Independence Day, Part Two - Sex Stories

Independence Day, Part Two

... Josh should have me first? For a list of firsts.” His smiling mouth dropped open and he sighed with a chuckle. Looking past her at his co-worker, he shoved the middle panel of her panties aside and penetrated her aching pussy. She gasped, her hand clasped around his wrist. “What do you think, bro? She wants you first. Really wants you.” He leaned down to kiss the slope of her neck, his breath a rush of wind in her ear. “Sweet girl. So, so wet. Soft. She feels so good.” Goosebumps flamed over her skin and Daphne licked her open lips, suddenly dry mouthed as she followed his gaze back to Josh. The inexperienced boy lifted his beer to his lips with a shaking hand. Opened his mouth and tipped it back, but his eyes never left her. Slowly closing her legs, she tugged Steve’s hand from her pussy. Trailed his wet fingers over her bare thigh. She planted her combat boots flat on the ground and pushed up, walking over to Josh. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” “No.” But his voice was a little off. She smiled. He took another sip of beer, eying her. A little over an inch of liquid remained in the bottle, sloshing and foaming as he pulled it back from his lips. Daphne reached toward him and captured the bottle from his hand. Condensation dripped over her fingers as she lifted the lip to her mouth and drained the remainder down her throat. Swallowing, she turned and clunked the empty bottle on top of the cooler. She smiled at Steve as he caught her eye. He grinned back, stroking his ...

... lap. Turning, Daphne looked down at Josh. His bowed upper lip. “Have you ever had a kiss?” “Yeah.” “What do you know about kissing?” She hiked her chin, meeting his eyes. He swallowed, his gaze flickering to her mouth. “It’s nice. Using tongue.” “That’s right.” Leaning down, she caressed the side of his smooth face. “And you can’t properly love someone without kissing them first.” His lips parted, his breath shallow. She exhaled, knowing he felt it over his lips. “Do you want me to kiss you, Josh?” “Yes.” The whisper was hardly audible, but the sound of every letter hit each part of her mind with a clarity she’d never experienced. She brushed her mouth over his, dragging her lower lip before pulling back. Daphne sighed, closing her eyes. He’s perfect. With all his innocence and trust in her, she wouldn’t fail him. Slipping her other palm over his cheek, she pressed her mouth to his. A closed kiss, before she opened his uncertain lips with her own. She pushed her tongue inside, finding his raised and hesitant, then stroked it with the gentleness she knew he’d need. Felt his wet muscle plunge forward in reciprocation. Heat ravaged her empty pussy, leaving her body limp and begging when he wound his arms around her hips and pulled her toward him. Palms on his shoulders, she steadied herself and straddled his hips. He stationed her on his lap, his thick erection insistent against her sodden panties. Lust barreled through her, seizing her spine and forcing her to break their kiss and ...