1. The 4 1/2 litre Bentley


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Prostitution, Reluctance, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    stick him in me?" "Uh," I said, "We're not even engaged." "That doesn't matter!" she insisted, "Surely you want to?" she asked. "You said it hurts sometimes?" I said. "Only when I'm not ready," Doris insisted. "Right," I said. "But I'm ready, do you want to feel?" she asked. "Not really," I explained, "It seems awfully familiar." "Oh for heaven's sake!" she protested and she lay back and smiled as she spread her legs wide and dragged me towards her by grasping my balls with one hand while as I was pulled helplessly towards her she slipped two or three fingers of her other hand inside herself and sort of fluttered it around for a moment before as guided me towards her. I almost fell and as she positioned my willy between the pouting lips of her crimson gash I fell forward driving it forcibly inside her making her gasp in surprise. "Oh sir, you are eager!" she said. "Sorry," I said. "Don't be sorry, a girl wants to feel wanted, it's quite a compliment really," she said, and added, "Aren't you going to do anything then?" "No," I said, "This feels wonderful!" and it did, warm velvet syrup engulfed my member and in my mind I was back in mothers womb, safe inside my cocoon far from harm, far from the troubles of the world. "It's all very well," she said, "But it don't do nothing for me, can't you hump me or something, you're squashing me!" "Sorry," I said. "Just pull back a bit and push and pull back and, ahhhhhhh," she said as I did as she said, "That's much better!" and ...
    sensations flooded my brain and I started grinding furiously against her as the need to do something became overwhelming, suddenly fluffy clouds of marshmallow and soft breasts filled my mind to excess and my mind reeled through Africa and big game to the war and back to Doris's tits until the familiar gushing feeling I had during my nightly dreams engulfed me and the stickiness shot from my balls and into her instead of all over my pyjamas. "Gosh," I said, "Cripes!" "Was that really your first fuck?" she asked. "With a girl yes," I agreed. "Well don't be in such a hurry next time," Doris advised, "Slow down a bit it ain't a race." "Gosh," I said and I pulled my trousers up and went to the bathroom to pull the now well filled rubber off my willy and have a wash. "Is that what Angela wants?" I asked. "Yes, give her one every now and again," Doris advised, "She might say no but she'll mean yes." Father had the brandy out when we came downstairs, Mother stared rigidly at the fire, "Congratulations!" Father said and he handed me a well filled glass, "How was he my dear?" "Eager," Doris said and blushed. "Soon learn to tame the beast what?" Father chortled, "Well, well, well, and I had you down as a bugger Geoffrey," Father chortled, "Never mind, soon make up for it eh what?" "Don't get ideas," Mother muttered. "I'll do you sir for ten bob," Doris suggested. "You do and I'll divorce you!" Mother protested. "Promises, promises," Father chortled drunkenly, as he fished two half crowns, two ...
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