Sundara - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Sundara - Part 3

... looked me up and down and I followed her gaze; long, lean and sexy at six foot seven, naked from the waist down with six inch spike heels, legs splayed and shining black patent leather clinging to the long curves of my calves, white laces up the front finished with sexy bows at mid thigh; toned, brown muscles angling in to the smooth, pink perfection of my shaved pussy lips. “You’re kidding, right?” Belinda raised her eyebrows at me. She loves my long legs; crouching between them to lick me senseless, wrapped around her tiny body while she fucks me with Rawhide (the dorm’s strappy strap-on), but most of all she likes to stand on a box and fuck me doggy style in front of a mirror where she can watch my full breasts swinging as she pounds me, running her fingers over my hips and down the sides of my thighs and – when I’m ready – reaching around and fingering my clitoris to make me come. “Standing, right?” “Right.” “Doggy.” Statement, not a question. “Smart girl.” “Mirror?” “That would be lovely, thank you,” she smiled at me, plucking Ike from her pussy before fitting the new toy. She first slid the anal dildo through her slit to lubricate it and then, with much less fuss and fanfare than I expected, she slipped it into her ass; one, two, three balls deep and then – her eyes bulging with the sensation – she pushed one more up there that was probably close to an inch in diameter. Lying beneath me, Rajit had his head tipped backwards to watch this operation, getting a perfect ...

... view up Belinda’s school dress from his position on the floor. He was speechless; hell, I was very near speechless: Belinda is beautiful; petite and blonde with elfin features, tiny girl-like hips, lovely C-cup breasts swelling behind her cute little green and white striped school dress … which she now held up to show us her thick, bulging, nine inch cock; fully erect and curving up from her shaved pubis almost to her breasts. It was perfectly colour matched to her pussy lips and as she stroked its long, hard surface in her fist, she looked for all the world like the love-child of Tinkerbell and a Satyr about to sink her unyielding shaft into some ripe, young, virgin. Well, two out three ain’t bad. I could also see some controls on the underside of the bridge between the first and second dildo; a red button and – mysteriously, in my opinion – a dial. I opened my mouth to ask her about them but then thought better of it. If it was a simple vibrator then I didn’t want to know; it’s a lovely feature, but I wanted cock, not a vibrator, and I didn’t want to appear ungrateful by asking her not to use it. The alternative was that it was something different; I considered her mystery man’s last two inventions – a pressure-sensitive electric-shock orgasm machine and a matched set of radio-linked vibrators – and the likelihood that this man had built a mere vibrator into a strapless strap-on seemed a lot less plausible. The big question was would it be better to know now or leave it for a ...