1. Jill


    Date: 2/5/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: mike8253, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    hand bag. There was no teasing, groping, or playing. When we reached my room, I pulled my shirt over my head and, in one swift motion, removed my pants and underwear. My hard, swollen cock popped out and waggled for Jill to see. Jill removed her sweater letting her tits flop out, bounce, and then stand out straight and proud. Her brown nipples were stiff and extended. She unbuttoned and removed her pants, and as I had suspected, wore no panties. Her pussy was smooth and glistening. Nothing was said. We kissed again, one of those wet, messy, passionate kisses. Then Jill simply sank to her knees, took my hard shaft in her hands, licked the head a few times, and slid my manhood into her mouth, sucking on the sensitive head and stroking the shaft. It had been a while since I had experienced a blow job. I felt the warmth of Jill’s mouth, the slight roughness of her tongue, and that wonderful feeling of pleasure as she consumed my cock. I tried to think of other things. What did she like? She was very good at sucking cock. That was obvious. She liked to be eaten. I remembered that she liked it when Carol slid a finger into her ass. Within a minute, my knees were weak and I would cum if she didn’t slow down or stop. I pulled her up, gave her another deep, wet kiss, squeezed a breast and tweaked a hard nipple, and then moved her onto the bed. “Are you going to fuck me?” she said, as she shifted onto her back. Her question was more of a plea; a statement of need. “Not yet,” I told ...
    her. She settled in on the bed, with a pillow behind her head. As soon as she saw what I was preparing to do, her eyes lit up and there was a look of delight and approval on her face. I bent Jill’s legs back and spread them apart, fully exposing her pussy. She was already very wet, leaking a little; her labia had opened and her lips were in full flower, swollen and inviting. While on my knees, I lowered my head down to her love hole and grazed my tongue over Jill’s wet lips. She held my head with two hands, pulled my face into her slit, and moaned. As I slid my tongue over her swollen pussy lips, I was instantly reminded of one of Jill’s little off-putting behaviors. She was loud. Jill expressed her sexual pleasure in long, blaring words, shrieks and other assorted noises. While her loud expressions were exciting, gratifying, rewarding and flattering to my male ego, anyone residing two or three apartments on either side of mine would be calling the police, fearful of what might be happening a few doors away from their own residence. In the three-way with Carol, we had simply put my t-shirt into Jill’s mouth, thereby blunting her vocal ardor. I got off my bed, grabbed my shirt off the floor, and tossed it to Jill. No explanation was needed, and she willingly stuffed the shirt into her mouth. Now, only the people living on either side of my apartment would hear her. I resumed my position on the bed and turned my attention back to Jill’s pussy. She was the kind of woman you liked ...
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