…”

He kissed her then, a hungry, needy kiss that didn’t end before his hand touched a small perfectly formed breast with a hard rubbery nipple atop it. When the kiss broke, all he could say was “Oh shit.”

“Mmmmm, that feels good,” Carly said, her lips still just inches from his own. “Do you know what I’d really like to do?” she asked him.

“I have no idea,” Sawyer said raggedly, completely out of breath.

“I want to give you a bath,” she said with a giggle. Carly stood up and tugged at his hand, dragging him towards the master bathroom and it’s garden tub. She sat on the edge of the tub and turned the water on, waiting for the temperature to get right. When she was satisfied, she poured some of Helen’s scented oil in the water and turned to Sawyer.

Her small hands went to his belt and she dropped his trousers to the floor. Taking his briefs in her hands, she exposed his burgeoning cock and laughed as it bounced against her cheek. Taking his thick girth in both hands, she took the tip into her mouth and gave it a quick suck before pushing him down into the tub.

She bathed him, adding bubble bath and a great deal of mirth as she used the washcloth to scrub every inch of his bare skin. Her actions caused him a little embarrassment at first, but he had to admit her attention was flattering, and fun as well. By the time it was over she was in the tub with him and they were delighting in the close slippery contact of their skins.

He dried her off and wrapped her in a large fluffy towel, carrying her to his bed and dropping her unceremoniously on the bed. When he dropped the towel he had tied around his waist, Carly mock snarled at him and playfully attacked his still erect cock. It disappeared down her throat and the surge of sheer pleasure he felt overwhelmed him. Involuntarily, his hands reached for her hair and he pulled her head down on his cock.

Carly immediately raised her head, her eyes huge, her nipples hard, and her ragged breathing giving away her sudden rush of lust. “Yessssss,” she hissed, “pull my hair and fuck my mouth damn you!” The look in her eyes was one of sheer animal lust…Sawyer had inadvertently pushed one of her buttons. With a snarl, Carly attacked his swollen cock, sucking, licking, and smacking her lips like a madwoman.

Sawyer grabbed great handfuls of her wavy blonde hair and began thrusting into her mouth. He could feel her nose bumping against his pelvic bone as he fucked her mouth as if it was a pussy. Her mounting groans told him he had read her right. Carly wanted it rough, she wanted it deep, and she wanted it now. Her hands grabbed at his balls and her tongue skittered wildly on his cock. Every few minutes she would come up for air. “Come on baby,” she whispered, “fuck my mouth.”

He couldn’t tell for certain, but he thought she was cumming as she sucked him…she was definitely making a racket. Her excitement aroused him, as did the fact that now woman had ever sucked so much of his cock into her mouth. Every time she took her mouth off him to breathe, she was urging him to cum inside her mouth. Before much time at all had passed, he was obliging her, shooting massive jets of scalding white cream against her tonsils.

There was no doubting her orgasm when his cum erupted in her mouth.

Her body lifted off the bed, her hands pushing her off the sheets, and her mouth locked tightly upon his spurting cock. Her shrill screams of pleasure excited him even more.

“Jesus that was good!” she said, smacking her lips and bouncing on the bed animatedly as his cum dripped from her lips and dribbled down over her breasts. She captured a strand of the thick gooey fluid on her forefinger and lifted it to her mouth. Sawyer had no idea why watching a woman play with his cum and eat it excited him, but there was no denying the surge of heat that suffused his loins when it happened…especially if the lady in question really seemed to enjoy it. Carly seemed to love it.

Not only did she love it, but she left no doubt that she wanted more. Still dripping cum, she straddled his cock and used her fingers to spread the lips of her pussy. He felt the hard nubbin of her clit rubbing against the tip of his cock, and then felt her hips begin to move along the length of him. The girl was using his cock to masturbate with!

Carly was so beautiful in the dim bedroom light, her shoulders hunched and her hands pressed against his hard belly. He could see the flat hard muscles of her belly and the prominent bones of her hips as she worked her pussy along the bottom of his cock. Her eyes were squinted with her effort, and her mouth hung open as she breathed raggedly in rhythm with her hip movements. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chanted as their slippery flesh melded.

Carly altered the angle of her hips just a tiny fraction and her eyes widened as Sawyer’s big glans slipped inside her. “Oh my god Sawyer that feels good,” she whispered.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The tight inside of Carly’s pussy seemed hotter and wetter than the inside of any other woman Sawyer had ever fucked. He was perfectly aware that the very idea that she was actually hotter inside was fatuous, but the feeling persisted nonetheless. He could feel the convex surface of her cervix brushing at tip of his cock and the contact seemed to excite her. Her mouth formed into a perfect “O” as she rode him, her eyes lit up from inside as if

she were seeing something no one else in the world could see. He put his hands on her breasts and she leaned into them and began to chant his name as he pounded mercilessly into her. Inevitably, it ended as it had to, with his semen washing over her cervix in waves. She collapsed in his arms as he held her as tightly as he dared.

It was Sawyer that moved first, lifting her up and gently laying her down

after pulling the comforter and top sheet down on the bed. He laid her head gently on the pillow, and then climbed in beside her, pulling the covers up over them before snuggling up to her body, their skin contact solid from head to toes. Her warm soft breasts were pressed against his chest, his spent cock against her belly, and their legs interwoven, he slept…not the guilty sleep of the damned, but the comforting sleep of someone who has finally found his way home. It was the most dangerous night Sawyer had ever spent, either before or after his marriage. The young woman in his arms was created for love, and Sawyer was very much afraid that giving her what she so richly deserved would destroy his family.

Carly was senseless with pleasure at what Sawyer had done with and to her body. She literally couldn’t move as she felt him arrange her on the bed and hold her so lovingly that she was moved to tears. When she felt his breathing slow to an even steady pattern and she was sure he was asleep,

she extricated herself from his embrace and climbed out of the bed.

Fully dressed, she stood in the doorway to his bedroom and stared at the naked man who had given her so much pleasure. She wanted nothing more than she wanted to crawl back into his embrace and sleep there…but she knew she could not. Despite her tender age, she knew she could not break up his family. She loved his son and she adored his wife, and she had taken all she dared from them.

Carly bit back the sob in her chest and walked to the front door and out of the house. She knew who she could send to take her place. She also knew that she could never come here again.