1. Best on Board


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: blin18, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    cyclone at an athletics carnival; new personal bests set before the ink had dried on the old ones: Vicky’s hand on his cock, Vicky kissing him, kissing Vicky back. And then things had really escalated: his hands on Vicky’s breasts – so soft, and the nipples so hard, feeling their weight in his hands, just enough to fill his palms with their soft warmth – Vicky undressing him and holding his cock … all good memories Bob, just pop ‘em in the bank and let ‘em accrue interest . And then he was taking off her pantyhose – Christ, did you see what she did with those long, beautiful legs, Bob? – he would have to consider later whether that was truly a memorable moment PB that beat touching her breasts … touching? Bob, you were fondling, my friend … but while his hand was between her thighs he was sure he could feel heat radiating out from between them. After the pantyhose he had wanted to see her pussy, but didn’t manage more than a glimpse in the cramped conditions. Bob had never seen one except on the computer screen and he was curious; he suspected that regular girls didn’t look like porn stars because most porn stars didn’t look quite right … they looked … kind of … battered; much like professional boxers didn’t look quite right around the face. Then the room had started to spin; Vicky had pulled him close and relegated the cock-holding, breast-fondling and underwear-removing to a distant silver and bronze by – and let’s not put too fine a point on this, folks: PRESSING HIS ...
    COCK UP AGAINST HER PUSSY … no wait, scratch that … WET PUSSY! Wet? How do you know she was wet, Bob, if all you got was a glimpse? Well I’m glad you asked Bob, because the answer is a good one. Every time he moved … or twitched … or breathed … or she breathed … his cock moved against her with a delicious, frictionless, surface tension. It was like rubbing your hands together with liquid soap; not sticky, they were just attracted to each other like they didn’t want to pull apart. Bob had never been so hard. As soon as his cock touched that wetness, he felt a giddy, tingling … helplessness in his balls and bladder that was like an impending orgasm, but not the same. He had never felt especially in control down there, but like every kid over fifteen with broadband internet and a private room, he knew how to masturbate and he knew how to control his moment of release to a fair degree. But now his cock had staged a military coup, taking over his sensations and emotions to a point where he was no more than a spectator, worse: a prisoner . He didn’t know precisely what was going on down there, but he did know two things; one: he was no longer in control of it, and two: he didn’t care because it felt fucking fantastic . When Vicky asked him to touch her, it was actually a bit of a relief. Taking his cock off her pussy broke the spell. Not completely, just down from DEFCON 1 (ready to explode and it would probably be all over before he was even aware of it) to about DEFCON 3 (still ...
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