Summer mf oral its summer, one of those sticky humid nights. she is sleeping, as deeply as one can in such weather, and with the aid of a mild sedative, with her window wide open and a fan droning across her bare legs. she's wearing a thin white t-shirt, the kind some men wear as an undershirt, and white panties. she looks, in sleep, younger than her 20-odd years of life. he knows her well, knows the curve of her cheek, the fullness of her mouth, the colour of her hair in sunlight and in moonlight. he's watched her for a long time now, as she's gone about her life... shopping, school, movies, bars... he's been there too.he was the one who made the "annoying" guys at bars disappear, though she didnt know that. he was the one who tracked down a man who had hurt her, and broke the guy's jaw... though she wasn't to know that. he is her guardian, her saviour, her protector. he loves her. he's seen her sleep before, through cracks in her bedroom curtains.... but this is the first time, the first time opportunity and bravery have combined to get him into her room. he kneels by her bed, watching her face... tentatively brushes the hair >from her forehead. she doesn't stir. lightly, delicately, he traces the curve of her lower lip.... trembling a little... he's dreamed of this, dreamed of touching her... still she doesn't stir.... emboldened, he gently pushes her lips apart.... lets the tip of his finger feel the soft, moist warmth ... her chin drops slightly, giving him permission to softly caress that tender flesh... feel her wet little tongue against his finger.... removing his finger, he bends forward... he simply must! ... and ever so lightly touches his mouth to hers... lets her breath enter him... he leans back.... shaking a little... entranced by her, by her scent, rising off the bed and enveloping him... she shifts, makes him start, and she is lying flat on her back now... the sheets long ago abandoned. her breasts strain against thin white cotton... even in the darkness, he can see the shadow of her nipples through the flimsy stuff. his finger traces a line from her throat, down.... over the neck of the shirt... down to her right breast... gently his palm presses against her breast, feels its fullness, its softness... he feels the rise and fall of her regular, slow breathing... slowly.... so, so slowly... he raises her t-shirt.... it has bunched itself around her waist... holding his breath, he slides the material higher...exposing her breasts to his enraptured gaze.... she murmurs... tosses her head a moment... then falls back into her deep sleep. for a moment, he only studies them, admires, desires,adores the small pink nipples, now hardening before his eyes, as if they know they are on display... then his fingers tenderly, softly, slowly, trace their contours... he touches both breasts at once, gently tweaks both nipples until they are puckered and hard.... he bends and places his mouth over one of these little pebbles.... suppresses a groan as he tastes her flesh.... suckles gently for several minutes. she sighs heavily in her sleep. his mouth moves on, slowly, covetously, exploring the softness of her stomach. her breath is more rapid now... her body knows, if not her mind, that she is being made love to...his tongue reaches the edge of her panties... he feels his legs trembling, he has never felt such desire, such a terrible, wonderful craving... he lifts his head, studies her face for signs of wakening... satisfied, his attention returns to the tight little mound straining against the fabric of her panties... ever so gently, he slips a finger inside the fabric, along... his knuckles brush the satiny skin of her inner thigh, and his finger finds her wet.... he has to close his eyes for a moment to stay sane... he has aroused her. the knowledge is like an explosion in his mind. she sighs again.... makes a small sound deep in her throat, a little mew... spreads her legs wider.. he widens her legs further... she is virtually splayed across her bed... and he slowly, surreptitiously, positions himself on eh bed between her legs.... with one finger, he pulls aside the crotch of her panties, revealing her sweet cunt lips, pouting, musky, wet... he buries his nose and mouth in her cunt... his tongue lapps her, opens her... she is sighing and breathing quickly, her head turns on the pillow.... he is out of his mind with ecstasy.... his tongue is deep inside her cunt, this woman's cunt, this women he has adored and worshipped... and he feels her body responding, rising to press against him... he stands.... steadies himself... slides her out of her panties... he drinks in the sight of her, lit by moonlight.... her long hair spread out on the pillow, her mouth lush, lips parted.... breasts glowing pearly white in the dim light... her long legs spread wide apart ... and nestled between them, her wet, perfumed, tight little cunt, its lips open...her hips shift restlessly. he slides out of his shorts, the only garment he was wearing. his cock is huge and hard. bending over her, he touches the head of his cock to her mouth... rubs it lightly against her lips. the entire head slips inside her open mouth. it is all he can do not to cum into her wet, red mouth. but he mustnt cum yet, he must hold on, and experience all that he can... he straddles her on the bed.... rubs his cock against her nipples. his pre-cum wets them, and he bends, licks them clean. he positions himself between her wide open legs.... cannot resist tasting her again, this time without the hinderance of panties.... she is slick and hot, and his tongue feels like it is devoured by her tight cunt hole.... he tongue fucks her for a few moments.... then devotes his attantion to her hard little clit...presses his tongue against it, flicks it back and forth, finally sucks the little button into his mouth... she moans as her cunt contracts again and again, and he thrusts a finger into her to feel the spasms. at this point, he is beyond caring if he has woken her....he rises and plunges his cock inside her velevey tunnel. the sensation of her tight cunt enveloping him, squeezing him, has him gritting his teeth against the orgasm which threatens to arrive too soon. he draws out.... slams into her again... and again... and again... her body rises to meet him, she is murmuring and sighing and panting in her sleep....he can deny it no longer... he fills her cunt with his cum... trembling, sweat-soaked, he gets off the bed. incredibly, his darling hasnt awoken. her cheeks are flushed, and the blush extends down to her rosy breasts. his cum, mixed with her own, oozes from her cunt, wets her inner thighs... he pulls on his shorts.... drops a tender kiss on each softened nipple... and departs.