My Summer Job, Chapter One - Sex Stories

My Summer Job, Chapter One

... my balls, then traced a line back to my hole, drawing slow circles around it before plunging in. Her left hand wandered from one cinnamon nipple to the next, tweaking and occasionally twisting. I tried reaching for her tits, but she slapped my hand away. “I’m in charge and this is my experience,” she said. Yes, Ma’am With my hands behind my head again, one hand found my cock and the other stroked my neck and my chin, then slowly outlined by lips. I let my tongue lick her fingers, then suck on them. She leaned forward and her tongue replaced her fingers, her tongue probing at my lips. I opened my mouth and her tongue entered to pillage my mouth. I begged her to slow down on my pole since I was near the edge. I was also near screaming. “Do you need to cum?” she asked. I shouted my answer. “Not yet, I’m enjoying this too much.” Christine was really into this experiment. I could only imagine what the next one would be like. She sped up her stroking on my man meat, and shifted her weight until she was pressing lightly on my balls. I was in agony and ecstasy at the same time. Her tongue left my mouth, then she sat straight up and squeezed the head of my dick. She moaned and I shrieked. My balls pumped out a small lake of cum, which exited my rod in streamers of white. Some landed on my stomach, some on her face, some on her tits, and some on my face. I was totally spent. Christine leaned forward once more and kissed me. “What’s next on the agenda?” I asked her. “I want to add a ...

... third person to our sex.” I had never seen this side of Christine, and I liked it. “I don’t have anybody in mind yet, and I’m open to suggestions.” That sounded wonderful, so I tried to give her a few names of girls I’d wanted to fuck. “That’s suggestions only. I’ll decide who the third person is going to be.” This side of my girlfriend was going to be stupendous. After a few minutes we got out of bed and went into the kitchen. We scarfed down what food was in the refrigerator, then hit the vodka. “You’ll have to buy more groceries tomorrow,” she noticed. Oh, shit. Using what for money? “Christine, I have only a few hundred dollars that my mother didn’t steal out of what grandma left me. It’s not enough for next month’s rent, utilities and car insurance, let alone groceries and gas.” I hadn’t thought of this part of being free. “Then let’s find you a job.” Christine was always the practical one. We went to seven on-line job boards. I didn’t have an engineering or math degree (shit, I didn’t have any degree), so I didn’t qualify for most of them. “Let’s try Craigslist,” she suggested. After about fifteen minutes I was really discouraged. I could make minimum wage cutting grass or stocking shelves, but I couldn’t live on that. “OK, let’s try Backpage.” Never heard of it and told her so. “Backpage has fewer jobs than Craigslist but, uhm, more that don’t require a degree or academic skills.” Christine looked like she was about to blush. Backpage it was. The usual jobs were the usual ...