May 2008, San Diego
"Do you mind if I sleep with your kid brother?" I whispered the words to my friend after dinner.
The bride, who was resplendent in white, giggled. "No. If he wants to, go ahead."
Mike was certainly amenable to my suggestion that I share his bed. We stole a bottle of champagne from the wedding reception and disappeared just as soon as the newlyweds had driven away. We stopped at my floor to pick up a change of clothes for the morning and my supply of toiletries. His was a significantly nicer room. The enormous bathtub had a jacuzzi. We undressed and sprawled in the warm water. I positioned my body between his legs. My back reclined against his hairy chest. His arms wrapped my waist, and he leaned over to nuzzle my tits. He fondled and licked. I swigged champagne directly from the bottle. He drank it from my breasts. My first orgasm transpired through the combination of his fingers on my pussy and the powerful jets of water from the sides of the tub.
His hard cock prodded against my thigh. The glans poked above the water like a periscope. I sucked him. The cock was slender and easy for me to deepthroat. I pressed my lips against his pubis, breathed carefully through my nose, and twisted my face at the root. The lower lip spun against his balls. I tugged at the scrotum from behind and milked. While I fucked my face at his cock, his hand stroked my shoulders and back. He reached between my legs and rubbed the pads of his fingers over the labia. Sticky juices leaked from my cunt. I sensed his climax approach.
I popped the cock from my lips. "Do you want to come in my mouth or do you want to fuck?" I kissed the glans wetly. My tongue ran along the circumcision scar. The shaft trembled.
"I want to fuck you," he decided.
I stood. He propped my leg on the side of the tub and entered my cunt from behind. I didn't have time to suggest a condom and after he was inside, I didn't care. He held me by the waist and slammed his pelvis into me. My buttocks shook from the impulse imparted by his thighs. Fingers on my clit enhanced the sensations of the fuck. I came before he did. After my orgasm, he lowered back into the water. I sat on the penis and gyrated myself over the shaft. He clutched my breasts and bounced me over his thighs. He couldn't hold out for long. The come erupted from the erection, and it geysered against my womb.
In bed, we fucked in different poses. I had him on top of my body in missionary position. I rode him facing forward and backward. I was on hands and knees, and he fucked me from behind. I sat on top and kicked my feet off his thighs. I laid on my flank, and he spooned in back with his cock inside. I stretched out on my belly, and he blanketed my body with his and pile-drived the shaft into my pussy. I lifted a leg in the air while he pounded my cunt from his side. His semen flooded me repeatedly. I gushed.
In the morning, we sixty-nined. My cunt hunched over his face. After my orgasm, I asked him if there was any last thing he wanted to do. I had no expectation of seeing him again.
Predictably, he wanted to take my ass. I went to elbows and knees and presented for him. He slid the cock into my pussy and used that wetness to lubricate the penetration. As he fucked me, he pulled my right arm back by the wrist to drag my anus onto his shaft. I bore down with the muscles to make myself tight for him. His scrotum slapped against my cunt. He was ensconced to the balls when he spermed.
Come spilled out of my anus when he withdrew. I gathered it in my fingers and licked. Mike had a better idea, however. He collected it in the cup of his hand and pressed it into my cunt.
In the bathroom, we showered together and performed our morning ablutions. Before I dressed, he took the pen by the telephone in the bedroom and wrote the words MIKE WAS HERE over my pubis. An arrow pointed down to my pussy, which was puffy and swollen. I didn't bother with panties, only the sundress and the bra. We went to the restaurant downstairs to join the family for breakfast.
"Did you have fun?" the bride inquired.
Mike gripped my hand and answered for us both. "Yeah. We did."
By: leahlayslondon
on 17-12-2011
Category: General
Yes Votes: 1 | No Votes: 0
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"Do you mind if I sleep with your kid brother?" I whispered the words to my friend after dinner.
The bride, who was resplendent in white, giggled. "No. If he wants to, go ahead."
Mike was certainly amenable to my suggestion that I share his bed. We stole a bottle of champagne from the wedding reception and disappeared just as soon as the newlyweds had driven away. We stopped at my floor to pick up a change of clothes for the morning and my supply of toiletries. His was a significantly nicer room. The enormous bathtub had a jacuzzi. We undressed and sprawled in the warm water. I positioned my body between his legs. My back reclined against his hairy chest. His arms wrapped my waist, and he leaned over to nuzzle my tits. He fondled and licked. I swigged champagne directly from the bottle. He drank it from my breasts. My first orgasm transpired through the combination of his fingers on my pussy and the powerful jets of water from the sides of the tub.
His hard cock prodded against my thigh. The glans poked above the water like a periscope. I sucked him. The cock was slender and easy for me to deepthroat. I pressed my lips against his pubis, breathed carefully through my nose, and twisted my face at the root. The lower lip spun against his balls. I tugged at the scrotum from behind and milked. While I fucked my face at his cock, his hand stroked my shoulders and back. He reached between my legs and rubbed the pads of his fingers over the labia. Sticky juices leaked from my cunt. I sensed his climax approach.
I popped the cock from my lips. "Do you want to come in my mouth or do you want to fuck?" I kissed the glans wetly. My tongue ran along the circumcision scar. The shaft trembled.
"I want to fuck you," he decided.
I stood. He propped my leg on the side of the tub and entered my cunt from behind. I didn't have time to suggest a condom and after he was inside, I didn't care. He held me by the waist and slammed his pelvis into me. My buttocks shook from the impulse imparted by his thighs. Fingers on my clit enhanced the sensations of the fuck. I came before he did. After my orgasm, he lowered back into the water. I sat on the penis and gyrated myself over the shaft. He clutched my breasts and bounced me over his thighs. He couldn't hold out for long. The come erupted from the erection, and it geysered against my womb.
In bed, we fucked in different poses. I had him on top of my body in missionary position. I rode him facing forward and backward. I was on hands and knees, and he fucked me from behind. I sat on top and kicked my feet off his thighs. I laid on my flank, and he spooned in back with his cock inside. I stretched out on my belly, and he blanketed my body with his and pile-drived the shaft into my pussy. I lifted a leg in the air while he pounded my cunt from his side. His semen flooded me repeatedly. I gushed.
In the morning, we sixty-nined. My cunt hunched over his face. After my orgasm, I asked him if there was any last thing he wanted to do. I had no expectation of seeing him again.
Predictably, he wanted to take my ass. I went to elbows and knees and presented for him. He slid the cock into my pussy and used that wetness to lubricate the penetration. As he fucked me, he pulled my right arm back by the wrist to drag my anus onto his shaft. I bore down with the muscles to make myself tight for him. His scrotum slapped against my cunt. He was ensconced to the balls when he spermed.
Come spilled out of my anus when he withdrew. I gathered it in my fingers and licked. Mike had a better idea, however. He collected it in the cup of his hand and pressed it into my cunt.
In the bathroom, we showered together and performed our morning ablutions. Before I dressed, he took the pen by the telephone in the bedroom and wrote the words MIKE WAS HERE over my pubis. An arrow pointed down to my pussy, which was puffy and swollen. I didn't bother with panties, only the sundress and the bra. We went to the restaurant downstairs to join the family for breakfast.
"Did you have fun?" the bride inquired.
Mike gripped my hand and answered for us both. "Yeah. We did."
By: leahlayslondon
on 17-12-2011
Category: General
Yes Votes: 1 | No Votes: 0