Stories of a Post Apocalyptic World: Part 7 - Sex Stories

Stories of a Post Apocalyptic World: Part 7

... floor. “Sorry Captain but I feel as though soldiers are much more open when they’re not being anchored by these massive metal plates.” He said. Cheryl stood there in a dirty white t-shirt and skimpy pair of boy shorts as Smith sat on the edge of his desk in front of her. His eyes roamed up and down her body noticing a distinctive wet patch around her crotch. “So you did like it,” he said as he hinted at the patch. “Not to worry, I can take care of it if you’d like?” She stood there, slightly embarrassed to do or say anything. In an attempt to make her feel more comfortable, Smith began to remove his clothes. First his jacket and shirt, allowing his muscular torso to feel the cool draft of air and then without warning in one swoop, his trousers and briefs were at his ankles. Cheryl couldn’t help but look as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. His very big and very hard cock started to bobble slightly as he did so. “Don’t be afraid Cheryl,” he said calmly. “I’m not afraid,” Cheryl replied as his cock brushed against her arm. In an instant, she pulled her t-shirt off revealing her big 32D bust. Her pink nipples were still as hard as a rock and aching for attention. She then pulled her boy shorts down allowing Smith to see a triangular tuft of black hair above her sweet honey pot. Her juices were already leaking down her thighs in anticipation for a good, hard cock. Smith started to touch her body, his lips pressed against her neck and his cock head rubbed ...

... against her juicy pussy. Her nectar immediately coated his helmet, lubricating him for entrance however; Smith disagreed with her aching pussy. “I’ve always wanted a blonde,” Smith moaned as he pressed his lips on her collarbone and then finally on her breasts. He started to lick around her areolas slowly as he felt the nipple grow even harder with his delicate tongue. Without warning, he planted it between his lips and began to suck viscously causing Cheryl to moan with ecstasy. His eight inch cock carried on rubbing on her labia as he pleasured her chest. Quickly, he alternated and began to suck the other breast whilst he squeezed with his hands. Saliva dripped from her nipple and before long, he wanted her to give him a favour. “Time to put yourself in Lacey’s shoes,” Smith said smugly as he hinted at his penis soaked in her juices. Cheryl slumped to her knees in front of him. The eye of his cock met her eyes for the first time and as he placed his hands on the back of her head, she opened her mouth. He pushed her head gently onto his crotch, groaning as he felt his helmet surrounded by the warm wetness of her mouth. She could taste the sweet tang of her pussy mix with the saltiness of his precum as she went down his shaft. Just as quickly she brought her lips back up his cock. Placing both of her hands on his thighs, she started to rock her head back and forth as he pushed and pulled with her. His helmet bulged her cheek a few times before sliding deep into her mouth and ...