Take it Easy - Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque

... before her hand touched it. She then grabbed a bottle of soap and upended it over her hand, pouring out a large amount. She briefly rubbed her hands together before lathering up her boobs, squeezing them and pinching their nipples like I would do for Emily. My fascination got the best of me, shutting down my urge to leave and replacing it with an uncontrollable lust. When Alice moved her soap-covered hands down to her beautiful pussy, my brain almost shut down completely. My cock had hijacked control of my body and was directing my every movement. I wrapped my steel-hard cock in my fist, pumping enthusiastically. Alice was in full masturbation mode, now: one hand remained on her big breasts, tweaking and playing with her nipples, and the other hand flicked her clit. She surprised me even further by suddenly stepping out of the shower. I quickly hid behind a wardrobe in case she came out. A few moments after I heard her step back into the shower, I poked my head around the corner once again. Alice had grabbed a huge flesh-colored dildo. I nearly passed out from a potent mixture of shock and excitement. She sucked on the tip of it for a few moments before shoving it down her throat. "I guess I know where Emily got her deepthroat talents..." I thought to myself. Alice continued sucking the dildo for a minute or two, but then pulled it out. She stuck its suction-cup end on the bench of the shower and squatted above the toy. Then, she lowered herself onto it, guiding the tip into ...

... her entrance. After letting her pussy expand to take the huge toy, Alice started bouncing faster and more wildly, moaning louder and louder as she approached a climax. My fist pumped in time with her bouncing, speeding me to my own orgasm. Alice came hard, back arched and tendons protruding, with a small scream. "Fuck... Aaaron!" For a second, I thought she had seen me, but her back was to me and her eyes seemed to be closed. I realized that she had been fantasizing about fucking me, and that nearly sent me over the edge. Before I came all over the floor, I sprinted out of the room and hopped into my own shower. Jerking my cock furiously, I shot my cum on the shower wall. When I started washing, I realized that I never ended up getting any soap, so I did my best to get clean using only water. I clambered out of the shower and reached for my towel. "Son of a bitch!" I muttered, angry at myself. I'd left my towel in the master bedroom, so Alice would probably know that I'd been in the room while she was showering. "Oh, well." I sighed, resigned to the fact that Emily's mother would think that I was a creep from now on. I picked out another towel, dried off, and put on the clean clothes that the Osbournes had found for me: basketball shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt. The shorts fit right, but the shirt was incredibly tight. Also, there were no boxers, and since I hate wearing dirty underwear when I'm clean, I made up my mind to go commando. By the time I made it downstairs, the ...