Deborah: Fulfilling a Fantasy - Sex Stories

Deborah: Fulfilling a Fantasy

... later the rest of the house, including my girlfriend, were due to come back for the start of the new semester at Uni. Deborah had been blanking me, refusing to even make eye contact, so I had unbelievable blue balls by this point (jerking off to the thought of fucking Deborah face down on her bed with her boyfriend snoring away next to us just wasn’t enough for me) so I was hoping I would get a fuck out of the girlfriend pretty sharpish. I was in my room that night in front of the Playstation when my phone went; it was her. She said she was running a little late and would see me as soon as she could. I said okay, we said a quick ‘bye, love you’ and that sort of stuff and I hung up. I put my phone down on my desk and glanced at the picture I keep of her next to my TV and let my thoughts begin to wander. Her name’s Rene (pronounced ‘Reen’ rather than ‘Renay’ or ‘Reenie’, something to do with some weird family tradition she told me about once). She is just over five feet tall, has long, naturally blonde hair (her best feature in my opinion), slim build with 34B tits and a nice, firm arse that looks great in tight jeans. She also has a beautiful pussy with blonde pubes that she keeps closely trimmed. When we first met she was a virgin and had never been in a serious relationship. She had been brought up to keep sex private. Over the six months we’d been together I’d had to show her how to do everything, right down to getting herself off properly. She loved to be fucked and ...

... particularly liked it when I licked her out but she only ever wanted it missionary with her on her back and lots of kissing and cuddling, never wanting to try anything out of the ordinary. Even tweaking her nipples or scratching her arse was off limits, and as for blow jobs, absolutely no chance. I hadn’t given up hope of getting her out of the Victorian era yet, but it had been frustrating the hell out of me even before Deborah had come along. Rene arrived at the house at about nine and was in a really shit mood because her flight from Ireland had been delayed and she’d been hanging around waiting in various places on her own. I helped her get her bags into my room and unpack, then once we’d finished she told me she just wanted to get changed and go to sleep. I started kissing her and pawing at her but she just kept shrugging me off. Eventually, after a lot of persuading (which mostly involved me whining, something I normally hate doing but I was getting desperate) she gave in and let me get her sat on my knee with her jeans down around her thighs, kissing her softly and stroking her hair. Once I was certain she had calmed down enough that she’d let me I slid my hand into her knickers and pushed a finger between her lips, making her moan softly into my mouth. I broke the kiss and looked down at her pussy area. She was absolutely sopping. ‘Christ, you’re soaking wet! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet!’ She blushed a little. ‘I know, the whole time I was away and the entire ...