1. Not A Word To Grace


    Date: 3/23/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    hands gripped her thighs and claimed her pussy for my own as I sucked her lips into my mouth. Her labia slipped from my mouth with a brilliant, sloppy pop. Again and again I teased her, pulling them slightly away in the soft grip of my lips. No drop of sweet nectar was wasted as I licked through her aching slit, my tongue working through every crease and fold before circling her puffy pussy, teasingly. “Please!” she whined, apparently unable to stop her body rising from the bed and dropping again, dramatically. “I want to come, please!” I was never able to deny a pretty pleading woman. Grinning at my success, I pulled away to seize the pink panties now simply in my way. Impatient and rough, I gripped them in my fist and yanked them down her smooth thighs, casting them lazily over my shoulder. I took her legs in my hands again, holding her firmly open, pressing her legs apart and spreading her delicious cunt for my ravenous mouth. Without ceremony, pre-amble or any further teasing, I took one long lick of her pussy and then buried my face in her dribbling box. My tongue eased into her and licked the depths of her quivering walls while her hips ground eagerly against my face. Her hands were securely in my hair; my tongue was buried deep inside her and her smooth, sopping lips ground so lusciously against my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her thighs and pinning her down as I devoured her cunt, I knew I’d found my true birthday present. *** Staring at the rising and falling ...
    covers, I found myself rooted to the spot as part of my memory came back to me. While licking my lips, I found they still held the flavour of the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted. I would be a liar if I said I didn’t want more. Standing there, I just wished I knew who she was. My heart pulled and urged me to walk over and pull back the sheets, but I couldn’t. I simply stared, clutching the underwear in my hand and absent-mindedly stroking the lace. My mind was whirring when a surge of guilt hit my chest like a train. In my drunken revelry, I’d cast aside all thoughts of my girlfriend, determined to find solace in the comforts of another. Now that I stared at the mounded sheets in front of me, I found I didn’t dare to reveal with whom I had finished the night. Maybe I knew the girl beneath the sheets, or maybe I didn’t. I only knew that she might spell disaster for any remaining chance for Grace and me. I couldn’t bring myself to look. Instead, I tossed the underwear onto the foot of the bed and opened the door, diving out into the hall. The door clicked quietly behind me. I marched into the rest of the house, glancing through the open doors to find a few scattered couples in almost every room, cuddled up and entwined together. A few were obviously continuing where they left off the night before as blankets rhythmically moved to the tune of soft moans in the quiet of the morning. I walked into the open door to the front room. Again, the malicious odour of drugs, alcohol and ...
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