1. Beef with Broccoli


    Date: 2/12/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Erotica, Written by women, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    that somehow fell out of my bag in front of the principal of my school at lunch two weeks ago. I dropped a paper napkin over it before he could really notice what it was and had to toss it in the trash when I bussed my tray because the principal was still talking to me. I flop forward like a rag doll until my forehead touches his chest. "Goddammit," I mutter, "I forgot to get another box. You don't have one?" "I wasn't planning on getting that lucky." He tilts my chin up with one hand and kisses me while using the other to press my hand into his erection. "Maybe I need to rethink how sexy this whole 'Chinese food delivery guy' thing is." "What you need to rethink," I said as I rubbed down between his legs and cupped his balls, "is wearing these pants." I kiss his neck, his hairless chest, one dark brown nipple. "I may not be able to feel you filling me up completely tonight, but at least I can taste you." Jay stands up and efficiently flicks his leather belt free of its buckle, unlaces his Chuck Taylors, and is standing in front of me naked in under a minute. I love the way his calves and thighs swell out from his knees, the way his cock points straight out at me from the black hair between his dimpled hips. Most men look ridiculous and self-conscious to me with all their clothes off, like it's something they'd never do in front of anyone if it didn't lead to sex. Jay makes me want to come up with long lists of reasons for him to be naked for no reason at all. He steps ...
    toward me and catches my hand in his before I can touch his swollen cock, as thick as my wrist with a tapered, shiny head. He is touching my breasts here bit.ly/T1ttIES "Let me get on my back. I want you at the same time." I look down Jay's body from where I'm kneeling over his face and lower myself across his flat stomach. He's quite a bit taller than me, so I have to stretch forward and guide his cock to my lips with my hand. I flick my tongue out, swiping up precum from the shiny brown head. He has a short ridge of soft foreskin, already pulled back, and his shaft and balls are darker and browner than even the tanned skin on his forearms. I wet my lips with my tongue and slide them gently across the head of his cock while he moans and bites softly at my inner thighs. He has a savory taste, not bitter at all and not too salty. I open my lips and suck lightly, only taking him into my mouth as far as the edge of his rolled-back foreskin before sliding him out until the tip only is pressed to my lips, never losing contact. "Jesus, Lindsay," he moans before occupying his tongue with sliding along the lips of my sex. I circle my forefinger and thumb around that ring of loose skin and see how far up I can pull it. It moves maybe a half an inch, just covering the bottom of his head. I press my lips against it like a kiss. No, it's more like getting a good seal when performing mouth-to-mouth on someone who's drowned. I move everything, my mouth, my hand, and his foreskin as far up and ...
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