Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2 - Sex Stories

Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2

... methodically feels out the shape of his big member. She gropes big, fleshy fistfuls of fabric and meat, tugging and squeezing him while she holds him close to her. I’m a little bit jealous now that she has her hands on him. Until tonight I’d never even considered sharing him with another girl. In fact, I've always gone to considerable lengths to make sure that Jason is always happy so that he doesn't have a reason to sink his big dick into a tight, wet hole that isn't mine. I give him blowjobs on request. I dress up and role-play with him. Sometimes I’m a French maid, or a naughty nurse, or an under-aged schoolgirl who forgets to wear panties and spends most of her time choking on dick because her teacher won’t let go of her pigtails. Sometimes he ties me to the bed, or to chairs, or handcuffs me to the radiator and fucks my ass until I’m about to cry. I spend just about every-other morning washing ropes of cum out of my hair. In fact, there probably isn't a square inch on me that hasn’t been cummed on by him. I’ve serviced him as well as I could, but I can tell by the way he is kissing Mandy that he’s completely forgotten about these things. She is stealing him from me. I watch as the thief sinks her deft right hand deep into his briefs. Jason is big -- very big -- and very, very hard. Mandy seems to appreciate this as he pops free of his underwear. He’s manly, perfectly proportioned, and his testicles are hanging low beneath him, like golf balls in a sock. He’s handsome ...

... and strong and lean and hung. I want to watch his big strong body and big strong cock violate this little girl. I want to watch her scream and moan and cum and bounce. Part of me wants him to destroy her so I can have him to myself. I try to bridle my excitement, but Mandy does a much better job of this than I do. She takes a step back from him toward the edge of the bed, as if seeing him from a distance will give her a better perspective – like it will allow her to take him all in. Then she walks over to the nightstand and grabs her big glass of red wine. It’s an odd maneuver that leaves my boyfriend standing alone with his back against the wall, his big cock exposed, erect, and waiting. She smirks and raises one eyebrow approvingly as she gauges his manhood from a distance. Clearly she likes it, which makes it all the more strange that she just stands there drinking wine, studying him as if he’s some sculpture that she’s carefully finished carving. She looks like an art connoisseur appreciating the lewdness of the piece of art in front of her. She sways casually in her high heels while her eyes stay locked on his erection, even as she takes long, casual sips of wine from her big glass. The three of us stand there for a second… or maybe 30 seconds… or a minute. I honestly don’t know. She makes us wait while she stands there admiring my boyfriend. She’s so composed and purposeful about herself that I should be intimidated. The strange thing is that even though no one is moving ...