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"The Unplugged Challenge"

Date: 5/24/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

goddess, just sitting there, waiting for me to kiss her. I must have waited too long, for she opened one eye and said, “Are you going to do it, or what?” “I will,” I said. “Just… close your eyes again.” Once she was back and waiting, I leaned forward slightly, wetting my dry lips with just one lick. I kept my eyes open until just before contact, not wanting to risk missing entirely and landing one on her nose or something. My puckered lips brushed against hers, pressed in, and then pulled off. “Okay,” she said afterwards. “Not bad, but you were a bit too stiff. You should try to pucker a little less. Relax. It was like kissing….” she smiled a little at what she was saying. “Well, like kissing my b*****r. We’re supposed to pretend, right?” “Sorry.” “It’s okay. Just… okay, let me show you, close your eyes.” I did as she asked and waited. Soon I felt her lips on mine, gently, and then sliding up a little, so that my upper lip was squeezed between her two lips. She separated again. “See?” “Uh-huh.” “Want to try again?” We did, two more times, and then she said, “See, you’re getting better. You could be a little more f***eful, though. Now, if it’s going pretty good, you can try pushing your tongue out and going for a French kiss.” I swallowed, and then leaned in again, and her lips parted slightly. I tentatively stuck my tongue into the gap, which caused her to open more, and I probed deeper until I met her own tongue. It was like some kind of electric connection. We kissed for ... maybe fifteen seconds before she pulled away. I think she was actually blushing a little. “See, you’re not bad at it, really. I think your main problem is confidence. It’s okay to be a little aggressive… girls like guys who are a bit aggressive, you know?” I had known that, but could never bring that out in myself. “And, well, there’s one other thing.” “What?” “Well, that’s okay for just kissing, but if you’re actually really, making out with a girl you should be using your hands more.” “Where?” “Where you want. The girl will let you know if it’s too much, they’ll pull away. We know what guys want, so most of us don’t hold it against them for trying even if we’re not ready yet.” She leaned back, bit her lip, and then in one smooth motion, pulled her shirt over her head. This time, she wore a bra underneath, a very soft pink, almost white. To my relief, she reached behind her and undid the strap. I’d seen guys having trouble with the bra in so many movies that I was scared of fumbling with it myself. It was probably the exact type of thing I should have practiced with my s****r given this opportunity, but I didn’t want to look like an idiot. Once her bra slid off, I was looking at her tits again, much closer, staring really. They were beautiful, perfectly shaped. I wished she’d let me touch them. Then I remembered what she’d just said. I should be using my hands more. I slid a little closer to her and leaned in to try to kiss again, but this time I slid my hand up her belly and ...