Betty lay sprawled on the bed, her fingers curled around the sheets, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, her body a mix of tension and anticipation. Her cheeks were flushed, a delicate pink that stood out even under the dim glow of the night vision camera.
Michael lingered in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the faint hallway light, indecision written all over his face. Should he step in, or retreat and close the door behind him?
From where he stood, Michael could see the delicate outline of Betty’s new underwear, barely concealed beneath her translucent white nightgown. The shape of her bra was just discernible, hinting at the contours of her body beneath.
Betty’s breaths were deep and deliberate, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her breasts gently swaying, almost as if they were silently calling to Michael, urging him closer.
In her haste to get to bed, Betty hadn’t quite managed to arrange her nightgown properly, leaving her new panties slightly exposed, the fabric outlining the soft curves of her labia.
Observing this, Michael felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, his throat dry, his pajama bottoms unable to conceal his growing arousal—a clear testament to his youthful vigor and rapid recovery.
Inside, Betty’s grip on the sheets tightened, the tension in the room palpable, freezing the moment in time and leaving one to ponder the unfolding drama.
Sitting before the monitor, a surge of irritation washed over me as I watched Betty feign sleep. Whatever her reasons, they seemed implausible, too contrived.
I was convinced that if Betty yielded to Michael tonight, it would be driven by a deep-seated desire she hadn’t yet acknowledged to herself.
Michael’s hesitation at the doorway was brief; his burgeoning desire quickly overpowered his initial reluctance. It was hardly surprising for a young man in the throes of puberty to succumb to such impulses.
He advanced towards Betty, his footsteps almost soundless, the distance from the door to her bedside shrinking with each step.
As he stood over her, Michael’s eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and greed, reminiscent of a ravenous wolf eyeing its prey.
He approached her as he had done previously, inhaling her scent, his desire intensifying with each breath.
Betty remained motionless, her chest heaving slightly, a testament to the turmoil within.
Michael wasted no time, reaching out to gently adjust the strap of Betty’s nightgown.
As he drew nearer, he realized that Betty wasn’t wearing a bra.
Betty had locked her door and dressed for bed, opting for comfort by forgoing her bra, never anticipating that she would forget to lock the door or that Michael would venture inside, making his task inadvertently easier.
With ease, Michael slid the strap of Betty’s nightgown aside, revealing the side of her breast and her areola, catching him off guard as he hadn’t expected her to be braless.
Betty’s breasts, firm and well-shaped, showed no signs of sagging; lying on her back without a bra, they appeared as perky as if supported by one.
With her areola now exposed, Michael’s excitement escalated.
He might have thought, in his simplicity, that Betty had orchestrated this scenario—her door unlocked, her absence of a bra, her overall demeanor suggesting she was only pretending to sleep, as evidenced by her rhythmic breathing and occasionally furrowed brows.
Now so close, Michael could clearly see Betty’s expressions, which she believed she had masked perfectly, unwittingly signaling to Michael a consent that she had not verbalized.
Michael inhaled deeply, bolstering his courage, vividly recalling a previous night with Betty when she had silently consented and actively participated, leading to mutual pleasure.
With a soft suction sound mingled with a moan, Michael boldly kissed and began fervently sucking on one of Betty’s nipples. As his lips enveloped her nipple, Betty clenched her jaw tightly, biting down on her teeth.
Gently yet passionately, Michael sucked on Betty’s nipple while his other hand delicately slipped off her other strap, exposing her other breast.
While he lavished attention on one breast, his other hand softly massaged the other, his movements gentle yet purposeful.
After attending to both breasts, Michael’s gaze drifted lower, exploring Betty’s body further.
He lifted the hem of Betty’s nightgown, fully exposing her panties.
Leaning in, Michael moved his face towards Betty’s groin, inhaling deeply the scent of her arousal. After a moment, he slid his fingers across the fabric covering her labia, feeling the warmth and moisture of her vagina through her panties.
Pausing, Michael felt puzzled as his fingers came away wet, indicating that Betty’s vagina was moist, her fluids soaking through her panties.
He brought his fingers to his nose, confirming his suspicions that Betty was only pretending to sleep, and wondered if she had overheard his earlier activities in the bathroom if she hadn’t been asleep.
Emboldened by his findings, Michael decided to forego further foreplay. He slowly removed his pants, revealing his recently ejaculated penis, now erect once again.
After shedding his pants, Michael climbed onto the bed, positioning himself at the foot before slowly kneeling down. Betty kept her eyes firmly shut, perhaps fearful of what she might see if she looked.
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Michael then gently lifted Betty’s legs, spreading them apart.
Betty, still feigning sleep, furrowed her brow and even her nose slightly, gripping the sheets tightly with her hands on either side of her body.
It appeared that Michael was preparing to perform oral sex on Betty. After spreading her legs, he slowly moved aside the fabric of her panties at her groin, revealing her pubic hair and moist labia.
Betty’s vagina was sufficiently wet, and as Michael moved closer, his large penis approached as well.
Sitting at the computer, I felt unsettled. Was Michael not going to give Betty enough time to consider, planning to penetrate her without any further foreplay? It seemed my suspicions were confirmed when Michael’s penis head, the size of an egg, pressed against Betty’s labia.
Betty, still with her eyes closed, shivered slightly, perhaps sensing something different about Michael’s approach today, not realizing that it was his penis, not his mouth, at her vaginal entrance.
With a soft pop and a moan from Michael, he took a deep breath and thrust his penis halfway into her in one swift motion, like a knife plunging into her heart.
Caught off guard, Betty, who had thought Michael was about to perform oral sex, screamed as she felt the large penis penetrate her vagina.
Her upper body sprung up from the bed, and as she did, she collided with Michael, their lips meeting in an unexpected kiss.