Anne_Joseph2

Anne and Joseph Chapter 2 of ? (3 completed)

[Zakai Akiva and Zakia Akiva] (MF, oral, cons, rom)

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Anne slowly regained control of her limbs, though she was still shaky from the intensity of the only REAL orgasm she’d ever felt. She grabbed one of the carefully laid out hand towels and started gently rubbing Joseph dry, while he was still gasping for breath. She gently rubbed his back and shoulders, his buttocks and legs. As she was spreading two of the other towels on the floor as an improvised bath mat, Joseph took the last towel, and patted her dry. Then Anne reluctantly went into the bedroom, looking carefully at the boxes, trying to find the right one, almost unaware of her nudity, rubbing her hair with one tiny hand towel.

Joseph watched as Anne walked away, enjoying the slight swaying movement of her hips which made her ass bob. After she’d gone into the bedroom, he grabbed his cell phone out of the bottom of his gym bag- he placed two telephone calls. One to Jerry, his best friend and roommate- to let him know that he was skipping class tonight, luckily Jerry had left the ringer off again, probably in bed with his latest conquest, and he didn’t have to explain. And the second to a local pizza parlor, and crossed his fingers that they shared a taste for the same toppings!

Then, he stuffed the phone back in the bag and shoved their muddy clothes into the washing machine, and finding that next to it the apartment complex had left a tiny one load box of detergent, and a single fabric softener sheet

Anne came back into the room, her arms laden down. She plopped her bounty down on the kitchen island next to Joseph, and explained it to him.

“Well, I have not found much… I KNEW I should have packed myself instead of letting the movers do it! But, I found 2 pillows”, which she picked up triumphantly “3 quilts” which she flopped over one by one, “and finally a bathrobe!”. Joseph was amazed as she held up a thick, unisex terry cloth robe, in forest green, which looked big enough to wrap around her tiny frame three times. Then she took the loose wrap-around skirt and peasant blouse she’d had in her overnight bag, and shook them out in preparation to put them on.

Joseph grinned, lopsided, and blushed a little. He was staring at her as she lifted one dainty foot to step into her skirt. It might be love or lust or a combination of both, but his heart raced and he could feel himself beginning to harden. Her thin legs, gently rounded ass, the way her legs parted and the soft, pale pink lips of her pussy combined into the perfect girl amazed him, because here he was, having just made love to her, emptied himself inside of her…

He was hard again, although he was trying to hide it behind the counter. Her skin was very pale but also lightly freckled, like she must not see a lot of sun because of sensitive skin. That was ok…he was a night-owl himself…and then he sighed just a bit, realizing he was getting WAY ahead of himself. The way she felt, the way she moved, seemed to say this wasn’t something she would have ever thought to do, but, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t come to her senses and realize he was just a mistake. Still, she had presented the pillows, and the blankets, like an invitation. As always, with women, he was completely confused.

Anne started grinning at him, too. She could tell that he had an erection, and despite their activities, he was shyly hiding it behind the counter. It was cute, but what made her cheeks redden softly was that she really wasn’t sure she wanted to get any clothes on at all. She could still feel the wetness between her legs, and how he had felt inside of her. The effect of her daydreaming was that she buttoned the blouse very slowly, the soft fabric teasing at her nipples and barely hiding her arousal. Even with her small, girlish nipples, they stood through the fabric.

Joseph, reluctantly and hurriedly put on the green robe. She really must swim in this, he thought, as it barely covered him. He tied the belt tight to try and keep his erect penis from slipping out between the fabric. It was awkward but exciting, and he search desperately for something to say. Maybe if he could talk, she wouldn’t think he was some sort of creep looking for sex.

“I ordered a pizza, while you grabbed things…”, he began.

Her mouth turned, a smile but also stern, in a terribly cute way. Joseph immediately wanted to kiss her, and in fact leaned forward without really thinking and did so. It was quick, and light, but as electric as the deep kisses in the shower. Her lips were like satin…

She was not unhappy with the kiss at all. In fact, it derailed her thought completely for a moment. He definitely had something in those kisses.

“I ordered one too”, she said finally, once the train started on the track again.

“Combination?”, he said, smiling hopefully.

“Yep”, she said lightly, with the hint of a girlish giggle.

“No onions”, the both said. And laughed fully. Her hand came to rest on his, and he turned his at the wrist to take her tiny hand fully into his palm. And for just a moment they stood there, smiling into each other’s eyes.

The thought briefly flashed through Anne’s head “What on earth are we going to do with 2 large pizzas?”, but as with all things in this surreal night, it was better left one step at a time.

She broke eye contact with Joseph, and stepped into the living room, shoving boxes to the perimeter, clearing the center area.

Joseph saw what she was TRYING to do, and started moving the heaviest boxes for her. He was much stronger than his frame suggested he might be, and he selected the smaller sized boxes that looked to him like they might contain books. From their weight, he was right, too. They worked in companionable silence for a short while, then Anne backed into Joseph. They fell to the floor, laughing, and turned around.

Joseph couldn’t wait any longer, looking at the sparkling eyes of the woman he couldn’t believe he’d once thought mousy, and leaned over to kiss her full on the mouth.

Anne reacted by leaning into him, pressing her hard nipples against his chest, exposed where the robe had gaped open while he worked. She wrapped her tiny arms around him, melting into him.

Joseph moaned into her mouth, cupping the back of her head in one hand and her ass in the other. She felt so good, she smelled fresh and clean, she tasted like a summer meadow open and sunny. He felt Anne’s mouth open beneath him, and their tongues started dancing together—an almost electric shock making every nerve in his body sing and he pulled her tiny body into his lap, caressing her through the thin cotton of her blouse and skirt, loving the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing anything under them.

Joseph’s right hand slid up across the fabric of her blouse and gently cupped her breast. He loved the softness, the curve of the flesh at the bottom of her, but most especially her tiny nipple. His thumb brushed against it first, and her reaction, with a sharp intake of air, her mouth opening slightly, just the smallest, barely audible noise, urged him to return, playing each fingertip against her. With her lips parted, he kissed her deeply again, their tongues sliding against each other. He pulled back for a breath, then kissed her lips, one at a time…just the bottom lip, then the top…it wasn’t just playfulness, because he truly had never even imagined lips that felt like hers.

His left hand was roaming from the small of her back to the round of her ass, to her hip, where he could just feel the bone beneath, around to her waist on the far side. She was so small he could wrap her in his arms and she might well disappear, he thought, and his instinct demanded just that. She brought her knees up until she was in his lap entirely, and seemed quite content with his idea to cocoon her in his arms. Their hearts were beating like twin drums.

The buttons of her blouse were easily undone. Only the bottom one remained. Although his robe had easily parted before, when he was embarrassed for it to do so, now it tangled on his lap, trapping his erection away from her even as she turned and wrapped her legs around his hips, and he knew that her wetness was exposed beneath that skirt. However, he was momentarily distracted, his mouth drawn to her exposed breasts. His left hand pulled her blouse open, and cupped her right breast, pinching lightly at the nipple and eliciting tiny pleasurable gasps. With his right hand sliding down her rib cage, to her waspish waist just above her buttocks, he pressed her into him. His mouth dove down, his lips parting and her left breast sliding almost wholly into his mouth. The he let her breast slide gently out of his mouth, closing his lips until only the nipple remained. He grabbed it tenderly with his teeth and played the tip of his tongue against it. Anne’s head fell back and she moaned.

The doorbell rang.

Their eyes met, panicked, saddened, embarrassed, but most of all, lustful. Neither really felt like stopping at all.

The doorbell rang again.

“Pizza”, Joseph said sadly. She slid demurely off his lap, her hands buttoning her blouse quickly. But ass she did so, the fabric was pulled tight, her nipples showing through taunt and aroused, clearly sensitive and she licked her lips…hungry, but not for pizza.

He realized afterwards that he tipped the driver close to 20$ even after the cost of 2 pizza’s. He didn’t really have the money, but he didn’t really care.

He dropped the boxes on the counter, wondering what they might eat off of somewhat absently. His mind was a fog, and he was really only thinking of Anne.

Anne watched Joseph get up and walk to the door, noticing that her breast was wet enough to plaster her blouse against it, and she thought that that should have embarrassed her, but instead it just turned her on more. As Joseph absently dropped the pizzas on the counter, Anne rushed over to him, and shut the door, which he’d left ajar and then brazenly untied the belt of the robe Joseph was wearing. As it dropped open Anne’s gaze was once again pinned to his semi-soft cock, and the large testicles swaying slightly beneath. She reached forward, shy, but determined to see what it felt like now that it was dry, test the textures against the pads of her fingers.

Emboldened by Joseph’s sliding the robe off his shoulders, Anne dropped to her knees to watch as she softly grasped his penis andand it seemed to jump into her little hand. She slowly encircled the penis with the delicate tip of one finger, then wrapped her fingers around the shaft and pushed down its length, feeling the velvety skin over it as it hardened again.

With her other hand she carefully reached up and fondled his balls, feeling the soft skin of the scrotum, with the slight weight of the testicles inside. She gently rolled them in her hand, exploring.

It was an undeniably erotic sight, Joseph thought. Her face, so small and pixie-like, with a look of rapture as she knelt in front of him, exploring his penis, his testicles, running her fingers through the hair on the insides of his thighs. Her tongue played absently on her lips as she stroked him. He was as hard as possible, now, and still felt as if he was getting harder.

Anne spotted the first hint of pre-cum escape the tip, welling up from the little hole. She was enjoying the textures, his soft curly hair, smooth skin over a very hard organ, and the head a little rough. When she was younger she had thought about what it might be like to be this close to a man, but she had never actually been this close. The fumbles in the dark were nothing at all like this.

She looked up at him, past his chest rising and falling, passed his lips slightly parted, with his tongue that felt and tasted so good in her mouth, and met his eyes to see he was watching her. His eyes were so warm, so deep, and spoke to her. He looked at her as if she was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. And that was a look she was definitely not used to. It was also a look that said he was not even vaguely disappointed with her, or her lack of experience. With that look, the last of her embarrassment fell away.

Emboldened, her eyes returned to his penis. The roughness of the tip, the small drip of moisture at the tip…she leaned slightly forward, and with just the tip of her tongue began to explore him.

Joseph shivered bodily when the tip of her tongue met the opening of his penis. When she swirled it around the glans, he lost himself to the sensation. She licked along the shaft, both top and bottom. His penis slid along her left cheek as she moved in and took one testicle into her mouth, rolling it and exploring it. Unconsciously, he reached out and played his fingers lightly in her long, still-wet hair. He wasn’t watching any longer, his eyes shut and lost in the pleasure. He had no warning, and wanted none really, when she finally took the head into her mouth.

He was not terribly large, always thinking of himself as average really. But a stolen glance as she took him in showed him that it didn’t really matter to her. Her mouth, so small and feminine, her lips opened…she lowered her mouth over him until he was about half way inside. Her tongue danced on him, and then she closed her lips and slowly pulled back, stroking him with her dainty hand and her lips at the same time.

Anne had heard other girls talk, and she so much wanted to make him feel good. She tried to relax herself, which was difficult. He felt good inside her mouth, and tasted good, and her hands continued to explore him, stroke him, fondle his balls. His was much more than she had imagined. Each time she slid forward, she managed a little more of him inside. Her gag reflex was strong, but her desire to take him in was much stronger. She had managed him, just far enough that his curly pubic hair, slightly damp with sweat that was beading up on his torso, brushed the tip of her nose. She took a small break, releasing him from her mouth and taking one testicle in instead. Her hands played and stroked him firmly, less slowly. His scrotum began to tighten in her mouth.

He felt his balls begin to tighten, and there was little he could do to hold anything back. He couldn’t even speak. Joseph had never been this excited in his life. She released his testicles, and parted her lips, slowly sliding down over his penis again. That was all he could take. The hills balls clenched, his ass tightened, and her pressed himself forward into her mouth. Her eyes wide, almost doe-like, caught in headlight, she accepted him. Then, several long, powerful spasms that sent heavy cum into her mouth and down her throat. She was unprepared for it, but tried to swallow as much as she could. It overflowed her lips as she continued to work at taking him inside her. Joseph seemed unable to stop…moments felt like hours.

When he came in her mouth, she reacted without thinking, trying to swallow quickly, aroused entirely by the pleasure she felt in the act, and from him, and within herself. A quiver in her belly signaled her own orgasm, a product of the passion, and every bit as intense as his. Her own wetness overflowed her vagina, dampening her thighs. He more than filled her mouth, though, some dribbling out from her lips. She realized that she liked the taste, not surprised but certainly unexpected. When his spasms finally began to settle, she slowly, reluctantly let him out of her mouth. He softened only a little, and she was still fascinated by what he looked like. She licked her lips clean, and as she stroked him gently he shuddered, and a tiny bit more came out. She reached out with her tongue and took the last drop. His muscles tensed in pleasure, and the sights, sounds, feeling, taste…all led her to orgasm again. Powerful enough that her knees weakened, and she sat back, looking up at him with a smile.

Joseph fell to his knees in front of her, spent but still aroused. Her nipples strained the fabric of her blouse, her grin on glistening lips seducing him completely all over again. He reached for her, and she leaned to him. They kissed, long, passionate, and heavily. Then he held her a little while, basking in their mutual heat…their personal glow.

Joseph looked down at the top of Anne’s head, resting in near-sleep against his shoulder and was amazed again at this evening. He was afraid that if he fell asleep that he would wake up, and find that he’d just fallen asleep in his guard shack and none of it had been real. So, he carefully petted her hair for a few minutes, and then got up and arranged the pillows and blankets into a nest in the cleared space in the living room. Anne laid there, with her back against one couch cushion, dreamily watching the play of muscles under his skin as he moved about, naked. Then he picked her up and set her down in the arranged bedding, and knelt between her legs admiring her slender body, her fair skin and long limbs. Her small but perfectly shaped breasts, the gentle curve from her thin waist outward to her hips, to long thin legs, and her tiny feet. He opened her thighs as far as she would allow at first, which wasn’t very much, but enough that he could see the slight glistening of moisture on her thighs and the puffy outer lips, just slightly pouting open so he could see the thin inner lips with a small drop of moisture gathered on them.

Up until that moment Joseph had heard of but never been in a position to truly consider what he was about to do, and he’d thought that he’d never want to do it. But now it seemed the most natural thing in the world. He slowly bent down and kissed the curved of Anne’s neck, and down her chest, licking around her left nipple, nipping slightly at her rib cage, kissing her abdomen, dipping his tongue teasingly into her bellybutton. As he moved, he scooted himself backwards, and continued lower and lower, kissing the outer edge of her right hip, crossing back towards the center, and finally kissing her on her mound- feeling the slight prickliness of stubble against his nose. Then down further, dipping his tongue between the outer lips,

Joseph realized that he was almost holding his breath, fearing the fishy odor he’d heard about in high school, but as he inhaled he found that Anne didn’t smell like that at all, instead being sweet and clean, smelling more like her soap than anything else.

So he continued, lapping at her hood, finding the tiny bud of her clit and teasing it. When he did that she made the cutest little noise and bucked her hips. Then, swirling his tongue downward and finding her opening and dipping it as far in as he could reach. Her taste was sweet, but faint, just barely enough that he was sure of a taste at all.

His own timidity began to vanish, replaced by the pleasure of her pleasure. Ann was very responsive to touch, and as he explored the folds of her flesh he was rewarded with soft moans and her small ass tightening and pressing her mound into his mouth. He sucked gently at her clit, teasing with the tip of his tongue.

He was certainly enjoying it ever bit as much as her, his penis hardening and his own excitement building. When Anne reached orgasm, his tongue was inside her, awash with her wetness as she pressed into him and off of their improvised bed. She grabbed his hair in a hard grip, and pulled him up, dragging his mouth to hers and kissing him deeply and fully. Their bodies pressed together, one hand cradling her neck and the other wrapped around her slim frame, he rolled her over on top of him. She seemed so small and delicate he didn’t want to hurt her with his weight. Her hands remained tangled in his hair, and their passion completely lit.

Without aid, or even conscious thought Anne sat astride him, impaling herself on his hardened tool. As one they gasped at the intensity of the feeling. Then Anne sat up and started to move, ever so slightly, shyly at first, but then with more intensity, throwing her head back, as one of Joseph’s hands came up to tease her nipple and the other grabbed plaintively at her hip keeping the rhythm.

Joseph was beyond conscious thought, totally lost in the pleasure of the moment as he bucked his hips, matching her movements and brought himself deeper inside of her.

Then Anne leaned forward, over him mashing her throbbing clit against his hips as they came together in a crashing orgasm. Then she collapsed on top of him, completely spent. Joseph’s last thought was how perfectly matched they were, as his eyes closed and he joined her in sleep.

It was probably 2 hours later when they both awakened again, and giggling, found paper towels and the apartment provided microwave and heated the pizza, and tossed the clothes in the dryer. Joseph made a very furtive run wearing nothing but the robe to the side of the complex and bought them sodas from the vending machine. They cleaned up a bit, with very little left out of two pizzas, and fell asleep again their makeshift bed, snuggled tightly together.

End Chapter Two, Chapter Three to follow

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