First Class - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,

First Class - Part 1

Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

deeply on the lips. Understanding that this was part real and partly staged, Bob slipped his own arms around her narrow waist, feeling the cotton move sensuously over her soft, bare skin, and kissed her back; meeting her tongue with his and matching its intensity; tasting the sharp tang of champagne in her mouth. She slowly broke the kiss with a soft “Mmmmm” and dropped back down to her heels without moving away; her body still moulded into Bob’s and her small, firm breasts pressing into his chest. She blinked a few times and looked into his blue eyes, brushing away the stray lock of black hair. “Hello, Bob,” she husked. “We’ve been waiting for you.” Moving her arms down and around his waist, she gave him a welcoming squeeze, as if to suggest that the kiss was by no means just a prop to get rid of Gold Chain and his creepy sidekick. At that moment, Spike arrived with his bottle and cluster of glasses. Pretending not to be surprised by the beauty in the white dress who was still wrapped around Bob, he stepped up to Gold Chain and touched him on the chest with the fistful of glasses. “Problem?” he asked. Gold Chain looked down at Spike, who was a bit shorter than Bob but a hand’s width broader than the tall guy through the shoulders and easily the same again deeper in the chest. Gold Chain took a moment to observe the thick, bunched muscles of Spike’s surf-toned body and then blinked and stepped back. “No problem,” he said, coughing a croak from his voice. “We were just ... doing a bar run and checking whether the girls wanted anything.” “Need any more drinks, ladies?” Spike asked without taking his eyes off Gold Chain. “No thanks,” they trilled in unison with obvious amusement, wanting to laugh but understanding that it wouldn’t help. “Righty-o, then. Hasta mañana,” he said as they stepped away in unison and turned. “But don’t get any onya,” Celeste finished the old flip off with a song in her voice as they retreated. “Sorry about that,” Spike smiled at her. “I was just covering my mate,” he gestured at Bob with the bottle. And then maybe a bit reluctantly: “We’ll leave you alone; just give us a hoy at the bar if those dicks come back.” “Bob, grab your friend’s bottle and pour us a drink,” Celeste giggled at his reluctant chivalry, sliding back across the bench to make room. I don’t think he wants to sit with us.” Spike did a double-take at Bob, seeming to notice for the first time that Vicky was still locked onto him even though the sleazebags had gone. She tipped back up onto her toes and stole another kiss, laughing at the clueless look on Spike’s face. “Spike, this is Vicky,” Bob said, smiling as he watched Spike’s confusion melt into realisation. “And that’s Celeste. You’ll like her; she’s a schemer, too.” “Bob!” Celeste cried in mock outrage, patting the seat beside her for Spike. “I’m an enabler , not a schemer!” She watched Spike’s thighs bunch as he lowered into the booth and studied his tanned and rugged features while he was occupied ...