When I don't behave with your pictures.... - Sex Stories

When I don't behave with your pictures....

... that did not lessen how my cock strained at the front of my jeans. I needed to get off! I had been waiting for almost five hours to look at this picture (not to mention the weeks leading up to getting her to send it!!) and now I needed a release in the worst way! I stood up and took a deep breath. Stephanie had gone to bed. She was probably almost asl**p all ready! I undid my belt, unbuttoned the waistband, pulled the zipper down. My cock pushed the thin cotton fabric of my briefs out like the bladder on a soccer ball that had burst its cover and now bulged out in a lewd attempt to escape! I smiled. There was a dark wet dollop, maybe the size of a quarter near the seam where the elastic waistband and cloth were seamed. I had been leaking, waiting and anticipating this moment! I pulled the band out and down and pushed both articles of clothing down over my hips and as I sat down, all the way past my knees. My cock is not huge in length, but it is long enough and it seems to have grown in girth lately. It stood like a weathervane in a windstorm, swaying back and forth yet pointing straight up at the same time. It made me smile. I expanded her image to full screen. She is so thin; not boney and certainly not boyish, but thin, sleek with beautiful lines and nice mouthful breasts that made my mouth water. God how I wanted to take her hard little nipples into my lips and feel her moan as my tongue flicked back and forth upon her flesh that my lips held fast! I spit into the palm of ...

... my hand and looked down. There was a small glistening drop of excited precum pooled in the slit of my cock head. “I am a drooling fool for her!” I thought to myself. Then my hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock, down near its base and gave it a nice firm squeeze as I looked at her picture. My eyes slid down across her firm stomach, lingering on the shiny study in her navel for just a moment before descending into the region she had never shown to me before. I slid the ring of my thumb and forefinger up the shaft of my cock as the rest of my hand wrapped around it and squeezed, forcing bl**d cum and lust up higher into the now purpling bulbous head! I thought about just how tight those young vaginal lips would be, were my glistening glans to nudge open the petals that peaked out at me. She would be wet and willing and yet, so tight and hot. As my hand slid slowly back down the shaft of my rod, I imagined the sensations of pushing slowly deeper into her. Feeling her shudder, her back arching up toward me, receiving me deeper into her until I was buried in her womb. I did not want to go fast. I wanted to go slowly. I wanted to feel every bit of her!! So I stroked myself slowly, imagining her moaning with a primal need to be pleasured and to know her desires fulfilled. My cock was a poor surrogate for the warmth and moisture that her secret path of pleasure would be and was in my mind. I raised the palm of my hand to my tongue. I tasted my own spit. There was the slight hint ...