1. 05. Charlotte and the Venustemple


    Date: 3/21/2016, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    People call me BC. BigCat. I have had this nickname all my life except for a period of three or four years at Art College, where I was known as ‘Fluffer’. These are the stories of that time. Fluffer’s time. “I hate the thought of you licking me, and I refuse to be one more sordid Fluffer story.” Charlotte pulled her t-shirt over her head and left me to pine over the prettiest, plumpest, pink-pucker of a sex I’d ever seen. All fresh from its shower and inches from my kiss. She yanked the sheet off my bobbing erection and frowned at it. “Come on, out of bed,” she added, rifling in her bag for knickers, “I want to see the Venustemple.” Blonde sculptor, and sixties-throwback, Charlotte and I had been together one whole week and fucked every day of it. Even on the plane on the way to our (so called) dirty weekend in Amsterdam. But she had a real bee in her bonnet about the Fluffer thing. She simply would not let me near her bits with anything other than my cock. Only meddling, mischievous Sara would have put us together. Worse - and neither of us would admit it at the time - we were definitely feeling the pressure of ‘What To Tell Sara’. She certainly would not be interested in the vanilla sex we’d had so far. Generally, it was sensuous (the lights were off) and sensitive (neither of us said a word) and we came together (both remembered condoms). Don’t get me wrong, it was gorgeous. I loved it. Charlotte loved it. But even she remarked it was nothing that Sara would be ...
    interested in. Even our quick fuck in the plane’s toilet was just that, no more, no less. Not even doggy or anything. Just Charlotte gripped to me like a baby monkey, gasping into my neck. It was wonderful. But you kind of had to be there. Meanwhile, right at that moment, Charlotte’s naked bottom was presented to me as she stooped and rummaged. Below and between her bum cheeks her lovely lips begged me. Begged me. To kiss them. I lunged. No sooner had our ‘lips’ touched, when Charlotte screeched and spun, whacking me in the face with her knickers. “Asshole!” She burst, grabbing her things and darting to the other side of the room. Crimson-faced and jaw grinding, she hurriedly dressed. “Sorry,” I said. She flapped at my slumping cock. “You stay here and have a wank. I’ll see you later.” Then she was gone and it was my turn to get narky. Embarrassed and sorry for myself, I packed my things. This was not working. Sara was going to catch such shit for this. I was going to shower, dress and fuck off. After breakfast. Not even an hour later, I was just coming out of the shower when Charlotte returned. Her face was as pink as when she left. But now she was biting on a smirk. I covered myself with my towel, as if that would teach her a lesson. She head-butted my chest. “Don’t do that again,” she said. She pressed her body against mine, her clothes rough and cold against my skin. She pulled the towel away. Hello… my cock said. She pressed herself to me, squeezing my bum. “Venustemple isn’t a ...
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