I have been patiently waiting to again see my lover, Daniel, for over
three weeks. His being a senior at a trade school in the next state is really
"the pits." This endless waiting, and unrelentless craving for his hard muscular
body, has been driving me crazy, as well as making every single cell in my young
fourteen-year-old body extremely horny. My long red nipples always seem to be
hard as large pebbles and my blond fuzz-covered slit always seems to be sooo
swollen, sopping wet, and continuously itchy, those distended plump pussy lips
hanging down even further than usual. Every time I see a guy with a large
bulging swaying basket, my gaping puss begins sharply tingling and the tip of my
long tongue automatically trails across my moist parted lips, making them even
wetter as I imagine how "long and fat" his joy-stick might balloon. I have to be
sooo careful that I don't give him even a slight flirty smile, cause with my
pink wet pussy in such a hot agitated state, *just* one single friendly little
peck on my cheek and this young agile body would be all over him, wrapped
tighter than a second skin. God, I am so glad I'm seeing my Daniel today. I
don't know if I could have lasted another week without feeling his long, fat
baby-maker in my thirsting mouth, then my hungry, overheated puss. Meeting
Daniel inside a rock concert was by no means my first choice. "I" would have
liked somewhere a *lot* more private, but feeling so loved-starved and needing
him so badly, I would have met him anywhere! My flat stomach and pouting pussy
have been wildly twitching all afternoon in anticipation of seeing him as I
vividly re-lived over and over in my mind the totally consuming, unbridled
passion when last our lusting sweaty bodies melded together as one. Even a
rough, vigorous stroking through my very soggy curly forest has not been able to
satisfy this deep primeval yearning. Tonight, I have dressed as Daniel likes: a
black "liquid leather" mini-skirt, well above the mid-point of my smooth creamy
thigh, that just "flows" over my lower body, accenting my firm youthful curves
and just covering my volleyball shaped buns, having a gold- tone full-length
"bottom-to-top" front zipper; a thin sheer, almost transparent, sleeveless white
silk blouse with the top six pearl buttons intentionally left undone; finally, a
one-inch black velvet choker around my neck with a gold heart suspended in the
front, pointing down toward that deep valley between my over-ripe breasts.
Underneath that "liquid leather" mini-skirt are hot-pink low-cut lace bikini
panties that I have had to keep hidden since my prudish mother doesn't allow me
to wear that style. "Those are only for tramps'" mom would say, but that's
exactly the style that Daniel likes, *but* I'm no tramp. So what if you can
vividly see the outline of my pouting plump pink lips through the thin sheer
hot- pink fabric, my mini-skirt covers them for all *but* my sweet, wonderful
Daniel. No fancy stockings or "chastity" pantyhose, just smooth solid
clean-shaven youthful flesh to capture both his gentle and his rough caresses.
Daniel also doesn't like bras, so *after* I'm out of sight of my house, I always
hide behind a large tree and deftly unhook all five bra hooks on my black lacy
full-figure bra. A little arm contorting and one or two wiggles (five or six, if
old man Patterson is peeking out his window) slips it right off, and into my
purse for the return trip. Then as I walk, or sometimes "strut", the warm tingly
feelings from my youthful D-cup breasts jiggling and bouncing free, hard
yearning nipples rubbing against smooth silk, feels both so naughty and sooo
sexy. Every time my whole young "innocent" body is well-scrubbed and refreshed,
*and* still totally naked, I love gazing at it in the full-length mirror in my
pink ruffly bedroom. I deeply inhale, slowly twist from side to side, watching
my chest-balloons with their perfectly-centered dark areola sway slightly
suspended in mid-air. It always amazes me at how large those over-ripe "Honey
Dew" melon halves have blossomed on such a petite little chest, without even a
hint of droop, so out of proportion to the rest of my young hard 5' 2" body.
That breast skin is stretched sooo taut that it is almost transparent, vividly
showing the dark blue veins spider- webbing from each huge dark areola. Daniel,
though, would probably view them more as half-gallon- size scoops of vanilla ice
cream with a huge Hershey's kiss in each center. "He says chocolate' is sooo
good for you," constantly proving it to me through the energetic nibbles of his
lips and the pleasurable love-bites of his teeth on my stiff fat nipples and
puffy wrinkled areola. Sometimes, he leaves large red blotches on those blimps
that for days afterward intimately remind me of "his overwhelming passionate
love," leaving my poor wet puss churning, yearning for more. Right now, my long
fat erect nipples broadcast my heightened arousal to all, poking so vividly
through that thin sheer material, desiring to escape to find a pair of warm wet
sensuous lips. Although the deep warm beckoning valley between those two
towering mountains is plainly visible through my so-unbuttoned silk blouse, the
rest of my buoyant globes are completely covered. I'm still a little embarrassed
that my very dark reddish-brown areola show so distinctly like large dark brown
sand-dollars through the thin material, but I quickly bury that worry by only
thinking of Daniel and how fabulous his luscious muscular body will feel tightly
pressed against mine. I have fixed my long blond hair into a french-braid,
keeping it entirely out of the way. This "look" is capped by two pearl stud
earrings in each ear, a coat of bright shiny ruby-red lipstick on my full pouty
lips, and a couple dabs of "Obsession" perfume, especially in that deep valley
between my breasts and one just above my super-heated puss. My musky female
scent mixed with the "Obsession" perfume makes such an irresistible combination.
I don't wear any other makeup cause Daniel doesn't like it, he prefers a
"natural" look, or that should really be "naked" look. That last thought makes
me giggle. Finally, I can see Daniel pushing through the crowd in his ragged
jeans, unbuttoned western shirt, and mussed up curly hair. I wave him over,
basking in the radiant smile from his weathered face. Instead of kissing me on
my slightly parted waiting lips, he immediately begins energetically biting my
left earlobe, causing a profound mixture of tender pain and soaring pleasure. My
nipples harden even further if that's still possible, and my soggy puss expels
even more thick musky goo. I immediately know that "he" is as highly aroused as
I am, and so needs to be roughly pleasured. Pausing briefly, Daniel buries his
nose in my clean fresh hair, seemingly inhaling and savoring every subtle scent.
Abruptly, his hot moist tongue begins at that ear's tippy-top, lingeringly
sliding along under its outer ridge as if tasting my every pore, both severely
tickling me and sending a myriad of sensuous chills up and down my spine. My
heaving body can only sigh deeply, shiver once or twice, then melt onto his
tightly enwrapped arms, letting those strong arms and his muscular body keep me
afloat. Halfway down that now-wet tingling ear, the firm tip of his tongue toys
first with one pearl stud, then with the other, making me squirm even tighter
into his warm safe all-encompassing arms, my unfettered unyielding full breasts
making deep indentations in his muscular now-fully-uncovered chest. Even though
there are many other young guys and gals packed closely around us, I totally
ignore them and concentrate only on the immense love and red-hot passion
radiating from my Daniel. Daniel can surely feel *my* warm hard palms and rigid
fingers, which have slipped under his unbuttoned western shirt, roaming around
on his very muscular back. Usually, they just slither up and down from his waist
across his strong shoulder blades to his broad shoulders, feeling his hot manly
flesh shift under their firm caresses. A couple times, I have slipped both
now-naughty hands into his jeans, under his briefs, squeezing, rubbing, then
gently caressing his solid muscular butt cheeks. Once, while my hands were
there, he nibbled on a sensitive spot causing my nails to deeply dig into those
beautiful round cheeks. Instead of being mad, that mild pain seemed to increase
his hunger, greatly intensifying his loving kissing and passionate nibbling.
Finally again reaching my ear's now-sensitive lobe, his lips only gently brush
it, but his heated breath makes me shiver down to my inner core. His trail of
moist passionate kisses and tiny nibbles down my tensed up-turned neck produces
acres of goose bumps and further intensifies the demands of that unrelenting
animal lust growing in my loins. My breathing quickens, starting to come only in
short gasps as those once-controlled deep desires begin to fully govern every
reaction of this young very horny body. His unyielding lips slip under the
flared collar of my silk blouse roughly nibbling along the crest of my shoulder,
filling my needy body with an even greater animalistic craving. Increasingly
consumed by my now-uncontrollable passion and getting braver, I unhesitantly
slide one warm palm down the front of his rough faded jeans. Boldly, I firmly
squeeze that denim mound shielding his large expanding tonsil-teaser, then begin
slowing, but very firmly, rubbing up and down, causing that ragged denim to
stretch more and more as his huge tool balloons fuller and fuller. My small hand
can feel its full length jerking, floundering around in those jeans like a
freshly caught fish on a dock, in response to my steady magical presses. Not to
be outdone, Daniel slowly unzips up the front of my black mini-skirt, about
two-thirds of the way, exposing wide expanses of creamy white thigh and my
sopping hot-pink panties. His hot hand slips up underneath, sliding up one
smooth and now-damp thigh. The trail of tingles left by his hot scraping fingers
feel sooo good that I almost stop my rubbing, lost in a sea of swirling
sensations, but quickly regain control. He quickly leaves that quivering womanly
flesh and patiently assaults my hot sopping lace panties with his stiff
well-practiced fingers. Oh so slowly, he runs a stiff index finger along that
thin lace over my moist parted crack, pushing those hot-pink bikini panties ever
deeper, parting my plump blossoming pink lips even further. Automatically, my
wobbly legs spread much wider, allowing those naughty sensuous fingers total
unencumbered access to my boiling honey-pot. After peeling that black mini-skirt
up around my waist, we tightly hug, trading glorious sensations ~~ me feeling
the ever growing bulge of his fully inflamed manhood, and him feeling my
swelling full breasts and hard nubby nipples through my thin blouse. Now, all
the guys and gals nearby can see my hot-pink lace bikini panties, so distinct
against my creamy-white pulsating flesh. I become more and more exposed as those
now-wispy panties are pulled deeper and deeper into my widening ass crack in the
back and pushed deeper and deeper into my wet pouting pussy crack in the front.
Not even a third of my plump wet mound is now covered and less that a quarter of
my chubby round buns, but right now, I don't care!! Periodically arching my
toes, my yearning shell roughly slides up and down his solid muscular body
allowing a further intermingling of electrifying sensations in our own private,
but ever more frenzied, world. Daniel's hand has unexpectedly slipped inside my
tight sopping hot-pink panties. My up and down motions are not only jerking him
off underneath his denim, but now *myself* as well as he holds his strong hot
hand steady against my wet upper slit and stiff engorged clit. Every so often to
tease me, he slides his rigid index finger up inside me up to at least the
second knuckle, making me jump and squirm, squeal a little, then press even more
tightly against him. Sometimes, we are pressed so tightly together by the crowd
that I can feel another guy's protruding bulge slip into my tight ass crack,
slide up and down a few times, then quickly disappear. One time, I even felt a
large wet spot develop in my little-remaining panty-seat as I rhythmically
clenched and unclenched those solid youthful cheeks, trying to prolong all those
lust provoking sensations. Another time, I even felt soft fingers with long
nails and hot palms gently cup, then slightly lift up, and finally roughly
squeeze my solid round cheeks. "That" was no guy, as attested by a final wet
kiss on the back of my neck. Her actions did double-duty as my steaming, wet
puss was forced even harder into Daniel's stiff protruding bulge making me emit
another quiet squeal. She would have made a wonderful three-some. Usually, I
would be very upset by these clandestine rubs and caresses on my private areas,
but now they only further incited my ever-increasing lust! My juicing pussy can
graphically attest to the ever stiffening result of Daniel's rising passion, his
worn denim jeans now tenting straight out, causing me to hump my horny
lace-covered mound even harder against, and along, that rock-hard straining
bulge. My churning body distinctly feels his stiff covered spear stab slightly
inside me, widely splitting even further my puffy pink pussy lips and, once or
twice, flicking against my hard erect little clitty. I lift my left leg, curling
it around the back of his shaking legs, allowing that denim-covered spear to
penetrate even deeper into the super- heated tunnel of my womanhood. All these
different gentle and rough touches excite my rising passion even more, causing
me to feverously hump back harder and harder as if my young body is demonically
possessed. My hot- pink lace bikini panties, now so sopping wet, allow my blond
curly pubic hairs to peek out both sides for all to see as those no longer
protective panties are pushed ever deeper into my gaping heated crack. (It's
times like this that I wished that my plump pussy was shaved completely bare,
but when we shower in school, the other less-developed and more inexperienced
girls just wouldn't understand and would tease me so, maybe calling me naughty
names.) By now, that tent of his jeans is just as soaked as my mostly-submerged
lacy panties, showing an ever-expanding wet circle from my oozing wet goo.
Totally out of control, like me, Daniel roughly rips open my sheer silk blouse,
sending pearl buttons flying left and right. His glazed blue eyes feast on my
huge floating headlights, while his tongue totally wets his pursed parted lips.
As if in a trance, I let that silky covering slide off my red-splotched
shoulders forming a silky puddle around my still-arching feet, exposing my full
heaving jugs for all nearby to see. My youthfulness allows them to appear
suspended in mid-air, round creamy-white globes jutting straight out, without
any sag whatsoever. Those long fat red nipples look like huge bullets, created
both from the cool air, my excitement, and the nearby crowd's avid salivating
stares. In a split-second, Daniel has finished unzipping up my black mini-
skirt, letting it follow my silk blouse around my feet. I'm left almost totally
naked, clad only in those wispy thin hot-pink lace bikini panties, as if they
could now hide anything at all. I am sure that some of the watching crowd can
see the glistening sheen on the insides of my smooth white thighs where my warm
gooey pussy juice has trickled down, but I am too far gone to care. My
unsatisfied heated lust has now totally possessed this young yearning body.
Daniel's fluffy head quickly drops, totally engulfing my left breast's fat hard
nipple with his rough greedy mouth. That mouth begins sucking sooo hard that
anyone would guess he was trying to entice gallons of warm sweet mother's milk
to letdown, then powerfully squirt out. I can only abruptly "gasp," then emit a
low guttural "Ummmmmmmm," and almost cresting, arch my back, further stuffing
more tender bloated breast-flesh into his ever- widening cavern, as a
chain-reaction of electrifying tingles zip through every cell of this rigid
twitching body. Finally releasing his prey, Daniel pauses to catch his breath.
Looking down, I can see his warm wonderful saliva coating and glistening on
every tiny millimeter of my grossly distended nipple and now-protruding puffy
wrinkled areola. That areola is now sooo puffy that it looks like a shiny
reddish-brown cap on the front of my breast. That elongated beet-red nipple
shivers slightly, beckoning those wet sucking magnetic lips back for another
round, but my other engorged breast so badly needs attention too. Looking around
through my pink haze, nearby, I can see a couple burly guys with their shorts
around their knees rapidly milking their huge liberated leaping lizards, while
others passionately nibble on their girlfriend's taut up-turned necks or let
their tongues wander down to caress a young inexperienced set of tonsils. This
hot indescribable "fever" seems to be spreading with "us" at its center. A
little refreshed, Daniel gives my needy right breast an even more vigorous
treatment, slobbering hot saliva all over that swollen bulging globe, making my
body begin to convulse and thick musky honey to ooze through my thin panties
like thick syrup pressed through a screen The intense pressure in my overheated
furnace tells me that my very much craved orgasm is almoooost there. My pressing
palm can distinctly feel his grossly bloated snake thrash even more, crying to
be released from its faded denim prison, yearning to feel a set of hot wet lips
engulf its total python-like length ~~ "Not now," I want to whisper, "but very
sooooon." Those last fervent nibbles finally push my poor straining body over
the edge. I begin violently thrashing and jerking in his strong embracing arms,
purring a continuous stream of ever-louder "ohs" and "ahs", and then, a terse
"There, that's itttttttttt", while Daniel tries in vain to recapture that
wayward, bobbing nipple. My poor teased pussy convulses violently, now
powerfully gushing sweet female nectar straight through my thin panty material,
leaving a small warm puddle on the ground and large droplets running down my
shaking legs. Daniel holds me ever-so-tight while my shutters and shivers
subside. My gasping parted lips nestle securely in the crook of his warm neck,
alternately exhaling then strongly inhaling, and sucking. He sure will have one
large black and blue hickey in that spot tomorrow, but I'm sure he will feel
that it was worth it!! After finally regaining my senses and without being
asked, I drop to my knees in front of my loving Daniel. Though they rest in "my"
puddle of warm sticky goo, I hardly feel it. Right now, my whole mind and body
are totally focused on giving my Daniel as much pleasure as he has given me. My
pouting red lips are only inches from the huge struggling bulge that I so
desire. I can vividly see that monster wiggling like a snake as my hot breath
caresses that ripped straining denim. Looking up teasingly, our glazed stares
fuse together, lost in heated bliss, as my right hand very slowly grasps that
gold tarnished zipper-pull. With the slightest nod from Daniel, I pop the snap,
then slowly and carefully zip down those over-stuffed jeans, watching his
bulging briefs blossom into view through that ever-widening "V". Pausing only a
second to gawk with an unsatiated thirst, I swiftly yank those jeans down,
totally exposing his obscenely tented, precum stained briefs. Wet spots abound
where that monster has slithered seeking freedom. That straining beast has
tented those poor briefs out sooo far that the front leg elastics no longer even
closely touch his muscular legs, allowing huge gaps through which that engorged
solid fleshy-tube can be vividly seen. Deliberately, I wet one finger between my
moist parted lips, then slip it into the right gap. I slowly slide it along the
fat ridge on the underside, feeling that thick bulging tube of manhood pulse and
twitch, while Daniel's warm hands steady himself on my bare shoulders from his
body's shivering. That wanton warm finger gently caress each curly pubic hair at
its wide root, then spirals around his ever tightening bull-size ball-sac,
feeling both jump around as if on a very hot grill. After a few minutes of
teasing and enjoying watching him sway and shiver, I remove that sticky happy
finger and return it slowly between my parted red lips tasting a little of his
salty precum and smelling his lingering manly crotch scent. I look up at Daniel
with "bedroom eyes" as I teasingly-slow lick my gooey finger up and down like a
big old' lollipop, then insert it between my moist parted lips, pushing it in up
to my second knuckle, vigorously sucking on it while twisting it round and
round. I can plainly see Daniel's pleading puppy dog look, fully wishing that
his hard throbbing pole was where my wet, fully satisfied finger is now. Now, my
warm shaking hands slide around and into the back of his very tight briefs,
scraping the tips of my red nails across his firm round flexing buns. Firmly
grasping his round muscular cheeks, I pull his groin closer, gently, then
roughly, rubbing my pink cheeks and wet red lips against that still-covered
straining, thrashing bulge. Anyone nearby could see the smudged trails of my red
lipstick across those light blue briefs as I grind my face even harder into that
covered tube of man-meat. My cheeks can distinctly feel the wet spots in those
briefs where his precum has seeped, so vividly proving his arousal. I even let
my sneaky tongue lick a couple spots, tasting the salty flavor of his manly
nectar. And this is only the beginning! There will be no stopping me now until I
reach, then fully savor, that spouting fountain of youth. Teasingly, I
continuously wet my lips and tongue as I kiss, suck, and lap that brief-encased
"ladies' delight". After a few minutes of this diligent attention, that whole
bulge is so wet that it's almost transparent. I can distinctly see the nippled
tip of his uncut love- stick pointing straight at me, its puckered tip mashed
flat by the taut, straining material. When it flexes in this tight confine, a
little bead of precum pops through that material, giving me a pearl of manly dew
to greedily lap with my tongue. Unable to contain my pent-up lust any longer, I
again slip my hands up the sides of his butt scraping with my nails as I go,
again feeling him shiver. I grab his over-stretched briefs, and jerk them down
in a single stroke. Daniel's long hard shaft springs out, weaving and bobbing
wantonly, directly in front of my moist, parted lips. I can vividly see the
purplish veins bulging all along that long engorged tan log, rooted in that
small tuft of brown pubic hair. Surprisingly, Daniel has shaved off all his
curly brown pubic hair, except around the base of his shaft, and even that has
been trimmed back. This lack of a fluffy curly forest makes his formidable shaft
look much larger inciting my cum-hunger even further. "Reality be damned,"
perceptions are what fuels this girl, and "that" is one *huge* perception.
Grabbing that wobbling shaft to steady it, I can only get my small fingers
wrapped halfway around as I slowly try to pump it back and forth, watching even
more precum drip onto my waiting tongue from its nippled tip. His fat bouncing
sausage is so slippery from all the precum that it's very hard to get a good
grip with one small hand, so I use both hands for now ~~ pulling and pushing,
pumping that bloated sausage harder and harder. I so love watching his long
brown foreskin pull back off that fat head, allowing the purple plum to suddenly
pop into view, then covering it up again. When uncovered, its shiny purple crown
flairs so invitingly, oozing even more precum out its wide piss-slit. Every
couple strokes, I let my rough stiff tongue lick that sensitive purple plum as
it "pops" into view. Each quick lick causes Daniel to shiver more and more.
There is nothing that can compare with getting warm, thick precum directly from
the spout. Even as fully erect and hard as Daniel is, his foreskin still
completely covers that fat purple head, leaving a little rubbery dimple from
which my tongue can also teasingly catch drops. I sometimes feel like a baby
suckling at a mother's breast when I gently suckle only on that shriveled
rubbery dimple, but it does give a very different type of milk! Satisfied that
it's now hard enough, my small youthful mouth engulfs his huge still-swelling
manhood, allowing my firm wet tongue to begin vigorously massaging its sensitive
underside. Daniel loudly moans, but nobody notices cause they're all too busy
with their own enjoyment while the rock music blares in the background.
Abruptly, his firm hands securely grab the back of my head, impaling me deeper
and deeper on his long fat love-spear until I begin gagging with an overstuffed
mouth of my lover's manly- meat. Daniel now lets me back off, then gruffly pulls
me in again, my mouth further impaled on his long thick root. This time, though,
I am ready, arching my head and relaxing my throat muscles until his
still-covered purple tip is completely buried down my throat with my nose
resting amongst his curly groin hairs. Right now, I'm ever so glad Daniel taught
me how to "deep- throat" cause I can see his enjoyment through his moans and
facial expressions as my tongue, cheeks, and throat roughly caress and
pulsatingly squeeze that long fat baby-maker. Without warning, a red-headed guy
~~ at least his curly pubic hair was red ~~ tries to join our fun by shoving his
circumcised thick beer-canish cock into my very busy face. Daniel quickly pushes
him away. "I" am a receptacle for only *his* warm salty baby- making juice. By
now, the party around us is getting more intense with an increasing number of
bare, heaving breasts and wobbling, dripping male members of every conceivable
size and shape. Their nipples are jutting super-hard, and their long, swollen
joy-sticks are even harder. Thinking of nipples, my left hand snakes up Daniel's
washboard abdomen to his muscular smooth chest and begins to tweak one very hard
protruding manly nipple. He "groans" loudly while he thrusts his hips forward,
burying that long thick baton even further into my wet over-stuffed mouth.
Feeling Daniel approaching climax, both my hands first begin fondling his round
solid bullish balls ~~ sometimes firmly rolling them between my two vertical
palms, other times rotating them on two horizontal palms, like those Chinese
chime-balls. (I would never be able to fit both of his bloated "oranges" in one
of my single small palms.) As both puffed-up globes begin to pull up into his
body, I hold that rigid fire hose steady with one hand, vigorously licking its
wonderful nippled spout. Undetected, I suddenly poke the slippery index finger
of my other hand through Daniel's rosette and wiggle it around. This immediately
pushes him over the edge as he shouts out a loud, "I'mmmm cccuuummmming,"
thrashing and bucking around. His first convulsive shudder is so violent that my
single small hand looses its grip on that thrashing slippery fire hose, allowing
one sticky milky glob to hit my still-pink cheek and another large glob to zing
among my braided blond hair. Quickly regaining aim by holding the wrinkled tip
to my sticky red lips with *both* hands, I corral the next four large squirts
directly in my wide-open panting mouth, letting only a couple drops dribble down
my chin. My palate is thoroughly enjoying its bitter salty taste. My heated
breath on that sensitive tip seems to incite him even further. Pulling back ever
so slightly, I find a long strand of juicy white cum suspended between my sticky
wet red lips and Daniel's brownish still-wrinkled cock nipple. I feel like a
young virginal school girl who has lewdly over-stretched her gum between her
soft pursed ruby lips and tender outstretched fingers. Like that young innocent
school girl, I lingeringly chew my way back along that luscious pearly white
strand until I'm back at that beautiful puckered nipple, not having lost a
single bit. After a couple less powerful, but still scrumptious direct hits, his
salty cum begins just oozing out that nippled tip. I then apply a powerful
sucking action to drain every last drop of his wonderful nectar. Sometimes, I
seem to suck sooo hard that I am surprised his puckered rosette doesn't zoom out
that piss-slit also. Finally, to acquire every last single drop, I even
completely retract that foreskin, twirling my hot sticky tongue around and under
that still- fat purple head, making sure there isn't any manly-juice hidden
away. Pulling back slightly again, I watch with awe as that huge "lady pleaser"
deflates, slowly wilting and shriveling away. I sometimes wish my petite
sensitive clitty would grow that big ~~ think of all the fun I could have. His
long fat baton now looks so scrunched up, deceptively just like a little boy's
pee-wee. For a final snack, my long, wide tongue licks that errant glob of sperm
from my still-pink cheek, while I rub that other large glob into my scalp ~~ a
perfect protein-rich shampoo. Putting my warm sticky hands firmly on Daniel's
bare waist, I slowly stand up. Leaning over to deeply kiss Daniel to further
show my love, he quickly turns away. I'd forgotten that he doesn't like the
taste of his cum, so I just wetly kiss him on his bare neck, leaving a little of
his sticky gooey sperm behind (heh, heh). Momentarily ducking down, I quickly
wipe my satisfied but sticky mouth with a tissue from my purse. Staying almost
naked, we stand snuggled together as "one" for five to ten minutes while the
music blares overhead, basking in each others pleasure and inhaling the mixed
scents of our earth- shattering releases. Then, hugging him even more tightly, I
begin slowly rubbing my still-pointed fat nipples and pillowy breasts across his
strong chest, also letting my curly pussy hairs and wet slit tickle his wilted,
but now stirring, midget-member. It's time for portions of him to wake up again.
After three weeks of waiting, *I* am not done using his hard young body yet!!
Now, to feel that long thick snake slither deeeep inside me . . . . .
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