1. Proclivities


    Date: 5/25/2016, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    large swallow of wine. It was perfectly dry, and my mouth felt like a desert. My head reeled. Susan smiled, then turned her attention back to Trenton, specifically to the fly of his jeans. I sat motionless and dumbfounded, wine glass in mid air, and watched as Susan deftly unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his button and lowered the zipper of his pants slowly and deliberately. He wasn't wearing underwear, as I saw soon enough, and when Susan fished around a little bit, she pulled out his penis and stroked it gently. Then she looked at me and said: &#034Isn't his cock beautiful?&#034 I shook my head without saying anything. It was true: his penis was straight and thick, and it pulsed in Susan's hand. In the candlelight, I saw a drop of pre-come glinting. I was a goner. My entire body flushed. Despite my earlier reasoning, my body was responding clearly and wonderfully to the circumstance. It was all I needed to feel. Setting my goblet on the coffee table, I did something that still amazes me:In a slinky but formal manner, I pulled my shirt over my head and then in one movement of the wrist unsnapped my bra in the front, letting the lacy garment float to the floor. The effect on the two of them was immediate. Trenton's jaw dropped an inch, and Susan said, &#034My god, Gab, you have such beautiful breasts. I had no idea.&#034 I grinned. Once, a boyfriend in college had told me that my breasts were the best-kept secret on campus. I took that to mean that nobody would suspect them to ...
    be so large, considering that I usually wore baggy clothes. As a c***d, my breasts had embarrassed me because I had developed earlier than the other girls and I had developed rapidly. In one summer, I went from an A cup to a C cup. It was then that I developed the habit of wearing loose fitting cotton shirts: I preferred to have the boys look in my eyes when they talked to me. And now, as I sat before the two, nude from the waste up, I felt like a model for a painter, a well-rounded, fleshy nude model. The sensation, I have to admit, took me by surprise. I had never been an exhibitionist, but with the two of them gawking openly at my chest, I felt a strange sense of power in my sexuality that I had never experienced before. Quietly to myself, I signed on for life. Added to this rush of new excitation was the fact that, since I had gained weight from worrying about the trip and since the extra pounds always went tomy chest, I could proudly stiffen my spine, knowing that my breasts presented a dramatic profile, especially in candlelight. I was in a new kind of kinky heaven. Without so much as a pause, Trenton and Susan leaned forward, each taking a breast to feel and to suckle. I felt like Artemis. I threw my head back and let out a considerable sigh as they licked and nibbled on each nipple, the combinations of pleasure rushing straight to my sex. And in no time, I felt wandering hands and fingers moving in tandem to remove the remainder of my clothing. Once my own jeans were ...
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