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    Again and again he kissed her, each time more passionate than the last. She could feel a long, hard length concealed within his jeans pressing against her body. She reached down between his legs and grabbed it through the denim, rubbing her hand along the length of his shaft as she did. She looked into his eyes. No longer did she feel like nothing. No longer was she scared. She remembered what it was to be a woman, to be desired, and she was going to embrace it.
    “ Then do it,” she whispered, biting his ear. “Go on. Fuck me.”
    Tommy's eye's widened with desire. A new fire had been kindled within him. He kissed her again, then in one yank, ripped the front of Marianne's dress wide open. Buttons flew across the hallway like popcorn, and Marianne's pert white breasts fell out. Her inviting nipples were pink and erect. Tommy took them in his hands and gently squeezed and massaged so the nipple protruded further, then bringing them to his mouth, began to kiss and suckle. Marianne, biting her bottom lip, took hold of his head and forced her chest out further into his face. She ran her fingers threw his hair as he serviced her chest.
    Marianne felt his hand slip down the front of her panties. She let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction as his fingers probed the warm, wet recesses of her lips. She lifted her leg slightly, as to invite further endeavour from the eager boy, to which he obliged. He ran his heavily soaked digits over her folds, then with more precision began to rub her clit. Marianne grit her teeth in ecstasy, and plunged her nails into Tommy's back. Then she felt him inside her, first one finger, then two. He slid them in and out slowly, each time a little deeper. She let out another moan of pleasure. His other hand was up behind her head holding a clump of her thick hair. He pulled her head back and began kissing her open mouth. He inhaled her breathe straight into his lungs and made it his own.
    There was nothing she could do now. Completely at his mercy, she stood there helpless. With her head hanging back to expose her vulnerable neck, and her body impaled on his fingers, she quivered like a leaf.
    Tommy liberated her from her from the rest of her dress, letting it slip to the for. He picked her up and lay her down on the nearby chaiselong. He stood over her for a moment in awe of what he had before him, all to himself, at last. Marianne looked back at him. Shaking with pleasure, she held her arms against her chest. Almost covering her breasts in shame.
    He leaned over her, and yanked off her panties. Instinctively, she brought her hand down to cover her embarrassment, but Tommy gently moved it away. He kneeled down at her lower end, coiled his arms threw her legs, and put his hands around her thighs. Slowly he prized her legs apart, then, with one firm tug, pulled Marianne close towards him. Her aroma sent the blood coursing threw his veins like fire.
    He slowly kissed and stroked his way up her inner thighs, before fastening his mouth onto her neatly trimmed pussy. He expertly tongued on her, sending shards of electricity pulsating through every fibre of her body. The intense pleasure sent her into spasm, forcing her to arch her back and lock her thighs around Tommy's head as if it was a nut about to be cracked.
    His face reappeared from between her legs. He propped himself upon the chaiselong with one knee then began to undo his shirt buttons. Marianne watched as he removed his shirt to reveal his perfectly formed torso.
    She leaned forward eagerly and started to release his belt, and undo the buttons of his jeans one by one until his long hard erection tumbled out and stood proud before her. She grabbed it delicately by the base and held it for a moment, hesitating. It suddenly occurred to her that Tommy was the first man she'd been with since her split from Michael.
    Tommy sensed her anxiety. “It's all right sweetie,” he said, “I'll look after you.” He caressed the side of her face. She