The Adventures of Karen: Our First Time - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Karen: Our First Time

... soft breast under my hand. Even though I was sadly out of practice, I was able to unbutton enough of her blouse to get my hand inside, slipping under her bra, feeling the soft heat of her breast against my fingers. I heard the hiss of a zipper and felt her hand on my manhood as she fished it out of my boxers: making it twitch with delight as her fingers wrapped around my shaft. Whispering in my ear as I nibbled on hers, she said, “I think I’m ready for desert now.” She gave me a little squeeze. Moving her head to my lap, she smiled as she gazed at my member, a droplet of pre-cum formed at the head. Extending her tongue, she swiped the pearly liquid from my slit, adding. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about!” She ovalled her lips, sliding them over my helmet, and sucked on the dusty rose mushroom. “Ohhhh God!” I moaned as my fingers rolled around her nipple in response to her oral assault on my cock. She moaned as her lips travelled down my length, her tongue flicking against that sensitive spot where crown and shaft meet. I was having trouble concentrating on her breast, and she knew it. The corners of her cock filled mouth turned up in a triumphant smile as she bobbed and slurped. “You’re going to make me cum,” I moaned as she continued to tease me with her lips on my shaft and tongue teasing my sweet spot. Suddenly she stopped, slipping off my spit soaked cock. “That’s the whole point!” she said, rubbing the underside of my manhood with her thumb. “Now cum for me Gray! I ...

... need it!” I couldn’t resist any longer. Grunting like an animal, I raised my hips, my helmet touching her lips and let go. My cock erupted, warm cum spewing from the slit in my cockhead, dripping down my shaft onto her fist. Opening her mouth, she covered the head as it continued to pour warm white sperm onto her eager tongue. She sat up, licking the cooling goo from her fingers. “What would you like for desert, Grey?” Dropping from the couch to the floor, I said nothing. I flipped up her skirt. There, inches from my face, were black lace panties. See through enough to stir the imagination without revealing everything, and right in the middle, a dark damp spot. Sliding my hand up her fair skinned thigh, my fingers danced over the lacey fabric, my thumb concentrating on the damp spot, in an effort to make it more wet. “You have remarkable taste in underwear Karen.” I whispered, my eyes glued to the fabric covering her treasure. Her hand on the back of my head, she replied, “Did you say taste? Well, go ahead! Taste me!” She slid down in the seat, pressing her panty clad pussy tightly against my nose. For the first time, her scent entered my head as the bridge of my nose pressed into the crease of her amply moist sex. My cock twitched in response. I moaned as her sweet musk intoxicated me. I opened my mouth and began to suck on the fabric of her lingerie. “Take them off, Grey. They’re yours to keep.” Lifting my head from her crotch, I thanked her as I rolled them off her hips, ...