Virgins Miss the Wedding - Sex Stories

Virgins Miss the Wedding

... blindfold, handcuffs and several porn movies. Aly and I both talked about what her parents might do with all the stuff and when her curiosity was satisfied, she pushed the box back under the bed. She sat on the bed with her hands in her lap. “Okay, you first,” she said. “Take it all off and just let me look at it.” I stood up and eagerly peeled off my clothes until I was naked in front of her. I tried to focus on being calm and embarrassed so I wouldn’t get an erection. Then she stood up and said, “Okay, my turn. Remember, we can look and touch but no fucking. Promise me, Ben?” “Of course, we’re friends; you can trust me,” I assured her, although I still had hopes that something might turn her on and encourage her to go all the way. When her top dropped to the floor, the nipples on her small breasts stood out like hard red cherries. I was so mesmerized I didn’t realize she had shed all but her panties and was peeling them down her legs. After she kicked them off she came close and stood with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips. “What do you think, Ben? My boobs aren’t done growing yet.” I gulped and smiled, raising a hand to touch one breast. “I think your body is hot, Aly, especially your nipples; God, they’re incredible!” I gently brushed my palm across her breast and the nipple. It was soft and yet hard and it fascinated me. She let out a soft moan, barely audible. Her daring pose was getting me excited. I slid my other hand behind her, cupping one soft ...

... buttock, and the hand on her breast slowly slid down over her stomach. My fingers gently slid through her red pubic hairs until I cupped her mound with my hand. Then she moaned out loud, “Oh, my gosh, Ben…” My finger rested at the wet crease hidden in that red patch and I was about to push it into her when she stepped back and exclaimed, “WOW! Look at how big your cock is!” Instantly she was on her knees in front of me, resting her forearms on my legs. Her face was poised over my cock and I nearly came wishing she would take it into her mouth. But she reached out a finger and rubbed it lightly up and down the shaft, seemingly amazed with it. “Look at the veins sticking out,” she said, “Can I touch it, Ben?” “Sure, do anything you want with it,” I answered hopefully. She wrapped one hand delicately around the center and squeezed hard, tentatively. “Does that hurt?” she asked. “Nope; when it’s that hard you could bite it and it wouldn’t hurt,” I replied, suggestively. She was content with stroking it lightly for just a minute or so, and then she put both hands around it, one fist on top of the other. While the bottom hand stroked up and down, the fist on top twisted around the head of my cock. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I groaned. “I’ve never done this before but I’ve always wanted to see how it felt. Do you want to come on my tits or nipples?” she asked innocently. I had no warning at all, I just blew my load into the fist that was covering the tip and twisting ...