1. Fuck, Yeah!


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Jason_NYC, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    “I can’t,” Sally told me. “I promised Fred.” I was confused. Two weeks ago we’d fucked our brains out. “I thought you already auditioned every guy on campus, and found them all wanting.” The campus in question was an obscure New England college that catered to poor students from rich families. Before I could duck, she slugged me. Hard. “Owww… that hurts!” “I sure hope so,” she smirked. “Truce,” I said holding up my hands. “How about I just take you out for dinner?” She looked at me as if I were crazy. And she was right. We’d never keep our hands off each other. “I’ve got an idea,” she said. “Keep your pants zipped until I get back.” Ten minutes later Sally returned with a very pretty, petite red-head. “Jason meet Tina,” Sally said as Tina put her hand in mine, her face red with embarrassment. “Tina went to the Convent of the Sacred Heart.” It was a cliche older than Rome, but all I could come up with: “How about some pasta and a bottle of wine?” “Sure,” she said without looking up from the floor. Painfully shy at first, Tina slowly opened up over dinner. Conservative family. Catholic schools. The kind of parental surveillance that sent potential boy friends fleeing. “Ever had an orgasm?” I asked out of the blue. Tina’s face went crimson again. “I plead the Fifth,” she giggled. “How about you?” “One or two.” “Tell me about the first one.” So I did. She was fascinated by masturbation and asked a ton of questions, some incredibly naive, others requiring graphic description. ...
    After the last glass of wine, I suggested we adjourn to my condo. Tina raised her green eyes to mine in a way that made my cock twitch with anticipation, and said in a hoarse whisper, “I’d like that.” We wasted no time. After fifteen minutes of tongue twisting, I’d undone her blouse and bra without resistance — although I couldn’t help but notice her freckled chest was as flushed as her face had been earlier. Like the rest of Tina, her breasts were tiny, but with nipples as hard and pink as pencil erasers. They were also extremely sensitive, going by her whimpers. When I glanced up, Tina’s eyes were closed with dreamy smile on her face and a nimbus of curly hair encircling her head like a halo. As my tongue teased her nipples, my fingers caressed her stomach, coming to rest on her belt. I heard a tiny moan as I unsnapped her jeans, pulled the zipper down and slid them off her hips. Between her legs, the gusset of Tina’s thin white panties had turned almost transparent, revealing swollen pussy lips and a trimmed patch of fine red public hair. My tongue followed the same path my fingers had taken while Tina’s breath quickened and her moans deepened. When I finally slid her wet panties off, I was rewarded with the musky fragrance of profound arousal. Reaching deep between her legs, I gently rolled Tina’s pussy lips in my finger tips. Instantly, her hips twitched in response. Each time I squeezed her swollen vulva, her body shuddered and thrashed across the bed. My hand was wet and ...
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