The French Student Ch.1 - Sex Stories

The French Student Ch.1

... shower door. “Oh. My. God.” she whispered. Although the glass was a bit steamy, Maya could make out everything clearly. Maybe she was wet before, but after seeing Emile’s body, she was positively soaking. Maya didn’t know how to react. Maybe he had been masturbating in the shower, and that’s why, Maya noted, his cock had become quite stiff. She obviously hadn’t noticed it before, but Emile’s cock was incredibly large. Many well-defined veins bulged out of it and Maya swore she could make out its pulsating head. She estimated him to be well over 8 inches. To be honest, she didn’t even think he was completely hard yet. Maya then checked out the rest of his elite figure. She previously suspected Emile to have a six-pack, but now noted that in fact he had a full on eight pack. It was insane. Every time Emile turned his body, each ripple and muscle movement of his abs could be seen. His skin was taut and tight, and lacked even an ounce of excess body fat. His large and well defined chest visibly rose each time he took a breath. With any arm movement as he jacked off or washed himself, his steely pectorals often involuntarily twitched in unison. Physically, Maya was now just soaking wet. Mentally, she was a horny, uncontrollable mess. If Emile were to step out of the shower and asked her to spread her legs, she doubted her ability to resist his command. The skin on his back was smooth and tight as it rolled and dipped over all the muscles he had on his upper back. She could imagine ...

... the scratches that she would leave on his back after a wildly hot night with him and his beautifully large cock. Maya had a few sexual experiences with boys before, but having sex with Emile would be something she probably couldn't take. She doubted that even a forty year old mother of eight could handle the sheer aestheticism of Emile’s body and his massive cock. Emile could probably deliver any woman a quadruple set of orgasms and turn them into a spluttering mess before he even inserted his entire cock into the pussy. “What the hell!” Emile shouted as he covered himself. “What are you doing?” He had just noticed Maya’s face gazing wide-eyed at him as he took a shower. Maya panickedly began stating her rehearsed alibi. “Oh sorry I was just trying to get my stuff and uh... didn’t hear you because of my iPod.” She awkwardly held it up. Emile continued to stare at her. “I was just looking at you for a bit because I wasn’t sure um...” Maya paused. She had no clue what to say. She really hadn’t thought this through, and now Maya was in a predicament where a naked, ridiculously attractive boy was staring at her while she herself looked like a peeping pervert. Emile glared at her and wrapped a towel around his waist. He saw that Maya was clearly a bit distraught at this point. She was dressed in her pajamas, but Emile could still clearly make out her large breasts and apple shaped bottom. Her hair seemed pretty frazzled and she seemed even jittier than before. Suddenly, it dawned ...