1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    mound of pubic hairs, belly button to breasts. I noted the glistening sweat on her sternum and the heavy breathes she took. Our eyes met and she rose up, offering me her hand. I stood up and pulled her into a sitting position. “That was amazing.” I told her. “I thought so too.” she replied, brushing hair out of her face. She noted the condition I was in from the effects of play. “You seem ready for more.” she noted, nodding at my cock. Now was as good of a time as any to bring up something that weighed on my mind. “Yeah, about that; I don’t have protection.” I admitted, and kicked myself for it. My sister had a good point, and now I was going to do without because I wasn’t prepared. “Oh, we can’t do that anyway. I have a boyfriend.” she replied, “Can’t go around cheating on him, can I?” I was confused, if I had a girlfriend sticking a stranger’s dick in her mouth, I would consider it cheating. Seeing the perplexed look on my face, she claimed, “It’s alright. I have his permission.” I raised my eyebrows at that; unable to imagine giving such permission to any girl I would claim to be mine. But, who was I to say different? “Uh, ok.” “Come on,” she said, offering her hand to me again, “let’s do it again.” I’ve heard about it, laughed about it, and even tried to picture it. But never had I suspected the pure enjoyment of sixty-nine. Yes, she wanted to do both deeds at the same time. It worked out very nicely. If one should ask, I can say that we both didn’t get off at the same ...
    time. I would say that it would be pretty difficult to pull that off. But I think that by me going first helped make her go second. I slipped out of her door at 10:30 and bumped into my dad. The game was over and he was headed to bed. “Son, why are you wearing that ice cream I told you to get?” I looked at my chest and back at him. “She couldn’t eat it all and let me have some.” was all I could tell him. He shook his head and said, “Boy, you sure know how to make a bad impression.” and shuffled on down the hallway. What he didn’t know didn’t hurt me, so I let him think I was a sloppy eater. That made me chuckle a little. I headed to the slave quarters; that’s what I called it anyway. It was, at one time; but now, it was mine and Julie’s newly remodeled bedrooms, if that’s what you call paint and plaster. Dad said if I had to call them something, call them servant quarters; because ‘slave’ was a bad term for them. I went to bed remembering the event in my life where I had sexual relations with ‘that’ girl. The sights and smells, the touching and sensations; I fantasized about actually having intercourse with her. That brought on another image of some guy wanting to kill me for it. Then I thought, maybe she was lying in her bed doing the same thing I was. Well, she wasn’t going to do anything more for me, so I took matters in my own hands and dreamed of releasing on her once more. After cleaning up the mess I made, because Miss Rose was nowhere around, I went straight to sleep. ...
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