1. The Adventures of Dennis: Stains


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Tomjones88, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    rejecting me, even as she tightened her thighs around my wrist. She pulled me closer and massaged my back with one hand. I didn’t want to eat her out. I had stuck my tongue in so many vaginas recently. I’d noticed sores on my lips that friends and a school nurse assured me was not an STD, but still. She stroked my cock from outside my boxers. I sort of pressed my hand down on her thighs to suggest that I wanted a blowjob. I really did. I wanted to get sloppy, violent head. It had been a while. She knelt down and pulled down my pants. I guided her back to her feet and lifted off her skirt and threw it on the ground. She wore a gray bra and panties. What a plain Jane. I practically ripped off her bra. She tensed up as I pressed the hooks of her bra strap together and they dug into her skin. “Careful,” Amelia said. “Careful.” “I’m sorry,” I said stroking her cheek. “You make me excited. That’s all.” There was no way I was going to get head even from a female in panties. I balled her panties up in my palm. They were damp. I pulled them down slowly. One thing I’d forgotten about: her fishnets. They were curled over at her thighs. It mimicked the messy curl of her pussy lips. I set the panties down on the tiles and decided to leave the fishnets on. They were hot. “Wow,” she said, giggling. “The full distance.” “ ’kay,” I said, grinning from the side of my mouth. “Your work may commence.” She briefly peered above my head as if this was something she knew she would regret. She ...
    knelt down and took me in her mouth. Her lips tightened on the tip of my shaft. They still felt warm and they still felt comforting. While her lips swirled around the tip of my cock the door opened. Not prepared to give a fuck, my middle finger flew up in the air and I raised my hand. I heard some kind of awkward guffaw. The door closed. I didn’t hear a click. I was bored with this blowjob already. I started flexing my muscles in the mirror. It looked hysterical, me making a face with my teeth clenched and holding my arms low like an ape or Sylvester Stallone during his porn phase (same difference) and I started laughing. Amelia wasn’t that good. It was sexy as hell watching her crouch in her fishnet stockings that strained against her skin, the fabric widening and exposing more of her legs in a way that reminded me of a vagina contracting. All this lingerie-vagina-Georgia O’Keefe stuff kept me hard; not Amelia. She thought it was a good idea to use her teeth, apparently. I took her face in my hands and pulled her off. She looked up at me, alarmed, as if I’d called in her parents for a parent teacher conference. “What is it?” she said, smiling uncertainly. “I don’t know if that’s supposed to be southern hospitality or something,” I whispered in her ear, touching my cheek to hers. “But you shouldn’t use your teeth.” “I’m sorry,” she said, looking right in my face, shutting her eyes for a split second. I lightly bit her ear and sucked on her cheek. I flicked my hand down over her ...
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