Jules Cheats With Sandy In The Pool Deck - Sex Stories

Jules Cheats With Sandy In The Pool Deck

... his soggy shaft expertly inside.

“I…just want…to…see…something,” she said.

Jules allowed Sandy’s tender vaginal ululations to make him, again, fully hard. It didn’t take long. This erection was painful. He was hard but he wasn’t aroused. He had a “nutless” boner. If she fucked him now it would be for her benefit, not his.

Sandy fucked him. Secretly, she wanted him make him too limp to conclude their late afternoon session, knowing that a good piece of pussy draws men like flies. Sandy didn’t have an extensive sexual history but she knew enough to lay it on thick when she had the opportunity. By hinting a short session and then delivering a tsunami Sandy hoped to blitz Jules into a secretive monogamous relationship.

Under normal circumstances Sandy’s calculations would be correct. Any young man (especially young men with limited experience) will gravitate to the best pussy available and stay there until that pussy wilts, dries or is withheld.

These were not normal circumstances. Jules was rapidly becoming a sexual dynamo. His immunity to the cloaking warmth of pussy was stiffening, that is, he could fuck without being committed. His dick and his heart were on different planes of reality. If Jules had any notion of commitment it was to Delphia, not any member of the College Blondes. It was Delphia’s pussy that had lured him away from his religion. These other pussies, including Sandy’s, were “cunt on the side”.

And so when Sandy went to twirling her slickened ...

... pussy lips about his cockhead, Jules lay back and let her have at it. His nerve endings were properly burnt. She could fuck all she wanted. His penis would be engaged, but his mind would be elsewhere.

Sandy took a different view. She’d cum quickly while Jules sucked her pussy, true. That wasn’t unusual. Sandy really enjoyed competent cunnilingus. He’d fucked her up the ass and left a milky trail of semen seeping from that crack, too. Now she had a stiff dick up in her pussy again, the same dick that had extracted FIVE (count ‘em!) nuts from between her quivering alabaster thighs just yesterday. Was she going to let it go at that? No. She was not.

She started out by easing her pussy down the full length of pole, pausing when her clit just graced the brush of his pubic hair. Once she had him fully inside she arched upward quickly. His helm re-appeared from between her labia, slick with the blessing of her deep hole wetness. Sandy almost lost her penile clasp each time. Her ass cakes wobbled gelatinously. Sandy caught his cockhead before it popped free of her puss and slowly rode his shaft back down to its base. She wasn’t giving Jules any eye play, either. Her eyes were closed. Sandy was imagining a close-up view of Jules’ cock plowing her pussy open, thudding ponderously against her cervix, releasing an ever-widening cache of energy that served to ignite yet another screaming orgasm.

Sandy continued this rhythm—slow on the downstroke, fast on the upstroke—going faster ...