Secret Schooling 1 - Sex Stories

Secret Schooling 1

... pleasure," Simone responded softly. She rolled back over and leaned her head back towards me, but lower and sucked up one of my teats. I moaned again feeling her hot mouth suckle at me with her tongue rolling against my hard swollen tip. That felt so good I could imagine having kids if only to feel this good all the time. When she stopped I was truly disappointed, but just for a moment as she switched over to my other breast to make it feel just as wonderful. I ran my hand through her short cropped hair and wondered how such pleasure could be a sin. Maybe a guy could do this to me, but they would never be as gentle and loving as Simone. Then she stopped again and nestled her face between my breasts and shook her head playfully as she blew and vibrated her lips against my fleshy cavern. "Bu-bu-bu-bu-bupt!" It tickled and I gave a small gasp as I pulled away from her. Simone laughed as she informed me, "That's called 'motor-boating'!" "Next time warn me first," I gasped trying to stop laughing. Simone was crazy, beautiful, and just plain amazing. I could never love anyone as much as I did her at this moment. "You wanna try it?" Simone teased as she removed her own shirt and pulled her tight sports bra over her head. I'd only licked her breasts twice before and for only a short time, so was eager to do so again. I answered her by just tackling her to the mat and duplicating her motor-boat imitation on my breasts. It didn't work as well on her smaller apple sized breasts. ...

... "Bbbbuuuupppptttt!" But still we laughed together. It felt so right to just be loved and play with each other's bodies with no threat of anyone finding us. I think this must be true happiness. But now I wanted to make Simone mine forever. I kissed her all over, the dark bumpy tips of her breasts, their soft undersides, her boney ribs underneath, then her smooth tanned belly. She could tell where I was going and spread her legs open for me as I got closer. My hands caressed her hard knees and pushed up her creamy thighs to flip her short skirt up out of the way. I'd never really worn skirts much in the winter before this year, but if you wanted to give access to your lover to touch you for just a few moments in the bathroom, or behind the gym, and then go back out in public as if nothing had ever happened then a skirt was the way to go. We both almost exclusivity wore them every day now because we just couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. It was Simone's turn to moan as I gently kissed the exposed flesh on her inner thigh right next to her pink cotton panties, then kissed the material themselves to feel her hot wet mound. The heat and smell of her moistening underneath wet my own pair as well as my appetite. She squealed happily and flipped her short skirt over my head and it was just like our dinner date again, only better. She had teased how she wasn't wearing panties then, but she was wearing a longer skirt than usual. I had dared her to prove it and that led to our rushed ...