1. Sex Lessons in Chastity Hall


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Jason_NYC, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    She makes a gulping motion, but nods her head in agreement. Once inside, I kick the door close behind us, not completely shut, but enough to block the other girls' view. Setting Wendy back on her feet, I kneel beside her and lift the hem of her dress. I kiss the freshly revealed skin, swirling my tongue along the back of her calf and behind her knee. She gasps in surprise, but does not stop me. An instant later, I pull the dress over her head. She raises her arms to help. Holding Wendy’s dress in one hand, I pull off my briefs with the other, then step back through the doorway buck naked. Mary and Liz are frozen like deer caught-in-the-headlights. I fold the dress before setting it on the sofa, well aware that the whole time my cock points straight out from my abdomen and bounces up and down with every gesture. "You're welcome to join us in a few minutes. Just leave your clothes here," I tell them, patting the sofa for emphasis. "You can keep your panties on… if you want." Wendy hasn't moved an inch, but she is about fifty shades redder with a blush that has fanned out across her chest and cheeks. I dim the lights and sit on the edge of the bed. With Wendy slightly above me, I place her hands on my shoulders and gaze into her pale gray eyes. I see a hint of self-consciousness, but mostly Wendy gazes back with pure lust. Then she focuses on my erection, which is pointing at her tiny bra-covered tits. "Can I touch it?" "Of course. Can I take off your bra?" "If you want. There ...
    really isn't much there." She's right about that. My overweight Uncle Harry, has bigger tits than Wendy. But what she has looks deliciously pert with puffy pink areola and stiff little nubs. I gently pinch her nipples as I feel her warm fingertips touch the shank of my cock. We gasp in unison. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispers. "You’re first time touching one?” “Unless you count copping a feel of a marble statue," she says. "It's so… so soft and hard at the same time." "All the better for making love, My Dear," I reply. Her blush deepens, but her bashful smile says she's loving it. We remain like that, Wendy standing above me, one hand on my shoulder for balance, the other exploring my cock and balls. At first her examination is almost clinical. Eventually she experiments with different techniques, watching my reaction. By lightly stroking the shaft, she discovers, my cock involuntarily twitches, which seems to fascinate her. While Wendy explores, I place my hands on her hips to keep her steady. She's wearing baby-blue cotton panties with a little lace trim on the waist. I notice the damp spot forming low on the center panel. "Are you getting wet?" I ask. She merely looks at me and nods, before returning her attention elsewhere. I reach cautiously between her legs until my fingers find the point where her pussy lips first bud out from her perineum. I squeeze through her panties as softly as I can and Wendy's whole body shudders in response, her eyes wide and full ...
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