1. A Lush Encounter


    Date: 9/2/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: sweet_sammy, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    bare thigh, I gasp softly, my eyes widen. I blush, shift slightly, settle myself in the saddles of your hips, and feel the full length of your arousal pressing against my behind. It feels like hot steal, an iron rod prodding my bottom. You instinctively hold onto me tighter, drawing a hand up my leg, gripping my thigh. My heart races, and there’s a heat building between my legs where the edge of your palm is resting. Your face is nuzzling my hair now, your breath hot and heavy against my neck, making the throb in my groin more insistent. “I took your shoes and socks off while you were sleeping. Hope you don’t mind,” you whisper seductively, your lips caressing the rim of my ear. Then the hand between my legs moves too, brushing against the dampness of my panties. I’m scared, my heart pounds in my ears, but I don’t recoil. I flinch, my muscles tense, but I don’t move. Nor do I protest when a finger slips beneath the fabric of my panties to touch the yielding, soft flesh and slippery wetness. Blushing, trembling, I lie back in the crook of your arm. Despite my trepidation, wetness gathers between my thighs. I feel my nerves uncoiling as your fingers skimming over my swollen sex lulls me, and the only sound I make is the gentle in and out of my breathing. But as your fingertip teases the juicy opening of my slippery-wet sex, my breaths get heavier, more urgent. “I…think I should take a shower fir—” My panted words are lost as your lips find mine. Your mouth is hot, slanting ...
    across mine, tongue probing, exploring, like your gentle fingers between my legs. Feeling apprehensive, I consider rebuking your advances, insisting I take a shower first, and find that I can’t. Maybe it’s the way your fingers are brushing over the swollen bud of my clit, or the way your tongue dances in my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. But then I realise, that isn’t it. It’s the feel of your erection against my behind, how wonderfully hard and masculine it feels. I’m envisioning it – what it looks like, how it will feel in my hand, my mouth, and the thought excites me. Your finger grazes over my clit in languid circles, slow and gentle, and I bit my bottom lip, muffling a startled gasp. My legs spread wider, inviting you inside, and you reciprocate by easing a finger inside my tight passage. I can barely breath. I can’t think. Then you ease back and thrust in hard. I whimper, expecting pain, but there is none. As your finger works deep inside me, swirling, teasing, probing, my fear and reluctance gives way to a ravenous lust. “Fuck, you’re tight,” you breathe, as I coat your finger with my arousal. “I can’t wait to feel your virgin pussy quivering and gripping around my cock.” The words virgin pussy and cock send a bolt of desire straight to my groin, pushing me over the edge, sending me into an orgasm that has me shuddering helplessly against you. Clinging to you like I am drowning, panting hard, urgent gasps coming from my lips until I catch my breath, then stifle a ...
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