The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus

... him, enjoying the warmth of her boyfriend's solid form. Last night had been magical. Her boyfriend had been an attentive lover. She'd heard horror stories of other girl's first times, complaining of the pain and the guy lasting just a minute before cumming. And once the boy got his rocks off, he was uninterested in returning the favor. Not Kyle. He made me scream his name, she thought with a fond smile. She sat up, stretching. And blinked. Did I just see another girl sleeping in my bed? She rubbed her eyes. No, there was no-one sleeping on the other side of Kyle. I guess I wasn't fully awake. Her sheets had pulled back and her boyfriends half-hard cock rising out of a forest of dark-brown, curly hair. She smiled, admiring his muscular body. He had the lean build of a runner—toned, but not the overdeveloped muscles of a bodybuilder. She stroked his abs, her fingers moving down to toy with his pubic hair. Then she grasped his cock, fascinated by it. Long, smooth, with a wrinkled, mushroom-shaped head that leaked a clear liquid as it hardened beneath her strokes. She leaned down and sucked it into her mouth. She tasted something faint. Pussy juices, but spicier than hers, like he had just fucked another woman. But, no, he was with me all night. How could another woman's juices be on his cock? Mine must have grown spicier as they dried. She bobbed her head, looking up at his face, eager to see his expression when he woke up. <p style="text-align: ...

... center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The warm, wet suction drew Kyle from his dream. “Christy,” he moaned, opening his eyes and seeing her curly, brown hair and hazel eyes. She grinned around his cock. “What an eager girl,” giggled Aaliyah, waking up beside him. “She's perfect. When will you introduce us?” “Monday!” groaned Kyle. “What's Monday?” frowned Christy, his cock popping out of her mouth. “Monday?” Kyle asked, mind whirling. “Oh, there's someone I want you to meet. I don't know why it popped into my head right now.” “Oh, okay.” Her warm mouth engulfed him. “God, that feels great,” he groaned. “I love you so much.” “I think you're going to love me more in a moment,” she promised. “I think you're ready.” “For what?” “There's a bottle of lube in my nightstand drawer.” She took a deep breath as he opened it. “I want you to take all my firsts. You were my first blowjob and I want you to be the first to fuck me in the ass.” His smile exploded across his lips. “You're right, I do love you more now!” “So I read about this,” she smiled, laying on her stomach, sliding a pillow beneath her, and raising up her pale ass. He grinned as she wiggled her lush rump in excitement. “Lube your cock and then use your fingers to lube my ass.” The lube was cherry flavored and slightly pink. And cold. He slathered it on his cock, almost losing his hard-on, but her ass was too inviting to soften now. He squeezed a generous gob on his finger, then spread her butt-cheeks. Her asshole was cute, brown, and he couldn't help ...