1. The Penis Mightier than the Sword


    Date: 7/26/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 87, Source: sexstories.com

    pointed out as I laid my hat on the table and sat down on a couch. “I am,” she said. “This ain’t about you,” I said. “Its about Angela.” “Oh really,” she said, “Are you saying I don’t matter.” “Now look,” I said, “Of course you matter, but.” I stopped. She stood up and dropped her skirt to the ground. She was bare from the hem of her sweater to her stocking tops. Her downy pubes were trimmed to heart shape, her slit glistened invitingly. My tool woke up. “You were saying?” she asked. “About the law?” “Now Ellie-May Parker!” I says. “Hold your horses!" My tool was getting painful now, caught in my shorts. “Would you really rather pay a $100 dollar fine than bed me Royston?” she asked. “No Ma’am, if you put it that way,” I replied as I put a hand down my shorts and rearranged things. “Good, shall we?” she invited. We got as far as the kitchen. She hopped up on the unit. I dropped my pants. My tool reared and her little snatch was sooo hot. Hot and wet and willing. My fingers slipped right in her. “Just do it!" she whispered. I never needed no second bidding, I just aimed my tool at her snatch and he slipped right in, no kissing. No foreplay. Bang. Like screwing a fifty dollar whore on the waterfront, but ten times better. I forgot just how good bareback felt. I never even took my jacket off. I just humped her with my pants around my ankles as she sat on the kitchen unit. It was all over before I knew. I went straight to heaven and back. Floating on clouds to a fountain of cum. ...
    Man did it feel good. “Oh Roy you needed that badly didn’t you?” she cooed as I shot my wad deep in her snatch. “Oh fuck.” I sighed, “That wasn’t part of the plan.” “No,” she agreed as she pulled her skirt back on. “Coffee?” She smiled. I smiled. Then I realised, she was smiling because I had shot my bolt and Angela was safe for another night. I was too shattered to argue, but I would be back. I went round again two days later. Ellie-May was ready for me. She invited me in. This time she wore a long yellow dress with a white front opening cardigan top. “I came to see about Angela?” I said. “Do you remember the school prom?” she asked. “Sure,” I agreed. “I wore this ball gown,” she said, “Do you remember?” “I guess,” I agreed. “But I had smaller boobies then,” she said. “And now,” she unbuttoned the cardigan. “I have to wear it backwards.” she pulled the top open and there were her magnificent tits. Bare. No Brassiere. She had the open back of the dress round the front. Jee. My tool sprang up like a startled rattlesnake. “Down Tiger,” she said. We never even made the kitchen. She just sat back in her arm chair and I buried my face in her tits. Then she undid my pants. My tool was rock hard and she hung her legs over the arms of the chair, spreading herself wide. Her dress was around her waist. She was so wet it was unbelievable. She just guided me and I slid right up inside her. Her nips was like bullets digging in me. Her legs were around me . Her hands pulled my ass to push ...
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