1. Sex Lessons in Chastity Hall


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

    of surprise. I squeeze again. This time the tremor is less perceptible, but the faint smile on her lips says she likes what I’m doing. I work my way along her pussy, until I’m rolling her clitoral hood between my forefinger and thumb. By now, she is writhing in my arms, her breathing is fast and shallow and punctuated by loud gasps. In a single motion, I roll her body onto the bed so her legs hang over the edge at the knees and the soft space between her legs is exposed. Before Wendy can protest, my head is between her thighs and my tongue lapping ferociously at the now saturated gusset of her panties. I alternate between fluttering my tongue against her clit and sucking on the wet cotton, which makes a loud swizzling sound, almost like using a straw to get the last drops of a milkshake. Soon, Wendy is writhing and moaning."Oh, my, God!" she repeats over and over as her climax builds. For an instant, there is silence as Wendy's legs clamp down on my head, her back arches, and her body goes rigid. The wailing moan that follows is powerful enough to rattle the window panes. I wrap her in my arms. Wendy's eyes are closed and a contented smile is forming on her lips. Then she begins to giggle. Softly at first, but building with such abandon that I can’t help but laugh with her. When our laughter finally exhausts itself, there is soft knock at the door and Mary peers inside. Wendy and I are lying side-by-side with her hand absent-mindedly toying with my cock. "Umm," Mary asks ...
    shyly, "Do you think I could have have a turn now?" Mary's pale skin glows in the dim light. She has a more womanly figure than Wendy. Her waist is narrow, giving way to broad hips. She wears the same kind of plain white cotton panties as my first girlfriend, Gretchen. If I hadn't already been rock hard, the image of Mary's pussy lips pressing against the crotch panel of her white panties would have done it for me in a New York Minute. Probably less. I follow a smiliar game plan with Mary, starting with my fingers and finishing with my mouth and tongue. Mary is more passive, and far less vocal, but there is no doubt when she climaxes. Even through her panties, my mouth is flooded with warm girl-juice. As Mary recovers from her orgasm, I notice Wendy has been watching us intently. When it dawns on the girls that I haven’t cum, they insist on taking turns attempting their first hand job. I worried that after so much stimulation, I would cum instantly. But their inexperience is painfully obvious and neither Wendy or Mary is able to get the right rhythm going. After a few long and futile minutes, I wiggle free of their grip. I had, quite frankly, forgotten about Liz, until her face peeks through the door. Her figure is what might be called BBW. Big-boned with plenty of padding. But also curvaceous with tits the size of cantaloup melons. There isn't enough space for all four of us to fit comfortably in the tiny bedroom, so I ask Wendy and Liz to wait in the study, and promise to fetch ...
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