THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... looking like some radiant Goddess from the pages of mythology standing there before me, completely unashamed of her nudity and fully aware of it and what it was doing to me. Oh, yes, she had complete control over me, and she seemed to be loving every minute of it. She lowered her voice and spoke in almost a whisper so as not to awaken anyone, "So...do you like what you see?" Her left hand was tracing circles around her left nipple and her right hand was stroking her stomach down to her slit and back up. Goddamn! My tongue was as swollen as my cock was starting to get again. I could only nod like an idiot mute. "Really?" Her eyes held concern. I nodded again and managed to squeak out, "Absolutely!". She smiled and looked down sheepishly. Had she doubted herself? Her looks? Her body? I don't see how, she was stunning! Her voice took on a husky tone as she continued. "Come back tomorrow night. Mom and Dad are going out of town. Just come on in and watch the show." She pulled my head to hers and kissed me with such passion that I think my upper lip may have split against my teeth. She f***ed her tongue between my lips and began exploring my mouth with a hunger. I'd never been French-kissed before. I didn't even know how it was done, but I liked it! I relaxed my jaw and let my own tongue trace hers, but before I could put it her her mouth, she had pulled back, leaving me there with my tongue stuck in air. She giggled. I nearly whined. "Now get out of here - I need to get ready ...

... for school." She winked and turned her naked ass toward me, bending down to pull on her panties and letting me get another fantastic view of her asshole and the prettiest pussy I can ever remember seeing (and I had seen quite a few...well, okay, in magazines at that age, but still). I only smiled with a positively leering, lust-filled smile, grabbed one last look at her perfect pussy lips that were still slightly parted from her earlier fingering, oh how I wanted to touch her, but I was too nervous, too afraid of what might happen...I didn't want to spoil a thing. I lingered just a moment longer, then hurried back to my room to, you know, take care of...things. There was no way I could concentrate in school that day. No fucking way. Not even remotely. What was she planning? "Come on in and watch the show..." I was rock hard and had to hide my bulge with my books. I would have been embarrassed with that huge erection just now had I not seen what I had seen and knew that more was coming. All I wanted was for that day to fucking end already! That morning, she was behind me on the bus, so I was at least spared the view of her and the visual undressing that I'm sure my mind would have done, but I swear, I had that hard-on for most of the day just thinking about what might wind up happening that night. Several of the cute girls at school that I had been admiring looked downward as they passed - I know they saw the bulge. I could only imagine what they must have been thinking - ...