I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story - Sex Stories

I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story

... and carried me from the kitchen to the stairway. Moving sideways to miss the banister, he carried me quickly up the stairs. The door to his room was open. I had made the bed that morning with fresh linen and cleaned the room for his return home. He gently laid me on the bed. I looked up at him, then sat up, and began to let my long hair down. My hair reached well below my breasts when undone. It was a signal of love for me to make to him. The sight of my hair down caused a change in him. He began to make rapid movements to disrobe. He discarded his suit coat. Our eyes were locked as he continued to undress. I began to unbutton my dress. In those days, I only wore a slip under my house dress. My breasts were so firm and upright that support was not necessary. The top of my dress slid down over my torso as I slowly removed my arms, one-at-a-time from the sleeves. His shirt was off exposing a very manly chest and strong arms. He began to unbutton his pants; I slipped off the rest of my dress and under drawers, and he quickly dropped his trousers. Now what started slowly entered a state of frantic haste; my slip and panties were on the floor, and I removed my short house socks. His manhood appeared, a proud Teutonic staff, once his underclothes were gone. He slipped his socks off, and I leaned back on the bed, my hair spread out on the pillow. Breathing quickened for both of us; our excitement level climbed. When I saw his erect cock in the dim light of his room last Sunday, the ...

... carved, masculine beauty of it was only a dim perception. Now its lines and veins, hard muscle, and soft head by contrast, rolled forth from its sheath. Being so close to it gave me tingling warmth throughout my loins. I reached my left hand toward him, and he thrust forward proudly like a lancer on parade. His balls fascinated me; the hair on them was very fine compared to the wreath of his pubic tangle. I weighed them gently in my hands, swung them back and forth softly. "Lilly," he sighed. "Yes." "Would you touch it with your lips and tongue?" "I would." I sat up on the edge of his bed and guided his cock to my face. I licked my lips and tentatively tasted him. The head was all velvety and dark pink; the shaft was ribbed and very warm where I held it with my hand. Its weight surprised me as I slowly stroked it. I opened my mouth wider and inhaled Otto's shaft. My lips were one with his flesh; my whole face flushed with excitement. I looked up into his face, and he had the sweetest, softest smile. He lightly touched my cheek, feeling the bulge of himself in my jaw. Then he placed both hands on my head and pressed me slightly toward him. I took the hint, drew in a breath and did my best to swallow as much of him as I could. His beautiful cock was now in my throat, I gagged a bit, pulled him out and went right back at him. He was getting very excited but then he surprised me and withdrew. "Lay back. Raise your knees." I did, and he knelt before me. I lifted my head to watch. ...