1. My Second Time Pt.1


    Date: 6/23/2015, Categories: True Story, Boy, Erotica, Girls / Female, Male / Females, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    sounding laughter poured forth from her slender, swan-like throat. I managed an embarrassed smile and looked down at my shoes, managing not to look at the formidable bulge in my pants. "Sit there," Claire said rubbing her cheek. "I want us to be able to see one another." And I sat there, enthralled with her beauty and remembrances of the night before. I gaped at her, wanting to leap across the space separating us and bury her beneath me in a passionate embrace. "Just open your mouth and let the words come out Frank. It's easy. Go on, talk to me." I was awash in thoughts of tongues and tits and cunts and cocks commingled together. I knew full well that she sensed my desire for I certainly sensed hers. And, there was that scent I was breathing in, unmistakable in its feminine allure. My prick was never harder (Well, that's a judgment call, alright?") "So talk to me!" "Err, what?" "Just talk to me. I want to hear your voice." "I... I don't know what to say." "Just open your mouth and let the words come out. Come on Frank... it's easy." "Okay," I said nervously, "you're more beautiful today than you were yesterday." "Oh! Frank," she gushed, obviously pleased. I had surprised her. "How nice," she beamed, "You're gonna do just fine." Claire's fingernail traced a circle on my upper thigh, "Keep going," she said with a wide smile. "I think I'm gonna cum in my pants before long, I'm very ... excited, Claire." "Well don't!" She said, her divine lips forming a pout. I had a vision of ...
    the day before while racing out for condoms; my knees began to buckle. "I want you to save it for me. For me, understand?" I knew she wasn't angry, but she was deadly serious. "Yes, but how?" "Concentrate. Think of something different." "Like what?" "Do a math problem in your head. You like baseball, think about yesterday's game. Something like that." I got the point. I concentrated on my driving manual's sample questions and answers. Somehow my prick began to thaw. (This little exercise has helped me numerous times since. Another thank you note never sent.) "You have such a beautiful face yourself," she said softly. "Did you know that?" I could swear she was purring. I touched my face as if to discover it for myself. "Angelic," she murmured happily, as her fingernail roamed along the side of my dick. "But with a cock as formidable as Michael the Archangel's sword. Oh yes, I'm a lucky girl to be getting fucked by you. But don't let that go to your head Frank." Heaving her hips from the bed and pulling her skirt up around her waist, she asked, "Tell me how you got yourself involved in that weird contest?" I stared in awe. To this day I can still envision Claire hooking her thumbs under her black tights and pulling them down. Oh, God she was beautiful! She raised her legs, kicked the tights off, and for the second time in my life I gazed through her revealing panties at the mysterious area withheld from me until yesterday, and marveled at the wonder of it all. "Come on, tell me," ...
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