Chapter 118: Hardwood! (R18)

"But... but how?"

Isolde felt like she was seeing things; every free man should have been castrated already; it was common knowledge.

"Does that matter right now?" Ben said to her with a soft smile as he took off his shirt, staring down at Isolde’s beautiful form on the edge of the table.

"No... I guess it doesn’t," Isolde muttered, her eyes glazed over in burning arousal as she stared at Ben’s cock, her waist subconsciously pulling forward and her body heating up at the reality before her.

She wanted it, and she knew the man before her knew she wanted it, and her wanted her too. Her gaze returned to Ben’s toned form, her breathing becoming more ragged and her breasts heaving beautifully with her rapid heartbeat.

"You look beautiful," Ben said to her, his gaze running through her form, the back of his hand reaching and gently caressing the side of Isolde’s reddened face that pooled into his arm longingly, then it drew along her chest over her full breasts and pointy nipples before falling on her tender belly.

Ben drew closer to Isolde, grabbed the hem of her gown below with both hands and pulled up the fabric, the garment pooling to her round waist and revealing her rich cotton undergarment. In the same spirit, his arms reached for her undergarment and slowly pulled it down her thighs, and finally through her legs before discarding it somewhere beyond notice.

Isolde’s luscious thighs were apart, her ass cheeks on the edge of the table, the visage of her petal, shimmering in the warmth of the room’s lighting, the steam and wetness from her warmth, its outline exposed invitingly as Ben’s hand gently caressed her pubic mound, Isolde’s eyes locked on vulnerably, hungrily to his own.

Ben lifted her thigh, his lips drawing slow kisses lower to her warmth, his tongue running a line to the gaps in her thigh, softly stimulating her labia, tasting her warm wetness, the steam from between her thighs coating his face, the sweet scent of her enshrouding his senses, the taste of her wet petals like salted cherries.

"Hmm!..."

"...aarghhh!"

Isolde’s moans resounded through the dinner room as Ben drew slow licks on her pussy, his tongue repeatedly stimulating her clit, gently drawing along her labia and flicking her clit again in gentle flutter as Isolde’s thighs subconsciously came on top his shoulders, latching around Ben’s head as her arms wrapped him in, her head tilted backwards, excited moans pouring from her as her body was taken into a pleasurable shock it had never experienced before. Her pussy was ignited in such delicious sweetness that she didn’t even have time to process the fact that the young man currently had his face between her, and his mouth on her privates.

"Oooo!....Hardwood!....hmmm!...."

Isolde’s moans were growing more frantic, her pussy steaming in hot wetness as Ben licked and stimulated her petal, his arms grabbing hold of her thighs from either side, rubbing and caressing her fullness, reaching to her round ass cheeks on the table and lifting to put her just over the edge before removing his lips from Isolde’s pussy, his mouth coated in her arousal fluid as he gazed upon her with heated need, his cock throbbing at the ready, her thighs spread and her pussy pulsing from lingering stimulation, Isolde on the table gazing at Ben in heated heat and want, her face reddened, eyes glazed over as she heaved her waist lower, her arms holding on weakly to either side of the table, murmuring almost inaudibly to Ben, her words slurred from ravaging arousal, her gaze locked onto Ben’s cock....

"Do it....please...."

"Put it inside me."

Ben scooped Isolde’s large thighs with both hands from either side, positioning himself between her thighs, his vein, throbbing cock in front of her wet, steaming pussy, and with as gentle a motion, he pushed his cock into her warmth...

"Hmmmmm!.....arrghh!"

"Arggh!..."

Isolde’s loud moan was accompanied by Ben’s grunt, his senses igniting in pleasure as his cock dove into her warm, tight, moist; his length pushing in with effort as the sweet tightness inside enraptured his cock in sweetness, and just as he was about to push all his length in....

Ben felt a hindrance, looking up at Isolde, who had a crease to her beautiful brow, glistening sweat coating her forehead, her pussy throbbing around Ben and new sensation blossoming in addition, making his cock about to burst in pleasure as he held on, his thoughts dawning in understanding as he watched Isolde biting down on her lower lip in both pleasure and discomfort from his penetration.

"You..."

Ben wanted to say as his eyes met hers, Isolde’s dark hazel eyes staring back at Ben in hungry, vulnerable need and a little embarrassment, before she quickly diverted her gaze.

Ben dismissed what he was about to say, and instead, he said to her as he plucked her flower....

"It’s an honor... my lady."

"Hmm!....."

"Argghhhh!..."

Ben’s cock tore through Isolde’s barrier as her body quivered; a loud, pained moan tore through her as one of her hand dug into the dinner table, the other into Ben’s back, her brow creased as Ben’s cock plunged into her depth; the tenderness of her inside, mixed with the sweet sensation of Ben’s cock inside her pussy, causing a mix of pleasure-filled bliss and tingling soreness to ravage though her.

Ben’s gentleness and the feel of his cock inside her, with her pussy adjusting to his penetration, progressively began to alter Isolde’s double sensation to a singular delicious stimulation, her pussy igniting from the inside with Ben’s meaty feel, her walls clasping around him like the tentacle of a mythical octopus, hungry and needy as Ben felt himself on edge, Isolde’s loud blissful moans mixing with his grunts as he slowly pulled out and pushed into her, her pussy clasping around him like a vice, sweet sensation pooling through his cock dipped in the deliciousness of her pussy, corroding his thoughts in maddening bliss.

"Ooooo!...."

"Arrrghrhh!....yesssss!!!....

".... Hardwood!.."

Isolde’s moans, like a beautiful symphony, resounded through the space as she bloomed beautifully into womanhood.