Virgin Whore - Sex Stories

Virgin Whore

... steps, her mind racing on whether she should be doing this, almost turning around and running twice. Her hand was on the doorknob, one last time to change her mind. She opened the door and walked in, coming face to face with the terrible sight. It was even worse than she expected. He was naked on the bed, or almost naked, the bathrobe pulled back to expose himself. And expose himself he did. He was as old as her father, balding, a hairy chest and a fat belly. What scared her most was the weapon that stood up between his legs. It was so fat. Not long, just thick and fat. She never saw anything like it before, turning away in disgust. “Don’t be shy, Heather. Come over here.” Deloris picked him a winner this time. Nice full tits, great ass and long legs. The look on her face was priceless from just looking at him. What would it be like when she had to suck me? He stood up as she approached. He got off the bed, his prick jutting out in front of him like a big tree branch. Short, fat tree branch. He was moving toward her, Heather bracing when he would touch her. His hands felt clammy as they slid over her bare arms to her waist. His naked body pressed against her, his prick jumping up and down as it rubbed on her skirt. She couldn’t believe how bad this was. She never expected anything like this. Bill didn’t waste any time, his hand sliding from her waist, up to one of her breasts, his fingers crushing the firm flesh in his hand. The resilient flesh bounced back as he released ...

... it, feeling her nipple begin to harden in spite of the look on her face. “Nice little tits, Heather.” He turned her around until her back was to him, moving forward until his cock pushed against her ass. “Don’t move away,” he warned her when she tried to escape his cock rubbing on her ass. “Arms up,” Bill making short work of her sweater, pulling it up as her arms raised up reluctantly, Bill able to pull it off before she could protest. She had a little bra that could barely contain her small breasts, generous cleavage revealed. He couldn’t wait to get them naked. Her sweater was off already, Bill’s clammy hands on her naked skin, moving up her back, knowing it was heading for her bra strap. She felt his fingers, her bra unsnapped with a suddenness, Heather’s hands moving up to cover her breasts as soon as she felt the bra slipping off and falling the floor. Her hands managed to cover them both, but she knew it wouldn’t last long. She was standing naked to the waist, but her hands were barely able to contain two luscious tits that threatened to spill out. He was behind her, his prick still sticking into her butt like a battering ram. He spun her around, his hands slapping her hands out of the way, her breasts spilling free as she stood in front of him, her breasts bare to his eyes. He stared at her breasts, one hand on his prick as he stroked it slowly. He was actually masturbating as he ogled my naked breasts. How disgusting! He pulled her close, his mouth covering hers and ...