Independence Day, Part Two - Sex Stories

Independence Day, Part Two

... gasp for air. A rough groan from behind them penetrated the humid air. Steve. “That’s it, man. You got this.” Josh’s lips met her neck, kissing her throat as she rode his covered, virgin cock. He licked down the side of her throat to her collarbone. One forearm hooked around the small of her back, his free hand drifted up her flat abs and over her breast. Squeezed. Please. A whimper escaped her throat and she looked down at him, every inch of her body on edge as if awaiting his touch to thrive. His fingers curled over the edge of her top, scratching her sensitive skin as he pulled both her tank and her bra down, exposing her. Gathering the fabric together, he squeezed her bare breast then leaned forward. Licked the tip of her nipple and sucked it between his teeth. She wanted to rip his clothes off. Ride him like she owned him in front of his friend. Take all of him inside her, and show him the wild fuck his first time deserved. Her muscles tensed, struggling to hold back. “You don’t seem too inexperienced to me.” Her words came in a hitching breath. Brown eyes peering up at her, Josh’s suction broke. His warm exhalation splashed over her wet nipple, fueling the fire between her legs. The teenager licked his lips, his palm closing over her abandoned breast. Daphne felt her eyes roll back as his lips closed over her areola. Leaned back in his grasp as he lapped at her tightened nipple. The explosive sound of a flurry of fireworks brought her back from the brink of bliss. ...

... Pushing his shoulders to the back of his chair, she exhaled in a huff. Extricated herself from his lap and gathered her knees on the parking lot asphalt between his legs. She looked up at him, fingered his big belt buckle and yanked it loose, then started on the zipper. “You’ve done that before, haven’t you, Josh?” she asked. “Once.” His breath was shaky as he watched her. “Well.” Catching her breath, she slid the zipper down and ran her thumb along the waistband of his boxers. “You did it well. Do you mind if I reciprocate?” He said nothing, drawing shallow breaths as he lifted his hips and allowed her to pull his clothes off. His thick cock bobbed from the release. He glanced to his side. Daphne followed his gaze. Steve had his jeans open, his hard cock standing in his stroking left hand. “Don’t stop now, sweet girl,” he said, giving her a nod. “Give him what he needs.” She smiled, feeling as if they were co-conspirators in making this night memorable. For all of them. She looked up at Josh and wrapped her hand around his dick. “Ever had a girl give you a hand job?” “Once.” “Oh. Bet it felt good.” He was already rock hard in her fingers as she spoke over his dick. “Did she lick your cock?” He let out a shaky breath. “No.” Daphne ran her hand up and down his length. “No? Did she put her mouth on you at all? Suck your cock? Your balls?” “N-no.” “That’s a shame.” Her mouth watered as she pumped his big rod, his warmth making every inch of her body sizzle. She was going to be the ...