Her 16th Birthday

It’s five minutes after midnight. We are now free. Finally, free!

For some time now, we’ve only been talking about it. Looking. Yearning. We couldn’t do more.

But now, everything changes.

Moving closer to her, my all-encompassing carnal desire submerges my mind in a dreamy haze. But this moment is real. Somehow, incredibly, real. My 34 year old body naked, so close to hers, skin meets skin, mouth meets mouth, breast meets breast. Five minutes after midnight. It’s now her 16th birthday.

Her innocence not untarnished, she retains an air of virginity about her, though confident. More beautiful than cute, incredibly short, 136 cm.

Her body is a late bloomer, a sight pulling mercilessly on my entire being like a tractor beam. Resistance is futile. I should feel deterred, but I cannot.

I am 160 cm, athletic, not used to being the significantly taller one. She’s so small. I absolutely love it. My body absolutely loves it.

I move a strand of her auburn hair back behind her ear, allowing my espresso dark roast cheek to rest briefly on hers, her summer-tanned skin looking pale in contrast to mine. My full luscious lips whisper her name, while gently caressing her ear. The tip of my tongue finds her earlobe. She moans in my ear. All of my trembling fingers travel cautiously down from her shoulders and find the hard nipples on her small, pale, budding mounds.

A raised voice inside me angrily says:

"You pervert! You fucking disgusting pervert!" in a vain effort to change the unstoppable advance of passion.

Wetness is generously filling my crotch. Her hand caresses it’s way down, reaching it.

“Oh... yeah”, she whispers as her fingers get all slippery. My mouth arrives on one of her stiff nipples, my tongue dances with it. She is whimpering with pleasure, bright and clear whimpers, sounds of not yet ripe vocal cords.

Two fingers now inside my swollen sex, her other hand moves softly like a sweet tropical evening breeze when it raises my face for our mouths to meet. Her tongue swiftly finds its way between my voluptuous lips. My tongue brazenly moves forward, meeting hers. In a sudden wave, my head feels light, my body weak, as if I’ve never experienced deep kissing ever before. It’s the magic of her tongue, so young, verging on too young, licking mine, and mine licking back.

Lost in the kiss, I suddenly feel my fingers on her clit and pussy-lips. She gasps loudly. My middle finger slips inside her lubricated nubile orifice. All the way in. I move it in and out. Instantly her lubrication increases. Her fingers are in me still. She moans, in her high-pitch soprano. The moistness of her youthful cunt is spellbinding, calling me. I can’t fucking take it anymore.

I lick my way down her chest, breasts, belly, then stuff my mouth with her newly shaved vagina. My mouth is not the first to be here, she’s told me, but it’s the first experienced mouth. And it’s the first Black African mouth. The tip of my tongue rapidly tickles its way up and down, all of her labia and clit. She lets out sounds of her pleasure, bright and clear sounds.

She smells and tastes fresh, just ripe. My fingers part her small petals and the deep darkness of my skin looks so erotic against her light pink sex. My tongue, slightly longer than most, pushes inside. Deep as it goes, while I am careful not to touch her with my teeth. I let it move around inside her, flickering like a candle flame in the wind. My upper lip massages her little clit.

My tongue feels the pulsing squeezes. Their tempo gains momentum. I feel heavenly, incredulously realizing she’s already about to climax, to climax in my mouth. Her hand lands on my African braids, holding my head in position. Less than half an hour ago, this would’ve been illicit. Now it’s not. The voice inside me, now coming from a distance, again accuses me of perversion, but it’s too late. Her orgasm has arrived.

I feel her hand pressing my head down, locking my mouth on her pussy. The whole of her tenses up. With squeaky grunts like in Japanese teen porn, she oozes - still by only a margin of minutes now legal - cum into my mouth. Drinking it, my horniness sky-rockets. My tongue and lips work frenetically. She too is so aroused now, I almost didn’t notice her orgasm is finished.

Her hand is still on my head, I take it to mean she wants me to keep going. I feel her other hand reaching for my ankle. Only now do I realize we’re in a position where her torso and mine form a capital “L”, my legs to the side, almost within her reach. I move my leg closer to her, allowing her to reach it. Her palm and fingers caress my ankle, tentatively at first, by chance fiddling a bit with my cowrie shell anklet.

From my viewpoint between her legs, I see her eyeing my EU size 36 foot. Her hand suddenly gains confidence, slides down to my sole. Her palm repeatedly strokes the length of it, from my toes to my heel. It makes a titillating rush run up from my foot, through my leg, and into my chest. Somehow it enhances my feeling of intimacy with her.

Holding my ankle, she moves my foot closer to her, placing my sole barely an inch from her face. She gasps pleasurably. The bottom of my foot feels the wonderful warmth of her heavy breathing. For a second I think I should say sorry, my feet have been in my warm sneakers all day. But a second was too long. Her tongue is already sliding from the ball of my foot to my heel and back again, over and over.

Doing that makes her groaning louder, still in that squeaky bright pitch. The rush up my leg is back, ramped up. I pant. Her tongue goes for my toes, under and between them, and she sucks them too. Her brashness in the face of their musky bouquet is so arousingly kinky. It triggers me to step up my licking of her little cunt. I sense her ascent to another orgasm has begun. Her mouth still busy with my sole and toes, she tries to say something. It comes out as a partly inaudible mumble. I can only just make out something about “taste” and “sexy African feet”.

Again her body tenses up, squirming at the same time. The volume of her long squeal starts low but quickly rises high, then a series of guttural grunts follow. Her juices oozes. I lap them up. I lap until she slows her licking of my foot and her body slackens. My own vaginal liquid has run down the side of my hip. I now feel the wet spot on the bed spread. I desperately want to climax.

With youthful effortlessness she flips her tiny body around while licking her way up from my foot toward my eager, begging trimmed vulva. I lay back, spreading my legs wide. I look at her. Her skin is like Cream of Wheat against my 85% dark chocolate. I feel really obscene. Exposing my genitalia freely to such a young girl. At the same time the obscenity feels lecherously liberating in the light of her unmistakably uncurbed desire.

Her mouth licks on, up my inner thigh, reaches its goal. My clit is already puffed up, at peak sensitivity. The first brush of her tongue sends a twitch throughout my body. I grunt. She licks and sucks all of my drenched cunt. She obviously is not a newbie. Looking at her now, her face and all of her short body looks so young, so fucking young. It feels forbidden. I feel lewd, perverted, obscene, nasty. I wallow in the emotions.

The prelude to my ecstatic release turns into a crescendo that keeps rising, rising, rising. Rising past the point I thought would be the peak. Rising, relentlessly. My whole body trembles. I pant like crazy. I can’t take this any longer. Still rising, rising.

Abruptly, I detonate. With screaming grunts I shake with orgasmic euphoria. A jet of liquid shoots her in the face. Taken aback, she instinctively flinches but quickly comes back into the continued gush. Her mouth open, she returns to lick my labia. The final few spurts goes straight into her mouth. She swallows. Damn, she guzzles my squirt. I haven’t squirted like this in ages! I should probably care about my mattress topper getting soaked. Fuck it, I’ll buy a new one.

I so wish I could cum again, but I know multiple orgasms are not within my capability. I softly touch her face with my hands to let her know that I’m done for now. I flash a smile at her.

“You’re amazing!” I say, still catching my breath.

In that sexy bright voice she replies:

“You too! Your skin is so dark, it turns me on so much!”

In any other situation I would’ve taken offence at a comment like that, but right here, right now, everything is about pure carnal attraction. I lust for her youth, she lusts for my skin tone. It’s all good.

She wants more. She kisses me, tongue deep. The bodily fluids left in our mouths mingle with the tango of our tongues. Again with that effortlessness of hers, she springs back, and just like that we’re scissoring. I know I can’t yet cum again, but I do it for her. We grind together, finding the right connection surprisingly fast.

Our pussies rub each other rhythmically, sloshing from the dampness. Feeling and seeing us fucking like this is just incredible! I’m fucking her horny young little body! Her humping gets more vigorous. I return the favor. She grabs my foot, the other one this time, licks my whole sole fervently. Oh fuck it feels good! My body is permeated with feeling like an archer’s bow when the string is pulled back.

Her cute tiny foot is next to my face. I put her sole on my cheek and rub my face on it. It’s silky, warm and a bit slippery. So aroused now, I can’t resist. I let my tongue out and lick it. Tastes sweet, slightly vinegary, and off limits. The string of the bow feels pulled back further. I put all of her miniature toes into my mouth and my tongue goes all over them. More vinegary, and it’s the best fucking vinegar ever!

My toe-licking makes her feral. Her licking of my sole, her humping my cunt, she goes nuts with it. In the midst of it all, by chance we find the spot where our clits meet. Just when I thought this couldn’t feel greater! We make noises reminiscent of a rain forest during mating season. I can’t believe what’s happening, it really feels like I’m gonna cum, again! Oh fuck yes, YES!!! With teeth clenched I groan a long, strong groan. I feel my pussy contract in a hard squeeze. No squirts this time, but I feel something running out of my vulva.

My orgasm drives her too into climax. She huffs and puffs, pressing my sole hard on one side of her little face. Gradually we slow our grinding down. Our breathing is normalizing. With it, we’re fading out of enchantment and back into reality, as if by some wizardry we were out of this plane of existence for a while.

Flashing on me suddenly is a feeling of guilt and fear. Fear of the reaction her parents might have. If they find out. Then again, no use worrying about something that might never happen. I lift my head and look at her lying there in nubile nakedness. So beautiful. So sexy.

“Happy 16th Birthday!”

“It really, most certainly is!” she replies brightly.

In just a few minutes it’s 1:00 AM. I