1. The Bikini Barista


    Date: 2/19/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Male/Teen Female, Older Male / Female, Teen, Virginity, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

    vibes she got. Katrina looked to the side and saw her reflection in a side window, and she saw her form, gyrating in response to Mr. Johnson's mouth, hands and finger. She was impressed how womanly she looked, how effectively her body curved, even without her intending it. Maybe she had been too uptight about sex, she thought. Mr. Johnson bounced to his feet and pulled his finger out and went back to kissing Katrina, this time hard and pushing his tongue in deep. "Don't worry baby," he said between probes, "I am not that big, you will be able to take me no matter how tight you are." Katrina went back to feeling icky, as Mr. Johnson's comment, while meant to be a sexy affirmation, was not pleasant for a young girl to hear from the man who was going to fuck her. Katrina felt Mr. Johnson scoop her up in his arms, his tongue never stopped probing. She was carried, almost completely nude save a pulled aside thong and black heels that were clicking together as he carried her to his room, and she wished her heels would work like Dorothy's and take her home. In his room the rain was louder, the patio door was a little ajar and the cool breeze made her skin goose and her nipples hard erect. Mr. Johnson sat her on the side of the bed, her heels on the floor. He took her hands in his and laid them on his erection. Katrina forced herself not to recoil. "I want you to undo my belt, my pants and take it out Katrina. I want you to do it for me." Mr. Johnson instructed. Katrina's small ...
    hands undid his belt through the large metal buckle until it flapped free. She undid the button on the top of his jeans and felt her breath catch in her throat as she pulled down the zipper. She had never seen a penis in person, and she was now very nervous and her heart was pounding, threatening to pop out of her chest. Katrina tugged at the pockets of his jean and they slid over his hips. He was wearing boxer briefs and the tent forming out from his groin was a sight to her. While in reality he was modestly in size, the tent looked huge to Katrina's virgin eyes. "Now take off my underwear. . . " Mr. Johnson said in a gravely voice, the forthcoming lust palpable. Katrina slipped her slender fingers into the elastic of his boxer briefs and pulled down, watching the tent of his point down as she got them lower and lower. She saw the pubic hair, then she saw the base of his engorged penis, and she was struck by the thickness of an erect manhood. As she continued to pull down, her eyes widened as she saw more and more shaft. When she got all but the head exposed the hard on popped itself free of the underwear and jiggled up and down before settling, sticking straight out, pointed at her nose. Karina just stared at it, her first. She was surprised by the dark purple shade of the head, and how swelled it looked. She thought it seem ed like it might pop. She saw the tiny slit on the end, and she saw a small drop of clear liquid coming out the tip, like a soap dispenser. She knew what ...
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