Come fuck me when you’re ready.’ If only it were always that simple.” Then she wiped her mouth with her wrist, and whispered, ‘I’ll be waiting in the guest room after this. When I came, she swallowed it all up like it was the best vanilla milkshake she’d ever had. I couldn’t believe it was the first blowjob she’d ever given.
I swear she must’ve watched some Jenna Jameson tutorials online or something because she had skills, man. She started massaging my balls and licking my cock like she really wanted it. I unbuttoned my pants and sat down on the carpeted floor and she approached my erection with equal parts fascination and ambition. When she explained that she’d never given head before, but wanted to try, I was obviously psyched. I got tossed in the closet with this average looking girl but I was okay with it since she had above average tits. Sounds lame, maybe, but there’s not much to do in the burbs. We were all boozing, downing whatever beer or liquor we could skim off our parents when this girl stopped the music suddenly and announced that it was time to play Seven Minutes In Heaven. “Last year, as a junior in high school, I was at a house party in my buddy’s attic while his parents were out of town. It was the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, and I’d do it again.” Most of our clothes were still on, and we powered up the washer so it would vibrate beneath me as he pumped and pumped, deeper and deeper. We fucked-fast-in the laundry room, where we had a view of the driveway in case my mom came back. But I wanted him inside me, so I reached down and grabbed it. His dick felt so good poking through his pants, rubbing up against my vagina, I knew I could orgasm from dry humping him just like that. Then I jumped into his arms, legs wrapped tightly around his waist and impressively firm ass. When I got to his crotch, he leaned back and said, ‘Fuck it!’ Then he stood up. I stood up too, on the seat of the couch. I made the first move, touching his knee and then sliding my hand up his inner thigh. Two hours later, we were two bottles deep and neither of us had heard from my mother. I invited him inside and poured us each a glass of wine. When he rang the doorbell one night around 6pm looking for my mom, who was out at the time, I decided to play hostess in my comfy but clingy sweats. He’s a personal trainer, and fit as hell-six-pack-abs-and-ripped-arms fit, like you see in advertisements for weight loss supplements and gym memberships.
I didn’t expect him to be so damn hot, though. My parents divorced when I was five, so it wasn’t like it was traumatic or anything to meet the guy. “I was back from school for winter break when I met my mom’s new boyfriend for the first time. When a college girl thirsts for her mom’s new man. Read the original batch of real sex stories here, the second saucy installment here, the third here, the fourth here, and the fifth here.
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