The Orange Devil

First shyly, then with increasing delight, he licked both her and his juices and plunged his tongue into the area of her anus, pushing his fingers into every pore he found. She trembled with pleasure and tucked a cushion under her buttocks to give him the best possible view and insight. He played with her hair, sucked her clitoris, and despite her convulsive screams, he simply did not stop

 She had been watching him for months, following how he changed from a mischievous little boy into a young man with strong biceps and long brown hair that flowed with every movement, driving the girls wild. Even as a boy, he was sought after in female circles; they all clung to him, and he observed them disinterestedly, always acting aloof and rebellious.
 Of course, it happened that he suddenly met the love of his life, who occupied him to such an extent that taking exams at the university he attended became a real chore. The problem was that his much-desired girlfriend did not allow him to go further than a hand tucked into her tight panties or, at best, to rub his bare cock against her, but God forbid he should finish. She considered that too great a temptation, both for him and for her, the little mama's girl. Her religiosity bothered him, but perhaps out of rebellion or boasting, he stayed with her and told the guys imaginative stories about her pussy, which surely came from outer space.
 She followed him and, by force of circumstance, listened to his passionate stories because she had a son of similar age who often forgot to close the door while having private conversations with his gang of leathery rocker types. Every day she felt she wanted him more, but he was as distant as Pluto, and she knew he might notice her, but he would certainly never take any action. In any case, these were acquaintances with her husband, with whom he spent time hunting from time to time. She believed that women went crazy for him because he was exceptional in bed, as she could not imagine the real truth, which was that he was still a virgin. This was certainly hard to believe, even for him.
 She knew she looked relatively good thanks to the exhausting exercises she exhausted herself with every morning, but certainly also due to the regular sex she practiced daily. Still, awakening his interest was akin to a death-defying parachute jump.
 One afternoon, which was no different from a thousand others, she lay on the bed listening to what else but rock music, thanks to her generation born during the time of the greatest legends. That’s probably why she was a good mom, as she allowed her son absolutely everything and was convinced that she should not stand in the way of his personality.
 When he entered the room, she was more astonished than he was because he certainly did not expect her in such a state. She had just showered, and her house dress had opened enough to show her breasts and legs glistening from cream after fresh depilation. She jumped up as if scalded, and he began to apologize:
- Sorry, you didn’t hear me, the noise is too loud, I’ll come back later... I needed Marko for some CD, and stuff like that...
 She was aware that such an opportunity does not present itself every day, and if she did not react now, she would never get close to him. The truth was she stumbled over her words and managed to squeeze out in incoherent sentences that Marko was not home due to some stupid sports tournament. He stood there like a statue, and his cock began to show beneath the thin silky shirt. She could not help but notice his quicker breathing and the beaded forehead, which must have indicated that he was probably thinking about the same things.
She stood next to him and looked at him wordlessly, and he then pulled her head closer and pressed a kiss on her that could have been called roughness rather than passion. She felt nothing, no tingles, and began to wonder about her cold-bloodedness. Despite everything, her goal had been set for quite a while, and she did not even think about missing the approaching train of opportunity.
She began to lead, kissing him more gently and pulling his hands over her bathed body.
- Don’t rush, slowly. We have plenty of time, just wait a moment for me to lock the door.
When she spoke, she knew the decision was made, and although there was a great possibility that someone might come by and she would have to explain why she was in a house dress next to closed doors, she quickly suppressed that thought. Perhaps the thought of such danger raised her adrenaline, but she began to feel tremors in her pussy and knew she wanted him.
 When she approached him, his hands caressed her now much slower and more sensually, but like a little boy, he could not restrain himself and slipped his hand into her panties. She certainly allowed him this, not because it felt good at that moment, but to avoid rejecting him with her teacherly advice.
 He was breathing harder, and at one point, he pushed her onto the bed, pressing his weight down on her and began to rub harder. His quick breathing told her he was very close to climax, and she did not even try to stop him. When his sperm spilled over the inside of his shirt, he turned and lay next to her, trying to hide the obvious stain. He was so sweet in his naivety.
 - Sorry, I wanted you for too long, and I couldn’t help myself.
His words filled her with pride, and suddenly she wanted to know everything. Since when has he wanted her, why, what does he feel for her... He was taken aback by such an outpouring of questions, and when she learned that he liked everything about her, starting from her hair to her little fingers, she could not believe he had noticed all that.
 - I don’t know if you’re just flattering me or if you’re serious, but you hit the right chord, and I truly want you, not this quickly and in fear. We need to talk, but not now. Go, and I’ll call you as soon as a favorable opportunity arises - as she spoke, he had already begun to rise as if he was embarrassed about everything and could hardly wait to close the door behind him. She understood that and did not try to stop him. However, before he unlocked the door, he returned to her, who was leaning against the door frame of the bedroom. His kiss was the embodiment of everything: passion, desire, and love.
 Of course, after this adventure, her thoughts were with him all day, and when he appeared in the evening looking for Marko, she found a way to briefly remove her son under the pretext that she urgently needed milk from the store. As soon as they were alone, she threw herself on him, no longer enslaved by those notions of tenderness. She thrust her tongue into his full mouth and with her hands sought his cock, which again grew into a hard rod at an incredible speed, and she began to squeeze it, while he, now freed from her complaints, slipped his fingers among her hairs and rubbed her little hill. The opening of the door disrupted their play, and she quickly retreated to the bathroom. She lay on the soft carpet, and with his image in her mind, she experienced climax with gentle rubbing. She did not wash her hands sticky with sweet juice but sneaked into the kitchen, listening for when Marko would see off his incredible friend.
 - Marko, please call dad to see if he’ll make it for dinner, and I’ll see him off. You know he always gets angry when I interrupt him for such trivial things.
As she expected, her son, who adored her for her liberal views, did it without question.
As soon as they found themselves in the hallway, she turned her fingers into the young man’s mouth and innocently asked:
- What do you think, where have we been until just now?
He closed his eyes and sucked them, and then she winked at him and pushed him out.
 Days passed in wild anticipation, and finally, the opportunity arose for them to be together. Both her husband and son went hunting for two days, and he, although invited, managed to wriggle out of his obligations at the university. He arrived ten minutes after they left the yard, and his desire was clearly evident on his red cheeks. She pulled him onto the huge bed in the bedroom while the rain lightly drizzled outside. She had to laugh when he asked her to unbutton the bodysuit he had persistently searched for hooks but could not find. When the beauty of her voluptuous body and incredible hairiness in her lower body spilled before his eyes, he was stunned, and then without a word, he lowered himself to the black triangle, and although she expected his tongue, it did not happen. He stood above her and began to gently drag his cock across her belly, then lower, when he felt her clitoris, he pressed the tip against it. He spun it and lowered it, pulling it between her lips, and then turned and repeated the same with the cleft of her ample buttocks, which, however, could measure up in firmness with much younger ones. When he mounted her and, pulling back, brought his cock to her neck, intertwining it in her long curly hair, she felt his scent and began to writhe in a desire to turn around. He did not allow her, and she felt her wetness and had to touch herself and play with her pulsing pussy that was waiting. She barely realized it when his sperm began to pour down her neck, accompanied by sighs of relief. She was taken aback but did not show confusion. He lay next to her, and as if everything was fine, he smiled happily.
 She found herself in an unusual situation. She was convinced that he had problems with premature ejaculation and did not know if it was wise to talk about it. She watched him, all red and satisfied, while his cock hung limply, and droplets of sperm glistened on his shaggy hair. She bent her head and licked the life fluid. It was obvious he became uncomfortable because he tried to protect the whole area from her intrusive tongue with his hand.
 - Don’t, I want to suck you, feel you, and awaken you. You have a beautiful cock, and your balls deserve to be caressed. You excite me to the point of fainting, and I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me like no one before. I’m afraid I’m falling in love with you, and I can’t even think about that. Let’s at least give ourselves unforgettable sex and memories. I want you to never forget me and never regret that we were together.
She pushed his hands away and began to draw his cock, which was gently trembling, into her mouth.
 - I am a virgin.
His statement stunned her almost as much as the expression he used to let her know that she was the first with whom he would sleep.
 - My little fish, don’t be afraid, I will be careful and gentle.
Such a thing she could not even dream of. Such a piece of a man with a reputation that was heard far and wide was still a virgin, and she would have the honor of introducing him to the world of adults. She felt honored, and at that moment she knew she had inevitably and irreversibly fallen in love.
 - But I don’t have any protection... - he began softly, to which she pointed her finger to silence him and continued to work on him. When she placed her breasts above his already sufficiently erect cock and squeezed it with her breasts, he tensed in all his beauty, and she knew she must not miss the chance now. She mounted him and slowly pressed down, rotating her butt. He let out a little cry and surrendered. From the wave of excitement, she forgot about his vulnerability and began to thrust with all her strength, helping herself by squeezing her swollen little hill. His long ahhh signaled successful penetration, and when she lowered her gaze, she caught the tears sliding down his dear face. She caressed him in her embrace like a crying child whose chocolate had just been stolen, and she could not even imagine how important a role she played in his life.
 - I love you, I love you, I love you... - he repeated, squeezing her in his arms. Such declarations, as much as they pleased her ears, were not appropriate, for there was no future for the two of them. When his lips gratefully descended on her swollen nipples, and lower, and ended up in the bush that allowed him the pleasure of life, she spread her legs and allowed him a view of her splendor bathed in sperm. First shyly, then with increasing delight, he licked both her and his juices and plunged his tongue into the area of her anus, pushing his fingers into every pore he found. She trembled with pleasure and tucked a cushion under her buttocks to give him the best possible view and access. He played with her hair, sucked her clitoris, and despite her convulsive screams, he simply did not stop.
 The ringing of his mobile phone in the pocket of his shirt draped over the bedside lamp did not stop, and only when she nodded her head did he reluctantly answer.
- Yes, I’ll come. I can’t right now, I’m at training. No, I can’t... okay, in half an hour. Uh-huh... and I you.
From the disconnected sentences, she pulled enough to understand that he was returning to reality, to that part where she had no place. He wanted to explain to her, but she closed his lips with a kiss and helped him get dressed. She followed him with her gaze through the foggy window and knew that this was the end.
 She could not calm down because every thought of hers was about him, about his innocence and shyness, about his beautiful long hair that smelled of youth and his muscles on his bare taut chest. She threw herself madly into baking cakes, dancing wildly to the rhythm of the blaring music from the radio. She wore only a short nightgown and an apron stained with flour. When she leaned out the window to see what late visitor was knocking on the door, she saw him wet from the rain. He was shivering from the cold, while droplets ran down his face. She opened the door and let him in, and he threw himself on her like a hungry puppy and knocked her onto the table, which still had a mountain of things from cake preparation. She heard as if from another dimension how the shells of eggs crumbled under her back and how the bowl of flour fell to the floor with a crash. He stripped in an instant and stood before her like a Roman statue. He scooped up the whipped cream from the kitchen cupboard with his fingers and began to smear it on her. He managed to push some into her little hole.
 - I will eat you, my dear, I will die from you... - he mumbled, and then he took her, on the table, roughly thrusting while the cream flew around the kitchen. He pulled it in and out, and when he approached climax, he quickly brought it to her mouth. With one last thrust, he filled her mouth with his stickiness. God, how she enjoyed it. After everything, they laughed at the mess, but she knew she had to prepare him for the bitter truth.
 - I’m afraid I can’t control my feelings, but sex is one thing, and feelings that have awakened in us are another. I am much older than you, and you know there is no future for us. I will never forget you, but we must not continue. Don’t hate me, but this is the last time we are together - she addressed him with a heavy heart, and he responded with such an uncharacteristic rage:
 - You wanted to use me, and now you’re rejecting me. I left my girlfriend for you, do you hear? Your husband doesn’t matter, we matter, and the future will show, do you hear me? - he screamed, foaming at the mouth, and then she became afraid of his feelings. She hugged him and tried to explain to him how Marko was there, her job, her friendship with his parents, the judgment of society, but he did not listen.
- I love you, you know that, and your judgment of exploitation offends me. But there is no place for love here. You are young, and the future is ahead of you - she had to insist on forgetting him. He kissed her one last time and went out into the night.
Over time, she saw him from time to time and knew he did not have a steady girlfriend, but sometimes she heard from Marko how he boasted about how many girls he had laid. She hoped it was true and that he was enjoying himself because his youth and beauty deserved it, and even today, she experiences a deep climax with gentle movements of her hand thinking of him.