A Taste of What's to Come Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Taste of What's to Come Part 3

... a flowing red top. She saw me and smiled, and I reciprocated, but only for a second, when I saw what I saw. There was someone walking with Ananya! Another girl! She was pretty short, maybe 5ft1, Caucasian with blonde hair. I couldn't see her well, but the light from the lamppost highlighted her curvy hips, similar to Ananya's. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," I muttered under my breath. The two girls hopped in the car, the blonde to the backseat. "Uhhh," was all I could get out. I looked at Ananya who looked back at me so casually, as if this wasn't a big frickin deal. I turned around to get a closer look at the blonde. "Chelsea," she said, offering her hand. "Hi. Um," as I turned to Ananya. "Uh." Ananya and Chelsea laughed. "She's 18," said Ananya. "She's a really good friend. She knows exactly what's going on. And don't worry--" "Parents are Catholic," said Chelsea. "And I mean weekly dinners with the monsignor Catholic. Eucharists in our pantry Catholic." "Fuck, that's pretty Catholic," I said. I eased into my seat a little more and smiled at both of them. "I wanna taste something a lot more flavorful than a eucharist," said Chelsea. She bit her lower lip. I started to get a bulge. "See?" said Ananya. "I say we drive to your place, and give Chelsea here the proper greeting." "What does that mean?" asked Chelsea. I stepped on the gas and started counting down the minutes in my head. I was beyond "on edge". I needed to take it slowly on speed bumps I was so close to bursting. The ...

... girls were chatting about God knows what while we approached my place. I raced in my mind as fast I did in the car. And just like that, we had stepped out and were walking up to my door. "You never told me what a proper greeting is, Ananya," said Chelsea. Ananya coyly smiled at me. "Let's show her first, sound good?" she asked. "Fuck yeah," I said. I opened the door, let the girls inside. Ananya stood in front of Chelsea and started to strip, as did I. And as Chelsea watched us, she started to say something but Ananya shushed her. Chelsea watched as Ananya and I, completely naked, walked over to the sofa without saying a word. Ananya laid on her back upside down on the couch, so that her feet were dangling over the top, and her head was dangling off of the front edge of the sofa. With this easy access, I positioned myself, shoving my entire erection into her throat, and started throat fucking her like a deranged jackrabbit. Ananya gagged and slapped me on the ass. "More," she gurgled. I kept pounding her face, letting my cock feel the incredible warm sensation of a sloppy wet endless orifice. Again, no talking, no words, no communication...just a repeated "shuck" filling my living room, and an occasional gasp from Chelsea. I could feel my balls starting to tingle. I was going to burst. So I pulled out and walked over to the door and took the frozen Chelsea by the hand. "Time for a proper introduction, Chelsea," I said. Ripping her clothes off, I motioned her to the sofa. She ...