1. A Taste of What's to Come Part 2


    Date: 1/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Erotica, Male / Female Teens, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Scatology, Author: Feynman15, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    It had been 3 weeks since Ananya and I had our first naughty ass-tasting experience. And a lot had changed in that time. I pulled up to her driveway and rung the doorbell. Ananya answered, greeting me with those lustful hazel eyes. I closed the door behind me. We said no words. I took off my pants and exposed the throbbing erection I had been sporting all the way en route to her house. Her eyes widened and she smiled. She walked a few steps to her left and laid on her back against the soft carpet steps that lead upstairs. That same little smirk appeared on her face. Again, no words. She just looked at me, and opened her mouth wide, making a seductively sexy popping noise as she smacked her lips open. I took the same few steps to the stairs and plunged the entirety of my hard cock deep into her throat. As she laid on the carpet stairs, hands on both of my hips, I thrusted in and out, in and out of her salivating esophagus, my balls slapping against her chin. The only noise in the whole house was the sloppy wet sound of my cock dipping into the deepness of her throat. She muffled a moan and it turned me on even more, so I did a few fast thrusts, fucking her face hard. I pulled out and she gasped for air. "Hi," she finally said, after catching her breath. "Hey beautiful. You finish the Trig?" I asked. I started to walk to the dining room table so we could start our actual tutoring session. But Ananya cutely whimpered like a puppy, so I quickly ran back to where she was on the ...
    stairs and greeted her smiling mouth with a few more quick thrusts into the back of her throat. She got up and gave me a kiss. Forty-five minutes later, the Trig work was done, and Ananya and I had an extra hour before I had to leave. "You hungry?" I asked her. Ananya's hazel eyes were in a dream state these days when she looked at me. A haze of hazel. And as the haze cleared, the hazel spoke in the soft way she always did. "I could really go for a popsicle," she said to me. Before she even finished saying the word popsicle my cock had engorged and was in a pushing battle with my jeans zipper. And we weren't talking about frozen fruit on a fucking stick! "Hmm, I wonder what the flavor is today," I said. Ananya jumped up and grabbed me by the arm. "Ohhh, let's please please find out right the fuck now, ok?" She started to drag me up the stairs. And so there we were, completely naked on her bed. Ananya laid on her side and I spooned up behind her. There was something about this girl. Fuck, I mean I know she and I had become total fuck buddies in this super taboo, super secretive, something out of a frickin' impossible-porn-movie situation. But as I scooted my pulsating penis up against her bubbly Indian ass, I had a million butterflies. Radioactive butterflies. Maniacal. Spawned in some dark alley lab of a psychopathic lepidopterist. It was hard to believe what she brought out of me. I lifted Ananya's right ass cheek and exposed that nice brown butthole that I had only started ...
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